B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 28- Cut Em (Feelings)

Makyah

I'd never been good with expressing myself, excluding when I was around Zai.

But the only thing close to love that I'd had, had died the minute my mother did. I didn't know what it meant for someone to care for me so much, that they'd do anything for me.

I knew Zai cared, but I knew the day would come when he would find some model of his dreams and me being his "best friend" would fly out his mind so fast...

I was surprised we'd even stayed so close, even after he left and came back. I'd always thought "best friends" was something kids made up, to feel safe. To believe in a world where, one person would always be there no matter what—vice versa.

But I knew, one way or another, reality was going to clap back whether I wanted it to or not.

I'd barely made it without him for three years, what was I going to do if he left for good?

I sniffled, without realizing it, I'd been crying.

"Kyah, what's wrong?" I hadn't meant wake him up, quickly I wiped my face.

Damn, think.

"I'm fine. Just trynna see if still a light sleeper," I faked a smile. His face stayed serious, "You know Imma always be here for you, right?"

So frustrating, how you always know what to say.

I nodded. He pulled me in, hugging me. I breathed in deeply, his scent.

He'd must've noticed I was still naked cause he pulled away—quickly, way too quickly.

Despite my previous thoughts, I crossed the space between us though, leaning in, my lips finding his. He tasted minty, like York peppermint patties.

Yuck, I absolutely hated those and yet he lived for them—unfortunately.

He was going to have to try harder to keep me from him though. I ground down on him, moaning.

My hands grasped at him, desperately. I needed him. Reaching in between us, I reached into his shorts pulling him out.

My small hand could barely handle such a thick length.

I was gushy and waiting.

Using the tip, I slowly dragged him between my lips as his grip tightened around my hips, a moan leapt from my parted lips.

I was ready to sit myself down on him, when he stopped me, "Condom," he rasped.

"Wha— where?" I asked impatiently.

He muttered a curse, "Basement..." I scoffed disappointedly, already moving, but he stopped me again.

"I'm clean. You're safe."

I wasn't sure I wanted that connection to him. It was hard enough with condoms, but he started kissing my neck though, my hips gripped tightly in his hands.

I reached down once again, hoping this wasn't a mistake—either way he'd already rubbed against me already anyway.

I aligned him to me, slowly pushing down.

The deeper into me he got, the harder I bit my bottom lip. I couldn't take him all like this, but he helped me.

He had a death grip on me, but he helped lift me up and back down. "Take ya time, you'll get used to it."

I nodded, focusing on the feeling of the way he filled me up. Soon, though I was riding him like it'd be our last.

My hips twisted, my back arching as I reveled in the sensations. My eyes half closed, in ecstasy.

"Zai...so—ughh." He groaned. I pushed down harder, hoping I could take all of him now.

"Damn, slow down." He growled, a death grip locked on my hips. I couldn't, he felt so good.

I pushed up against his chest till he was flat on his back, speeding up the pace and bouncing in rhythm.

I ground in circles, my nails digging in his chest, "So close," I whispered to myself.

"I'm boutta nut," he growled, but I ignored him, bouncing as if nothing had been said.

I was thrown off though, when he lifted me off, pulling out of me. "Bend over," he commanded.

I'd always hated, doggy style, but I bended over any way.

I felt his tongue on my clit, working my orgasm closer, I pushed against him but him pulled away entering me slowly, in one long stroke.

Gasping is how he'd left me. I changed my mind, when he pulled out and slid in deep again. Doggy was best.

His hand pushed against my arch making it deeper as he fucked me from behind. He'd never felt so deep.

"Z-Za."

"Say it!" He groaned, "Say my name."

"Zai," I whispered. My orgasm had snuck on me. "Ahhh."

Suddenly, my ass stung. He'd slapped it hard. Throwing me off. "Shit," my eyes rolled as I bit into the pillow to stop from screaming.

Each wave shot through me and he fucked through all three before eventually pulling out.

I felt it, hot, all over my ass, thick and creamy.

I was too tired, to even properly lay in bed. I stayed in that same position even after he cleaned me up.

He helped, pulling me close...That's all I remembered before passing out.