“Yeah. Celine and her husband are ready to go, but she didn’t want to leave me. I think I’m going to head out too.” She bit the inside of her cheek and peered at him.
“How did you get here? I’ll walk you out.”
“I normally take cabs everywhere.” A chill ran down her spine as Naasson placed his hand on the small of her back and ushered her through the lounge. A’ja’s heart drummed in her chest as she contemplated taking it there.
When they were outside, she spotted a few cabs waiting and figured it was now or never. “What are you doing when you leave here?”
“I was going to go back to the hotel. I’m staying at The Waldorf Hilton.”
A’ja’s brows lifted. She knew that hotel, and it was far from cheap. In fact, it was very nice. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other. “You want some company? I mean, I’m not trying to come off as thirsty or a hoe but,” she shrugged passively. “We’re both here short-term, and we’re adults. Out having fun.”
Her tone sounded confident, but Naasson could see the fear in her eyes. He knew that wasn’t something she did often. She was going through a divorce, and Naasson knew all too well what distraction dating and fucking was like. He knew WNBA players didn’t make as much as the males, but he was smart enough to know that A’ja wasn’t broke. Depending on who you asked, she was something like a celebrity, so he doubted she’d have any hidden motives or agendas. He believed that she just wanted dick. And that worked for him because he just wanted pussy.
“I wouldn’t stay long though. I have practice.”
“How about I come to your place? Only because I don’t want you out late having to get home in a cab. You have practice in the morning. I can put you to sleep and leave while you rest. You can trust me. I’m not a criminal,” he lied. She could trust him for sure, but he damn sure was a criminal. If he told her he was on the run for murder, he knew he’d never see her again.
“Sounds like a plan,” she gave him a small smile, and they got in a cab.
Fifteen minutes later, they were in her bed, and she was on top of him sucking on his neck while he gripped her ass cheeks tightly. A’ja’s lips found his, and their tongues danced as she lifted her hips and placed his condom covered mushroom tip inher opening. As she eased down onto his manhood, A’ja could tell right away that he was bigger than Kenyatta in girth and length. His fingertips pressed into the flesh of her behind as she got all the way down to the base of his dick. A’ja sat up straight, bit her bottom lip, and rode Naasson with the grace and skill of an equestrian.
She closed her eyes and pushed out a soft moan. Being on top was her favorite position, but Kenyatta didn’t care for it because it made him cum quick. Her clit swelled as she rode Naasson, and the friction between her nub and his body had her teetering on the edge of an orgasm. When he lifted his head and took her breast into his mouth, she gripped the back of his head as her face crumpled. It was right there, and she rode him harder and faster in an effort to bring her orgasm to the surface.
“Ahhhhhh,” she moaned deeply as her walls spasmed violently on Naasson’s tool. Her heart raced, and A’ja’s chest heaved up and down as the floodgates opened, and she coated his penis with her essence.
Naasson flipped A’ja over onto her back and let his dick rest inside of her while he continued to devour her breast. He then moved over to her neck and by the time he started moving in and out of her, she was soaked.
“This pussy wet as fuck,” he groaned in her ear turning her on.
A’ja hated to compare everything Naasson did to Kenyatta. She hated that Kenyatta was even on her mind, but he was the only man she’d known for a long time now, and being with someone else felt foreign. But it felt good. Kenyatta barely moaned in bed, and he damn sure didn’t talk, so Naasson being vocal turned her on. She didn’t have to second guess if something felt good to him or if he was enjoying it. His words made her moan, and he pecked her on the lips.
“You ready for orgasm number two?” he whispered before pecking her on the lips again, and she nodded.
Naasson grabbed a handful of her braids and began to stroke her savagely, as her moans got louder and louder. He hit her with long, deep, strokes, until she was digging her nails into his back and screaming his name as an orgasm ripped through her like a tornado.
“There you go,” he moaned. “Let that shit loose.” Naasson knew A’ja had a long day ahead, so he didn’t try to hold back. He erupted into the condom while her yoni still had a vice grip on his pipe from the orgasm she was experiencing.
He pulled out of her with his bottom lip pinched between his teeth and found himself wishing that he could get another round in. It was nice to know that while he was such a long way from home, he still had the privilege of being in the company of a beautiful woman with some good ass pussy.
“You better be lucky you have to get up early,” he stated adamantly making A’ja blush.
She almost wished she could miss practice, and that’s when she knew she had to get it together. Not for dick. Nope. It wasn’t happening. However, she wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again.
“I don’t have practice Sunday. Do what you want with that information.”
“Bet,” Naasson glared at her seductively before going into the bathroom to clean up.
When A’ja got in bed fifteen minutes later after her shower, the sadness that usually plagued her at night wasn’t as heavy. It wasn’t completely gone, but the good sex she’d just had and the alcohol in her system made it so that it was the first night in a long time that she didn’t cry herself to sleep. Maybe things were starting to look up after all.
chapter
five
Naasson’s jawmuscle flexed as he stroked the canvas with his paint brush. He was focused. Extremely focused. It was the first time in over a week that he sat down to paint, and he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it. With all that had been going on, his mind had been too clouded to create, but he was back in his element. He was painting a man. The man’s face wasn’t visible. He was sitting in front of a large lake, and one could tell by the way his shoulders drooped and the way his head hung low that he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Naasson knew that man’s pain all too well and maybe that’s why he’d been in such a zone for the past thirty minutes as he created the work of art.
The alarm on his phone sounded, and Nassson knew it was time to get ready to meet A’ja. When he woke up that morning, he texted her and told her he hoped she had a good practice. She texted him back on a break and said thank you, and she wished him a good day. That led to a conversation about what she was doing after practice and now, they were about to link up to grab some food.
Naasson was looking forward to seeing her. A’ja was pretty, and she was down to earth, but that wasn’t the reason he waslooking forward to seeing her. She was something to do in London besides sit on the movie set and watch Deen at work. Naasson roamed around London a lot sight seeing and acting like a regular tourist, but that shit got old fast. He was never the type that had to always be around others but back in Diamond Cove, he saw Josias damn near every day. He saw Disha every day, and he saw his sister and his mother several times a week. Life moved fast often making him feel there weren’t enough hours in the day. In London, all he had was time.
