Chapter 4

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E njell

A bar led to a lounge. When that closed, I dropped my car off at home and rode with Dejvi to a bar up the street. It was close to my favorite coffee shop, Fifer's Coffee . I told him I went there every day and read my bible before working out and starting my day. We continued to make small talk before starting up a game of pool. I liked that we weren't talking about anything heavy anymore.

Earlier, I'd told him about everything that happened. He was just as angry as I was, as if his woman had cheated on him too. The empathy made me feel better and so did the reminder that rejection was often God's protection or redirection. I could admit Gino and I hadn't been on the same page for a while, and I'd been settling, waiting for that to happen. Now, I was free to live my life the way I wanted and eventually get married and have kids like I'd always wanted to do.

We ended up playing three games of pool that were probably more touchy-feely than they needed to be. I loved feeling his front pressed against my back, the warmth of his breath against my ear, the scent of his cologne invading my nostrils. Every time his large, veiny hand gripped my waist, it made me wonder how it would feel if we were skin to skin.

If he was inside of me.

If we were one.

By the time we left the last bar, I was tipsy but still aware of myself and surroundings. I felt very safe and comfortable with Dejvi, even though we'd just met. The night air felt amazing against my skin as we cruised down the street with the windows down, listening to an old school playlist that I'd need him to Airdrop me before we parted ways. It took about less than five minutes for us to get to my home, and I hated our time together was over. I also hated having to go into this house and think about Gino. What was crazy was, my time with Dejvi didn't feel like just a distraction—I was genuinely enjoying his presence.

When he pulled into my driveway, I didn't bother trying to open the door. He'd already scolded me for trying to do so when we first dropped off my car. I'd forgotten what it was like to be out with a gentleman. Gino paid the bills, but when it came to things like opening my door and getting me flowers, that stopped as soon as we got comfortable with each other.

Dejvi made his way around the car and opened the door for me. A soft sigh escaped me as I got out. It was taking everything inside of me not to invite this man in. Earlier, I'd said there would be no sex, but I was starting to change my mind.

"Thank you for tonight, Dejvi." He took my hand into his and kissed it. "You'll never understand how much I needed this."

"It was truly my pleasure, love."

Leaning against the passenger door, I pulled him with me. "Dejvi?"

"Yes?"

"Can I have a kiss goodbye?"

He chuckled as he licked his lips. "You can have all the kisses you want, but this isn't goodbye."

"It needs to be. My life is about to get crazy. I can't prioritize a relationship or even trying to get to know a new friend."

Dejvi sucked his teeth and pressed his body against mine. He gave me a quick, sloppy peck. "I don't need you to prioritize me. I know how to take up space where I want to be."

"God, you're going to make this hard."

My blushing turned into a laugh when he said, "Serves you right for making me hard."

"I would apologize, but it wouldn't be sincere." A beat of silence passed before I asked, "You want me to handle that?"

His eyes squinted as he rolled his tongue over his cheek. "I thought you said no sex?"

"I did… but I want you."

The low hum he released made my pussy throb. "I want you too." Our lips reconnected, but I pulled away. "Come on , Enjell," he pleaded, voice low and ragged. The need in his eyes as he cupped my cheek—as if he literally needed my kisses. "Don't change your mind on me."

"It's not that. Do you have condoms?"

"Yeah, I do. I'm clean too. I know you might not want to take my word for it, so I can show you my latest results."

"Out here," I told him, stepping away from the door so he could open it.

Dejvi's chuckle was sexy as he opened the door and pulled the passenger seat forward. I was grateful his windows were tinted. As I climbed inside, he said, "Stay just like that."

While one knee rested on the back seat, the other was on the floorboard. I pushed my hair onto my back and released a shaky breath as he closed the door behind us. Anticipation caused my body to tremble as he tugged at my panties and sweatpants. I'd never had a one-night stand or even slept with a man I was dating this early, but I didn't know. A part of me didn't give a damn because the man I'd spent three years with had done me so wrong; the other part of me felt safe doing this because there was just… something about Dejvi.

"Damn." He spread my ass cheeks. "You wet as hell already. I wanna play in this shit, but I need to wash my hands."

I wanted to tell him we didn't have time for all that, but the swiftness in which he pulled a condom from his wallet and unzipped his pants proved he was on the same wave as me. I looked back before the light in the car went out, biting back a moan. His long dick curved upward. Dejvi was tall and slim and, quite frankly, walking around with the kind of stature that one wouldn't think came with a dick that big. I watched as he rolled the condom on, mouth watering at the sight of those chocolatey veins. Once he had it on, his hand went to the center of my back, pressing me down further into the seat.

My eyes closed and body relaxed at the feel of his meaty head sliding up and down my opening. Instantly, the sound of my wetness filled the car. I held my breath as he stretched me, proving that rumor about skinny niggas having big dicks to be absolutely true.

"Shit." I groaned, arching my back more to make room for him.

His palms slipped under my shirt, gripping my waist. The warmth of his skin against mine was what I'd been wanting… needing… all evening. Dejvi's strokes started out slow and gentle. When I began to fuck him back, he picked up to a medium pace.

A moan escaped me before I requested, "Harder." My nails dug into the seat as he granted my request. "Yesss… give it to me, just like that."

His hands went from smacking my ass to pulling my hair as he moaned and cursed under his breath.

"I love how you taking this dick, Enjell." Whimpers flew from my lips as I looked back at him. I couldn't even respond. He was hitting my spot so good I was going numb. My mouth flung open as my cheek hit the seat. "Why you so quiet? I know you 'bout to cum."

"I-I… mm…"

"Tell me you about to cum on my dick, love. Let me hear that shit."

"I'm about to cum." My speech was slurred as I rocked against him. "Please don't stop, Dejvi. Please."

"I'm not, baby. You can get yours."

"Ahhh!"

His hand wrapped around my neck, and he held me down, deepening the angle as I came. Tingles ripped through me as my body locked. My pussy throbbed against him mercilessly. Each grunted moan and whimper I released had Dejvi muttering my name and egging me on.

He waited until my orgasm subsided to lift me and press my front into the back of the seat. Getting directly behind me, Dejvi filled me with slow, long strokes.

" Fuck , Dejvi."

With a chuckle, he lowered himself to my lips for a deep, nasty kiss. "You keep getting wetter and wetter. You like this dick, huh?"

"I love it," I almost purred.

"Say thank you," he commanded, wrapping his hand around my neck. "Thank me for giving you this good dick."

My lips trembled and eyes rolled into the back of my head. "Th-thank you," I moaned.

"Again."

"Thank you."

" Again ."

I said it about five times, before I was cumming again. His body weight kept me up as we kissed. Each time he circled his hips, I hummed.

"Choke me harder," I requested, surprising my own self. Normally, I didn't even like that shit, but again, it was something about Dejvi…

"You like breath play?" he checked, then slipped his tongue into my ear, causing me to shiver.

"What's that?"

"Let me show you."

And he did. He alternated between choking me hard enough to almost cut off my air supply and soft enough that I barely felt his hand wrapped around my neck. Each time he went harder, all I could do was grunt and gasp and focus on how full he made me. When he released and I pulled in a deep breath, I came harder than I ever had before. He choked me again, and just when I felt lightheaded enough to pass out, he released, stroking me so deep and hard I squirted and convulsed against him.

"Yeah, you like that shit too." He chuckled, but it turned into a moan as his dick throbbed inside of me. "Fuuuck!" Dejvi's hand squeezed my waist as his body jerked while he released his seeds. "Hmm… shit."

My arm wrapped around him from behind, holding him close by his neck. Our lips connected for a final kiss before he pulled himself out of me. I was so wet I didn't want to sit down, so I pulled my panties and sweats back up. My legs were so weak I couldn't squat for long. I plopped back down, and he laughed.

"Do you want to come in and get cleaned up?" I offered.

"I don't want to impose, but if you don't mind."

"Yeah, it's no problem."

"Good, because I made a mess of that pussy, and you got me and my jeans soaked."

I didn't have to see his face to know he was serious, but I laughed anyway. A part of me was embarrassed because I'd never cum that much and squirted that hard.

"It's your fault," I told him, shoving him playfully.

"I'll take the blame for what I got in exchange." He chuckled. "Thank you for letting me have you."

"Thank you for making me feel safe enough to."

His hand cupped my jaw and neck, and he tilted my head slightly before kissing me again. His kisses were like magic. His dick had healing power. I know my name is Enjell, but tonight, Dejvi was mine. Even if I wanted to share that truth with him, I didn't think he would have been capable of understanding just how much I needed this with him. Tomorrow, the reality of my situation was going to consume me, so I was grateful for this escape.

We made our way out of the car and to my front door. I threw his clothes in the washer for a quick cycle since they were all dark in color. We ended up showering together, which led to him being inside of me again, pressed against the wall. After we were done cleaning each other up, we climbed into the guest bed.

I hated Gino, but I wasn't comfortable having a man in our bed. That made me feel like I'd have to get new furniture to even feel comfortable here if I stayed. Right now, I wasn't sure what I was going to do. My first priority was going to be getting a job.

"Your clothes should be out of the dryer in like thirty minutes," I said. "I don't want you to think I'm trying to kidnap you."

"I don't mind."

His arm wrapped around me, and he pulled me close before placing kisses against my neck. The giggle I released sounded foreign. It had been so long since I'd felt like this with a man. So carefree, so wanted, so… loved ? That couldn't have been the case.

"You wanna just lay here or watch TV?"

"It's whatever," was his response. "I don't mind just laying here touching on you."

"That's dangerous." I slid my hand up and down his abs and chest. He had a solid build. Muscles and rippling abs I'd been finding it difficult to keep my hands off. And I loved the tattoos on his arms and chest.

"How so?"

"I grew up in a very affectionate household. Touch is how we showed our love. I like gifts too, but physical touch is definitely my love language."

"Good to know." His hand caressed my stomach before sliding up my chest to my neck. He craned my neck and kissed my lips twice before releasing me. "I think service is my love language. I'm a giver and server, so that's often what I seek from my partner."

"That makes sense. How long have you been single?"

His mouth twisted to the side as he thought over his answer. "I'm not single."

I sat up so quick I almost headbutted him. "The fuck do you mean you're not single?"

His laugh would have been cute if his words hadn't made my heart drop. "I belong to you, so I'm not single." A comfortable smile settled on his lips after he licked them. "Lay your ass back down. Hopping up like you was about to do something."

"I was about to throw you out if you were cheating on your woman with me."

Dejvi chuckled a little softer this time, and this time, I joined him. "I have never cheated on a woman in my life, and I for damn sure wouldn't start now."

"Either way, I told you I can't even think about a relations—"

"I said I'm yours," he interrupted me to say. "Even if it takes some time… I can wait until you're ready to be mine."

Between his words and the sincerity in his eyes, mine watered. I lifted slightly to kiss him. He stretched my arms and lifted them over my head, connecting his fingers with mine. Kisses led to a slow grind of our centers against each other. Dejvi's right hand lowered between my legs, caressing my clit. As it bloomed against him, he moaned into my mouth.

"Are you sore?" His fingers slid across my slick opening. "Can I have you again?"

"Will you be gentle?"

" So gentle." He agreed, hovering over me and spreading my legs. His quiet tone made me laugh.

"So gentle?"

"Mhm."

My back arched as he slowly slipped inside of me. Missionary made things different—more intimate. He wasn't busting down my walls in the back of his dark car. He was making slow love to me. Our eyes remained locked as I wrapped my arms around his neck. My lips trembled as I pulled in a sizzling breath.

Yeah… gentle.

And long.

And deep.

And so fucking good.

"Oh my God," I whimpered.

"Is this okay, love?"

"Yesss. It feels… so good."

"Yeah?" He kissed my chin, then my lips.

"Yes, baby."

Dejvi moaned and buried his face in my neck briefly. "I can't get enough of you."

"Me, or my pussy?"

His laughter was light as he lifted himself and looked into my eyes. "Both."

He removed my leg from around his waist and put my ankle on his shoulder. Stroking me deeper, he kissed me as I dug my nails into his back. This man was making it harder and harder for me to accept the fact that this would be over in the morning. For right now, I was content with making this last as if we'd have forever.