Something Hot [Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Black OC]
Yahya asks his lady to make him a quick breakfast before work. She agrees, but there’s just one thing she needs him to understand… She will be the first course.
Warnings: 18+, Smut, Explicit Language
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all! <3
It was six in the morning and I had been awake for almost an hour… feenin’. I don’t know if the cause had been some lustful dream that I couldn’t remember, but I’d woken up out of nowhere needing my baby in a bad way. However, I knew he had work in a few, and I didn’t want to disturb him. On a Saturday, no less. His work week didn’t usually spill over into the weekend, but unfortunately, today it had. So I just lay there, patiently waiting for him to open his eyes and hoping that he would make some time for me whenever he did.
As he slept so peacefully on his back, completely unaware that a dangerous storm was brewing just a little to his right, I scanned his glorious features for about the hundredth time. In the low light coming from my lamp, I beheld that decadent umber brown skin, those perfectly full lips that I swore I could taste, that immaculately groomed beard that accentuated a jawline sharp enough to kill; just his entire beautiful ass face. Ugh! This man was so bomb. You couldn’t tell me he hadn’t been touched by the hand of God himself.
I wanted to lick him, but I behaved and kept my tongue to myself. My hands, however, found their way between my legs for the third time since my slumber had ended. I promise it felt as if my nethers had their own separate heartbeat this morning. And, no matter how many times I gave it to myself, it just would not quit. It was painfully obvious that I wasn’t capable of supplying what I so desperately needed on this day. But I decided to go at it again anyway.
I fondled myself beneath those covers, squeezing my clit and taking my fingers as deep as I could get them. The fight to keep quiet wasn’t as difficult as it had been before, because this shit just wasn’t doing it for me anymore. I wished these were my man’s hands instead of my own. Or other parts of him. Oh, how much more fulfilling it would all be…
“Yahya,” I whispered, slowly rotating my hips, trusting that it would make the situation a more pleasurable one. But my once plentiful well was sadly running dry. I was about to be rubbing my skin off in a second. “…Yahya, baby, wake up. Please.”
He actually stirred and I stopped everything, quickly lifting my head and almost breaking my neck to get a peek of him. But all he did was groan and turn his face away from me before going off to sleep again. And his eyes never even made an appearance. I released a very frustrated sigh and threw my head back into my pillow. I was really at my wit’s end here and, though I hated to do it, I was gonna have to be selfish. At this point, waking his ass up was my only option.
So I crept my hand over to his lap where I was greeted by a very nice hump. He didn’t move so I proceeded to give it a few light caresses. I bit into my lip, turning myself on as I traced the imprint of that monster with my fingertips. It didn’t take long for the moisture to replenish itself and I forgot for a minute that I was trying to be sneaky. A very audible moan escaped and I grabbed a hold of that thing, despising how far away from me it was. I felt his hips jerk a bit and I loosened my grip.
I remained still and quiet, waiting for a response, and he started to laugh. I did the same and he looked to the ceiling, revealing his gorgeous smile. “…You feel something over here that belongs to you?”
“Mmmm.” The richness of his heavy morning voice rattled my pussy. “I do, actually… you should give it to me.” I lifted myself to my side so that I could move closer. I was slowly guiding my fingers underneath his waistband when he gently grabbed my wrist. I had frowned before I knew it.
“What time is it?” he yawned from behind his hand, glancing over in my direction.
I turned to my phone on the nightstand and illuminated the screen. “6:09.”
I frowned even harder as he released my wrist and began to stretch all of his lovely six feet and three inches out across our sheets. “Why not?”
“I told you I had to go in today,” he lazily recalled, finally giving me his entire face.
“I know. How early, though?”
“Yeah.” He sighed while rubbing his hand over his eyes. “My alarm is about to go off in exactly one minute.”
“Are you serious?” I cursed myself out in my head for not waking him sooner. “I’ve been up for a whole hour. I should’ve just jumped you when I had the chance. My considerate ass.”
He chuckled. “You should’ve.” Just as he spoke, his alarm started to ring and he went to silence it. “I would’ve got you right real quick.”
“Baaabe,” I whined miserably, resting my head in my propped up hand. I was so pissed at myself and he wasn’t making it any better. Why did he have to be all responsible and shit? Nobody’s first alarm was their only alarm. “I just need five minutes.”
“If I could, trust I would be fucking you by now. We have investor meetings today; gotta make sure everything is still running smoothly, also considering making a couple more investments. So, you want dick or you want me to go get this money?” He turned to me and I reluctantly shrugged my shoulder, a look of indecision growing in my expression. “…You actually gotta think about it?” He was too tickled. I dropped my face down, giggling heartily into my pillow.
“Okkkk, babe,” I half laughed, half pouted, throwing my hand up and then letting it fall back onto the bed. I had been bested. “Go before I become irrational.”
He chuckled and pulled the covers from his body, sitting up onto the edge of the bed. “I got you when I get home.” He leaned over, elbows planted at his knees, and reached up to give his head a rub. His incredibly toned back was flexed so nicely. Muscles were bulging all over the place. I mean, he was giving me a full view of all the shit I couldn’t have. Massive hands that often folded me like flip phones in 2003, ripped arms and broad shoulders that lifted my two ten like a feather every time, powerful thighs and ass that had pounded my pussy to smithereens on several joyous occasions. He was so fucking big. And extremely fucking yummy. “We may even have a reason to celebrate.”
“Hmm?” I cooed, bringing my delighted gaze up from his boxer briefs to his face as I came out of my head.
He placed his hand down to the bed and turned to look at me. “You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”
“I’m sorry.” I fell over laughing. I didn’t even realize he’d been talking.
“You no good when you backed up.”
“And whose fault is that? Anyway, what did you say?”
“I said I got you when I get back home, fast ass.”
I laughed so goofily that he had to join me. “Shut up.”
“And that we might have a reason to celebrate by then,” he continued. “Turn your pussy off for a minute.”
I cackled. “Don’t piss me off, Yahya.”
He was cracking up, clapping his hands and everything. Just full of glee. He thought he was so funny.
“And I’m sure we will have a reason to celebrate. I know my baby be killing shit,” I very confidently affirmed, smiling up at him.
He stood and I turned over to my stomach, kicking my feet up and cradling my face in my hands. “Let me come in the shower with you.” I had to try one more time, because I’d never been a quitter.
“If you come with me, I might as well just stay in here.”
“Ok!” I perked up instantly, scooting toward him with the quickness.
“Ivy, no,” he laughed, putting his hand out to stop me. “You know what I meant.”
“You really about to make me wait for you all day. I think you’re overestimating my strength.”
“I don’t think so. I believe in you.”
I smacked my lips, frowning at his badly timed sarcasm. “Well, take your funky ass on then.”
He laughed as he started toward the bathroom. He had a mean ass walk, too. The way his shoulders rode the beat of his hips, that slight twist in his waist, ugh! God! “Hook me up with some breakfast, though.”
“Oh,” I was sitting up to return to my side of the bed when the audacity entered my ears, “so I can’t get my back blown out real quick, but I can cook for you. You’re getting cereal.”
“What do you want?” I mumbled through clenched teeth, cutting my eyes at him, all while struggling to keep my smile at bay.
“Something hot,” he stressed, with a chuckle, nearly filling the bathroom doorway. “But just something that I can eat in the car. Whatever you feel like putting together real quick, it doesn’t matter.”
I had been nodding the entire time he explained… just to remain unswayed. “Cereal.”
He hollered and I broke immediately, laughing right along with him. “What am I gonna do with you?” he shouted jovially, disappearing through the door. He knew I was a handful. Maybe a little more.
I followed after him, only motivated by the need to carry out my morning routine. I had also left my cami and panties on the floor before I walked in, but that was neither here nor there. I heard him in the linen closet as I prepared to brush my teeth. When he shut the door, I got my feet apart and bent all the way over the sink, ensuring that he could see my pussy open up while I practiced good dental hygiene. Quite certain I had his attention, I even did a little sway, just for his viewing pleasure.
I was almost done when I caught the reflection of him standing on the wall behind me. Just like I knew he would be. He was shaking his head, but one half of his mouth had curled into an amused grin. Naturally, I grinned back, aware that I was very close to getting my way.
