The Yes Before The Mess

KANNON:

Asking Brielle to marry me felt like the next step in our relationship.

And of course, her family wanted to throw this grand engagement party to celebrate.

I had a lot of uneasy feelings about the shit, but I knew how important keeping a tight image was for her and her parents. Even when their shit was spread wide open for all the world to see, The Champagne’s pretended to be the perfect little family.

Despite my doubts, I loved Brielle. After five years of being together, what was not to love? She could be too uptight and too wholesome sometimes, but I learned to deal with it for the sake of our relationship.

She was beautiful. Sexy. Smart. Rich. And safe.

But none of that shit seemed to hold as much weight after I asked her to marry me. I started thinking about the rest of my life and the spark I was giving up to be with her. And even though I did want to be with her, I wasn’t sure if I was ready for a commitment like marriage.

“Your drunk ass held it down tonight, babe,” she said as she escorted me to the Champagne pool house. “I thought you and Dad were gonna go off on a tangent about a case and turn dinner into a Lion’s Den debate.”

I was so drunk I couldn’t focus on nothing but that sweet ass walking in front of me.

I wanted to sneak away from dinner and give her a quick ten in the bathroom, but she wasn’t with all that. Not with her parents sitting there.

“Why this walk feel longer than I remember?” I asked, ready to get her alone so I could blow her back out.

“Because you’re drunk,” she said. “We’re almost there, baby. Then you can lay down and sleep off all those shots you took.”

She looked down at her hand to admire the seven carat Golconda diamond I got her and a large smile crossed her face. I felt guilty as hell seeing her so happy knowing I didn’t feel the same way. But I ignored it. I was too busy thinking with my dick to be a stand up nigga and call the engagement off.

“You staying with me tonight?” I pressed my hard-on against her ass while she entered the code to open the pool house.

“If we were already married I would,” she said. “You know how my parents feel about us sleeping in the same bed under their roof.”

“Well, technically, we’re not under their roof. We’re in the pool house. They won’t hear a thing.”

The door slid open, and I was hoping Brielle would let me slide her open too. I missed that tight, juicy pussy she kept hidden under all them damn clothes all the time. She barely let me sniff it most nights. Especially if I had been drinking.

“You always say you won’t get crazy, and you end up getting crazy,” she said. “I’m not falling for it tonight. Now get in here and get ready for bed. We have a long weekend ahead of us. All the family will be here tomorrow.”

The automated lights in the pool house lit the way as we walked in. I followed her toward the bedroom, while taking my clothes off on the way, because I had every intention of getting some ass before she went back to the main house. And I didn’t give a damn how her parents felt about it.

“You know where to find everything you need. Your phone is on the nightstand with your keys and wallet. I know you’ll probably sleep like a baby tonight, but I’ll come check on you in a little while.”

I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, butt ass naked, while she rambled and unpacked my suitcase.

Even at the height of my horniness, I had to stop and take a minute to appreciate the way she took care of my needs. She was a great woman, and any man would’ve been lucky to have her. That’s why I held onto her for so long.

Even though I slipped up and stepped out a couple times, it would’ve been over my dead body that another man got to experience what was mine.

“Really, Kannon?” she finally looked at me and saw my dick on full display.

“Mhm.” I started towards her. “Rock hard. Just for you.”

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck while her tiny hands caressed my back. The sensation of her fingernails dragging across my skin almost made me nut. When my dick jumped and bounced off her thigh, it must’ve sent a shock through her pussy, because she pushed away from me like I was already tearing her walls down.

“Goodnight, Kannon.” She kissed my lips with this teasing look in her eyes. “Call me if you need anything, ok?”

“I need you right now.” I pointed at the nine inch nail swinging between my legs. “Look at this shit.”

She took a long, hard look.

Her teeth snagged at her bottom lip while she examined me, looking like she was contemplating taking a chance on a wild ride. I thought she would give in and let me slut her out for the old and the new … but nah. Little Miss Champagne always played by the rules.

“You know how much I love this,” she whispered as she stroked me. “I love what you do to me in every single way. But … Champagne’s rules are Champagne’s rules.”

Her hand fell away from my dick, and my head fell back with it. I was pissed that she was leaving me alone in the pool house with a stiffy and nothing to settle the score. But … Champagne’s rules.

When she left, I laid in bed watching videos on my phone until my eyes got too heavy to keep open. The blackout curtains were shut tight. The AC was blowing cold and crisp, and my trusty emotional support fan was doing its job of drowning out the noise of the night.

Brielle was right—I did sleep like a baby.

I don’t know how long I was out before I felt someone climb in bed with me. The hair, the nails, the perfume all pointed toward Brielle. I didn’t flick on a light or ask any questions, though. I was just happy she changed her mind about having sex and came to give it up.

“Breaking the rules tonight, I see.”

I tried to sit up and meet her halfway, but she pressed her hand against my chest to lay me back down.

Her hand trailed from my chest, down my abs, and then to the limpness resting on my thigh. She stroked it first, then lathered it with the warmness of her tongue and lips. It felt so fucking good.

Actually, better than I remembered.

As she sucked and slurped, I felt my body tingling. I was throbbing and thrusting into her mouth, trying not to lose control and get us caught. But the way she worked my shit with her tongue and hands, I couldn’t contain myself.

I thrusted and grabbed a handful of her hair to keep her steady right where I wanted her. The more she sucked, the more I thrusted. And the more I thrusted, the closer I got to my climax.

“I’m bout to nut,” I grunted and gripped the back of her head so hard I thought I hurt her. But she kept sucking and stroking, spitting and swallowing. “Ah shit!” I shuddered, “I’m cumming.”

Her grip on my shaft got tighter and her slurps got sloppier as she caught every drop of cum I had to give.

When she was done with me, she left quietly.

Didn’t say a word or stick around until I fell asleep again.

She was gone like a thief in the night, and I was one satisfied motherfucker.