Lust at First Sight | A Short Story Collab with Monica Walters
Hey, loves.
I’m back with another short story—a GEM.
This time, Monica Walters and I collaborated on a short story I’m sure you’ll love.
E n j o y!
With love, ShanicexLola
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LAYLA
“Earth to Layla.” My best friend, Nova, snapped her fingers in my face, gathering my attention. “Are you just going to stand there? Or do you want a Long Island?”
I pulled my attention from him and nodded.
Nova had invited me out for a night of fun. As my best friend, she knew I desperately needed a distraction. My boss had been swamping me with endless coding paperwork, and I needed a break from it all. I needed fresh air away from the medical office and my home office.
I needed… him.
“What’s got you so…” Nova’s voice trailed off as she followed the sparkle in my eyes. “Oh. Remo Gage,” she said, laughing. The aesthetic in the hookah lounge was laid-back, and I appreciated the calm atmosphere. Not to mention, the throwback nineties jams completed the aura.
Now that she’d confirmed who he was, she had my attention.
I turned to her quickly, jealous that she was now frisking him with her intrigued gaze. “Interesting name. You know him?” I asked.
Nova scoffed and side-eyed me. “You don’t? He’s a local rapper. Very popular in Orlando.”
“I must’ve missed the memo,” I whispered before setting my gaze on him again.
He looked mysterious, composed, smooth, and fine as ever!
It was unfair… Unfair to be in the same room as him yet so far away.
I imagined approaching him and throwing my arms around his neck; introducing myself had taken over my mind.
Whether she thought I was being dramatic or not, I had to tell her, “I think I’m in love, Nova.”
She cackled behind her long, stiletto nails and shook her head. “It’s not polite to stare, girl. Didn’t Ms. Anita teach you anything?” she asked, referring to my mom.
“Mhm. But she didn’t prepare me for this,” I half-joked. I managed to strip my eyes from him, then exhaled. “Let’s go get those drinks,” I said, needing something else to occupy my attention. Remo was starting to notice me staring at him, probably assuming I was some insane groupie who couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
At this point, he wouldn’t be completely wrong.
I was attentive to every visible detail about him, immediately noticing and admiring his dark chocolate skin. The diamond-studded grill in his mouth sparkled, nearly blinding everyone in the dim room whenever he spoke. Remo towered over his entire entourage. They had a section of the lounge roped off, and I contemplated leaping over the bright red rope to get to him.
Get it together, Layla!
“Ladies, what are you sippin’ on tonight?! Whatever it is, our special guest, Remo, has taken over the tab. Head over to the bar and drink free all night on Remo Gage,” the DJ announced.
I was almost impressed with his latest move… almost.
I glanced at his section again, and our eyes locked. He winked and motioned for me to approach with a subtle nod and a swift wave. I peered around my area, ensuring I was his target.
“You staying in line for that Long Island or going to get your man?” Nova teased. She was already three fireball shots in, and I wished I were caught up.
Liquid courage would’ve done me some good right now.
“I… I can’t…” I shook my head, then nervously smiled down at my feet. Admiring him from afar was safe—any closer would have me melting against his tall, burly build.
“You can’t do what, shawty?” Remo’s deep, southern voice filled my ear. He’d made his way over quickly, and my heart dropped to my ass. I held back from gasping. “What is it? I’ll figure it out for you,” he said, sounding promising. My breathing heightened as control over my own body diminished.
“I’m Remo,” he said, then licked his lips. His security guard stood off to the side, watching his every move.
“I’m Layla.”
“Nice to meet you, Layla.” He smiled, his diamond-studded grill flashing me. His dark eyes were intimidating, but I couldn’t get enough. “You willing to follow me? You look too good to be in this line.” He looked me up and down. “Your friend can come, too.”
“Excuse me.” Nova snapped her head in our direction. “I was coming regardless,” she sassed, rolling her eyes and sticking close to me as we trailed him.
Remo chuckled, keeping his gaze on me while extending his hand for mine. “Wassup? Can I lead you there or not, baby?”
His thick, country accent could get whatever he wanted out of me.
I was willing to accommodate his every want and need—ready to please him in more ways than following his lead to his decked-out section.
“Please do,” I said, accepting his hand and leaning into him. An intoxicating whiff of his warm, citrus cologne made my mouth water.
How was it even possible for him to smell better than he looked?
“So, tell me, Layla. Why would you wear that short-ass dress tonight? You trying to lead me into temptation or some shit?” Remo asked in my ear. His bourbon-scented breath tickled my ear.
His smooth demeanor was magnetizing.
Dressed in a black hoodie, designer denim jeans with the price tag still attached to them, and Jordans, he looked good enough to devour.
My thoughts screamed for me to reply with a confident, hell yes, but all I could manage was a vigorous nod. If only he could read my thoughts, he would know I wanted him in the worst way… between my thighs and pushing deep inside me.
Shame of me to crave a stranger this desperately.
My fingertips ached to roam through his long, blonde-tipped locs. Remo stared at my thighs while he awaited my answer, one of his thick eyebrows hiking.
“Yes,” I finally answered.
Tonight, I’d merely planned to unwind by sitting at the bar and having a few drinks with my best friend. But after laying eyes on Remo, those plans changed.
I wanted him—a handsome, irresistible stranger.
REMO
My paid appearance at Kush Ultra’s Hookah Lounge was going well. Everyone in attendance bobbed their heads and danced to my music that blared from the Yamaha speakers, and man, there were some bad chicks in attendance. I’d bought out the bar, and now, the only thing left to do was to get this night over with. As a rapper, women threw themselves at me all the time. Getting pussy wasn’t a problem. But I needed something a little different tonight.
I wanted to be the aggressor.
The woman could show interest and shit, but I wanted to make the first move for a change. I’d expressed those sentiments to my boy and hype man, Genesis, too many times.
“Yo, look over there. Shawty’s been checking for you all night. She’s fire, too,” Gen alerted.
I glanced in the direction that Genesis stared.
Oh, Shawty was fine as fuck. He wasn’t lying about that.
She wasn’t hanging in front of VIP, looking thirsty and shit, either. I liked that. She definitely noticed a nigga, though. And that let me know she was interested. As she and her friend made their way to the bar, I watched her closely, taking in her golden brown skin, thick lips, and plump ass—internally making plans to see if she tasted like caramel. Just the thought of that caused my desire for her to escalate. After making eye contact with her a couple of times, trying to get her to come to my VIP section by gesturing her over, shawty still hadn’t made her way to me. It looked like she was warring on whether or not she should.
I was about to make that decision for her.
I approached the line at the bar to officially meet her. She conceded after a bit of persuasion and watching her take me in.
The way that short dress clung to her curves had a nigga hypnotized in every sense of the word. All I could think about was taking that shit off her and baptizing this platinum, diamond-studded grill in her pussy.
I licked my lips at the very thought of that.
Shawty wasn’t trying to beat around the bush, either. She knew exactly what she wanted. By the look in her eyes and her body language, she was begging me to put this beast to her.
Of course, I’d be happy to oblige. She was the romantic, freaky type, seeming like she liked a little back and forth before getting to it. Layla had admitted she was trying to lead me to temptation, and I planned on yielding to that shit.
Those legs were calling me.
I ran my hand up one of her thighs as I bit my bottom lip, watching her reaction. Feeling the shiver that emanated through her body made me want more. My appetite for a good fuck had enlarged itself as I felt the heat coming from that kitty cat. She touched the tips of my locs and closed her eyes. I continued stroking her legs as a moan left her slightly parted lips. This public display of foreplay was making me wanna throw her lil ass against the wall and dick her down for everybody to see.
My dick was hard as a hammer, ready to pound some shit.
I noticed that Genesis was occupied talking to Layla’s friend, so I looked at Layla and gazed into her beautiful brown eyes. “So, wassup tonight, lil mama? You gon’ ride with me?”
She leaned in closer and replied, “Ride with you, or ride on you?”
Shit, at the sound of that, I considered snatching her lil ass up on the spot and running right up out of this fucking club.
“Aight, baby. I take it you’re down to see what I’m all about, huh?”
Layla threw me a seductive smirk.
Turning her chair, I yanked it as close as it could get, landing those pretty legs between mine. I noticed the fire in her eyes and slid my hand up her thigh again.
Slowly.
The slight tremble of her thighs turned me on, making me want to dive into that pussy head-first. I licked my lips as I inched higher. Her body temperature was rising, and so was mine. When my fingertips landed on her mound, she looked to have stopped breathing. I used my free hand to stroke her velvety cheek.
“You want a nigga deep in that shit, don’t you, shawty?”
“The question is how deep are you gonna get?” she asked, breathlessly.
“That does seem to be the mystery.” I nodded, amused.
Leaning closer to her, my lips grazed her ear before I licked her neck. Damn, she smelled delectable, and I couldn’t wait to make her my main course. “But you’re obviously ready to find out, according to how your nipples are straining against this dress.”
Goosebumps populated her flesh as I gently bit her earlobe and rubbed my fingers over her bulging clit. “I promise you, I can touch every part of that pussy.”
I continued stroking her pearl and had her ass sweating; I watched her try to hide how my touch made her feel. Her attempts to mask her excitement didn’t work; I could see that shit vividly, like a movie on the big screen.
I pushed her chair away from mine and summoned the bar chick to bring us another bottle.
Leaning back in my chair, I surveyed her from head to toe. She was trying to play a good, teasing game with me, but shawty was dying for me to douse that fire between her legs.
“C’mere, baby.” I grabbed her hand as she stood, pulling her onto my lap. I held onto her thighs like they’d be my last meal, then lightly ran my fingers up her arm.
Watching her anticipate what I would do next took me down quicker than her. When my bottle of Ciroc arrived, I took it to the head for a bit.
Handing the bottle to her, I said, “Let me see you take it to the head, beautiful.”
She stared at me momentarily, licking her thick lips before lifting the bottle to them.
Hell yeah.
“So, what would you say if I said, let’s get the fuck outta here?”
Layla stood up from my lap and smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”
END
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