Page 84 of Certified Pressure
His eyes slid over to me. “Scared of what?”
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do if I get sent home,” I admitted. “I mean, I’ll be fine, I’ll figure it out, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t have strong feelings for you.”
He didn’t respond right away, and I didn’t expect him to. Pressure wasn’t the type to pour out a bunch of words, especially about feelings. But the way he looked at me was enough to make me feel like he heard every part of what I just said.
He set his drink down on the small table between us, then leaned forward slightly. His arm brushed against mine, and that one touch sent a rush straight through me. I hated that I was falling for him, but I couldn’t stop it.
I don’t even remember who leaned in first, but somehow, we were hugging, his arms tight around me. I rested my head against his shoulder, and after a moment, our faces were close enough that his breath was fanning over my skin. Then our lips met, slow at first, then deeper, like neither of us wanted to pull away.
Without thinking too hard about it, I asked softly, “Can I spend the night with you?”
He didn’t say anything, just nodded. Then he slid his arms under me and lifted me from the chair like I weighed nothing. My arms wrapped around his neck as he carried me back inside, and we kissed the entire way upstairs, each one hungrier than the last.
When we got to his bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind us and laid me down on the bed. The way he looked at me made my pulse race, and when he leaned over me, I pulled him down, so our bodies were pressed together.
I searched his eyes for a long moment, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m ready.”
His gaze locked on mine, and he said just as quietly, “No you not.”
“Yes, I am,” I insisted. “And whatever happens between us, even if you don’t choose me, I won’t regret this. I just… I don’t want to leave here without knowing how your body feel.”
He didn’t answer with words, but the way his eyes softened told me he heard me. He stayed there, holding my gaze like he was making sure I understood what this meant. And in that moment, I knew…he was going to take me up on it.
Pressure leaned in and kissed me, slow at first, like he wanted to feel every second of it. His lips moved against mine with this unhurried rhythm that made my stomach turn over, and when his hand came up to cup the side of my face, I felt that warmth spread everywhere. He kissed me deeper, his tongue sliding against mine, pulling me closer until I could feel the weight of his body over mine. His mouth left my lips only to trail down the side of my neck, each kiss making my skin prickle in a way that had my whole body tuned in to him.
I pulled my shirt over my head, my chest rising and falling faster now, and he sat back for a second, just looking at me. His eyes stayed on my breasts, like he was memorizing what he saw. Then he leaned in again and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it with that same slow care, his tongue circling it until my toes curled into the sheets. The sensation shot straight through me, warm and tingling, and I couldn’t help the small sound that escaped my throat. He switched to the other, giving itthe same attention, his hand gently squeezing the one he’d just left like he wasn’t ready to let go of it completely.
By the time all my clothes were gone, I felt stripped bare in more ways than one, but there was no shame in it. He moved between my thighs, spreading them open, and his mouth found me there. The first stroke of his tongue made my hips lift from the bed. He licked me slow, up and down, his tongue pressing into my pussy like he was tasting every bit of me. Every flick, every gentle suck on my clit sent another wave of heat through my stomach, making my body melt into the mattress. I reached for the back of his head, my nails digging in his hair as he kept going, and it was like he could tell exactly where to touch to pull these sounds out of me.
He finally stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head. Then he slid his sweats down, and my eyes landed on his dick. My mouth went dry. It was long and thick, veins running along the sides, the head flushed and heavy. It looked like something I had only seen in my imagination, and for a moment all I could think was how the fuck that was supposed to fit inside of me. My heart sped up, and I could feel that nervous energy fluttering in my stomach, but at the same time, it was too late to turn back.
He stood at the foot of the bed with one hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it slow as he watched me. “You sure you wanna do this?” he asked.
I stared at him for a moment, my bottom lip caught between my teeth, my mind racing but my body already knowing the answer. I nodded. “I’m sure.”
He climbed onto the bed, settling between my thighs again. His mouth went back to my pussy, licking me slowly, his tongue tracing every part of me until I felt myself getting wetter. Then he slid one finger inside, moving it carefully, his thumb brushing over my clit in a rhythm that made me moan. He added anotherfinger, loosening me up, his other hand gripping my thigh to hold me open for him. Every move was like he wanted to make sure I was ready for all of him.
When he finally eased the head of his dick against me, I gasped at the stretch. It burned, not in a way that made me want to stop, but in a way that reminded me I had never done this before. He didn’t push all the way in but just kept the head there while his mouth went to my neck, sucking and kissing until the burn eased into something warmer. My nails dug into his back as he slowly pushed deeper, giving me time to adjust.
He kept his eyes on mine for a while, like he wanted me to know he was right there with me, but then I saw him break the stare, almost like it was too much for him. The slow drag of his dick inside me was making my legs tremble, but the way he moved kept me from tightening up. I could feel myself loosening around him, my pussy getting wetter with each slow stroke, and I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist to pull him closer.
The feeling was overwhelming in the best way. Every time he slid in, my body responded, my hips tilting up to meet him, the stretch turning into something I didn’t want to end. He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hand coming up to hold my face while his other arm kept me anchored under him. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room.
When he finally pulled out, I felt the emptiness instantly, but then his hand wrapped around his dick again and he stroked it a few times before spilling between my legs. His head tipped back slightly, his lips parting as he let out a low sound, and I could tell it felt good as fuck to him. The warmth of it against my skin made me shiver, and he looked down at me like he was taking in the sight of what we’d just done.
He moved up beside me and pulled me into him, my head resting against his chest while his arm wrapped tight around me. Neither of us spoke, but the weight of what happened satbetween us in a way that felt heavier than words. My body was still humming from him, and my mind was still catching up to the fact that I really done it. I had given my virginity to Pressure Mensah.
Lying there in his arms, with his scent still on me and my body still warm from his, I felt a kind of closeness I never felt with anyone. And as my eyes drifted shut, I knew I would remember this night for the rest of my life.
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
Ilaid in bed, trying not to toss and turn, but my mind was still on the fight me and Pluto had earlier. That bitch really tried it. My body felt tired, but my thoughts wouldn’t let me rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. I thought about the way she was looking at me like I had betrayed her, like all the years of friendship between us meant nothing. I hated that it even got to that point, but the truth was, I wasn’t sorry for what I said. Pluto was entitled as hell and felt like I needed to tell her my every move with Pressure when I never expected her to tell me hers. She got mad at me for choosing to protect our friendship by sparing her feelings and keeping certain details with Pressure out. She took it as me acting funny, but I took it as courtesy.
The thought of her being in Pressure’s room right now was eating at me in a way I didn’t want to admit out loud. I could picture it too clearly— her sitting in his space, maybe talking, maybe not, but being there in a way that made her feel closer to him. That was the part that was getting under my skin. I knew what it felt like to be in that space with him, to feel like all his attention was locked on me, and I didn’t want to imagine her having that.
Now that it was only four of us left, there was no hiding from the reality that this was almost over. The games, the group settings, the little moments of jealousy—all of it was fading into something way more serious. We started with twenty women, and now it was just us. Every move mattered at this point, and I knew Pressure was paying attention to more than he let on.
When I thought back to Virella Azul, I couldn’t stop the small rush I felt. That trip wasn’t just a trip to me, but a statement. The way he treated me there wasn’t casual. He made me feel like I was the only person who meant something to him. The way he looked at me, the way he made sure I was comfortable, the way he went out of his way to make me feel wanted… I now knew that shit wasn’t just for show. I remembered the warmth in his touch, the things he whispered in my ear and the way he kissed me like he couldn’t get enough. I knew what that meant. You couldn’t fake that kind of energy.
