Boricua and the Flame Chapter 3
By JurassicFatt
Tasha's Pov, Hotel Room, 12:45 AM
"Tasha!" Kiera yells from behind me, but I just keep walking, pulling from her grip. "Can you stop for a second?"
"I-I can't with you right now, Kiera." I tell her, trying to control my emotions.
"Can't what? I thought we were having a good time." she admits. Turning, I'm met with those big brown eyes of hers. I can't do this with her. I need to get out of this hotel room before I do something I'll regret. Grabbing my bag, I'm trying to haul ass out of here, but she's having none of it. She blocks my path.
"Kiki, please let me pass. I'll explain everything tomorrow. I promise. Just please, I need to go." I say, turning my body so I can squeeze by her. Unfortunately, she grabs one strap of my bag, tugging me back. "Kiera, let it go."
"Why are you doing this, Tash? Stay. Talk to me. What you can tell me tomorrow you can tell me, here and now. We'll figure it out. We always do. But you've gotta come clean with me." she argues. I scoff.
"Come clean? What, come clean, Kiki? Don't got anything to hide."
"Well obviously, you do if you're bolting out the door when I'm asking you questions." Kiera retorts.
"I'm not."
"You are. You're hiding something from me. Was it something I said at the club?"
"It's nothing you said or did, Kiki. Please, let's drop it fo-"
"No!" she argues, getting louder.
"No?"
"No. I want to know what it is now." Damn, she's stubborn! She tugs harder on my bag, causing me to lose my grip. "What you can tell me tomorrow, you can certainly tell me today. So out with it. Did I do something? Was it me and Shay? Do you not like hanging out with me? What's up?" Kiera asks, moving her hands around the room.
"It's-It's not like that, Kiki." I answer.
"Then what is it, Tash? Did I embarrass you? Have I hurt you?"
"No, Kiki, you're blowing this way out of the water, girl. We cool. You and me, we're the fire and flavor division. It was her. Rubbing up and giving me side-eye. Then the drink. You mean the world to this Boricua, Kiki." I explain to her. She looks around for a second.
"Then why did you fly off at the club? Why did you leave in such a hurry? We was vibing. Enjoying ourselves after such a long ass time away, and you jumped for a cab. Look, I know she's was being a little mean, but that was no reason to call the night quits. I wanted to dance more with you. Like, I'm just trying to understand why, Tasha?"
"I get you. But let's leave it for now."
"Why? Why can't we talk about it now?"
"Kiki, I just... I just can't concentrate. Between the smoke room, the drinks, and your cloth-" I stop myself, but it's too late. I try to backtrack, but she's already sniffing bullshit. "I meant-"
"Me? My clothes. My clothes? What about my clothes, Tasha? Tell me." she asks with more authority.
"Kiki, please-"
"No, no. You were about to say something, but you stopped yourself. What, does my mellow not fit you?" Kiera demands, showing herself off. I can't help peeking at her boob window and curves. "Does my style displease you?"
"No-"
"Then what did you mean? What's wrong with my clothes?"
"Nothing, baby."
"No, you were about to say something. Say it, Tasha. GO ahead! I'm all ears!"
"You, you are just so damn stubborn."
"Ah huh?!"
"And sassy."
"Yeah?"
"And so fucking sexy, I'm losing my damn mind! For fuck's sake, Kiki, your clothes are straight fire! I'm getting turned on just looking at you in those tights and shirt! We was shotgun kissing back at the club, but I wanted to taste that cinnamon chapstick you're always wearing. I haven't been able to spend one damn day not thinking about how damn beautiful you are since you jumped to Jacksonville!" Kiera is standing in shock, wide-eyed at my confession. "That about answers it!"
"I-I" she stutters, before going quiet. Taking a breath, I speak to her quickly, my eyes closed.
"Kiki, please let me leave. I promise, we'll talk tomorrow and I'll give you all the details. But I can't control how I'm feeling, and you've got to let me go-"
I'm cut off mid-sentence as Kiera closes the distance between us, kissing me right then and there. Grabbing my shirt, her lips press firmly against mine as she holds me against her. That scent of cocoa butter and fruit overwhelms me. I can barely believe it. I know I should pull away. Lifting my hands up, I try to separate us… before my body takes over and I pull her closer, grabbing onto her shirt and pulling her against me. She moans, tangling her hands in my hair. I do the same, letting my right hand grab her cheek, as I feel her tongue begging for entrance. I don't hesitate, opening my mouth and letting our tongues rub against each other, that cinnamon taste so divine on my tongue.
Kiera's pulling me away from the door, one step at a time. I follow suit, until her heels hit the blue couch. We slowly fall, continuing to kiss on our way down, Kiera landing on her back with me on top of her. My hair wildly surrounding her face, our tongues explore each other's mouths. Right hand caressing her cheek, I take my left one and grab her right thigh. Kiera's right hand comes down and pulls my hand down further, making me grab a handful of her cheek, instead. Kiera moans the minute I do, trying to tangle her leg around mine. She wraps both of her arms around my neck, and she grinds her waist up at me, causing a shiver to go through my body. God! She's so fucking hot! I've dreamed about this for so long, both sober and… Wait. Wait, wait. Not like this. We're both high as fuck and drunk out of our minds. As much as I want this, I want it to be special. I pull my head away, breaking our kiss.
"K-Kiki, no more, baby. I got to go." I tell her.
"No! I want more, Tasha." Kiera begs in lust, her eyes dark. She pulls me back down, kissing me with all she has and continuing to grind on my leg. She's trying to get her way. Her right arm unravels from my neck, rubbing down my shoulders, back, and finally to my ass. Kiera grabs it and skillfully rubs two fingers between my cheeks, putting pressure on the sweet spot. I can't help the groans escaping me. I'm so fucking wet! I can feel it in my underwear. Kiera moans into our kiss. She's pulling at my resolve, but I've got to stop this. It hurts me to pull away, but I need to. I break our kiss and start getting off her, but her grip is really strong. To pull away, I tickle her stomach with my hand, causing her to thrash around. "Hehehehe-Tas-Hahaha! W-What! Tasha?" she starts to laugh, before giving me a quizzical look as I get off her and the couch.
"I'm sorry Kiki. I've got to get going."
"What? Why? I thought you said-"
"I know what I said Kiki. I meant it all. But I also don't want this like this." I tell her. She pouts at me. "I want us stone cold sober."
"Tasha, I know what I'm doing."
"But I don't! I need some distance. I don't want our first time to be in a haze. I want us to be lucid!"
"I am lucid!" she retorts.
"You're drunk. And high as fuck. As am I. So, to avoid us going further and doing something we'll regret, I've got to go." I exclaim, bending down to grab my bag. Kiera stands up.
"I'd never regret being with you, Tasha." she argues, swaying up to me. I back up, putting a hand between us. She presses her front against it, letting it rest right above her heart, before grabbing my hand with her left.
"Please Kiki. I'm trying to avoid heartbreak. I've been hurt before doing something like this, and I don't want it to happen again."
"I promise I won't hurt you. I'll only make you feel better, baby." Kiera says, before going flush against me. I can smell her aroma again and I'm getting second thoughts.
"I-I can't, right now, Kiki. You mean the world to me, but it can't go down like this. Not the way we are right now. I promise to call you tomorrow. We'll figure it out then, ok?" She looks at me with big puppy dog eyes. Of all times she got to be cute!
"You promise to call me?" she asks, her tone sad and lip quivering. I nod.
"I promise. First thing in the morning." She kisses me, cupping my face in her hands. No matter how I try, I can't help kissing back. A bittersweet moment between us; I almost want to cry. I've been waiting for this moment for so long, but I can't let myself go through with it. I break it when I feel her hand sliding down my chest. "K, I'm going."
"You sure?" she asks in a begging tone. "I have a double." she offers.
"100. I'll call you tomorrow, Kiki. Goodnight." I say frantically, before ripping the door open and closing it.
"Tasha-" she starts, but I close the door and quickly go to the elevator, pressing the 5 to get to my floor. I hoof it to my room, unlock it with my key card, and close the door, locking it behind me.
"Fuck that was close." I mutter to myself. Damn it, how could I lose my cool like that? I'm the Boricua Badass, not some high school student! I should be in more control of myself. I swear, if that girl Shay hadn't been all over Kiera, I wouldn't be acting like this. *Sigh* Okay. I can't change what happened, and I'm too tired to deal and keep running circles around this. I'll call Kiera tomorrow and we'll figure this out.
I go into my bag, taking my phone and charger out, and then plug it into the wall. I make my way over to the bathroom. I quickly take off my shirt and bracelet, then my bra. I take off socks and jeans, followed by my underwear, which is soaked through. Fuck! I chuck them into a swimmer's bag I carry for dirty clothes. Getting a t-shirt and boy shorts out of my bag, I place them on the sink counter before turning on the water. I shower, clean my makeup off, moisturize, and put some coconut oil in my hair. I sit down on a chair and turn on the T.V., just to hear some background noise.
After about a half hour, I clean up the excess oil and get ready for bed. I check my room lock again. Better safe than sorry. I turn off the other lights in the room, but leave the T.V. on. I go under the white covers of the bed, propping myself up with a pillow. Have you ever been so tired you feel like you want to sleep, but just can't? I've got so many thoughts running through my head. What's going to happen tomorrow? I need to call Kiera, but should I wait until after morning? Should I go to her room again? How the hell are we going to go from here? We could have nearly slept together! Not exactly what friends do on the daily. Fuck me, what was I thinking? I mean, she did initiate the kiss, but I didn't stop her. In fact, if I hadn't told her how sexy I thought she was, it probably wouldn't have happened. Do I fully regret it, though?
A part of me says I did the right thing by stopping it there. There's another part, however, that wants to go back down there and finish what we started. God, she looked so good tonight. Her kisses… oh man, her kisses were the best. The way she felt against me… her cute moans and hands touching me all over.
*Brzzz* My phone vibrates beside me, making me jolt from my bed. I realize I've been squeezing my thighs together and running a hand over my chest. What the hell? Grabbing my phone, I notice I've got a few texts from Kiera. Should I open them? *Sigh*, okay.
I open my messages and click on the 'Kiki' page at the top.
"Tasha, you ok? Let me know when you get to you room. K?"
Feeling my lips upturn into a smile. We're literally at the same hotel, but she still wanted to know I got home okay. I quickly shoot her a text.
"Hey Kiki. Got here a little bit ago. Thanks for the concern! 😊"
"No prob! I was going to say, if you can't find it, you're welcome at my room. Anytime. 😉"
The second text comes with a picture: Kiera lying on her bed, in a 'Hottest flame' t-shirt, one shoulder bare, and just a peak of her red panties and creamy thighs. I gasp, before receiving another text and picture. Should I open it? Damn it, I shouldn't… Okay, one peek! Scrolling down, I nearly drop my phone:
"We the fire and flava division. And rn, I'm feeling the fire and Craving the flava!"
The next picture was taken from above, with Kiera looking up. Her shirt has been pulled down, baring both shoulders and part of her right breast, nipple peeking above her bra. Her brown eyes, a mischievous glint behind them, stare at me, and she's biting her lip. But most shocking of all: while not visible, her hand looks to be in between her legs… Is she…? I start rubbing a hand on my thighs and shorts. Touching myself over my clothes.
"Fuck, Kiki." I say aloud. Stopping myself, I send her a response.
"Kiki, we really shouldn't be doing this…"
"You left me hot and bothered! I know you wanted to talk tomorrow, but… can't we have a bit of fun at a distance, like when we used to flirt before the show?"
Running a hand over my face. I really need to stop.
"I don't know, Kiki. I want us to talk tomorrow about what's going on between us. I don't think this is going to help. We're not even thinking straight!" She quickly texts back.
"Please!," before moving onto the next text:
"Bet we could do some real damage, you and me. Damn, I can still feel those lips against mine! I want another taste so bad… Maybe you'll let me have? I promise to give you one too…"
I scroll down to the picture, and my eyes widen in shock. Kiera's shirt is completely off, showcasing her purplish-red bra. The skin on her stomach and breasts looks so smooth and creamy. She has one finger in her mouth, sucking on it suggestively.
"Fuck!" I moan, putting a hand underneath my pants. I start rubbing and flicking my clit with my thumb, before plunging a finger in my heat. I'm beyond wet by this point. With one hand, I quickly respond.
"Kiki, you playing a dangerous game. If you keep this up, I won't be held responsible for what comes next. We got to settle what's going on between us, and I care about your feelings, so it needs to wait. But you're driving me crazy…" A few minutes pass, with no response. Just as I think these messages have ended, I receive another one.
"Tasha, I know you're doing the right thing. It means a lot that you want our first time to be more special. And yeah, we're drunk and high as hell. At least I think so. But since you're so sweet, I'ma give you some relief, Tasha. I know you as hot as I am, rn, and I damn sure will be dreaming about taking you from behind tonight." Moaning aloud, I suddenly receive a new message. This one is a video!
I quickly press play. It's Kiera's mouth, biting her lip. God, they look so kissable, even without lipstick. I hear something buzzing in the background.
"Mmm. *Breath* Huff! Mmm, Tasha…" Oh my God! Is she? Is she masturbating in this? I start rubbing myself faster, as the video pans out. She's lying on her back, showing off her beautiful brown eyes, bare breasts with dark areola, and hard nipples. "Oh, fuck!"
The camera keeps going, and my mouth drops, before I sharply take in a breath. Kiera's pussy, with dark curls and beautiful pink lips, glistening in the light, comes into view. It is covered by a purple toy- a womanizer- which is sucking her clit, the vibrations more audible now. Her pussy is quivering, and she's moaning louder by the second.
"*Breath* Fuck! Ah yes… Yes! Tasha, mmm. Fuck me, Tasha! Fuck me! Oh!" she moans, causing me to rub even faster. "I'm so close! Make me cum, Tasha. Make me cum! Uh!" she yells, before her legs start shaking and Kiera's breath gets choppy.
She continues to buck and cum, screaming and cursing throughout her orgasm, before the video ends abruptly. That's so fucking hot! I continue playing with myself, watching the video over and over. Finally, I reach my peak and moan out, cumming all over my hand.
"Oh shit! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh fuuuuck!" I yell, going stiff as my legs shake. Panting like crazy, my body gives out and I collapse fully onto the bed. My wetness is leaking down my pussy and fingers. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I rest my other arm against my forehead. I receive another text from Kiera.
"Off to sleep. Hoping for dreams of the Boricua Badass. Goodnight, Tasha. 😘"
Looking at my hand, a smirk paints the corner of my lips. Maybe it's the drunken-high haze on my mind, but I can't help myself. Taking my phone, I record a video.
"Hey Kiki. Got me all types of crazy, here. We gonna handle our business, tomorrow, don't you worry. Thanks for the little peeks you gave me." I bring the camera down and show off my pussy, sticking my fingers in before pulling them out. "This all you, Kiki. Can't wait to see what damage we'll be doing soon." I then put my fingers into my mouth, loudly sucking off my salty cum. "MMM, *SLURP* MMM! Oh fugh, mmm! *POP* Damn. *Breath*. Sweet dreams, Kiki. Mwah!" I say, blowing a kiss.
I go clean up in the sink, before getting back into bed. I hear my phone go off. Picking it up, I laugh at the response.
"Damn, girl! You freaky! Bet that taste good, huh? 😋 "
"Guess you'll have to wait to find out…"
"Wow! And you calling me, sneaky? … Don't worry, Tasha. We be getting comfy real soon. Good night, jelly bean! Sweet dreams, 😉"
I text her good night, before placing my phone back and letting it charge. Soon enough, the mixture of alcohol, pot and orgasms finally take me out for the night.
The End
Author's Note: Hey everybody. Nice little surprise double chapter, just for you. So, this is the final of Boricua and the Flame. I had a blast writing these, so if you want to see more of Tasha/Kiera, let me know. Holly might just show up in other stories, too ;). I hope you enjoyed. If you did, feel free to leave a review. It's always appreciated. Until next time, take care and enjoy your day!