Meant to be Yours

by Sequaia

  “Baby, I-I’m coming.” The words somehow found their way out of my throat.

  “Fill my mouth with it then,” he mumbled, my clit still in his mouth. The vibrations from him speaking, then going back to sucking did the trick because I came hard as hell. My legs shook. My entire bottom convulsed.

  “Stop,” I yelled at him, pushing his head from between my legs while clasping my thighs against his face at the same time. My clit was too sensitive for him to be still kissing it, and though pleasure would follow if he continued, I needed a breather.

  “Don’t be pushing my head.” He came up, pressing his lips on mine, letting me taste my juices as he slid inside of me.

  “Damn, A, you did keep it tight for yo’ boy, huh?”

  If he expected me to answer him while sliding inside of me so calculated, he had to be out of his mind. Besides, that could not have been a question. Of course, I’d stay tight for him. The only way my shit wouldn’t be as tight is if it were he who tore my walls down.

  “Ahh.”

  “You gon’ come for me again?”

  “Mmm.”

  “Nah, use your words, A.”

  “Yes. Yes. I will-I am, I’m—coming.” I was sure to have awakened the people across the street as I announced my orgasm so loud.

  “Good shit.” He pressed his lips back on mine, and after about three more pumps, he was releasing inside of me.

  “You two nasty mothafuckas should warn me next time so that I can sleep with headphones.” Nijah’s voice boomed from the other side of my door, making Prentice and I fall into a fit of laughter. This was the kind of joy I never wanted to let go of.

  29

  Prentice

  Today was a day to celebrate. It was the beginning of the first day of my new life, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Shit was good. Real good. And today’s celebration was proof of it. The last two months, I had been working my ass off to get out of the game, making more paper than I ever had in such a short amount of time, putting myself in a position to exit the game gracefully. The plan I put into motion to carve out my future was perfectly executed. Now was the time to celebrate, and I was more than ready to do so.

  I passed my small empire over to Sonic, took my cut of the money, which was a smooth million, and vowed never to look back. I had just finished spraying my Dior cologne as I stood in my bedroom, looking myself over in the full-length mirror. Fresh to death was how me and my attire could be described. The navy-blue Tom Ford suit I purchased was tailored to perfection, with a pair of navy Tom Ford dress shoes to match. My hair was cut and lined perfectly, and my curls were moisturized on top of my head.

  “The car just pulled up.”

  Aúrea’s beautiful voice and body entered the bedroom. She looked like perfection, with a navy dress that dipped low at her breasts and a long slit up her left leg, and her back was out. Her hair was straight and flowed down her back. As fine as she looked, I didn’t want to share the sight of her with anyone else. Luckily, my party was invite-only, and those on the list knew not to violate by looking at my woman for too long. She was also lucky that I was even letting her come out of the house in that damn dress.

  “I’m ready.” Taking the few steps and stopping right in front of her, I kissed her lips.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, making my dick jump.

  “I thought you just said the car was outside.”

  “It is.”

  “You must don’t want to make it to that mothafucka moaning against my lips like that. It’s nothing for me to hike that dress up over your waist.”

  “Well, that’s not about to happen, so let’s go,” she giggled, taking me by the hand and leading me to the limo that waited for us outside of my house.

  As we rode in the back, it took all of my willpower not to at least taste her. She knew I was feening for her as well because her ass made sure to sit on the opposite side of the car. That was a mistake, though, because giving me a perfect view of her only made me want her more. Right when I was ready to throw caution to the wind and say fuck it, the car stopped, and the driver was exiting. We had arrived at our destination.

  “Time to celebrate, baby,” she squealed as I exited the car first, then held my hand out for her to take.

  “Yeah, just don’t celebrate too much. When we get home, I’m doing everything to your body that I didn’t get to do before we left, and then some.”

  “That’s fine with me. I didn’t plan to drink anyway.”

  “Yeah, all right.” I spoke like I didn’t believe her because I really didn’t. Aúrea wasn’t an alcoholic or nothing like that, but baby girl knew how to get lit when she wanted to. Her drink preference was always champagne, and there were going to be bottles of that shit throughout the room.

  “Wanna bet?”

  “Depends on what the prize is for the winner,” I told her.

  “Well, my prize from you would be a new car. Not sure what you’d want, but because I know I’m going to win, what you want doesn’t even matter.” She shrugged like she was so sure of herself. The certainty she was showing, though, had my ass second-guessing making a bet, so instead of even continuing the conversation, I changed the subject.

  “Bet all these people happy we made it. Now, the party can get started.”

  “I’m not even going to call you out about what you just did. C’mon.” We both laughed as we entered the building.

  My guests were already on the dance floor, and the first two fools my eyes landed on were Sonic and Nijah. Surprisingly, they were keeping it P.G. The party planner I hired brought the room to life just like I wanted with the silver and blue decorations, and the DJ so far was playing the songs on the list I’d given him. Aúrea and I made our way around the room, saying what’s up and thank you to people who showed up for me before stopping at the table my mother and Mr. Lewis was sitting at.

  “Hey, Ma,” I spoke, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

  “Son, you look like a million bucks. My genes aren’t to be fucked with,” she slurred.

  “Mr. Lewis, how much did she drink, and you just sat here and let her do it?” My eyes cut to him. My party had only started about thirty minutes ago, so my mom being already so tipsy was surprising.

  “I ain’t let her do nothing. Why you think she sitting her ass down?” he chastised me while still getting up to embrace me with a fatherly hug.

  “You invited your father?” my mom slurred again.

  “He here?” I checked because I hadn’t run into him yet.

  “Over there, with some girl that’s damn near your age,” my mom spat.

  I looked over my shoulder, and sure enough, my dad was sitting at the table with a chocolate beauty, who was smiling all in his face.

  “I did. He’ll stay away from you, though, Ma.”

  “He better. Daughter-in-law, how are you?” My mom turned her attention to Aúrea, who chuckled before leaning down to hug her.

  “I’m good. Hi, Mr. Lewis.” Aúrea greeted him with a hug as well.

  “Girl, be happy I raised my son and not that man over there,” my mom said to her.

  “All right, Ma, we gotta go speak to the other guests.” Turning to Mr. Lewis, I said, “Look after her, please.”

  “You don’t even have to ask.”

  Taking Aúrea by the hand, we made our way to the dance floor and had only been dancing a few moments before we had Sonic and Nijah on one side of us and my father and his date on the other.

  “Son, when did you get here?” he asked, stepping away from his date to hug me.

  “Been here for a little bit. Glad you could make it,” I told him.

  “Wow, honey, he looks just like you,” my dad’s date observed, causing me to scoff a bit. Yeah, I favored my pops, but that was about it, and I didn’t think that was enough to brag about.

  “Dad, this is my girlfriend, Aúrea. Aúrea, this is my dad.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Aúrea spoke as he kissed her cheek. Now, had he not been in here with
a chick around A’s and my age, it would have seemed like a harmless kiss to me. Since he was, that shit didn’t sit well with me, so I broke up the short embrace so quickly that Aúrea probably wasn’t even sure his lips touched her skin.

  After chilling, eating, and dancing a little longer, it was time for me to make a toast, and though my party was jumping, I was ready to get home and make love to my woman.

  “Can I get everyone’s attention?” I asked, speaking into the mic the DJ provided me.

  I waited a few seconds for everyone’s eyes to be on me and appreciated their attention. To me, that showed they cared, not just about me but what I had to say as well.

  “I just wanted to thank you all for coming and celebrating with me tonight. I know most of y’all know what this party symbolizes for me, and for those of you who do not, just know you are a part of a significant milestone in my life. Two months ago, I vowed to change some shit up for the better and was able to do it, not effortlessly, but with purpose, and I have this woman right here to thank for that.” I leaned over and kissed Aúrea’s cheek, and awes flowed throughout the room. Aúrea’s face flushed, showing her blush, and my damn cheeks felt hot, indicating I too was blushing. I’d take that, though. Showing how much I loved my woman was never shameful.

  “Once again, I want to thank you all for coming out. Make sure you get home safely, and I’ll see y’all soon. Salute.”

  “Salute,” everyone said in unison.

  “Let’s go,” I whispered in Aúrea’s ear, making her giggle. She didn’t protest, though, and I rubbed her booty the entire walk to the limo.

  * * *

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked me in between the kisses I was placing on her lips as I backed her into the stairs. We weren’t entirely in the house before I was on her.

  “Yup, and once you provide me my happy ending, I will have really enjoyed my night.” My hands were roaming her body as my dick throbbed in my pants.

  “Relax a bit, babe. Can we get up the stairs first, at least?” She slowly eased out of my grasp.

  “I’ma carry you up.”

  “No, you’re not. You’ve had a little too much to drink and are not about to drop me on these stairs. Babe, just come on. Plus, I have a surprise for you.”

  “All right, man.” I sucked my teeth. “And you know I wouldn’t drop yo’ ass either, no matter how much I drank.”

  “I know, Prentice.” She sounded irritated as hell.

  Without another word, I followed her up the stairs, constantly adjusting my dick in my pants. The tailored suit was all fine and dandy . . . until I was hard as hell.

  “Wait right here,” Aúrea said as she made her way into the master bathroom. We had barely walked through the bedroom door.

  I watched her ass jiggle as she walked away, and I freed my member from my slacks, then sat on the bed.

  “You not going to sleep, are you?” Aúrea’s voice entered the room before she did.

  “Now, you know I’m not going to sleep.”

  “Good, because you can’t until you get my surprise.” She sexily walked closer to me in nothing but a blue lace bra and panty set and a long black box in her hands. When she got closer to me, stopping in between my legs, she handed me the box.

  “What’s this?”

  “Open it and see,” she smiled.

  I looked at her curiously with my right brow raised, wondering what the hell was in the box. I held it to my right ear and shook it. There was a little clatter, which told me nothing.

  “Just open it.” She rolled her eyes.

  “A’ight.”

  Removing the wrapper from the box, I can’t even front. A nigga was excited to be getting a gift from my girl. This was something she didn’t have to do, so it meant that much more. Once the box was completely open, my eyes went from what was inside to Aúrea, who looked like she was holding her breath.

  “Is this for real?” I questioned. I knew I had a few drinks, but I didn’t feel drunk enough to be seeing doubles.

  “It is,” she admitted shyly. I looked down again, staring as if what were in my hand would change.

  “Are you upset? I mean, I know it’s soon, but this is—”

  “You having my baby, so how can I not be happy?”

  Happier than I’d ever been was really how I felt. Nah, we hadn’t planned for her to get pregnant, but we also weren’t doing anything to prevent it either. Tonight proved to be worth every sacrifice I made to get out of the drug game. Aúrea’s pregnancy may not have been planned, but it was damn sure the right time, though.

  “I love you,” I told her, taking her by the face, gently bringing her lips to mine.

  “I love you too,” she spoke into my lips before pushing me back onto the bed and riding me until we both fell asleep.

  30

  Aúrea

  “Aúrea, you and I should have had one more night together before you hit the road.”

  My heart thumped roughly in my chest as its sound pierced my ears. Still, it wasn’t hard or fast enough to drown out his voice. A voice I’d know anywhere and could recognize in a room filled with a million voices if it came down to it. After all these years, he still looked the same. Had the same clothes on from when I saw him last. Why he was even standing in front of me right now was not only puzzling but scared me shitless, as well.

  My eyes opened as far as they could go at the sight of him slowly moving toward me. Instinctively, I tried backing away, yet my feet would not move. It was like the part of my brain that registered movement to the body had paralyzed. The closer he got to me, the more fear began to take over, and the feeling of hot liquid rolling down my cheeks let me know that this wasn’t a dream.

  Then why the hell can’t I move? I thought, internally willing myself to turn the hell around and get as far away from him as my legs would carry me.

  “You knew I had something special to give you, and you just left before I could give it to you,” he said snidely. The look on his face was one of amusement.

  “Get away from me.” The words left my mouth, but to my ears, they sounded like mumbo jumbo. The words were not easy to make out at all. Honestly, I sounded like a Charlie Brown character.

  What the fuck?

  “Why? You used to enjoy when I touched your face softly like this.” His hand caressed my face, but it felt like a thousand ants crawling all over me, causing me to shudder.

  “See, you still like it. Do you still like this?” he asked before moving in closer and taking his long tongue, licking my face from the edge of my jaw to right underneath my eye.

  My eyes shut tightly at the feel of his tongue on me, so tight that I hoped when I opened them again, he would be gone, or I’d be blind and could no longer see him.

  “You always cried, just so that I could lick your tears away,” he chuckled, removing his hand and hot breath from my face.

  The rapid beating of my heart slowed, and a little easiness came over me. Something told me that he was gone. Maybe Prentice had come into view, making him retreat. My eyes popped open, only in disappointment, because he was still standing in front of me, just in a different location. We both were in a different place—my old bedroom.

  “Okay, good. This is a dream.” I sighed, feeling relief.

  “That’s what you think this is?” he chuckled.

  “I know it is because you’re dead.” My spunk had come back, anger and attitude present.

  “If this were a dream, tell me why you feel this?” he asked just as the feeling of his hands caressing my breasts overwhelmed me.

  “Don’t touch me,” I screamed once again, trying to back away, but I couldn’t.

  “Why not? It’s not like you don’t like it. It’s not like you never liked it. How many times did you orgasm at the feel of my hands down there, playing with your little pink bud?” he asked cockily.

  “Never,” I protested with hot tears running down my face, forming a small puddle on the bottom of my lip.

  “
Not being able to tell the truth has always been an issue of yours . . . tsk tsk tsk.” He waved his index finger at me as if he were reprimanding a child.

  “I never lied to you. You raped me damn near every day for five years!” My chest heaved up and down. Steam rose from my body, and as loud as I yelled, it once again wasn’t clear.

  Von looked at me, laughing hard. I mean, his entire body shook as he laughed at me, clutching his stomach, showing every tooth in his mouth.

  “It’s not rape if you liked it. Watch. I’m going to prove it to you right now.”

  Before I knew it, my body was being hoisted into the air and then thrown onto my bed, and immediately, Von was on top of me.

  “Stop! Don’t touch me! Get off me!”

  His hand forced my legs open, and I felt his fingers enter me. How he’d done that so fast stumped me. Where the nightgown I had on only seconds ago went blew my damn mind.

  “You know they say, pregnant pussy is the best pussy,” he spoke, licking the side of my face.

  “Stop. You don’t have to do this.”

  “Yes, I do. You had me killed for nothing.”

  “It wasn’t for nothing! You were never supposed to stick your old-ass dick in me,” I cried—screamed—tried bucking around to get him off me, which failed.

  “That baby you’re carrying is going to end up just how you did,” he cackled. “What made you think you were special enough to bring a kid into this world?” He laughed again. “That baby will end up meeting someone like me to make him or her feel good. Just as I’m about to do to you now.” His breath on my ear felt like a light was being held at it. It wasn’t until I felt him penetrating me that the heat near my ear left, and everything went black.

  “Wake yo’ ho ass up!” A deep voice and slap across my face jolted me awake.

  “No no no,” I cried, shaking my head.

  “You thought you were going to get away from me?” he gritted, snatching me up by my hair.