“Good!” I exclaimed.
My phone chimed, and I looked down at it. Kent’s smiling face was looking back at me.
“Oh, go ahead and get that. I’ve got to prepare for another meeting soon, so...” Edwin’s words trailed off as he stood, his hands out to his side.
“Thanks, Ed.”
I pushed the answer button, my eyes on Edwin’s retreating form.
“Hey there,” I greeted.
“Hey, yourself. I was calling to see what time you’d be ready this evening,” Kent said.
“Um, I think tonight’s going to be a short night. So, I’ll be home around six.”
“Why’s that?”
“Just...nothing,” I said, biting off my words as my first student trailed in. “I’ll be ready at six. Half an hour earlier than my original time.”
“All right, babe. I’ll be there to pick you up.”
It was a Friday night, and we had a date tonight, but it wasn’t a typical date. I’d been all fired up about it until I got the news from Edwin.
“Okay, I’ll see you then,” I said, clicking off the phone without a word of goodbye.
“Miss Madison, are we learning a new dance today?” Emma, a seven-year-old in my class, asked.
Her wide smile with the missing top teeth sent a ray of sunshine to my heart.
“Yes, sweetheart, we are,” I said, taking her hand and leading her to the sound system. She would have the opportunity to start the trek up today. That’s something that always pleased the younger ones. The older ones preferred to select the music for our next choreography.
I spent the next couple of hours working with the girls before I had the conversation with them that I had dreaded since learning about it. Predictably they were all upset; some of the older ones even cried. The youngest ones didn’t quite understand and had numerous questions.
“SO, WHAT’S ON YOUR mind, babe?” Kent asked as he pulled up to the tattoo shop.
I rubbed my head, trying to soothe the headache that had set in earlier. The worst thing I could deal with on a date night.
Shrugging, I replied, “Nothing.”
“You keep saying that,” he said, opening the door for me. “But I know something’s wrong.”
“They’re closing the center down, and the kids have nowhere else to go.”
“Why?”
“The owner’s selling the building. Doesn’t want the burden of it anymore, and he claims it’s an eyesore,” I muttered, flipping through my gallery on my phone.
“Damn, well, what if—”
“Kent! Dude, wassup!” a big, dark-skinned man with dreads greeted coming from around a wall.
I watched as he and Kent exchanged dap and a hug.
“Yusuf!”
They laughed and joked around for a moment before turning back to me.
“Mads, this is Yusuf, an old friend of mine. The only dude I’ll let ink me,” he said.
“Yeah, cept I ain’t seen yo pale ass in about three years.”
Pulling his sleeve up, Kent pointed at a symbol on his arm. “That’s the last tat I got, too,” Kent said proudly.
“A’ight, a’ight. So, I guess I can thank this pretty little lady for the reason I see your ugly mug again?” Yusuf said, turning his glance my way.
“Yes,” Kent said, chuckling.
“Madison,” I said, stretching my hand forth to shake his.
“Nice to meet you, Madison,” he said, shaking my hand and slowly allowing his gaze to roam from my head to my feet.
“Try that shit again, and I’ll kick your ass. I ain’t scared of your big ass, Yusuf,” Kent said.
“My bad, man. I can’t help admiring a beautiful sister when I see one,” Yusuf chuckled.
Smiling, I looked from Kent to Yusuf. “Thanks.”
“I knew your smooth ass liked our swagger, Kent, but I didn’t know you were into sistahs,” Yusuf said.
“Only this one,” Kent replied, his eyes slowly taking me in from head to toe.
“So, you two know what you’re getting, right?” Yusuf asked.
“Yeah, the ones I sent you before. We’re good on that,” Kent stated.
“Cool, well, I must admit this is a crazy-ass idea for a date night. And my man has a helluva lot of money. So, don’t let him take you on cheap dates and shit. If he can’t step up, I will,” Yusuf said, winking at me before turning to Kent again.
“Yusuf,” Kent said, a deep growl rumbling in his throat. His face was turning red, and I could tell he wasn’t playing anymore.
“Okay, damn, man. Chill,” Yusuf replied, laughing and leading us around a corner.
The room Yusuf led us into was surprisingly clean. There were two chairs and a bed that reminded me of the ones in a doctor’s office. One wall had an extended bay window with various plants on the window seat.
In another corner was an adjustable standing desk with a computer monitor. Beautiful art images were currently on display.
“So, I hear this is your first tattoo,” Yusuf said, walking to the computer, but turning to face us.
Kent sat in one chair, and I was in the other as he held my hand. I loved that he sensed I needed a measure of courage for what I was preparing to do. His fingers smoothly stroked over the palm of my hand.
“Yeah, but I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”
“What made you gather the courage to do it?”
“I started to in college, because I was with a group of friends. But the artist I went to see didn’t make me feel comfortable. She kept comparing my skin to hers and other white people’s and telling me what wouldn’t work, versus what would work. So, I decided not to. But then when I found out Kent was going to do another one, I decided I wanted to go whenever he did,” I said, turning to smile at Kent.
His eyes met mine, and his lips mouthed the words, “I got you,” and he winked his beautiful green eye, sending a rush of heat to my pubic area.
“And my buddy here decided to make a date night of it. Points for you, Kent,” Yusuf said with a nod in Kent’s direction.
Kent nodded.
“So, let’s discuss your design,” Yusuf said as he played around with a few images on the computer.
I stood and moved to his side. The entire time I stood beside him discussing the colors I wanted to see in my tattoo and the details, I could feel Kent’s gaze on me. Warming me up all over.
I watched as Yusuf drew out my tattoo and made a temporary tat using a machine he called a “thermal printer.”
Kent sat beside me on the bed. He held my hand while Yusuf cleansed and shaved the inside of my wrist.
“Pain level. Talk to me, Yusuf. What am I expecting here?”
His eyes flew to Kent’s and then back to mine.
“I won’t lie. Because you’re getting it on the inside of your wrist, there will be a moderate amount of pain. That’s because there’s more bone than flesh there. But it’s tolerable.”
Throughout the entire process of Yusuf doing the outline and adding the details, Kent stayed by my side. He allowed me to squeeze his hand whenever I needed it.
At one point, when I moaned from the discomfort, he clamped his mouth over mine.
The feeling of his tongue sensually sweeping my mouth, and the surprise of the kiss pulled my thoughts away from the pain.
When he broke the kiss, his forehead rested against mine.
“What was that?” I asked.
“When you fucking moan like that,” he murmured, “That shit turns me on.”
“Yeah, and the next time you pull her away like that, I’m kicking your ass,” Yusuf said in his deep voice, causing me to giggle.
“You got a problem with me kissing my girl?”
“Nah, I got a problem with you moving my client when I need her to stay still. You better be glad I’m the shit at what I do,” Yusuf said.
Yusuf smiled at me and winked an eye.
When I was all finished, I marveled at the image on the inside of my wrist.
“It’s beautiful,” I sighed.
“Good, I’m glad you like it.”
We talked about it for a while longer, before Kent received a tribal tattoo on his left upper arm.
When we’d finished, and Kent had paid for them, we headed back out.
“You hungry?” he asked in the dark confines of the car.
“Starving,” I laughed.
“Got the perfect place for you,” Kent said, winking at me.
CHAPTER 21 – KENT
I know she hadn’t imagined that the place I referenced for our meal would be my place. But I couldn’t imagine anything I’d rather be doing than standing in my kitchen with her, making pizza.
“You’ve got a spot of dough on your nose,” she said, reaching up to wipe it with her thumb.
My arm circled her waist, bringing her closer. She held on to me with one arm, while wiping my nose with her right hand.
“You just want to kiss me,” I teased.
She laughed. “I don’t have to pretend when all I gotta do is take it.”
“Oh, that’s how we’re playing it?” I asked.
“Yeah. That’s how we’re playing it.”
“Come on, let’s do some heavy kissing while we’re waiting for the pizza to get done,” I said, setting the timer on the oven.
Grabbing her hand, I led her back to the living room and lowered her onto the blanket covering the wooden floor.
“I still can’t believe you set this up, Kent. I didn’t know you had a romantic bone in your body,” she said, looking around at the candles flickering all around.
I had casually tossed throw pillows around the space and streamed lights above the area we would be sitting in.
Grabbing the remote to my sound system, Lifehouse’s You and Me, flowed from the speakers. Once I was seated again, I poured both of us a glass of red wine.
“Thanks,” she said, accepting the glass from my hand.
“So, what’s happening with the community center where you volunteer? We never did finish that conversation,” I said after she’d taken her first sip.
The distressed look on Madison’s face bothered me. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to erase it.
“It’s the kids, KB. I mean, where are they gonna go?”
“Isn’t there an afterschool program at their schools they could attend?”
“Yes, but there’s a fee. The services we offer are free because they’re grant sponsored programs. And don’t get me wrong, the after school fee isn’t excessive. It’s a nominal fee, but to some parents that might still be too much. It could mean the difference between putting breakfast on the table Saturday mornings. And for those that do attend the after school programs, they won’t receive the services we offer at the center.”
“Is there anything you guys could do?”
She laughed. “Short of purchasing it ourselves? No. I just found out about it today, and we have a month before it closes. Then some will be without a job, like the center director, Edwin Knight, and a handful of others. Most of the staff are volunteers, like me. We don’t depend on the center for an income, but we are fulfilled by what we do there. You know?”
“Do you know who bought the building? You guys could set up a formal meeting to see what interest they have in it. Determine if there’s a way that you can lease the space for the programs your grant sponsors,” I suggested.
She twisted her lips. “There’s a thought.”
I reached out and gripped her chin between my index finger and thumb. Leaning forward, I tugged her bottom lip and suckled on it gently before releasing it.
“What was that for?” she asked, her gaze heavy, and it wasn’t from the alcohol.
“You keep doing shit with your mouth that’s messing with my head,” I said.
“Which one?” she asked, reaching down to stroke me through my pants.
My eyes closed, and I pressed up to deepen the contact with her hand. “Keep doing that shit, and I’ll have you doing other things with your mouth.”
Madison laughed. “How do you know I don’t want to?”
I pushed her down, carefully resting her head on the blanket, and lay on top of her. We kissed, savoring the taste of wine on one another’s tongues. My fingers intertwined in her hair, pulling it. The sound of her groan caused my lips to turn up at the corners.
My cock grew harder as I basked in her soft curves, the sound of her moans, and her tangy taste. It begged to be set free.
The message went straight to Madison because she reached between us and released my dick from my pants.
Lifting my head, I slowly gazed at her forehead, eyes, nose, lips, chin, and back up to her eyes again.
“Whatcha gonna do with that?” I asked in a deep, husky growl.
“I can show you better than I can tell you,” she replied.
Rolling over onto my back, I pulled her with me.
Watching her get onto her knees and lower her head over me caused my dick to twitch in her hands.
All thoughts of pizza and wine flew from my mind as her lips encircled my shaft, and the warm heat of her mouth encased it. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I lifted my hips, pumping inside of her mouth to make sure she took all of me inside of her.
I wanted her to consume me.
I wanted her to choke on my shit, and I wanted to drown in her mouth.
Removing my other hand from behind my head, I grasped another handful of hair and began vigorously pumping into her mouth.
“Fuck! Your mouth feels so good!” I groaned, arching towards the back of her throat.
Madison’s cheeks sucked in as she greedily slurped my dick. Her delicate brown hands squeezed and twisted in alternating directions around my pink shaft as I pumped into her thick, full lips.
The groaning noises arising from her throat made me grow thicker and longer. My hands squeezed around the sides of her head as she stroked my balls, coaxing me to cum in her mouth.
“Fuck!” I shouted again as I felt it rising inside of me. I hadn’t meant for it to happen so fast, but there was no way I could control it. Her hot mouth had me thinking about her warm, soft pussy and how that felt wrapped around my dick. Before I knew it, she was jacking me off inside of her wide open mouth.
I watched a thick stream of cum, shoot from the tip of my dick and into her mouth. And when she finished, she slowly swallowed it a bit at a time. Her throat was gulping bits of my seed down one moment at a time.
Madison licked her lips, and I reached down to pull her up alongside me. I licked the seam of her mouth before I kissed her and reveled in the saltiness of my taste.
The beeping of the oven sounded off in the background, but I ignored it. My hands roamed up and down Madison’s sides, as I deepened the kiss. Her moans were turning me on, and I was confident we wouldn’t be eating pizza anytime soon.
“KB, the oven,” she murmured against my lips.
“Mmm.”
“Baby,” she sighed.
“Baby, the oven,” she said, pulling back after a couple of minutes.
“It can wait,” I groaned, pulling her back to me again.
“No. It can’t,” Madison said firmly, giggling as she tried pulling out of my grasp.
“Why would I want pizza when I can eat you?”
“Ohhh!” she giggled. “Let me go freshen up, and I’ll be right back,” she said, grabbing her bag and heading for the bathroom.
Groaning, I propped my leg up and rested my elbow on my knee. The oven beeped again.
“Shut the hell up! You know how to kill a fucking hard-on,” I growled at the oven, walking into the kitchen and glaring at it.
Just as I set the pizza on the countertop, the doorbell rang. Frowning, I set the oven mitts down and headed for the door. I wasn’t expecting company and had no idea who it could be.
“Shit!” I grumbled, staring out the
peephole.
“Open up; I know you’re in there. The peephole went dark on the other side,” Greyson called out.
That’s what I get for adding my brothers to the guest list. The list was people who didn’t require a call from the concierge first. The only thing I could do is get rid of my visitors before Madison returned so that she and I could resume our date night.
Opening the door, I glared at him. “What do you want?”
“We were having dinner at a restaurant down the street, and I told your brother we should stop by for a visit,” Nicole said, standing behind him with a smile.
Greyson held his arms out at his side and shrugged.
“It’s not a good time. I’m busy,” I said, pushing the door closed.
Pushing in front of Greyson, Nicole held her hand out. “Stop being rude. We’ve got dessert for you,” she said, holding up a container as she pushed her way into my house.”
“I’ve got a better dessert planned,” I muttered.
“Huh, what was that?” she asked, looking at the spot where Madison and I had been having our feast minutes earlier.
“Uh, nothing, Nic,” I said, turning to Greyson. “Get your wife out of here, man. I’ve got company.”
“Nic, babe, I think we’d better go. I didn’t realize Kent was already—”
“Baby, look what I brought for you,” Madison said, popping into the living room.
My baby wore a black, hollowed-out lace chemise that stopped mid-thigh. Every part of her was on display, and although she wore lace panties underneath, if you looked close enough, you could see through those, too.
Instantly springing into action, I jumped in front of her and wrapped her in my arms.
“Madi, what the fuck!”
“Shit, Kent!”
“Oh, my gosh. KB! Why didn’t you tell—”
“Get out, get out now!” I yelled at Nicole and Greyson. When I peered over my shoulder, Greyson’s head hung low, and his hands covered his eyes. He was still muttering shit underneath his breath. Nicole was staring in horror, her face slowly transforming from a depiction of shock to anger.
“Kent, I told your ass to stay away from my little sister! Madison, what the total hell are you doing here with him? And what the hell do you think you’re about to do with that...damn outfit you’re wearing?”
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