by Briann Danae
Clenching his jaw, Sen chastised himself for the act. Damn, thirsty ass nigga. She probably having a flashback, he cursed himself. He never in life wanted Neicey to feel like she was being taken against her will, especially not after what happened in the past. Deciding to take a different route, Sen removed the hoodie and lowered his head toward her neck. Kissing softly, the first tremble of Neicey’s body alerted him that he couldn’t be all mannish with her.
“I’m sorry, baby. Daddy so fucking sorry. You hear me?”
Neicey couldn’t hold back the tears, even if she wanted to. Placing kisses all over her face, Sen made sure to give her eye contact with each touch. He was sorry, and he wasn’t saying it just because it sounded good. She tried pushing him away, but Sen placed his arm around the back of her neck and held her frame tighter. He wasn’t letting her go, no matter how much she tried to run from him.
“You hurt me,” she choked out, as he nibbled on her ear.
“Shhh, I know. Let me make it up to you.” Against what her mind was telling her, Neicey cried harder as Sen moved down her body. With care, he sucked on her nipples, placed hickeys between her thighs, and snatched her breath away once his tongue connected to her womanly treasure. When he removed her panties? Neicey had not a clue.
With the precision of a chef who was slicing a vegetable, Sen flicked his tongue over her clit. Spreading her lips, he sucked gently at first and applied pressure when he felt her trying to scoot away. Gripping her ass cheeks from underneath, he pulled her more into his warm, slick mouth.
“Sensay,” Neicey cried out, with a firm grip on his ponytail.
Sen didn’t reply. He knew exactly what he was doing to her body, his body. She could try to run all she wanted to, but he wasn’t stopping until she came and cried out his name the way he knew she could.
“Pussy taste so fucking good,” he hissed, mad than a mufucka that he had gone so long without it.
Rotating her hips, Neicey’s orgasm was imminent. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, and Sen was sucking it up out of her with every slurp. Loudly, he sucked, flicked his tongue, applied pressure to her other hole, and rubbed his face in her essence. He didn’t know when the next time he’d be granted the opportunity, but he was going to have Neicey stalking his ass, not the other way around.
“Shit. Don’t stop,” she groaned as her back arched from the bed.
Clamping his arms around her thick thighs, Sen sucked harder with fervor. If him saying how sorry he was didn’t do the trick, a good licking to her middle surely would. In Sen’s eyes, anyway. Neicey had already made up in her mind that a serious talk needed to be had for them to really hash things out, but some head in the meantime wouldn’t hurt. She’d never turn that down.
Feeling her legs shake, Sen covered her bud with his plush lips and pulled the cry out of her that he had been waiting on. “Shiiiiit!”
With a huff, Neicey’s back collided with the cool sheets underneath her. Her legs lazily fell to the side, as her chest heaved up and down. With her eyes closed, Sen patted her between the legs and kissed her lips. As his body shifted from the bed, Neicey’s eyes flew open.
“Where you going?”
“Where you think?” Sen replied back, wiping his mouth.
A light chuckle left Neicey’s lips and she sat up on the bed. “So, you just gone come over here and eat my pussy, then leave.”
He shrugged. “Yep. Thanks for the midnight snack. Love you.”
“Sen, get the fuck out,” she fussed, throwing a pillow at his head. Ducking, Sen laughed and stepped outside the door.
“Crazy ass. I’ma leave but, just know, I’ll be back.”
With a sneaky smirk on his face, he backpedaled out the door before jogging down the steps. Making a pit stop in the kitchen for some snacks, he exited the house the same way he entered and moseyed down the street to his car. He had it all planned out before even pulling up earlier. Had Neicey saw his lights in the driveway, he was sure his night wouldn’t have ended with him cheesing like a little kid.
After a quick wash-up, Neicey snatched her phone from the dresser. She couldn’t believe Sen had slid through and played her like some hoe. Going to her texts messages, she found her and Erica’s threat and typed away.
Neicey: Damn pussy bandit done ruined my night!
She was sure Erica was sleep by now and would wake up the next morning wanting the details but, by then, Neicey would be over it. She didn’t know when or how, but she was going to get his ass back for trying to play her like a booty call.
Chapter Eleven
The entire time Lano was trying to give Anika a speech about being on good behavior during the bachelorette party, she was not listening. Watching the way his lips moved, the way his tongue swept over the bottom one, he paused, his fresh straight backs, and musky rich smell radiating from his pores had Anika ready to say fuck Erica. He was standing there looking like God’s gift to her, and she wasn’t trying to let him out of her sight.
“Nik!” Lano called out, snapping her from her sexual trance. “What did I just say?”
“To have fun, and FaceTime you if I get too drunk?” she replied with a grin.
Lano shook his head and kissed her cheek. “Close enough. You don’t need to be doing all that drinking no way. I ain’t trying to fly out and check your ass, but I will.”
Puckering her lips up, he pulled her into his frame and smacked her ass before tonguing her down in the living room of Juvie and Solai’s crib.
“Be good, and I ain’t playing with your ass, Nik.”
“Okay papi. I hear you.”
“Okay papi. I hear you,” Juvie mocked, walking in the living room with a duffle bag on his shoulder and Solai’s overnight suitcase by his side. Wobbling behind him, Solai was rushing, thinking they were late, but they were actually on time for once.
“You got everything?” Anika asked, as she opened the door. “Neicey is out here.”
“I think so. Juvie, did you put your black card in my purse?”
Juvie frowned and shook his head no. “Nah. When did we agree on that shit?”
“Nigga, you know when,” Solai said, snaking her neck at him.
He smirked and rubbed a hand over his chin hair. He knew exactly when he had agreed, but it was Solai’s fault. With as long and curved as Juvie was, Solai almost always struggled with deep throating him. She knew her limit and would not gag to death on his shit but, for an incentive, she accepted the challenge. As she sucked him off the previous night, Juvie moaned out that he would give her ass whatever she wanted. He didn’t give a fuck what it was. If she wanted him to walk on water, he was damn sure going to be practicing his walk in their pool that following day.
Hearing that, Solai swallowed him whole and even let him cum down her throat. Juvie was whimpering like a wounded animal, but she didn’t care. What she wanted, he was surely about to hand over.
“Ahh. You suckered me out of that shit, Sol, baby. You lucky I’m even letting you go to this shit. Don’t be in there touching on no niggas while you carrying my seed. Matter fact, bet no niggas even be there. Let me call this nigga Meechi,” he said, lovingly rubbing her round belly. She only had a little over a month to go and couldn’t wait to meet her little baby. The closer her due date approached, the more excited she and Juvie both became.
Grabbing his chin hair, Solai gave him a quick kiss. “Don’t be a hater. You don’t see me stopping you from going to Houston.”
“And you not going to. Come on. Let’s get ya’ll in the car. Talking about trying to stop us from going somewhere. You know who I am?” he chuckled, as Solai and Anika looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
“That’s your baby daddy,” Anika laughed, as she walked out of the door.
“Don’t remind me.”
“Oh shit,” Anika said lowly, as Sen’s tinted Escalade pulled in the driveway behind Neicey’s car. “I’m so glad we came outside.”
“Bring yo ass on woman and quit being
nosey.” Lano instructed, giving her a slight push down the steps.
Leaving the truck running, Sen hopped out of the driver’s seat and slammed his door, just as Anika and Solai situated themselves in her ride. Solai was sitting in the back, already planning to stretch her legs out once they pulled off. Anika was in the front with a smirk on her face, as the men stood outside the car talking.
“You get on my damn nerves,” Neicey told her, with a roll of her eyes.
“What! I didn’t even say anything,” Anika laughed.
“You breathing is pissing me off. Should have sat your ass in the back, grinning and shit. Solai. Switch spots with her.”
Solai and Anika cracked up laughing. Neicey was not in the mood today. Erica and her bridezilla ass had her all over town for the last seventy-two hours, and she was exhausted. She was beyond happy for her friend but tired as hell. It didn’t help that she had to work all week either. This weekend had better treat her and her girls’ good.
“I’m good right here,” Solai laughed, just as a tap came to Neicey’s window.
Rolling her eyes, she looked at Sen, who was patiently waiting for her to roll her window down. Even behind tint, Neicey couldn’t deny the fact that he was looking good as fuck. Dressed in a pair of white linen shorts, a navy blue v-neck, with his tattoos on display across his arms and neck, Neicey was ready to swing her door open and suck him off right there, but she held back her urge to give in to him. She was still lowkey salty about him coming over their place that night and leaving her hanging.
The two had communicated since then, and Sen was even back staying at the house, but the tension was still there. They had yet to discuss in full what went down in Arkansas, and Neicey wasn’t going to pressure him to open up about a subject that was of importance to her. She was over forcing conversations.
Tapping harder, Sen was about to lose his cool and the only reason he didn’t was because he reminded himself about working on his temper. Skeptically, Neicey stared at him through the window before rolling it down.
“How can I help you?”
“Roll the damn window down for I punch this bitch out,” he said calmly, making Neicey frown before she hurriedly pressed the button. Anika snickered, and she cut her eyes her way.
Tossing the roll of money Juvie had just given him, he stepped away from the car. Giving his boys dap, Sen let them know he’d link up with them before they caught their flight to Houston. Hopping in his ride, he backed out of the driveway and peeled off down the street.
In shock, Neicey sat there trying to piece together what had just taken place. She had never and, she was not exaggerating, saw Sen that calm. Even when he had cursed and threatened to punch her window out, his voice was steady and face was expressionless as ever.
“What the hell was that?” she said aloud, and Solai and Anika snickered. “What you bitches been smoking? Because I don’t see shit funny.”
“Ya’ll are what’s funny,” Anika laughed. “You should see your face. Lai, you see how that nigga just walked away?”
Solai was in the back nodding her head. “Mhm. That’s that crazy shit. Juvie does it all the time.”
“Thank goodness Lano doesn’t. I know he and Sen are cousins, but my baby got blessed with the not-so-crazy gene.”
It was Neicey’s turn to laugh. “Your man is a fucking assassin. It doesn’t get much crazier than that. You just better start sleeping with one eye open. Hell, both. Matter fact. Don’t even sleep. Stay up and watch his ass sleep.”
“Girl, whatever. I ain’t worried,” Anika said, waving her off. Lano wouldn’t flutter a hair on her head. Now, a nigga with some money on his head? It was lights out for buddy, off top.
“See you later, baby!” Solai called out to Juvie as they backed out of the driveway. Waving his black card in the air with a smirk on his face, Solai told Neicey to stop so she could get it, but Neicey ignored her pleas.
“Nah. Nope. I asked you to change spots with your little messy friend, and you didn’t,” she chuckled, peeling off down the street with a hunk of her horn.
“Oooh! I can’t stand you,” Solai huffed.
“Good thing you’re sitting down. Let me call Yae and see where she at. I need a drink dealing with you two hoes, and I don’t even drink,” Neicey complained, turning her radio up.
An old-school Trina song came blaring through the speakers and she smirked. It was most definitely going to be a good weekend if you started it off with the baddest bitch rapping that gutter shit and hyping you up.
***
The strippers didn’t have a clue who Meechi and his niggas were when they stepped foot inside the club over an hour ago, but it didn’t matter. They didn’t need their names to collect their pay, and boy was there lots of money to be made. At the edge of the stage, as a stripper by the name of Seduction clapped her ass in his face, Meechi’s little brother was making it rain something lovely over her ample ass. Donell hadn’t been to a strip club a day in his life, but you couldn’t tell. He was in there throwing ones like he knew what he was doing.
Onyx was good and packed on Saturday night, but Meechi had the entire left side of the club roped off for him and his crew. Well, they had it roped off for him, being that he was the man of the hour. In exactly one week, the only ass shaking and pussy popping he was going to see was Erica’s, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Drunkenly, Juvie threw an arm over his shoulder and yelled in his ear, as if Meechi couldn’t hear him. “It’s live as fuck in here!”
Grinning, Meechi nodded his head and spoke close to Juvie’s ear. “It is, but don’t think you bringing none of these hoes back to your room.”
“I ain’t even on that shit. Solai will kill my ass.”
“I’m glad you know,” Meechi laughed, looking over at Lano.
He was laid back in the seat, getting a lap dance from a thick redbone with red hair that cascaded down her back. With each shake of her ass, her hair swayed side to side, displaying the dragon tattoo that covered her entire back. Peeping someone’s eyes on him for too long, Lano looked up and Meechi smirked. The killer in him wasn’t too faded.
Lano threw him a head nod, as another stripper approached him. It was something about his chill demeanor and good hair that had them on his ass. They were on Meechi too but not nearly as tough, which he didn’t mind one bit. Just because he was getting married didn’t mean he wanted them all on his dick. In all honesty, he just wanted his boys to have a good time because he knew this would be the last bachelor party they attended in a while. For most of them, it was their first.
“Hey, you need another bottle?” the waitress politely asked Meechi.
“I think we’re good, love. ‘Preciate it,” he replied, giving her a wink.
His charm was what had won Erica over years ago, and the blush of the young girls’ cheeks was proof that he still had it. Not like he had lost it or anything. Taking a break from the stage, Donell walked over and patted his big brother on the shoulder.
“She done got all my money,” he laughed, shaking his head.
“All of it?” Meechi laughed.
“Yeah, man. She was whispering all in my ear and the money just kept falling from my hands. Good thing there’s more where that came from.”
Grabbing a stack from the enormous pile on their table, Donell popped the rubber band and tossed some in the air at the stripper who had just climbed the pole in front of them, before walking off. Like the proud brother he was, Meechi nodded his head in approval. His young bull had grown up to be a well-mannered young man, and he was glad he could experience his first strip club experience with him. Lano had finally gotten some breathing room from the two beauties who were trying to keep his attention all night, and he made his way over to where Meechi was standing.
“You good?”
“Great, my nigga. I’d be even better if-”
The sound of Lano sucking his teeth and the DJ getting mad hype out of nowhere halted his sentence. “I shoul
d have known. Only we’d date women who can’t enjoy their own party,” Lano chuckled, as Meechi followed where his eyes were looking.
As if they needed their own special introduction, because they did, the DJ had to shout out Neicey, as her and the girls stepped in the entryway.
“Ah shit fellas, ladies too! Ya’ll better be ready to throw some big money if you haven’t. We got Storm and her ladies in the building. Wait, hold up! The muthafucking bride to be is in here looking like she need another man. No disrespect to the big homie Meech! Ooooh wee, Mrs. Erica. Can I get your phone number?”
Laughing, Erica shook her head no as her eyes scanned the place for her man. He was all the man she needed. Neicey tapped her on the shoulder and pointed toward the section in the back. Just from being around them, she knew they’d be facing the door so they could peep all traffic coming in and going out. Stepping over the rope, Meechi didn’t wait until she got to him; he went to her.
The high-waisted red distressed shorts she was rocking had her caramel, thick thighs out on display and Meechi couldn’t wait to bury his head between them. As he approached her, he licked his lips at the thought and was definitely planning on calling it an early night. Though early wasn’t quite the best word. It was going on three in the morning. After sitting around drinking and not nearly enjoying themselves as they knew the guys were, Neicey suggested they go have fun with them.
Erica was against it at first, not wanting to rain on Meechi’s parade, but went along with the plan. Meechi didn’t care anyway. He had suggested they have a party together, but Erica wanted to chill with her girls. All the ladies hopped on Eddie’s jet, except for Solai and Brooke who were back at the hotel. Solai was in no mood to be flying across the country at one in the morning and Brooke, being the mother of the crew, decided to hang back and clean up. The only instruction Solai gave was to remind Juvie that he had a very pregnant, hormonal girlfriend at home, if he was doing the most. But, he didn’t need a reminder. In fact, he was the one searching for her, once they made it over to their section.