by N. Carmouche
“Hey, you.” She said. “You like the dress?” She asked, spinning around, giving me a full-on view of her backless dress.
“Hell, yea, I do, Ma.” I admitted. “I got half a mind to pull your ass in one of them bathrooms and rip it off.” She, playfully, hit me and giggled.
“If you behave, then I might let you later on.” She shot back. I had to laugh, because she always caught me off with her comebacks.
For the rest of the night, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, as she danced and drank with her crew. By the time the waitress brought Meek’s cake out, everybody was good and drunk, including my cousin, Drama. He had all of us cracking up, the way he was trying to get at both Rina and Jess.
“All I want for my birthday is you big booty hoes!” He called out, as Rina and Jess twerked together on the table.
“Boy, shut your ass up. You wouldn’t know how to handle all this ass if you tried.” Rina checked Drama, while grabbing Jess’s ass.
“Aye’, Lil’ Mama, you and that slick ass mouth. I promise you, I’ll have you crying if I put this dick in ya life.” Drama shot back, before hopping up on the table and letting them sandwich him.
“You better watch out, Jess. I might steal your girl if she keep rubbing this ass on me!”
“You can’t steal her, we like sister wives. We’ll take your ass down together!” Jess said, flinging her hair and giving Rina a high five.
“Oh, my god, they are wild.” Devyn said, shaking her head.
“Yea, they are. They gonna fuck around and hurt my cousin.” I agreed.
It felt good kicking back and enjoying the night with my people. I had been stressing the last few weeks, because not only was my father’s court date nearing, but we’d had a few more spots hit with counterfeit cash swaps. This little break was much needed. After that night, though, I planned on lighting that whole city up. The situation was way too big for a small-timer like Ant to pull off alone. I felt that, more than anything, his ass was bait from the jump. Whoever was behind that was definitely going to feel it, though. It wasn’t just my money at stake anymore since my pops had convinced his cartel connects to co-sign our venture. We were moving dope from corner-to-corner of the west side, so it was almost expected for somebody to try to test the thrown.
“Bae, I’m going downstairs to the dance floor with Sasha, okay.” Devyn said, bringing me out of my trance. I nodded my head and grabbed a hand full of her ass before she walked away.
“Don’t make me have to fuck nobody up tonight, Baby!” I yelled after her.
I knew that she was into that intimacy shit whenever we had sex, and I obliged her, because I enjoyed every inch of her, but she had no idea about the pipe I planned on laying on her ass that night. The way her ass was sitting up in that dress was making shit real hard for a nigga.
Devyn
I was way outside of my comfort zone when I’d walked into the club, but everything seemed to fade away once I saw Rashaad standing in the V.I.P. section. He was dressed head-to-toe in all-black Armani, with his huge gold rope chains draping from his neck. Even in something so simple, he was commanding attention.
“Whoever that Shamar Moore looking nigga is up there could get all these cookies tonight!” I heard some random girl say, while giving her friend a high five, as we walked passed. Little did she know that, the only cookies he would be getting was mine, and for the past few weeks, I should have been calling his ass the cookie monster.
After watching Rina and Jess drunk behinds show out, I decided to hit the dance floor with Sasha. We took over the floor, dropping our asses and bringing it back up. A few guys that were standing around tried to slide in behind us, but we were quick to shove them off. The last thing I needed was for Shad or Meek to act a fool up in here if they thought someone was testing their women.
I’d found out from the chatter on the streets just how big of a deal Shad and Meek were. I could admit that I didn’t like it, because of how things had played out with my previous relationship, but I would be lying if I said that I didn’t know that he was into some type of street dealings. I had no idea that they had clout like that, though. He’d never shown me anything but a perfect gentleman when I was around, and aside from the little thirst trap from the mall, I hadn’t felt he was doing me dirty thus far. In fact, the nigga was spoiling me rotten. Day by day, he was filling his apartment with things for me. If it wasn’t for the fact that I still paid rent, I would have forgotten that I even had my own place, and I wasn’t complaining. Spending so much time with him almost came natural. He was easy to talk to, he always made me laugh, and he was exposing me to a good life so far. At first, I felt some type of way, letting him buy me such expensive things, but if I refused, he’d lose his mind.
The song ended, and we made our way to the bar. They had more than enough dark liquor floating around in our area, but that was never really my thing. I ordered two Patron and Red Bulls for Sasha and I, and we started to make our way back towards the V.I.P.
“Baby, don’t act like you don’t see me girl.” I turned around only to find myself face-to-face with Ant’s sister, Tiara. I’m sure she noticed the confused look I had on my face, because she was speaking to me like we were the best of friends, however, when I lived with them, she was a shady as they came.
“What’s up, T? How you been girl?” I asked, even though, I couldn’t care less. That little bitch was out and about in the club, and she’d left her kids with her mother, in exchange for food stamps, as usual.
“You know her, Baby?” Sasha asked, staring Tiara up and down.
“Yea, she know me! And, who are you supposed to be? Her bodyguard, or something, with your Dej Loaf looking ass? That’s my sis! Shid, I don’t care if her and my weak ass brother not together no more.” Tiara rolled her neck at Sasha. “Listen, just so you know, I ain’t mad at you for leaving. I should have did the same thing to Ty’Shawn’s daddy when I had the chance, but I heard Shad is your new boo now. That nigga is definitely an upgrade, girl, because he is fine.” She said, looking up towards the V.I.P. section, where Rashaad was posted up, with his eyes locked on me.
“Yea, I know.” I cosigned. “Listen, it was good seeing you. Tell Marcy I said hello.” I attempted to end the conversation. It was pointless to stand there and pretend like she and I were ever friends. Plus, I’m sure she was only in my face because she’d spotted me in the V.I.P. Her trifling ass was probably looking to free load while hunting for her next baby daddy.
“Oh, Marcy! Ant’s mom, right? The one with the mustache!” Sasha said. I almost spit my drink out, ‘cause that bitch was really being the queen of petty. I knew that she’d only said that, because Tiara had too much attitude when she’d asked if I knew her.
“Bitch, don’t come for my mama!” Tiara raised her voice.
“Oh, I wasn’t boo boo, but your mama need to be coming for that razor like ASAP.” Sasha stepped up in her face and looked her up and down. If Tiara put a little effort in her appearance, she could have been a pretty girl, but instead, she wore way too much make-up and put skittle-colored extensions in her head, like a typical hood celebrity.
“Sash, let it go.” I said, trying my best not to laugh in her face.
“Yea, you better put this bitch on a leash, Baby. I was trying to be nice and speak to your ass, since you think you that thang now that your ass finally got a little bit of something. You obviously been talking about my mama to people when you need to be more concerned about why that bitch Mesha was sucking your man’s dick the other day! Walking around here like you better than somebody now, since you got a nigga paying your trick ass some attention.”
“Girl, bye. You think I’m worried about anything your little lying ass has to say. How about you stop worrying about me and my man, when you should be worried about making it to the aid office on time in the morning. You bum ass bitch. Go tuck your kids in, or something, clown!” I spat.
I could tell by the look on her face that she hadn’t expected me t
o clap back at her the way I had. The entire time I’d lived with them, I always let all the slick shit she talked go in one ear and out the other, but I’d be damned if that little hoe thought, for one second, that she was going to come for me ever again. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Rashaad making his way down the stairs. Our arguing had drawn the attention of multiple party-goers when I heard Meeks voice on the microphone.
“Security, security, please escort this five dollar dress wearing bitch up out of here!” I couldn’t help but laugh in Tiara’s face, as she stood there with embarrassment in her eyes, while the DJ turned the spotlight towards her. Most of the club had erupted in laughter, as Meek continued his comical roast of Tiara.
“Fuck you, clown!” Tiara yelled, turning her attention toward him, as he hung over the railing of the V.I.P doubled over in laughter.
“It’s my birthday! Turn up! Aye’, no offense, Ma, but your weave look like it stank! DJ bring the music back!” He continued, as security appeared and ushered Tiara away.
Although I was laughing and very proud of myself for standing up for myself, I won’t lie. What she’d just said about Mesha and Rashaad had me feeling some type of way, but I wasn’t about to let her see me shaking. I turned around and stomped my way past Rashaad and back to the V.I.P. I could feel that Rashaad was hot on my heels, and I made my way to the table and refilled my cup with the D’usse that was sitting out. I knew I’d pay for mixing this liquor later, but right now, I just didn’t give a damn.
“Aye’ yo’, what’s wrong with you? Why you over here giving me the stank eye like I did something wrong?” Rashaad asked, taking a seat next to me.
“When was the last time you saw that bitch, Mesha?” I asked him with my words slightly slurred. Rashaad scrunched his face up and shook his head.
“You really letting the shit that little bird just spit to you affect your mood, Ma? This shit ain’t for us.” He said, before getting up and walking back over by his guys. I sat there and stewed for a minute but decided to let it go. Rashaad hadn’t shown me anything but attention from the time we started this thing, and I knew, for a fact, that Tiara was a spiteful ass liar, so I refused to let her or her family’s negativity affect my new relationship. I looked over at Rashaad who was ice grilling me from the other side of the room and gave him a smile just to be an ass. I knew that he was mad at the fact that I was ignoring him, because I noticed his jaw flexing from him grinding his teeth. He must not have known that I found him to be even sexier when he was mad. I stood up and pulled my dress down before walking over to him.
“Bae, I’m sorry, you right. What that bitch said shouldn’t hold water.” I tried to kiss his neck, but he turned away from me. I, gently, grabbed him by his face and used my tongue to lick his lips before placing a peck on his cheek. I could feel his bulge grow, so I knew that little move had an effect on him.
“Oh, my god, Shaad you turning my innocent Baby into a little freak!” Rina said, as she stumbled her drunk self over towards us. “You better not do her wrong, you pretty green-eyed muthafucker, ‘cause I promise I’ve watched enough Law and Order to murk your ass and get away with it if you hurt her!” She slurred.
“You ain’t gotta worry about that.” Rashaad said, never taking his eyes off me. “I’m not that other nigga. I know what I have in front of me.” I knew that look in his eyes all too well, and the feeling was mutual, because I was definitely ready to get out of here and up under him.
“Rina, get your ass out they business, man!” Drama said, smacking her on her ass. “You need to be worrying about how you need this dick your life.”
“Nigga, I done told your ass already. That right there is all me!” Jess chimed in.
“We only share on Tuesday’s” Rina added.
“Oh, it’s like that? Yo, somebody tell me what day it is!” Drama yelled out to no one in particular, as everyone laughed at the show they were putting on.
There’s something in this liquor
(Oh Yeah) The air is getting thicker
(Oh yeah) All I want is you ooh ooh ooh
All I want is you ooh ooh ooh whoo
Chris Brown sang, as I let the liquor take control of me and twirled my tongue around the base of Rashaad’s neck. I was feeling myself, but I was feeling my man even more. Rashaad didn’t skip a beat before he grabbed me by the hand and led me toward the exit. We didn’t even bother to say goodbye, as we slipped out of the club. As we waited for the valet to bring his car around, I could feel the liquor stirring my hormones up, so I pressed my bare thighs together to keep myself from jumping all over him right there in the parking lot.
As soon as we got in the door of his apartment, he was practically ripping my dress off, and I was stumbling trying to get my heels off while he undressed himself.
“Leave them on.” He commanded, standing in front of me in just his jeans. I, instantly, grew self-conscious under his stare and tried to cover my naked breast with my hand.
“Nah, put your hand down. I wanna see all of you.” He said to me, as he moved in closer. I, slowly, walked back until my back touched the large windows in the living room, letting the night lights of downtown Chicago illuminate me. Without missing a beat, Rashaad grabbed me gently by my neck and pinned me against the window in all my naked glory and exposing me to the lights of the entire city. If anyone had binoculars, they were indeed getting a full view of my birthday suit, as Rashaad’s tongue trailed from my neck to my breast. The way his tongue danced over my body, I was ready to cum before he even entered me.
“You my good girl, Baby, but right now, I want you to me bad for me.” He whispered in my ear, before gently sucking the side of my neck. I nodded my head in response, causing him to suck down hard.
“Say it.” He commanded.
“I wanna be bad for you.” I whimpered, as my body cried out for him. He kneeled before me, draping my leg over his shoulder before taking a bite out of my inner thigh. The pain mixed with pleasure had me reeling with excitement. My feet left the ground as Rashaad stood up with my legs over his shoulders. Using the window as leverage, he began to feast on me like I was his last supper. The feeling of Rashaad’s tongue circling my clit had my juices flowing like my middle name was Niagara. Riding the wave of pleasure he was giving me mixed with being suspended in the air, had me feeling like I was high.
After slurping up the remnants of my orgasm, he lowered me back down to my feet, but it was hard to stand, because my legs were still shaking. My head was spinning, and I was trying my best to catch my breath. Rashaad pressed his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes, as my breathing steadied. That man was turning me out with all his intensity. My body screamed for him just by him looking into my eyes.
“You falling?” He asked.
“Can you tell?” I whispered back, while stroking the hairs of his goatee and nodding my head.
“I can feel it.” Was his response before kissing my passionately. The connection we had was crazy. It felt like he was made for me, and I was made for him.
I broke away from his kiss and lowered myself so that I was eye-level with his manhood. I could tell by the bulge in his jeans that it was just aching to break free. Of all the times Rashaad and I had had sex, my nerves had never allowed me to do what I was about to. I pushed the thought of another chick satisfying him out of my mind. That was my job, as his woman, and he needed to know that I was all he needed. I freed him from his pants, and without taking a breath, I took him into my mouth. Sucking him in with as much passion as I could muster, I filled my mouth with saliva and coated his shaft before easing all nine-and-a-half inches down my throat. Rashaad groaned out in pleasure, as I cupped his balls, massaging them gently while humming on his cock. I was determined to please him in every way that I could.
When I felt him beginning to swell, I sped up my pace, but he tried to pull himself away. I wanted it all, and I wanted to taste him. I gripped him by his waist and pulled him in deeper. Within seconds, I felt his thick milk c
oating my throat, but I continued to suck until I got every drop of him. I reached up and let my hands run down his abs, as I licked and kissed the tip of his beautiful piece. I was mesmerized at the fact that he was still hard.
Rashaad roughly snatched me up from my kneeling position and bent me across the back of his red leather sectional couch, entering me roughly from behind. I screamed out, in pleasure, as he pounded into me, hitting spots I didn’t even know I had. He ran his tongue down my spine, causing me to arch my back even deeper. My honey pot overflowed from back-to-back orgasms to the point where I could feel my juices running down my legs.
“Rashaad!” I cried out.
“That’s right, Baby, say my name.” He commanded, as he wrapped my hair around his hands pulling me back to attack my neck with kisses.
“Mmm, yes baby, please, give it all to me!” I cried out, feeling the onset of yet another orgasm, and he obliged, as he continued to pound in and out of me, causing me to squirt everywhere. With what little energy I had left, I threw my ass back into him, matching his thrust until I felt him release his load, causing us both to collapse.
Once we’d both caught our breath, Rashaad picked me up in his strong arms and carried my limp body up the stairs to the shower. I leaned against his muscular body, as we both allowed the warm water to rain over us. I could feel the thump of his heart beat in sync with mine, as his smooth skin pressed against me. He kissed me on the crown of my head, and I swear, I felt myself fall in love in that very moment.
~~~
“I can’t believe you let a nigga cuff you like this, Baby. It’s only been two months.” Rina exclaimed, as she sat in the living room of Rashaad’s apartment. It had been a few days since the party, but Rashaad and I had been held up in the house fucking like rabbits since that night. That day, though, I’d promised Rina that she and I would go out to do a little shopping to catch up. Rashaad had already left out to meet up with his brother