by A'zayler
“Kiss me, Phoenix.” His eyes were deadlocked on hers.
She looked unsure, but leaned closer to him anyway. They tried kissing like this, but Phoenix couldn’t catch the rhythm so he sat up. He had to rise slowly due to the fact that his head was still pounding. He scooted against the sofa and laid his head back.
“Your head still bothering you?”
“Yeah, but I’m straight. Come give me a kiss.”
Phoenix moved until she was next to him, and like he did last time, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her the rest of the way. Their lips collided and she got lost. The way he took control had her body shivering. His hands roamed down her body and stopped at her thighs. He pushed her legs open and rested his hand at her center. He probed her love button through her shorts until she squirmed away.
“Sorry.”
“You’re fine. I just have to go. I got to work tonight.”
“Can I come through?”
“Didn’t you just say your head was still hurting? No, you stay here, I might swing back though on my way home to check on you.”
“Man, you ain’t coming back.”
Phoenix smiled. “Yes, I am. Now come walk me to the door.”
Phoenix stood first with him behind her. He stood still for a moment, a bit dazed from his headache before moving. No words were spoken as they walked, but when she got to the door, he grabbed her and kissed her again. This time, he hugged her while sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth. When she stepped back, he smiled and pinched her cheek.
“I would say I’ll see you later, but I don’t believe you coming back. So just hit me when you’re not too busy.”
“All right, Jamar. See you later.”
Phoenix walked out of his house and got into her truck. Once she made sure her doors were locked, she headed home to change. She had a little over an hour to be dressed and at the club.
*****
“Bitch, when I tell you my feet hurt, I am not lying. These cheap ass heels got my toes burning.”
“Kara, I have told you too many times before to stop getting that cheap shit. You deserve for your damn feet to be hurting. Shit, I’m glad they hurt. Maybe your ass will take my advice next time you go to the store.”
Kara stopped fixing the drink she was making and burst out laughing. “Phoenix, you ain’t even right.”
“I’m for real. You know we stand up all night, buy something comfortable.” Phoenix looked down at the gold Giuseppe Zanotti lace up heels she was wearing and held her foot up in the air. “Check my foot work bitch, I don’t have those kind of problems.” Phoenix fell over the counter laughing.
“Okay, your ass keep doing all those stripper moves and have these niggas chasing you up out of here.”
Phoenix stopped laughing long enough to roll her eyes. “I ain’t worried about their ass. Tone will beat everybody in here to sleep.”
Kara rolled her eyes. “Speaking of Tone, here comes his high yellow ass now.”
“Kara, don’t let all that eye rolling get you fucked baby.” He was now leaning against the bar.
“Tone, please get the fuck away from this bar. I would never let you fuck me. You don’t even look like you would do the shit right.”
Tone smiled. He enjoyed picking with Kara. “Meet me in the back room where y’all change and shit at and let me show you.”
“Boy, what kind of hoe I look like?”
Phoenix shook her head at the two of them. It was obvious Kara hated Tone, and he loved that shit. Sometimes Phoenix could tell he was messing with her for the hell of it.
“The kind I want to see bouncing on my dick. Now quit all that shit talking and let me put this dick up in you.”
“Now, Tone, you’re going too far. Don’t talk to her like that,” Phoenix interrupted. Kara was her friend
Kara finished washing the counter before throwing the towel into the sink and snatching her apron off. She switched around the counter and squeezed in front of Tone. He was standing pretty close to the bar, and Kara wasn’t your average girl. She was thick as fuck and needed some room.
“It’s cool, Phoenix. I can handle Tone’s ass. He doesn’t bother me.”
He leaned down so they were face to face and licked her lips. When she didn’t move, he did it again. But before he could pull away, she grabbed his face and did the same thing to him.
“Don’t fuck with me, Tone.”
“Shit, I’m trying to if you’ll let me.”
She stood back on one leg so she could see his whole face. “You serious?”
“Hell yeah, I’m serious.”
“Well, come show me.”
Tone’s brows furrowed. “Show you what?”
“How serious you are.”
Tone rubbed the hair on his chin. “How?”
Phoenix looked on in amusement. She wanted to know how Tone was supposed to prove it too.
“You was just talking all that big shit about putting your dick up in me, so come do it.”
“Right now?” Tone was smiling from ear to ear.
Kara nodded her head and smiled back. Tone stepped closer to her so now their bodies were pressed against each other’s. Phoenix watched as his hands went to the small of Kara’s back before he grabbed two handfuls of her plump ass. They kissed so long and hard it even shocked Phoenix. Tone was the first nigga to scream about not putting his lips on a female. Clearly, that wasn’t the case at the moment.
“You know you finna ride this shit, right?”
“I got you, now come on.” Kara pulled Tone’s hand so she could lead him to the back.
“Baby sis, go tell them niggas what’s up and I’ll be right back.” Tone winked at Phoenix before allowing Kara to pull him to their destination.
Phoenix stood still, watching them until they turned the corner and she could no longer see Tone’s back. She flagged down the other waitress who worked there and told her to hold the bar down while she talked to her brother for a minute. Everyone knew her and them, so the waitress agreed with no problem.
*****
The dimly lit break room was small, but it was decorated decently. In one corner was the mini bar and refrigerator, while a black leather sofa sat along the wall. Directly next to it was a set of lockers. After Tone walked in and sat down on the sofa, Kara pushed the door closed and locked it. She had been talking all big at the bar while Phoenix was standing there, and now that she was alone with Tone she was ready to put in work. The way he stared at her wasn’t making it any better.
He was slouched down some with his arms thrown over the back of the cushion. His eyes went from her feet up to her forehead before he reached behind his ear and removed the blunt he had sitting there. The room was quiet, minus the loud music playing on the other side of the door. Tone puffed on his blunt and blew out a cloud of smoke while motioning for Kara to come to him. When she was standing between his legs he reached up to her waist and rolled the tight black shorts she was wearing down her body, and off of her legs.
“Turn around for a minute and let me look at you,”
Kara knew Tone was an ass man, just like she knew he loved hers. Anytime he saw her he was touching it, slapping it, or talking about it. She heard him suck in air as she turned, so she decided to give him a little show. When her back was completely facing him she started to dance to the song that was playing outside. “I Like What You Do” by Future was blasting throughout the club. Kara stood in front of Tone and bounced her ass to the beat of the song.
“Damn girl,” Tone’s voice was filled with excitement.
Kara looked over her shoulder and smiled coyly. “See something you like?”
“Hell yeah, I do. You got ass for days, girl, damn.”
“You can touch it if you want, Tone. I don’t mind.”
What did she say that for? That nigga went from grabbing her ass to slapping it hard as hell. Kara laughed because she expected all of this. Hell, it was what she was accustomed to when dealing with him. Her ass was
the only thing they ever talked about. What she didn’t expect was what he did as H-Town and Jodeci’s “Part Time Lover” played on the other side of the door.
Tone pulled her backward toward him. He scooted to the edge of the sofa with both of his hands on each side of her small waist. His lips were soft and a tad moist as he pressed them against her left ass cheek, then the right. Tone placed kisses all over her butt before moving his lips to the small of her back, then down to the thickness of the back of her thighs. Kara’s body shivered as she tried to compose herself. It was all feeling too good, and she could hardly stand it. Even when he replaced his kisses with tender yet aggressive biting, Kara enjoyed it.
“Let me be your part time lover, Kara.”
“Why only part time? I’m not good enough to have you full time?”
“I’ll answer that after you bust that pussy open for me.”
Kara nodded and turned around. With her arms crossed over her chest, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor before removing her bra. In nothing but her black thong, Kara pushed Tone back onto the couch and straddled his lap. His hands went to her body immediately. Soft dark skin was beneath his fingertips, warm minty breath against his neck, her naturally sexy aura was intoxicating him but he remained calm.
Sexing Kara was about to take their bullshit to another level. He fucked with her all the time only because he found her sexy as fuck. Joking with her about fucking and acting like an asshole were all ways to keep her at bay, but when she called him on his shit tonight, he had no other choice but to make a believer out of her. He could tell by the way she was grinding in his lap and sucking on his neck that she was ready, but she might as well stop that shit. He was in charge.
“Hold up for a minute, Kara. Let me get out of my pants.”
Kara slid out of his lap and dropped straight to her knees. She unfastened his belt like a pro. Once it was loose, he lifted his hips slightly so she could pull his pants down. Along with his pants came his boxers. Undergarments around his ankles, and a pretty girl at his feet, Tone felt like a king, but once again he calmed himself. He had to remain in charge before he put too much into it. Kara’s eyes were bright with anticipation. He stared back at her with hooded lids and took another pull from his blunt. He was about to blow the smoke out into the air, but she was in his face with her mouth on his lips before he could do anything. She wanted a shotgun, so he obliged.
“Why you keep putting your lips on me?” He smiled lazily.
“Because I know that’s what you want.” Kara leaned in and kissed him again before he slapped her ass hard and nudged her back to the floor.
She looked up at Tone sitting on the sofa looking sexier than all hell, and had to tighten her knees together. He was making her wet and hadn’t even touched her for real. His big bright dick was lying awkwardly between the two of them. Kara’s eyes dropped to it every now and then, wanting to touch it. No longer willing to wait patiently for him to fuck her, Kara leaned forward and picked it up. She stroked it a few times before sticking it into her mouth.
“Ummm… yeahhh.” Tone moaned as he placed his hands on the back of her head and pushed it further down into his lap. He was surprised to see Kara hadn’t gagged yet, and practically his whole dick was down her throat. “Sssss, yeah… suck this dick, Kara.”
She kept her pace sucking and spitting every time her head came up and went back down. Kara wasn’t new to this sex shit. She had skills that could make Tone’s toes curl in his fucking sneakers, but she’d show him that in a minute. Right now she was finna serve this nigga the best oral sex of his fucking life. Kara slid her head down into his lap further, and slowly she eased his entire dick into her mouth. She kept her head still so as he slid in and out of her mouth, and his dick went down her throat, she wouldn’t gag.
She looked up and Tone was looking straight at her. She maintained eye contact and swallowed as hard as she could, allowing her Uvula to tease the head of his dick. His thighs tensed and he bit down on his bottom lip. She did this again, this time moaning while doing so and he grabbed both sides of her head. Tone was pumping in and out of her mouth vigorously until she felt the salty fluids coat the back of her throat. Kara kept her eyes on him, sucking harder, making sure to get everything he’d released.
Tone pulled her from the floor. “Your nasty ass.”
“Fuck you. Cocky ass nigga.”
Kara straddled him with a frown on her face.
“I don’t give a fuck about you being mad.”
“You make me sick with your rude ass, I can’t fucking stand you.” The frown on Kara’s face deepened as she tried to adjust her body to Tone’s dick. She’d just slid down on it, and it felt like it was in her damn stomach. She rocked her hips slowly while wrapping her arms around Tone’s neck. When he grabbed her waist and started to move in and out of her, her body betrayed her and she moaned. She hadn’t wanted to show this rude son of a bitch any type of satisfaction, but she couldn’t hide it.
“Get off me and turn around.”
“Nigga, don’t say it like that.”
“Just do what the fuck I said.” Tone slid off of the couch after she did and grabbed her hand. He led her to the mini bar and bent her over the barstool. He slid right back into her, this time harder. He was pounding her pussy with no remorse. “Talk your junk now, Kara. Tell me all the smart shit you love to say.”
“Is that what you want to hear? You like when I’m rude to you?”
“Yeah. That shit turns… ahh fuck… ye… yeah that shit turns me on. Fuck baby, your pussy gripping like a muthafucka.”
“I knew your ass couldn’t fuck with my sex game. You talk all that shit and can barely hang.”
Tone didn’t say anything back, he just slapped her ass and grunted. He was making noises like this was his first time having sex.
“Nigga don’t be slapping my ass that hard.” Kara looked over her shoulder at him.
He was biting his bottom lip and looking way too sexy for her to stand, so she turned back around and grabbed the side of the chair. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she enjoyed the way he was fucking her.
“Let me hear it, baby. Get nasty for me.”
“Oh you like nasty, huh?”
“I love that shit.”
Kara screamed out in ecstasy as Tone hit her spot. It’s a good thing the club was loud or she was sure somebody would have heard her. “Fuck me harder, Tone… oh please fuck me harder, baby.”
“I am fucking your ass hard. The fuck else you want?”
“Shut up and make me cum.”
“I got you, baby.”
Tone sped up his pace, and in a matter of minutes Kara was screaming and cumming at the same time. Tone bit down on his bottom lip to suppress the urge to scream with her. When her body had stopped shaking, and was just tremoring lightly, he lit her right ass cheek up. He’d slapped it so hard it sounded off in the small room.
“Did I tell you, you could come on my dick?”
Kara shook her head from side to side.
“You know who the fuck I am?” Tone pulled her head backward so his mouth was close to her ear.
“Who are you?” she whispered
“Your fucking daddy that’s who, and you don’t do shit unless I tell you to.”
“Oh shit. Yes, sir, daddy.” Kara moaned, on the verge of cumming again.
Hearing her call him daddy did it for Tone. This time when she came, he was right with her. He pulled out and was about to shoot it on her back but she turned around and caught it in her mouth instead. That shit made Tone want to fuck all over again. He loved that nasty shit.
“Damn, girl. Get your ass up here.” Tone pulled her from the floor and into his arms.
When he was sure she’d swallowed all of his seeds, he kissed her. He was nasty, but that didn’t mean he wanted to taste that shit. Her arms went around his neck as they stood in the middle of the floor of her job naked. When he finally broke their kiss, she didn’
t know why she felt mad about it. He took a few steps back and fixed his clothes. Once he was dressed, he passed her the clothing he’d torn from her body earlier so she could redress.
Kara got dressed without saying a word. Now that they’d fucked, she didn’t know whether they’d go back to hating each other, or make this a regular thing. She got lost in her thoughts as she watched him fix his clothing. Once they were all put back together, Kara unlocked the door and left the room, not giving him time to say anything. She made it back to the bar and was taking an order from some man by the time she saw him coming from the back. She tried not to look his way because she didn’t want him to think that she was about to be all on his dick just because they’d had sex.
Although it was some of the best dick she’d ever had, she wasn’t about to sweat his ass. She’d get him in due time. Surprisingly, that wasn’t anything she had to worry about because he walked over to the opposite side of the bar from where she was standing and called her name. She yelled for him to give her a minute while she finished taking the dude in front of her drink order. After grabbing the Vodka bottle from the shelf, she headed back to the man.
“When I tell you do something, that’s what the fuck you do. Got it?” Tone’s hand was wrapped around her arm. The man she’d been making the drink for had walked away. He’d probably caught wind of who Tone was and hauled ass. Bitch made niggas.
“Boy, you better get your damn hand off me. You are not my fucking daddy, and you ain’t my man, so I don’t have to do shit you say.” Kara tried to snatch her arm away, only for Tone to tighten his grip. He pulled her to him so roughly she lost her footing and stumbled into the counter. He pulled her across the bar just a little so that they were face to face.
“That shit that happened back there,” Tone pointed toward the break room, “made you mine. So when I tell you to do something, that’s what you do.”