I didn’t have time to get used to them, either, because he effortlessly switched them up right before he growled lowly in my ear.
“How ‘bout I slow it down?”
Doing the opposite of his previous movements, Andretti slowly pounded into me.
Clearly, it was his sole mission to drive me fucking wild. My fingers were threatening to pull on my own hair every time he pulled out of me and slowly drove himself back in.
With the show he was putting on, my orgasm was sure to reach its highest potential at any given moment. I could feel the awaiting explosion slowly building up, and right when it rose to a level that could’ve brought me to a pleasurable finish line, I felt Andretti lift his body up. My desperation to cum obviously had a mind of its own because my legs didn’t hesitate to hook around his hips to hold him in place.
“What are you doing?” The question sounded as desperate as my body felt to keep him inside of me.
“I’m sorry, but we gotta stop, beautiful. I think the condom just broke.”
“No.” The word came out breathy. “Don’t stop.” Begging had never sounded better than it did right now coming from my lips, and I knew the weight of what I was saying wouldn’t dawn on me until my sex-induced high was long gone. “Please don’t stop.”
“Nim, if I don’t stop now, I don’t think I’ll be able to pull out when I need to later. Being inside of you feels too damn good. Fuck.” He let out a heavy breath of his own.
“Don’t stop.” My pleas were relentless.
Andretti couldn’t pull himself out of me. I wouldn’t allow it. My body needed him too badly at that moment.
Placing his forehead on top of mine, he searched my eyes with a pondering look displayed in his.
“You’re bad for me,” he spoke lowly like the words should’ve been for his ears only. “This is crazy, and I know I’m playing a dangerous game, but I don’t think I could stop now even if I really wanted to. You got my head all fucked up,” he whispered even lower that time. “And I don’t even mind that shit.”
With my legs still wrapped around him, he turned our connected bodies sideways and buried his length deeper inside of me. I needed a sprinkle of mercy to drop down into my soul, because he was torturing me in ways I didn’t know were possible. Pain had never felt so good in my entire life. I was honestly ashamed this was my first time experiencing the position he had us in. It may have seemed basic, but it felt anything but that. If I had any doubts that a paradise existed, they were eliminated the moment he put us in our current position.
And just when the pleasure got to be so good it elicited moans I’d never heard myself let out, before Andretti switched up our position once again. He spooned me so that my body was in front of his and entered me from behind. His hand soon after slid across my chest and wrapped around my neck while he whispered in my ear, encouraging me to, “throw that shit back at him.”
“Damn, Nim. That’s right. Keep throwing it at me just like that,” he moaned out.
The sound of his pleased moans mixed with the sound of my ass slapping against his skin urged me to grow wetter. As if I wasn’t already wetter than two oceans combined. It wasn’t a hard thing to accomplish either, because each time he entered me it felt like the very first time again. The pleasure never lessened; it only intensified.
I was now aware he hadn’t exaggerated not one bit earlier. He truly did have the kind of dick that would make you call up his grandmother and ask if he had been by to see her lately because her house was sure to be a place he could be found at. Yes! His dick would have you that damn desperate and stalkerish.
“Fuck, Nim. I love the way you moan. You got me ready to cum right now. Are you ready for us to cum, beautiful? ‘Cause it’s not happening unless we’re doing it together.”
The wet kisses he trailed along the back of my shoulder solidified my body’s will to cum, and his body quivered against mine at the exact same time I let my orgasm go.
Our comfortability with each other allowed us to playfully roll around in the white sheets, sticky and all, until he ended up on top of my body with both of his elbows resting on each side of me.
Leaning his body forward, he placed a kiss on my forehead and stared into my eyes for a few seconds longer than I would’ve liked.
He must’ve sensed the shyness I felt under his intensive gaze, because he soon said, “I’ll be right back,” and hopped up from the bed.
I watched him casually stroll toward the bathroom until his back was no longer in sight.
In awe of everything we’d done, I couldn’t do anything other than lie still with unusually heightened senses. My ears paid extra close attention to the sound of the faucet turn on and Andretti’s feet move around on what I knew to be tiled floor because of the tip-tap sound his footsteps made. The familiar noise proved to be calming in a moment where I was still trying to piece together what the hell I’d just experienced.
Who the hell I’d just experienced.
I wasn’t given much time to reflect, though. Not even two minutes after entering the bathroom, Andretti was walking back over to the bed with a silly smirk on his face and a wet washcloth in one of his hands. Attentively, he carefully rubbed my still throbbing kitty down and wiped away any warm residue he’d left behind.
My mind couldn’t figure out why he felt the need to be so caring… why I wanted him to be so caring… why I wanted to be caring towards him too.
Deciding to go along with his passionate flow, we became chest to chest when I pulled him up to me by the white T-shirt he slipped on when he was in the bathroom, and it felt natural to place a kiss on his lips as a sort-of-kind-of thank you for the dick he’d put in my life.
“You tired?” he asked and pulled me tighter into his chest once the kiss ended.
The question came out sounding so, so incredibly sweet.
It should’ve been illegal for him to be nasty and a gentleman. The combination could be so dangerously lethal.
Andretti would royally fuck up my life if he stuck around. Men like him got random pussy thrown at them left and right. I was almost certain monogamous wasn’t a word that existed in his vocabulary, and I wouldn’t dare become attached to another fuckboy with good dick.
I looked up into his now heavy-lidded eyes, both hating and loving that come morning, we’d never have to see each other again unless we ran into each other by happenstance.
“Honestly? I’m worn the hell out.”
The chuckle he let out tickled when it rumbled against my neck.
“Yeah. Me too. Let’s get some sleep, beautiful.”
Sighing slowly, my eyes immediately closed at the feel of his soft lips pecking the side of my neck one last time. The kiss was even sweeter than his voice sounded moments ago, and it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep wrapped up in his arms like in them was the only place I was ever meant to be.
It was too bad being in them was truthfully the one place I should’ve never been.
2
Andretti Matthews
Monday…
I’m not naive enough to believe I could be your one and only.
—Don Trip
“Dretti, where’s your damn head at? I’ve been asking you a thousand questions, and you ain’t answered one of them bitches.”
Keyon, my best homie, snatched my phone out of my hand and scrolled through the Instagram profile I’d been looking at since we arrived inside our office.
“Yo, ma is bad as fuck. Who is this?”
“Mind yo’ own women, Key.” I snatched the phone back from him and continued scrolling through Nim Cole’s Instagram profile.
Nim Cole. I don’t know why, but I liked the sound of her full name. It had a little ring to it.
I’d just met her last night, and I was already checking for all of her social media handles. I remembered she referred to her growing event planning business as Nim’s Creations, so it didn’t take long to find her page on the ‘Gram. The social media site was one of her
main promotional tools and how she obtained most of her clients.
Why do I remember that shit too?
I honestly couldn’t wrap my head around why or how I stored everything she told me last night in my mind because I was half tipsy, and I didn’t plan on seeing her again after the sun rose. I hadn’t figured out exactly what it was about her that had me low-key trying to get the scoop on her when I had no intention to hit her up.
I could’ve been tripping off the fact that no woman but Nim had ever made me feel sprung off the pussy after spending one night in it, and truthfully, it was more than how good her pussy felt that ran through my mind. I started to imagine things on a deeper level. Like what it would be like to see her beautiful face on a daily basis. How it would feel to wake up with her cuddled snug in my arms every morning. How big and cute the pretty smile on her face would look as I showed her off around the city. All kinds of things only a nigga on the verge of being in love would think.
None of those thoughts mattered anyway, though, because I could never be with a woman like Nim. I didn’t date women who let me hit on the first night. Being able to smash on the first night, especially without having to wine and dine the chick beforehand, was a big red flag in my book. Women who allowed me to take them down the very first time I met them were not to be trusted. If the pussy came that easy for me, it probably did for most other niggas, too, and I had just let go of a woman who wasn’t ready to settle her hot ass down. I didn’t have the time nor the patience to go back down that road again. Yet and still, even with that in mind, it didn’t stop me from continuing to scroll through the pictures on her page.
Promotion for her business filled up the majority of her profile, but every once in a while, I’d come across a badass selfie of her hitting all the right angles. Nim’s body was hella cold. Baby had these thick, warm, honey-colored thighs I couldn’t help but nestle my face between when we woke up together. Along with a cute stomach that held a very small pudge my hands couldn’t resist caressing.
Mami was honestly hella cold altogether. She was deadass one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen in my life. I loved every single thing about her round face: from her attractive chocolate brown eyes, to her delicate nose, and soft, suckable pink lips. And don’t even get a nigga started on that ass… that ass of hers deserved to be on a planet of its own.
“Do we need to do this business shit later, brah?” Keyon asked, taking me away from the many thoughts I was having about Ms. Cole. “And since when don’t you show me your new pussy, nigga?”
Even though that’s technically what Nim had been, and I did usually show Keyon the women I smashed, a small sense of anger overcame me every time he insisted to know more about her.
“Chill, Key.”
“Damn! This shit must be serious, serious. When you getting down on one knee then, Dretti? Or did you do that shit already and not tell me?”
Hearing him say that made me rub my jawline thoughtfully. I was high-key tripping. It didn’t make sense for me to be defensive over a woman I didn’t plan on getting serious with.
“Nah. You’re right, brah. I’m tripping hard. She ain’t nobody for real.” For whatever reason, I began to regret the words soon after I said them and immediately tried to clean them up. “She’s just a chick I met over the weekend, Key. Nothing heavy, though. I’m probably never even gon’ see her again.”
“She’s nothing heavy but she has you going back on your word already? Did you forget I know you damn near better than you know yourself? Whoever baby is, she really got your ass hot and bothered since you’re over there low-key thinking about breaking that stupid ass rule you live by. Pussy must’ve been fire if you of all people fell in love after the first taste.”
I waved Keyon off and slipped my phone into the pocket of my jeans.
“Why do you care to grill me about a chick I didn’t even feel the need to tell you about? I thought we were here to get some work done? You’re wasting our time over some trivial shit.”
To keep it all the way real, no cap, the only reason I didn’t tell Keyon about Nim was because I wanted to keep her and every detail about our nightcap to myself. He didn’t need to be in on the many ways I made her freaky ass moan and cum. Or how many times she screamed out my name to the high heavens while she dug her nails deep into my flesh. Or the way her pussy curved around my dick as if it was made specifically for me.
Nah. That was all information only I needed to know. I didn’t wanna have to beat my best homie like he stole something if he said or asked anything slick.
“Dretti, what the hell you think I’ve been trying to do? You’ve been stalking ma’s pictures since we sat down. Let me find out your ass is really lovesick. Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Shut up, nigga. Tell me about this new gig we might work.”
After leaving the streets behind, Keyon and I opened up a DJ business, and for the past year, it’s been running more successfully than we originally thought it would. Ten years in the game and many deaths of close homies later were enough to make us realize we needed to make something else shake. Drug money was good as fuck on the pockets but it took a toll on you mentally. Death and jail were always an outcome of being involved with a business so risky, and not knowing which one would hit you first was stressful as hell.
Keyon and I had put in enough time and made enough money to comfortably live without having to work another job for the rest of our lives, but the type of men we were wouldn’t allow us to sit around on our asses and do nothing all day. Music happened to be a passion for both of us, and it made sense for us to find some kind of way to make money from it. It was a good thing learning the ropes of the DJ business came easy for us too, and ever since we started, we’d been requested by hundreds of people in and around the city.
Finding a legit business to run and profit from was a blessing for two niggas who didn’t even know if they’d make it to see twenty-five. So if Keyon and I had to be DJ Quick and DJ Hitta for the rest of our lives, neither one of us would have any complaints.
“You know that nigga Exon got out of prison recently, right? Some people from around the block want to throw him a release party next weekend, and his big homie, Domo, reached out to me and said he’d pay whatever for us to DJ it.”
I scrubbed a hand down my face and sighed. Exon was a sneaky, snake ass nigga who’d always been jealous of me and Keyon’s come-up while we were in the streets. He was the type of nigga who couldn’t be trusted if he wasn’t in eyesight or earshot.
When Keyon and I were fresh in the game, Exon made multiple attempts at blocking business deals for us, but they never worked. It wasn’t hard for most people to sense how untrustworthy he was. And karma ended up coming for his grimy ass quick because he got knocked by the boy’s and had to do a seven-year bid for drug trafficking. Although all of the bullshit we went through with him did happen years ago, I still didn’t trust or want to fuck with him.
“Did you tell Domo we would do it for him?”
Keyon pulled his head back and smacked his lips.
“You know damn well I ain’t tell him shit yet because I know how you feel about Exon. But on a real tip though, Dretti, I wouldn’t mind doing it for him. Money is money whether it comes from a snake or an angel, you know that. It’s not like we’re hurting for money either, though, so it wouldn’t make a difference one way or another. If you tell me you’re not down to do it, I won’t lose any sleep behind it.”
Keyon did have a good point. At the end of the day, business was business and had to go on whether we liked a fool or not. The only thing that had me apprehensive about saying yes now was the company we both knew Exon kept around him. His crew was always into some hot shit and stayed in and out of street beefs.
“What part of town is Domo throwing the party at?”
If the answer was anywhere down North, 30th street and below, my answer was going to be a big hell nah. I didn’t have time to get caught up in a shootout over a nigg
a I didn’t even like.
“I think he said he’s throwing it out on 108th and Q street at Rhythmz Lounge. He mentioned something about being in good with the owner and how they’re offering free drinks for the first twenty-five people who show up. So it’s definitely gon’ be jumping in that bitch.”
“And you trust no hot shit is gon’ go down? You know the kind of people Domo and Exon run with. They stay in some beef.”
“Do you plan on showing up without the strap?”
“Hell nah.”
“Aight then. What’s the problem? I’m not worried about whatever them niggas got going on. As long as I got the deuce-deuce on me, me and you gon’ be cool.”
“Call Domo back and let him know it’s a go then. But if this shit backfires on us, Key, Ima be at your head.”
“I got you.”
Keyon and I both pulled our phones from our pockets at the same time. I planned to continue scrolling through Nim’s Instagram while he was distracted with speaking to Domo, but before I could get to the app, my phone rang, and my baby sister Aniya’s picture popped up on the screen. Besides our dad and her mom, we were pretty much the only family we had in this world, and I loved her stubborn, little self to death. No matter how much she tried to drive me crazy.
“What’s good, Niy?”
I waited a few seconds for her to respond but she never did. I could hear loud noises in the background that sounded like shuffling and yelling, and that shit had me on high alert. Aniya turned eighteen a few months ago, and I swear ever since the clock hit midnight on her birthday, she’d been determined to make me jump head first back in the streets. She couldn’t keep herself out of the clubs, and word around the block claimed she was seeing some older nigga she had no business messing around with. Of course, she always denied the allegations when I asked her about them, but I wasn’t dumb. She’d been too secretive lately, and I was determined to find out the reason behind it.
“Niy!” I yelled into the phone, hoping she’d hear me.
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