Ezio whistled. “Yeah, ain’t shit Nel can’t do shit with Big Rio. A fuckin’ jet!” He then turned to Jisei as if he had a revelation. “Aye, Jae Bae. Don’t ask your brother for no shit like that, aite.”
We all laughed, and everyone cheered when the strippers brought their asses back out. Tunan came back over, kicked shit and rotated a few blunts. When he dapped me up, he said he was headed out because he had something he had to take careof tonight. I offered my help, but he told me it wasn’t nothing before taking his leave.
I watched the party, accepting the fact that none of these women had what I wanted. Looking at all my family enjoying themselves, I knew there was no way I could leave the mob. When I looked over and saw Rio’s sister, Arianee, talking with Dasani, I chuckled knowing she was probably inquiring about Daylani’s plans for Pia’s baby shower now that we’d seen what Rio did for the gender reveal. When I glanced over and locked eyes with Don, I sucked my teeth at the sight of him tapping his finger on his watch.
Fuck this nigga. Can’t nobody move me but me.
Standingin the entryway of my home, I scratched my face as I peeped around. Everything looked the same. From my position, there was no sign that a woman or a child had been living here for weeks. My home looked exactly the way I had left it the other day when I headed to meet Goal for the drop. Dark wood, green textiles, one painting, furniture varying from leathers to fibers, with not an item out of place. I chose the color scheme because it felt warm and invigorating. But standing here now, it felt as cold as the fucking Tundra. There was no life in this motherfucker.
The cleaning company hadn’t come this week because Bahati requested that I call them off. I hadn’t been here any fucking way so I obliged. Where my home would have been smelling like fresh lemons and the other fragrances that had become therapeutic to me that the cleaning company used, I smelled nothing but scents that reminded me of Bahati. The same shit she used to clean her apartment back in the day now lingeredin the entryway. It wasn’t bad, but I wasn’t a Fabuloso and Awesome type of nigga.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I held it so that it wouldn’t hit the floor. Marching to the side of my house where the guest rooms were, I passed the closed door and stopped in front of the room Bahati and Shya had been occupying. Bahati’s eyes fluttered toward me appearing as she patted Shya’s back with her good arm.
“Aye.”
“Yes?” she answered, her breath caught in her chest.
I could see the shit as her chest inflated and stayed that way. I never cared about the power I had over women, but more often than not, women acted as if they couldn’t handle my presence. Bahati had known me for years and still acted as if she were seeing me for the first time anytime we were in each other’s presence.
That’s how ole girl be having me feeling,I thought to myself before shaking her off my mind.
Licking my lips, I gave Bahati another once over. Bahati was perfect. Her skin, her facial features, and her body were a packaged deal many men would happily pay for. My eyes landed on her bare, arched foot that was hanging from the side of the bed, suspended in the air while the other was folded in the covers.
“If you want some dick, gone and put her to sleep.”
Bahati’s eyes bulged and she began choking on her own spit. She sat up, placed Shya on the bed fast as fuck, and tripped out of the covers. Before I could witness her ass hitting the floor, I left the room’s doorway. Crossing the house and entering my bedroom, I left the door open for her. I emptied my pockets onto my nightstand and then walked toward my bathroom. Tossing the shirt into the hamper, I removed my shoes and walked them into my closet. Placing them near my other Louis Vuittonsneakers, I then removed my necklaces that hadn’t seemed to leave my neck in days. I immediately felt naked without them, the missing weight feeling foreign. When I walked from the closet and back into my room, Bahati was standing there in her bra and panties. The matching set was brown and nearly blended in with her skin.
“Come ’ere, Bahati.”
With one foot in front of the other, round hips swaying, Bahati obliged. Cast and all, she was sexy as fuck, and if you lined Bahati up with the strippers that were at the reveal, she would have put a few of them to shame. Like theirs, I could see her ass from the front, but she didn’t give me long to wander because she did a spin, giving me a view of her ass spilling out of her lace panties. It was so fucking round, and the dimples in it waved as she made it clap subtly. Bahati could have easily been a dancer with the way she knew how to manipulate her body. The way she used to move used to have me brick as fuck, and it was a plus that she could do everything on my dick as well.
“Stop all that playin’ and come get this dick.”
I was hard, but not to my full potential. I was just as I was when the strippers popped their pussies in my face, but as soon as she put her mouth on my dick, I’d get where I needed to be.
She climbed onto the bed, and I could feel the heat from her center since she had both her legs on either side of mine. Using her knees, she climbed up my legs, not stopping until she was in my lap. When her damp pussy hit my boxers, she moaned. Her eyes were low with lust as she scanned my chest as if looking for something that belonged to her. Using my index finger, I traced the lace of her bra. Her chest heaved as she began slow grinding in my lap. The shea butter floated around my head from her moisturized skin. Bahati was a fucking dream to any nigga with eyes that loved chocolate, and it didn’t hurt that she oozed sex appeal. She knew how to use that shit too.
Leaning in, she began kissing my neck while continuing to dance in my lap. Her kisses were soft and wet, and I couldn’t lie about the shit not feeling good as fuck. Letting her do her thing, I grabbed her ass, squeezed it, and slapped it hard. She bit down on my neck before sucking on the bite. My dick had now grown to its full potential, and I was impressed with her ability to get me there without her needing to swallow my shit.
Reaching over, one hand still on her ass, I opened the nightstand and grabbed a condom.
“You don’t have to use one… We can have a baby, or you can pull out,” Bahati stated through her moans.
Bzz Bzz
She was sucking in another spot on my neck as one of the phones vibrated on the nightstand. Reaching for it, Bahati grabbed my face and tried kissing my lips, but I turned my head so that I could read the message. She didn’t let the slight rejection fuck up what she had going because she went back to biting and licking on my neck, winding her hips faster on my covered dick.
Solana
Shio. I have uncovered the camera so you could see I am going to bed.
The fifteen-word textmessage had my body stiffening and my dick deflating.
Bahati grabbed my face again, trying to kiss me, but this time, I let go of her ass and grabbed her wrist, making sure not to apply any pressure.
“What is it, Shio? I thought we were doing this. I can’t kiss you?”
Licking my lips, her essence suffocated me, but not in the way that Solana’s had.
