Page 3 of Another Night With Me

“No, am I supposed to?”

“Man, how you at my party but don’t know a nigga?”

“Ooo. You’re Niko?” I bashfully asked. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling no matter how much I tried.

“That’s crazy.” Niko playfully shook his head at me. “Yo’ fine ass came to my shit but didn’t know who the fuck I am.” Niko chuckled.

“I mean… you don’t know me either,” I teased him.

Niko licked his big lips sensually then said, “But I wanna get to know you.”

I could have died right there and then. I had to stop myself from acting like Natalie’s thirsty ass. I reminded myself I was that bitch, and Niko had to work for me. I was the fucking prize, not him. No matter how fine he was.

“You ain’t even ask me my name,” I sassily replied.

“I don’t need to ‘cause I already know you finna be my Mrs. But if it makes you feel better, what’s yo’ name, baby?” His voice was about to make me cum all over myself. The more I talked with Niko, the more open I found myself being with him.

“Yanna.” I stuck my hand out to shake his hand.

He grabbed my hand,brought it to his lips, and then he kissed the back of it. “I feel so fuckin’ blessed I got to meet yo’ pretty ass, Yanna.” Niko was a smooth ass nigga, and he had to know it. He was looking at me like he could see right through me. I felt vulnerable under his gaze.

I had never been happier for my deep brown skin than I was right now. My face would have been beat red if I was any lighter.

“Nice meeting you, too, Niko.”

“So, you finna chill with me?”

With an eyebrow raised, I asked, “Just me and you? Why you wanna chill with just me when you got an entire party full of people who came to celebrate you coming home?”

“Forreal, I ain’t even the type of nigga to say simp shit like this. But you got my full attention. I’m feeling yo’ vibe, and I love lookin’ at yo’ pretty ass. I’m a good judge of character. I know you a rare one. I can’t let you slip away.”

“Mmm-hmm. I hear you.” I played hard to get even though I knew I was finna stick under Niko as long as he wanted me to.

“Besides, I rather we had our own little party together rather than me sitting around a bunch of phony mutha fuckas. So, what’s up, Yanna? You kicking it with me?” The way he was looking at me, there was no way I could tell him no.

Niko had me feeling stuff I had never felt before. I wasn’t ready to let go of that just yet.

“Okay.” I gave him a light smile.

Niko wasn’t playing when he said he wanted us to have our own party. He shut the restaurant down. He refused to let anyone come in, and he had the music from the party coming through the speakers of Fire Hawks. We’d moved from the bar to one of the booths. We ended up eating and talking like two friends who’d known each other. After we ate, we started drinking, and next thing I knew, I was up winding my ass in front of Niko as he palmed my ass.

“I’m sayin’ you can move yo’ hips, but can you do that on a dick?” Niko asked with hunger in his voice.

Feeling my liquor, I giggled at his bluntness. “Of course,” I replied then bent over grabbing my ankles and made my ass cheeks clap.

Niko lifted up the back of my cover up, smacking my bare ass. My pussy clenched. I was past wet. At this point, my pussy was drenched. I wanted Niko to fuck me in the worst way.

“This little ass bathing suit can barely contain that fat ass pussy,” Niko said as his fingers glided over my pussy. “I gotta pool in my room. You tryna swim with a nigga?”

I looked over my shoulder at Niko who was focused on what his hands were doing between my legs. “Mmmm, Niko. You playing.” I moaned making my hips rotate my pussy on his fingers.

“I’m dead ass. I wanna see you in yo’ swimming suit. I would say we can go to the main pool, but I might lose my shit if a nigga look at you too long. Ion play about mines.”

“I’m yours?” I questioned as I pulled myself from Niko. I stood up, turning to face him.

“Not yet, but you finna be.”

“I hear you,” I told myself not to read into what he was saying too much. Niggas said anything when they wanted some pussy.