AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Chapter 8
After we finished ourhorse ride, we showered, had a quick dinner of jerk chicken, rice, and plantains, and then decided to party. This had been my first visit to Jamaica, and staying in an all-inclusive resort. Being here had already become a second home as I became acclimated to this city's easy-going, laid-back culture. I was usually in bed by ten, and we were headed out to one of the bars on the resort after eleven. “I can’t believe I’m about to party this time of night.”
“This time of night? The best parties don’t get crunked until after midnight. I sure hope this week makes you change some things. I bet you’re usually in bed by ten, and you’re too young for that shit.”
“I plead the fifth.” As we walked, I picked up his hand, and he entwined them effortlessly. And I finally leaned my head on his shoulder the way I wanted the night we met.
“Let’s go in and see if we like the vibe. If not, we’ll find another bar or go back to the suite. Stay up and find a movie.”
“I love that plan.” I smiled, feeling a happiness I hadn’t experienced since Nico. Seeing Nico with another woman hurt. Not just another woman but a woman he planned to marry devastated me in ways I still can’t explain. I wanted to shake him viciously and remind him that he was supposed to be my husband. Every time I thought of Nico, I regretted what could’ve been. Bakari gave me hope of finding love again and what could be.
The first club we entered played a nice mix of old and new hits, and Bakari and I danced through several songs. Nico wasn’t into dancing, so whenever we wanted to do something other than dinner and a movie, we would scour social media for fun activities in the city. He reminded me to live. And until Bakari, I’d forgotten that there was more to life than work and bills.
Bakari leaned to whisper in my ear, “I see a place to sit in the back. I need a drink.”
I nodded and followed him to the back of the club to a red loveseat. He had nice shoulders, although not quite as broad as Nico’s.Stop! Stop comparing the two men and enjoy the present.I was slowly driving myself insane by comparing two very different men. Besides, Nico probably wasn’t thinking about me anyway.
Once we sat down in the dimly lighted area, a Rastafarian sitting in a chair on the other side of Bakari offered him a blunt. “On the house, mon.”
Bakari still passed him a bill. “Thanks.” He then placed the blunt in his mouth, and the guy lit it. Within seconds, Bakari blew out smoke. “This is what was missing.”
I moved my shoulders to the beat, debating whether to try marijuana. My brother used to smoke so much when we were roommates a few years ago. I’m surprised he didn’t kill off his and my brain cells from secondhand smoke. Back then, I had no desire. Yet wanting to be different includes getting high, right? Bakari must have sensed my indecision as he passed me the blunt. “You smoke?”
I placed the tip of the rolled-up blunt near my mouth. “No.”
He grinned. “You do now.”
“Why the hell not,” I exclaimed. “My job doesn’t do drug screens anyway. But do me a favor. Let me watch you inhale again.”
Bakari complied. Before he could blow it out, I slid onto his lap and inhaled the smoke from his mouth. He moaned as I kissed him and straddled his growing erection. Bakari curved one arm around my waist, and he continued to inhale and release smoke into me. The longer we smoked and the music played, I found myself floating higher and higher until I was weightless. I swayed against his dick, pressing my bosom into his face. I looked down into his lustful gaze. “Fuck me.”
Without hesitation, he pushed down my strapless dress and bra, freeing my breasts. I grasped and tangled my hands in his thick hair pressing him deeper into me. We were in the back of the dark club, and the flashing red and blue lights only enhanced the sultriness of the moment. Anyone watching us closely could see my bare back, and those on the side of us could probably see my protruding nipples whenever it wasn’t buried in his mouth. I reached down in between us to rub on his erection. Needing him inside me like yesterday. “Please tell me you have a condom because if you don’t, I might make some irresponsible choices tonight.”
He moaned in my mouth as he lifted us off the chair enough to get his wallet out of his pocket. I unbuttoned his pants and slipped my hands inside his underwear to grasp his smooth, pulsating hardness. I took the black plastic square of protection from his hand, and Bakari watched me as I used my mouth to place the rubber on his now exposed dick. Neither of us cared if people watched us or not. He captured my lips with his mouth when I raised my head. His tongue dipped in and out of my mouth while I mounted him, delighting in the feel of his thickness slowly filling me up.
We undulated and circled our hips in unison to the mesmerizing sensual beats of the island music. Our movements matched our arduous tongues. He tasted like the sweetest nectar from a flower. His natural citrusy scent and masculine earthy cologne made my mouth water; he smelled so damn delicious. And the way he thrust masterfully, entirely in command of his body despite our cannabis-fueled high, electrified my pussy. I clamped down on my surging fire, wanting to prolong the most erotic of connections forever if I had my wish.
He urged and pleaded with me to come while kissing and fucking me incessantly, thoroughly. His right hand tangled in my hair, jerked my head back to lick my neck, and then he used his other hand to lift my plump breast to his mouth. The cool air and feel of his lips on my hot flesh spurred my slow grind to an increasingly frantic pace. I hugged his neck as he gripped my waist with his strong hands and held me in place to pound me over and over into ecstatic oblivion.
