“Fuck,” she whimpered against my lips.
The waves crashing played as the background music to her moans, as I put her legs over my shoulders to pound her pussy. She stared into my eyes, biting her sexy lip, and that shit almost made me bust.
“Ricky,” she whimpered, just before releasing on me.
Chapter Seven: Draylah
Ricky lifted me off of him, and then laid back flat in the sand, as I tried to come back from my orgasm.
“Put that pussy in my mouth, baby,” he demanded, so I crawled up him, moved my thong back to the side, and began to ride his face.
Ricky gripped my ass cheeks, forcing my pussy more into his mouth as he gently sucked on my clit. Leaning forward some, I pressed my hands deeply into the soft sand as he attacked my pussy like it was his favorite meal. His sexy moans, coupled with the sound of slurping turned me on so fucking much. My body tensed up as I felt my orgasm rise, just as more waves crashed onto the shore behind us.
“Mmm.” My voice fluttered as I exploded over his lips. He continued French kissing my pussy passionately but gently, as my body jerked and gyrated slightly.
Abruptly, he put me on my knees and had my face damn near in the sand. Holding my ass cheeks apart, he pushed his way back inside me and fucked me so deeply and hard that our skin smacking echoed over the large beach. Biting down on my lip, I stared out into the dark water, just enjoying the hell out of everything right now. The night air was cold, but because Ricky was fucking me senseless from the back, my body was sweating. The contrast made the temperature perfect.
“Shit,” Ricky grumbled, beating my pussy to a pulp doggy-style. I looked behind myself at him, and the sight of his defined abs flexing was so sexy. The back shots he was hitting me with right now, as he held firmly onto my ass, almost had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
He smacked and gripped my ass so damn aggressively, following it with a severe pounding that made me cum instantaneously. He was right behind me, filling me up with his seeds.
For a little bit, we stayed in position, panting as if we’d been under the ocean. Ricky kissed down my back while groping and massaging on my ass, which made me bite my lip. Finally he pulled out, and when I looked at him he smiled at me. He bent down to kiss my pussy from the back a little bit, and when he was done I got out of position.
“Look how you got my shit glistening. I love when you cum like that,” he commented, before we kissed one another nastily and hungrily. “I fucking love yo’ ass, Draylah.”
“I love you more,” I whispered in between kisses as the violent wind blew through my hair. It was cold, but we didn’t care as we stood out there in the sand on our knees, kissing one another like it’d be the last time.
We fixed ourselves up and Ricky carried me bridal style all the way back to the room. I loved when he did things like that. He could be so loving with his crazy ass. And thankfully, it was late so weren’t too many people out to bother us and take pictures.
When we made it up to the suite, we got in the bath together in the big ass tub with mirrors all around it, as music played. I straddled him while in the tub, as his big hands caressed my hot and naked body. He sucked slowly on my nipples, making me bite my lip at the feeling, while he groped my ass. He spanked me hard, and because I was wet due to being in the tub, the feeling of it was much more intense.
Once he had his fix on my nipples, we began kissing hungrily. He then massaged my feet, my back, and washed me off, before cleaning himself. We ordered room service after he spread my lotion on me, and then ate the dinner together in robes and on the balcony.
“Thank you for this trip, baby,” I commented as I sipped the apple cider.
“Anything for you.”
“You love me?” I smirked at him.
“You know I do. I damn sure wouldn’t have been massaging them crusty ass feet if I didn’t.”
“Shut up,” I chuckled. “You love me, why? Looks aside.”
“Well shit then, I guess I don’t love yo’ ass if I gotta put the looks aside,” he replied with a stale expression. I was stuck for a moment before a cute closed mouth smile appeared on his face. “Nah, but I love you because you keep me in line, and you demand shit from me. All niggas need that shit, no matter how old they are.
And I love that you know how to be soft, vulnerable, and just womanly. Usually, these females can’t find a middle ground. They’re either too damn rough, or too fucking soft but not you. I love that you tell a nigga how you’re feeling, and ain’t embarrassed to admit shit that them old niggas have done to you. You’re strong as fuck, and I’m attracted to your ability to persevere. Then you a freak; ya pussy is good as fuck because you’re crazy as fuck.” We laughed together. “And I know you said not to mention it, but you’re pretty as hell. You got my dick hard just from looking at you from the very first time. Then you got your own business and shit… I could go all day.”
I just bore into Ricky’s eyes for a little bit because I wasn’t expecting him to say what he’d said. I wasn’t sure what I expected actually, but the things he’d just told me, had never been said to me before. I was just used to the same stuff men told me; that I was pretty and smart.
Getting out of my chair, I went around the table and straddled Ricky’s lap. He set his glass down, and circled his arms around my waist. His robe was open, so I opened mine as well to press our half naked bodies together, before I kissed his temple. I then kissed his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and then our lips connected.
***
Around 3 a.m. …
I heard a phone chime, so I woke up and lifted my iPhone from the nightstand. When I saw I had some emails and texts, I knew it wasn’t mine because the ringtone didn’t match the notifications. Looking over my shoulder, I saw one of Ricky’s phones was lit up, so I gently removed his arms from my body and got out of the bed. Rounding the large bed, I made it to his side and scooped the phone up.
I saw it was a DM from that same Malou girl, but since it was a simple ‘Hey,’ I didn’t have much to go on. I went and got my phone, then hopped onto Instagram to look at her page. It was a bunch of nothing, and then I remembered I always saw her username under Ricky’s pictures, commenting hearts and heart-eyed emojis. I thought she was just a fan before, and didn’t put two and two together that she was that actress from some years ago. But now it was all making sense; the comments, the likes, the DM, and showing up to Ricky’s recreation center.
Tapping Ricky as I laid back down, I waited until he opened his eyes and asked, “Who is this bitch to you?” My screen was bright as hell as I shoved it in his face, so he squinted his eyes.
He glanced to the top of my phone where the time was, and said, “Draylah, you woke me at 3:12 a.m. to ask me about a bitch?”
“I did, now who is she?”
“A bitch.” He turned his back to me.
That wasn’t enough for me, so I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, making him groan out of frustration.
“Tell me what you did with her? She’s not this thirsty just because, Frederick.” I waited for his response, but when I saw he was dozing back off, I yelled, “Frederick! Tell me what y’all did!”
“I got some head from her once, and I tried to fuck her but got turned off in the middle of it.”
“So I don’t have to cut her?”
Chuckling softly, he tucked his lips and shook his head ‘no.’ I leaned down to kiss his lips a few times. I could feel him reaching down, and then finally he snatched his iPhone from my hand.
“Now get yo’ ass off me and go to sleep unless you about to suck my dick, Draylah.” He was serious as a heart attack.
I laughed and pecked him once more while caressing his facial hair, because he was just so damn fine I couldn’t help it. His vibrant caramel complexion, hooded sexy brown eyes, and full lips gave him that sexy yet gangsta appeal that I loved.
I fell to the side of him, and then he hugged my body from the back once I turned over. Ricky
claimed I didn’t have to cut that bitch for now, but I’d be watching her.
***
The next morning …
Ricky and I were going out for brunch, and during the walk over, I just couldn’t help but to take photos. Hawaii was such a beautiful place, yet nothing like I thought it was. I assumed it was one big beach, but it was actually pretty normal in some areas, with fast food places on the corner, and shabby neighborhoods nearby. But luckily, the island we chose wasn’t too touristy, and was filled with people who actually lived here with their slow driving asses.
The brunch was being held inside of our big ass hotel, which I was thankful for. This place we were staying in, the Waldorf, was so beautiful and had so much in it that it was easy to forget to actually go out.
“Aloha, two for Draylah Omari.” I gave the woman our reservation. If I left it up to Ricky, we wouldn’t have one.
“Aloha!” the chipper woman responded with a smile before focusing her attention on the reservation list. “Perfect, let me just have someone take you to your table.”
Someone walked up and then led us to the table we were to eat at. She took our drink orders, and for a little bit, Ricky and I just sat there while I took pictures of the large beach that we could see over the balcony.
“Where you get that damn dress?” Ricky inquired when I stood up to get a picture that didn’t include the top of the other guests’ heads.
“I bought it for the trip. You like it?” It was a simple maxi dress that was a halter and had a dip down the middle for cleavage. They said we had to dress up for the brunch, but we were told by some old couple who came here every year that the dress code in fact wasn’t strict.
“I like the way yo’ ass looks in it,” he responded before standing up. “Going to the bathroom; I’ll be right back.”
I nodded as I took a few more photos and then sat down. When I did, I saw I had a notification from Instagram, and it was a DM from yet another nigga. This rapper named Focus had been really trying, and I guess since Ricky and I had just gotten back on track, he didn’t know, or maybe he liked a challenge that could end in death.
FocusLyrics: Good morning beautiful, you look so gorgeous in those Hawaii photos. I was wondering if we could chill or I could get your number or something.
I was about to respond, but someone interrupted me.
“Aloha, beautiful. I’m going to be your waiter today, and here is the pitcher of water you ordered along with the orange juice and passion fruit juice. Now you can get up at any time to get your foo—Ah!” The man screeched as Ricky doused him with the cold ass water pitcher.
“Fuck you doing talking to my girl, bruh?” Ricky shoved him backward.
“Ricky, he’s the waiter!” I kept my mouth hung open in order to keep from laughing.
Looking the shivering man up and down with a glare, Ricky replied, “Make yo’self known next time, nigga. I don’t take kindly to muthafuckas smiling all up in my girl’s face.” The man nodded frantically. “Aight, good. My bad, bruh. Can we get some bread or something since you the damn waiter?” Ricky sat down like everything was fine.
“Yes, sure.” The man responded with a grateful smile. It was almost like he was happy Ricky hadn’t beaten his ass.
When the waiter walked off, the Black men sitting at the table next to us began to roar with laughter and applaud Ricky for what he’d done. I noticed their girls and wives watching Ricky lustfully, clearly eager for some thug passion. But they were gon’ get some cut-a-bitch passion fucking with mine.
“Baby, why did you do that?” I chuckled.
“I don’t like niggas that ain’t me, making you smile, so that shit pissed me off. I ain’t know the nigga worked here though.” He shrugged, sipping his juice. “Shit is good as fuck.” He lifted the juice to show me.
This nigga really didn’t think what he did was a big deal. And I guess it wasn’t, considering the way he usually handled niggas who liked me.
Focus and all these other men had better learn really quickly because it was obvious Ricky played no games when it came to me. Hell, at least the poor waiter got off easy, and even got somewhat of an apology.
Chapter Eight: Kattlyn
Back in Los Angeles …
Draylah would be back tomorrow, and while she was gone, Ricky’s assistant Dakota and I had been running the shop together. I didn’t realize how much Draylah had to do around the shop, outside of brows, until she trained me a couple weeks before leaving to go to Hawaii.
Dakota was cool, but I had my suspicions about her and her feelings towards Ricky. I got the impression that she was interested in him, but trying to pass it off as if she just cared about his career and well-being. The whole time Ricky and Draylah had been gone, which wasn’t even a week, she’d been talking about Ricky and how much stuff he had to do. Almost like she was hinting at the fact that Draylah was a distraction and Ricky didn’t need to be away.
“Okay, are you done with these boxes here?” I asked Dakota. I was about to let Yavanna, one of the three girls Draylah hired to do brows as well, out of the shop since we were closing.
“Yeah, I’m done,” Dakota sighed. Bitch was gonna be depressed until Ricky got back I guess.
I walked Yavanna to the front, and as I opened the door to let her out, Isla appeared. I chuckled after saying ‘bye’ to Yavanna, and tried to close the door, but Isla put her hand there.
“You better move unless you want a part two of the last time,” I warned her, looking her dead in the eyes. It was then I noticed how sad they looked, but I didn’t care.
“I just want to talk, Kattlyn; ask you for a favor.”
“Me? For a favor?” I laughed. She had to be kidding me. There is absolutely nothing she could do to convince me to perform any kind of favors for her.
“Yes. I’m sure you know that Micah has separated my son and me, and I need you to talk to him about it. I need to see my baby, Kattlyn. I don’t think you have children, but if you do, then you understand.”
“I don’t know anything about that. And what makes you think I have enough clout over Micah to convince him to do anything regarding his child?”
“You convinced him to stop loving me, the woman he’s loved all of his life, so I’m sure this would be a piece of cake for you.”
“I didn’t convince him to do anything. All I was told was that the situation was over with. I don’t have any details, and frankly, I’d like to keep it that way. Plus, it didn’t seem like you wanted your man that much anyway.” I cocked my head. From the look on her face, I could tell she wanted to hit me, but she knew better.
“Whatever you two have going on will not last. I have been with Micah since before he was this big rap star. He’s never been able to leave me alone before, and I’m sure he won’t be able to now. And I’ll be keeping my eye on you.”
“Great, have a good night.” I pushed her back some and then yanked the door closed so that I could lock it.
She didn’t scare me one bit, but a part of me wondered if she’d actually be watching me. I didn’t know her at all and didn’t know what kind of connections she had. And as big as Los Angeles was, it seemed like still everybody knew everybody. If she found out I was a prostitute and then told MG, I was sure whatever we had would be over.
I didn’t think that I was interested in more than some constant dick from him, but since I’d been holding out, we’d been forced to bond in other ways. I found myself liking him, and actually looked forward to talking to him every day. It wasn’t like I wanted to marry the man tomorrow, but I definitely wasn’t ready for him to be snatched from me just yet. But if Isla did come between us, I would whoop her ass so good that she’d never snoop on another bitch again.
“Who was that?” Dakota came into the front wearing that same somber expression she’d been wearing for the past four days.
“Just a girl trying to get her brows done. I told her to make an appointment on the website since Draylah will be back tomorrow.”
I watched Dakota straighten the waiting area a little bit before I asked, “So do you like Ricky?”
Chuckling awkwardly, she said, “Umm, yeah, I like him. I’m his assistant. I kind of have to like him.”
“No, I mean like him as in you want to have sex with him, be with him; kind of like how he and Draylah are together.”
“What? Of course not! Ricky is like a brother to me and nothing more!”
“I was just asking because you seem to be a bit jealous over their vacation, which made me think a little bit.”
“Kattlyn, I am Ricky’s assistant. I just want to make sure that he is on the right track with his career. Ricky can get off track sometimes, especially when he doesn’t stay out of the streets. It’s nothing more to it. Just because I care a lot about him, does not mean I’m in love with him or something.”
The whole time Dakota spoke, she continued to straighten up, which was a telltale sign that someone was lying. But since she didn’t come right out and say it, I had nothing to really go back to Draylah with. And I didn’t like being that friend anyways, unless I had some hardcore proof on my hands.
After we finished cleaning the place, Dakota and I parted ways. I could sense that she wasn’t feeling me anymore after my little interrogation, but I really didn’t give a fuck. She and Isla could suck a fat one.
As I got into my car, I received a text from MG.
Micah: Gonna be at the studio tomorrow evening. You should come through.
Me: Will do.
I smiled as I dropped my phone in the passenger seat, and then sped home.
***
Studio loving … the crew
I pulled into the parking lot of the studio in Hollywood, and then just sat there for five minutes, observing my surroundings. I was so on edge that I had to be sure none of those hoes I worked with were around here. Kraze thought he had us in control to where we only worked one area, but because he was lazy a lot of times, it gave some of us the ability to run off and work better areas with higher paid men.
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