The scene was all too familiar.
I was just getting ready to flip through her sketchbook when my view was obstructed by a box of condoms falling on top of it, prompting me to peek up and find Londyn in… next to nothing. The bra from the car had been replaced with one much lacier and panties to match, her hair had been pulled up into a high bun, and her skin was now scented with something that damn near had my stomach growling with hunger.
A hunger for her.
Before I became too content just looking at her fine ass for the rest of the night, I picked up the box of condoms and smirked. “Ribbed for her pleasure, huh?”
She shrugged, joining me on the couch when she replied, “If I’m supplying the condoms, they’re gonna be what I want. Not some golden ticket, artificial ego boost… or maybe not artificial.”
Just that quickly, she was already back to what she had started in the car, running a hand against my dick that was practically begging to be freed; begging for her. And she took complete advantage of that fact when she finally got my jeans unzipped, slipping a hand inside of my boxers for a feel as she said, “Damn, Chance. No wonder all those girls were on you back then. All this dick and you probably didn’t even know what to do with it.”
“Don’t even trip. I’ve perfected my craft now,” I told her confidently with a lick of my lips, enjoying the feel of her hand wrapped around my dick a little too much.
But then she took it to the next level, licking her lips the same way I had when she replied, “Yeah? Well so have I.” Before pulling me free and replacing her hand with her hot ass, wet ass mouth.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my head sunk against the back of her couch as she took me completely, not even gagging when I felt the tip hit the back of her throat. In fact, it seemed as if that was her goal; to swallow me whole and never let my dick see the light of day ever again.
What a hell of a goodbye.
As long as whatever she was doing never stopped, she could have my dick. I mean, it was clear she knew how to take good care of it, it was going to a good home, and… what the fuck am I even talking about?
Her head game had me giving my dick up to her for adoption and it was clear she was just getting started as she teasingly swirled her tongue around the tip before taking me whole once again, making my toes scrunch in my socks and my thighs tighten under her grip.
I had to do something.
Instead of letting her have complete control, letting her have all the fun, I slipped a hand into her panties, quickly discovering her pussy was just as wet as her mouth. My fingers against her clit had her breaking the rhythm of her bobbing to moan in response to my touch, which really only made things better for me since her moaning around my dick felt just as good as everything else she was doing. But it seemed as if not being in control wasn’t her thing when her mouth abandoned my dick, instead stroking it in her hand as she moved her mouth to my balls. And in that moment, I learned a valuable lesson.
The devil doesn’t play fair.
Between her stroking my dick with one hand, cupping and licking my balls with the other, and her wet pussy gushing against my fingertips, my senses were at max capacity, everything tingling all over in a way I had never experienced before. But I knew one thing; baby girl was going to get hers before I got mine no matter what I had to do to make it happen, even if that meant never getting my own.
With a new determination, I found the strength to slip the upper half of my body towards the lower half of hers, aligning my face with her pussy before pushing her panties to the side and pulling it straight to my face. But even that had me back on the clouds since she smelled so fuckin’ good and tasted even better, my tongue going crazy against her clit in search of every drop of her essence.
“Oh fuck,” she growled, completely ceasing her own operations to focus on what I was doing to her. And I was sure to terrorize her the same way she had done to me, licking and sucking her swollen pearl with precision until she begged, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Truth be told, I never wanted to stop. And I didn’t want her to stop doing what she was doing either. But we had to stop if I was ever going to get inside of her. So instead of delaying that any further, I didn’t follow her request, on another mission of my own when I slipped from under her to grab the condoms and told her what I was sure she was dying to hear.
“I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.”
“Not if I ride the shit out of you first,” she quickly fired back, falling against the couch before reaching to pull her panties off and tossing them at the back of my head the second I turned around.
Real cute.
“Man, I can tell you been fuckin’ with some lame niggas around here cause you talk way too much shit. You ain’t runnin’ nothin’, Londyn,” I said as I got rid of my clothes, excited to strap up just so I could shut all that shit down.
But she wasn’t at all pressed by my challenge, instead keeping one finger between her teeth while rubbing another finger against her clit like she was keeping it warm for me when she replied, “Oh, I’m definitely running shit, Chance. Which is exactly why you had to distract yourself with my pussy. So you wouldn’t bust prematurely.”
“See what I mean? I’m about to fuck you up,” I told her the second I slipped the condom on, the texture catching me off-guard until I remembered her little spiel about them being how she wanted. But it really didn’t matter what kind of condoms she had, she was about to get the best dick of her life regardless.
Of course her ass couldn’t help egging me on, her eyes tight when she said, “I dare you.” And with that, it was game on as I yanked her up from the couch and bent her over the arm of it before slamming into her from behind, causing a succession of expletives to fall from her lips.
Music to my ears.
She was just barely hanging onto her tippy toes as I kept her where I wanted her with one hand gently around her neck and the other firmly at her waist, pounding out every single bit of bravado she came into this shit with. And I wasn’t letting up until she admitted how wrong she was, tightening my grip on her neck just slightly when I growled, “Now who runs this shit, Londyn?”
“I… fuckkkk.”
“What was that?” I asked, giving hard, fast strokes that I knew she wouldn’t be able to respond to. And I really didn’t need her to, my point already made with every scream and hissed curse word as she did her best to hold her own.
I would’ve been lying if I said she wasn’t, every stroke I was delivering feeling just as good to me as it obviously felt to her. And just when I got comfortable being in control, comfortable listening to the steady sounds of our skin smacking together mixed with her little moans of satisfaction, Londyn moved my hand from her neck to her mouth, sucking and biting on my fingers as she started throwing her ass back against me.
“This freaky ass mothafucka,” I thought, trying to stay focused as my dick started hitting places it hadn’t yet reached; like she had suddenly opened a trap door in her pussy to let me slide in deeper. And my dick was happy as hell to be there; maybe a little too happy since I felt some precum beginning to seep out.
“Shit,” I hissed, trying my best to hold off though I really had no control. And I was beyond relieved when I heard Londyn scream, “Fuck, I’m cummin’!” Her announcement along with the throbbing from her orgasm around my dick not giving me much of a choice but to join her.
Somehow it still felt like a notch in the win column, especially since my lack of preparation hadn’t stopped us before we could even get started. And considering how much cum was in the latex when I peeled it off, enough to make a boatload of pretty little hazel-eyed babies, the first thing I said was, “Thank God for condoms.”
“Especially ribbed ones,” Londyn added with a breathy chuckle, making me chuckle right with her as I followed her towards what I assumed was the bathroom to dispose of the evidence. Though once we were there, I couldn’t help stopping to take a moment and appreciate
how fuckin’ gorgeous she was, the afterglow from our sex only making her that much more radiant.
Because Lucifer was an angel first, right?
“Chance, how can you possibly be thinking so hard about anything already?”
“Huh?” I asked, snapping out of my thoughts to find Londyn now wrapped in a silky, black robe.
She released her bun that was mostly destroyed anyway, letting her braids fall back against her shoulders when she explained, “Your face. I can tell you’re thinking hard about somethin’, so what is it?”
Since calling her a devil to her face didn’t seem like the best idea, I came up with something better, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind and watching her giddy reaction in the mirror as I answered, “I was thinking… about how hard it’s gonna be to keep my hands to myself at brunch tomorrow now that I know you’re workin’ with all this.”
Acknowledging how attractive she was was one thing. But knowing exactly what sat underneath whatever she planned to wear tomorrow, watching her eat knowing just how good her mouth felt wrapped around my dick…
I quickly found myself back lost in thought until she laughed and insisted, “I really doubt you’ll have a problem with that.”
“You sound so sure,” I said, landing a kiss against the nape of her neck that made her squeal out of my hold.
And with her arms crossed over her chest, she replied, “Because I am so sure. Now do you know how to get back to your hotel from here, or do you need some directions?”
“Damn, you’re already kickin’ me out?” I asked teasingly as I made my way back to the front room to get my clothes.
Londyn was right on my heels, her voice laced with amusement when she answered, “No. I’m just sending you to the place that has a bed you can sleep in because you’re not sleeping in mine.”
“We don’t have to sleep,” I suggested, more than willing to get rid of the boxers I had just put on for a round two.
But instead of taking me up on my offer, she only groaned, “Chance…”
I shook my head, grabbing my shirt and jeans as I rattled, “And here I thought you were really ‘bout that life. I swear y’all love talking all that shit just to get us hyped and never actually wanna back it up. I’ma ride your dick, I’ma snatch your soul, blah, blah, blah shut the fuck up...”
“Chance!” she screeched, stopping me mid-pants leg to threaten, “I will literally ruin your life right now. So don’t tempt me.”
The fact that she was challenging me - again - only had me right back fired up. And even though I had no idea what kind of trouble I was getting myself into, that still didn’t stop me from replying, “Don’t tempt you? Shit, in that case, I dare you.”
Londyn
He had a key to my place.
The man had earned himself a key - albeit, temporary - to my place after dicking me down so good I wanted to thank his mama the second I walked into the house that was surprisingly back in regular condition after last night’s festivities. I still couldn’t believe how out of control things had gotten, a step beyond what I had experienced myself while I was there according to Eric’s Snapchat story. But since my reason for ducking out early had led to a night I couldn’t forget if I wanted to, I was just glad everyone - including myself - had had a good time.
Well, everyone except for my best friend Khalid since he had to miss it for work. But at least he was joining us for brunch, catching the recap stories that probably sounded unbelievable until he saw all the pictures and videos that backed them up.
He was watching Eric’s Snapchat for at least the fourth time when he said, “My boo Miss. Annie was really turnt the fuck up. I swear I would marry that woman if she’d let me.”
While I knew his obsession with my mother was rightfully rooted in how gorgeous she was, it still never failed to disgust me. “First of all, that’s gross. Second of all, my mom was completely out of control. I mean, twerkin’ on Auntie Sheri’s Facebook Live? For all of their former coworkers to see?”
Instead of agreeing, he only laughed. “You couldn’t even tell it was her in that damn onesie.”
“They were literally chanting “Go Annie”,” I reminded him, knowing if nothing else that made it the most obvious.
“Enough about them though, where the hell were you at?” he asked, the question making me cringe since the answer was… complicated.
“I went home early,” I answered plainly, taking a sip of the mimosa that was way more champagne than orange juice.
How they were able to drink anything other than water after last night, I wasn’t sure. But no matter how much I focused on them and their business, Khalid was still focused on me and mine when he mocked, “I went home early.” Making me roll my eyes as he continued, “I know your mom wasn’t lettin’ you leave the party early without a good reason, so…”
“Chance Washington.”
His face scrunched when he leaned in and repeated, “Chance Washington? Eric’s homie? I thought he lived out of town somewhere.”
With my glass near my lips, I explained, “He does. But he’s here on an assignment for work and we had... quite a night. I actually left him at my house this morning since his ass was sleeping like a log on my couch, and the both of us showing up late together wouldn’t have been a good look.”
“The both of y’all leaving the party early together probably wasn’t the best look either, but that sure didn’t stop you,” Khalid challenged, only making me cringe yet again since… he was right.
Still, I somehow found a way to defend my actions when I replied, “It was his fault! I was, you know, playing it cool, taking it easy, keepin’ it cute, not tryna be too thirsty. Then he told my mom - not me, my mom - that he was giving me a ride home so… I went with it. Everybody was so drunk by then, I’m sure no one even noticed we were gone.”
“Nah, that’s just what you hope. And with a house full of aunties, you know somebody’s nosey ass peeped game,” he said, once again being spot on. Though I, at least, knew exactly who that person was.
How much of it she remembered was the question.
“I mean, he told my mom so she knew of course. But she was also good and faded by then, not to mention she was wrapped up in some new dude named Stevie who I just met for the first time last night. He’s probably still around here somewhere,” I said, peeking around the tame crowd of familiar faces and not immediately finding him… or my mother.
There were only a few conclusions that could explain their absence together. And while I was already busy being grossed out by the possibilities, Khalid’s face went into a pout. “What? My baby was cheatin’ on me last night? You ain’t tell me all that.”
“Boy, shut up,” I said with a laugh, tossing a hand at him before I took another sip of my mimosa.
But Khalid was still selling his sadness, putting a hand to his chest in mourning when he asked, “My heart is broken and that’s all you got? You ain’t a real one, LoLo.”
Once again, I could only laugh at how ridiculous he was being. Though I was also quick to remind him, “Dude, I got your ungrateful ass a job and I’m not real?”
His little brokenhearted act fell instantly as he reached to steal a piece of bacon from what was left on my plate and replied, “That overnight rent-a-cop shit is kinda trash though. I mean, I can only watch so many videos on YouTube before I start dozing off at the desk. Which, by the way, did you know male seahorses give birth? Like two thousand little niggas at a time too!”
This time, I really bust out laughing at his enthusiasm. “Khalid, why the hell were you even watching that?”
He shrugged, shaking his head as he explained, “Boredom will lead you down quite a dark path.” Making me shake my head to agree as I listened to him go on. “But, let me be clear. I’m definitely grateful you hooked me up down at your spot. So thank you, Londyn,” he sang, reaching over to give me a little kiss on the cheek that made me wrinkle my nose in faux-disgust.
When I first met Khalid back
in college years ago, that kiss might’ve set my whole little world on fire. He was the finest dude on my coed dorm floor with abs out of this world since he always seemed to have his shirt off, a personality made for entertainment, and struggle locs he had just started with the school year.
Since I just so happened to be the only girl around who knew how to give a good retwist without charging him much of anything, we became friends fast. And then I developed a crush that Khalid played into on occasion until being forced to set me straight; admitting that while he found me attractive too, he valued the friendship we had developed too much to mess that up.
Back then, I didn’t fully understand it. Went through the whole, “what’s wrong with me” to, “he must be on the down low” back to, “what’s wrong with me” thing. But as the years passed, I was glad I hadn’t pressed it beyond that since the friendship we had now was truly irreplaceable. Not to mention, Khalid was a borderline fuckboy who had dropped out after our sophomore year to pursue a music career that never quite manifested beyond the local scene. But at least he was still doing okay for himself, and he was still my annoying ass best friend that I could talk to about whatever, and my skills over the years had led him to a beautiful head of hair.
In fact, I couldn’t help tugging at one of the free locs resting beyond his shoulders when I replied, “You’re welcome, Khalid.” But then I almost yanked it out completely once I looked beyond him and saw who was finally making an appearance, looking even better than I’d left him this morning now that he was all cleaned up. “Oh God, he’s here. How do I look?” I asked, sitting up a little straighter in my seat as I watched him and Eric laugh it up about something.
“As ugly as usual since you wanna pull my damn hair out,” Khalid grunted, checking his roots before peeking in the direction I was looking to ask, “Has this nigga always looked like Odell Beckham without the blonde, or am I trippin’?”
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