Page 13 of Bricked Up
“No, take them off right here in front of me. Aye, remember how you used to surprise me with a striptease when I came home for lunch? You would have a side of pussy ready for me with every meal. Gotdamn, I miss that shit. Sometimes I beat my dick to the memories while?—”
“Saadiq,” Zia frowned as she shook her head. “What the fuck do that got to do with right now. I’m not about to?—”
“Zia,” Saadiq rested a hand against the side of his face.
He was growing really tired of her non-cooperation.
He was trying to exercise patience, but the back and forth with her when all he could think about was fucking and loving on her was really blowing him.
“You know me. You know what typa nigga I am. The typa nigga I’ve always been.
So if you thought I was gon’ sit by idly while you go out on a date with another nigga while pissed at me, when you know I want you back, then you’re the only psychopath here.
Now sit down, slide your panties off, and hand ‘em here.”
Zia hated that he was right, but the last thing she was about to do was agree with him.
Instead, she sat down, quickly removed her panties, and started to throw them in his face.
But because she was so fucking turned on by this man and his bullshit antics, her panties were soaked, and some of her juices clung to the seat of the material and her hand.
Grinning, Saadiq adjusted the position of his dick before he leaned forward, snaked his long tongue out of his mouth, and licked and sucked on her panties and fingers just as his waiter returned.
Zia yanked her hand back so quickly that her panties landed in the lemon herb sauce of Saadiq’s stuffed mushrooms.
“Oh, my fucking God.”
Laughing, Saadiq grabbed the panties, licked the butter sauce from the seat of them, slipped them into the pocket of his button-down, and reached for the menu.
“Are you ready to order, sir?” Jay asked as he glanced from Saadiq to Zia with a big ass grin dancing across his face.
Zia was blushing, soaking her thighs, and embarrassed all at the same time as she quickly avoided contact with the man.
“Nah bruh, ya ain’t got this sexy ass woman’s pussy on the menu that’s sitting across from me. So I’mma need some more time.”
“No worries. I understand. I’ll be back shortly.” He walked away chuckling.
“I am so fucking embarrassed, and you are so fucking nasty.” She lowered her head slightly and licked her lips. “I’m going back to my date and would appreciate it if?—”
“Put these on and you can go,” Saadiq said as he pulled some vibrating panties from the pocket of his shirt and held them out to her.
“Oh, hell no. You are outta your gotdamn mind if you think I’m about to put on these damn vibrating panties right now. Especially when you got the muthafuckin’ remote, Zia shook her head. “No, Saadiq. I am not?—”
Saadiq nodded as he drained the last of his drink, then leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“Yo’ sexy ass got two choices, Zia. You can either put the panties on, or I can sit ya fat pussy having ass on this table and put them on you myself.
” He kissed her neck, then asked, “What’s it gonna be, gorgeous? ”
It annoyed Zia to no end that Saadiq still knew her and her body so well.
He knew she was down to get freaky in public, but only in very discreet doses.
Saadiq, however, loved to push the envelope.
He feared nothing and loved the thrill of doing what he wanted when he wanted.
But because he’s giving her just as many orgasms in public as he had in private, Zia knew not to test him because the nigga didn’t play fair.
He played to win, never missed, and knew she got off on the shit just as much as he did.
Snatching the panties, she slipped them on and rolled her eyes as she slipped out of the booth.
“You’re such a bastard.”
“Thank you! Enjoy your date, baby.”
Zia stuck her middle finger up and walked away when a deep sucking vibration against her clit forced her to stop suddenly and brace herself against the nearest wall for support.
Just as quickly as the vibration started, it stopped. Refusing to turn around to give Saadiq’s ass the satisfaction, Zia shook off the intensity of the pleasure as best she could and headed back to her table.
“There you are, I was on my way back to the restroom to make sure you were good. Is your family straight?” he asked as genuine concern flashed across his face.
“No, there was an incident and I really need to—Ohhhh! Mmmm! Shit!” Zia clutched the table as she quickly sat down and squeezed her thighs together until the vibrations stopped. “Fuck!”
Zia was thankful that the restaurant was so noisy and dimly lit, which acted as a shield of sorts, but knowing that she was loud as fuck whenever she played in her pussy or was getting fucked, she tried to stifle her cries of pleasure as much as possible.
“Zia, what’s wrong, baby? What the hell is happening?” Raymond asked frantically as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Should I go get someone or call the paramedics?”
“Nooo, don’t call anyone,” She grabbed his free hand as a much higher and faster vibration shot through her coochie.
“I’m so embarrassed to say this, but I’m suddenly cramping so bad I can’t see straight.
” She lied through gritted teeth as her body yanked her toward one hell of an orgasm.
“Oh God! Fuckkk! Raymond, please go. I’ll call you when I get home and ohhhhhh!
Make everything up to you.” She whimpered as the speed of the vibrations started coming faster.
Zia held her stomach and pretended to double over in pain as her nut closed in on her.
“Okay,” Raymond nodded as he stood. Though he was genuinely concerned about Zia, Raymond was also confused, annoyed, and pissed that his plans for the night was shot to shit. “But are you sure you don’t want me to help you back to the bathroom, get help, or?—”
“Rayyyyy,” Zia slapped a hand against the table as her knees began shaking, and she started squirting as the vibrations in the panties seemed to go into overdrive.
“Just goooo! Aghhhhh!” Her toes curled as she tried to squeeze her legs even tighter.
“This is so fucking embarrassing. Please go. I’m so sorry. ”
Nodding, Raymond hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his phone and headed for the exit. He looked back once but kept going like she asked.
“Ooooouuu shittt!” She grabbed the table with both hands and tried to rock into the vibrations as discreetly as possible until an orgasm slammed against her so hard, the impact forced her back against the seat.
Quickly, she attempted to remove the panties when the vibrations suddenly stopped.
Expelling a deep breath, she sighed as she reclined her head against the back of the booth.
A few minutes later, a grinning Saadiq approached her and handed her a handful of paper towels. “Damn baby, you came hard as fuck. I know ya super soaker pussy soaked up that whole seat, didn’t it?”
Snatching the towels from him, Zia stood, cleaned the seat, and made her way toward the restroom. After removing the panties and cleaning herself, she quickly made a beeline for the exit.
Thankful that Saadiq was nowhere in sight at the moment, Zia rushed toward her ride when she was suddenly snatched up by Saadiq and carried toward the back of the parking lot where he’d parked his Yukon rental.
“Saadiq, I will bite the fuck outta you if you don’t put me down.” She fussed and tussled with him the whole way.
“Gon’ ‘head. But you better follow it up with some kissing, sucking, and licking or we gon’ have a problem.” He closed in on his ride, rounded to the passenger side, and slid her inside. He quickly buckled her in, slammed the door, and drove off toward the highway.
“Saadiq, where the fuck are you taking me?” She sighed and tried to think of anything but Saadiq so her clit would stop beating like it was performing a drum solo. “Also, I drove myself here, by the way. If these people tow my truck, I’mma be pissed and I’m gonna take it out on you.”
“I’ll have you back before this restaurant closes. We’re just going to take a trip down memory lane.”
“If it’s that simple, why didn’t you just ask me out, Saadiq?
Why run my date off and ruin my night? You’re acting like I forgave you for hurting me and that we’re back together.
And that everything is all good between us.
Don’t you think that you’ve hurt me enough?
” she asked, attempting to keep the frustration out of her tone.
Saadiq sucked his teeth and then released a dry, sarcastic chuckle.
He took a deep breath before finally deciding to respond.
“Zia baby, for the millionth time, I never cheated on you. And even if I have to go to the ends of the earth to figure out who set us up and why, I’m gonna prove it to you.
I didn’t hurt you. I swear on my parents' graves, I didn’t hurt you.
But you don’t believe me, which is why you’ve been avoiding me, ignoring me, and trying to numb your feelings for me.
You hate that it’s been so easy for you to give yourself to me and to admit that you still love me and wanna be with me.
You’re terrified of trusting me with your heart again.
Shit, it took me a hella of time getting that brick wall down the first time, you didn’t think I was gon’ notice that you rebuilt that muthafucka with reinforcements? ”
Shrugging, Zia turned toward the window and let a quick smile slip before saying, “I’m not sure I even know what you’re talking about.”