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CHAPTER 2

M artavious “Drill” Washington

Taking my shot of Patron to the head, I lowered my lids at Akira’s fine ass at the bar. I’d been staring at her pretty ass all fucking night. Every time she moved, batted her eye lashes and observed the club, my dick twitched in my Amiri boxer briefs. Her fine ass knew she was teasing a nigga on purpose, because the second we locked eyes, I knew I wanted to be raw deep inside her pussy, deep stroking it, marking my territory.

“You gotta role play, that’s how Jalisa and I keep shit spontaneous.”

Lucky’s voice marinated in the back of my head. Since we linked up, after finding out he was cool with my pig ass probation officer Swanky, I had my guard up for a while because in my eyes, all pigs roll around in the same shit, so I couldn’t be too buddy buddy around that nigga. It took hitting a blunt with him, chopping it up and kicking with him off the clock to see that he was a laid-back pig instead of a sloppy one without his badge. When he and Jalisa presented the idea of Akira and I going to this place called Lover’s Island, I declined it. Of course, for obvious reasons, in spite of it being hard for a nigga to travel on papers they gave me some leeway though, an oath to a no smoking policy and a rapid piss test once I get back to the states. The petty ass judge tried to throw in forty-eight hours of community service, but my lawyer wasn’t going for that. I was straight with the piss test because it ain’t shit for me to pass a piss test.

Princess put me on game not too long after meeting Lucky. I knew about Jalisa, but her husband rarely came around. I never cared about what other people got into in the bedroom, because shit like that doesn’t get my dick hard, and my curiosity never sparked a flame to question it. Even when Princess mentioned sharing more information than I cared to know, I still listened to stay engaged. This was some wild ass, top-notch rich folks, ass shit. All long, I thought I was a freaky ass nigga, but after hearing the shit they got into took the cake. The mention of Lover's Island drew a blank on Google, making me think it was a hoax. However, stepping off the plane with Princess, I witnessed the hidden island's beauty firsthand; a stunning, undisclosed location. The spot was nice and ducked off, but nothing I’d do again, but to have the experience on my pallet was nice.

I knew what type of shit this place was on when we arrived at the club. At the door, they took our phones and offered ecstasy pills. Akira looked at me for approval, but I told her not to take it, at least not right now. When weed and brown liquor gets in her system, she gets horny and does the craziest shit. Though this was the place, it wasn’t the time. I wanted her to be in the comfort of her home if she took it. I was cool for now myself; I smoked on some weed and this lil’ bottle of Patron had me on my level for now. It was the only way I could play along with this crazy ass role play shit Lucky and Jalisa mentioned. No doubt it was building up the momentum, but the next muthafucka who approached my girl was gon’ have to catch this fucking fade. Lucky for them, I couldn’t be strapped because I was ‘bout ready to air this bitch out. Akira was loving this shit, taking this role-playing shit too far.

Leaning up in the booth, I scrunched up my face and stroked my beard, hawking at Akira and the pretty lil’ junt who was whispering and touching on her and shit. As I tilted my head, I felt a tap on my shoulder, causing me to jolt my head back.

“Are you here alone?” the woman asked me. She was a snowflake, but she wasn’t ugly, far from it, but she wasn’t my type, and she wasn’t Akira. “I been eyeing you all night,” she told me more than I asked.

My brow rose, “And?”

She nervously chuckled as she put a strand of hair behind her ear. The music was loud, so she had to keep bending her head down and talk near my ear so I could hear her, and I wasn’t too fond of that.

“My girls,” she pointed behind her with her thumb at a group of other women with their eyes in our direction. I nodded my head at them, keeping my greeting at a minimum because anything else would invite them over for a conversation or lead their home girl right here to think I was interested. The last time I fucked a white girl; I wasn’t feeling that shit. I was young back then, but I’ll never forget tasting some white pussy. It was salty like a saltine cracker and tasted like olives. I had to have been gone off a bean or something to do some buck wild ass shit like that. To make her never forget what black dick felt like, I fucked her, giving her daddy long strokes, killing that white ass pussy to some negro spirituals playing in the background.

“They dared me to come over and talk to you,” she leaned back and smiled, her cheeks turned beet red, mimicking blush.

“They dared you to look stupid then.” Waving her off, I told her, “Gone back over there and enjoy your night. It won’t be with me though.”

Looking embarrassed, I felt bad, but I didn’t tell her goofy ass to come over here and talk to me. I was letting her down in a nice way, at least this was nice to me.

“Okay fine,” she sighed. “Who is she? Who is the girl that has you brushing me off like this? You don’t find me attractive? I bet your girl can’t make you cum like me.”

I chortled at the bait she was throwing at me. “Check this out lil’ saltine cracker, I’ll suck the nut out my girl’s pussy and spit it on you. Get the fuck ‘way from ‘round me bruh!”

She gasped and kept her mouth gaped open before darting her way back over to her girls. Nearing them, she glanced back at me before talking shit. One of them threw a middle finger up and mouthed that I was an asshole. The “asshole” in me couldn’t hold back the laughter for shit. Shaking my head, I turned back around and noticed ‘ole girl was still in Akira’s face, leaning over on her, whispering in her ear, touching on her shit. When my baby’s eyes looked over at me, I took that as a sign that she needed me to intervene. Standing up, I pulled my Valabasas jeans up and made my way through the live crowd on the dance floor and draped my arm across her waist, giving it a slight squeeze, fuck all this role play shit for now, we can do this shit some other time.

“Wassup baby, you good?” I asked her and kissed her on the forehead, then acknowledged the lady. “I’m Drill.”

Wavering her eyes over my body, she looked back at Akira, then back at me again before swiping her tongue across her full lips. “I’m Saira, Akira, my baby, is this your boyfriend?”

“Um,” she looked at me before nodding her head, waiting for my approval.

As of yet, we didn’t have a title, all the fucking and shit we been doing, it was never mentioned between us, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t want to make her mine and make this shit permanent, but I didn’t know shit about being in a relationship. Keeping it cool, we used lil’ terms like calling each other baby and bae and we did relationship shit, but it wasn’t established.

“He’s just a friend,” she stammered, making a scoff.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’m the friend who be rearranging her guts, making her pussy cream on my dick at any command. I’m the friend who sucks on toes, tongue fucks her pussy and ass to make her cum too, and when I’m ready to nut I suck it out of her and tongue kiss her before making her swallow it, but yeah, I’m just a friend.” I stated, with a shrug, my toned laced with nonchalance.

Saira looked a bit taken back as she put her hands on her chest in shock. Her brows creased before she gulped and bit down on her lip, appearing enticed by my statement. “I’d love to show the both of you around. I hear this is your first time to Lover’s Island,” she smiled. “Are you staying at Lover’s Inn?”

Akira opened her mouth to speak, but I squeezed her shoulder, stopping her from doing so. “Naw, but we’re nearby.” With a frown on her face, Akira shook her head after looking at me. Returning it back, I frowned before finishing my sentence. “We’ll take you up on that offer though.”

She waved the bartender over and asked for a napkin and pen, and while scribbling her name and number down she kept eye fucking my baby, like she was a cooked steak. “I hope you don’t be a stranger while you’re here,” she told Akira, before kissing her on the cheek then walked off.

Nervously, Akira looked up at me and cleared her throat. I noticed the shot was gone and her eyes were low, indicating she was tipsy as fuck. I knew she had been a tad bit intoxicated to let Saira do all that flirting and shit with her. The few times I mentioned other bitches whether her and Jalisa fucking off, she shot me down with the quickness, always saying pussy don’t make her wet and she only watched lesbian porn to get off. I let her have it, but a drunk soul never lies.

“Um, are we still role playing,” she bored her eyes into mine. They were glossy and red.

“Fuck all that shit for now, let’s go.” I dropped my arm around her waist and helped her off the bar stool. “We’re about to dip out bae.” I told her more concisely, like she didn’t know what I meant when I said we were leaving the first time.

I didn’t miss the pout on her face when I said it, but I was firm on that. Seeing the look on her face shocked the fuck out of me because like me, Akira is anti-social and only talked to people who spoke to her. In her career field, it was in her nature to spark up a conversation, but besides that she’d give people the cold shoulder. Tonight, her mean ass ain’t do none of that shit. Every nigga in here who looked her way, draped their arms around her waist and let it linger there a little longer than I cared for. She was all smiles, ogling into their eyes and shit, pissing me off by the second. I wasn’t fond of coming to this lil’ freak spot and I sure as hell wouldn’t be bringin’ my ass back to this lil’ freaky ass spot now that I saw how the muthafucka’s in here really get down.

When we reached the exit, I dug in my pocket and gave the girl behind the counter a ticket with my number on it and she passed me our phones. Every way Akira moved, niggas and bitches eyed her like a fuckin’ hawk. For what it’s worth, I didn’t mind, because I’m not an insecure ass nigga. I knew when Akira stepped out the bedroom dripped in sexy from head to toe, she was bound to break a few a necks and turn some heads, making bitches mouths drop to the floor. That was her aura. It was embedded in her. God created her with sexiness to taunt others with it and that’s how she lured me in. I’d be a selfish ass nigga to be jealous of that. The ginger, burgundy, backless top had her suckable breasts looking good to a blind eye. However, one wrong move and they’d be on display. To further tease, her curvaceous ass looked good as fuck too, in the skintight black skinny jeans. Her French tip painted toes were laced in a pair of black Bijoux Gianvito Rossi heels. Heels that she complained about walking in often, that’s when she schooled me on the designer’s name when I got on her for thinking shit was a fashion show all the time. In her realm, it was all eyes on her, engrossed in her world with a beauty so captivating she’d lay the prettiest bitch in the room to rest. Then there was me, the nigga with an itchy trigger finger, ready to lay a nigga out if he touched her the wrong way. Just that quick I was ready to turn this shit from Lover’s Island to Heaven’s Paradise over her. All for too many looks and long conversations.

My eyes were glued to her ass as she walked in front of me with our hands clasped together. It was pretty windy outside, but it was beautiful as fuck out here. Couldn’t nobody else convince me to come out here and I didn’t travel much so I didn’t know what to expect of all this. The beautiful palm trees, the clear electric blue water and the sand was something I’d be crazy to complain about.

Catching my attention, Akira looked back at me with a smile, and I coyly returned it. “How far are we from the beach house?”

Squinting my eyes, I looked around the area scoping it out. We couldn’t use our phones, but on the way to the club I used my sense of direction and counted how many times the driver made turns while Akira sat in my lap, engrossed in her phone, looking dense without a fucking care as if she needed to with me anyway.

“In those,” I nodded my head at her heels, “You sure?”

She giggled, before urging me to come on with her head like she knew the direction to the beach house we’re staying at for the time being. “It’s this way, bae.” Gently pulling her arm I pulled her in the opposite direction and changed spots with her, so that she was on the sidewalk, and I was near the edge. Bowing out, the drive was fifteen minutes but with her in heels it’d be a thirty-five-minute walk, and I don’t feel like hearing her complain, so I called our driver.

“We could’ve stayed inside a little longer you know,” she stated. “Admit it and say you were jealous,” she inched closer and taunted me, grinning, looking goofy as fuck. Even with the heels adding to her height she was still shorter than me. My chin barely touched her forehead.

“The fuck do I have to be jealous of Princess, when I’m the one who sniffs the pussy she was after tonight?” I gave her a be-for-real look and glanced both ways down the street to see if I spotted our driver. He said he was a few minutes away and there couldn’t have been traffic around this time from what I saw. After calling him I noticed it was still early considering what most partygoers would think.

The goofy ass smile on Akira’s face was making me snicker. She was good and fucking tipsy, damn near stumbling in her heels now. “Admit that you were jealous, and I’ll leave you alone.”

Lightly chuckling I nodded my head and folded my arms across my chest. “Okay, yeah, a nigga was a little jealous and shit.”

“I knew it,” she grinned, teasing me. I shook my head as she rested hers against my chest. “I’m all yours, daddy, you don’t have anything to be jealous about. There wasn’t a soul in there tonight I had my eyes on the way I’m crazy about you,” she snickered, trying to butter me up.

Slightly tilting my head to the side, I wrapped my arms around her body then used one of my hands to cuff her ass. Giving it a hard squeeze, she yelped and mugged the shit out of me. “Mane, you were treading on thin ice giving niggas too much fucking attention than I liked. Just wait ‘till we get back to the beach house, I’m finna show the fuck out in that pussy, Akira,” I let her know.

Our driver pulled up, sensing my urgency. When Akira tried to reach for the door, I swatted her hands away and opened it for her so she could slide inside. Just as we were leaving, the club door opened and came waltzing out was Saira, accompanied by a nigga the same build and height as me, only he was a shade lighter. Noticing us, she winked at me before sashaying off. I shook my head and slid in the backseat next to her tipsy ass. The black leather seats provided coolness to my skin from the AC blowing. While the driver cruised through the streets, I glanced over at Akira who was leaned over resting her head on my lap.

“Bae,” I called out to her.

“Hmm?”

“Tell me some.”

Glancing out the window, I stroked my beard thinking of all the shit that could’ve gone down tonight had I let Saira take over. Only thing is I wanted to know if Akira really got down like that, or was she shying away from the truth, too timid to admit what she really liked. Not to my dismay, but if that was the case, I wouldn’t judge her if that’s what she thought. It’ll turn me the on seeing a bitch sucking on her flesh and licking her asshole in ways that I can, maybe even better than me, but I’ve never had any complaints in that department and there wasn’t a soul on earth that I dipped my dick in could attest to leaving the bedroom unsatisfied. However, most women like the fantasy of it all. It’s not something all women would care to admit though.

“Did that shit get your pussy wet back there?” I grumbled in a low tone. Catching eyes with the driver through the rearview mirror, I stared at him until he blinked and focused his attention back on the road.

Jolting her head up, she gawked at me and frowned, her pretty full lips covered in shimmery gloss and formed into a pout. “When?” She asked, seeming clueless.

“When?” I mocked. “When ‘ole girl from the bar was acting frisky with you, whispering in your ear and shit. Did your pussy get wet?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “A lot of things been going on tonight. The drinks had me feeling good, the vibes and the thought of role playing with you?—”

I cut her off, she was going off at the mouth, rambling and carrying on trying to dodge the bullet instead of biting it. “Unt unt, that ain’t what I asked you bae.”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes; her tone was laced in annoyance. Leaning back against the cold leather she tilted her head and stated, “Then what are you asking me, Martavious?”

“How many times do I have to fucking repeat myself, you heard what the fuck I said when I said it the first fucking time.”

Taking a deep breath, she muttered, “I don’t know why my body responded to her like that. It felt?—”

Darting her eyes at the stars on the roof, she gazed at me under her tawny brown lids and batted her mink lashes, like she was searching for the answer. One to give me that I’d approve of when in fact I wanted her to be honest about it. Lacing me in lies is a big fucking no no when it comes to her. Since we’ve started doing this, I never lied about anything.

“Talk to me bae,” I urged for the truth. “It’s just me, you, that pussy and this dick. You know when it comes to you, it’s a judgement free zone. Tell me how that shit made you feel.”

I shifted my body so that it was facing her and my eyes bounced all over her pretty ass face, anticipating the answer. When she bit down on her lip, my dick bricked up in my Amiri jeans. I know Akira’s body like the fucking alphabet. Anytime she’s feeling sad, she hunches her shoulders down and tilts her head slightly to the left. If she’s in pain whether from a backache or her period coming on, she curls up in a ball and rocks back and forth. Her body talked to me in more ways than when we were having sex, because that’s not all I wanted from her. She can go with whatever antidote that floats her boat, but I know what the fuck I know because I pay attention.

Settling her eyes on me now, she spoke. “My clit thumped through my pants, Drill. My body only responds that way when you touch me. I didn’t know what to feel. When she whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek, I felt this electrifying feeling jolt through me.”

Hearing her admit that shit was sexy as fuck, damn near erotic. Biting down on my lip, my eyes wavered over her sexy ass body, ready to devour her ass up right now, not giving a fuck that we were in the car and the driver kept stealing glances at us. Nestling closer to her, I placed my hand on her stomach and wrapped the other one around her waist pulling her closer.

“So, you’re not mad,” she questioned inquisitively. “I thought you’d be mad.”

Scrunching up my face in confusion, I threw my head back and chuckled. “Mad for fucking what, Princess?”

“You know how you are about me nigga, stop frontin’.”

Brushing my fingertips along her exposed arm, then I traveled them to her neck, down her back, then back up to her arm again. She was heated and I could feel it radiating off her body. The goosebumps on her skin made it apparent that she was nervous with no reason to be.

“Bae, I’m feelin’ the fuck out of you. You know that shit,” I scowled. “The only difference in being here is these folks can’t have you the way I have you. I’ll crash out ‘bout this sweet ass pussy. You need a reminder,” I raised my brow.

Testing my gangster, she nodded her head and pouted her lips, mimicking the face of a disobedient child. I scoffed, as I stroked my beard. Turning my head to gaze out the tinted windows, I noticed the drive to the beach house was a few minutes away give or take ten minutes. Biting down on my lip, I cockily smirked as I turned my neck to look over at Akira. Nervousness was written all over her fucking face, anticipating my next move. Swiftly, I got on my knees, bowing before her and let my tongue escape my mouth to lick my lips all while zeroing my eyes in on hers.

She took a breath and chuckled nervously. “D-Drill what are you doing?”

I cocked my head to the side and asked, “What the fuck it look like I’m doin’,” I muttered sarcastically.

Instead of beating around the bush I grabbed her waist, then gripped it. She clasped onto my arms making an attempt to stop me. “Stop that shit!”

“In the car,” she shrieked. “Then he keeps looking back here!”

Turning my head, I looked back at the driver noticing his gaze lingering on us. Playing it off, he tried to divert his attention back to the road. Akira knew I never gave a fuck about an audience, though. If that nigga wanted to watch, then he better make sure he doesn’t crash this shit. Whether he watched or not, I’m feenin’ for a taste of this pussy right now and ain’t shit him or Akira can do to stop me. She wanted to show out tonight, and I’m ‘bout to reciprocate that energy. Hardheaded lil’ bitch ‘bout to fuck around and find out.

“Drill,” he eyes bucked open as she tried to clasp her legs shut. “Stop,” she muttered in a hushed tone. “Wait.”

Biting down on my lips again, I gave her a lazy grin. “Stop tryin’ to fuckin’ stop me bae. You ain’t doin’ shit but making it harder on yourself. Open them fuckin’ legs,” I told her as I popped her on the hand.

Complying, she removed her hand and zeroed her gaze on me watching my every move. “Bend down a lil’ more, so I can pull them off you.”

Doing like I told her, she didn’t give me any more fucking back talk. Along with her jeans, I made sure her black thong followed suit. One final thrust, I pulled her into me as I eyed my feast, ready to devour that shit and leave not a trace behind.

Her pretty pink pussy hole was staring a hole through me, taunting me just like the mutharfucka toting her pretty ass around, at least she got it honest though. A pussy this fuckin’ pretty, Akira shouldn’t know what the word no meant. All she gotta do is throw it in the air and I’ll catch it tongue first, just like I’m about to catch the juices drippin’ down her pussy before they can drip down to her asshole.

“Ssssh, ooooh,” she hissed, using her hips to squirm away. “Drill!”

Selfishly, my tongue went to war on her pussy, licking and sucking her folds—parting them like Moses did the Red Sea. Opening my mouth a little further, I closed in on the space. My nose was inches away from her vulva. She smelled just as sweet as she tasted—heaven on earth, or for better words, like a piece of forbidden fruit— my forbidden fruit. I’ll knock a nigga to sleep about this pussy.

The tip of my nose smashed against her clit as I shook my head back and forth, building up the momentum. “Shit so fucking good bae,” I grunted.

Not being able to withstand the heat, she placed her hand on top of my head making an effort to inch away from my gasp, but she was undefeated and didn’t have anywhere to go.

“Drill, I don’t want to cum in hereee. Pleaseeee bae,” she moaned, sounding like she gasping for air. “Baeeeee.”

I chuckled against her exposed flesh. “Bae huh? That word sound like a foreign language or some?”

Lifting my head up, I tilted it and eyed her, our brown eyes played ping pong. She was looking so fucking desperate and I enjoyed seeing her suffer. This ain’t shit but a game of get back, for the few hours of hell I had to watch niggas and bitches drool over her in that damn club. This role play shit was breaking me down and to think my gangsta ass agreed to this freak shit just to make it enjoyable for her. However, the tables turned, this shit was enjoyable for me now.