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CHAPTER 6

D rill

The bitch was nasty as fuck, taking the cake from me. I knew the second she laid eyes on Akira at the club, she was preying on my baby, but damn, I ain’t know shit was gon’ go down like this. She was bold as fuck with this shit, which had me wondering if she did this shit often, though that wasn’t any of my business, I wanted to partake in some of it. I couldn’t have her eating the lining out of Akira’s pussy leaving me with nothing to work with. Something told me to watch and enjoy the show. I knew Saira was on some next level shit, as if she popped a bean, freaky as fuck when she started fingering her pussy as she sucked on Akira’s.

I know my baby like the back of my damn hand. I know she’s about to cum, when her chest rapidly heaves up and down and her stomach starts caving in. Saira had made an imprint. This was fun for her I bet, and I didn’t miss the faint tan line on her ring finger either. Not that it was any of my business, but it was making me wonder where her nigga was or if he was nearby, probably digging in a bitch’s guts, if they got down like that, or if he was at their house, house sitting, while she’s out here eating pussy, licking ass and probably sucking dick.

Lucky told me how these folks be doing shit out here and not fucking around when it came down to it. That’s an easy target to me because that too close to lose and easy pussy, but ain’t that the fucking point of being out here in the first place?

When Akira came, Saira and I tongue fucked her pussy together, our tongues kissed as we became determined to make her cum. It didn’t take much and when her juices squirted from her pussy, I sucked on as much as I wanted to. Not wanting to be a selfish ass nigga, I came up for air and allowed her to get a sample. As she swallowed her cum, she came up for air, looking satisfied. My eyes darted between her thighs, and I could see her juices glistening.

“Damn,” Saira sighed. “Drill you’re so fucking lucky,” she muttered to me.

“That ain’t luck, that’s God,” I boasted.

She stood up from the squat and sauntered over to Akira who was stuck in a daze with her gaze fixated on the ceiling.

“Akira, I hope this isn’t our last time. I’d love to do more of this,” Saira spoke, caressing Akira’s hair, stroking it gently. Then she turned her head to look at me. “Of course, with your permission, Drill.”

Before answering her, I ran my hand down my face and shrugged. My baby was floored. Every time I made her bust a nut, she always acted paralyzed, not being able to handle a second round. “We’ll see.”

“If you want to shower, we have a bathroom there,” she let me know before walked out. “Or if you’d like to me finish the massage now, I can do that too. That was my true intention. I really hope this won’t affect my rating on the job, I just couldn’t help myself?—”

My brows furrowed hearing her ramble on and on about nothing. “It’s cool.”

I pulled up my pants and staggered my way over to her and kissed her on the forehead, then whispered in her ear. “You okay baby?”

Tears swarmed down her face and I wiped them away. I took that signal as an indication that she didn’t want to continue, so I dismissed Saira. I didn’t miss the disappointment on her face, but she was over thinking, Akira was too, I bet. When the door closed behind Saira, I locked it and went inside the bathroom and grabbed one of the complimentary towels. They were neatly folded into heart shapes, stacked behind a glass cabinet along with some other complimentary things for guests to indulge in if needed. When I closed the cabinet, I staggered over to the black fountain sink and waited for the hot water to come on. I made sure I drenched the towel before walking out of the bathroom to clean her up. Now, she was sitting up, and her thick legs hung off the massage table as her shoulders slumped over.

Nearing her, I kissed on her face some more, muttering if she was okay here and there, before telling her to lift up her legs so I could clean her pussy. My eyes never left hers, I read her expression and body language.

“You hungry?”

She shook her head no.

“You sure?”

She nodded. “Yeah.” She answered me. “I’m just tired. I want to take a nap.”

“I figured that’s what it was. Can you walk?”

“Yeah, I can.”

“You want to call her back in for a massage,” I voice with concern. “You still sore?”

“I’m fine bae,” she stated. “Pass me my dress. I’ll soak in the tub and try to take a nap.”

I walked over to the door and grabbed her dress where it was neatly folded on the hook and placed it over head, before motioning for her to step down, so I could put it over the rest of her body. When I bent down, I was eye level with her pussy. I could smell sex oozing from it. I’d be damned if I admitted that shit wasn’t calling my damn name.

My dick was already hard as fuck watching her get her pussy ate. I didn’t want to fuck Saira, I wasn’t attracted to her and from the looks of it, neither was she. That made it all better though. I knew if she showed those intentions Akira would slap the taste out her damn mouth, but I didn’t see shit going to that extreme. Hell, who am I to fuckin’ talk though? I didn’t see this shit going down, but it did. Like I’ve said before though, if Akira wanted to do it again, I wouldn’t intrude next time. This time, I couldn’t help myself. Seeing Saira suck on my baby’s pussy did something to me. That’s like taking a pacifier from a fucking baby. I’m stingy when it comes to her. That’s my sweet spot. I can’t deny that, and I haven’t. That’s fucking voodoo between her thighs, and I’m convinced since Saira got a sample, she’ll want another one and another one after that.

* * *

“Is it not hot enough?” I scoffed, hearing the water drain out the tub.

I filled it up nicely with bubbles, even adding some of that extravagant ass bath salt she likes, only for her to drain the water, nagging under her breath about it not being hot enough.

“It’s not. You know I like it really hot, Drill.”

Standing in the bathroom doorway barefoot, I watched her bend over on the porcelain clawfoot tub and twist the knob to refill the tub and add her unnecessary essentials that she deemed a necessity. The white towel was wrapped around her naked body before she removed it and dipped her toe inside to check the temperature.

“This is how I like it,” she glanced back at me and smiled. “You can join me if you want too,” she taunted me.

“You know I hate that hot ass water.”

The bathroom was thick with steam, carrying the scent of her bath products; I shook my head and walked out of the bathroom to give her space. Earlier I asked her if she was hungry, but she told me no. I knew better than to listen to her ass. Just like if we stopped at the gas station and before pumping the gas, I’d ask her if she wanted something out the store, her answer would always be no, but I knew better than to come out empty handed.

I decided to whip something up, nothing too heavy, but something that would tease her appetite for what I had planned later. The restaurants around here weren’t that far away, but I didn’t have time to book reservations or none of that shit. I planned to do this for the both of us, when we touched down and there’s no better time than now, to do it. I went inside the kitchen and pulled out some frozen White Castle burgers from out of the freezer and placed them on the counter as a decoy. She’d be pissed off as hell to see them laying there. We talked about coming out here and not eating what we could eat in the States. Knowing that’d piss her off made it all the better because that was the plan.

Returning to the cool bedroom, a welcome change from the heat outside, as I searched for something to wear that would fit the mood tonight, before trotting outside to smoke a blunt. My arms extended as I opened the French style balcony doors and invited a cool gust of wind inside. The sun was beginning to set, making this shit look pretty as fuck. For what it’s worth, you definitely get what you paid for. This shit looked like something off a damn movie. The warm, glowing orange of the blaze, highlighted by a subtle yellow, was truly memorable. From where I was standing, I could see the people on the beach setting up Akira’s surprise. Smoking my blunt was just a starter pack that would grow my appetite, so I knew this was the perfect time to surprise her.

Being with Akira makes me realize how people really love the idea of being in love. The thought never crossed my mind, and if somebody asked me right now what Akira and I got going, I’d tell them she’s my lil’ junt. We never made things clear of what we were and while I’ve always been one to go with the flow, this felt perfect. Niggas in the hood know she’s off limits and not to try her and I can say the same for her. I have too much of her attention for her to entertain the thought of another nigga. At least that’s the way I see it. I’ve never had a relationship to know what one feels like either, but Akira and I be doing relationship like shit that would solidify it, but just like me she never spoke on having a future with me or having a title over what we are.

I stubbed out my blunt in the ashtray, the burning ember glowing faintly, before a movement behind me caught my eye. A towel was wrapped around her, and I could see beads of water sitting on her damp skin. So, the cool gust wouldn’t faze her, I slowly opened the French style doors and closed them back.

“I thought you damn near drowned baby,” I trotted towards her and joked. “I be forgetting how much you prefer a hot bath over a hot shower.”

She giggled, showcasing a smile that would get a blind niggas dick hard. “Actually, I did both,” she stated facts. “I soaked then got in the shower, while you’re trying to clock me.”

With the towel still clutched around her body, the edge of the bed dipped when I sat on it to watch her waltz around the room.

“Can I have my body back,” she teased me with her hip poked out. “I need some privacy.”

“Girl my tongue done sucked nut out of your pussy. I’ve seen the cream ooze out of your vaginal canal. There ain’t no fuckin’ privacy when it comes to you, Akira.”

She sucked her teeth and waved me off because I was spitting facts. “Drill, whatever.”

Everything she did, she did it with care and delicacy, as if time didn’t exist. That’s what I admired about her. Small shit like care quality is so seductive and most consider it to be a love language. Like now, she sat beside me on the edge of the bed, one leg was crossed over the other as she dipped her head down to rub it into her skin and arms. She did it with no urgency while tending to the crevices of her body.

Licking my lips, I grabbed the body glaze from her and put it by my side. The shift made her glance at me with a deep V forming between her arched brows.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like the smell?”

“Naw,” I shook my head to ease her concern, followed by, “I love it. You know I’ma sucka when it comes to that vanilla shit you be wearing. I want to rub it on your feet.”

A satisfied grin came across her face as she scooted back a little bit on the bed and placed her feet in my lap. I scooped up some of the thick body butter and rubbed it gently into her skin, starting with those sexy ass ankles that draped a gold anklet with my name Drill on the side.

“Hmm,” she moaned. “Apply a little bit more pressure on my heels baby,” she instructed me.

“I got this. I know what the fuck to do when it comes to pleasin’ yo body. I don’t need a guide when it comes to that,” I let her know. “These toes so fuckin’ pretty. You know I love that white French tip nail shit. That’s a nigga’s weakness. It’s so classy and timeless.”

“You’ve told me before,” she whimpered. “That’s why I get it. I usually get all white.”

Licking my lips, I adorned her feet, damn near wanted to kiss them. More than likely, I knew I could fight the urge not to indulge in my intrusive thoughts. If we started something now, we’d be late for the surprise I have for her.

“Everything about you sexy as fuck, you know that?”

“You make me feel sexy,” she spoke barely above a whisper.

My brow raised as I continued to rub her feet, making sure to knead my thumb against the pressure points. “You weren’t before me,” I interrogated her. “That’s some bullshit.”

“No,” she giggled. “I mean, I was never insecure, but you make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. I’ve never been with a man who pays attention to my body the way you do, Martavious. It’s like there isn’t a piece of human flesh that exists in the world other than me.”

“Because there isn’t.” I cocked my head at her and bored my eyes into hers. Love and affection danced around in her chestnut-colored ones. What she felt for me, I felt for her, but I couldn’t admit that to be honest a part of me doesn’t know how. The cards life dealt me where odds placed against me, and I lost the game. Winning Akira over made me feel heavy, almost as if it was an accomplishment. The mere thought of sucking on her pussy became a false reality until I was actually doing it. I’m a fucking felon, graced in the beauty of a dime piece who could’ve settled for a blue-collar brother—a corny nigga too, but she settled for me… she’s settling for me.

Tapping her on the leg, I signaled for her to give me the right foot before placing the left foot on the bed.

“How lucky am I to be with you?” she blushed.

“Remember one point in your life when you couldn’t stand a nigga. Princess, you hated my fucking guts,” I laughed deeply. “You used to roll yo eyes at a nigga and I used to fuck with you and tell if you kept on rollin’ them mutharfucka’s would get cocked.”

She tittered. “I remember,” she sighed. “It’s crazy all it took was for you to put on a Santa suit just for me to get weak in the knees.”

“You think so,” I asked her, wanting to hear her version of things. “I beg to differ baby.”

“Oh, Drill please don’t start, just keep rubbing my feet.”

“I am and I’m gone talk my shit too baby. This shit deeper than some sexual shit with you Akira.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ll talk later on,” I stood up and stretched my body. “You hungry?”

“We can talk now, but I am.”

“C’mon, I go they got some fye ass White Castle burger in there, we could pop in the microwave really quick.” I smirked with my back turned to her as I walked out of the bedroom.

I heard her feet slapping against the carpet as she rushed towards me. It’d only be a matter of seconds before she digested what I said, then the shit talking started.

“White Castle,” she shrieked. “Martavious Washington, we did not come all the way out here to eat no White Castle burgers. I want steak, lobster; surf and turf,” she ranted one and on. “Something, hell any damn thing, besides some corner store ass White Castle burgers, don’t insult me like this!”

My laughter erupted before I could talk myself into holding it in. When I turned around to face her, she was frowned up at a nigga with her hand on her wide, curvy hip.

“So, this funny to you?”

“Yeah, it’s funny.” I pulled her towards me and wrapped my arms around her body. Snuggling her body close to mine, she felt so damn soft and warm. “The fuck I look like feeding you that bullshit. I want to end the night with me deep inside your love, making you cum. I ain’t trying to be on your shit list, bae.”

She leaned her head back to look up at me and asked, “Then what am I going to eat Drill?”

“The way you acting, I’m about to feed you this dick.” I chuckled and slapped her on the ass.

“Noooo,” she stomped her foot childishly, followed by a guttural whine. “I’m starving. Dick only feeds my pussy, not my appetite.”

Pecking her on the forehead a few times, I continued to grope her ass before pulling back. “I hear you baby. Go get dressed.”

“Don’t we need to call our driver?”

“Let me worry about that and go get dressed. Put something sexy on with them pretty ass toes out.”

My eyes were glued to her ass and at the sway of her hips. Every step she took, even small ones, her booty jiggled. Temptation danced heavy around me because every little thing about her had me wanting to fuck the shit out of her and say fuck the dinner, fuck the plans, I can feast on her pussy, but that’d be selfish to her. Although I know she’d enjoy the satisfaction of cumming on my tongue back-to-back, the surprise awaiting her downstairs is better than busting a nut inside of her.