When his hips buck into me, his dick hits the strip of fabric separating his skin from mine, and in a matter of minutes, they become soaking wet and slick with my essence as Vaughn steadily rocks himself against me, letting the shaft of his dick glide along the path of my satin covered lower lips.
“Hmmmmm.”
“You feel that?” he asks, and I nod in response, causing him to pull back to read my face.
“I can’t hear you, CC.”
“Hmmm yes,” I cry out, not recognizing my voice or the name he’s calling me, but I can’t be bothered to stop and ask why when he rolls me over with him, hooks his fingers onto the hips of my panties, and pulls them down before immediately latching onto my clit.
“Hmmm yeeesss,” I cry out again as my back arches off the bed in pleasure. So good that when I look at the ceiling, stars appear and become more pronounced the longer he spends between my legs. Vaughn has a mean tongue game that has no mercy on me or my pussy.
“Damn,” he says, lapping up my juices in a way that makes me shiver. “You’re dripping, baby,” he says as he keeps going. I want to nod in agreement but do the opposite instead when I’m hit with an orgasm that sends my head and body twisting from side to side in agonizing pleasure.
Chapter 10
Vaughn
I’ve hadsex with more than a few women since Toya passed and I ain’t ever dove face first in the pussy the way I did last night. I haven’t gone over two rounds in one night, still wanted more either, and I sure as hell haven’t found myself laying on my side, talking face to face in the bed on some pillow talk shit, yet here I am.
“What are you thinking about over there?” I ask as my leg intertwines with hers under the covers and she smiles.
“About how good that was. It’s a shame you’d rather be out exacting your revenge if we only had one more night left.”
I chuckle at her reference to our earlier conversation, even though I can tell by the look in her eyes that’s not actually the truth. So I try again to coax it out of her.
“Maybe I’ll let them niggas slide for this.” I reach over, putting a hand on her waist, trailing it slowly along her hip before cupping her ass. “But you’re going to have to keep it real with me. What are you really thinking about?”
She shrugs, mindlessly tracing the lines of a tattoo on my chest that’s fascinated her all night.
“Not that it really matters, but I was wondering about the status of your gang affiliation.”
“If it doesn’t matter, then why are you asking?” I reply with a smile. It’s meant to tease her, but when I hear the words out of my mouth and see her reaction, I pull her closer before she gets in her feelings and tries to move away from my touch. But she quickly stops me with a stiff arm as her head rears back.
“You just said keep it real, and that’s what I was thinking. Excuse me for wondering if the man I’m fucking has gang affiliation,” she says, creating so much space between us that we’re no longer touching. I let her have it as long as she doesn’t completely leave the bed.
“I’ve been cool with Saleem, Kassir, and them for most of my life, but my mom didn’t play that gang shit, so I was always forced to stay on the sidelines. Then there was basketball that took up a lot of my time… and Toya.” I stop for a moment and keep my eyes on her as I resist the urge to reach over and bring her closer to me before continuing. “When I met Toya, she was my ride or die… my rock. Shit, when we finally got together, she was my gang. So, to answer your question, no, I’m not a member of DP, but don’t doubt that I won’t get active if needed. We’re all from the same place, baby.”
She’s lost in thought and nods to herself as I reach over to pull the lower lip she’s been nibbling from her mouth. When she doesn’t pull away, I move to close the distance between us when my phone rings, stopping me dead in my tracks. If it were any other ringtone, I’d ignore the shit, but it’s the one I have specifically set up for my mom and Jay, who wouldn’t be calling this time of night unless the shit’s important.
“Fuck. I gotta get this,” I say, reaching for my phone before lying back on the bed. I forgo my normal greeting and get right to the point.
“What’s up?”
“Vaughn?!” my mom says into the phone like there would be someone else on the other end.
“Yeah, Ma. What’s going on?” I ask again, preparing myself for what she has to say.
“Jay got picked up.”
As soon as the words are out of her mouth, I’m sitting up.
“Picked up as in?”
“Arrested… He said he tried to call you,” she clarifies when I don’t immediately react.
“Alright, I’ll handle it,” I say, saving the rest of my questions for Jay’s ass when I see him.
“Don’t have my grandbaby sitting in lockup all morning, Vaughn,” my mom says, knowing good and well she would’ve let my ass sit for a good while before making a move to come get me. I don’t even acknowledge her request with an answer.
