Brent lifted a brow. “You her mouth now?”
Zaire smiled. “She tells me things, cuh.”
Meadow flinched. “Zaire…”
He shrugged. “What? You did.”
Rena leaned back, arms folded. “This a hot mess.”
Meadow kept moving to the beat, body loose and warm, and suddenly she wanted to dance.
She stood up as best she could while being in the booth. “I wanna dance.”
Before Brent or Rena could speak?—
Zaire pushed his leg out and stood allowing Meadow to get out. “C’mon.”
They made their way to the tiny little piece of a dance floor where some patrons were already grinding to a raunchy song by Nar. The music thumped, filling Meadow’s body.
Meadow stepped between Zaire’s arms, her back brushing his chest. His hands found her waist like they’d been looking for a place to land.
The lyrics made Meadow’s body buzz. Nar was talking that shit.
Left cheek, right cheek, do a lil’ spin,
Drop it to the floor, let me see it again.
Lil’ waist, fat ass, that’s a backbend,
Make that thing talk to me - that’s my best friend.
Meadow danced…hands on her knees, back arched. That ass sitting real pretty.
Zaire’s eyebrows jumped up before he even realized it. “Oh…okay, then.” His pink tongue swiped across his juicy lips.
Meadow hit a slow, deep bounce first, warming her legs up. Then she snapped into it, throwing that ass back to Nar’s filthiest line.
Zaire matched every move she threw, his fingers digging into her side with pressure that should’ve made her pull away. Instead, Meadow damn near jumped into him more. Heat rushed up her stomach like a flame had been dragged across her skin.
She never knew she liked being touched there, but the second his hand landed, her whole body reacted— blood pumping faster, heart skipping, something low in her tightening up without her permission.
His warm breath tickled her ear. “Got me trippin’ in this bar.”
She laughed, still twerking on him, her ass hitting him perfectly on every beat. “You trippin’ off this? Damn, you easy, Mr. Cooks.”
Zaire’s head fell back as he laughed loud, from the belly.
She loved the way it sounded in her ear. It was so soothing that it drowned out the music. Her skin prickled with bumps.
“Your mouth gon’ get you in deep trouble, baby.”
“Relax…I’m just getting started.” Her juicy ass clapped against his dick that she felt jump.
He bit into his lip, pulling her in more so she could feel what she did to him. “If I ain’t think you was too fuckin’ perfect, I’d take you in the bathroom and give you the best dick of your life…I’m trying to be good but you wildin’.”
“Zaire,” she whispered his name just as his finger started to inch up her short skirt. He could feel the heat between her legs the closer he got.
“Say my name like that again and I swear we’re leaving.”
