“Prove it. Show me how scary shit can get.”
There was this pause where there was only the subtle thump from the music in the party, our labored breaths, and my blood racing through every vein in my body. Then it happened. Ketaipushed me back into the bathroom and locked the both of us inside.
His hands went to my hips before he lifted me onto the counter. The smirk on his face never left and further proved that he was confident in his abilities. I couldn’t quite tell you how we got there, but I became more excited by the second. I was not shocked by what he found between my legs when he slid my thong off. I was, however, shocked by him stuffing my panties in his mouth.
He licked his lips and lowered himself to his knees. “I’m not going to lie; this is not something I would normally do, but it’s all I could think about since I laid eyes on you. I know you felt me watching you all night long . . .”
I released a shaky breath. “Wait, wait. This is crazy. You don’t even know my name,” I blurted as my brain tried to regain control of the situation.
Ketai stopped staring at my pussy like a meal to give me his eyes. He sighed patiently. “What’s your name, baby?”
“Ff-free,” I stuttered, becoming nervous of the sincerity in his eyes.
He smiled, and I wanted to run for the hills. This was trouble. I could already feel it. “Nice to meet you, Free. Can I eat your pussy now?” He lifted my legs on his shoulders and inhaled deeply, but that still didn’t relieve me of the pressure building up in my core since he backed me into this bathroom.
“Yes. Yes, you can eat my pussy now.”
He didn’t wait another second before he dived in, slurping, licking, and sucking as if he had something to prove. He hummed against my flesh, and I oozed all over him. He seemed satisfied by my body’s reaction and began to strum my clit like a guitar. I could only hold on to his head to brace myself, but when I saw how much he was enjoying unraveling me, I had to squeeze my eyes shut.
I couldn’t hold it together if I tried. This man was a damn expert at the female anatomy, like he studied what made us gush, churn, and beg for more. I secretly hated all the women he’d used as practice to get so good at this. His tongue needed to be registered as a deadly weapon because it had my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my body jerking uncontrollably. Every time I tried to push him away, he countered by pushing his face in deeper and sucking harder on my clit.
“Ketai,” I moaned his name. “I’m about to cum.”
He chuckled darkly. “I know. Keep winding your hips the same way you were doing it out there for all my old ass uncles and shit. I want you to cum all over my face, Free. You look so fucking perfect.”
His deep, raspy voice sent me over the edge. My body began to quiver uncontrollably, and I couldn’t find the off button. He didn’t seem to care about anything other than savoring every drop because he continued to lap me up like he was getting paid to do so.
I felt like such a little slut when I came down off my high that I hopped off the sink quickly. I pushed Ketai out of the way, abandoning both my panties and dignity on the bathroom sink. I didn’t give him a chance to say anything as I rushed out of the bathroom and ran straight into Katana.
“Hey, girl. You seen my brother?”
I couldn’t even find my voice as I simply shook my head and raced toward the exit. My cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. Did she know I was lying? Had she heard me screaming his name and was playing it off? Not even the nighttime air could douse the heat coursing through my veins. The only thing to calm my racing heart was knowing there was no chance I would be seeing Ketai again. Tonight was supposed to be a distraction, and he’d become that and so much more. I didn’t have to make what happened between us more than that,no matter how good it felt or how badly I would let him do it again.
Ifelt like a fucking creep. There I was, in the middle of the farmer’s market, stalking this girl like a natural-born predator. The chatter of the market became a low static hum when I locked in on my target. I thought my eyes were deceiving me at first, but no; it was her. Free . . . Had I manifested her because I couldn’t get her off my mind since my mama’s birthday party?
She was fucking beautiful and had the kind of energy that left a stain. Her aura magnetized the air around her while I watched everyone react to her presence. People rushed out of her way or offered her free samples of their products, bringing her beautifulsmile onto her face. She took a sip of some tea offered to her by an herbalist.
“This tastes amazing,” I heard her say after a moan. “What did you say the benefits were again?”
I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the brown-skinned beauty. Free was of average size and height with an ebony complexion. She looked good in a gray bodysuit that molded to her curvy shape. Her eyebrows were thick and perfectly arched over her almond-shaped, brown eyes. She had a cute button nose I wanted to kiss on the tip, and full lips, but the bottom one was a little heavier. Her defined jawline made her look like a model. Her hair looked freshly done in some kind of sew-in with silky, jet-black bundles that were curled in waves.
“You know everyone can see you, right?” Katana’s voice in my ear brought me back to my hiding place. “You all crouched down, hitting the Mary J and shit.” She started doing the dance, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Fuck you, Tana. You ain’t right.” I ran a hand down my face and tried to pretend I was focused on the assortment of jewelry in front of me.
She laughed while closing the distance between us. “I’m just saying, you looking a little suspect over here. You hiding from somebody? One of your little flings?”
I frowned and jerked my head back. “Imagine me . . . hiding.” I snorted because it was unlikely, but in all honesty, that was exactly what my ass was doing. “Never that.”
She hummed, running her fingers over the rings. She picked one up and slid it on her finger. “Oh, not hiding. Stalking.” I realized she’d spotted Free, who’d moved on to the florist beside the tea stand. She had at least five bouquets in her hand while browsing for more. I kept silent to maintain my innocence. “You should just go talk to her,” she suggested with a shrug. She putdown the ring she was trying on for another one with a unique twisted band.
I shook my head. “Nah, I wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like that. She’s going to think I’m boring.” Even as flashes of us in that restroom returned to my mind, I said, “She’s out of my league.”
My sister patted me on the back. When I glanced down at her, she wore an empathetic expression. “Um, because you are boring, but boring men deserve love too.” She pointed at my face and frowned. “Oh, and another thing, ain’t no ho out of your league. You got manners, morals, and money. What? You’re basically a rare commodity in these streets, Brother. Stop playing, and go ask her for her number before I go over there and embarrass you.”
My eyes floated back toward Free. I scratched the nape of my neck, weighing the pros and cons. The choice was obvious. If Katana said she was going over there with the intent to embarrass me, she meant exactly that. I wasn’t about to play around with her ass.
“Aight, aight. I’ll go.”
