“Stop it. I was gonna tell you I was hungry, but you thankfully cut our slow gliding around the floor.”
“You should have said something. We would have eaten and then danced. Now you got me out here continuing to mistreat you for your birthday. Lord, I’m never gonna live this down.” I hang my head, pull my phone out, and subtly send a text.
“It’s really not that serious. You brought me to this spot, and it’s a good vibe.”
“Good evening, folks. I hear tonight is a special celebration,” a male voice says before I can reply to Deshona as her eyes stretch, and I smile before turning to see the owner.
“Wh-what’s this?” Deshona asks.
The owner is holding a round cake with sparklers coming out of it, and three other employees walk up with smiles on their faces.
“We just wanted to pay homage to another year of your birth,” the owner says, counting to three.
Then the owner, his employees, and I sing an upbeat rendition of Happy Birthday as Deshona leans into me. By the time we’re done singing, the entire room of people claps, whistles, and echoes Happy Birthday.
“Thank you for celebrating with us. Your server will be back with your food,” the owner says and walks off.
“Wait. What food?”
“I ordered several things from the menu when I made arrangements for tonight.”
“Damn, I love you,” Deshona says with a smile that speeds up my heart rate.
“I love your little ass too, mama.”
While Deshona’s birthday debacle isn’t my fault, I want to at least create a better memory than the fact that she took care of me on her special day. I can only hope that this is a start.
“So, did you have a good night?”I ask as we drive back to our apartment.
Deshona smiles wide as she caresses my hand. “Yes, I did. I think you should let go of the idea of fixing my birthday, though. You can’t help it that you were sick on the day.”
“Maybe not. But you ain’t about to hold that shit over my head in the future.”
“I really enjoyed myself and appreciate you.”
“Good. But enough about all of that. We’re about to finish what you started, right?”
I take my eyes off the road so I can see Deshona’s reaction. We went to dinner, and Deshona had my dick hard as a brick all night, thanks to her roaming hand.
“Damn right I am.” Deshona licks her lips seductively, and my dick twitches in reaction.
Letting go of my hand, she leans forward and unsnaps her bra, and I have to grip the wheel tighter so I don’t swerve into the next lane. Once that’s complete, Deshona slowly removes the straps then puts the bra in her purse. Then she eases her pants down before removing her panties.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“Preventing delays.”
God must be on my side because I’m able to avoid red lights, police, or anything else that could delay our arrival at the garage.
“I like the sound of that,” comes my husky reply as I tightly grip the steering wheel before whipping the vehicle into a spot fast enough to cause whiplash.
“Something wrong?” She seductively bats her lashes.
Instead of answering, I put the car in park and quickly get out. I run over to Deshona’s side of the car and open the door. “Hold on.” I pick her up bridal style and quickly head to the bank of elevators.
Thankfully, it opens as soon as I press the button, and I walk on before I press our floor. My heart beats wildly, and the vein in my neck pulses. It takes us no time to reach and enter our apartment before my hormones shift me into a heated frenzy.
“A-Alijah, w-we.” Deshona stutters as I haphazardly tear the clothes from her body. Once she’s completely naked, I take the closest nipple in my mouth and suck hard.
