“Yeah, that’s what I’m trying to hear,” he replied. He smacked my ass, grabbed me by the neck, and then tongued me down.
It was the slow, methodic rhythm that he used to stretch me wide and pump up in me, paired with his heated, slow kiss, and those dark eyes on me that caused me to tumble over the second time.
I squeezed my pussy all around him and jerked wildly. My legs kicked out as my back arched, but Reighvyn held me up with his hands. “I gotcha, baby. Gimme all that nut.”
I did exactly what he asked. “Ohh, yeah, baby. That’s what I’m talking about,” he declared as he slow dicked me while he released his own nut.
When he released, he set me back on the island shaking and quivering like I was having a seizure. Daniella had said a lot of things that would cause any woman to question her man’s commitment to her, but if I doubted anything, Reighvyn was curing me of it all.
ONE WEEK LATER
The music wasloud and lively, and the drinks were being poured in abundance. The oppressive heat that had settled on the island the last few days had let up just a bit. It had rained this morning, but surprisingly, it didn’t bring the normal humidity it would after the rain ended. A nice cool breeze danced around the island all afternoon, and it was the same this evening.
There were fairy lights hanging from trees and tables filled with food that catered to every palate. Melicia and Felicia and their husbands had returned to the island this weekend, along with some of the other people we had known growing up.
I was surprised to find out how many of them often returned to their childhood summer vacation homes every year. One of the guys I used to kick it with when we were kids, Davion, was throwing a luau in honor of his wife’s thirtieth birthday.
“Aye, you wanna hit this blunt?” a nigga named Cortez, who I couldn’t stand when we were kids, asked.
“Nah, I’m cool.”
“This is that shit,” he replied.
“Yo, I’m good, man,” I repeated, turning my gaze back to Dove. She was dancing with some of the other girls. Her ass bounced so hard underneath her coverup that my dick bricked up. Thankfully, she wore a wrap coverup, but it did nothing to hide those jiggling ass cheeks.
Cortez chuckled, causing me to turn my gaze back to him. He took another hit of the blunt and then passed it to someone else. “Reighvyn up here trying to act like a Boy Scout and shit, knowing his ass be getting stoned like the rest of us muthafuckas,” he announced to our group.
I ignored his comment and looked back at Reighvyn again. She twerked, and Felicia, Melicia, and some other girl danced in a circle around her.
“Y’all niggas gon’ be fucked up at the end of the night with the way y’all keep hitting that weed and tossing back that Hennessy Black,” Davion announced.
“You must think we some lightweight muthafuckas,” Cortez declared.
“Yo’ ass been drinking since you arrived.”
“Just tryna have a good time, Von. Ain’t that right, Reigh?” He elbowed me, and I mugged the shit out of him.
I slanted my gaze to Davion. “Man, I think ya boy had enough.”
Cortez laughed again, but I wasn’t laughing. “What? You gon’ beat my ass or some shit? Wondering if your punk ass can fightat all. That’s why you were taking them drugs and shit, huh? That’s the only way you can win a fight?” Cortez asked.
Davion wasn’t quick to shut that shit down, and quietly, I thought he might want me to beat Cortez’s ass. Cortez was always the one who had too much mouth, always the one nigga everyone wanted to shut the fuck up. Now that he was on his drunk shit and nobody was stopping it, I knew that was what they wanted.
They were right too. This nigga needed to be bust in his shit. But they were letting this shit go too far, knowing damn well that nigga would have me in court tomorrow morning if I handled him.
“Aye, Tez. Chill with that drunk shit,” a nigga named Tyson spoke up.
“Shut the fuck up, Ty. You been on this nigga’s balls all night,” Cortez remarked.
I slanted my gaze in Cortez’s direction. “Watch what the fuck you let come out ya mouth, nigga,” I warned.
“Yeah, you tripping, man,” Davion stated. “This my wife’s celebration. I’m not trying to have it fucked up because you on some jealous bullshit.”
“Jealous of who, Von? Ain’t none of y’all niggas worth being jealous over. ’Specially not this ugly-ass nigga,” Cortez stated, pointing at me.
I stood and slapped hands with Davion. “Aye, my nigga. I’m ’bout to bounce. Tell Gina I said happy birthday again, and I’ma get up with you later.”
“That’s cool, Reigh. Thanks for dropping by,” Davion replied.
