Page 93 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

“About to have a good time.” He turned the car off.

“I can’t go in there… I mean, I can, but I’m not. This is Rob’s club.”

“What does that have to do with us enjoying ourselves?” he asked, getting out.

I didn’t budge. He opened my door and waited for me to get out.

“We can’t go somewhere else?” I refused to move.

Grabbing my hand, he pulled me out of the car. Then he wrapped his hand around my waist and kissed my lips.

“We’re going in there, and we’re going to have a good time tonight. I can guarantee you, ain’t shit going to pop off unless I want it to. You’re good. I got you.” He kissed me again.

I exhaled and allowed my body to relax. I nodded my head in agreement as he took my hand and led the way. Regardless, I felt safe in Ethan’s presence so his reassurance made me relax a bit more. We bypassed the long line of people waiting to get in as he dapped up the security at the door. I gave a polite nod because Vander knew exactly who I was. He’d been working at the club since Rob opened it.

I needed a few drinks to really loosen me up because all I could think about was Rob walking up to us and causing a scene. It was obvious that Ethan made reservations ahead of time because he went straight to a private section just for the two of us. The girl who came through to bring our drinks, I knew her too. She had been working at the club for a while. Normally, when we crossed paths, she’d always give me this stank look. You know that look side bitches give when they’re fuckin the main bitch’s man? Yeah, that look. I guess seeing me walk in with another dude confused the hell out of her, especially in this place.

Once we were alone, Ethan popped a bottle of Don Julio open and poured us both a double shot. I threw mine back immediately. My eyes observed our surroundings, and Rob was nowhere in sight within the crowd. Ethan must’ve read my mind because he poured us another double. After we threw those back, he stood, pulling me to my feet just as the DJ played “Superstar” by Usher.

“Dance for me,” he spoke into my ear.

This was my shit, and the liquor was kicking in fast as hell. With one arm wrapped around his neck, he had both his hands planted on my ass as I began to slowly roll my body into his. My moves were sensual, and he kept up with me as we both rode the beat. Thankfully, we were in the cut and the flashing lights didn’t hit our section too much. His hands slid my dress up, exposing the fact that I had no panties on. His back was to the crowd, so if anyone were able to see us, they wouldn’t see me because his body towered over mine.

“I’ll be your groupie, baby, ’cause you are my superstar. I’m your number one fan. Give me your autograph. Sign it right here on my heart,” he sang while gripping my chin.

We shared a kiss without breaking our groove. I was feeling real jazzy, and my coochie was dripping as he played in it nice and slow. Moving his feet, he made me walk backward until my back was against the wall. He was so smooth with his movements that I didn’t realize how quickly he pulled his dick out until it was tapping against my clit.

“Wait, what are you doing?” I giggled as he lifted my left leg to wrap around his waist.

“You not wearing any panties out in public lets me know I can have you anytime, anyplace. Plus, you wet as fuck, so I know you want it.” He smirked. “Tell me I’m wrong.” He pecked my lips.

I couldn’t say anything because I did want it, but damn, we were in a building full of people. Anybody could walk up on us in the middle of me getting my back beat in. However, at that moment, I felt risky and spontaneous. When I didn’t respond, he pushed himself inside of me. My mouth fell open in the perfect O as my pussy stretched. The DJ was on one tonight as the song switched up to “When We (Remix)” by Tank, Trey Songz, and Ty Dolla.

Once Ethan started slow stroking my kitty kat to the beat of the song, I no longer gave a damn about where we were and who was watching. I’d never had sex in a public place, and I’m not going to lie; the shit gave me a rush. My body was on fire, and he knew how to tame that shit just right.

With his hand around my throat, he used his tongue to part my lips. Smoothly, he latched on to mine and started sucking. The way we kissed was so nasty as I caught every drop of spit he transferred into my mouth. My right leg became wobbly as I felt my body prepare to climax. I just knew I would slip from his grasp if I didn’t get better control of my balance.

“Lift that leg back up,” he spoke against my lips, digging deeper in my guts.

This man had my head completely gone as I tried to hold on to my orgasm.

“I think I love you,” I blurted in a moan.

The music was loud as hell, but we could hear each other perfectly clear.

“You think? That’s a big step, Amore.” He gripped my throat a little tighter. “It’s either you do or you don’t. There ain’t no thinkin’ when it comes to me, baby. So, which one is it?”

His strokes sped up, and the intensity had my body shivering. I needed to explode.

“I do,” I panted. “I do… I love you!”

Again, we kissed nastily.

“Yeah, that’s the type of shit I love to hear. Go ahead and cum for me and say that shit again.”

He started rotating his hips, causing his length to push around all four corners of my walls. On cue, my body began to leak as my juices poured from between my legs.

“I love youu!” I cooed as my body shook uncontrollably.