It didn’t take him long to lift the rope, allowing me access to the busy lounge. Stepping inside, I groaned at all of the people that floated about. While the vibe was nice with the soft sounds of jazz playing in the background, this shit had nothing on Club Honey.
“Excuse me, handsome, but can I help you with something?” A hostess stopped me as I roamed the lower level of the lounge. Money told me she was in the building, but I had no idea where. My patience was already wearing thin, so I had nothing left in my social battery to deal with this chick. “You don’t appear to be dressed for the occasion.”
“I’m looking for someone.” I pulled my phone from my pocket and showed her a picture of Noemi. “I know it’s crowdedin here tonight, but the sooner I find her, the sooner I will leave your shit.”
Peering from me to the picture with pursed lips, I could tell the last thing she wanted to do was help me. She didn’t have to; I’d much rather air this motherfucker out and wait for Mi outside.
“I think I saw her on the second level.” She nodded toward the stairs. “Be advised that if you cause a scene…”
“You ain’t gone do shit… move.” I pushed past her and went in the direction she pointed. My mother would be pissed if she knew I was out here being rude to innocent women, but I’ve never portrayed myself to be the nicest person. I’m not one with an immense amount of tolerance, and Noemi was working my last nerve.
Reaching the second level, I found it to be more upscale than the lower one. While downstairs had a plethora of booths and tables, the upper level was spacious and private. The small sections gave you room to relax and enjoy the vibe without the chaos of being surrounded by a large crowd. Looking around, I was starting to get pissed, thinking I was lied to about her being here, but over the soft sound of music, I heard her harmonious laugh.
“You’re too pretty to be here by yourself.” Some Trey Songz-looking-ass nigga smiled as he leaned into her space. “How about we get out of here and get to know each other a little better?”
“Or, you can get the fuck out of her face before I blow your shit back.” I mugged him as I startled them both. Wedging myself in between them, her eyes went wide from shock to being slanted in anger. “Hey, pretty girl.”
“Jordan! What the hell are you doing here?”
Draping my arm on the back of the couch, I made myself comfortable. Gazing at her attire, I’ll be damned if she didn’tlook good. The yellow halter dress looked amazing against her chocolate skin. I didn’t know what type of moisturizer she used, but the way her thighs were shining under the lights, I wanted to dive in between them. Her bare face was on full display, and her locs were pulled into a high bun. Even though she was mad at me, she looked pretty as hell tonight. It might have been fucked up for me to be out here lusting over another man’s woman but fuck that nigga. At least I was being nice about the situation and not sticking my dick in her. The way she responded to me in the dressing room let me know if I wanted the pussy, she would’ve served it up with no questions asked.
“Why haven’t you been answering my calls, Noemi?” I eyeballed her. “I’ve been calling, and you keep sending a nigga to voicemail. I don’t like to be ignored.”
Doing just that, she leaned over me and resumed a conversation with the greyhound-looking-ass nigga. Twisting my neck from side to side, I could feel my crazy activating. I told myself I was going to act like I had some sense tonight, but I’d clearly lied.
“Y’all muthafuckas really gone sit right here and play with me.” Grabbing the bun at the top of her head, I pulled her head back and brought her eyes to mine. It wasn’t enough to hurt her, but just the right amount of force to get her attention. “Why you playing with me, Noemi?” I placed my lips to her ear and whispered. Licking her lobe, I felt her shudder against me. “Do you really want me to show out in here?”
Placing my hand on her knee, I kissed her neck as I slowly began to trail it up the inside of her thigh. The music around us was still playing, but the air had thickened, and it wasn’t due to the smoke. I could feel the goosebumps begin to form on her skin as she began to pant.
“J-Jordan, what are you doing?” she said in a raspy tone, licking her bottom lip. “People can see us.”
“Imagine me giving a fuck.” I chuckled as I reached her center. Baby girl was soaked, and I knew it was because of me. Hell, it better have been. Pushing her panties to the side, I groaned at her clit being hard as a rock. “Who is this pussy wet for, Mi? Huh? You say the wrong thing, and I promise you… that mutt-looking friend of yours will die in this muthafucka tonight.”
“Oh my gosh!” she whimpered as she grabbed my wrist and started humping my hand. “I want you so bad.” She began to shake as I rubbed her faster. “Please, baby, make me come.”
If we weren’t in a lounge full of people, I would bend her over and fuck her right now. One thing she never had to do with me was beg for anything. She was deprived, and I knew that, but this was the best I could do. As bad as I wanted to stick my dick in her, I couldn’t. While I wouldn’t fuck her, I never said I wouldn’t make that pussy cry for me. I was working my fingers overtime to make sure she knew no other nigga would ever make her feel as good with just the flick of his wrist—only me.
“I think you’re little friend is enjoying the show, baby.” I placed a kiss at the corner of her mouth before gently biting her bottom lip as the nigga watched us from the next booth over. “Let that nigga see what only I can do to this pussy. Come, Noemi. Now.”
She didn’t have to be told twice as she dropped her head and shook like a leaf. It was a good thing these couches were leather because as I looked down to where my hand had disappeared, there was a puddle of her essence dripping down the edge.
“Fuck…” she huffed as she came down from her orgasm. “I’ve never had that done to me before.” She smirked before her eyes went wide with horror. “We’re in public, Jordan!”
“Too late to care.” I simpered, fixing her dress. “Grab your shit, and let’s go. We’re leaving.”
Peering up at me, I could see the moment she realized it wouldn’t be smart to defy me. Sighing heavily, she grabbed her clutch and my extended hand. Before we left the section, I walked back over to her little friend, who was staring at us. He glared at me in confusion as I took his untouched cup of water and cleaned my hand in it. Dumping the remainder on his head, I shrugged once I heard Mi gasp behind me.
“I figured after the little show we gave him, he needed to cool off.”
Clearly, the nigga was pussy, so I wasn’t expecting him to say or do anything to me. He proved me right as he jumped from his seat and all but ran out of the section. Noemi slapped my chest, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her fake-ass anger as I led her out of the lounge.
She giggled once we stepped outside. “Did you really park at the door? You really think you run this city, huh?”
“I do.” I nodded at the bouncer. “Ain’t that right, Joe?”
He said nothing as he gave us a tight-lipped smile. That was smart on his part because I was still itching to shoot somebody tonight. Opening the passenger door for Mi, she hesitated before getting in.
“I drove the rental here.” She pointed to a Mercedes across the lot. “I can’t just leave it.”
