I looked up and saw KoKo walking towards the booth with a hiked brow. All I could do was roll my eyes because she wasn’t going to let me hear the end of it. She slid into the empty side of the booth, and I sighed because unless they switched, Wilde was going to have to stay beside me.
“Hey boo,” I greeted KoKo as the waitress brought me and Wilde’s drinks over.
“Parking is extra crazy out there tonight. I almost went home.”
KoKo’s back was to the door, so she didn’t see Pierre and Jamal walk in. I saw him, however, and he was fine. He had rich, dark skin, a very low cut Caesar that was swimming with waves, and dimples. But he also had Nina, and I hoped KoKo was strong enough to resist his charm and good looks. From what I could tell, he wasn’t as much of an asshole as Wilde was. He sat beside KoKo, and Jamal sat in the empty booth across from us. I wished Pierre had done the same because the way we were seated made it look as if we were on a double date.
Despite my reservations about how we were seated, we actually had a nice time at the wing spot. Pierre, Jamal, and Wilde talked mostly among themselves while me and KoKo engaged in conversation. I had two strong drinks that gave me a good buzz, and out on the strip, I had a straight shot of tequila. I felt really good by the time Wilde decided to call it a night.
“I’m not taking you home.” He glanced over at me after we’d been in the car for a few minutes.
“Why not?” I frowned.
“Because you’re coming home with me. You can sleep in the other room.”
I wasn’t sure if I was irritated, relieved, or disappointed. Irritated because he was still dictating my time. Disappointed because he didn’t demand that I sleep with him. Or relieved that the night wasn’t about to end. I cracked a few jokes with him and wanted to be invited into his bedroom. I had it bad, and that was sad. The man was still blackmailing me and even though he’d shown a miniscule amount of decency, that shouldn’t mean I was ready to drop the panties for him. It had to be his looks, his ruggedness, and the way he beat Drew’s ass. I had to bite my lip to keep a smile from inching across my face as I remembered the way he got one up on Drew and started beating him to a pulp. I had no sympathy for a man that told me I couldn’t even carry a baby right.
That cruel memory reminded me of the child he had on the way and how his baby mama attempted to run up on me. Wilde also got cool points for taking up for me. I wasn’t scared of Ashley and if she wanted to run her mouth while pregnant, she could get slapped while pregnant. But I loved the way that Wilde stood protectively in front of me and dared her to touch me. My clit pulsated, and I wished that Wilde was taking me home. I wasn’t sure me and my raging hormones would be able to handle hearing him sex another woman while I was ridiculously turned on.
“I don’t even have a bag,” I stated as Wilde pulled his Benz into the garage.
“You good. You can sleep naked or in a new pair of boxer briefs I have and a tank top. You should be able to fit my briefs. It’s not like you have a fat ass.”
I scowled at him while he smirked. “You are a funny little nigga.”
“Ain’t shit little about me, G.”
Remembering how he had ole girl screaming and shrieking that night, I certainly believed him. I followed Wilde inside the house and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. It had been humid and muggy on the strip, and I wanted to shower ASAP. I didn’t care how hot it was outside. I just couldn’t take a cold shower. Plus, Wilde’s AC had the house nice and cool, so I took a long hot shower that was sure to have me sleeping like a baby. When I was done, I wrapped a towel around my body and looked around for an extra toothbrush. If he was going to be holding my ass hostage, he needed to make sure he had proper accommodations. I found what I was looking for in the linen closet and chuckled as I spotted a huge box of Magnums. He had enough condoms to last…shit, I didn’t know. If he had sex a lot, then not even thirty condoms would last him too long.
Slowly, I opened the bathroom door. Steam wafted into the hallway, and I didn’t see or hear Wilde. Walking into the room I’d be sleeping in, I saw that he’d placed a fresh pair of white boxer briefs on the bed, along with a white tank top. I didn’t have lotion or deodorant, but it would have to do. His ass better be taking me home early in the a.m. Once I was dressed, I slid underneath the covers and closed my eyes. I was drunk and exhausted and hoped it wouldn’t take sleep long to find me. Before I could drift off, I got that feeling in my lady parts. The sensation that I only felt when I needed a release bad. I knew if I didn’t rub one out, I’d never get to sleep.
I eased my finger into the boxer briefs I was wearing and placed my finger on my swollen bud. I didn’t have a gay bone in my body, but when I watched porn, I only watched lesbians. I guess a man and a woman having sex wasn’t exciting to me because I did the shit all the time. When watching porn, I likedto see things I didn’t engage in like lesbian sex and threesomes. I pictured myself being eaten out by a sexy, thick, baddie. I imagined her slurping my clit into her mouth and sucking feverishly. Biting my bottom lip, I began to rub my clit as I fantasized about getting my pussy eaten by a woman.
My self-pleasuring almost came to an end when visions of Wilde popped into my mental. I envisioned him walking over to me and tonguing me down while I was getting my pussy eaten, and I arched my back as my stomach caved in. I was getting into it when it felt as if someone was watching me. I continued to rub myself as my eyes slowly opened. And there he was. Wilde had entered the room and was watching me. He was shirtless and almost every inch of his upper body was covered in ink. The scent of soap entered the room with him.
The bulge in his black pajama pants made me aware that my assumption about him had been correct. I stopped rubbing myself. My emotions were fluctuating between being embarrassed and annoyed as Wilde and I had a brief stare off.
“Why you stop?” he questioned with an amused gleam in his eyes.
“Why are you here?” I asked. My tone was laced with irritation.
“Can I join you?”
My breath hitched in my throat as I waited to see if he was going to say sike or something stupid. When I didn’t respond, he inched closer to the bed. Standing beside the bed, Wilde stared down at me. “You have to say yes before I get in that bed.”
I hated that he was leaving it up to me. I was supposed to loathe him. “Cool,” he stated and started to turn away.
“Yes,” I snapped.
Wilde faced me and chuckled. “Don’t sound so excited.” He pushed his pants down, and the print in his boxer briefs almost made my eyes jump out of their sockets.
“You better go in the bathroom and get a condom. You have plenty,” it was my turn to smirk.
Wilde went to get a condom, and I sucked in a deep breath. Was I really about to have sex with him? He came back into the room, took his boxer briefs off, and I stopped breathing as I eyed the longest, thickest, dick I’d ever seen in my life. I apologized internally to ole girl, whoever she was, for even thinking she was being dramatic and doing the most. Wilde pulled the cover back and placed his body on top of mine.
“You sure you want to do this?” his breath was minty, and his hair smelled like shampoo.
I nodded, and Wilde snaked his tongue into my mouth. The act was pleasantly unexpected. He kissed me aggressively and with passion. Like maybe he’d been wanting to kiss me for a minute. He kneaded my breast through the tank top, and I could feel the moistness in the center of the briefs I had on. Wilde broke the kiss, pushed my shirt up, and eyed my breast for a moment before taking it into his mouth. I fisted his curls as he devoured me hungrily. By the time Wilde moved his mouth over to my neck and started sucking, I was insanely wet. He yanked the boxer briefs down forcefully, and I swear I almost came. The roughness and passion that he was exhibiting turned me on to no end.
