Chapter 4
“Want a shot?”
Perfect was sitting on my front porch staring at nothing, but the weight of his thoughts supercharged the air. I was too afraid to move and be electrocuted by the waves of energy pulsing from him. I still wasn’t sure what went down, but I knew it wasn’t good.
After a second, he slowly turned to find me standing in my screen door holding up a bottle of cognac.
“What you know ‘bout that Yak?” he teased, even though his tone was flat. He seemed so defeated, and I hated to see it. Just a few hours ago, there was this light in his eyes, and a smile so sexy it could make the strongest woman buckle at the knees. Now, . . . I low key wanted to go back to Star’s and fuck her up for whatever she did because it felt like she ruined him.
He ran a hand down his face and leaned forward with his arms resting on his knees. He refused to come into the house and had spent the last hour or two sitting outside. I figured I would join him to try lifting his spirits if he allowed me to.
As if he could hear my thoughts, he returned his attention to me and nodded. “Yeah, I could use one right about now.”
I smiled, stepping deeper onto the porch and allowing the screen door to slam shut behind me.
I took a seat in the chair beside him and folded my legs under myself.
I had time to change into a pair of leggings and a cropped top, so I was super comfortable.
Perfect accepted the shot glass I passed to him, then took the bottle as well.
I silently watched him pour himself up to the rim, then tilt the bottle toward me.
I smiled, shoving my glass closer to him.
Once my shot was poured, we tapped glasses and tossed them back.
I made a sour face as the liquor warmed every inch of my insides that it collided with.
I shook my head with a scowl, then used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth.
We fell into a comfortable silence. I couldn’t help but look up and admire the starry night sky.
“I love sitting out here,” I admitted softly.
I didn’t know what made me share that with him, but I did, and it was like once I started talking, I couldn’t stop.
“My granny used to have a house with a huge wraparound porch. Plenty of land too. I always told myself, when I got older, I would have a porch just like that so I could sit in a rocking chair admiring the sky, just like her. Back then, I didn’t understand why she did it .
. .” I glanced at Port to find him silently watching me.
He was leaning back in his seat with his hands resting on his stomach. “I get it now though.”
He gave me a sad smile. “When I was locked up, I missed the outside the most. The sun, the moon, the stars, the wind. I haven’t been able to enjoy fresh air like this in a long time.” He chuckled dryly. “I can’t lie; this is not how I imagined my first day out would be.”
Leaning forward, I placed a hand on top of his knee. “I’m sorry,” I whispered sincerely.
“What for? You didn’t do anything.”
I shrugged as I returned to sitting up. “I know, but I can tell something happened that tainted what should’ve been a joyous occasion.”
He pinned me in place with an expression I couldn’t read.
I held my breath, waiting for him to say something.
Instead, he reached for the liquor bottle to pour himself another shot.
I passed him my glass to match his, and we toasted a second time.
I only had about two more of these shots before I would be barreling toward intoxicated.
“Star was playing me,” he whispered after a beat.
My eyes found his, and I could see the pain he was in.
It broke my heart to see the sorrow within the depths of his eyes.
“Like lied about me having a son, type of played me. Been fucking on some other nigga and currently pregnant by him for a second time. Apparently, Sterling is a junior.”
He shook his head, releasing a dead laugh before allowing his head to fall backward. “I mean, I’m a realist, so I figured over the years it was likely she was doing her own thing, but this shit . . . I never would’ve guessed. She broke my fucking heart, El.”
Hearing the crack in his voice made tears sprout to my lash lines.
I nibbled on my bottom lip because what could I say to that?
What Star had done was wrong. I could still hear how excited he was to meet his son earlier today.
She’d taken something special from him, and for no reason at all.
She allowed him to believe her lie for seven years; that was unforgivable on so many levels.
“You didn’t deserve that, Port. She is trifflin’ as fuck, and if you want, I will go stomp that ho out when she delivers her next baby.”
Perfect burst out laughing, and a wave of relief washed over me as I joined him.
“Calm down, Claressa Shields.” He shook his head and blew out a shaky breath.
“She ain’t worth it. At least she gave me something to look forward to while I was locked down.
” I could tell he was trying to find a silver lining in the situation, which made me empathize with him even more.
Perfect was a little rough around the edges, but he was a good man.
“So, what now?” I wondered.
He sighed with a shrug. “I don’t know yet, but I’ll figure it out. One thing I do know is going back to the Northside is not an option.” He glanced at me with a stern expression. “Don’t worry about me, Princess. I’ma be good.”
I picked up the cognac and began to pour myself another shot. As soon as I sat it down, he scooped it up to pour himself one too. “Fuck, Star!” I yelled.
He blessed me with another hearty chuckle. “Yo’ ass goofy as hell, but yeah. Fuck that ho.”
I smiled as we tossed the shots back, skipping over the part where we clinked glasses.
“You want to listen to some music?” He shrugged, so I went to grab my phone. I came back and put it on a playlist that played in the background while we poured up again.
When “Rare Film” by K Camp came on, I hopped up and started winding my hips. “I love this song,” I admitted jovially. I kind of forgot all about Port while I got lost in the beat and rapped along with Float.
Out of nowhere, Perfect said, “I’m feeling way too easy for you to be doing all of that in front of me.”
I glanced at him over my shoulder but never slowed my movements.
“Join me then,” I suggested with a wink.
He only eyed me for a second longer before I felt his big, warm hands sliding over my stomach.
Goosebumps immediately sprouted all over the surface of my skin.
I released a shaky breath, ignoring the spark I felt in my core when Port nuzzled his face in my neck. “Let’s make a movie,” I sang freely.
We swayed to the beat as it mixed into another K Camp song called “ARI.” It had a beat I found myself bouncing my ass to.
When I bent over in front of Perfect, his hands went to my waist, and I was sure I creamed a little when I felt something firm and lengthy against me.
I yelped when he slapped me on the ass, leaving fire in the wake of his assault.
“If I’m doing too much, just tell me,” he slurred. “But I’d be lying if I said you don’t look good as fuck right now.”
I giggled then spun around to face him. “And what if I said you weren’t doing enough?”
He smirked, pushing my hair from my face. “Then I’d have to fix that.”
I licked my lips as my head tilted to the side. I admired his handsome face and allowed the liquid courage to kick me off the ledge where logic resided. Right now, all I wanted was to find out if his lips were as soft as they looked. His intense eyes with the long lashes didn’t make it any easier.
“Please do.”
In a swift motion, he bent down to grab my phone, then hiked me up around his waist. He carried me into the house as if I weighed nothing.
“Which way to your bedroom, Princess?”
“At the end of the hall,” I replied giddily. I loved being hoisted around his waist and carried in his strong arms.
He kicked my door closed, then tossed me on my bed. We watched each other as we stripped out of our clothes. I drooled when I saw how ripped his midsection was. He clearly used his time in prison to work out because everywhere I looked was a bulge that made me tingle in places usually offline.
He licked his lips sexily, then he was on me like white on rice. I shuddered when he started to kiss up my body. When he got to my nipples, he paused to admire the heart-shaped bars I had in them.
He hummed approvingly. “This sexy as fuck, El,” he whispered. He stared into my eyes while slowly bending down until his mouth covered my nipple. He suckled it gently, making my back arch off the bed.
“Ahh, Perfect,” I cooed, loving this already, and he hadn’t even got started yet.
When he was finished making love to one breast, he moved to the other.
Each tug of his mouth unraveled my resolve a little more.
His lips slowly inched down my stomach until he was face-to-face with my pussy.
“Mmm, this what they call falling off the bone, ain’t it?
” he asked right before he dove in face-first.
I couldn’t stop moaning as he very expertly slobbered all over my pussy before licking it all up.
He moaned against me, making me buck my hips against his mouth.
I rolled my hips into his mouth, loving the way it created friction against my clit.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he inserted two fingers into me and began stroking in and out in tandem with his sucks on my clit.
The pressure continued to build up until I couldn’t take it anymore.
He had me so wet that it sounded like he was plunging his fingers into mac and cheese over and over.
“Ah, ah.” I twitched as the orgasm I fought against finally took over. “Ohhh, Port, I’m cumming,” I announced loudly.
I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “I can see that.” I had no time to catch my breath, because Perfect climbed between my legs and pinned them back. “I haven’t had pussy in seven years, El. I’m about to break your fucking back.”
I laughed, even though I was scared by the pressure I felt from his thick head trying to push into me. “I can handle it.”
He smiled and weakened my defenses. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”
He eased inside of me, and I tried to squeeze my eyes shut, but he wouldn’t let me. “Nah, look at me, El.”
I opened my eyes to find him looking at me tenderly. I gasped the deeper he pushed, and when he finally was seated inside of me, my mouth watered. It was so much dick . . . Tears began to slide down the side of my face.
His hips guided him in and out of me, stealing my ability to do anything other than feel. “You feel so fucking good, Princess.” He placed my legs on his shoulders, then grabbed my waist to lock me in place. Every stroke felt better than the one before it. It felt good when I heard him moaning too.
When he popped my big toe in his mouth, I liquified. All the sensations I was feeling at once, mixed with the liquor in my system, had me overstimulated. It was so much to feel that I couldn’t focus on one thing. All of it added to the pressure until I was once again ready to release all over him.
Port kept a perfect grip on my body, and the way he bit his lip made me gush all over him. “You like how I’m making this pussy cream, El?”
I nodded. “Yes, yes!”
He chuckled. “I know. Turn around, and throw that ass back on me.”
I followed directions because I missed him inside of me the second he pulled out.
With my ass up in the air, I prepared myself for him, but it still caught me off guard when he slid back in.
I immediately started to moan, and my body had to get reacclimated to his length and girth again.
He pushed my face into the bed, wrapped my hair around his hand, and drilled my shit.
The force of me throwing my ass back against him had him sliding deeper inside me after every collision of our bodies.
“Fuck, El. Fuckkk.”
My knees gave out, causing me to slink out of my arch, but he didn’t care. He kept beating my pussy up. I could feel all of him at that angle. He kissed my earlobe, not allowing me the opportunity to run at all.
“I’m about to . . . I’m about to . . . fuck!”
I felt his body tense up, and I didn’t mind, because he was nailing me to the cross.
I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I teased him on the porch, but I knew one thing for sure.
Port had the kind of dick you couldn’t experience once.
No, I was going to have to keep coming back to experience this level of ecstasy again and again.
By the way he bent down and kissed both my ass cheeks, I had a feeling he would let me anytime I wanted to.