Chapter 15
A couple weeks later…
For the past couple weeks, shit had been real good between me and Reni, and I ain’t even gon’ lie, I ain’t expect it to smooth out the way it did after how we went at each other that night.
That whole club shit could’ve went left in a real way, and I knew that, but she knew that shit too.
Reni thought she was doin’ something’ by steppin’ out in them little ass shorts with her whole ass out and postin’ that shit like she ain’t know I was gon’ see it.
I remember sittin’ there watchin’ her stories with my jaw tight as hell, already knowin’ I was finna pull up before I even grabbed my keys.
And when I got there and saw her all in some nigga’s face, laughin’ and leanin’ in like she ain’t have no damn sense, I ain’t even waste time talkin’.
I handled that shit the only way I knew how, and next thing I knew, I had that nigga laid out and everybody in the club scatterin’ like roaches.
After that, I took her home, still heated, and feelin’ that shit all in my chest. We argued all the way there. But that argument turned into somethin’ else soon as we got inside.
I ain’t gon’ dress it up like it was soft or sweet, ’cause it wasn’t.
I had her bent, stretched, and cryin’ my name, hands grabbin’ at me, her nails diggin’ into my skin, tappin’ on my leg like she ain’t know if she could take it or not.
And I ain’t let up either ’cause she had been playin’ with me too long like she forgot who the fuck I was.
By the time I was done with her, all that attitude she walked in with was gone, and she was layin’ there breathin’ hard and lookin’ at me different, like that shit finally clicked for her.
After that, she got her shit together.
Of course, she was still Reni. She still had her mouthpiece and was gon’ pop it when she felt like it. But all that extra shit she was doin’ before; all that pushin’ and testin’ me just to see what I would do… that stopped. She wasn’t out here movin’ wild or tryna get a reaction outta me no more.
It was like she remembered who she was dealin’ with, and I ain’t have to keep remindin’ her after that.
It felt like she was actually tryna meet me halfway. And the more I was around her without all that tension sittin’ between us, the more I became a part of the shit she did when she wasn’t bein’ hard.
Reni really be takin’ care of her people…
I watched her give her sister five hundred dollars like it wasn’t nothin’, just handin’ it over ’cause she knew she needed it for rent, and she ain’t make a big deal out of it or try to hold it over her head. She just did it and kept movin’ like that’s what you supposed to do.
Her cousin’s car had been down for a minute, and even on days she ain’t have to be up, she was still gettin’ up early, throwin’ somethin’ on, and drivin’ her to work without complainin’.
Then it was the other side of her, the side most people wouldn’t even think about unless they knew her for real.
Reni would be up in that morgue doin’ hair for the deceased, takin’ her time with it and makin’ sure they looked right before their people had to come see ’em one last time.
Then came her toy drive, the one she threw every year. She had a whole setup goin’, organized better than some businesses I done seen, and the name of it was The Harper Foundation Drive. The name was painted across all shirts her and her people had on.
She had her family out there with her, movin’ like a real team, passin’ out toys, checkin’ kids names off lists and keepin’ everything in order while the food truck she booked was givin’ out plates to anybody that came through.
Kids was runnin’ around laughin’, parents was thankin’ her, and she was just movin’ through it all like it was second nature.
I had a shirt on, too, posted up right beside her, helpin’ unload boxes, passin’ out toys, liftin’ kids so they could grab what they wanted, crackin’ jokes with ’em and makin’ ’em laugh.
One lil’ boy ain’t wanna leave my side and kept askin’ me if I was comin’ back next year.
I told him yeah, even though I ain’t even know what I was doin’ next week.
Reni kept lookin’ over at me, smilin’ every time she caught me doin’ somethin’, and it was somethin’ about that look that sat with me.
After that, I fell right back into a rhythm with her. I was back at her place every night, walkin’ in after handlin’ whatever I had to handle, and she always had the crib feelin’ like I was steppin’ into somethin’ solid.
She kept a candle lit, some soft shit fillin’ the air soon as I walked in, and she always had food on the stove like she knew I was comin’ without me havin’ to say it.
I would come in, toss my keys down, and she would be right there, either stirrin’ somethin’ or lookin’ over her shoulder at me with that smile she always gave me when she acted like she hadn’t been waitin’ on me.
“Wash your hands,” she’d say, actin’ like she was irritated, but was already fixin’ my plate.
After I ate, she rubbed my back, her hands movin’ slow across my shoulders like she knew exactly where I held my tension. I ain’t even realize how much I needed the shit until she started doin’ it, and now it was just part of how my nights went.
One night, she finally talked to my mama.
That had been a whole thing between us, ’cause she stayed on me about not introducin’ her to my parents, and I kept tellin’ her it wasn’t about her, it was just me movin’ how I move. But I let her get on the phone and stood there listenin’ while she straightened her tone and got real respectful.
“Yes ma’am… no ma’am… it’s so nice to finally speak with you…”
She handled that shit right, which made me feel better about the whole situation.
My mama ended up laughin’ before they got off the phone, tellin’ her she was lookin’ forward to meetin’ her soon, and I saw the way Reni’s face softened after that, like that meant more to her than she was tryna let on.
Spendin’ my nights with Reni, seein’ her here, knowin’ she held her people down the way she did… That shit turned a nigga on.
I was laid back on the couch with one leg stretched out, a blunt in one hand and a glass of dark Clase Azul Reposado in the other while Reni sat right on my dick, ridin’ my shit slow.
Some smooth R&B trap shit was playin’ low through the speakers, the bass soft but heavy enough to feel it in the floor, and the whole room just felt good. The lights was dim, just enough to catch the shine on her skin every time she moved, and my eyes stayed locked on her the whole time.
Reni leaned in, her lips draggin’ along my neck while her hips rolled slow, grindin’ down on me in a way that had me sittin’ here takin’ it instead of rushin’ it.
I let her have her moment for a second, watchin’ her work, but I still kept my hand on her with my thumb pressin’ into her hip just enough to remind her I was right here with her.
We was both on a Honey Pack, so everything felt thicker and heavier, like every lil’ movement mattered more than it usually would. That shit had my body locked in, and my focus all on her. I felt every slide of her pussy, every roll and every time she dropped back down on me.
I took a pull from the blunt while watchin’ her, then slid my hand down to her hip and pushed up into her just a lil’ deeper, feelin’ the way her body reacted to it right away.
Her brows pulled together, and she let out that soft gasp that always got me, like she ain’t expect it, even though she knew what a nigga was workin’ with.
I smirked a lil’ at that, lettin’ her feel it again just to see her face do that same shit.
I brought the blunt back to my lips, took another hit, then pulled her down by the back of her neck and kissed her.
Soon as her lips parted, I blew the smoke in her mouth, watchin’ it drift out slowly.
I slid my tongue in her mouth, kissin’ her deep and sloppy while the last of it drifted out between us.
“Yeah…” I muttered low, lettin’ my head fall back against the couch while she lifted just enough to slide off my dick, then dropped back down slow, takin’ every inch like she wanted to feel all of it. I let out a low breath through my nose, my grip tightenin’ while I watched her take me like this.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned into me, pressin’ them soft ass titties against my chest while her hips kept that same slow roll, and I spread my legs more, pushin’ my dick into her deeper just to hear her cry.
I ain’t even try to hide the way I watched her with my eyes low, takin’ in every reaction she gave me.
“Fuck, baby… this dick feel so good,” she moaned, her voice low and dragged out like she was already gone.
The deeper I pushed into her, the wetter she got, and I could feel that nut buildin’ up. Every time she slid down on me, I felt it more. I felt her givin’ it up without even tryna hold it back, and that shit had me sittin’ here enjoyin’ it instead of rushin’ to finish.
I finally tapped the blunt out in the ashtray and picked my glass back up, takin’ a slow sip while I looked at her. She was starin’ at me with her lip caught between her teeth and her brows pulled in tight. I could tell she was tryna hold it together but already losin’ that fight, and I liked that.
I set the glass down and slid my hand over her ass, palmin’ it slow before I started movin’ her myself, draggin’ her back and forth on my dick, controlin’ the pace while she followed it.
She started runnin’ her hands along my neck and up into my waves, her fingers pressin’ in like she needed somethin’ to hold on to. Her body was startin’ to give in, and I could feel it in the way she moved, and the way her rhythm started slippin’.
“Baby…” she breathed out, still movin’ slow but not as steady.
I smacked her ass, rubbed over it, then spread it open, keepin’ her right where I wanted her. My grip tightened some more, lettin’ her know I was just as deep in.
“I know, baby,” I said low in her ear. “Keep ridin’ it slow like this…. I want you to feel all ya nut.”
I kept rollin’ her pussy on me, feelin’ how tight she was gettin’ and how her body kept reactin’ every time I pushed into her just a lil’ deeper.
I stayed right here with her, not lettin’ her speed up too fast. I wanted to keep her in that slow, heavy motion that had her body givin’ out piece by piece.
Her pussy was wet as hell, damn near slickin’ my thighs up, and that shit had my dick throbbin’ harder the longer she stayed on me. I could feel it in my chest, in my stomach, and in the way my grip tightened on her ass every time she moved.
She tried to keep that same rhythm, but it started breakin’ on her, her hips switchin’ up, goin’ from slow rolls to short, desperate strokes while her moans got louder and more strained. Her hands gripped me tighter with her nails pressin’ in like she ain’t even realize she was doin’ it.
Then she came…
Her whole body tightened up on my dick, her pussy clenchin’ down hard, grippin’ the fuck out my shit.
She started shakin’ and breathin’ hard while she kept grindin’ through it, ridin’ it out like she ain’t have no control over it no more.
I felt every bit of that shit and it had me lettin’ out a low breath while I held her tight.
I slid my hand up her back and gripped the back of her neck, pullin’ her down into me while she came. I held her close with her face pressed into my neck while her body shivered through it, my hand movin’ slowly up and down her back while she rode that shit out.
“You came hard, baby. My dick felt that shit,” I said low and right in her ear while I kept her close.
I knew she was in her feelins so I kissed, loved, and held her through it, lettin’ her settle back down on my dick. I stayed right here with my hand still on her.
Even after she came, I kept her movin’ and rollin’ her hips on my dick ’cause I had no plans of stoppin’.
I was finna fuck on her all night.