Chapter 15 #2
“Don’t Celeste me. He’s meeting Kandi tomorrow; I have to meet him too.” She steps to me. “I’m Celeste, her godmother, and you are?”
“Xai, ma’am,” I say.
“Ohh. He’s a gentleman. I like him already,” she says, then smirks at Adora. “So Xai, how did you and Adora meet?”
“At her job. I was getting—” I begin but Adora cuts me off.
“We have to go. We’re going to be late,” she says then widens her eyes for me to agree.
“Yeah. Sorry. We gotta go but it was nice meeting you,” I say.
“Adora, get my babies out,” Miss Celeste directs, then steps a little closer to me.
“I don’t think I need to say this but I am.
Her and those little girls deserve the world and all the goodness in it.
Make sure you give them that and keep that smile on her face.
You hear me?” she says, her sternness contradicting her smile but her care for them is loud and clear.
“Yes, ma’am. I heard you and I got them.”
“Good,” she says while nodding. “Now, hurry up before y’all are late. Hmph.”
She walks over to Romi and Averi and hugs them at the same time. Adora follows and I’m right behind them with the bags. At the door, Romi and Averi hug and kiss their mom. Romi hugs me and Averi daps me up with the one she created for us.
“What did she say to you?” Adora asks once we are back in my ride.
“She told me to keep making you smile.”
“Oh, you got that on lock, right?” she says with a smirk.
“All day,” I assure her.
We head to my crib and pull into my garage about thirty minutes later. When we enter my kitchen, she walks right to my fridge and opens the doors. She examines both sides, then glances over at me.
“So you really don’t cook. There are two shelves of just drinks,” she comments.
“I can make something happen if I need to, but nah, I don’t cook.”
“I see but I love the black in this kitchen,” she says referring to my all-black appliances and marble counter tops.
She walks out of the kitchen and takes her own tour of my crib.
When she finishes downstairs and heads up, I follow, enjoying the view.
“I love this,” she says when she sees my small ,open theater room.
There’s a hundred and twenty inch television on the wall, four theater-style chairs, a small bar area with a mini fridge and an old school table arcade game I rarely play. “Do you watch a lot of TV in here?”
“Mostly sports.”
“Well, we are going to watch a movie. The girls would love this.”
“Yeah. They can watch their mermaid movie here,” I say and she steps to me and kisses my lips.
“They would love that,” she says with a nod. Then she grabs my hand and we walk into my room. I roll her bag to my closet and she steps to my bed. “Black, sexy, and clean,” she utters.
“You talking about me or my room,” I tease after stepping behind her.
“Both. I’m going to enjoy my stay here.”
“I’m going to enjoy it too.”
After turning to face me, she asks, “And you’re sure your brother isn’t coming back?”
“He’s been gone all week and he isn’t answering. I’m sure he’s with his girl. It’s just us,” I assure her.
“Even better. Go find us a movie while I get comfortable and change. I can’t wait to get into one of those comfy chairs,” she says before pecking my lips and walking to my closet.
I’ve been to Adora’s crib a lot but this is the first time she’s in my space and I can’t lie, she looks good as fuck. Comfortable, natural, right. She just fits. We fit.
When she walks into my bathroom, I leave and trek back to the theater room.
I don’t have a clue about a movie. Real shit, having her sexy ass here has only one thing on my damn mind.
And it’s not watching anything on this big screen.
Nevertheless, for her, I power it on and open the streaming apps.
Nothing is grabbing my attention because all of it is focused on her in my room.
Finally, I decide on one of Oakley Charles’ movies.
She’s from here and a lot of women fuck with her movies.
As soon as I cue it, Adora walks out and I’m fucking speechless.
She’s wearing a little ass lace bra, barely covering her titties, and even smaller matching lace panties.
I feel my shit bricking up through my jeans; she looks incredible.
“You found a movie?” she asks as she steps between my legs, right in front of me.
“Nah,” I lie, then press the power button on the remote. Fuck that movie.
Her hands land on top of my head and she rakes her fingers over my hair. “Why? I wanted to climb into this chair and watch one with you,” she says.
Dying to touch, suck, kiss, and fuck her, I snake my hands up the back of her legs up to her perfect ass. When she leans in and kisses the top of my head, I kiss her belly button then swirl my tongue around her ring.
“Instead of watching a movie, let’s make our own,” I say and she grins.
“That’s what’s on your mind?”
“Hell yeah. You in this lil shit, smelling all good, and looking edible as fuck, I can’t process or think about nothing else.”
“Me either,” she says, then winks.
Her hands move from my head to the sides of my face.
Starting with my forehead, she plants kisses down my face.
When she reaches my lips, she kisses me nastily while her hands move to my shirt.
She tugs then starts pulling it up. To assist whatever she has on her sexy mind, I lift my arms. Once my shirt is off, she stares into my eyes for a moment.
My eyes question her next move, but all of my wonder disappears when she unbuttons my jeans. She drops to her knees, reaches into my boxers, and gently pulls my shit out.
“Fuck,” I groan at the sight of her hands wrapping around my dick and her licking her lips. “Shit.”
Taking her time, she runs her thumb across the tip then kisses it softly.
When she takes the head into her pretty mouth, I damn near lose it.
A groan falls out while my head falls back onto the chair.
She covers my shit with her warm mouth next and I lose it.
My hands grip the hell out of her braids as she devours my dick.
After blessing me with fire ass head in the theater room, Adore climbed on me and rode my dick like she owned it.
Then we went into my bedroom and I buried myself in her sweet pussy.
When we got up this morning, we showered together, got dressed and headed to Morningside.
Since the music festival is basically all day, we met her homegirl Kandi and her husband, Chad, there at ten, but now we’re leaving.
“Chad is nice, right?” she asks.
“Yeah. He’s chill.”
“And Kandi? You liked her too, right? ’Cause she loves you already,” she gushes.
It’s very clear she and Kandi are super close and Kandi means a lot to Adora because she was a little anxious on the drive to the restaurant. She loosened up when Kandi hugged me as soon as we were introduced though. Kandi really is cool people, she and her husband.
“Yes. I like Kandi. She says some wild shit though,” I respond.
“All the damn time,” she gushes, pleased at my answer. “And thanks again for this and the VIP passes. Kandi loves A’so and is too excited to possibly meet him. And I can’t wait to hear Yara’s new single; supposedly she’s working on some new shit.”
“I just wanted you to have a good time today.”
“It’s been good since the shower,” she says with a simper.
My hand reaches over and lands on her thigh. I love touching her, so for the rest of our ride to the outdoor amphitheater, I caress it.
Traffic is pretty good until we reach the final turn for the theater. Her people are right behind me in their ride and they stay close as we follow the off-duty cops and signs leading us to parking. The whole damn city must be out because it’s packed. I’m barely creeping over ten miles per hour.
When we reach the VIP lot, we are stopped and I show our passes.
This lot is closest to the theater. In fact, we can see the big ass tour buses of the major artists from here.
It’s a day of music—R&B and rap—and the lineup is straight gas.
Besides the majors like A’so, Yara, Samari, and Sol, local artists and the artists signed to A’so’s label, Trap Killerz, are also performing.
“You ready?” I ask when I kill the engine.
“Too ready,” she replies.