14. Malik #2
During a timeout in the third quarter, the kiss cam started making its rounds on the Jumbotron. I watched it bounce from couple to couple, getting closer to our section.
“Baby,” I said, nudging her.
“What?” she looked up at me, then followed my gaze to the big screen.
There we were, in high definition, for the entire arena to see. The crowd erupted when they realized it was D’s VIP guests on camera.
“Oh my God, we’re on TV!” she squealed, but I was already leaning in. She leaned into me. The kiss was soft at first, then deeper as the crowd went wild. When we broke apart, she was blushing hard, but laughing.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” she said, burying her face in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, and she leaned her head on my shoulder. The kiss cam moved on, but people around us were still clapping and cheering. I could feel her heart racing against me.
“You okay?” I asked, rubbing her back.
“More than okay,” she said, pulling back to look at me. “That was amazing. I feel like I’m in a movie or something.”
We held hands for the rest of the game, and I barely watched the action on the court. I was too busy watching her, the way she cheered, how she asked me questions about plays, the pure joy on her face. This woman deserved to feel this special every single day.
The home team won by twenty, and Dee had definitely put on a show like he promised. As the crowd dispersed, I took her hand.
“Ready for part two?”
“There’s more?”
“We got dinner reservations at Meridian.”
Her eyes widened. “The place that’s booked six months out?”
“Connections, baby. Connections.”
Twenty minutes later, we were seated at the best table in the house, champagne flowing, her telling me about every play like I hadn’t been sitting right next to her.
Meridian was an upscale seafood restaurant.
It was fairly new and getting into it was a task in itself, but again, if my baby wanted it, she would have it, and she’d been dying to get here to try the lobster bisque and stuffed crab cakes.
“I still can’t believe Davinci Bryns knows my name now,” she said, taking another sip of champagne. “Wait until I tell Halo and Winnie. Especially Halo.”
As if they’d heard their names, her phone started ringing with a FaceTime call. I smiled and nodded for her to take it. I loved that she had friends who were genuinely her sisters. No bad blood, no competing or jealousy, just pure love and support.
“Bitch, say it ain’t so,” Halo’s voice came through the speaker before the video even connected. “I know I ain’t see what I saw.”
“It’s so, girl! Courtside! My man had me courtside!” Sametra held up the phone, panning around the restaurant. “Now we’re at Meridian.”
“Stop lying!” Winnie’s voice joined in.
“Hey, ladies,” I said, leaning into the frame.
“Hey, Dr. Big Daddy!” they chorused, making Sametra laugh so hard she snorted.
“Y’all are so embarrassing,” she said, but she was glowing. “I gotta go, y’all hoes just blew it. I’ll call y’all tomorrow with all the details.”
“You better! And Malik, thank you for treating our girl right!” Winnie called out before Sametra hung up.
I raised a brow. “Dr. Big Daddy, huh?”
She grinned, unbothered. “You disappointed?”
“Hell yeah. I’m disappointed you haven’t called me that once.”
“Rommy ain’t enough?”
“Nah, I need that Dr. Big Daddy energy confirmed in moaning.”
She leaned in, kissed my lips with her mango lip gloss, and let her hand slide under the table to palm my dick through my pants. “And you’ll get it tonight. Trust and believe that.”
I shifted in my seat, clearing my throat just as the waiter appeared to take our orders. Her hand never left my lap, she kept teasing my balls under the table, forcing me to focus through clenched teeth as I stumbled through my meal choice. She didn’t stop until he walked away.
“Mimi, you really play too damn much,” I said, shifting again. “You want some dick right here in the restaurant?”
“Is that on the menu?” she whispered, nibbling my ear. “You, my love, have officially turned me out. It’s your fault.”
I kissed her lips, those divinely made, juicy ass lips, I needed to taste her just to stay grounded. I was two seconds from saying fuck this meal entirely, but I’d pulled strings to get us in here, and we needed the energy for what I planned to do later.
Dinner blurred after that, her hand drifting under the table again, eyes lit up with mischief, like she was daring me to throw her on the linen-covered table and serve dessert that didn’t come from the kitchen.
By the time we slid into the G-Wagon, my self-control was down to fumes, and she was tipsy and warm enough to let me do whatever the hell I wanted.
“You have a good time?” I asked, settling in behind the wheel.
“Baby, I have a good time every time I’m with you. But tonight?” She turned to face me, one leg folded up on the seat, lips slick and parted. “Tonight was perfect. Now what?”
When she looked at me like that, I already knew where this was going.
“No,” I said, knowing damn well I didn’t mean it.
“Please. Last time,” she whispered, dragging the word out like a secret. “I swear.”
“Last time, MiMi. You gon fuck around and we gon lose our damn freedom,” I muttered, but I was already pulling off into the nearest parking garage. I drove all the way to the top where it was empty. I couldn’t tell my baby no. Honestly, I never tried.
She climbed into my lap like we were back in high school. That G-Wagon had always turned into her damn playground.
“You drove this for a reason, didn’t you, Dr. Big Daddy?”
My dick twitched hard, and she smirked. Her skirt bunched around her hips as she reached between us and freed me from my pants. “Be honest with me.”
She stroked my dick, making it hard for me to think, “Answer me baby. You wanted to get me all riled up.”
“Yeah, I drove it on purpose,” I said as she moved from my lap and bent over.
Her breath hit the tip of my dick first. Then her warm wet tongue teased me flicking back and forth.
The sensation had me doing all I could to restrain myself.
She dragged her tongue through the precum like it was honey. I hissed, hand gripping the headrest.
She took me slowly, deep, eyes locked on mine the whole time. Her throat flexed around me, and I damn near saw stars. My hand slid into her curls, guiding her pace, but she already knew what I liked, when to go slow, when to choke on my shit, when to suck like her life depended on it.
When she gagged, eyes watering just a little, my hips jerked on instinct, and my balls tightened like a warning shot.
I was about to embarrass myself.
“Fuck,” I gritted, head tipped back against the seat.
Her hand gripped the base, stroking with the same rhythm her mouth had just set. My whole body twitched like a live wire.
“C’mere,” I growled, grabbing her under her arms and dragging her up into my lap.
Her lips were swollen, her breathing heavy, and her eyes dared me to finish what she started.
I lifted her skirt and pushed her thong aside, dragging my fingers through her soaked center.
“You smell so good, baby, and you looked even fucking better tonight.”
She sank down on me and we exhaled, foreheads pressed together, her walls welcoming me home.
“Thank you, baby.”
She started slowly, rolling her hips while I freed her breasts from her shirt. I kissed and sucked each nipple, taking my time, feeling every tremor run through her.
She leaned back, arching, letting me watch her body ride mine like a snake charmer, her eyes hypnotized me. I was in a daze, and I couldn’t look away.
“You know what I want,” she said through a breathy moan, her lip caught between her teeth.
She didn’t have to say anything else. I gripped her hips and thrust upward, hard and fast, hitting that deep spot she loved until her moans turned into a high-pitched cry. We had the G-wagon rocking. She clenched around me, her body shaking, soaking my lap as she collapsed onto my chest.
“Fuck, baby...”
I let her breathe, let her take the rhythm back, riding slow and sweet, head on my shoulder.
Then I said it.
“Come with me to meet my mama.”
She stilled and lifted her head until her eyes met mine, wide, searching. Then a soft smile spread across her lips.
“I’d love to.”
That was all I needed.
I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard, tongue, teeth, passion. My hand stayed wrapped around her throat, not choking, just holding her there, letting her know she was going anywhere…ever.
She rode me with everything she had, her pussy clenching around me trying to trap my soul. Her second orgasm hit, loud and shaking, and I wasn’t far behind.
“Grrr…fuck… fuck…Sametra,” I growled against her lips, body jerking as I came deep, muscles locking, vision going white around the edges. My grip tightened on her neck as I spilled into her, pulled from somewhere only she could pull from.
We sat there for a minute, tangled, sweaty, high on each other. She’d be having my seed soon.
“Get some rest before we hit the crib,” I murmured. “How many you got in you?”
She smirked. “Unlimited.”
“Yeah, aight,” I said, laughing. She giggled, and I watched her slide back to her seat like nothing happened. She pulled out the hand wipes she always carried, cleaned us both up like she hadn’t just fucked my head up even more, and leaned back in the seat like she was satisfied.
We rode in silence after that; I watched her sleep.
The windows were down, music low, her fingers brushing mine every few minutes.
And me, still wondering how the hell I got so lucky.
And how the fuck was I going to eliminate Ashe to make sure he never got to fuck with her again?
This peace between us had to remain. If untethered, I knew I’d be no good.