Chapter 4
Frequency
The party was over, and a nigga was feeling good standing at the front door letting all these mothafuckas out of my house for the night.
When the last person was gone, I shut and locked that door tight.
Spinning around, I came face to face with Harbor at the bottom of the staircase.
She gave me a small smile, cute as hell, and I moved in her direction.
Leaning against the railing, she kind of swayed from side to side and I knew that she was still buzzed from all the drinks she’d consumed.
I stopped right in front of her, peering down at her hungrily.
I had a taste for something, and only she would be able to fulfill it.
Sliding one arm behind her back, I drew her closer until the space between us didn’t exist.
“Did you enjoy your birthday?” she asked, slinging her arms around me.
Her hands massaged the back of my neck and I nodded.
“Sure in the fuck did. I know the perfect way to end this night, too.” I knelt over, my mouth taking hers.
Her soft ass moans woke my dick up. Leaving my hands on her waist, I hung on to her so she didn’t try to get away from me. She fed me her tongue and I scooped her up. It took her by surprise, making her squeal like a little ass girl.
“Damn, you feeling a little heavy.” I toyed with her.
“Free, I am not!” she pouted, swatting my shoulder.
“Nah, I like that shit.” I assured her between kisses. “Thick ass.”
In all the months that we had been fucking around, I was always in her bedroom because I didn’t want to risk Ivy walking into my shit.
Tonight, I didn’t care. She was with her auntie for the evening, and we had the house to ourselves for the most part.
I nudged my door open and carried Harbor inside after hitting the lights, dimly lighting the room.
She looked around, inspecting everything while keeping her arms around my neck.
Taking her over to the bed, I set her on the edge and stood upright while peeling my suit jacket off.
Her warm eyes stayed glued to me. Reaching for my belt buckle, she undid my pants, holding a nigga under her potent ass stare.
When my strong rod emerged, she kissed the tip and precum graced it.
Harbor licked around it and suctioned my man into her warm mouth with ease.
I had given her some pointers on the art of sucking dick when she first started, and she took that shit and ran with it.
A lot of niggas complained about females not wanting to suck their dick, more so their woman than anything.
In my personal opinion, every woman had that nasty side to her.
It was your job as her man to make her comfortable enough to allow it to release.
Shit, if a bitch was good at sucking dick, a nigga had to wonder how much time and practice she had put in.
Bitches these days meet you in the club and be giving you sloppy toppy by the end of the fucking night.
I could never trust a bitch on that level.
Chances were, I wasn’t the only nigga that she was sucking up.
I threw my head back and her wet mouth took me over the edge. She bobbed up and down on my shit like it was a hot summer day and my tool was a bomb pop she couldn’t wait to devour.
“Shit.” I groaned, my hand falling on the back of her head and easing her along until she allowed me to pump into her face while she gagged on my shit.
“Fuck!” I groaned, letting off a walnut that was about to make my fucking knees cave.
Harbor took that shit like a champ and swallowed every drop.
She kept her jaws working until I was stiff again, anxious to get in her walls.
Her ass was trying to be reigning champ already, having a nigga bitching up and crying out like she had resurrected him.
When she finally came up off my wood for some air, it made that pop sound and she stared back up at me daringly.
Her hands caressed my stomach and chest while she brought herself to her knees on the mattress.
Roping her into a strong kiss, I eased her dress down her shoulders and tasted her tongue.
She didn’t have on a bra or panties, and I admired every curve.
“You one perfect mothafucka, Harbor.” I whispered in the shadow casted room.
Both of her hands found my face and she kissed me.
Shit was strong, and soul stirring. Shorty was breathing something else into me.
Tapping into that section I had closed off and reserving that shit for herself.
I held her close, taking in a deep breath while kissing her and steering her to the bed.
I helped slide her dress past her thighs and soaked in every fucking centimeter of her frame.
My hand caressed her stomach first. I planted soft kisses all over, showing attention to her inner thighs before I latched on to her wet pearl.
She hissed and her body jerked. Holding her in place by her hips, I dove into her warm, honeypot.
Harbor clung to the sheets and I buried my face in her sweet nectar until I was inhaling that shit and about to overdose.
Her legs locked and she grasped at my head while working her wet ass pussy into my face.
She released a warm ass gush on my tongue and I latched on again, making sure to devour every drop.
“Uhnn!” She screamed, legs trembling.
Biting her inner thigh, I finally came up for air.
She twitched and I couldn’t wait to slip inside her snug well.
She turned over, throwing her hair over her shoulder and showing me her pretty ass face.
All that ass and the yearning in her gaze turned a nigga up a few more degrees.
Harbor hit the perfect fucking arch. My dick tapped at her slippery opening a few times before he dove inside, bareback with no fucking regrets.
Her walls engulfed me until I was tapping at her warm center.
She had me sparkling with her juices after a few strokes and a nigga was losing the fight when she threw that shit back.
“Let that shit go.” I growled in her ear, feeling her near combustion again as her clit hardened and she did as she was fucking told.
Grabbing her hands, I kept them behind her back, hemming her up and pumping every inch of dick into her in long strokes. “Fuckkkk!” She howled, clawing at the sheets.
Face turned to the side, head buried in the mattress, Harbor took that shit like a champ when I sped up, my pelvis slapping against her ass until I dumped my seeds inside her.
Slipping out of her, I kissed each cheek before applying another soft peck to her back.
She lowered her bottom half down into the mattress and I found her lips before collapsing on the bed at her side.
Harbor rested on her stomach, panting, eyes on me.
With my head against my expensive ass mattress, I stared at the ceiling.
Between the alcohol and the orgasms, I was at ease like a soldier.
Taking a glimpse of her lying next to me with her eyes now closed, a smile fell on my lips.
Baby had slipped into a sex coma. Scooting closer, I kissed her cheek, and then her lips.
“This is it, ma. I’m all in this time. In every way.” I vowed, my index finger tracing her mouth.
“Me too. Riding until the wheels fall off.” She kissed me back.
We fucked for hours. Her body bent in ways I didn’t know were capable, and her pussy drowned a nigga.
Eventually, we were both on empty, completely depleted and dozing off in each other’s arms. When I stirred, the clock beside my bed read 3:01 am.
My room was still illuminated by the yellow light and when I glanced off to my right, Harbor slept peacefully beside me.
With her face buried in the pillows, she looked so content.
Smiling, I leaned in and kissed her. She stirred a little but didn’t wake.
A nigga had a mouth as dry as the fucking Sahara though, so I climbed out of bed to go grab some water downstairs.
I slipped my silk robe around me and put my feet in the slides beside my bed.
Harbor rolled over, but switched her head on the pillow.
I studied her back for a minute before I moved closer to the door.
Hitting the light switch the room was now covered in darkness.
I ducked into the hallway and something immediately caught my attention.
I could hear raised voices as I quietly made my way down the staircase.
At the landing I paused as Celine’s voice became recognizable.
“I said stop it, Kut!” I could hear some rustling around, like they were engaging in some kind of entanglement. “And stop bringing that bitch here. What is the point? For you to flaunt your marriage in my face once again?”
“That’s what you think? I didn’t ask her here. I didn’t even know she was fucking coming.” His voice was low. “I came to talk some fucking sense into Free. What the fuck, Celine? You should have intervened. I shouldn’t even be here.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” She snapped, and I was unable to pull myself from the conversation.
I needed to know where this shit was going.
“I’m talking about him and this girl. She needs to go.” Kut declared, and a cold silence filled the kitchen.
I felt that shit sweep into the hall.
“Harbor is not the issue here.” Celine responded. “She cares about him; she cares about Ivy—”
“He took this girl. If he moves wrong one fucking time, she can blow his whole life up! And Ivy, you think it’s safe for her to be around her?” He pressed.
“I have taken the time to get to know her. She’s not like that. She’s been abandoned by the people in her life, alienated. Partly because of what happened to her, and another part because of her own mother. What you did to Halo—”
“Had to be done!” He interrupted her.