Sixteen
Kema
I was not ready to leave Cancún. Maybe I was getting used to being with Ace every day or maybe I just enjoyed being anywhere but home. The thought of going home and never seeing or being with Ace again crossed my mind more than I would like to admit.
I blame niggas for this shit. Niggas talked a good game in the past. I wanna see you Kema.
I see a future with you Kema. Be with me Kema.
Blah, blah, motherfucking blah. Niggas wanted access to pussy and I didn't blame them.
I like dick just as much as niggas love pussy.
I need unlimited access to Ace's dick. Matter of fact, I needed that right now.
I was finishing the last of my packing when he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. The water from his shower was dripping off his skin.
Ace was fine as fuck! I didn't know how I picked the wrong homeboy the first time, but I was glad I got to repick. I chuckled lightly to myself.
Ace walked over and wrapped his wet arms around me. His smell was turning me on. I leaned up and kissed his lips while he squeezed my ass, pulling a moan from me. "You goin' to let me get some on the plane?"
I giggled. I hate that this nigga made me giggle at him asking for pussy. I shrugged, "I never joined the mile-high club before."
He kissed me again and then slapped my ass. "Well, bring ya ass Kema."
"You better hope we don't get arrested."
"I chartered a plane. I wish they would arrest me. And if they do we got bail money."
"WE?"
"Didn't I tell you, you were my woman now. What's mine is yours."
I narrowed my eyes at him. He chuckled before kissing me again causing my thoughts to leave my head. "Hurry up and finish packing."
“You the one distracting me.”
“And I’ll distract you again if you don’t hurry up.”
I pushed him away before I ended up bent over the bed. “Go put on some clothes.” Ace dropped his towel. I looked down and shook my head. “You're so childish.”
He winked, “you like it.”
“I’ve seen it before.”
“And you keep coming back.”
I threw one of his shirts at him. “Get dressed.” He chuckled and finally left me alone.
Ace’s phone rang while he was getting dressed. He answered the FaceTime call, and a woman appeared on the screen. “What, Alice?”
“Why you answering the phone with an attitude?”
“I don’t have an attitude.”
She looked past him and spotted me. “Wait who is that?”
Ace moved the phone so she could see me. “Alice this is my girlfriend, Kema.”
“Kema? The Kema you had a crush on? Lemme see.”
Ace tried to turn the phone, but I walked over and leaned into the camera. “Hey, girl.”
“Hey! This man has been talking about you for years.”
I chuckled. “Oh, girl, we gone become good friends. What else he say?”
“Alice,” Ace warned.
“He used to—” Ace grabbed the phone from me. “I’ll call you back.” He ended the call while all three of us were laughing.
“You told your sister about the crush you had on me?” I asked.
“Get your purse, Kema.”
I smiled as I followed him out of the room.
When we made it downstairs, the rest of the wedding party was in the lobby saying their goodbyes. Sierra and Stephen were talking about Jamaica with her sister, Serenity.
All week, Serenity had looked like she was in a different headspace.
I hadn’t taken the time to check on her because I had been too focused on my own shit.
Now I felt bad. Sisi was like a sister to me, so an extension of that sisterhood was Serenity.
Their family became my family when I met Sisi.
I walked over and touched Serenity’s arm. “You good?”
She looked at me like she'd seen a ghost. “Yeah. Why?”
“You haven’t seemed like yourself all week.”
“I’m fine. I just have some stuff on my mind.”
“I'm here if you need me, Ren."
She smiled and nodded her head. "Thank you Kema."
I hugged her before walking over to Sierra. “Enjoy Jamaica.”
“Oh, I plan to.” She looked at Ace. “Thank you again.”
“You’re welcome.”
“And no more fighting at my events.”
Ace nodded. “I can’t promise that.”
“Ace,” I warned.
“What? What if somebody puts their hands on you again? A nigga a go to war with God about you."
Sierra rolled her eyes. "Sick of both of y'all."
"We love you to." I hugged her and then hugged Stephen. Ace grabbed our bags before we headed outside. Everyone else was flying commercially, but Ace had chartered us a plane back home. That was that rich nigga shit. And honestly, I could get used to it.
By the time we boarded the plane, I was tired. Ace and I sat side by side while the flight attendant took our bags. I glanced around the cabin. It was mostly empty just us, two flight attendants, and the pilots. I leaned closer to Ace. “It might be looking good for the mile-high club after all.”
He turned his head slowly. “Don’t play with me.”
“Who’s playing?”
“Kema.”
“What?”
“You was talking all that shit in the room. Now you ready to act scary.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Prove it.”
The flight attendant walked past before I could answer.
I sat back and fastened my seat belt. Once the plane reached cruising altitude, the flight attendants asked us if we wanted something to drink.
Ace ordered two drinks while I pretended not to notice the way his hand kept moving up my thigh. I tried slapping his hand away. “Stop.”
“You started this.”
“We are surrounded by people.”
“I pay them not to notice shit." He unbuckled his seat belt and got up.
“Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom.”
He looked down at me before walking toward the restroom. I watched him disappear inside and shook my head. That nigga had lost his mind but call me crazy cause I’m about to join him and fuck him. I narrowed my eyes at the bathroom door. I unfastened my seat belt. This was stupid.
I grabbed my purse so it looked like I actually needed the bathroom and walked down the aisle. Nobody paid attention to me. Ace opened the door before I could knock and pulled me inside. The bathroom was nicer than I expected but it was still a bathroom. “This is nasty,” I whispered.
“You the one wanted to join the club right?”
Ace locked the door behind me before narrowing his eyes at me and walking closer. I swallowed and nodded my head. His mouth crashed into mine before I could answer him verbally. My back pressed against the shower door while his hands slid beneath my dress. “You ain’t got on no panties?”
“You know how I give it up. Don’t act surprised.”
A grin spread across his face. Ace wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me from the ground.
I allowed my legs to wrap around his waist as he placed me on a counter.
Ace leaned down and threw my leg over his shoulder, placing kisses against my inner thigh as my moans grew louder.
I was supposed to be being quiet. That shit went right out the window as soon as he started touching me.
I pinched my nipples as his tongue made its first contact with my clit. My back arched as he teased, nibbled, and licked at my clit. It felt so good my legs begin to shake. “Oh shit. Don’t stop baby.”
My thighs clamped tighter around his neck with no thought on whether or not he would be able to breathe as I grabbed the counter top. I could feel my climax building and before I knew it I was screaming his name as I came so hard I started to see black spots in my vision.
Ace leaned forward and kissed me allowing me to taste my juices on his tongue.
I got off the counter on wobbly legs and dropped to my knees to squat in a position in front of him.
I twerked a little as he leaned over and smacked my ass before I took him in my mouth.
I began to suck, slurp, and twirl my tongue around the tip of his head causing him to stumble backwards. “Fuuuuck Kema. A nigga love you. I do.”
Hearing him say that turned me up. I grabbed his thighs and I began to suck his dick until I gagged causing tears to slide down my cheeks and snot to come out of nose.
I heard his toes pop and moments later he was nutting down my throat.
I swallowed all of his nut and stuck my tongue out before slapping my face with his dick to make a bigger mess.
“You so fucking nasty.” He said staring at me with lust in his eyes.
“You like it though right?”
He nodded pulling me off my knees. “Bend yo ass over that counter.”
I giggled before bending over and touching my toes.
I rubbed my pussy before lightly tapping it.
I could feel my juices leaking down my thighs.
Before it made it to the floor, Ace’s thumb slid across my thigh to catch it and lick it.
The sight of him doing that made me wetter.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance.
He slowly slid into me, stealing my breath as my mouth dropped.
I gripped the counter as he pulled out and slammed back into me. “Oh God,” I cried out.
He continued to move in and out of me hitting my spot and causing my legs to give out.
He lifted me up before I could fall making me cum on his dick as I shook.
He kissed all over my face. “Yo pussy so good. I just need one more.” He demanded.
As he continued to drive in and out of me at the perfect speed.
My body seemed to be obeying his every command. I could feel myself getting close to squirting everywhere. “Cum for me, baby,” he groaned.
A few seconds later my body exploded as I squirted all over him and he groaned out his own release.
He kept me right there on the wall as he continued to pump in and out of me slowly.
I couldn’t feel anything else as my body went limp when he finally pulled out of me.
He slowly eased me back down to my feet and held me against his body before he picked me up again and carried me to the shower.
It was something about a nigga picking my big ass up that did it for me.
We went another round in the shower before getting out.
I walked out of the bathroom to see the flight attendant staring at us. Her eyes moved from my face to Ace’s before she smirked. Omg! She knew. I turned toward the window and covered my face. Ace chuckled beside me. “She know what you did.”
“What we did.” He took my hand and laced his fingers through mine. I tried to hold on to my attitude, but a smile pulled at the corner of my mouth.
“Was it worth it?” he asked.
I glanced at him. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“It would’ve been better if your big ass wasn’t fighting for space.”
“Next time, I'll make sure we get a jet so I can fuck you in a bed."
"Next time? Who said I'm fucking you again on a plane."
Ace tittered before he kissed the back of my hand. "Shit you ain't goin' to tell a nigga no. You want this dick as bad as I want that pussy."
I wanted to roll my eyes but he wasn't lying. I just leaned my chair back and rested my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes.
It was easy to forget why going home frightened me when Ace was beside me. His thumb was circling around my hand causing me to relax and drift to sleep. I just hoped that when we got home he didn't disappoint me.