22. Blythe #2
Rajah was there talking with a few others and pouring drinks. The music was loud and every female brought out their inner slut. So many girls approached Jah and it looked as if he was turning them all down.
“What’s up Brody.” Pharaoh slapped hands with Jah and pulled into a hug.
“What’s up Blythe.” He side-hugged me once they released each other. I wondered if Pharaoh or Autumn told him about me not liking to be touched because he did it quickly.
“Hey, Jah. How are you?”
“Shit I’m chillin’. Would be better if yo friend would stop playing this fucking disappearing act.
You know where she at?” I gave him the boy please face.
I didn’t know where she was tonight because she refused to tell me either.
But even if she did tell me I wouldn’t have told his ass.
I respected girl code. “See y’all be on some bullshit.
I’m too grown and rich for the games. I’m bout to leave her alone and get on these fine ass bitches in here throwing the pussy at me.
“Don’t do my girl. Maybe she really did have something to do.” I tried to reason. Even though I was over her being MIA too.
“Yea, alright.”
Pharaoh ordered a few bottles, and we mixed drinks and vibed to the music. I sat in my seat trying not to break out and dance. I felt good and the liquor was always my courage. A couple hours, good music and plenty of liquor had me feeling the vibe. I was good and loose.
“Dance with me.” Pharaoh whispered in my ear. Jamie Foxx’s ‘Can I Take You Home’, had just started playing through the speakers and everyone was grinding on each other.
Saying fuck it I allowed him to pull me through the crowd and towards the dance floor. We wedged ourselves near the wall and the DJ booth. I appreciated Pharaoh knowing I didn’t want to be dead center.
Wrapping my arms around his neck he bent his tall frame down to wrap his arms around my waist. We swayed to the music lost in each other’s gaze. He pulled me closer and I buried my face in his neck. I could hear him humming the words to the song and I blushed at him knowing the words.
“You trust me?”
“I do.” I voiced, my words coming out slightly slurred from the few shots I had taken, the mixed drinks and the sangria my momma forced Pharaoh and I to drink with her.
“Good, turn around.” He backed up against the wall and pulled me with him.
I did as instructed and leaned my frame against his.
I felt him slowly lift my dress and I didn’t question a thing.
“Take these off. Fuck you smell so good.” He spoke in a deep baritone.
He pulled down my lace thong, and I wiggled to get them down my hips.
I bent over lustfully, taking my time to peel them off while grinding on his growing erection.
Stepping out of them I scooped them up and dropped them in his awaiting hand.
He put them to his nose and inhaled deep.
He growled deep and closed his eyes. Pulling me to his chest we continued our dance and his hand eased below my dress and found my sweet spot.
“I think I love you B.” He whispered in my ear, low and rugged.
My stomach did somersaults, flooding it with butterflies.
A small smile graced my lips before he applied pressure to my clit and moved the pad of his middle and ring finger in a slow circular motion.
“Pharaoh.” I moaned out unable to control the hold he had on my body.
“Don’t worry angel. I’m not gonna fuck you here.
But I want you bad as shit right now, damn.
This fuckin dress is doing something to me.
” He ran his free hand up and down the gold sequined dress I was wearing.
It was short and strapless and damn near see through.
My mask matched the pattern and only covered a quarter of my face.
Anyone that knew me could tell exactly who I was.
He continued to make small circles on my clit and I closed my eyes, moving in the pattern of his motion.
He was turning me into an addict. I needed a release every time he was near.
“Baby.” I moaned reaching up and grabbing the back of his neck to pull him closer.
My grind grew faster and faster. Completely off beat to the music but Pharaoh and I finding our own rhythm.
He was grinding his hard erection into me making my dress rise higher and higher.
But I didn’t care, I actually wanted him to pull himself out of his pants and fuck me on this dance floor. “Fuck, baby! I’m right there.”
“Release.” He whispered in my ear before sinking his teeth into my neck. My body obeyed and my orgasm pooled out of me. Dripping down his large hand. He grasped me by my waist to steady my shaky body.
“Shit!” I moaned. I felt high. Like I was floating.
“It’s time to go love. I need you right fuckin now.” I opened my eyes nodding my agreement.
My body froze and I squinted trying to focus on the person across the room. His body was still and he was watching us intently. Lifting his mask, my body heated. Lloyd!
“You good?” Pharaoh noticed the change in my demeanor.
“Yea, yea. I’ma run to the restroom to clean up before we go.”
“You need me to go with you?”
“No, it’s fine. Just grab my purse and meet me at the front door.” I didn’t wait on a response just followed in the direction I seen Lloyd move in.
He never came back to work, and I have been searching for him. I needed to know where Wylder was and end all this shit once and for all. Stepping quickly, I could see the back of his jacket as he brushed through the crowded room. I kept my eyes trained on him until he darted out the back door.
“Lloyd?” I yelled before he made it completely out of it.
He glanced back but kept moving. Stepping faster in my stilettos I rushed out the door behind him.
“Lloyd! Lloyd!” I yelled as he rushed toward an alley.
I was hot on his heels. I wasn’t scared of his weird ass in the least bit because he was such a fuckin’ push over in the office.
“Lloyd?” I yelled one final time just as we made it to the trash cans of the alley.
He turned around quickly and tossed his mask in the can.
“Why are you running? Where the fuck is Wylder?”
“Oh, Hi Blythe.” He spoke with a weird expression.
“Hi Blythe? Are you crazy? I just asked you a damn question. And where the hell have you been?”
“Around. You look very pretty tonight.” He looked me up and down.
“Where the fuck is Wylder, Lloyd? And why were you in my damn house?”
“We were looking for you. He’s my cousin and he asked me to help find you.”
“Your cousin? What the hell. Where is he? Why are you avoiding my question. I swear to God Lloyd, you are pissing me off. If he wants me tell me where he is right damn now.”
“I’m right here Bee bee.” Turning around Wylder stood in the dark alley. My reaction wasn’t quick enough because before I knew it a towel was held to my face and I gagged before my body weakened and I slumped in one of their grasps.