24. Drix #2
It didn’t take long for the party to spiral into something less organized.
We were all smoking, drinking, singing, and cursing.
It felt authentic to who I was and how I’d grown up.
A few famous people tapped me on the arm and told me happy birthday before they left, but an hour after my arrival I was in my zone, crossfaded and loving every second of having my sexy ass wife rub her body against mine while she danced in front of me.
Shit. This was the best birthday I’d had in my adult life. Easily.
By the time we stumbled out of the club, I was fucked up and it was already after three in the morning. I gave the DJ an extra couple of hundreds since he’d only been booked till two.
“What’s up? The party over or we getting breakfast?” I asked, an arm thrown around Myome.
“I can eat.” Rome shrugged. “Y’all can eat?” he asked the group.
“I’m going home to get my four hours of sleep before we have snatch up our babies,” Chandler said. “But I’ll call y’all later.” She hugged each of us and we dapped Lee before they headed out.
“I’m down for breakfast,” Charm offered.
“Us too,” Dashawn added.
“Let’s go then.” I pulled out my phone and ordered two iDrive’s since I was almost positive we were all fucked up and we headed to a twenty-four hour breakfast spot.
We got a big table and I sat on one side with Myome, Charm, and Rome while Dashawn, Hazel, and Alan sat on the other side. I threw an arm over the back of Myome’s chair and tried to act like I didn’t see Rome and Charm whispering at the end of the table.
We all ordered and spoke, joked, and laughed a little too loud for being in public. I threw all of our food on one ticket. It was the least I could do after they’d spent the night celebrating me. I gave our two waiters each a three hundred dollar tip then exhaled and leaned back in my seat.
“I need to get in the booth,” I announced.
Dashawn let his head fall forward and laughed. “You serious?”
“As fuck,” I confirmed. “I’ve got a beat in my head I think I could kill right now.”
I pushed back from the table and we all said our goodbyes, called our own rides, and headed out.
When we got home the sun was already up. I yawned as we fumbled inside and up the stairs to our bedroom, shedding clothes as we went.
The second the hot water hit my skin, the beat in my head got even louder and I grinned without thinking about it.
“Did you have a good birthday?” Myome wrapped her arms around my midsection and looked up at me.
“Mhm.” I grabbed her face in both of my hands and leaned down to kiss her. “I had a great night, Twin.”
“Good.” She pressed her body even closer to mine and I felt my dick harden between us. “You want to have an even better night?”
“Mhm.” I nodded with a smirk and our mouths crashed together.
I was a little bit crossfaded and Myome was a little bit tipsy so it didn’t take much for either of us to be ready.
I hoisted her little fine ass up while we kissed nastily and slowly worked her down my dick.
She whimpered once she’d accepted me all the way inside and grabbed my face in her hands to suck my tongue into her mouth while I gripped her ass and moved her up and down.
I loved kissing Myome just as much as I loved being buried inside her. I groaned against her mouth while I slowly lifted her and let her fall back down. I swallowed each little gasp that fell from her lips when her ass bounced off my thighs.
“Fuck me, Yo,” I mumbled against her mouth. “Come on, baby.”
I stopped lifting her but left my hands right under her ass in case I needed to support her. Her legs tightened around me and her hand slid down to my shoulders. She fucked me back the best she could from the way she was held.
I smacked her ass with one hand. “There we go. Give it to me, baby. You want daddy to have it, don’t you?” I kissed her throat then sucked lightly.
Myome did her best to keep herself bouncing on my dick and I let her get her shit off for a little before I rearranged my hands on her body and took over again.
I lifted her to the tip of my dick then just let her go.
Myome’s nails dug into me and she shuddered when I frantically bounced her, surging my hips forward each time I yanked her back down to slam into her.
As soon as she came, I slowly lowered her to her feet, dropped to my knees, lifted one of her legs, and buried my face between her thighs.
She gripped the back of my head while she humped my mouth and I ate her pussy the way she deserved to have it eaten, circling her clit with my tongue and slurping up all her wetness until she came again.
I reached down and stroked my dick while I lapped up her wetness.
She always tasted so good and the sounds of her moaning and whimpering had my dick incredibly harder. Fuck.
As soon as her legs started shaking, I pulled back and kissed each of her thighs.
“Come on, Yo. Drop down and catch this shit, baby.”
She didn’t hesitate. I stood and she dropped to her knees.
One of her hands went to her already soaked pussy and she leaned forward and swallowed my dick without needing to use her hands.
I put a hand to the shower wall and gently fucked her face, not going too fast or too hard, just enjoying how nice, wet, and warm her mouth was and how much she was enjoying it.
She moaned around my dick then forced it even deeper and swallowed. The constriction around my dick and the way she choked immediately was enough for me to cum down her throat.
“Fuck, baby,” I praised. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I held her face in both hands while I gently fucked her mouth though my orgasm.
Then, I helped Myome up, slid a hand between her thighs to replace hers, and made sure she got one more orgasm before we actually showered.
After climbing out, we took care of our other hygiene needs and I slid on sweatpants and headed to the studio.
I’d just gotten comfortable and laid the foundation of my beat when the door opened slowly and Myome hobbled inside, a blanket and pillow in hand.
She didn’t say a word, just walked over to the little couch in the corner and laid out.
I found myself glancing at her every twenty minutes or so while she played on her phone.
“You know you could go to sleep, right?”
“Yeah.” She yawned. “But I want to wait for you.”
“A’ight. Give me one more hour.”
“Okay.” She locked her phone, pushed up, and walked over.
I moved back so she could make herself comfortable in my lap and worked around her, my chin resting on her shoulder.
“You want to record my producer tag?” I asked after a beat.
“What?”
“Get in the booth, Yo.” I kissed her shoulder and lifted my head.
“And say what?”
“Whatever you want. Just say my name with it.”
Myome stared at me for a beat then another then hopped up.
Once in the booth, she adjusted the headset and stared at me through the glass.
“I’m already recording. Talk to me.” I smiled while she shifted on her feet.
“Just tell me what you want me to say.”
“That you love me and you’re never going to leave a nigga,” I deadpanned.
“Drix, I love you and I’m never, ever going to leave.” She smiled.
“There we go. I like that.” I adjusted her volume a little bit. “When you hear that shit as an intro on my album, don’t even trip.”
Myome laughed. “Okay, Berlin.”
My eyebrows knitted together because I was almost sure that was it.
I took my headset off and joined her in the booth. She looked back at me.
“Nah. Stay right where you are.” I walked around her and slid to my knees.
“Berlin—”
I cut her off. “I’m Drix in the booth, baby.”
She bit her bottom lip as she looked down at me and I pulled her underwear from beneath her oversized shirt.
I grabbed the backs of her thighs and yanked her a little closer.
Her hands went to the side of the stool and I leaned forward and licked from her hole to her clit before I flicked my tongue over it.
Myome took a shaky breath and I pressed my face further between her thighs to tongue kiss her pussy the way it deserved.
It wasn’t long before she was moaning my name and grinding against my mouth. When she came and her legs shook on my shoulders. I kissed her clit softly and climbed to my feet.
I gripped Myome by her legs and hoisted her little ass up and she wrapped her legs around me. I kissed her nastily while I carried her to the door and fumbled to yank it open.
We left everything where it was and just wandered out of the studio to our bedroom. I laid Myome on the bed kissed her more before slowly pulling away.
I brushed my teeth, headed back downstairs to save what I’d recorded, and went back up. When I walked into the room, Myome’s ass was already out cold.
I collapsed into bed beside her and checked my phone.
I saw people had been blowing my phone up, tagging me in posts, videos, and pictures.
I saw one I liked of me and my friends and family all together.
I had a blunt in my mouth and was holding up my arm showing off the new watch my wife had gotten me, the other arm across Myome’s chest while she was yelling something into a microphone.
I saved it and posted it to my Skroll account with birthday cake and wedding ring emojis, then tossed my phone onto the bedside table and rolled over.