Chapter 24 #2
When I finally opened my eyes, I noticed Hov and Bria looking in our direction as they slow-danced. They smiled, clearly talking about us, but I was too wrapped up in Crew’s embrace to care.
Eventually, he turned me around and wrapped his arms around my waist from the front. My chest was against the bottom of his, and I felt his heartbeat racing a million miles per hour.
“Are you okay?” I asked, leaning my head up toward his lips.
“I’m more than okay. I’m holding onto something real priceless, right now.”
“That’s sweet to say, Crew. I just hope you mean what you say to me.”
“Why wouldn’t I? You something special. I just wish you would listen to the lyrics to this song.”
“Which part of the lyrics?”
“The part where they say don’t be afraid of the way you feel.”
“Who said I was afraid?”
My eyes slipped closed.
“You act like it. You seem like you holding something back.”
“That’s not because I am scared of you. I am scared of me, Crew.”
“Well, don’t be. One night with me, and you will see that I will take care of your body just like I did your soul that night. That’s on everything, on me.”
Crew and I locked eyes again, and started to lean in for a kiss when the music was drowned out by a sudden eruption of gunfire shattering through the large glass windows behind the DJ booth.
The first shot cracked so loud it felt like it ripped straight through my chest. The bass from the song cut off mid-note, replaced by pure panic and chaos around us.
“GET DOWN!” Crew demanded, his voice cutting through the noise.
My ears rang, the shots sounding like they were inches from my skull. I pressed my palms to the floor, heart racing so fast I thought I’d pass out.
I couldn't see who was shooting, only silhouettes ducking and running toward the blown-out windows. Crew and Hov were still standing straight up, firing guns back at them like an action movie.
Next to me, Ciara crawled on her elbows.
“Stay down. It’s okay. We are okay,” she whispered, trying to calm me, but I could hear her voice shaking too.
When the bullets finally stopped, the room went dead quiet, except for sobs and glass cracking under people’s shoes. It felt like the courthouse all over again.
“Fuck,” I heard Crew and Hov yelling, voices sharp and furious as they rushed toward the windows.
“That has to be them Quatar niggas, man,” Crew shouted.
“How the fuck that shit just happened? Everybody good?” Hov yelled, scanning the room.
“We good bruh!” Scotty replied.
By some miracle, no one I saw was hit.
Hov scooped Ciara off the floor like she was made of crystal.
“You alright, baby? You good?”
His hands were everywhere, checking her belly, her arms, her face, and she nodded yes, seeming just as scared as I was.
Crew reached his hand down in front of me.
“Let me help you up, you good?”
“Yes, I’m good. I’m okay. I’m fine.”
I stood, dusting glass and dirt off my dress.
Everyone migrated toward the front of the building with Crew and the rest of his people on high alert, scanning the streets as sirens wailed in the distance.
“You good, bruh?” Crew asked Hov.
“Yeah, I’m straight, but I’m not sticking around to talk to no fucking cops. We already know who that was. I’m about to get my wife the fuck out of here.
“Be careful nigga.”
“Alright, safety.”
They slapped hands, and Crew guided me away from the chaos by holding his hand on the small of my back.
“Wait, Crew, my car, I can’t move it. My keys are back there behind the valet,” I stuttered, my voice shaky.
“That’s alright. I’ll drive you home,” Crew said, calm but tight in the jaw.
“Okay. I don’t think I can drive anyway, the way my hands are shaking.”
“Don't worry, you safe with me. I'll blow a nigga forehead back if he comes at us.”
I nodded my head and followed behind him towards a matte black Rolls Royce that was the nicest car I’d seen Crew in to date.
When we climbed inside, he immediately locked the doors. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling as he tried to keep his cool.
“I lost my fucking necklace in that shit.” He touched his chest.
“Yeah, it’s fuckin up with them niggas.” he muttered, and I instantly became concerned.
“Crew, don’t get yourself in any trouble. You have to think rationally, so don’t go do anything tonight. You’re too pissed off,” I warned.
Crew cut his eyes at me, dark and sharp.
“You talking to me like you my bitch or something?”
“No, I’m talking to you like someone who cares.”
“You care about me, Shorty?” A quick smirk flashed across his face and showed exactly how twisted up his mental state was right now. I playfully rolled my eyes and shook my head. He was much more laid back now after that shoot out than I would ever be.
“For real though. I’m sorry they fucked up your night, shorty. I think you, me, and everyone else needed that.”
“Yeah, but they didn’t fuck it up entirely. I had fun for a couple of hours. My night just ended way too early.”
“Not necessarily,” Crew replied, before turning the music up in the car, and I sat back as he watched the rearview mirrors like a bodyguard transporting precious cargo. All I had to tell him was what street I lived on, and he traveled there like a cabbie.
When he pulled up to my condo building, Crew stopped me before I opened the door.
“You sure you straight?”
“Yeah. I’m okay. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“It’s no problem, gorgeous. You know that.” He reached over and pinched my cheek.
“You know, if you wanted to come upstairs with me, you can. I’m sure being out on the streets tonight isn’t a good idea if people are out to get you guys. They may still be out on the hunt.”
He smirked. “Look at you trying to look out for a nigga.”
“Of course. Didn’t that nigga look out for me?” I pointed back at him, and a wide smile spread across his face.
“Tell me where I park?” he asked.
“There’s a garage across the street. Park there and then come in. I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”
“Bet.” He chunked his head back, and I closed his car door.
I walked inside and waited there for a few minutes before I spotted Crew through the glass doors as he jogged across the street.
Once we went up into my apartment, Crew immediately got on the phone, checking in with Hov to make sure they got in safe.
When he hung up, he sank into my couch.
“Damn, this couch is comfortable as hell. Here I was thinking I got the right one.”
“I spent like five thousand dollars on this couch. It better be comfortable.”
“Big baller, huh?” he laughed, leaning back with his arms stretched across the top cushions, and I sat down beside him.
“Well, I thought I was up until now. I’m kind of jobless now.”
“What the fuck do you mean? How is a lawyer jobless?”
“My firm dropped me after what happened at the strip club that day. They were pretty much embarrassed by the way I acted trying to get at Jinx.”
“Tight ass motherfuckers always dropping people for the slightest inconvenience,” he muttered. “You're a damn good lawyer. You’ll have someone else to defend one day. Shit, maybe even me.” He cracked a grin.
“Are you serious? You think I’m a good lawyer?”
“Yeah. Why else would they have brought you into their company? You think a white man is about to put a young Black girl on a big case like that if he doesn’t think she is good at what she does? Come on now.”
He pumped me up, which made me smile.
“Well, you obviously didn’t have faith in me. You said at the courthouse that day that you had to ‘help’ me with my case.” I laughed.
“Don’t mind that. I was just talking. I love my boy, and I needed to make sure he got off. Just like I have to figure out how to get rid of these motherfuckers coming after us now because of some shit I did to a family of mutha fuckas.”
“Yeah, I heard about that.”
“I know you heard. I just wish you’d tell me from who. That’s the type of shit that helps us handle them and know when they coming, what all they plotting. What snakes we have slithering around our camp,” He shook his head.
“They're playing dirty, Bria, and innocent people were in that building tonight, and that shit is going to keep happening until Hov and I put a stop to it.”
I dropped my chin to my chest. “Yeah, you’re right. I just hate that I’m being put in a messed up position by telling you.”
“What fucked-up position?”
“I don’t want to say, Crew. I’m just really messed up right now.”
Crew got down on his knees in front of me and grabbed behind my elbows to pull me closer.
“I want you to look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t want to look out for me when you know I’d do the same for you.”
“I know, I just.”
He stopped my words with a soft, unexpected kiss on my lips. His lips melted into mine, warm and slow, and I instantly wanted more, so much more, but he pulled back from me before I could open my mouth to kiss him deeper.
“You keep it real with me and I promise I got you. In every way,” he murmured, his nose brushing mine, his cool breath spilling over my lips. His handsome ass looks and the danger I know he came with seemed to metaphorically wrap around me so tight I couldn’t think straight.
“Crew, I don’t know what to say.”
“Say I can have your ass tonight. That’s all I want to hear right now.” I started to nod my head.
“You can, as long as you are gentle.”
“I can’t promise I’ll be gentle, but I can promise you will like it.”
“Alright, that’s fine with me.”
“Don’t say it’s fine with you. Tell me you want this dick.”
Crew kissed me on my lips.
“I want it.”
My voice came out small, needy, but real. I felt silly begging, but at the same time, my body was already throbbing. Not painful, just pulsing, hungry, like an ache only he could cure. I needed Crew inside me.
“Alright, if you want it like that, then get on your knees. Make sure you look at me while you're begging for me baby.”
I nodded my head and then got down on my knees like some common hoe, but I didn't give a fuck today.
Once I was down on my knees, Crew unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor. I already knew what he was hiding under his joggers, but being eye-to-eye with it was like being inside a cage at a zoo with a tiger.
I took his dick into my hands, and then I started to stroke it, appreciating it inch by inch. His dick grew longer and longer in my hands until I finally decided to put it in my mouth. My eyes closed instantly, and Crew reached down to lift my chin up.
“Look at me, baby. I want to see your eyes from up here.”
From that point forward, I didn't take my eyes off him. I felt his dick touch the back of my throat, but I tried my hardest not to close my eyes, causing them to run like I had allergies.
I'm not a girl who loves to suck dick like that, but sucking Crew's made me feel powerful. It made me feel like I was in control of him.
When he touched my esophagus, I started to cough and back away.
“Don't stop, gorgeous. Fight through this shit. I know you stronger than that.”
He convinced me to put his dick into the back of my mouth.
“Good girl, good fuckin girl.”
I choked, gagged, and even spit up on his dick, but he liked it, so I loved it. Crew stayed hard for me the whole time even after shooting nut into my mouth.
I didn't stop sucking until crew backed away from me and I took this opportunity to be the one to talk my shit. He made it sound fun to do.
“Don't run for me. Let me drink all of it.”
I told him, pulling him back closer, being the sexual demon that I've never been before. He smiled and let me continue until I felt like I couldn't take any more.
He sucked his teeth and murmured shit looking down at me like I'd snatched his soul.
Crew made me stand up and then snatched my dress up quickly, pulling my panties off so fast that he accidentally ripped them in the process. He then took my panties and put the seat of them in his mouth, getting a taste of the cum I'd already dropped inside of them.
“Yeah, I can tell from the appetizer this is about to be a good meal.” He smiled.
I had never had head before. I only had sex with two people, and neither of them was into giving women head. Crew pushed me down on the bed and opened my legs wide, pushing them back, making my knees almost touch the sheets.
When he started to lick my pussy, my God, my head shot back like I was taking off on a rocket. I grabbed the covers, and I squeezed them for dear life because he was sucking my clit like it was a pacifier.
“Fuck Crew! Fuck!”
I watched as he pulled the skin of my pussy and pussy lips up from my body, making me almost levitate. I began to shake as he slurped up every inch of the juices that I let out.
“Now, which way you want it, Gorgeous?” He asked, licking his lips.
“It doesn't matter.”
“Nah. Tell me which way you want it. It's about what you want.”
“Okay, from the back boo.”
I told him the only position that I knew to say. I was so nervous watching as Crew took a condom from his pants pocket and stretched it over his dick. I'm so happy that I didn't have to tell him to get one and that made me trust him even more.
"Get on your knees, arch your back. All the way.” He corrected my posture.
When my body was just right, he slid his dick inside me, and I almost ran out of the bed from how far he went inside on his first stroke. I could feel him in my guts as he went deeper and deeper, grabbing my ass, caressing it with his large hands.
He took his dick out of me quickly, breathing hard as hell as he kissed me on the center of my back.
“You're going to make me nut again quick even with this condom on. I knew you had it like that. I knew that shit.”
He grabbed me by my neck, pulling my body up, and placing my back against his chest. His lips went to my ear, and he started to kiss my neck as he slid his dick back inside of me in this position.
Once he and I were used to each other, he started fucking me so hard I held onto his forearm just to keep from running. The pain I was in felt so fucking good, and I knew at this moment that I had never been fucked right.
When my warm juices started coating his dick and the skin in between my thighs, I wanted to collapse on the bed, but he didn't let me.
“I'm far from done with you, Bria. You done with me? Huh?” He smacked me on my ass.
“Hell no, never.”
I replied, knowing at that moment I never wanted to stop fucking Crewshon Banks. Not tonight, not ever. The walk in the wild side was everything I expected and more.