Chapter 21 Alicia
“You been bad as fuck, mama. You know what happens to bad girls, right?” he asked, rubbing my clit in a circular motion. His voice had dropped an octave, and my heart beat like a drum in my chest.
Something told me that I was about to get a different Basil than the one before, and I was both nervous and excited for what was in store. The faint bass from the music outside the door matched the pounding of my heart and the pulse of my clit.
“Mmm, baby.” I moaned.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Yesss.”
“Mmhmm. I’m ’bout to spank that ass.”
He rubbed my ass before giving it a hard slap, then rubbed it gently in a soothing manner.
“Basil!” I cried, feeling myself getting wetter by the minute.
“Shut up,” he said, repeating the process with the other cheek.
He spanked me several times before I felt myself climaxing again.
My body melted, and I felt his dick breach my opening.
Before I could even get my thoughts together, he slammed into me with force.
My back pushed upward, then dipped again.
“Fuck, Baye!”
“What’s my name again?” he asked, pounding into me.
“Baye, . . . shit! Mmmm!”
“Tell me how you feeling, mama.”
“I-I can’t. It’s too . . . hard.” I couldn’t explain the insurmountable pleasure and pain I felt all at once.
“You can do it. I believe in you, baby. You’re mine, right?”
“Yessss!” I yelled, throwing my ass back on him. This was different for me. I never really liked rough sex, but things were different with Basil. His mouth, those words, and that voice made me want to surrender everything to him.
Me—a whole prosecutor with my fancy degrees, and I was tied to a bedpost, getting pounded by my manny.
The way he code-switched was impressive. One minute, he spoke professionally, then the next, he spoke like he grew up in the hood.
That shit turned me on beyond measure.
“Oooh, look at yooou. That’s it, baby. Show out.” He spread my ass, continuing to assault me with that weapon of mass destruction. I held on to the belt for dear life as he placed his hand on my back to make me arch deeper.
“I’m about to cum . . . Shit, I’m going to cum, baby.”
“You know I want to see that shit, baby.” My hips rocked faster until my orgasm ripped through me.
“Ahhh, shiiit! Oh, fuuuck!”
“Mmmhmm. That shit is beautiful, baby. Creamy as fuck.” His rhythm slowed until he pulled out of me and gently turned me back over. Although I couldn’t see anything, I felt everything.
I had no idea how long we stayed in that room with him assassinating me, but I think I died three times during the course of the night. Basil was a very skilled and deliberate lover.
I wasn’t sure what I was getting with Leo, but it didn’t compare to what Basil gave me. Not only was he great at his job of taking care of my children, but he was also great with taking care of me.
We passed out some time over the course of the night, and when I opened my eyes, the sunlight was shining brightly through the curtains, and the birds chirped loud as hell. I was disoriented and confused about where we were, but I remembered we were at the mansion party.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and rolled over to find the bed empty.
I know his ass didn’t leave me here.
I was about to cuss him the whole hell out before I heard the toilet flush, and he emerged a few moments later, naked and looking so damn good.
He smiled and slid back into bed. “Good morning, baby.”
I smiled back. “Good morning, handsome. You shouldn’t be looking this good in the mornings.”
He smirked and kissed my lips. “Why? Would you rather wake up to a frog instead of a prince?”
“Hey, frogs are cute,” I jested.
“Fuck outta here.” We both laughed as he pulled me into his arms. We settled into a comfortable silence while I traced the tattoos on his chest.
I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, but I knew he was awake because his fingers were busy making a circular motion on my lower back.
It was now dead silence, compared to last night’s liveliness.
“What’s up, baby?” Baye asked, eyes still closed, fingers still moving.
“Shouldn’t we be leaving?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I rented it out for a few days for Tray. We’ll leave around noon so we can get ready for night service.”
I smiled. “You’re really going to go to night service?”
“Of course. My bestie invited me back. I already missed too many Sundays as is.”
“You’re really taking this bestie thing seriously, huh?” I asked, amused.
His eyes opened, and he looked down at me. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s clear everybody in your family loves me. It was just taking you forever to fall in line.”
I laughed and mushed him. “Whatever. I just don’t want this to go wrong.”
“Nothing is going to go wrong. I’m not saying we’ll be perfect, baby.
There’ll be days when I get on your nerves, and vice versa.
But we won’t sit in that shit. We’ll figure out whatever got us to that point, and we’ll continue to build a solid foundation for the kids.
I want this to be my last relationship. I had my fair share of heartbreak and bad bitches; now I’m trying to solidify my place with you.
I know you just got out of that disaster, but I’m letting you know that I’m here.
All I need for you to do is stop running, stay gorgeous, and trust the process. ”
“When I’m having a bad day, will you still be there? What about when I’m cranky because I’m on my period and don’t want to be bothered?”
“On those days, I know that all you’ll need is my presence and some chocolate ice cream. I know how to give you space when you need it. I’m here to serve you.”
I laughed. “When you say that, it makes you sound like a peasant.”
“Nah. It makes me sound like a good steward.” We laughed. His phone rang on the nightstand. He reached over and grabbed it, then answered, putting it on speaker while climbing between my legs.
“What up, T?”
I giggled when he kissed my neck.
“What up, brodie? You still here? I see your truck outside.” He sounded groggy and hung over.
Basil’s eyes roamed my face, fingers massaging my scalp, with a subtle smile on his face. I could see the admiration in his eyes, and I smiled bashfully. I’d never had anyone look at me like that before, and it made me feel appreciated and feel appreciative that he did.
“Yeah, I’m still here,” he replied softly.
“Mannn, last night was the shit. I didn’t get to fuck all them bitches I chose, but I had one, and I swear to God, I’m about to take her ass down to the courthouse.”
“Oh yeah?”
Basil chuckled while he slid his tongue across my nipple and sucked.
“Mmm,” I moaned softly.
“Fuck yeah. We ’bout to eat breakfast. I think your brother and Sheena still here too. Climb out of that pussy and bring yo’ ass down here.”
Basil chuckled. “A’ight. We’ll be down in ten.”
“Bet.”
The call ended.
Basil slid his tongue in my mouth, and we kissed like long-lost lovers, and I could feel him hardening against me.
“Baye.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m hungry.” I giggled.
“Me too.” He ducked his head under the sheets as I continued to laugh, but I closed my legs shut.
“No, Baye! You wore me out. I don’t think I can take anymore.”
“Yes, you can. Open them legs, Cream.”
“Basil.”
“Why you starving me?”
“I’m nooot. I just need a small intermission.”
“I gave you that when I let you go to sleep.”
“We barely slept!” I laughed and lifted his head to look at his handsome face. “Why do you call me cream?”
He sucked my hip and looked at me with a mannish smirk on his face. “Yo’ Coochie Rules Everything Around Me.”
I couldn’t help but laugh my ass off. “You are nuts!”
“Fine. I know I wore your little ass out last night, so I’ll give you a break. We back at it again after I put the kids to bed.”
“Oh, Lord!”
“You can say that to Him at church tonight.”
I shook my head. “You know, your sister lied to me.”
He frowned slightly. “Sheena?”
“Yes, her.”
He laughed. “What did she lie about?”
“She told me this was a company barbecue for all the parents and staff to meet, like an official grand opening or something. Then I get here and see half-naked women, thirsty men, and you about to fuck a stripper.”
He laughed harder, and I pushed him off me, hitting him with the pillow again.
“It’s not funny, jerk!” I exclaimed, fake mad. Although I was heated to see that nasty tramp grinding on him last night, I knew I couldn’t be too mad because I was pushing him away.
“Come on, baby mama. Let me go feed you.”
“Were you going to have sex with her?”
He nodded. “I was.”
“Wow. You didn’t even hesitate to answer that.” I scoffed and climbed out of the bed, putting my items back on.
“I don’t have anything to be unsure about. You asked me a question, and I answered honestly. You can’t be mad about something you pushed me to do, baby.”
I tossed my palms up. “You’re right. I can’t, . . . but were you going to do what you did to me, to her?” I didn’t even know why I asked. I was probably a glutton for punishment at this point. Basil wasn’t a liar. That much I knew after just over two months of knowing him.
“I would never eat a chick’s pussy or ass that I met on the first night. I do have some decorum, Alicia.”
I bit the inside of my jaw to keep myself from smiling. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, giving him a sloppy kiss. I pulled back and pecked his lips one last time. “Good,” I said, and we continued to get ourselves together to go eat breakfast.
When we made it downstairs to the kitchen, I was surprised to see Raeley sitting at the table, hair wild, eating like a snail. She was so unfocused that I was kind of worried. Sheena sat next to who I knew for a fact was Basil’s brother. The resemblance was uncanny.
Another guy stood at the breakfast bar that sat atop the wraparound counter. Basil walked over to him, slapped the back of their hands twice, and saluted one another. He did the same to Sheena’s man, then began making our food.