6. Smoke
Smoke
K aifiya lifted an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Instead, she stood again and rocked her hips side to side to Missy Elliott’s “Work It” as she slowly removed her bra.
“Come on and get your little kiss,” she stated when she’d finished.
“Which kiss?”
“The only kiss we discussed. Don’t get your little weenie too happy.”
“Damn, like that?”
“Well, you’re the one who felt the need to negotiate a kiss into the game, and now you’re trying to suck my nipples.”
“I ain’t that damn thirsty that I’m chomping at the bit to put my lips on yours. And your nipples are pointing at me. They’re begging to be sucked.”
She looked at her nipples and then rolled her eyes. “If you weren’t chomping at the bit to put your lips on mine, why did you suggest it?”
“You know why. I want to hear you moaning and shit again underneath me.”
“I wasn’t moaning, and I wasn’t underneath you.”
“You were moaning, and this time…” I stared at her until she squirmed uncomfortably under my stare, “you will be underneath me.”
Kaifiya’s chest rose and fell rapidly until she broke our stare and fixated her eyes on the dominoes instead. We played a little while longer, and in the end, I won four games to her three.
“Drop the last item,” I stated as I twirled my finger in the air.
“Is that necessary?”
“It was in the terms of the original rules.”
Kaifiya sighed. Usher and Ella Mai’s “Don’t Waste My Time” was playing, and she rolled her eyes as she slowly stood. The way that thong hugged her hips like it was afraid to let go had me wanting to hold her hips while I drove inside of her.
Kaifiya turned around, grabbed the back of the chair, and then thrust her ass out. She popped that shit and made her pussy clap. She almost had a nigga on his knees with that shit. Instead, I played it cool.
“I ain’t ask for a show. Just asked you to drop them draws.”
“And yet, I feel like a production. So sit your ass back in that chair, quit complaining, and enjoy the show. ’Cause your dick damn sho is.”
I fidgeted in my chair because my shit had bricked the fuck up.
“Just get naked, Fiya.”
She smirked and sucked her teeth and then turned her back to me again. With one finger in the waistband of her panties, she rocked side to side and slid her free hand between her thighs as if she were stroking herself.
Shorty had me fucked up. Fiancé or no fiancé, she wasn’t gonna keep teasing me and leaving me hard as fuck.
Kaifiya slid her hands free from her panties and tugged at her waistband again. When she turned around, she lowered them just enough to give me a quick peek before she pulled them up again. The next thing I knew, she dropped to her knees with her back to me and pumped hard as fuck. That little thong kept disappearing and reappearing.
Just when I was about to drop to my knees and snatch it off, she flipped onto her back, removed the thong, and tossed it my way. I caught it midair and took a sniff, and my dick jumped in my boxers.
I glanced at her again, and she crisscrossed her legs back and forth, giving me quick peeps at her pussy.
“If you want a nigga to get in that shit, then that’s all you had to say,” I remarked in a grumble as I stood.
But Kaifiya was quicker than I was, and she jumped to her feet and slowly walked toward me. She pushed me in the middle of my chest and back into my seat.
“You forgot all about the shoes, sir. Take these off.”
“What are you wearing home?”
“You tell me. I caught an Uber, so… I figured I’d cop a ride from you.”
I leaned down, lifted one of her sandal-clad feet into my hands, and placed it on my thigh. I untied the string at the back of her calf before I slowly unwrapped the string from around her legs and ankles. I removed one shoe and pulled her foot toward me.
I massaged her instep before I rubbed her arch and all along the sole of her foot. Despite the fact she was standing, I pulled her big toe into my mouth and sucked it.
“Oh shit, Smoke.” She moaned.
I worked the rest of her toes similarly, licking and sucking before rubbing it and moving on to the next one. When I finished with her second foot, her thighs were slick with cum.
“Look at your little nasty ass. Now go home and tell pops to step up his A-game.”
“Whhoo?” Kaifiya asked and blinked rapidly at me.
“Quit sounding like an owl. That nigga you ’bout to marry.”
“How do you know he’s not bringing his A-game?”
“’Cause if he were, you wouldn’t be in these streets stripping for other niggas. You wouldn’t be in here cumming just from having your toes sucked. If you were my woman, you wouldn’t be doing that shit.”
The lust-filled look slipped from her eyelids, and the desire flew from her eyes as she bent to snatch up her articles of clothing.
“Well, unfortunately, I’ve sold myself to the highest bidder. Are you going to give me a ride home or not?” she asked.
“Not before I get the other thing that you owe me.”
“What’s that?”
I stepped close to her, gripped the back of her neck, and tilted her head back. I nibbled along the column of her neck before I lowered my head and sucked her nipples into my mouth. Her hands flew to my shoulders, and her fingers dug into the flesh.
“Ooooh, shit, Smoke.” She purred as I sucked and bit her nipples until they were distended.
I rubbed them until she sighed with relief. I nibbled back up the column of her neck again until I reached her lips. Wrapping my fingers in her long hair, I jerked her head forward until our lips met. We stared at each other for several seconds until she closed her eyes.
I bit her bottom lip. “Open your eyes and watch me.”
She did as I said, and I licked her lips and pressed mine into them with small pecks until I crushed and devoured her lips.
“Smoke,” she whispered before she opened her mouth and allowed me inside. The kiss was heated and passionate, seductive and promising. It led me to believe that I could have more from her, even if she were promised to another nigga.
The way she worked her tongue had a nigga wondering what her lips wrapped around my dick would feel like.
I pulled back from her and gazed into her eyes. Her chest heaved as she attempted to regulate her breathing.
“Get dressed.”
I put the dominoes away, wiped the table down, and set our glasses in the sink for the cleaning staff to take care of when they came around. Although I had staff to clean my office and game room, I took no one for granted. I did little shit that I could do to make their jobs easier.
“You ready?” I asked when I finished.
“Yeah.”
I walked to the shelf and held the shoes up.
“Why are you so pressed for these that you would come here and get naked for a man you don’t know in an establishment full of men?”
“It’s not all about the shoes.”
“Really?”
She shook her head.
“Then tell me what it’s about.”
“It’s about me being in control of my life, about doing the shit that I want to without owing anyone an explanation or apology and about stepping out of my comfort zone to live and breathe. There’s something about you that makes me want to do the unthinkable, Smoke.”
Kaifiya’s words fanned a flame inside of me. It was a little flicker, but it was still there.
“I’m gonna let you take these home on the strength of your word.”
“My word?”
“Yeah. You didn’t earn these back tonight, Fiya. You lost them. But I get that the price tag on these ain’t shit to sneeze at.”
“It’s not just that. My fiancé bought them for me. I don’t know how I would begin to explain to him that I lost them stripping in a gentlemen’s club.”
“Yeah, that shit wouldn’t fly with me either if I were your fiancé.”
“So, what are you proposing?”
“I ain’t tryna make shit more difficult than it has to be at home for you. So, I’ll give them back for you to take home. But you owe me.”
“What?”
“Another game.”
“Strip dominoes?”
“No. You’ll find out the name of the game when you arrive.”
“Okay.”
“Thursday night, I want to see you here at The Smoke Hour.”
Kaifiya was noticeably quiet on the ride to her condo. I turned the ignition off and got out of the car to walk around to her side. I held the passenger door open.
“You don’t have to walk me up.”
“I know that I don’t. I’m going to.”
She nodded and kept her eyes on the ground as she walked up the stairs to the third floor, where her condo was located.
I checked her apartment for safety and returned to the front door.
“Lock up behind me.”
“Okay,” she replied softly.
“Aye,” I stated as I turned around and looked at her.
Her eyes were watery when I gripped her chin.
“Don’t you dare let a single tear drop from those beautiful eyes. Not over me and damn sure not over that nigga. I want you to do me a favor.”
She laughed humorlessly.
“Sorry, but I think I’m fresh out of favors.”
“No, you’re not. I want you to figure out how you gon’ break that shit off with that nigga. ’Cause, ma, I ain’t gon’ lie. I want some more of you. I’m not satisfied with that little taste I had. I think I like you.”
“You don’t know me.”
“That’s what these next few days will be about. We’re going to get to know each other.”
“I owe him.”
“You owe me.”