13. Fiya
Fiya
THREE WEEKS LATER – Saturday
“ T his is nice,” I stated.
“Yeah, it’s a pretty dope experience. I thought you might enjoy it.”
We had finished playing miniature golf three hours ago, and Smoke had brought me to a double-decker, luxury dinner tour bus. On the outside, it had a glossy black and silver exterior, but the interior decor was done in shades of mauve and plum.
Gauzy, mauve-colored drapes hung at the window with fairy lights strung along the top of the bus. They were designed for you to open them and enjoy the city tour, or you could close them and enjoy your meal and companion in privacy.
Plush, plum velvet double benches on one side provided seating for small groups of four with a table between two benches, and across the aisle, more intimate experiences could be had with two chairs facing one another with a smaller table in between. The seats ran the length of the bus. The bus provided a panoramic view, and the night sky with twinkling stars could be seen overhead.
Quiet conversation hummed throughout the bus from the thirty-eight guests seated. We had been served a gourmet dinner on China and Waterford crystal.
“Being on this bus is giving me a different view of Cherokee Springs.”
“We often take our hometown for granted. It’s the tourists that come here and appreciate the beauty, the sights, and the entertainment that the city has to offer,” Smoke explained.
I glanced out the window again and felt an aura of comfort that I’d never experienced with a man before.
“Thank you.”
“For?”
“Slowing things down between us and taking time to get to know me,” I explained.
“Shit was popping off pretty fast, ma.”
“Yeah, it was. In a way that I hadn’t experienced before.”
“I often wondered if you would have behaved the same way with me had it not been for the pressure on you.”
I took a sip of my wine.
“What makes you think that?”
“You were wildin’, ma. Seems like you were acting out because of your situation. Ever since then, you’ve been chill as hell.”
“I’m always on go, Smoke. You should know that by now.”
“At times. But there are times when you’re chill as hell. One thing I’ve realized is that though you’re comfortable with your sexuality, you’re not out there like that.”
“No. I’m not. Like I told you before, it had been a year and a half since I’d been intimate with a man before I met you.”
“Was it serious?”
“No. He was just some guy that I was dating for almost a year before we both agreed it wasn’t going anywhere. The sex was okay, and we were something for each other to do in the silence of our days. We were excellent companions on those boring nights when our families and friends weren’t around, but we wanted nothing more than that. And the sex wasn’t that great that it was enough of a reason to stick around.”
“Makes sense.”
“What about you? When was the last time you were intimate or in a relationship?”
“I won’t lie. I love fucking, and I’ve had plenty of women around. Not the strippers, so wipe that look off your face.”
He chuckled, and I laughed and pushed down my jealousy.
“Just female friends who were convenient for busting a nut when I needed one.”
“How’d they feel about that?”
“We used each other. So it was all good,” Smoke replied with a shrug.
“How long before me?”
“Two weeks.”
“Damn,” I replied and grabbed my napkin to dab at the little wine that dribbled from my lips.
“I told you. It was different for me. That’s why I wanted to slow shit down to get to know you. I liked your personality, the boldness, and the chemistry between us. But I wanted to know if there was more there than just the sexual chemistry. I had enough fuck buddies.”
“Why didn’t you slow it down with them?”
“I don’t know. They didn’t speak to my soul the way you did.”
I laughed. “Are you saying I’m your soulmate, Smoke?”
“I’m saying, I don’t know what the fuck it was about you. But I knew that I wanted to see how deep our connection went.”
“So, in the last three months, you’ve still been messing with your fuck buddies?”
“Nah. In the last three months, I’ve been focused on you.”
“Sex?”
“My hand and that bottle of lube are tired of some shit. Think my TVs tired of playing porn too.”
“Man, get out of here with that,” I said and laughed.
“I’m serious, Kaifiya. You think I’m bullshitting you, but I’m not. When something draws me in the way that you have, I get dead focused on that shit and figure out the purpose of the person or thing in my life and what I need to do about it. Between trying to figure out our connection and running my businesses, I haven’t had time for shit else,” Smoke explained. “What about you?”
I leaned across the table to get as close to him as I could without the other passengers hearing us.
“Well, since the only man I’ve ever known to eat pussy as good as he does, stopped eating mine, I have had to settle for my Rose toy, my dildo, my vibrator, and some kinky porn. I’m thinking I might have to go rub one out tonight,” I whispered before I sat back in my seat, pulled my wineglass to my lips, and took another sip.
Smoke gulped and replied, “How ’bout you let me rub it out in my bed tonight?”
I looked out the window. “We’re nearing our drop-off point. Let me think about it.”
An hour later, we entered Smoke’s house, and I was horny from all the touching, kissing, and teasing we’d done on the ride over.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’m gonna put this food away and make a couple of quick phone calls,” Smoke stated when we arrived.
“Do you mind if I just take a shower?”
“Kaifiya, I’ve told you a thousand times that mi casa es su casa, or in my father’s native tongue, ile mi ni ile re. Treat this place like it’s your home. Get comfortable like it’s yours.”
I took several steps toward him and flirtatiously took his hand in mine. Staring into his eyes, I told him, “I’ve never told you this, but whenever I hear you speaking Yoruba, it turns me on.”
“Fihan ohun ti o n s?r? nipa,” he said, lowering his head and bringing our faces so close that our lips were just a pucker away.
“What does that mean?” I asked when my breathing sped up.
“It means show me what you’re talking about.”
“Let me take a shower, and I can show you exactly what I’m talking about,” I replied in a raspy tone.
He winked at me. With his lips against mine, he whispered and immediately translated, “O j? akoko. You’re a tease.”
I puckered my lips to kiss him, but he instantly pulled back.
“Who’s the tease now, sir?” I asked.
I laughed and headed up the stairs of his six-bedroom, eight-bathroom home.
“Kaifiya?”
“Yeah?”
“Take your shower in my room,” he shouted.
“Okay.”
Smoke had a large, beautiful home. At 9,730 square feet, two of the bedrooms of the six were master suites, and every bedroom had an en suite. There was a gourmet kitchen with a view into the family room. The kitchen had top-of-the-line commercial appliances, a keeping room, a breakfast bar, and a walk-in pantry. There were five fireplaces, a computer room, a game room, a laundry room, a media room, a wine cellar, a theater room, an office, and a walk-out terrace with a full kitchen.
The grounds were beautifully landscaped with a saltwater pool, hot tub, gas firepit, and pro-installed putting green. The subdivision had a golf course, tennis courts, two swimming pools, and a clubhouse.
I stepped out of my clothes once I was inside his bathroom and turned on the water before I punched the buttons to turn it to my settings. I had taken a shower in here before, and though I preferred to stay in the other master suite when I was here, he always insisted that I come to his room to sleep and shower. The shower held up to four different settings, and he had programmed my preferences into one of them.
As the water poured over me, I thought back over the last three months. I had spent a lot of time with Smoke, and though we were taking things slow, I felt myself falling for him. It was too hard to be careful and protect my heart.
I had just finished drying off and had stepped into his bedroom when he walked in.
“Finished with your phone calls?” I asked as he slowly walked in my direction.
Smoke bit his bottom lip and nodded. His eyes were low, his nostrils were flared, and from every indication of the tent in his pants, his dick was hard.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“’Cause your little ass talked big shit on the car ride home. And when you play with fire, you will get burned.”
“Ohh,” I replied as he swept me off my feet and carried me to his bed. “I think I like the sound of that, Smoke.”
His fingertips gripped the edge of my towel and tugged.
“Don’t say you weren’t warned.”