Chapter 17 #2
As long as the day had been, I just wanted to take a shower.
While Quaid gathered his hygiene products, I stripped down and went into my bathroom.
After turning on the shower, I pulled my hair up into a topknot and put on my shower cap.
I gave my teeth a thorough brushing before stepping into the shower.
It wasn’t long before Quaid joined me. The moment the door closed, I found myself in his space, on my toes, reaching for a kiss.
His hands cupped the sides of my face as he kissed me slow and sensually. I never expected to love kissing as much as I loved kissing him. Maybe I was biased because the only person I had to compare him to was Shar. I didn’t care.
His kisses made me weak in the knees. They filled me with want and desire, . . . lust and need. I’d given him my most prized possession, and he handled it with care. He wasn’t the first man who wanted my body, but he was the first to appreciate me for more than that.
When our lips finally parted, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he rested his forehead against mine, gently massaging the back of my neck.
“I love being with you,” I admitted.
“I love being with you too.”
He pecked my lips, then grabbed my loofah and washed my body. I was all smiles as we bathed each other with love, care, and a bit of friskiness. Fresh out of the shower, we handled the rest of our hygiene before he slipped into a pair of boxers, and I slipped into my robe.
Venturing out of the bedroom, I led him down to my basement. After Jaiden showed Quaid his collection, he told him all about mine and made me promise to show his new friend all my “cool things.” The only other person that had been down here, besides my baby brother, was my niece Korri.
“Damn,” Quaid said as we reached the bottom step. “This is dope as hell.”
I had wall to wall cases for my Lego structures. A few of my Comic Con outfits were on mannequin displays, while the collector’s items were in glass cases. Some of my favorite first edition comic books were mounted to the free wall space in shadow box displays.
“What’s back there?” Quaid asked, pointing to the curtained off entrance.
I grinned as I motioned for him to follow me.
Pulling back the curtain, I showed him my vintage arcade games, all in perfect condition.
There was Pac-Man, Mortal Combat, Donkey Kong, Ski Ball, Super Mario Bros, and Street Fighter.
I had the whole space set up to look like an arcade as well.
From the carpet to the lighting to wall art, everything was custom.
“This is the sickest shit I’ve ever seen,” Quaid said, looking around. “Are these originals?”
“Yep. Can you guess who had the high score?”
He kissed his teeth. “You lying.”
I giggled. “Hand to God. These are from an old arcade we used to go to as kids. I had the top score on them for years, and when it went out of business a few years ago, I bought them all. I was shocked to see nobody had beaten me.”
“You just haven’t played against me yet.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“It is.”
“You care to wager on that, Mr. Michaels?”
“Baby, I’m competitive as hell. You’re gonna lose.”
“Put your money where your mouth is.”
He chuckled. “If I win, you have to put on that Kitana outfit.”
I glanced over at the sexy costume. I’d worn it to Comic Con a few years ago, before Jaiden started coming with me. With my identity concealed by the mask, I felt sexy and empowered. I looked up at Quaid, wondering if it would have the same effect on me with him.
“Deal,” I said.
“And if you win?”
I shrugged. “I just win. Either way, you’ll get lucky.”
He smirked and licked his lips. “I can rock with that.” Cracking his knuckles, he turned to the Pac-Man game. “You might was well go ahead and put that costume on, love.”
“Just play the game!”
We shared a laugh as he finally got started.
I pulled up a stool from my downstairs bar and sat to watch him.
It didn’t take long before I realized I was going to lose this game.
I smirked to myself because even if I lost, I would still win.
It was all of twenty minutes before I accepted my impending defeat.
Sliding off the stool, I went to grab the outfit from the mannequin.
After slipping into the half bath, I stripped out of my robe, then put on the outfit.
As I looked myself over in the mirror, I could tell I’d put on weight since the last time I wore this shit.
My breasts had grown, my hips had spread, and my ass had gotten fatter.
The outfit was way more filled out than it previously had been.
Maybe that would work in my favor. I had to channel my inner Sharina. If my sister was nothing else, she was seductive. She commanded Maceo’s attention every time she stepped into the room.
“You have to make a nigga crave you, sis,” she told me.
We were sitting in my living room one night like we’d been doing for the longest. I hated to have favorites, but Shar was absolutely my favorite of my brothers wives. She just understood me.
“I don’t know how to do ? —”
“Bitch, look at you. You’re beautiful, Jaeda. The face card eats. The body is tea. Baby, you don’t have to do much. Just give the sexiness a little umph.”
“Meaning?”
“Men will deny it, but they love a woman in control. Dominance is sexy. You can be dominant without being aggressive. That’s what most of them like. Command his attention. Tell him what to do and watch him be eager to please you. Like this.”
She came over and stood between my legs. Leaning in, she gently caressed my face. Sis didn’t say a word, but the eye contact alone had my attention. She smelled good, and if either of us were into women and she was single, she’d probably have my panties by now.
“You are so fucking pretty,” she said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I bet you taste good too.”
“W-what?” I stammered.
“Shhh!” she commanded, placing a finger to my lips. “You ever tasted yourself?” She cupped my chin. “You ever played with your pussy then sucked those sweet juices from your fingers?”
I nodded my head.
“Oooo . . . you’re a nasty girl, aren’t you? I bet you love cumming all over those fingers, don’t you?”
Again, I nodded.
“I would love to see it,” she whispered in my ear. “Mmm . . . I bet I can make a bigger mess than you can.” She trailed her nails down my arm. “Would you like—Bitch, why are your nipples hard?”
I looked down to see my nipples straining against my shirt. Quickly, I covered myself.
“This is why I can’t teach you shit, Jaeda,” she said, laughing as she reclaimed her seat. “Your virgin ass gets hot and bothered.”
I knew right then that I couldn’t take lessons from her ass. It was clear why my brother couldn’t stay off her. She didn’t like women, and neither did I, yet she had me feeling some type of way.
I shook the thoughts from my head.
After putting on the mask, I ventured out of the bathroom and grabbed the metal fan accessories. Quaid was still in the arcade, so I took a seat, giving my sexiest pose as I waited for him to finish.
“Baby?” he called, finally noticing that I was gone.
I was quiet as I waited for him to find me. When he stepped from behind the curtain, his eyes widened.
“Shit,” he mumbled.
Behind the mask, I smirked, watching his dick harden. Standing, I flipped the steel fans open, causing him to jump.
“Sit,” I said, pointing at the couch with one.
He didn’t hesitate to take a seat on the couch. I could tell he was excited by the way he was anxiously rubbing his knees. He was as giddy as a kid in a candy store, and it was adorable.
“You like?” I asked, moving to stand in front of him.
He nodded.
Gently placing the fan under his chin, I tilted his head back.
“Use your words.”
He swallowed hard. “Yes. I like it very much.”
I smiled, even though he couldn’t see it. “Am I doing this outfit justice?”
“Yes, ma’am,” came out in a shaky whisper.
I wasn’t sure why that turned me on so bad, but it did.
“Why don’t you take a closer look?”
I stepped between his legs and did a slow, sexy 360. Quaid licked his lips as his eyes traveled every part of my body. I bent over in front of him and touched my toes. There was nothing but bare ass and pussy beneath this tiny skirt.
“Shit, Jaeda,” he mumbled, caressing my ass. He gave it a hefty slap.
“Did you win the game?” I asked, turning to face him.
“Fuck that game.”
I laughed. “You could fuck me instead, . . . or maybe I’ll fuck you.” My eyes dropped to the prominent bulge in his boxers. “Let me see it.”
His head dropped as he moved to pull his dick out. Again, I tipped his chin with the fan.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
His gaze locked on mine as he pulled his hardness from his boxers.
The head was already leaking precum. He used it to stroke himself to a full erection.
I was a little nervous for what I was about to do.
I had all kinds of toys to get myself off, including ones I had to mount.
But this was a real dick. I had to ride him for my pleasure and his.
Straddling his lap, I sat on his thighs. My hand replaced his, and I looked deep into his eyes as I stroked him.
“I’ve missed feeling you inside me,” I said.
“I . . . fuck! I missed it too.”
With my free hand, I pulled his glasses from his face. He chuckled as I placed them on the table in front of the couch.
“You know I can’t see shit, right?”
Grabbing his hands, I placed them on my breasts.
“You don’t need to see to feel.”
Lifting my hips, I placed the tip of his dick at my wet entrance and eased down onto it. He gave the sexiest moan as he filled my walls.
“Fuck, Jae.”
His hands gripped my thighs as I started to move. Slowly, I rode him while we stared into each other’s eyes. Reaching up, he pulled the mask from my face and tossed it to the side. A hand came around the back of my neck, and he pulled my lips to his, kissing me deeply.
“You have no fucking idea what you do to me, Jaeda,” he declared, pulling the strings of my top.
The heaviness of my breasts caused it to pop open with ease. Quaid didn’t hesitate to take a hardened bud between his lips, causing me to shudder.
“Mmm. Good boy.”
His dick twitched inside me.
“You like to be praised?” I asked, picking up the pace of my hip thrusts.
“Yes.”
“You like how I take this dick, but I love how you take this pussy.”
That one surprised even me. I didn’t know where it came from, but he liked it because his dick twitched again. He grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks, allowing him to sink deeper.
“Fuck!” I gasped. “You feel so good, baby.”
Quaid sank a little deeper into the couch before proceeding to meet the rise and fall of my hips with thrusts of his own.
“Shit!” He gave loud, sexy grunts every time my thighs slapped against his.
Gripping his shoulders, I maneuvered myself from my knees to my feet and bounced on him. The sounds of him sliding in and out of me filled the room and echoed off the walls.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he declared, looking between us. “Pussy just leaking on me, love.”
“That’s what you do to me. Fuck!”
He held me close to him, one arm around my waist and one hand fisting my hair as he repeatedly dove into me from below. I clung to him, trying my hardest not to cum yet.
He slapped my ass. “Throw that shit back.”
I fell right into sync with him, catching his every stroke. By this time, we were sweating, and the room was filled with the sweet smell of us. Locking my fingers around the back of his neck, I worked my hips overtime. A string of curses fell from his lips.
“Muthafucka!”
“Goddamn it!”
“Shit!”
It was the heavy panting, the moaning, and the sharp inhales—the sound of it all gave me great pleasure in knowing that I was pleasing him.
“Finish me,” he said, huskily.
I smirked as I slowed my riding and contracted my muscles. It only took a few seconds before he was shooting off deep inside me, and I was cumming all around him. We rested against each other, bodies clad in sweat. I peered down at him and kissed his lips.
“Kitana wins.”