Klutch
“I’m in here,” I called back.
A few seconds later, she entered wearing one of my T-shirts. Her hardened nipples pressed against the material of the shirt.
“I’ve been calling your name for ten minutes.”
She plopped down on the couch, tucking her feet beneath herself.
“My bad. It’s soundproofed down here, so I can’t hear anything from upstairs,” I informed.
I had the basement of my house remodeled when I purchased it. I wanted a man-cave special tailored to my liking along with a music studio. Not wanting outside noise to disturb me whenever I’m working, I had the whole thing built with soundproof walls.
My man-cave was constructed with black stone soundproof walls.
Mounted on the wall is a large 65-inch flat-screen TV accompanied by high-quality soundbars for an immersive audio experience.
Directly facing the screen was a spacious L-shaped couch.
In the center of the room sits a sleek black two-tier LED coffee table.
To the right side of the room, there’s a small bar area equipped with stools and barware.
She nodded in understanding.
I grabbed one of the five blunts I rolled and fired it up. I inhaled the smoke before passing it to her. We sat in a comfortable silence watching the show while rotating the blunt back and forth. Until I decided to ask a question that I’ve been pondering on for a minute.
“How do you feel about earlier?”
She cut her eyes in my direction, blowing smoke out. “What? My ex?”
“Yea,” I nodded. “How do you feel about situation at the restaurant?”
“Honestly, embarrassed. Leaving him was the best decision I ever made. I genuinely wish I’d never met him.”
“Naw, it’s a good thing you met him. Because his mistake led to me finally getting my hands on you.”
She raised an eyebrow, leaning forward, passing me the blunt. “Is that so?”
I nod, “Hell yeah.”
Aubrey slithered down to the floor. My eyes locked with hers as she kneeled before me. She hooked her hands on the waistbands of my gym shorts and boxers as I lifted to assist as she pulled them down. She slapped my manhood against her tongue.
“Mmh… so thick,” she moaned.
Flicking her tongue over the tip, licking up my precum, she took me into her mouth, lips stretching wide, her head bobbing as she took me as deep as she could.
My dick hit the back of her throat, her eyes watering as she gagged slightly.
Her mouth filled with saliva, coating me, making my dick glisten.
“Love,” I tossed my head back, enjoying the feeling of her warm mouth.
Baby girl bobbed her head up and down, her tongue swirling around.
Putting in overtime, slurping, and spitting it felt so good…
too good actually. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting us, and she spit on my shaft, using her saliva as lubrication as she jacked me off.
She leaned down to take my balls into her mouth.
Her tongue swirling around each one, sucking gently.
She gasped as I fisted her hair.
“Mmmph,” her moan, muffled around me.
I raised my hips, thrusting into her mouth. Shoving my dick down her throat, making her slightly gag. Aubrey’s mouth grew wetter, her throat constricting around me as she did whatever to squeeze my nut out.
“Ooh… fuck baby! You gon’ make me nut.”
Glancing down, my eyes connected with hers. It was the worst thing that I could’ve done. The way she stared up at me and how pretty she looked eating my dick up had me shooting my seeds down her throat in seconds. She sucked it clean before standing up with a smirk. “You proud of yourself?”
Aubrey bit the corner of her bottom lip, nodding while climbing onto my lap.
She placed her hands on the back of the couch.
Pressing my lips against hers, dipping my tongue inside.
We hungrily made out. In the midst of that, she reached behind her, grabbed my shaft, and placed the tip at her opening.
She released a small gasp as she lowered herself down. Her walls clung around me. It makes no sense how tight she was.
“Baby, you stretching me out so good.” She murmured softly.
Aubrey snatched the shirt from over her head, climbing onto her feet, and then took me on the ride of my life.
She started off slow then proceeded to slam her ass down with a vengeance.
My shoulders were used as placements for her hands while she bounced on my dick as if it was a pogo stick.
Her walls wrapped around me like a pair of vice grips.
I grabbed a hold of her waist, guiding her up and down my pole. “Oooh. Oowee… shit.” I groaned. She picked up her speed, bouncing faster, and harder. “Baby, slow down.”
She shook her head with a smirk.
If she kept going at this rate, then I’ll be cumin again way sooner than I cared for.
Not being able to have that I gently pushed her off me on the couch then flipped her onto her stomach.
She laid flat with her ass poking out. I climbed behind her, thrusting into her with a powerful force.
I drove my dick inside of her giving long deep strokes.
Reaching her hand back then placing it on my stomach. “Devonte. Oh my God… baby! I can’t take it like this.”
“Yes, the fuck, you can! And you will.” I pushed her hand away, smacking her ass.
“You’re so deep,” she whimpered.
Pressing my body against hers I grinded my hips into her center, kissing on the side of her face. We spent the next few hours with me pounding her into the couch.
LATER THAT NIGHT
I slapped Aubrey’s booty as she threw it back on my lap.
The DJ was playing “What You Is” by Youngboy.
We’re at Club Jiive for the hosting event that my manager booked for me.
After we left there, I had another hosting at the strip club.
Aubrey was cutting loose, pouring shots after shots.
She wanted me to join in, but I wasn’t on that timing tonight, so Spider had been her drinking partner.
Aubrey reached over, placing her hands on the table popping her ass to the beat. The dress she wore threatened to rise, and she tugged it back down. When the song transitioned, she sat up and leaned against me.
“This looks good around your neck,” I stated, lifting the chain with my name.
Aubrey had told me during our conversation at the restaurant that she liked my chain, so I decided to let her rock my shit for the evening.
“Yeah, it does,” she smiled, glancing down.
I was starting to think that agreeing to this arrangement with her was a bad decision.
The more time I spent with her, the more I wanted to be a part of her life.
Wanting to be the reason she always had that beautiful smile got me thinking maybe settling down with one female might not be all that bad.
She pulled out her phone, opened Snapchat, and took pictures of us. When she started recording, I grabbed her face. Titling her head, I captured her lips, kissing her passionately like there was no tomorrow. After what seemed like forever, I pulled back.
She gulped loudly. “Ooh–okay.”
I chuckled as she ended the video. Aubrey typed a caption before posting it to her story. It was going to be all over the blogs in three seconds. And for the first time in my career, I wanted them to blast my business.
Returning to my section after going to the DJ booth to perform a few of my songs, I noticed that Rod, Que, Spring, and Chastity had fallen through…
joining the party. Rod and Que wasted no time coming to stop me before I fully got inside the section.
That made Diesel and Big Mack step up immediately.
“It’s cool,” I told my security before turning my attention back to them. “What’s up?”
“We need to holla at you for a minute.” I could already figure out what this was about. I nodded for him to continue. “Whatever you got going with my sister, you need to dead it. Aubrey ain’t like the rest of them groupie bitches you fuck with. She got a good head on her shoulders.”
A smirk grew on my face. Baby girl definitely had a good head on her.
“Nigga what the fuck is funny?” Rod stepped up with his fist balled up at his side.
Rod was the hothead out of the two. I remember plenty of times Que got into fights because Rod couldn’t control his emotions. Rod was a decent fighter, but he was going to get his ass waxed messing around with me.
“Bro, chill.” Que pushed his brother back. “Look, Klutch, I fuck with you. But that shit goes out the window when my lil sister is involved. You’re not going to turn her into one of yo’ many hoes.”
“Needless to say, walk away from her,” Rod added.
It was comical to me that they thought I would stop dealing with Aubrey just because they were telling me to.
“I’m gonna be real. That’s not happening. Aubrey can make her own choices without you niggas. So til she tells me that she doesn’t want to fuck with a nigga no more, I’m continue to drop dick in her. And I mean that with all due respect.”
That did it right there.
Rod swung, connecting with my jaw. “Say that shit again bitch nigga!”
My bodyguard and homies moved to jump into action, but I held up my hand. I must admit that he had a good right hook. And as much as I wanted to give him the ass-whooping he deserved. I couldn’t because there was money on the table. Which meant he got to slide for now.
Aubrey and the girls rushed over, wedging themselves in between us. Chastity was the first person to speak up. “We’re not doing this.”
Chastity made eye contact with Que, and his demeanor softened. The jokes literally write them fucking selves. This mothafucker got the nerve to confront me, but messing with my cousin.
Que’s reputation was no better than mine.
He used to dog walk his deceased girlfriend, and the mother of his child.
That girl spent their entire relationship fighting broads because Que couldn’t stop cheating.
And once she passed away, the way he treated women got worse.
If I wasn’t good enough for his sister, then he damn sure wasn’t for my cousin.
“Y’all are taking being protective too far. I am a grown woman who’s more than capable of making her own decisions. I don’t need y’all stepping in to dictate who I can or cannot deal with?” Aubrey said, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“We’re just trying to protect you from getting your heart broken,” Que explained.
“Thank you, but there’s no heart involved to be protected.”
“Aight. Cool. Don’t come crying to us once this nigga breaks yo’ heart like you always do. From now on, figure that shit out on your own.”
“Rodney,” Spring shook her head.
“No fuck that! I’m tired of trying to protect her stupid ass. She stay picking ain’t shit niggas and wonder why she keeps getting fucked over. I mean it, don’t come to my house with your problems anymore.”
He looked over at Aubrey, who at this point had tears streaming down her face.
That shit had me hot. I didn’t give a damn if that was his sister. There wasn’t going to be any disrespecting of Aubrey in front of me.
“That’s some lil boy shit. You’re mad because Aubrey doesn’t need you telling her who to fuck with.
Instead of just being cool with that you decided to hit below the belt, and that’s foul.
But I ain’t gonna let you make her think it’s her fault them niggas moved sneaky.
Aubrey is a real ass woman. Which is why niggas seek after her even though they don’t know what to do with her.
However, I ain’t them. So, you don’t gotta worry about her coming crying on my behalf. ”
He tried to step closer. Spring intervened, putting her hand on his chest.
“How I speak to my sister doesn’t have shit to do with you.”
“Everything concerning Aubrey has something to do with me. I let you slide with that punch, but I’ll lay yo’ ass out in here about her.” I pointed at Aubrey.
Rod was used to her dealing with weak niggas that he could punk.
That ain’t this and never would be. There wouldn’t ever be a time when I didn’t come to her defense, no matter who it was against. Rod stared at me with a frown, hands balled up at his side.
They were starting to turn white from how hard he had them fisted.
I stood my ground, staring at him back ready for whatever.
“Let’s go, Spring,” he barked, snatching up her hand. Que tried to stop Rod, but he brushed him off and stormed out of the section.
“I’m gonna talk to him, sis,” Que placed a kiss on her cheek before dipping out.
Chastity wrapped her arms around Aubrey to console her as she cried. I just stood there not knowing what to do. I never been the one to know what to do when others cried, so I’ll let her handle it.
“Girl, fuck Rod angry bird ass. Okay. Stop all this crying, and let’s turn up.”
She wiped her eyes, her voice shaky as she replied, “I just want to go home.”
Chastity was getting ready to say something, but I interjected before she could speak.
“Diesel can drop y’all off.”
As much as I wanted to be selfish and convince her to stay… I couldn’t do that.