15. Chapter 15 #2
The man who had been flirting with Jade turned his head, landing his hands on Nyah. He gave her a long, look up and down. He leaned back against the chair, getting real close. "Hey... if you ain't playing, why don't you come sit over here with me? We can team up on the next round, split the pot."
Nyah didn't spare the man a glance. She rolled her eyes and said, "No thanks."
The dude chuckled, sliding his chair into her space. His fingers brushed Nyah’s clean fade along the side of her head. "I'm just saying... that cut looks fire on you—"
He didn't get to finish the sentence.
Nyah snatched his wrist, stepped into him, and swept his leg clean out from under him. His frame hit the floor.
The room erupted in laughter. Dame’s other homie nearly choked on his drink.
I raised my hands, clapping in genuine applause from my seat on the sofa. "Don't let him trick you out your spot, sis!"
Nyah grabbed the dude by his collar, and hauled him back up to his feet. He was laughing too, shaking his head as he stumbled back over to his seat, learning his lesson.
As the noise settled back down and the cards started flying across the table, Dame was still touching on me like I had some sense.
The more he caressed me, the more my mind drifted away from the game. I didn't care about the Spades, the money, or the jokes anymore. I wanted to fuck.
I checked my perimeter discreetly.
Nana was engrossed in watching Kandi’s hand with her back turned to us. Taking the opportunity, I shifted my weight on the cushion, turning my body toward Dame.
I pressed my lips close to his ear. "You having a good time?"
Dame tilted his head. He gave a lazy nod in response as he watched our friends.
"I want to fuck in Jade's storage closet in the back," I whispered.
His eyes jumped. The shock cut through his haze, but he played it cool. He adjusted in his seat, matching my stare. "Right now?"
I didn't say another word. I didn't need to.
I threw Dame a weighted look, quietly pushed off the sofa, and walked away from the living room.
I kept my pace slow, taking long, deliberate strides down the dimly lit hallway so his slow, drunk ass could keep up.
By the time I reached the far end of the corridor, I turned my head and saw him trailing a few feet behind, chewing casually on a handful of potato chips he must’ve snagged on his way over.
I bit back a smirk, turning the handle to Jade’s back storage closet. It was the deep room where we kept our retired gear, extra ammo crates, and old equipment we didn't use anymore.
The moment Dame crossed the threshold, I reached behind his back and clicked the lock into place.
We stood there in the quiet shadows, taking up the whole entryway.
“Did you bring me some chips?”
“Of course.” He tried to feed one to me—only his eyes misjudged the distance completely, jamming the damn chip into my nose.
I let out a heavy sigh, snatched the chip right out of his fingers, and tossed it into my mouth, chewing away while he popped his into his own. We swallowed our food in total silence before both of us dusted the crumbs off our hands.
Dame wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body against his chest. I leaned into him, waiting for him to finish chewing his last crumb before he brought his mouth down on mine. We sank into a long, deep kiss.
When we finally broke apart, I looked up into his low eyes and asked the one thing sitting on my chest.
"How did you fuck the women before me?"
Dame broke into a nervous chuckle. "Like I ain't give a damn," he mumbled.
"Yeah. I want that."
Dame blinked, looking confused. "You want me to fuck you like I don't care about you?"
I turned my back to him and unbuttoned my jeans, wiggling my hips as I slid the denim down my thighs along with my panties. I arched my back deep, waiting for him to shut up and put in some work.
A heavy, raspy growl slipped past his lips.
"Shiiiiit," Dame muttered. "I’m about to beat those fucking walls down."
He sank his teeth into my ass cheek, and bit down hard enough to leave a mark. The sharp sting had me on the verge of leaking. His hands gripped my hips as if he was trying to tear the flesh off the bone.
He popped his belt loose before shoving my upper body against the wall.
"Remember who the fuck beating this up," he commanded.
He kicked my legs apart with his knee.
I choked out a gasped scream as he drove into me.
He pressed his body into mines as he kept going.
My hands were pressed uselessly against the wall as the size of him stretched me.
He pulled all the way back out before slamming straight back in, hitting that deep, aching spot that had my soul leaving my body.
My jaw dropped from the way he was tearing my pussy up. He was stretching me so deep it felt like he was trying to rearrange my insides. He was pounding me so good, the rhythm was blown out my control.
"Fuck—" I gasped. "Fuck, Dame—"
He went harder.
“Please, don’t stop.” Dame’s grip on my hair tightened, yanking my head back.
“You don’t get to tell me how to fuck you."
He snatched my hand off the concrete, hooked his arm under my waist, and yanked me completely off the wall.
Then he held all my weight up with his body.
My legs wobbled, and my feet barely touched the floor as he held me pinned against his chest. Then, he kept pounding into my pussy with no support.
I had to slap one hand flat against the drywall just to keep my balance.
He buried his face in the side of my neck, letting out deep grunts with every stroke.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my body felt like it was levitating while my walls clenched around his dick.
"Dame—fuck, I’m cumming—" I choked out.
"Yeah, take this shit," he grunted into my neck. His whole body tensed as he pushed all the way in till he hit the end.
His hips snapped as a raw force drove me straight over the edge.
"Cum then," he growled. “Give me that shit, Danni.”
My orgasm crashed through me, and my walls swallowed him up. He let out a guttural groan as he held me still while he buried himself again… and again… and again.
"Don't get rid of my seed," he groaned into my hair. He held me tight, releasing himself in thick spurts. "You keep every fucking drop, too."
His body shuddered against mine.
For a few long minutes, both of us were panting in the dark. The aftershocks ran through my body. Dame pulled out, and slowly zipped his pants up. I leaned against the wall, trembling while I pulled my panties and jeans back up over my hips.
He asked, "You alright over there?" He was trying to be funny, and I knew it. Trying to catch myself, I cleared my throat.
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
I slicked my hair back and glaring at him through my low eyes. "Shut up, Dame."
***
We stumbled out of the storage closet, and my legs still felt like jelly.
Between running on zero sleep and Dame taking me, I was so drained. My eyelids felt like lead weights. I really set myself up for this, knowing I needed to stay awake.
I leaned my frame against my husband’s shoulder. "Why don't we just go home?"
Dame chuckled softly under his breath, wrapping a arm around my waist to keep me upright as we walked down the hall. "Sounds good to me, babe."
When we rounded the corner, we found out the party had officially come to a stop.
The first thing I saw was Nana sitting at the table, carefully counting up a fat stack of bills. Right on the floor next to her, Kandi was hovering over the face of one of Dame's homeboys, who was passed out cold on his back. His two homies were standing over them, dying laughing.
Nana licked her thumb, snapping another bill. "I needed some new mumus anyway.”
As Dame and I walked in, Nana’s eyes locked onto us. She gave the air a playful, dramatic sniff, before giving me a knowing smirk and going right back to counting her money.
I shifted my eyes over to Kandi. She had a thick black Sharpie in her hand, drawing a massive, beard and mustache onto the passed-out dude's face.
One of his homies yelled, "Give him a bigger beard!"
Nana chimed in, “Clean up the fade. If you gone do it, do it right Kandi.”
Kandi snapped and said, “Damn, you right.” Then she started connecting his hairline to the drawn beard.
Dame leaned his head down. He whispered, "Is she doing what the fuck I think she's doing?"
A genuine laugh actually escaped my throat because Kandi was turned the fuck up. When Kandi got faded, her brain shut off and she turned into a goofy-ass child.
"Yeah, she is," I whispered back, smirking.
But as my eyes scanned the rest of the room, my radar picked up static off to the side.
Jade and Nyah were standing near the kitchen island, engaged in a heated, quiet argument. Both of their guns were drawn, held low at their sides, as they waved their fingers aggressively in each other's faces.
Jade threw her free hand up, and snapped, "Well, you should’ve spoke up! How was I supposed to know?!"
Nyah stepped into her space. "How could you not fucking know?! Everybody in this room knows!"
"No, they don’t!" Jade yelled back.
"Yes, the fuck we do!" Nyah barked. "You’ve been asleep at the wheel, baby!"
Jade froze, her eyes darting around the room until they landed dead on me and Dame. She pointed her piece toward us. "What the hell! Y'all too?!"
We nodded.
Jade was so mad, but she wasn’t that upset to ask, “And where were you two?!”
I smirked, leaning more of my weight against my husband. "Don't worry about it. But we gonna head out."
Jade threw her hands up. "I may have to come with you."
Nana stopped counting her bills for a split second, snorting out loud. "Bitch, you know you don't like going outside!"
Jade snapped her head toward the old woman. "Nana, this is not the time!"
"It's always the time when I say it's the time!" Nana shot back, holding up her fat stack of hundreds. "Do you want some of this money?"
Jade opened her mouth, but she caught sight of the green bills, and stopped dead in her tracks.