Chapter 14 #2
“I’m at a henna cafe,” I replied, turning my camera around so he could see the progress of my intricate body art.
“That’s what’s up. What all y’all been doing out there? I had to pull together this proposal for Q over the first two days. Now it’s time for some me time.”
“Me time, huh? Or you and Xain time? I asked if y’all were dating, and both of y’all said no. Why y’all lied?” He quipped.
“Wassup, jit,” Xain leaned into the camera to greet him.
“‘Sup. We were supposed to be working out this Sunday, but you all the way in Morocco with Khaleesi. You already letting me down,” Noah shook his head.
“Nah, we’ll be back home late tomorrow night, and I’ll be up Sunday morning to grab you,” Xain promised him.
“Bet. Let me tell Melody she gotta come grab Maurice Sunday morning.”
“Where are you going?” I questioned, noticing Noah walking out of his front door.
“I’m about to take Maurice to the park so he can stop bouncing off the walls. Make sure you bring me and Maurice back a shirt or something,” he answered.
“I already grabbed you something. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he reciprocated.
We ended the call, and I relaxed in the seat again.
“Y’all are supposed to work out on Sundays?” I questioned Xain.
“Yeah. He said he was looking for someone to help him strength train, and I got him. That’s alright with you?”
“It’s okay with me. But I don’t play about my brothers,” I informed him. “Noah might’ve joked about you letting him down, but stuff like that will bother him more than you may realize. Don’t make arrangements or promises that you don’t plan to keep.”
“I don’t make plans or arrangements with anybody that I don’t plan to keep,” Xain assured me, leaning in to peck my lips.
That was our first kiss since we had sex the other night.
It felt like the man took my breath away, and I enjoyed it.
Leaning back in, I kissed him again. It felt like the world melted away as his hand cupped my chin to deepen the kiss.
As much as I hated to admit it, I liked his mean ass.
When we finally pulled away, Xain leaned in and pecked my lips again.
I was smitten and had to fight the urge to jump into his lap.
“I like you, Khaleesi.”
“I like you too, Xain,” I beamed.
“All done,” the woman announced. “Do you like? Zwina?”
“Zwina?” I questioned.
“Beautiful.”
“Yes, it’s very beautiful.” I lifted my hand and admired the beautiful art.
“Zweena?” Xain repeated incorrectly.
“Zwina,” the woman repeated.
“Zwina,” Xain recited.
“There you go,” she nodded.
Xain pulled out his phone and clicked around until he found a contact labeled Demon Seed. “How you spell that?” Xain inquired. My nosy ass read the number and realized it was my contact info.
“You have me saved as Demon Seed?” I sputtered.
“I’m changing it. What did I say the henna would represent for us? New beginnings. This is the first step, Zwina fits our current chapter. What do you have my name saved under?”
“I don’t have it saved at all,” I laughed.
“See, save my shit,” he demanded.
Laughing, I complied and saved his number as Xain. That was the best I could do. While I did that, the woman laughed at us, clearly entertained. Xain counted off fifteen 200-dirham bills and passed them to the woman. Enough for the henna and a large tip.
“Thank you! Thank you!” She cheered, accepting the bills.
We exited the henna cafe and headed back to the scooter.
The scooter had a small compartment to hold things, and we worked together to fit everything Xain bought me inside.
It was dark, and the cool air definitely changed the vibe of the ride.
Goosebumps prickled my skin as the wind whipped against me.
I held onto Xain so tightly in an attempt to steal some of his body heat that a silhouette of my pretty face was likely etched into his back.
With our bags in hand, we headed for Xain’s riad. Just as we reached his door, a call from Q came through my phone.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Aye. Is Xain with you? The nigga hasn’t answered the phone all day. It’s his birthday. We were surprising him with a cake, but he ain’t at his riad, and his phone is on DND.”
I looked up at the titty on the side of Xain’s head and debated for a moment before telling the bold-faced lie. Xain got his door open, and I stepped inside the courtyard. “No. I don’t know where he is.”
“Alright. If you run into him, let me know.”
“I will. Talk to you later.” I quickly ended the call.
Tossing the bags into the outdoor chair, I placed both hands on my hips and blocked his path. “Xain, it’s your birthday?”
“Yeah, why?”
“What do you mean why? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Who was on the phone telling you my business?”
“Q, he said he’s been calling you all day.”
“I’m off duty, so my phone is on DND. I don’t put work over my life anymore. I’m off the clock and spending time with you, and that requires my undivided attention,” Xain explained, gripping my waist.
“I wish I would’ve known. It’s your birthday, and you’re running around doing things I wanted to do. I could’ve made today special for you,” I pouted, poking my bottom lip out.
Xain leaned down and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before kissing me again.
We were alone now, and I engrossed myself in the kiss.
The bags Xain was holding fell, allowing his hands to roam my body.
His dick poked at me through his joggers, and I slid my hands into his joggers.
Dropping down to a squat, I brought his boxers down with me.
“You blessin’ me with head beneath the stars will be the best birthday,” he expressed, licking his bottom lip.
Xain’s words motivated me to give him the best birthday head.
Coating my mouth, I gripped the base and brought my new veiny friend to my lips.
I licked his perfect mushroom head, then swallowed his dick.
My mouth was nice and moist from the water I drank on our walk to the riad, making it easy for me to gather more saliva.
My head bobbed back and forth, his head colliding with the back of my throat repeatedly. Saliva dripped down to the base of his dick, coating my hand in the process. I glanced up at Xain, admiring the view of his relaxed face.
“Fuck, Khaleesi,” Xain groaned, his mouth slightly ajar.
I went harder, sucking his dick at that quickened pace. Xain reached down and grabbed my throat, causing me to gag. My eyes watered, but I kept going. Xain stumbled, and his grip on my throat brought me forward with him. I pulled his dick from my mouth to keep my teeth from nipping him.
“Oh no,” I purred, holding his dick while I scooted closer. “The birthday boy can’t handle what he asked for?”
“Oh, I can handle it.”
Xain chuckled, shaking his head as I sucked him back into my mouth. Before I could get back into my rhythm, Xain’s hands slid into my hair, and he got a good grip on my braids. Taking control, he fucked my face, and I relaxed my throat.
“Mmmmmmmm,” I hummed in satisfaction, happy to let the birthday boy have his way with my throat.
I gagged, and my eyes watered more. My mouth was good and sloppy as saliva dripped down my chin.
“You love talking shit, but you sound the best when you gagging on my dick,” he complimented.
The shit talking had me turned on. I gagged again, and I felt his dick pulsating.
“I’m ‘bout to nut in your pretty ass mouth. Fuck!”
“Mmmmm,” I moaned at his announcement, happily accepting every drop the birthday boy had to offer. His warm nut coated my throat and went down easily.
“Shiiiiiiit!” Xain panted, pulling his dick out of my mouth.
Standing on my feet, I lifted my shirt to clean the saliva off my chin and cheeks. Xain pulled his joggers back up and tightened the drawstring around his waist. “Go shower and change. I’m taking you to dinner.”
“Khaleesi, we have a long ass travel day tomorrow. Can we just fuck and go to sleep?
“Birthday sex isn’t enough, even if it almost brought you to your knees.”
Xain flashed a boyish grin. The door to the riad opened, and I looked like a deer caught in headlights as Jameera and Q walked in. Q held the birthday cake, and Jameera had a few birthday balloons. I quickly raised both hands to wipe away the tears and smudged mascara.
“Fucking liar,” Q spat. His eyes were locked on me as he shook his head.
“Well, what were y’all doing that there are bags littering the courtyard? Are we interrupting something?” Jameera questioned.
“Nah, Khaleesi was about to take me to a birthday dinner. Y’all wanna come?”
“Oh, a double date?” Jameera inquired.
“Come on. Y’all been beefing for six years and now y’all creeping? This shit is about to blow me. What happens if y’all don’t work out? We go back to beefed-out Khaleesi and Xain?” Q interrogated.
“Respectfully, we are off the clock, and you not about to blow my high on my birthday. Thanks for the cake,” he stated, gathering the birthday cake and balloons. “Walk y’all newly engaged asses back out of here and give me the key y’all used to get in here,” Xain commanded with his palm open.
“See, Jameera, they are like a pair of bad-ass kids,” Q talked shit, slapping the key card wrapped in a leather wallet in Xain’s hand.
The pair were back out the door, and Xain slammed it closed behind them. Xain leaned down and pecked my lips. “Go get ready for dinner. Is an hour good?”
“An hour and a half,” I noted, giddy that he caved on letting me celebrate his birthday with him.