Chapter 8 #2
Loving when she talked that shit, Melo smirked. “Ain’t an issue yet. Long as you or that nigga don’t make it one. If you done with him, block his ass and let it be that. Letting him call that phone back-to-back gon’ get it tossed out into the street.”
“What?” Kwinn frowned, then laughed. “You’re crazy.”
“Probably, but I’m a grown man first. When I’m invested in somebody, I need that same energy and respect to be returned.
A hoe can’t hit my line and vie for any kind of attention ‘cause you’ve got it all.
Even when you think you don’t, just know you stay up here”—he tapped his temple— “And eventually gon’ be right where my heart at.
If another nigga is occupying either of those spaces of yours, we can cut this trip short. ”
Kwinn listened intently, knowing he was entitled to how he felt and what he was saying. Had the tables been turned, Kwinn would’ve been on the same type of time. Disgusted with the way her pussy juiced up at his words, Kwinn squirmed in her seat.
“You good?” Melo asked, glancing her way.
“Mhm,” she hummed and nodded. “I hear you and agree with everything you said. I meant to block him before I left the city, but it slipped my mind.”
“It’s all good. Just make sure you handle that now, ‘cause I’m damn sure gon’ handle you and that pussy once we get to this house.”
As badly as she wanted Melo to get straight to it and make good on his word to rearrange her guts, business called. While he took a phone call in another part of the home, Kwinn was in the main bedroom talking to Saiko on speaker, hoping he didn’t walk in on their conversation.
“Bitch, I would have been gave the pussy up. Right there in that parking lot, actually,” Saiko informed.
Kwinn giggled, pulling out another Louis bag to add to her collection.
Kwinn felt bad for shopping with another SA, aka another sales associate, and was surprised that Melo had one who happened to be working today.
It made sense, though. The way he knew his way around the city let her know that he’d been here more than a few times and frequented it pretty often.
“Trust me, I know,” Kwinn stated. “I would have, too, but we weren’t exactly in an enclosed space. Broad daylight with my coochie out is insane.”
Saiko tilted her head to the side. “True. We don’t need your goodies plastered everywhere because the paparazzi was being nosy.”
Kwinn hadn’t spotted many, but fans had certainly come up to Melo for a picture. He gave out a few and declined some after it got to be a bit excessive, but he still showed them love.
“I got you something, too,” Kwinn said, holding up a box.
“Ooh. Thank you. You didn’t have to do that,” Saiko said.
Kwinn shrugged. “I know, but if you ballin’ buy yo’ main bitch something,” she said, making them giggle.
“I take you to one concert, and now you’re a rapper and video vixen. Lord, help us.”
“Girl, I’m living a crazy life right now. My mama was so surprised when I told her. She was giving me all the tips when we were on set.”
Saiko grinned. “I know that’s right! Toya was and still is a baddie. What your daddy say?”
Kwinn smiled, thinking of her daddy. Vic played no games when it came to his girls. He made her share her location with him and Toya while she was there.
“You know him. He wants to meet him if it’s serious. After I told him what was going on with Jabari, he said he was glad the nigga got traded,” Kwinn divulged, making them crack up.
“Shit, I am too. That injured-ass nigga wasn’t doing much for us anyway,” Melo added, walking into the room.
Kwinn flinched at the sound of his voice. “Ooh. You scared me.”
“You ain’t living right.” He smirked, kissing her cheek before glancing around the room. “We should’ve copped you some luggage.”
“Malone, no. It’s fine.”
He looked over his shoulder at her and shook his head. “What I tell you earlier?”
“Not you getting in trouble in front of company,” Saiko joked, interrupting the reprimand. “Hey, Melo.”
“What’s up wit’ it? Yo’ girl don’t like to listen.”
“I do when you make me,” Kwinn defended, letting him know that he had before and could again. That’s if he wanted to. Catching her drift, Melo nodded.
Saiko chuckled. “Well, alrighty then. I’ma let you go, sis. Text me later. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
The call disconnected, and she kept eye contact with Melo.
The sexual energy between them was so intense that it made Kwinn’s stance waver.
She’d been trying to keep her desire for him at bay since she arrived, and she was sick of pretending.
Flirting, kissing, touching, and finding every excuse not to take things all the way were cool, but Kwinn wanted some dick now.
Preferably the one that belonged to Melo’s tall, fine, Black ass.
The way his heavy artillery pressed against her in the bed that morning, she just knew she’d be walking different for days.
She had enjoyed the anticipation at first, but between the way he looked at her, the things he whispered in her ear, and the way his hands seemed to find her waist whenever they were close, her patience had damn near run out.
Her hormones were raging, and she wasn't ashamed to admit it.
Erasing the distance between them, Melo stepped her way. His closeness and musky cologne made her breaths heavy. Kwinn bit her bottom lip out of habit, and the way his eyes seemed to darken made her nerves vanish.
“Every time you look at me like that, it makes my dick hard,” Melo expressed, reaching for her wrist.
Boldly, knowing she was about to stake claim to it, Kwinn slipped her hands inside his shorts and gripped his meaty dick.
“I like that,” Kwinn cooed as he hardened.
“And I like when you listen. Take these shorts off.” Melo tugged at the string, untying it before Kwinn scooted back.
She wanted nothing more than to do as she was told, but she wanted to get clean first. “I will but let me shower first.”
Nodding, Melo adjusted his dick. “A’ight. I’ma let you have some privacy, but I’ll be back.”
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “You better.”
Melo smirked and headed out of the bedroom, only to enter another one right down the hall.
After being out all day, a nice shower was calling his name.
He would’ve preferred taking one with Kwinn, but figured it was too intimate right then.
Plus, Melo was a man with discipline. He hadn’t made it this far in life without having restraint.
Back inside the main bedroom, Kwinn tidied up her things before stepping into the bathroom.
She took her time in the shower, hoping the steaming water would help calm herself down.
It didn’t. If anything, it made her want him more.
With a pep in her step, she climbed out twenty minutes later, wrapping a towel around her.
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Kwinn moisturized her damp sienna skin that had a gorgeous tan.
Slipping the tiny red chemise with lace trim detailing over her head, she admired her body in the mirror.
The soft fabric clung to her curves, while her pussy played peek-a-boo thanks to the high side slits.
It was made for easy access and movement, and Kwinn knew exactly what she was doing when she packed it.
She stood in the mirror after brushing her loose curls and cupped her breasts.
“You look good, girl,” she whispered with a small smile. “Now, let’s go put this pussy on him real proper.”
She choked on weed smoke and the pep talk she gave herself when she pulled the bathroom door open.
Not expecting him to be there, Kwinn’s heart rate spiked as she placed her clothes inside her suitcase.
The lights were dimmed, and music played somewhere in the house.
Stretched comfortably across the lounge chair by the windows, Melo was looking entirely too good.
He’d showered and put on a white tank top and black Polo briefs, while a red durag covered his head. A blunt rested between his fingers as smoke curled lazily around him. He didn’t smoke as much as he used to, but his Cali plug had gotten him right.
“Hey,” Kwinn greeted.
“Hey,” Melo responded, smiling. “Feeling better?”
Kwinn nodded. “Yes.”
“Com’ere.”
The lazy drawl of his deep voice, relaxation in his posture, and the intricate art covering his chocolate skin made Kwinn move her feet.
He watched her every step, and in seconds, she planted herself between his open legs.
Sitting up, Melo kissed her soft belly while dragging a hand up the back of her thigh.
Gripping her meaty backside, he pulled her closer and sat back so she could straddle his lap.
“You smell good,” he said, eyeing her with an intensity that made a rush of heat course through her body. “Looking real fucking good, too. How you know this my favorite color?”
“Lucky guess,” Kwinn teased with her eyes trained on his lips.
Coolly, in no rush to slide up in her, though his semi-erect dick was saying otherwise, Melo puffed on his blunt. Extending it to Kwinn, she took a gentle pull and let the potent tree fill her lungs before blowing it out.
“Sexy as a mothafucka and this pussy is so wet, luv. I can feel it through my briefs.”
Kwinn grinded against him, not having much to say about the slickness between her thighs.
It was there because of him. Putting the blunt out, Melo explored her curves, making every caress feel like they were made just for her.
He occupied himself with her perky titties, wrapping his lips around a hard nipple.
“Sss,” Kwinn hissed, then moaned as his tongue twirled before he sucked on it.
Wanting to bring him just as much pleasure as he was giving her, Kwinn pulled his dick from his briefs and glided her wetness across it.
Looking up at her with her boob still in his mouth, Melo reached for the SILK condom on the table and handed it to her.
With ease, she ripped it open and slid it down his impressive length.
“Uuugggh,” Kwinn moaned loudly as she sank down on him. “Fuck!”