Chapter Twenty
Channing
“Nique, I’m fine,” Rhythm assured her friend.
If I hadn’t taken her out of the club when I did, I was gon’ jump on that stage and beat Raheem’s ass. The moment I saw the look of discomfort on Rhythm’s face, anger fueled my footsteps. I ran up on that fat fuck of a security guard and let his ass have it. He was stuttering all over himself, trying to explain what happened.
I didn’t need an explanation. I could clearly see that she was up there against her will because he wasn’t doing his job. I didn’t give a damn who Raheem was. He should have never been able to get close enough to Rhythm to pull her on stage and embarrass her like that. Then for Imani’s ass to get up there and further embarrass them all? The shit was crazy. She clearly didn’t know her role as a side bitch.
I could hear Monique going off on the other end of the phone, and it wasn’t even on speaker. She’d called that man everything but a child of God, and I wholeheartedly agreed with her.
“Nique, I promise, I’m okay, boo… Please don’t call that man. There is nothing else that needs to be said to him. Fuck him. Fuck her. She deserves that nigga as much as she deserved my fist to her mouth.”
My eyes widened at the sound of that. She’d been on the phone with Monique since we walked out of the club, so I hadn’t been privy to the news of her hitting Imani. The whole incident on stage had been live streamed. By morning, I was sure every news and gossip blog were going to be talking about it.
“I’m with Channing… Yes, he’s taking care of me…”
She snickered, and I could only imagine that Monique had said something out of pocket.
“Bitch, get off my phone. I love you, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She hung up the phone and dropped it into the cup holder.
“You sure you good?” I asked.
“I’m fine.”
“So, tell me, Mayweather. How did you end up putting hands on that girl?”
“She came in the bathroom talking shit while I was in there. We exchanged words, and when I tried to walk out, she grabbed me; therefore, she got hit.”
I shook my head. “Shit is finna be real tight around the studio. I’m glad I finished the track they were working on.”
She shrugged. “I don’t wanna talk about them anymore.”
“Fair enough.”
“Where are we going?”
“To my house.”
“Oh! I get to see where the big-time producer lives, huh?”
I chuckled. “It ain’t even like that. I live comfortably. No extra shit. It’s not a mansion. It’s not even a mini mansion, but it’s nice. I worked my ass off for it.”
“I believe you.”
We drove in comfortable silence to my neighborhood. I lived in a subdivision called Haven Heights. Most of the homes were around $500,000. My home was a four-bedroom, three-and-a-half-bath split level. It had a home theater, gym, and game room. I’d also had a pool and a basketball court installed. When I bought it, I bought the lot next door, too, to make room for the extra amenities and my studio. If I didn’t feel like leaving my house, I didn’t have to.
We pulled into my driveway about twenty minutes later. Rhythm’s eyes widened.
“Not a mini mansion, huh?” she said with a giggle. “This is beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
Shutting off the car, I climbed out and went around to open her door, extending my hand to help her out. We headed inside so I could give her a tour of the place. She absolutely fell in love with my kitchen, stating she loved to cook, and it was a chef’s dream.
We ended the tour in my master bedroom. As we walked in, she surveyed the room. This room was what sold me on the house. It was huge and equipped with double walk-in closets, a sitting room that led out to my balcony, and a spacious en suite bathroom.
“So, this is where the magic happens?” Rhythm asked, leaning against the bed.
I stepped into her space and placed my hands on either side of her.
Leaning in close, I said, “Ain’t no magic. Straight fuckin’.”
She smirked as her hand snaked to the back of my neck. She pulled my head to hers and dropped a sexy, sensual kiss on my lips. Her hands tugged at the hem of my shirt, and she pulled it off and tossed it aside. Our lips never parted as she found my belt buckle and undid it, pulling it from the loops.
I fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, opening them one by one. When I pushed it from her shoulders, I was greeted with a sexy black lace bra. Her nipple piercings were visible, causing me to stoop down and latch onto the hardened buds through the fabric.
She moaned softly as I alternated between one then the other. Her hands continued to mess with my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. When she tried to push them and my boxers down, I slapped her hands away.
“Patience, baby,” I said, pushing her flat on the bed.
Grabbing her foot, I placed it to my chest and took off one heel then the other. She had the sexiest feet I’d ever seen. They were so soft and well taken care of that I just wanted to suck her pretty ass toes. I reached to unbutton her shorts before slipping them off. A matching pair of lace thongs greeted me, causing me to lick my lips.
“Damn.”
The way the set did her body justice was a fucking sin and a shame.
“On your knees,” I commanded.
She did the sexiest roll over and pushed her ass into the air. Threading my fingers through her hair, I gave a generous tug. She moaned as she followed the pull of my arm to sit upright. I peppered kisses along her collarbone as I unclasped her bra and pulled it from her shoulders.
My hands came around to cup her full breasts, tweaking her nipples in the process. She moaned her pleasure.
“Mmmm…”
“Can I taste you?” I whispered in her ear.
“Yes!”
I pushed her forward, back into the arch she had previously held. My eyes marveled at the sight of her ass eating up that thong. Gently, I massaged her cheeks before giving them a generous smack, eliciting a moan from her. Hooking my fingers in the bands of the thin fabric, I pulled them down and off.
Before me, her pussy was already secreting its juices. She trembled as I ran my finger through her slit, stopping to massage her clit.
“Wet ass pussy…” I mumbled, positioning myself behind her.
Without warning, I sucked her clit between my lips, causing her to cry out.
“Shit!”
Spreading her plump cheeks, I took my time devouring the sweetness of her pussy. I could hear the sharpness of the breaths she drew as I circled and sucked her sensitive pearl. She was so damn wet that my beard was saturated in her juices in no time.
Her moans multiplied as I slid my middle and ring fingers into her wet canal. Locating her G-spot, I stroked my fingers against it, causing her to squirt just a little.
“Oooo shit!” she cried out, throwing her hips back at me.
The slow assault on her pussy had her trembling everywhere. When I felt her walls clench around my fingers, I knew I had her.
“Give it to me, mama,” I coached between slurps of her clit. “Don’t hold back. Bust that shit for me.”
As if her pussy needed my permission, she squirted against my hand. Her top half collapsed against the bed, and she lay there panting. I pulled my fingers away and stood to my full height. After fully undressing, I walked around to my nightstand and opened the drawer to retrieve a condom.
She looked over at me with lust in her eyes and a drunken smile on her face.
I smirked as I rolled on the condom. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I’ve fantasized about this dick on more than one occasion.”
“Before or after you fucked me?”
“Both.”
I circled the bed, stroking my fully erect piece until I was standing behind her.
“So why deny yourself the type of pleasure I can give both of us?” I slapped her ass. “Should I give you this shit?”
“Yes…” she whispered. She backed up against me until my dick rested between her ass cheeks.
“Why?”
“Because I want it.” She lifted her hips, and my dick settled at her soaking wet entrance. She pushed back against me, causing me to slide in with a single thrust of her hips. “Fuck! I want it so bad!”
I stood there, watching her get herself off while her ass clapped against my thighs. The ripple effect was almost mesmerizing.
“Oooo shit!” She cried out in pleasure as she picked up her pace.
I slapped her ass, and she moaned louder. Gripping her hips, I met her stroke for stroke. Her walls were just as tight as they had been the last time I was inside her. She had that vice grip that could make a nigga tap out if he didn’t pace himself.
“Oooo, Channing… fuck me!”
She gasped as I sank deeper into her. Repeatedly, she fought for the breath that every stroke stole. Her fists clenched the covers, bunching them together. When she buried her face in them to muffle her screams, I wrapped her silky tresses around my fist and pulled her head back up.
“Don’t be quiet now, mama. Let me hear how good this dick is to you.”
“So fucking good!”
“Are you gonna deny yourself this good dick again?”
“No… fuck no!”
“You done with that nigga, you hear me?”
“Yes! Fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming!”
Again, she squirted against me. That shit was so damn sexy that it caused me to join her. Pulling out of her, I snatched off the condom and shot my load all over her back.
“Fuck!” I yelled, emptying the last of my seed.
She collapsed to the bed, panting heavily as her body continued to tremble in orgasmic aftershock. My knees felt weak as I stumbled over to the trash can to dispose of the condom. I headed into the bathroom to get a warm towel to clean us both up with and to start the shower.
She moaned as I swiped at the mess we’d made of her. I tossed the towel into the laundry hamper and rolled her over onto her back. She looked up at me, completely spent.
“How about a shower?” I asked.
She didn’t answer. All she could do was nod. Scooping her up bridal style, I carried her into my bathroom. I hoped she was up for another round because I wasn’t done with her pretty ass yet. We had a lot of wasted time to make up for, and tonight was as good of a night as any to do just that.