Chapter 13 I didn’t pull the card.
“‘W h a t ’ s s o m e t h i n g y o u think people misunderstand about you?’” I read aloud, squinting at the card before glancing over at Ahmad laid up next to me.
He had one arm behind his head and the other lazily resting on his chest, a fresh blunt tucked between his fingers.
The softest bass from my playlist played low in the background, and the candles I’d lit earlier were still flickering with a warm glow.
Taking a sip of Patrón, I just watched him with low eyes.
He looked over at me, lips pulling into that little crooked smirk. “Damn. You really tryna get deep, deep wit’ this game.”
I grinned, sipping from the bottle. “I mean, that’s the category you picked. Don’t run from it.”
He took a slow pull of the blunt, holding the smoke before exhaling toward the ceiling. “Aight,” he said after a moment. “I guess… I think people assume I don’t give a fuck ‘bout shit. Like I’m just out here floatin’. But I care. I just don’t show it the way they want me to.”
I looked at him for a second, nodding slowly. “That makes sense.”
Leaning over toward the nightstand, he placed the blunt in the ashtray. “And you?”
“I didn’t pull the card.”
He gave me a look. “Tae.”
I rolled my eyes before answering. “Fine. I think people think I’m always in control. Like I never need help or that I always have everything together. And I don’t. I’m still learning and growing.”
He blinked at me, then reached for his Remy. “That don’t surprise me.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause you seem like the type that don’t ever ask for shit. You handle everything by yo’self. Even when you mad or overwhelmed, you still keep it cute like you don’t wanna slip and let nobody see the mess.”
I tilted my head. “And how would you know?”
“’Cause I’m good at readin’ people,” he said, taking a sip. “Been readin’ you since the first night.”
That made me feel warm. I bit my lip, holding his gaze for a second too long before I reached for the next card. “Okay, new question.” I cleared my throat and read it out loud. “‘What’s a red flag you ignored in your last relationship?’”
Ahmad laughed immediately. “You sure you wanna go there?”
I chuckled. “Don’t punk out now.”
He chuckled again, then ran his tongue across his teeth. “Aight. Everything ‘bout her was a red flag. She got issues but, you know… I fucked wit’ her enough to try. That shit got tirin’ as a mahfucka.”
“Do you miss her?’
“Hell nah. She miss me and this dick, though.” He smirked, gripping it, and I just laughed. “What ‘bout you?”
I took a slow sip. “My last actual relationship was a while ago, but… I was recently involved with a married man.”
“Oh, yeah. Ol’ boy that showed up tryna fuck when I’d already had you walkin’ funny.”
“Shut up!” I playfully hit his chest. “Yeah, him. It was just sex, but looking back on it, it was wrong. His willingness to cheat on his wife was a major red flag, but I didn’t care. I mean, as long as I got mine.”
“Damn. You cold, mamas.”
Rolling my eyes, I took another sip of Patrón before putting it on the nightstand on my side of the bed. My heart was beating a little faster, and I wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or the conversation. I slid the deck toward him. “Your turn.”
He took a card and chuckled to himself. “You sure?”
“I can handle it.”
He smirked and read, “‘What’s a non-sexual thing that turns you on?’”
I gave him a look. “You first.”
“Nah, you go.”
I leaned back against the pillows. “Confidence. Like when a man doesn’t have to say too much, but you still feel his presence when he walks into a room. That shit gets me every time.”
Ahmad nodded, clearly satisfied with my answer. “I got that,” he said cocky, rubbing his chest. “That’s me all day.”
I laughed. “Well, you definitely ain’t shy.”
He set the card down and leaned closer, eyes still on me. “Mine is when a woman speaks up for herself. Like, don’t let nobody play wit’ her. That shit do somethin’ to me.”
“Noted.”
“You already got it.”
I smiled but didn’t say anything. I sat there for a second, just looking at him.
The tension in the room had shifted again.
Everything felt deeper now, like the liquor, the laughs, and the honesty had peeled back a layer neither of us was expecting.
I reached for another card but didn’t flip it over. “Ahmad…”
He looked at me while sparking up his blunt again, eyes red from the Remy and weed. “What’s up?”
I hesitated, then said it anyway. “I like you.”
He let the words sit in the space between us for a beat before speaking. “I like you too,” he said. “Been did since that first night. You know that, though.”
I smiled a little. “Yeah.”
He took a deep pull and exhaled slowly. “But I’ma keep it a buck… I ain’t jumpin’ headfirst into no relationship right now. Not ‘cause I don’t fuck wit’ you. But just… where I’m at? I gotta move a lil’ careful wit’ my peace.”
I nodded slowly. “I respect that. I’m not asking for a title.” I shifted onto my knees, crawling closer, then swung one leg over and climbed right into his lap, facing him. My Patrón-heavy breath fanned across his lips. “But I don’t wanna share you.”
He leaned back slightly, eyebrows raised. “That right?”
Lowering my head, I kissed his chest once and then again. “I don’t like to share.”
He smirked and took a long, slow pull of his blunt, then crushed the roach in the tray.
Reaching for the Remy, he killed what was left in the bottle and set it down.
His hand came up slowly, fingers sliding under my chin until they curved around my neck, gently but firmly, and pulled my mouth back to his.
His tongue slipped past my lips like he’d been waiting to taste me again. He kissed as if he were making a statement. When he finally pulled back, his voice was low and hoarse. “This dick could be all yours, Tae, as long as that pussy stay stingy for me only.”
I laughed softly, the sound slipping out against his mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Oh, it’s stingy.”
He chuckled, then leaned back on the headboard and shifted under me, letting me feel exactly how bricked up he was through his boxer briefs.
His hands gripped my hips, dragging me lower until I was right where he wanted me.
“Aight then,” he muttered, looking up at me with that devilish glint in his eyes.
“Ride this mahfucka like you meant that shit.”
My heart thudded, but my body was already moving. I reached between us, tugged his briefs down enough to free him, then lowered myself onto his dick. My eyes were locked on his the whole time. And when my lip caught between my teeth, his breath hitched as one of his hands tightened on my hip.
“Goddamn,” he muttered. Then I started grinding slowly at first, circling my hips like I was writing my name on him with every motion. His head tilted back, and he ran both hands up my thighs, then back down to cup my ass. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Keep goin’. Just like that.”
I picked up the pace, bracing one hand on his chest while the other reached back to balance on his thigh. I was riding like I meant every single word I’d said. I wanted him, and I didn’t care how crazy it sounded.
Ahmad’s hands slid back up, one gripping my waist, the other teasing my nipple. “Look at you,” he growled. “All that soft talk, now you tryna fuck the soul outta me like a demon.”
I laughed through a breathless moan. “Maybe I am.”
His lips curved. “Good. I want all that shit.”
The bedroom filled with wet sounds, gasps, and the thud of skin meeting skin. Every time I picked up speed, he met me halfway with a thrust that made me lose my words and throw my head back. “Ahmad…”
“I gotchu, baby.”
I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the Remy still lingering on his breath.
Maybe it was the way he was looking at me like he could live between my legs forever.
Or maybe it was the pressure of him stretching me just right while his grip on my waist told me he wasn’t letting up anytime soon.
I was grinding on his dick like my life depended on it, and he was eating it up.
His groans were guttural with his tongue licking over his bottom lip like he wanted to devour me again.
“Bench,” he muttered, voice thick and full of control.
I was already climbing off before he even finished the command, letting out a shaky breath.
I moved sensually, climbing onto the bench and lying my upper body flat on the bed.
The anticipation of this position had me dripping even more.
Last time, we’d ruined my old bench, and he’d kept his word to pay for another a few days later.
This one was gorgeous, sturdier, all leather, and could be cleaned properly from the mess we were about to make.
I looked over my shoulder, teasing. “This is what you want?”
“This is what you want,” Ahmad chuckled, grabbing my ass with both hands. His hand slid between my thighs to test how wet I still was, and he groaned under his breath. “Still fuckin’ drippin’. You somethin’ else.”
“Do something about it then,” I challenged, breath shaky, face pressed against the comforter as I jiggled my ass. He chuckled darkly behind me. Then, I felt him move, and I turned my head. “Where are you going?”
“Where yo’ freak toys at?”
Eyebrows furrowed, I started to ask a question, and he shot me a look that said don’t ask me no questions.
I chucked my chin towards the nightstand on the left.
He walked over, dick standing at attention, looking beautiful, and went to retrieve one of my sex toys from the collection.
I watched as he held up a small pink silicone plug in one hand and smirked at me.
My stomach flipped because I knew what was coming. And not in a scary way. Hell, I loved double penetration. I just knew Ahmad was about to ruin me in the best way possible.
“I ever tell you how good this ass look when you bent over?” he asked, running his hand down the curve of my back to my cheeks. “Swear to God, I could live back here.”
Before I could say anything slick, he spread my cheeks open gently, spitting and slurping. “Oooh, fuck… Ahmad…”
His tongue continued to tease my asshole before he turned on the plug. The vibration against me had me rotating my hips, damn near begging for it. “Big ol’ freak. I love it.”
“Mhm.” My voice cracked. “Don’t stop.”
He pushed it in gently, and I could tell he was enjoying watching me squirm and arch even more. “Fuck, Tae. Look at you,” he muttered, grabbing my ass again as he eased it all the way in. “That shit so sexy.”
I was trembling, stuck between the pressure and the ache of needing him back inside my pussy. And he knew it too because the next thing I felt was the thick weight of his dick sliding back into me from behind.
“Ahmad!” I cried, gripping the sheets with both hands. My head was buried into the mattress as he picked up a nasty rhythm, fucking me deep while the vibrating plug worked its magic. “Oh, my Goddd…”
He held my waist and dragged me back into each stroke. “Pussy so mahfuckin’ wet.”
The mix of his dick hitting my spot and the toy creating that double pressure had me losing my mind. I was messy, creaming all over him in minutes. My legs were shaking. My ass was bouncing. And the way he was groaning behind me told me that he was gone, too.
“Fuck, Tae… you gon’ make me nut in this pussy again. I swear to God.”
“Do it,” I moaned, deliriously. “I want it. I want it all!” He reached around and rubbed my clit while still pounding into me, and the moment his thumb hit that sweet spot, it was a wrap. “Ahmadddd!!! Fuuuckkk, fuucccckkk!!!
I came so hard, I collapsed onto the bed, still moaning as my walls pulsed around him.
He continued to pound into me while I was on my stomach, dick going crazy deep.
Vibrator working my ass. Then, he let out a deep, guttural growl as he spilled inside me, chest pressed to my back, breath hot in my ear.
Both of us stayed still for a moment. We were sweaty, breathless, and undone.
The room smelled like sex and smoke and everything I didn’t know I needed tonight.
Ahmad pulled out of me, dripping a mess onto the sheets, and removed the plug from my ass.
He tossed it on the floor, and soon, we were in the spooning position.
As messy as it was, it felt nice to feel him behind me, one arm tucked tight around my waist, the other draped lazily over my thigh, fingers tracing slow circles against my skin.
His chest rose and fell behind me, the rhythm steady and warm as his body molded into mine.
I was sore and drenched in sweat, but I was also smiling. He kissed my bare shoulder before settling back in, his breath landing soft against my neck. I shifted slightly, cuddling closer, letting his presence sink into my bones.
“You good, mamas?” he asked, voice hoarse and low.
I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m great.”
He didn’t say anything after that, and he didn’t have to. I knew he was drifting. I turned my head slightly and looked back at him. His breathing was deeper, and a faint snore started slipping out, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
My lips curled into a grin as I faced forward again, adjusting my leg slightly to find a more comfortable spot between his. With my pussy satisfied and my heart fluttering, I drifted off to sleep.