6. Dessert, Perhaps? #2
“I mean, the night was supposed to be about her, yet she somehow made it about you.”
Leaning forward, she grinned. “Tell me more.”
“Maaannn, back up.” I laughed, and she sat back in the seat. “I ain’t ‘bout to do no gossiping witchu, man.”
“So, what we came out here to do? I literally just told you I was supposed to be someone’s something sweet tonight. You gon’ have to pull a rabbit out the hat or somethin’, Mehki.”
“Girl, fuck I look like, ya court jester?”
She giggled, closing the pie. “I’m just sayin’.”
“You wanna be my somethin’ sweet, Ma?” I reached over and touched her hand. “’Cause you gon’ have to tell me what you want. I’m not a mind reader. And to be clear, I don’t do competition. Mainly because I don’t have to and niggas ain’t having it like me. So, talk to me and tell me what you want.”
She stared at me through hooded eyes before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. “Can I… be your somethin’ sweet tonight, Mehki?”
“You ever had that pussy licked on til’ you cream in the back of a foreign car?”
“I can’t say that I have. But tonight can be the first of many.”
Her words held confidence, like the thought of getting caught didn’t even cross her mind.
My dick bricked up instantly. Grabbing the container from her, along with the other trash, I tossed it into the plastic bag.
Stepping out of the car again, I walked around and pulled her door open.
With no words spoken between us, she got out and entered the backseat.
I slid in behind her, pulling the door closed and locking it.
“Get up on your knees and bend over for me,” I instructed lowly.
She complied slowly, turning and putting her knees in the seat.
“May I?” I asked before touching her.
She glanced over her shoulder seductively. “I insist.”
I reached for the hem of her sweats and pulled them down over her ass, revealing a green lace thong nestled between her cheeks. Lifting her leg to get her fully out the sweats, I laid them neatly over the front seat.
I got comfortable behind her and gently pushed her forward to get as much access as possible in the small space. The scent of her sex was fresh and her pussy wet and warm as I ran my hand over the seat of the fabric before pulling the thong down and off her.
“Damn, fine ass girl,” I groaned, thumbing her clit. “How long you been sitting on this wet ass pussy?”
“All my li…”
Her words got caught in her throat the moment I wrapped my lips around her clit, slurping it into my mouth.
“Ooohhhh,” she crooned.
I spread her cheeks and lapped at it, causing smacking sounds to fill the car. Key’s ass was so soft. She smelled sweet, and I could tell she took care of her hygiene. Alternating from sucking her clit to sliding my tongue up and down her slit, I used my thumb to play with her asshole.
“Oh, my God. Sssss. Oh, this feels so good.” She arched her back, making me slap her ass.
“There you go, fine ass girl. Arch that shit.”
Flattening my tongue, I let her rock back and forth on it, creating her own rhythm.
“Mmm. Mmm. Eat this pussy. Mmmm. I’ma cum, Mehki. Please.” She panted. “I’ma… I’ma cum.”
Detaching my tongue from her clit, I slid two fingers in her pussy. “You have my permission,” I said, planting kisses on her ass while methodically working my fingers in and out of her.
“I’m cumminnnn’!” she shrieked, and her body shook as she grabbed hold of the door, bouncing her ass on my fingers.
“That’s right. Make a mess,” I encouraged, feeling her juices drip down my hand.
I waited until she stopped moving to slide my fingers out that were now glistening from her essence.
“Shit,” she let out, spent, with her head up against the window and ass still in the air.
Looking over her shoulder just as I was licking her juices off my fingers, she grinned.
“If that’s what you was about to do to Baby tonight, I hate that she missed out. Boyyy, you got a tongue on you.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You just don’t be knowin’ what to say. Here,” I held her panties up, “you puttin’ these back on?”
She grabbed her sweatpants and then the thongs. Instead of putting them on, she pushed them into the pocket of the sweats and stepped into them.
“This,” she spoke, pulling the pants over her ample ass, “will go down as the best ice cream date in history.”
“I bet it will. We still on for Saturday?”
“Oh, after what you just did to me, them niggas gon’ have to see me on the spades table. I’ma make sure we win.”
“Girl, go head. Eatin’ yo’ pussy ain’t ‘bout nothin’. It’s me putting this dick in your ribcage that’ll have you coming to see ‘bout a nigga.”
She flashed a mischievous smile and leaned in so that her nose was touching mine. Sticking her tongue out, she swiped it slowly across my top lip.
“Mehki,” she purred, “you haven’t even had her at her wettest. I hope you enjoyed your late-night sweet treat. Thanks for mine.” Pecking my lips, she grabbed the bag of trash from the front seat and got out.
I kept my eyes glued to her as she walked over to her Maserati, hopped in, and started it up. The way she made sure to roll down the window and wave to the way she eased out of the spot said something. Maybe, just maybe, Karima had something to worry about after all.