10. At Your Best
At Your Best
MEHKI
Iwatched Key’s back as she walked off after collecting her winnings and canceling our dinner plans.
The way she waved at the few people she’d met during the tournament, laughing and high fiving them like she’d known them forever, made me chuckle.
This woman had a personality that people couldn’t help but to gravitate to, and it made her more fuckable in my eyes.
She didn’t have to code switch to fit in.
Key pulled up as herself and made everyone love her.
“Took the bread and just breezed, didn’t she?” Mav said from beside me where he stood watching. Only he was watching Amil.
I glanced over at him and smirked. “I guess she did.”
“Shit, she might be slicker than you. And with Amilly being her cousin, I’m sure that shit run in they bloodline. You heard me tell shorty my government name? That’s usually classified information. It’s cause for concern, my nigga.” His voice dipped, sounding like he was genuinely worried.
I laughed at his assessment. “So, when you give her cousin a nickname?”
He folded his hands behind his back and shrugged. “The minute we won the first hand. She bad as hell. Was she at the lounge that night when you met Key?”
I nodded. “Yeah. She was there with another female at first.”
“Damn,” he let out, rubbing his goatee. “I don’t know how I missed that. Had I been paying attention, I probably would’ve pulled one of your moves and put my phone in her bag.”
“Oh, on some stalker shit?”
“On some stalker shit,” he repeated, and we cracked up laughing, giving each other a pound. “I wouldn’t have been able to pass that up.”
“Now you see how I felt, my nigga.”
“Nah, real shit. Shorty whole swag was just on some chill shit. Like she don’t require too much but deserve everything, feel me?”
“Exactly that,” I agreed, having the same thoughts about Key.
“Let me change the subject though fore you start clowning a nigga for being in love after only a few hours.” He laughed at himself. “Key held her own out here, and not just on the tables.”
I knew he was referring to her interaction with Karima and Julissa, and I had to agree. I really had no rhyme or reason for giving Karima the okay to pull up other than not wanting my women to feel left out. I wasn’t hiding them, which was why I chose to be up front with Key out the gate.
“Yeah. I like how she carried herself.”
“On some thorough shit,” he added. “Most women would’ve been on one or even tried to call you out on ya shit.”
“Ain’t nothin’ to call out though. Key knows about Rima and Ju, and they are aware of her.”
“Shiiiddd, just cause everybody is aware don’t mean everybody gon’ move accordingly. Lowkey, Karima looked like she was ready to shoot the one once she realized who Key was. Key don’t make shit no better with how smooth and effortless her comebacks are. And I could tell Amilly was wit’ whatever.”
“I peeped that too.” I turned my head in the direction of the DJ booth as I spoke, spotting Karima and Ju standing a few feet away.
Ju was laughing with Deuce’s wife, while Karima stood next to them with her face in her phone.
“Yo’ ass tensed up at their little back and forth,” Mav pointed out. “Key didn’t even blink.”
“I wasn’t tense about shit, nigga,” I fired back. “If anything, I was proud.”
“Of who? Key or Karima?”
“Aye, what we doin’? A play by play of some shit we were both there for?”
“You was proud of Key, man. I’ll say it for you if you scared to say it out loud.”
“Maaannn, fuck outta here.” I pushed him.
Truth was that I expected Karima to move the way she did.
She couldn’t help it. I was both proud and surprised by how poised Key was and not because I’d known her for a while or was familiar with how she handled herself on defense because I wasn’t.
It was the fact that she didn’t let Karima and Ju’s presence knock her off her square. That shit was a turn on.
It was one thing for her to be aware of my women, but to look them dead in the face without being on some messy shit earned points with me, especially after I’d just sucked the juices out her pussy only days ago off the strength. Any other woman would’ve loved to put that shit on front street.
“Aye, do me a solid.” Mav interrupted my thoughts.
“Wassup?”
“Let Key know I’m on Amil head,” he said with conviction.
“I’ll deliver the message.”
“Good lookin’. I’m tryna be a cousin-in-law.” He grinned, rubbing his hands together.
I went to clown him when Karima walked over by herself and slipped her arm through mine.
“This was a nice turn out, Mav. And my baby brought the win home, so that’s a plus.”
“Preciate that,” Mav said. “I don’t think he could’ve done it without his partner. As a matter of fact, I know he couldn’t have.”
“Hating ass.” I snickered.
“Speaking of partners, maybe you two should team up next time, you know, that way you don’t have to share your win with a stranger, bae.”
“Nah,” Mav shook his head, “I already know who I’m locking in with next year. But let me gather my clean-up crew. I’ma hit ya line sometime tomorrow, Khi.”
“Aight.”
We dapped each other up, and he waved bye to Karima before walking off.
“I’m glad we came,” she said, stepping in front of me. “I got to see you in action. I gotta learn how to play.”
I smirked. “Yeah. I got to see you in action too.”
“I think I did well under the circumstances.”
“Mmhmm.”
She narrowed her eyes and put a hand up on her hip. “What?”
Smiling, I shook my head. “I ain’t say nothing.”
“What you wanna do now?” she asked.
“Grab something to eat and head to the crib.”
“Oh,” she uttered. The disappointment in her voice was subtle but there.
“Cheer up, baby.” I bent down to kiss her lips. “Y’all gon’ follow me, and we gon’ sleep in Daddy bed tonight.”
Her face brightened up instantly. “Okay.”
She put her hand in mine, and we walked over to Ju, who fell in step on the other side of me as we exited the park. After making sure they got to Karima’s car safely, I pulled up beside them and rolled my window down.
“Let’s head straight to the house. I’ll order something there. Y’all pull out in front of me.”
Putting my car in reverse, I gave her room to maneuver out of her parking spot and pull off.
As I navigated the light traffic and kids running in and out of the street for fun, my eyes drifted to my phone that sat in the cupholder.
Part of me wanted to text Key to see if she’d made it home safe.
Nothing extra, just that. The other part of me said to hold it down for the night.
She’d made it clear by her departure that I was moving on her time now.
I didn’t know how I felt about that, especially when I was used to controlling the motion.
Most women leaned in my direction or moved around.
Key didn’t do either. She’d thrown a curve ball for me to now navigate if I still wanted to pursue her, forcing me to be even more intentional with my next move.
I respected it more than I cared to admit.
Gripping the steering wheel, I left the phone right where it was.
Tomorrow was another day. Tonight, I’d focus on what I had.
“Mmm… fuck,” I let out in a low growl. I could hear the distinct sounds of slurping, while a wet mouth held me hostage.
I cracked my eyes open, and Ju’s head bobbed up and down on my dick, while Karima took position behind her with a mouthful of pussy. Ju stared up at me with lust filled eyes before slowly putting my dick to the back of her throat. I swore I heard my toes pop.
“Just like that, Juju. Mmhmm, suck that dick, baby,” I encouraged, grabbing the back of her head and fucking her face.
Gawk. Gawk. Gawk.
She was sucking my dick so good, for a second, it felt like she would pass out because she wasn’t tryna come up for air.
Spit dripped heavy from her full lips, sliding down my veiny shaft, while her eyes watered and rolled back.
The sounds that echoed throughout the room sounded like a real live porno.
And the scene before me was too. Karima lay flat underneath Ju, lapping at her pussy like it was the last meal she’d ever taste.
My dick got harder with each sloppy slurp I heard.
Ju’s brown skin glistened as her waist beads swung against her flat stomach, while her long locs, pulled up tight in that high ponytail, bounced wild as she deep throated me. The arch in her back was perfect, giving Karima just the right leverage for eating.
Ju popped my dick out of her mouth just long enough to grind down harder onto Karima’s face. “Fuuuuck, Karima! Eat that pussy, baby. Ooouuuu, you do it so goooooddd.” She whimpered in pure ecstasy.
I slid out the bed carefully, dick rock hard and dripping from Ju’s spit.
Walking around to the edge of the bed, Karima’s chocolate legs were spread wide with her feet planted on the floor, body covered in sweat and her pretty face buried deep between Ju’s thighs.
I could see her tongue working, flicking over her clit fast before sucking it hard.
“I see what kinda morning we havin’. Daddy wanna taste both of y’all.” Ju detached herself from Karima’s mouth, rolling onto her back beside her.
With both of their legs open like an invitation, I dropped down between Karima’s thighs first, pushing her knees to her chest. She had a pretty ass pussy – neatly trimmed, phat lips with her clit just sitting up, begging to be sucked on.
My full beard brushed her sensitive skin as I dove in, tongue flat and wide, lapping from her dripping hole all the way up to her swollen clit.
I sucked it into my mouth, humming low, while I slid two fingers deep in her pussy.
I curled them up against her g-spot, stroking that spongy wall, while my tongue flicked fast.
Her back arched off the bed, hands gripping my head. “Shit, Daddy! Right there. Eat this pussy just like that! You sucking my clit so good, fuck!” Her thighs shook around my ears as she bucked against my face.
Not leaving Ju out, I reached over, sliding two fingers deep into her wetness.