11. Fresh out the Pack
Eleven
Fresh out the Pack
brICK
Ilaid in my bed, chuckling to myself at the shit we just pulled. I didn’t even want a bachelor party, but Kilo and Zion insisted we do something. I chose a cigar bar, since I figured that would be the least amount of foolery.
I was wrong.
Common sense should have told me that anything my youngest brother touched would be some absolute fuck shit. I was glad I wasn’t the party planner because after the way we turned that classy establishment into some hood shit, I knew that deposit was as good as gone.
I wasn’t sure who invited all them women, but I owed them an ass-whoopin’ for damn near getting me in trouble. Still, the pop-up at the club was the most fun that I had the whole night.
My body had just melted into the sheets when I got a notification on my phone.
Peep
I’m outside. Come to the door.
I damn near broke my neck launching myself out of the bed and shuffling to my front door.
When I opened it, I came face to face with my future wife.
She had changed out of her club clothes and had on a long black coat.
I was so confused by her surprise visit, that I didn’t think to ask her why she showed up to my crib lookin’ like Inspector Gadget.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as I let her in the house, locking up behind her.
“I want you to finish what you started earlier,” she said, looking anywhere but at me. I grabbed her chin and forced her to face me because all the fidgeting was making me anxious.
“The fuck you talkin’ bout, baby?”
“Let's just do it… now. Let’s fuck.” The word still didn't sound right coming from her lips.
After her statement, she dropped her coat to the floor and stopped me in my tracks.
Showing more skin than I'd ever seen on her, she had on a lace bodysuit that hugged every curve to perfection.
Her hair was still in its big curly state, and her soft skin glowed like she had just rubbed herself down in glitter.
“What?” I choked out, the whole scene made it hard for my brain to comprehend anything she was saying.
That and the fact that all the blood in my body had quickly headed south.
Since we were so close to the wedding, I figured she would want to wait until our big night, but clearly she had other plans.
“Let's just have sex. Everyone thinks we are anyways.
Let's just take the pressure off.” The slight tremble in her words made me hesitant, but when she grabbed me by my collar and pulled me in for a kiss, I complied instantly.
I eagerly grabbed her by her waist, backing her into the nearest wall and kissing her roughly.
Shit, if she wanted to be fucked, I'd take her right against that wall if I had to.
My hands wandered all over her body as I tongued her down.
“Brick,” she gasped and arched her back when my hand slid under her bodysuit to caress her nipples.
My dick got even harder pressing into her stomach because I loved how turned on she got just from kissing me.
I used my other hand to grip her thigh and pull it up around my waist. I didn't even eat pussy like that, but her plush ass thighs looked like they'd be perfect draped over my ears.
We would get there, but she said she wanted me in that pussy, so I had to oblige.
Gripping her other thigh, I had her off her feet in a blink and was halfway to my bedroom by the time she realized what happened.
“Ooh, Baby,” she moaned as I kissed down her neck and to her titties. I freed one and she watched me as I swirled my tongue around her tight ass nipple before sucking hard. Every time she moaned my dick got harder, and I was all too pleased with the thought of torturing her until she begged for it.
That must not have been working for her because she turned her back to me and spread out on the bed on all fours. She slipped the straps over her shoulders and I helped her wiggle her way out.
“Just do it.” Through the mirror on the other side of my bedroom, I could see that her eyes were shut tight and she clutched the sheet close to her naked chest. Right then, everything came back to me all at once.
The way her pops harped on how much of a “good girl” she was.
The way she damn near nutted on herself every time I barely touched her ass.
I didn't know how it never clicked for me before, but at that moment, it all made sense. I grabbed her, flipping her over to her back.
“Des, are you… a fucking virgin?” I asked, looking down at her with furrowed brows.
“Does it matter?” she countered looking away nervously. The way she clutched the sheet over her naked body made me feel like shit. How could I not have noticed how nervous she was? She looked downright terrified.
“Yes, it fucking matters!” I said with more gusto than I intended to. I knew she wasn’t the most experienced, but I hadn’t met a real life virgin since tenth grade!
“It's fine. Just turn off the lights and let's do it. Come on!” Her eyes didn't meet mine and she was shaking like a muhfucka. I looked at her like she lost her fucking mind, standing up and backing away from the bed.
“Destiny… Get the fuck out!” I growled, rubbing the space on my forehead where I could feel a migraine starting to form.
“What?” she asked.
“Leave! Go the fuck home!” The fact that she just tried to coerce me into sliding up in her unseasoned ass pussy without notice had me hot. So hot that my dick was no longer hard, and I couldn't see myself fuckin’ for a long time.
“What do you mean go home? You’re putting me out?
” The way she looked at me in offense let me know that I would eventually end up being the one who apologized, but I couldn't even focus on that. I know I wasn’t exactly the moral compass with the amount of women I fucked and the nasty shit I had them doing for me, but for her to try this shit on me was fucked up.
Anything that ever went down with any of them was completely consensual, and I never lied on my dick to get it.
“Put your clothes on and go home. I’m not fuckin’ you! You fucked up for this!”
“Me?” She stood to her feet. “You talk all this big talk about what you wanna do to me, and now that I’m here in front of you, you punkin’ out? I should have known you were all talk!”
“I ain’t no muhfuckin’ punk, but the fact that you just tried to slide that lil fresh out the pack pussy on me without my consent is wild.
I like my pussy with a lil’ bit more mileage on it.
” I don’t know why the fuck I said that part, but that was all she needed to hear before stomping off, the sheet she had wrapped around her flapping behind her as she moved.
“Fuck you, Brick!” she yelled while grabbing her coat from the ground.
I watched her looking crazy as hell as she fought to turn the sleeves back the right way and put it back on.
She failed miserably and ended up with the shit on inside out and my fuckin’ flat sheet still wrapped around her.
Just a whole mess of fabric and audacity.
She looked so ridiculous, that I almost broke character and laughed, but thought about what she just did and found myself mad all over again.
“You good to drive?” I asked her when she snatched her keys and phone.
“Kiss my ass!” she yelled.
“You still don’t sound right tryna cuss!
Goofy ass! Take yo’ ass home and text me when you get there.
” She didn’t answer, stomping out the front door.
I wanted to shake the shit out of her when she slammed my shit.
Instead of matching her crash out, I opened the door and watched her as she angrily packed herself up in her new Rover and peeled off with the damn sheet hanging halfway out the door.
“I bet yo’ mad ass better text me when you get home,” I mumbled to myself as I went off to grab more sheets to replace the one she stole. She texted me when she got in but called herself giving me the silent treatment after that.
For three fuckin’ days.
“What the—Brick, what are you doing?” Destiny screamed as I busted in her living room like the fuckin’ Kool-Aid Man. Damn a knock, I damn near kicked that bitch down before I remembered that I had a key.
“You got me fucked up!” I raved. “Got me calling’ and texting you!
I sent you a muhfuckin’ email! You too good to answer me?
” Her silent treatment continued as she stood at her kitchen sink glaring at me angrily while she washed dishes.
I walked over and snatched the knife from her hand, tossing it in the sink and grabbing her up when she tried to swing on me.
“Oh, so you tryna hit me now? You real bad, huh?” I taunted, knowing I would let her fuck my shit up if it got her talking to me again. Since she stayed quiet, I continued my fussing. “The fact that you're so mad at me is unbelievable, nigga!” I snapped.
“Why?” she asked. “I tried to offer you something special and you spat in my face and put me out! Do you know how embarrassing that was? I’m not good enough for you because I’m a virgin, nigga?”
“I never said that! And you didn’t ‘offer me something special’.
You tried to trick a nigga into just taking something sacred.
That ain’t fair to me or you!” She looked at me, bottom lip quivering and made me regret even popping up at her place.
I had learned her and knew exactly what was coming next.
“I just wanted it to be done with! My whole life I’ve been living Godly, doing what I’m supposed to because of what they taught me… I just wanted to do it.” Her nostrils flared and her eyes filled up with tears, but she didn’t cry with her sensitive ass.
“So, you telling me you kept that shit on lock for thirty-one years, and you just gon’ give it away a week before our damn wedding? That sounds crazy as fuck to me, Peep.”
“I did try to give it away once before.” She bit her bottom lip, looking off.
“Tried? What the fuck are you talkin’ bout?”
“I mean—” She sighed in embarrassment. “It was the night I graduated from high school, right after the first breakup with my ex.
I went to some party with this guy I liked…
It was supposed to be like a church lock-in, but we left early and went back to his house.
He got on top of me, and we were naked, but I don't think he ever actually made it inside of me. He… finished, before he could. Like on the outside. Then he said that if I didn't feel anything, I must not have been any good. I mean, I know enough to know better now, but I was embarrassed back then! I felt like maybe the Lord was punishing me for having premarital sex… well trying to have premarital sex. Then I got older, and it was just easier not to do it because people treat you like something is wrong with you.” I stared at her for a full minute, completely still before I howled with laughter. I felt like shit, because she was still fighting tears, but I couldn’t stop it.
“Glad to know this is so entertaining to you,” she fussed, crossing her arms and looking off.
“It’s not. I swear… just the fact that some nigga couldn’t even hold his nut before he got in the pussy, and you believing that shit.
I’m sorry. That’s just crazy as hell.” She glared at me, and I backed her up and lifted her up onto the counter, standing between her legs and pressing my dick into her center.
“What do you do when you get horny?” I asked, needing to know.
“Pray,” she whispered, making me holler loud enough to disturb her whole apartment complex.
“You a trip… So, you ain’t never played with that pussy before, Destiny?” I watched her head drop as she broke eye contact with me.
“I mean… maybe a couple of times… yes… I always prayed after, though.” I kissed both of her cheeks that were red as fuck. I couldn’t believe a nigga ended up with a real life Thirty-One-Year-Old Virgin.
“Man, Destiny.” I looked at her, chuckled and looked off. “If I would have fucked you the way I really wanted to… Yo’ virgin ass probably would have ended up in the hospital.”
“I—oh…” Her voice trailed off as her face reddened even more.
I was learning my limits with her, and as much as she tried to play coy, she loved when I talked nasty to her.
I could literally smell the effect it had on her pussy through her shorts, and I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to do it while I had her full of dick.
“I wasn't trying to trick you,” she reasoned. “I just didn't want everyone staring at me on our wedding night and knowing that after that I'd no longer be a virgin. Everyone kept saying we were doing it, so I figured that if I went ahead and did it, it wouldn't be so embarrassing.”
“You ain’t gotta be embarrassed of shit, Peep.
You waited, and that means something. A lot of us were out here fuckin’ way too young, or with the wrong people.
You deserve something special for your first time.
Not some ‘Here damn’ sex after you been out all night at the club.
Can you let me do that for you?” I asked as I pulled her in for a kiss.
She nodded and held my face, taking my tongue into her mouth, and opening her legs wider for me as she pulled me in closer.
“Peep,” I fussed, rubbing my hands over her smooth ass thighs. “What I just say? Stop trying to seduce me with your rookie cookie.”
“Shut up,” she said with a laugh. I was just glad that she was talking to me again.
“You know I care about you, right?” I asked. “I really fuck with you, girl.” I realized that was a crazy thing to say to the woman I was set to marry in less than a week, but I meant that shit.
“I really fuck with you too,” she said before giggling.
“That was a lil’ better. Pretty soon we gon’ have you cussin’ real good.
I bet that mouth be real nasty when you be in there sinning with yourself,” I teased before sliding her off the counter to carry her back to the couch.
I missed them lips and was ready to torture us both with nasty kissing and booty rubs for the rest of the day.