18. Up in Flames #3
“Aw, hell naw!” Apparently I said enough because he hopped out of the car and ran around the back of the house.
I pulled myself from my seat and reluctantly followed.
I thought that maybe since it was dark out, he wouldn’t notice…
or maybe it wouldn’t look so bad. The moment the motion lights clicked on and I heard the thunderous scream he let out, I knew he saw the full scope of my fuck up.
“Destiny, what the fuck?” he hollered as he turned to me.
“I-I was just mad! I know you didn't really want to marry me, but when I heard you and Eden talking like that, I just lost it!” I wailed. I was not a bad bitch, I was a crybaby, and the way I stood there sniffling and snorting over his ass proved just that.
He looked at the destruction, then back at me, shaking his head in disbelief. We stood there in silence, with my sniffling and whimpers providing the score before he grabbed my waist. I tensed up and cried harder.
“Brick, baby please don’t! I’m sorry. I’ll pay for it!” My tears gave way to confusion when he looked down at me and laughed in my face.
“Man, come on, Firestarter. I should have known that the ‘good’ ones were batshit crazy. And you burned my fuckin’ grass too!? Oh, baby, you definitely about to pay for it. You ‘bout to be laid up for a year. You owe me about four M’s in ass, Lil’ Mama.”
“S-so you're not mad?” I looked at him in disbelief. I was sure by now my head would be rolling across the scorched grass.
“Yeah, I'm mad as fuck, but not half as mad as I was when I got to this muhfucka and my wife was gone,” he said, staring down at me with a look in his eyes that I couldn't quite pinpoint before continuing. “I’m sorry about that shit with Eden. I tried to wait for her to tell you, but clearly I should have said something.”
“No, don't apologize! It’s all my fault. I should have asked–”
“Des,” he cut me off, pushing a curl away from my face. “Shut the fuck up.” I frowned, looking at him with my nose scrunched up and my lip stuck out.
“Nigga, you shut the fuck up!” He smacked my ass so hard that I knew I’d feel the sting for hours.
“Baby, look at me,” he demanded, forcing my compliance by grabbing my chin. “I want you. Not your sister, not any of these other women out here. The only person on my mind is Destiny Naomi West. Now, get yo’ ass in this house so I can fuck this crazy shit out of you.”
I damn near crashed through the fully glass door trying to follow his demands. We didn’t even make it in the house good before he had me pressed up against the floor to ceiling window, fingers plunging into me as I screamed out.
“You tryna leave me?” he asked as he fingered the fuck out of me. I could literally feel my juices running down, soaking my panties and shorts. The transition from terrified to turned on was instant as I threw my leg up, chasing the nut he was determined to give me.
“N-No. I’m not leaving you, baby.”
“Never?” he asked, biting into the exposed skin of my breast as his thumb started making circles in sync with his fingers.
“Never! I promise!” I said, throwing my head back as I put a death grip on his collar. My vision started to cloud as I approached my destination and he stopped.
“Brick, wait!” I whined. He turned and walked over to the couch, leaving me standing there wide open and looking stupid. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants to the floor before sitting down on the couch.
“Nah, I told you you owe me. Come ride this dick,” he said, sitting back.
I slowly walked over, his eyes on me as I dropped my clothes to the floor.
When I reached him, I stood there looking at him nervously as his dick stared back intimidatingly.
He grabbed my wrist, pulling me close enough to where he could swing one of my legs over him, and gently guided my hips down onto him.
“Goddd,” I whispered, thanking him personally for crafting such a magical creation just for me. He felt even better from the bottom. My eyelids fluttered as I tried to remember all the moves that I had practiced.
“Just like that, baby. Take your time.” His face twisted up in a way I hadn’t seen and his eyes stayed locked on my pussy as she worked over him. That boosted my confidence, making me grip his chin and force his eyes on me.
“Tell me I’m good,” I pleaded as I settled into a rhythm that seemed to work for us.
“So fucking good. So fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect. Fuck!” His words were broken, but his message was loud and clear. My phone rang for the tenth time and he grabbed it.
“Don’t answer. Ooh, please, don’t make me stop!” I knew Eden was worried about me, but at that moment I had other priorities.
“Hello?” he said through gritted teeth while raising his hips to meet my body. I bit down on my lip trying to keep the moaning at bay.
“Where’s my sister, Brick?” I could hear Eden screaming even though she wasn’t on speaker phone.
“She good,” he grunted. “She busy tho’. Call her back tomorrow.”
“Nah, nigga, let me talk to her so I know she's breathing!”
“Oh, shit!” I moaned loudly as he roughly hit my spot from below. “Brick, baby!”
“As you can hear, she's more than good and breathing… barely. Now, if you not tryna hear no loud fuckin’, I'd suggest you call back tomorrow.”
“Oop!” I could hear her cracking up before he hung up on her. I couldn’t even yell at him for embarrassing me, but I owed him.
“Ooh, Brick, I'm about to cum, ohhh,” I hollered as he held me tight, latching onto my nipple, gripping my ass cheeks, and stroking me from the bottom while I baptized his dick.
He must have planned on collecting on his debt in full because by the time he let me off the dick, I had cum so many times that my orgasms started to run together, and I just knew I would be bow-legged for the next week.
The last thing I remember before dozing off in bed was Brick’s uncontrollable laughter as he watched the camera footage of me fighting for my life with the water hose to extinguish the fires I set in our backyard.