Page 18 of Welcome to the Table
The way she recited her words did something to my soul. She was peculiar but in a good way.
“You, because you doing it. But if you don’t want to, I get it. You don’t know me like that.” She rolled her eyes at me with a half-smile.
I knew she was mentally battling whether she should sit down or not, but I knew the good part would win. She was a little hesitant and looked behind her to see who was watching.
I reached up and grabbed her chin. “I’m this way. What you looking behind you for? You always safe with me.” I had to assure her and establish a little trust.
She took a deep breath and proceeded to climb on top of me. Once she was comfortably on my lap, I leaned the seat back so she could sit upright. I wanted a better view to look at her. Now that we were in closer proximity, all that bad girl shit went out the window. She was fiddling with her hands and looking everywhere but at me.
I didn’t give a fuck about the dozens of people around us. They disappeared when she sat on my lap. I had hittas everywhere, so I didn’t have to watch my back for no funny shit to happen. Niggas knew not to bust their guns unless they wanted to lose their lives. I knew Grove was watching everything. I trusted that nigga with my life. I reached into the armrest and grabbed my weed and blunt wrapper. I looked up, and her head was down. I put my shit down and used my hand to lift her chin.
“I’m up here. What you nervous for? I ain’t touch you yet. You just sitting on my lap,” I told her, and she smiled.
“I don’t know you, Hellcat, and from the way everybody spread like the Red Sea when you came through, I don’t think I want to know you. Plus, the looks from the bitches out here ain’t cool. These bitches don’t know how I get down to be looking at me like that. I beat bitches for less from my city.”
That shit turned me on. She knew when to turn that ghetto shit off and be a fucking lady.
“I heard the stories about you before I even came to New Orleans. I ain’t trying to get caught up in your shit. I been keeping myself low-key and minding my business, and it needs to stay that way,” she said, looking at me.
“Don’t believe everything you hear. If it didn’t come from my mouth. If I didn’t tell you, it ain’t true,” I told her, then grabbed my blunt and started to roll it.
“You smoke? And don’t say you don’t trust it, cuz yo’ thick ass sitting right here, watching me roll it. I grow my own shit, so you good,” I said before she could object.
“I don’t smoke a lot, but I’ll smoke with you.” She licked her lips, and that shit was so sexy.
Her lips were plump but not fake. I wanted to suck them, but I didn’t want to run her off. Everything she heard about me was probably true, but I wouldn’t confirm it. I wanted her to knowme for herself. I was losing my fucking mind. I didn’t do shit like this, but I didn’t want her with another nigga, and I didn’t even know her. I was selfish already, and that shit was dangerous.
“Gimme a kiss,” I told her, and she laughed loud. She fell back, but I didn’t laugh. I was serious. “Yo’ shit look soft as fuck, and I bet the pussy lips just as soft,” I said, and she stopped laughing. Her eyes slanted, and I knew I turned her on. The creases in her forehead gave her away.
“I don’t know where yo’ lips been to be kissing you,” she told me, and I smiled.
“They ain’t been on nobody yet because she tripping like she don’t wanna kiss a nigga, and don’t start that ‘you don’t know me’ shit. You about to smoke my weed, and I only share with my best friend and my brother,” I told her and put the blunt to my lips.
If she didn’t want to kiss me, I had a trick for that shit. I let the shit go for now. I pulled off the blunt and pulled her to me to blow the smoke in her mouth, and made her inhale it. Afterward, she pulled back, and a lazy smile was plastered on her face. I hit the blunt twice before passing it to her. She looked sexy as fuck holding my blunt in her hand and smoking. She inhaled and let some of the smoke out of her mouth into her nose, and my dick got hard. Her head was slightly bowed with her hair framing her face, giving her a sexy, exotic look.
My hands found her thick thighs and rubbed them up and down, all the way to the creases of her pussy. I didn’t know if it was the weed or her on top of me, but this shit was intense. Her body shivered. I tried to move her because my dick was about to break, but she stopped me.
“No, don’t move me. You wanted me here, so this is where I will stay,” she said, passing the blunt back to me.
“You want me to fuck you in front of all these people? I know you feel how hard my dick is,” I told her, and she moved her hips in a circle. I ran my hand through my dreads, and she smiled.
“Can’t take the heat… You know the rest,” she said, and I laughed.
I hit the blunt and pulled the back of her neck toward me while keeping the blunt in my mouth. I blew her a shotgun. When our lips touched, a shock of electricity went through every part of my body. I had to get the fuck away from her. I let her go, and she took the blunt out of my mouth but remained close. She kissed my forehead, nose, and then my mouth. She swirled her tongue in my mouth and sucked my lips like her life depended on it. My hands gripped her hips and moved them like she was riding my shit to make it go down a little.
“Mmmm,” she moaned into my lips.
She reached over, put the blunt out, wrapped her arms around my neck, and continued to kiss me, rubbing the back of my head while moving her body on her own. She leaned in closer with her breasts on my chest. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I knew I couldn’t. She was a good girl playing the bad girl role when she didn’t have to.
“Fuuucckkkk, you killing me, Ma.” I moaned as her mouth made its way to my neck. Her tongue did a dance on my neck, and I was losing the battle. I gripped the back of her neck tight as fuck.
“I ain’t trying to fuck you out here or right now because I wanna get to know you, but you making it hard. You gon’ have to stop this shit before your jeans get ripped off you. Some shit I can’t control about myself. I’m trying to be respectful, but the monster that lives in me will have yo’ ass butt ball naked, and I ain’t trying to do that with you,” I told her, but that didn’t stop her.
I reached my other hand between us and unbuttoned her pants with one move. My fingers slid in her jeans, and I rubbed her clit. Her shit was leaking. I inserted one of my fingers inside her, and her tunnel had me in a trance. Her shit was like a water hose, and she didn’t have on panties. I stroked her clit with my thumb and my index finger inside her, and she was tight as hell. She began to ride my fingers as her pussy got tighter and tighter. I had to make her mine, or at least try to, because this pussy gripped my fingers like a vise.
“You like that shit, huh?” I said.
She stuck her tongue out, and I sucked it. I've never been the nigga on some PDA shit, but she had me losing it.
