Page 15 of Bricked Up
“Why are you doing this shit right now? Why the fuck are you blocking, nigga?”
“‘Cuz I can,” A smirk lifted one corner of his lips. “And you know why. I’ll stop all this shit right now if you take me back. I’ll take you home and eat ya pussy ‘til you cum all over my face, repeatedly. You look fucking gorgeous as usual, by the way.” He licked his lips then said, “You know I love your walk, and watching you walk to me got my dick bricked up so hard it fucking hurts. You wanna slide a little closer to me and rub a nut up outta me right quick?”
“Saadiq,” Zia cocked her head to the side and eyed him in disbelief and frustration. “I am on a fucking date. A fucking date, gotdamn it.” She slapped a hand against the table as she stood. “Soooo, you can kiss my?—”
“Hand me your panties,” Saadiq demanded as his beautiful eyes danced up and down her curves as he took another sip of his drink.
“Excuse me,” Zia mugged Saadiq hard as fuck. “Fuck no, I ain’t giving you my?—”
His eyes darkened with mischief and amusement. “Give. Me. Your. Panties. Zia. Or so help me, I’ll?—”
“Fineeeeee! You ignorant ass psychopath. I’ll be right back.” Sucking her teeth, she started to walk off when Saadiq caught her by her wrist.
“No, take them off right here in front of me. Aye, remember how you used to surprise me with a striptease when I came home for lunch? You would have a side of pussy ready for me withevery meal. Gotdamn, I miss that shit. Sometimes I beat my dick to the memories while?—”
“Saadiq,” Zia frowned as she shook her head. “What the fuck do that got to do with right now. I’m not about to?—”
“Zia,” Saadiq rested a hand against the side of his face. He was growing really tired of her non-cooperation. He was trying to exercise patience, but the back and forth with her when all he could think about was fucking and loving on her was really blowing him. “You know me. You know what typa nigga I am. The typa nigga I’ve always been. So if you thought I was gon’ sit by idly while you go out on a date with another nigga while pissed at me, when you know I want you back, then you’re the only psychopath here. Now sit down, slide your panties off, and hand ‘em here.”
Zia hated that he was right, but the last thing she was about to do was agree with him. Instead, she sat down, quickly removed her panties, and started to throw them in his face. But because she was so fucking turned on by this man and his bullshit antics, her panties were soaked, and some of her juices clung to the seat of the material and her hand.
Grinning, Saadiq adjusted the position of his dick before he leaned forward, snaked his long tongue out of his mouth, and licked and sucked on her panties and fingers just as his waiter returned.
Zia yanked her hand back so quickly that her panties landed in the lemon herb sauce of Saadiq’s stuffed mushrooms.
“Oh, my fucking God.”
Laughing, Saadiq grabbed the panties, licked the butter sauce from the seat of them, slipped them into the pocket of his button-down, and reached for the menu.
“Are you ready to order, sir?” Jay asked as he glanced from Saadiq to Zia with a big ass grin dancing across his face.
Zia was blushing, soaking her thighs, and embarrassed all at the same time as she quickly avoided contact with the man.
“Nah bruh, ya ain’t got this sexy ass woman’s pussy on the menu that’s sitting across from me. So I’mma need some more time.”
“No worries. I understand. I’ll be back shortly.” He walked away chuckling.
“I am so fucking embarrassed, and you are so fucking nasty.” She lowered her head slightly and licked her lips. “I’m going back to my date and would appreciate it if?—”
“Put these on and you can go,” Saadiq said as he pulled some vibrating panties from the pocket of his shirt and held them out to her.
“Oh, hell no. You are outta your gotdamn mind if you think I’m about to put on these damn vibrating panties right now. Especially when you got the muthafuckin’ remote, Zia shook her head. “No, Saadiq. I am not?—”
Saadiq nodded as he drained the last of his drink, then leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Yo’ sexy ass got two choices, Zia. You can either put the panties on, or I can sit ya fat pussy having ass on this table and put them on you myself.” He kissed her neck, then asked, “What’s it gonna be, gorgeous?”
It annoyed Zia to no end that Saadiq still knew her and her body so well. He knew she was down to get freaky in public, but only in very discreet doses. Saadiq, however, loved to push the envelope. He feared nothing and loved the thrill of doing what he wanted when he wanted. But because he’s giving her just as many orgasms in public as he had in private, Zia knew not to test him because the nigga didn’t play fair. He played to win, never missed, and knew she got off on the shit just as much as he did. Snatching the panties, she slipped them on and rolled her eyes as she slipped out of the booth.
“You’re such a bastard.”
“Thank you! Enjoy your date, baby.”
Zia stuck her middle finger up and walked away when a deep sucking vibration against her clit forced her to stop suddenly and brace herself against the nearest wall for support.
Just as quickly as the vibration started, it stopped. Refusing to turn around to give Saadiq’s ass the satisfaction, Zia shook off the intensity of the pleasure as best she could and headed back to her table.
“There you are, I was on my way back to the restroom to make sure you were good. Is your family straight?” he asked as genuine concern flashed across his face.
“No, there was an incident and I really need to—Ohhhh! Mmmm! Shit!” Zia clutched the table as she quickly sat down and squeezed her thighs together until the vibrations stopped. “Fuck!”
