Page 67 of Anything Necessary for Her
I felt the seat of my panties dampen as his fingers brushed over my pussy through the fabric, forcing a moan through my lips. His lips drifted from my lips to my cheek and then down my throat before he sucked passionately.
“Low,” I moaned, mushing myself against him as his hands groped my ass roughly enough for me to feel it all the way on my clit.
“Peep, man . . . I don’t know what you doing to a nigga, but I couldn’t stop the shit if I wanted to.” He dragged his mouth along my jawline. “And everything they saying in this fucking song is some real shit.” His hands ran amuck all over my body as he talked lowly and sensually. “I don’t own the world, but anything in my possession, you can have it. You already got it.”
My eyes fluttered closed as I luxuriated in the feel of his hands, his mouth, and most importantly, his words.
His mouth cascaded down past my face and neck, sucking on the tops of my breasts. He groaned, realizing I didn’t have on a bra before nudging the slinky dress down and hungrily taking a nipple into his mouth. As he switched between my two breasts, his fingers pushed my panties to the side from behind, just before he brushed the pads of his fingers against my mound, languidly dragging it back and forth, teasing my opening and making me whimper in pleasure.
He bit down softly on my nipple before vacuuming it back into his mouth as he continued to sweep between my lower lips lazily but with pressure.
“Fuck, you wet,” he groaned, speeding up very slightly.
“I’m gonna cum,” I notified, clinging to him just before he captured my mouth with his, sending me over the edge with his fingers.
My legs gave out, but he was holding me tightly enough to keep me upright.
After I came back from my full body shivers and shudders, Low removed his fingers from my panties, adjusting them back to their original position, before licking my natural sap from his fingers.
“Mmm.” He grunted against my mouth, sucking my lips.
“That’s the second time you made me cum with no real sexual action.”
“I know.” He half-smiled, pecking me and chuckling at my shock.
“You did that stuff while I was stretching on purpose?” I was befuddled.
“I did. I mean, at first it was accidental, but when I noticed the look on your face, I realized I was turning yo’ little fast ass on, so I kept doing it.”
I threw my head back to chortle, still in his strong arms while we swayed to our own beat since the song had now changed.
“Yeah, I?—”
“Get the fuck out!” Low barked at Free who had barged in. Thankfully, my exposed breasts were pressed against Low whose back was to the door.
“Nigga, fuck you! This my house!” Free retorted before backing out and slamming the door. “Aye, Banks got this nigga in there slow dancing and shit!” he announced to the party, the large hallway echoing his voice enough for us to hear as well.
“This nigga.” Low scoffed, releasing me so I could fix the straps of my dress. I was too busy laughing still as Low led me out of the room by hand, yelling, “Why the fuck was you even playing that damn song?”
“Shit. It’s thick with fine niggas out here, but I’m faithful.” Kailey adjusted her top for the fifth time today. It was basically a bra, but she swore it was a shirt once pulled down correctly.
“Faithful? You’re single.” I frowned, feeling the hot sun beam down on me as I adjusted my Gucci baseball cap.
“Don’t let my man Sif hear you say that,” she shot back, making me chortle and shake my head.
“Shut the hell up, Kailey.” I waved her off as she giggled, finger waving to some nigga who’d nodded his head to her as a come hither instead of walking up to her and speaking like a real man.
Today, my brother Cemone was having his usual charity basketball game, but he’d partnered with Asif’s Summer Toy Drive, so it was all kinds of niggas out here. For the women on the prowl, it was similar to a buffet, no matter what kind of man you wanted. Cemone brought out the millionaire ball players, while Asif brought out the caked-up street niggas and millionaire CEOs.
The food, alcohol, ice cream, and other desserts were plentiful, so this big ass park was the place to be at the moment. Nipsey Hussle was the soundtrack for this hot ass afternoon as people busied themselves by either watching the basketball game, playing games, piling their plates, drinking, dancing, flirting, or trying all of the above.
“Baby girl, do you wanna help with serving the food or working on the toys?” Anastazia came up to me, hugging both Kailey and me.
“Toys, please. I don’t feel like arguing with these people who claim I’m stingy with the food,” I said, making her giggle as she wrote it down. “Okay, Leeci is gonna be there with you. What about you, Kailey?”
“I’ll do food, I guess.” She huffed. “And I won’t give extra food to the cute niggas,” she added before Stazi could tell her.
“Okay. Glad we’re in agreement.” She smiled, her long curly hair moving rapidly in the subtle breeze.
