Baby, You're the Best (17 page)

CHAPTER 38

Alexis

 

 

 

L
B left his car in a “Visitors Only” space to escort me to my apartment.

“Thanks for a good first date,” I said. Giving him a hug, I placed my palms flatly to his shoulder blades, meshed my breasts to his chest, then softly scraped my fingernails against his T-shirt. Barely touching my lips to his ear, I whispered, “You remember how to get out of here?”

His dick responded first. Of course he knew how to exit but I knew he didn’t want to leave. He held me, tilted his hips toward mine enough to make sure I felt his hard, throbbing manhood. Why did guys think that was a turn-on for women? LB should try being more creative. I never removed my clothes without a purpose. Sex. Shower. Sleeping in the nude. Lounging around my place or James’s. Sex only mattered when I wanted it.

Letting him go, I was excited that Domino lived in the same complex. My pussy puckered for Domino, not LB. There had to be one person out there who could totally satisfy me. It wasn’t James or Chanel. And it sure in the hell wasn’t LB.

I tried to recall if I’d ever seen Domino in passing. Couldn’t say I had. Not many residents hung out. There were always empty lounge chairs poolside and on the rooftop patio. Most of my time was in transit to get a package from the office, mail from my box, or getting in and out of my car. I turned the key, opened my door.

LB said, “Up to the top floor, down to the first?”

“You got it,” I said, gripping the inside lever.

“Hey, mind if I use your restroom before I go?”

Letting LB in, I said, “First right. Next right.”

“Cool, thanks.”

I connected the Bluetooth to my surround sound speakers, synched it with Pandora One from my cell, and selected Pray for Me Radio. I’d avoided that station for months thinking it was gospel. I enjoyed listening to the choir at church but spiritual hymns at home weren’t my preferred. Pleasantly surprised to discover the countless classic slow jams I loved and lots of new panty-dropping songs on one station, this was my new favorite.

Imagining my tongue circling Domino’s head, the walls of my vagina tightened, causing me to have a small orgasm. Performing cunnilingus made me cum. Doing fellatio made me climax real hard at times. Penetration was wonderful but not required for me to get off.

Damn, Alexis.
I shook my head, wondering if I fantasized about sex more than most men. Would I ever be monogamous?

LB came out of the bathroom grooving. He had a nice flow to R. Kelly’s “Marry the Pussy.” He started singing all the words, real seductive. I watched him get down on both knees, crawl toward me, then he sang to my pussy.

She didn’t twerk for LB the way she’d done when I put her in front of Domino. LB wasn’t half bad and I was horny as hell. Thinking about Domino had made me hot. I decided to go ahead and give LB what he wanted.

I smiled, backed up. Dropping my romper to the floor, I pulled my thong aside. “Get your ass over here and taste this sweet pussy?”

He crawled toward me on all fours. I backed up. Played with my clit. Moaned. He came closer. Opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue. I squatted on the tip three times, released my thong, then pointed to my liquor. “Make us a drink. Surprise me.”

Standing, he offered to make what we had earlier. I sat on my white leather sofa. Watched him maneuver his way around my bar. Chanel texted,
You still coming to the club tonight?

I should but wasn’t sure. My clothes were in the middle of the floor. Wasn’t putting them or any others on right now. How long I remained naked depended on how good LB was in bed.
Be there at 1 or 2.

LB handed me a much needed drink then sat beside me. Deciding not to respond to Chanel, I put my cell on the coffee table. Hell, my rent would be past due in a few days. Chanel was my bird in the hand. I texted her,
See you shortly baby

I told LB, “Why don’t you go upstairs, take a shower, select three toys from the chest at the foot of my bed, and get comfortable. I’ll be up shortly.” I could tell it wouldn’t take him long to cum but I’d show him a few things I was certain he hadn’t had done to him before.

Closing my eyes, I listened to Anthony Hamilton’s “Broken Man.” He made me think about James. Hadn’t heard from him since my last text. I related to the lyrics of the song asking,
Will I ever love again?
I wondered how James felt about me. I’d toyed with his heart because he’d let me. I didn’t have James on a full-time basis. So what? I sure as hell wasn’t letting him go.

I wasn’t jealous of Cleopatra. Whatever my mother told Domino regarding my engagement to James wouldn’t change Domino’s craving to stroke this pussy. Men were like that. Once their dick got hard there was only one way to satisfy the lust. Head-on!

I opened my eyes. Stared at all the paintings, statues, and furniture James had bought me. The white leather sectional. The white mink rug that Chanel and I had sex on last night. I picked up my cell, unblocked James’s contact, then texted,
Let’s go to Miami next weekend

Three dots scrolled, disappeared. Scrolled again. Vanished. Then I saw his response,
Can’t. Taking LA to New York

Oh. Getting bold, are we? Whateva. I texted,
Lunch tomorrow?

Texted him back,
CU2mrw. Brio. 3p.
He’d be there.

A message from Chanel popped up.
You on your way?

I tossed my cell on the couch, then headed upstairs.

LB was on his back naked. He’d blindfolded himself. His frame was nice. Pubic hairs neatly trimmed. I scanned his selection.

“Nice,” I said. “Turn over so I can give you a massage.”

Heating the paraffin wax on high, I removed my thong, slid it under his nose, then tossed it onto the bed. I stepped into the shower, washed every part of me twice. Lathered up my pointing finger then twirled it inside my asshole several times. Inserting my crystal wand into my vagina, I stimulated my G-spot while cleaning myself thoroughly.

When I entered my bedroom, LB was in the same position. Couldn’t say he wasn’t a patient man. Slowly, I trickled almond oil all over him. Rubbing his legs, back, arms, and ass, I spread his butt cheeks and sniffed his asshole.

“Damn, that shit feels good,” he said.

“Just wait,” I said, tying a silk scarf around his wrist. I did the same with his other wrist and his ankles, then tied each scarf real tight to a post on my bed.

As I knotted the last one, he said, “Whoa, wait a minute. What are you getting ready to do?”

“Nothing you don’t want me to. You want me to stop?”

“Nah. Nah, I want to see where this is going.”

“I didn’t blindfold you.”

“I know. You don’t have to take it off. At least turn me over.”

I whispered in his ear, “This’ll all be over soon. Relax.” He mumbled something. At this point it didn’t matter. I massaged lots of almond oil until he was greased from head to toe, then I straddled him. My ass sat on the back of his head. As I faced his feet, I slid my pussy up and down his neck.

“Oh, shit,” he said. “That’s a first.”

I stopped, picked up my thong, aggressively stuffed it in his mouth, then resumed gliding my titties against his back. I made certain he felt my nipples. Cupping my mouth to his asshole, I teased it, licked it, put my thumb in, then pulled it out.

Instantly, LB tightened his rectum. I gently dug my fingernails into the flesh of his ass. “It’s okay. Just consider that your first unofficial prostate exam.”

He moaned into the mattress as I poked him a few more times. A thumb in the behind was harmless. Grinding and wiggling my pussy down the center of his back, when I reached his ass, I rode his left cheek with my clit as though I was sexing his dick. The transition should help take his mind off of what I’d previously done.

“When I untie you, do you want me to fuck you like this, LB?” Pausing a few seconds to let him worry about what I was going to do next, I touched his asshole. I started thrusting my pussy hard, then said, “Or like this?” Massaging him real slow with my labia, I moaned real loud.

With my thong blocking his tongue, he could only grunt sounds. “Nod if you’re okay,” I said. Not looking for an answer, I didn’t glance over my shoulder.

I got up, covered his ass with a thin layer of saran wrap, wedged the plastic between his cheeks. LB started jerking. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t getting up until I let him. I dropped a three-inch butt plug and a hand towel into a crockpot of nearly hot water.

Scooping the hot paraffin wax with a porcelain ladle, I spread his cheeks, then drizzled the hot wax along the crack of his ass and over his balls. He squirmed for a few seconds.

“You’ll enjoy this more if you stop fighting the feeling.” I lined his spine up to his neck with wax too. “You know you like it.”

I put on my rubber gloves, turned off the crockpot, wrung the hot towel, flapped it open, then eased it onto his back. He flinched. After removing the saran wrap and wax from the crack of his ass, I tossed everything in the trash. Wet a hand towel and proceeded to cleanse his butt.

Spreading his cheeks, I licked his ass a few times while sliding my hand along his body to oil my fingers. Slowly, I twirled one notch then two of my fingers in and out of his rectum. He fought the feeling but what was he going to do. He’d never break free from silk scarves. Not in his position. I retrieved the warm butt plug, slowly eased it into his ass, then left it there.

Pulling his dick between his thighs, I sucked it until he came, which didn’t take long. A few minutes later, LB was snoring. Rubbing his balls, I removed the plug, wiped his ass, then I removed the towel and wax from his back.

I showered, dressed, then headed to the club to see my gurl.

CHAPTER 39

Spencer

 

 

 

A
lexis showed up at Blake’s with LB. I could not believe she had on a short dress for church. At least it wasn’t a halter. This one was lace, white, cropped sleeves. It wasn’t see-through. Thankfully it covered her ass. Barely.

Her kind was normal for the ATL but I was . . . looking away I shook my head. My dick was too attracted to all of that.

“Morning, Spencer,” Alexis said, then called out, “You ready, Mama?” She glanced at me, headed toward the kitchen. “I’m still thirsty, LB. You want anything to drink?”

I didn’t understand why my boy looked at me then shook his head. Alexis couldn’t see him. The grin on his face and the shine in his eyes made me ask, “What the hell did ole girl do to your ass?”

LB closed his eyes, exhaled, drooped his shoulders, then rattled his head. He looked at me. “I’m in love, man.”

I whispered, “Get the fuck out of here. After one date?”

“I’d tell you all about it but she made me promise not to tell you.”

“Me?” Knowing LB there was probably some shit he didn’t want to tell a bruh like me having seen how I get down.

“Spencer,” Blake called from the downstairs bedroom.

“Coming, Fabulous!”

Alexis peeped her head from the kitchen. “Spencer, come here for a second. Won’t take long.”

Maybe it was the cherry lipstick, her perfume that lingered, or the way she’d said my name. Foolishly, I went into the kitchen.

Alexis squatted, pulled out my dick, sucked it into her mouth three times. Three more times. The third of the third, I couldn’t believe I came so fucking hard I almost screamed like a bitch. She swallowed, tucked my dick back in, wiped her mouth with a paper towel. She left the glass of orange juice on the counter.

“You drink it,” she said, walking out.

I looked down toward my dick. “Nigga, what the fuck just happened?”

She was a real head master. There was no lipstick marks on my navy slacks or T-shirt. I circled the island twice, downed the juice. Let out a quiet, “Whooooo!”

I heard Fabulous ask, “Where’s Spencer?”

LB answered, “In the kitchen.”

Composing myself, I returned to the living room.

Alexis said, “Mama, you guys can ride with us,” as though she wasn’t asking.

The hell with that!
I strolled into the living room. Blake looked incredible. She wore a coral fitted dress down to her knees. Pink heels. The colors were great on her.

Fabulous asked me, “You mind?”

“What?”

“Riding with Alexis?” she said.

Didn’t want Fabulous and me to be on their schedule. Definitely didn’t want to take a back seat to LB with his LED glowing ass.

“I’ll drive. My car,” I insisted. Picking up my car and house keys, I checked to make sure I wasn’t missing one. The way Alexis sucked my dick a bruh could end up falling for her and not realize it until he was in too deep.

“I want to take you to brunch at the Ritz after church.” I’d just made that up but it was a fantastic idea and the chances of Charlotte being there were slim.

Alexis could come back here after the service but my black ass would not be here. I did not trust my dick around her. Hopefully they wouldn’t want to join us. I locked Fabulous’s front door with the key she’d insisted I have.

LB opened his car door for Alexis, waited until she got in, then headed to the passenger side. Since when did he start opening doors for females?

“It’s a beautiful day. Let’s take my Benz.” Fabulous reached into her purse.

“No.” I opened the passenger door of my Range Rover, waited for her to get in. “You can give me directions to the church,” I said, leaving the driveway.

“Or, you can follow me, Alexis,” she said. “Is there something wrong, Spencer?”

“Nah” was all I’d said. My dick wanted to shout, “Hell, yeah!”

Fabulous must have sensed something wasn’t right. She said, “I think LB and Alexis could make a good couple but he won’t last. That girl doesn’t like anybody. Man or woman.”

“Or what?”

Fabulous instructed, “Turn right at the stop sign,” then said, “My beautiful daughter is bisexual.”

Lots of girls got down like that in the ATL but Alexis didn’t seem the type. Oh, snap. That’s why LB was all lit up. Lucky motherfucker. They probably had a threesome. On the first date? I was jealous. But if he knew what went down in the kitchen, he’d be pissed.

“She has a gorgeous stripper girlfriend, Chanel, who adores her. A man who worships her but she won’t commit to him. She doesn’t even wear the engagement ring he gave her a few days ago. What do you think she’s in search of?”

Me, if I was lucky.
If I’d said that aloud, it would be true and I’d get slapped upside my head. Alexis needed a real man to challenge her.

“She seems to have a male mentality,” I said. “For some people it’s all about the chase.” That was understandable for dudes. I wanted to say,
For us,
but en route to church was not the time to spark our first argument.

“Maybe I don’t have enough chase in me. What do you think?” Fabulous asked.

“Oh, you’ve got it. Where do you think Alexis gets it? You ever see dogs play when one provokes the other then runs away? That sparks the chase. And when the chaser loses interest, he’s provoked again. Chases again. Men are supposed to pursue you but they need a reason.”

Fabulous didn’t have the right approach. She was nice but she wasn’t exciting. I parked in the church’s lot next to Alexis’s door. LB scurried to let her out. I’d just noticed my boy had on the same jeans and T-shirt from yesterday.

Looking into Fabulous’s eyes, I lied trying to boost her self-esteem, “You’ve got the right amount of everything.”

This woman could be the best thing that’s happened to me. If I could change one thing, it would be her overly generous spirit. I was offered the keys to her cars anytime I wanted. She freely handed me money to go get us food. I’d been by her side for one week and she trusted me with almost everything she owned. I’d planned on leaving her house and her house keys this evening.

Alexis stood in front of my car with her back to us. I swear that was a woman who knew how to bring out the dog in me.