Page 3 of Drill Session

She giggled, before urging me to come on with her head like she knew the direction to the beach house we’re staying at for the time being. “It’s this way, bae.” Gently pulling her arm I pulled her in the opposite direction and changed spots with her, so that she was on the sidewalk, and I was near the edge. Bowing out, the drive was fifteen minutes but with her in heels it’d be a thirty-five-minute walk, and I don’t feel like hearing her complain, so I called our driver.

“We could’ve stayed inside a little longer you know,” she stated. “Admit it and say you were jealous,” she inched closer and taunted me, grinning, looking goofy as fuck. Even with the heels adding to her height she was still shorter than me. My chin barely touched her forehead.

“The fuck do I have to be jealous of Princess, when I’m the one who sniffs the pussy she was after tonight?” I gave her a be-for-real look and glanced both ways down the street to see if I spotted our driver. He said he was a few minutes away and there couldn’t have been traffic around this time from what I saw. After calling him I noticed it was still early considering what most partygoers would think.

The goofy ass smile on Akira’s face was making me snicker. She was good and fucking tipsy, damn near stumbling in her heels now. “Admit that you were jealous, and I’ll leave you alone.”

Lightly chuckling I nodded my head and folded my arms across my chest. “Okay, yeah, a nigga was a little jealous and shit.”

“I knew it,” she grinned, teasing me. I shook my head as she rested hers against my chest. “I’m all yours, daddy, you don’t have anything to be jealous about. There wasn’t a soul in there tonight I had my eyes on the way I’m crazy about you,” she snickered, trying to butter me up.

Slightly tilting my head to the side, I wrapped my arms around her body then used one of my hands to cuff her ass. Giving it a hard squeeze, she yelped and mugged the shit out of me. “Mane, you were treading on thin ice giving niggas too much fucking attention than I liked. Just wait ‘till we get back to the beach house, I’m finna show the fuck out in that pussy, Akira,” I let her know.

Our driver pulled up, sensing my urgency. When Akira tried to reach for the door, I swatted her hands away and opened it for her so she could slide inside. Just as we were leaving, the club door opened and came waltzing out was Saira, accompanied by a nigga the same build and height as me, only he was a shade lighter. Noticing us, she winked at me before sashaying off. I shook my head and slid in the backseat next to her tipsy ass. The black leather seats provided coolness to my skin from the AC blowing. While the driver cruised through the streets, I glanced over at Akira who was leaned over resting her head on my lap.

“Bae,” I called out to her.

“Hmm?”

“Tell me some.”

Glancing out the window, I stroked my beard thinking of all the shit that could’ve gone down tonight had I let Saira take over. Only thing is I wanted to know if Akira really got down like that, or was she shying away from the truth, too timid to admit what she really liked. Not to my dismay, but if that was the case, I wouldn’t judge her if that’s what she thought. It’ll turn me the on seeing a bitch sucking on her flesh and licking her asshole in ways that I can, maybe even better than me, but I’ve never had any complaints in that department and there wasn’t a soul on earth that I dipped my dick in could attest to leaving the bedroom unsatisfied. However, most women like the fantasy of it all. It’s not something all women would care to admit though.

“Did that shit get your pussy wet back there?” I grumbled in a low tone. Catching eyes with the driver through the rearview mirror, I stared at him until he blinked and focused his attention back on the road.

Jolting her head up, she gawked at me and frowned, her pretty full lips covered in shimmery gloss and formed into a pout. “When?” She asked, seeming clueless.

“When?” I mocked. “When ‘ole girl from the bar was acting frisky with you, whispering in your ear and shit. Did your pussy get wet?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “A lot of things been going on tonight. The drinks had me feeling good, the vibes and the thought of role playing with you?—”

I cut her off, she was going off at the mouth, rambling and carrying on trying to dodge the bullet instead of biting it. “Unt unt, that ain’t what I asked you bae.”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes; her tone was laced in annoyance. Leaning back against the cold leather she tilted her head and stated, “Then what are you asking me, Martavious?”

“How many times do I have to fucking repeat myself, you heard what the fuck I said when I said it the first fucking time.”

Taking a deep breath, she muttered, “I don’t know why my body responded to her like that. It felt?—”

Darting her eyes at the stars on the roof, she gazed at me under her tawny brown lids and batted her mink lashes, like she was searching for the answer. One to give me that I’d approve of when in fact I wanted her to be honest about it. Lacing me in lies is a big fucking no no when it comes to her. Since we’ve started doing this, I never lied about anything.

“Talk to me bae,” I urged for the truth. “It’s just me, you, that pussy and this dick. You know when it comes to you, it’s a judgement free zone. Tell me how that shit made you feel.”

I shifted my body so that it was facing her and my eyes bounced all over her pretty ass face, anticipating the answer. When she bit down on her lip, my dick bricked up in my Amiri jeans. I know Akira’s body like the fucking alphabet. Anytime she’s feeling sad, she hunches her shoulders down and tilts her head slightly to the left. If she’s in pain whether from a backache or her period coming on, she curls up in a ball and rocks back and forth. Her body talked to me in more ways than when we were having sex, because that’s not all I wanted from her. She can go with whatever antidote that floats her boat, but I know what the fuck I know because I pay attention.

Settling her eyes on me now, she spoke. “My clit thumped through my pants, Drill. My body only responds that way when you touch me. I didn’t know what to feel. When she whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek, I felt this electrifying feeling jolt through me.”

Hearing her admit that shit was sexy as fuck, damn near erotic. Biting down on my lip, my eyes wavered over her sexy ass body, ready to devour her ass up right now, not giving a fuck that we were in the car and the driver kept stealing glances at us. Nestling closer to her, I placed my hand on her stomach and wrapped the other one around her waist pulling her closer.

“So, you’re not mad,” she questioned inquisitively. “I thought you’d be mad.”

Scrunching up my face in confusion, I threw my head back and chuckled. “Mad for fucking what, Princess?”

“You know how you are about me nigga, stop frontin’.”

Brushing my fingertips along her exposed arm, then I traveled them to her neck, down her back, then back up to her arm again. She was heated and I could feel it radiating off her body. The goosebumps on her skin made it apparent that she was nervous with no reason to be.

“Bae, I’m feelin’ the fuck out of you. You know that shit,” I scowled. “The only difference in being here is these folks can’t have you the way I have you. I’ll crash out ‘bout this sweet ass pussy. You need a reminder,” I raised my brow.

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