Page 68 of Crash: Love in Scrubs
She took me slowly, deep, eyes locked on mine the whole time. Her throat flexed around me, and I damn near saw stars. My hand slid into her curls, guiding her pace, but she alreadyknew what I liked, when to go slow, when to choke on my shit, when to suck like her life depended on it.
When she gagged, eyes watering just a little, my hips jerked on instinct, and my balls tightened like a warning shot.
I was about to embarrass myself.
“Fuck,” I gritted, head tipped back against the seat.
Her hand gripped the base, stroking with the same rhythm her mouth had just set. My whole body twitched like a live wire.
“C’mere,” I growled, grabbing her under her arms and dragging her up into my lap. Her lips were swollen, her breathing heavy, and her eyes dared me to finish what she started. I lifted her skirt and pushed her thong aside, dragging my fingers through her soaked center. “You smell so good, baby, and you looked even fucking better tonight.”
She sank down on me and we exhaled, foreheads pressed together, her walls welcoming me home.
“Thank you, baby.”
She started slowly, rolling her hips while I freed her breasts from her shirt. I kissed and sucked each nipple, taking my time, feeling every tremor run through her.
She leaned back, arching, letting me watch her body ride mine like a snake charmer, her eyes hypnotized me. I was in a daze, and I couldn’t look away.
“You know what I want,” she said through a breathy moan, her lip caught between her teeth.
She didn’t have to say anything else. I gripped her hips and thrust upward, hard and fast, hitting that deep spot she loved until her moans turned into a high-pitched cry. We had the G-wagon rocking. She clenched around me, her body shaking, soaking my lap as she collapsed onto my chest.
“Fuck, baby...”
I let her breathe, let her take the rhythm back, riding slow and sweet, head on my shoulder.
Then I said it.
“Come with me to meet my mama.”
She stilled and lifted her head until her eyes met mine, wide, searching. Then a soft smile spread across her lips.
“I’d love to.”
That was all I needed.
I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard, tongue, teeth, passion. My hand stayed wrapped around her throat, not choking, just holding her there, letting her know she was going anywhere…ever.
She rode me with everything she had, her pussy clenching around me trying to trap my soul. Her second orgasm hit, loud and shaking, and I wasn’t far behind.
“Grrr…fuck… fuck…Sametra,” I growled against her lips, body jerking as I came deep, muscles locking, vision going white around the edges. My grip tightened on her neck as I spilled into her, pulled from somewhere only she could pull from.
We sat there for a minute, tangled, sweaty, high on each other. She’d be having my seed soon.
“Get some rest before we hit the crib,” I murmured. “How many you got in you?”
She smirked. “Unlimited.”
“Yeah, aight,” I said, laughing. She giggled, and I watched her slide back to her seat like nothing happened. She pulled out the hand wipes she always carried, cleaned us both up like she hadn’t just fucked my head up even more, and leaned back in the seat like she was satisfied.
We rode in silence after that; I watched her sleep. The windows were down, music low, her fingers brushing mine every few minutes. And me, still wondering how the hell I got so lucky. And how the fuck was I going to eliminate Ashe to make sure he never got to fuck with her again? This peace between us had to remain. If untethered, I knew I’d be no good.
Saying I loved Malik was an understatement. This man was so special, so attentive, so loving, and genuine with me. He made me feel like I could conquer the world alone one day and be completely vulnerable the next. We fit together in ways I didn’t know where possible, not just physically, but emotionally, mentally. He challenged me, supported me, and loved me exactly as I was while encouraging me to become who I wanted to be.
Even the little moments had become magical with him. Like when we went to the Pinnacles game and ended up on the kiss cam, that video had gone viral, with people commenting about how in love we looked. My notifications had been blowing up for days with strangers saying we were “couple goals” and asking when the wedding was. It was overwhelming but also sweet, seeing our love through other people’s eyes. Malik had screenshots of some of the comments and sent them to me withlaughing emojis, especially the ones calling him “the luckiest man alive.”
The whole experience of being courtside, meeting Davinci, feeling like we belonged in those exclusive spaces, had shown me a glimpse of the life Malik wanted to build with me. A celebrated, spoiled, and loved-out-loud life.
