Page 2 of Rags to Vegas
“Open your eyes and look at me,” Malone commanded gently.
Doing as he requested my lids separated, and as soon as our eyes locked, my peach began to spasm uncontrollably on his dick. My mouth gaped open, but no words came out. The increased moisture and added tightness caused him to release a low groan.
“Malone,” I dug my nails into his back as my body trembled.
Kissing my chin, Malone pulled out of me and flipped me over. Understanding the assignment, I wasted no time getting on my knees. As I bit my bottom lip, I put the perfect arch in my back. Taking Malone’s D in the doggystyle position was a different game, and after a few strokes, I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my cries of pleasure. He was deep, and I wasn’t so sure sober me would have been able to handle him so well. Grabbing a fistful of the sheets, I clenched them as I twerked subtly making my ass cheeks dance to the rhythm of his strokes.
“Just like that.” Malone’s raspy voice made me moan. “Take this fuckin’ dick just like that,” he panted.
He removed one hand from the tight grip he had on my waist and used it to smack my left cheek. Malone hit me so hard that it stung, causing my moans to become louder and deeper. A second smack to the opposite cheek, made me shriek embarrassingly loud, as I came for a second time. Essence ran down my thighs as my walls choked Malone’s penis. By the time he slid out of me, my body was limp. We were far from done, however. Malone flipped me onto my back, stood up, and pulled me to the edge of the bed. With my legs hanging over the crooks of his arms, he slid back into me with his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. It was going to be a long night.
Three days later, my kitty was still sore from the six or so hours I spent with Malone. He came twice, but I lost count of how many orgasms I experienced that night. I would have loved to have sex with Malone a third time, but when I woke up the next morning feeling an intense urge to throw up, I realized just how drunk I’d gotten. I’d never been loose, so having a one-night stand with a stranger wasn’t like me at all. When I heard the shower runningand realized he was in the bathroom, I got dressed as fast as I could without vomiting and rushed out of the room. I was embarrassed by my actions and prayed that I’d never run into him again despite me having the best sex of my life.
I was at the home Rachelle shared with her husband. He threw some burgers, chicken, steaks, and hot dogs on the grill while Rachelle and I completed the sides. The three of us were originally from North Carolina. Rachelle and her husband, Hakeem went to college together and after graduation, he moved to Las Vegas for a job with PlayStation. They reconnected, started dating, and she eventually moved to be with him. None of us had family in Las Vegas, so we were like three peas in a pod, even though sometimes, I felt like a third wheel. Hakeem was very nice, however, and I loved spending time with them. I just made the effort not to intrude too much.
When the food was ready, we all sat down in the living room to eat, and Hakeem turned the television to a sports channel. Highlights from a previous game were playing, and I almost choked when I saw a familiar face. I had to be tripping. I had to be. That was my only thought until I felt Rachelle’s gaze on me. When I looked over at her, and her eyes were wide as saucers, I knew I wasn’t tripping. There were two photos on the screen. The guy on the left, was a rookie that was being compared to a retired NBA player when he was in his prime. That retired player that he was being compared to was Malone. Or Crenshaw Malone rather. The man I had a one-night stand with used to be in the NBA. Go fuckin’ figure.
CHAPTER 2
CRENSHAW MALONE
I smiledat my twin nieces as they sang some Disney song using the karaoke machine that I’d gotten them for Christmas. When they were done, I clapped and even threw in a whistle. My brother, Bryan, entered the room with two drinks in hand.
“Okay, you know there are no kids allowed in the man cave, but I made an exception. It’s bedtime. Give me a kiss and scram.”
“Ah man,” Nori sighed while Naraya stuck her bottom lip out in a serious pout.
I extended my arms, and they walked into them. “Goodnight. Sleep tight.” I gave each one a forehead kiss, and they repeated the action with their father. Once they were gone, he handed me a drink. As soon as he parted his lips, I shook my head.
“I don’t need to hear it. You’ve been asking me the same questions and giving me the same speeches for almost a year now. I’ll get married and have kids when the time is right. I’m not even in a relationship. What am I rushing for?”
“Because we aren’t getting any younger. The twins are already five, and Alisa is pregnant again. Due in seven months. At this rate, we’ll never have kids close in age. You and I are only a year apart. I want our kids to be close in age.”
That got a chuckle out of me. “Bro, I love you, and that would be dope if it occurred naturally. But I’m not going to run out and find someone to impregnate because you keep Alisa knocked up.”
“We’ve been together for eight years, and this is only her second pregnancy. The first time, we just got a two for one deal. You’ll be thirty in one month. Time is ticking my boy.”
I shook my head and sipped my drink. “You trying to hit the club Thursday night? I have one more night in me before my thirty-day detox.” I chose to ignore my brother’s comment about my age because I wasn’t on anyone’s timeline except my own.
Bryan walked over to the entertainment center in his man cave and pulled a joint from his stash. “Why the thirty-day detox?”
My shoulders hiked into a light shrug. “Just feel like it’s time. One thing about the NBA is it taught me discipline. I didn’t drink too much, hang out, or indulge in other things, during the season because I was focused on being my best. Since I no longer play, I feel like I have these long stretches of smoking, drinking, and clubbing. I just want to get back in the gym. Treat my body a little better.”
“I’m proud of you, king,” Bryan bobbed his head while flicking the lighter he’d pulled from his pocket. “If you had a woman, you wouldn’t spend so much time clubbing.”
“I promise I’m about to stop visiting you. In fact, I’ll only come see the girls when you aren’t here. I don’t need the lectures. If a fast-food server gets my order wrong, you’ll tell me that if I had a woman, I’d stop eating out so much.”
“I mean…” Bryan’s voice trailed off, and I kissed my teeth.
After tossing back the remainder of my drink, I cleared my throat to ease the slight burn from the alcohol. “Pass the joint, so I can hit it a few times and leave. I’m done with you for the night.”
Bryan chuckled and pulled from the joint. When he spoke, his voice was strained due to the marijuana smoke he was holding hostage in his lungs. “I’ll go out with you though. I just have to start buttering Alisa up tonight.”
With a chortle, I shook my head. “That’s the real reason you want me to be tied down. You don’t have any freedom, and you don’t want me to have any either. Imagine me having to ask permission to hang out with my people.”
Bryan released the smoke, took another toke, and passed the joint to me. “It’s more so about respect. I don’t really have to ask permission, but we’re a team. I can’t just move how I want to move.”
After pulling from the joint a few times, I passed it back to him and stood up. “Yeah, I’m good on that, G but you have fun with it. I’m about to head to the house.”
