“Jae, baby. You wanna go and have dinner before the show?”
I was lounging across the bed in our suite at the Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino in Las Vegas. Quincy and I had spent most of the day shopping and walking along the strip. With the heat beaming down on me, I made it back to the hotel two shades darker and dead on my feet. We took a shower, made love and I fell asleep. Q slapped me playfully across my ass.
“Janelle, you hear me talking to you?”
I moaned and rolled my naked body over to my side. I hated to be disturbed when I’m sleep. “Yeah yeah just give me a second to get up.”
Leaning in close, Q pressed his lips to my cheek. “No rush. As good as you’re looking I’d rather get some more of that.”
I was smirking too hard to object to him rolling me onto my back. I opened my eyes and stared up at him. Q was so fine with his cocoa-brown skin. He had a beautiful chest from hours of pumping weights in the gym and his salt and pepper beard was definitely on point. He buried his face between my breasts. I was lying there moaning while Q sucked at my nipples like a hungry man. Reaching down between us I stroked on his penis though there was no need. He was already brick hard.
“Mmmm babe,” he moaned. “That’s it. Play with your dick.”
Mine? I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling and told myself to focus on how good he made my breasts feel. Q had skills and knew exactly how much pressure to apply to my nipples before releasing and suckling on the other. Just the way I liked it. Then he replaced his lips with his talented hands, taking my nipples between his fingers and caressing them to the point of pure torture. I was moaning and wetness slid between my legs. He always had this way of getting me so aroused, I was ready to lose my mind.
“Please,” I moaned, spreading my legs. “Fuck the foreplay, I need to feel that dick inside me.”
He wasted no time positioning himself and in one push he was buried deep. He started stroking long and I had to force myself not to groan. All that teasing and for what? Disappointment. His skinny ass dick wasn’t hitting nothing. And it was a shame because Q was truly putting his back into it.
“Huh? Did you say something?”
Whatever. “No.”
“Does it feel good to you?”
The way he was moaning there was no doubt how good it felt to him. “Ooh yeah! That feels good.” Actually, I was thinking about what I was going to wear to the Michael Jackson show tonight. Ever since I heard they were putting together a cirque du soleil of all the King of Pop’s number one hits, I knew I had to see it, and Q was the sponsor to make that shit happen. Speaking of Q… he was pumping away like a lunatic while I moaned on cue and rocked my hips. I really care about this dude, but there was no way in hell I could spend the rest of my life with his little curved dick. And it was a damn shame because he really did look good on my arm.
“Roll over.”
Smiling, I did as he said. Doggy-style meant it was my turn and I was about to feel more than my pussy being tickled. I rolled onto my back then folded a pillow in half and slipped it under my stomach like the wedge I kept in my bedroom closet, and lifted my ass up high off the bed. Q grabbed onto my hips and pushed inside.
“Awww!” I cried the second I felt him moving. There was something about a man with a crooked dick pounding me from behind. If it was angled just right, it hit your g-spot each and every time, no matter how skinny his thing was. “Yesss.”
“Did you say something?”
“Oooh! I said that dick feels good.” If it could feel like this all the time, maybe I might have considered marrying him.
I rocked my hips back, pounding my wide ass against his stomach. I loved that sound and the feel of his dick scratching my itch. “Oh… Q… just like that!”
He was pumping so hard it only took a matter of minutes before I was crying out his name and collapsing on the bed. “I missed you,” Q managed between kisses to my back.
“Me too,” I whispered. And really I did. Spending time with Q was fun because when we were together, it was all about me. I know that may sound selfish but it was his choice, not mine. But we truly had fun together.
I heard my ringtone, Beyoncé’s Drunk in Love and I knew it was Kaleb. He’d been on my ass all afternoon. I don’t understand why he was sweating me. He knew I was in Las Vegas with Q.
Once Q had fallen asleep, I slipped out from beneath him, grabbed my cellphone from my purse and disappeared into the bathroom. As soon as the door was locked, I looked down at all the missed phone calls and then there were the text messages.
Answer the phone!
Please, answer the damn phone!
Seriously? I was a little turned off but then I thought maybe something might have happened and he needed to speak to me. I turned on the faucet so the water was running and Q couldn’t hear me through the wall then dialed Kaleb’s number. He answered on the first ring.
“Why aren’t you answering the damn phone?”
I had to take the phone away from my ear and look around to see if there was someone else in the bathroom he was talking to. Unfortunately the only one in here was me. Now I had a slight attitude. “I told you I’m with Q.”
“I thought you were ending it?” He had the nerve to sound like he was my damn daddy. Last I checked that crazy mothafucka was dead.
“Kaleb, I’m gonna end it, but on my terms.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I don’t need you micromanaging my actions. I got this! We’re here until tomorrow, so I’m not breaking his heart until the end of the weekend.”
“Jae—”
“Uh-uh! I’m not doing that to him! Q hasn’t done anything to me. I’m the one ending it with him.”
There was a long pause. “Do you wanna be with me?”
“Of course I do,” I whispered into the phone.
“Then tell me! Tell me you want to be with big daddy!”
Goodness, he sounded crazed and yet my nipples beaded. What was it about this controlling man that turned me on? “I wanna be with you, big daddy.”
He chuckled. “That’s more like it.”
I heard the television click on which meant Q was up from his nap. “Look, I gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Wait!” he yelled before I could end the call. “Answer one question.”
“Yes?”
“Are you fucking him?” he demanded.
No he didn’t just ask me that. “Excuse me?” I needed him to repeat that.
“You heard me. Are you fucking him?” Kaleb was practically screaming so I had to take the phone from my ear. “Janelle, answer the damn question!”
Anyone else I would have cussed out but Kaleb had something I craved. What that was I wasn’t quite sure. All I know is I liked it. “No boo, I’m not fucking him. I’m on my period.”
He was quiet like he was thinking about my answer, before he finally said. “Good, because you need to bring that pussy back home to me.”
“Of course I will,” I cooed in the phone. “As soon as my period is over, it’s on.” I giggled a little so he’d know I was truly feeling him. It’s crazy, but I felt this high that was better than any rush I had gotten from smoking weed.
We talked a few more minutes before Kaleb said, “What time you landing tomorrow?”
“Seven.”
“I’ll be at the airport waiting.” He hung up and I took a deep breath. Kaleb was really getting possessive. I know this sounds crazy, but my heart was pounding so hard because I had never had a man who felt so strongly about me and was that determined to make me his own. Of course being rich was an incentive as well.
I heard Q calling me from the other room. “Baby, what’s taking so long?”
“Here I come!” I flushed the toilet and then turned off the water. As unpredictable as Kaleb is, it would probably be a good idea to leave my phone off until I left for the airport tomorrow.