The Score (5 page)
Authors: Kiki Swinson
Matt moved his mouth from mine and trailed his tongue down my neck. I let out a windstorm of breath and squeezed my eyes shut. I loved when Matt made love to me. Sometimes he liked to rough-fuck me, but that night, he was seemingly taking his time with every inch of me. After a lot of hot and heavy petting, I was ready to feel Matt inside of me.
He pushed me back onto our bed and had me out of my pants in a quick flash. My legs trembled just thinking about Matt's long, thick tool entering my deep, moist center.
“Give it to me, please,” I panted.
“You don't ever have to beg for this dick,” he whispered as he climbed onto the bed. A single tear drained out of the side of each of my eyes when he said that. I was so in love with Matthew Connors that I truly felt dizzy. I thought he was all that I needed in life, not even food and water could sustain me like being with Matt did at that time.
Matt guided himself into me. “Ohh,” I cooed. I arched my back and tilted my pelvis so I could feel all of his thickness fill me up. Matt reared up and slammed into me with the force of a wrecking ball.
“Ahh,” I winced. “Yes.”
His stroke hurt so good. Matt grinded his hips until his dick was so deep inside of me it felt like we were one.
I tried to match his motion but he was too much for me. I whimperedâa mixture of ecstasy and agony.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Never stop.”
Matt abruptly pulled himself out of me causing my eyes to pop open to find out why. Before I could react or ask, Matt roughly flipped me onto my stomach. I let out a lusty, throaty giggle. It was nervousness that caused it.
“Ahh,” I breathed when I felt his tongue against my sizzling-hot skin. Matt was licking from the base of my neck straight down my spine. When he got to my plump, round ass he placed each of his hands on each of my ass cheeks. He gently parted them. The anticipation was killing me. I curled my toes. Then he did it. Matt buried his tongue in the center of my ass crack and began licking like a hungry dog.
“Oh shit!” I gasped. My vaginal walls were pulsing with the first climax. I screamed out Matt's name.
Matt chuckled. “You like that shit, huh?” he whispered. He went back to running his tongue up and down my crack roughly. I clutched the sheets with both hands and let out a series of ohhhs and ahhs. Matt tossed my salad like it was going to be his last meal. My body actually felt like it was floating. Every nerve ending tingled.
“Get up on your knees a little bit,” Matt urged.
My legs were trembling so bad I didn't think I could do it.
“I can't. You got me too weak,” I huffed. Matt gave me a firm push to help me up onto my knees.
“Owww!” I hollered as Matt slammed his thick dick into my soaking wet center from the back. Instinctively my body inched forward but Matt grabbed me back toward him.
“Don't try to run now. You wanted this dick, now take it,” he rasped. He slapped my left ass cheek roughly. I squealed in response and tried to run away from him again.
“Oh God!” I blurted out.
“Nah, you fuckin' playin'. Don't call God now, call out your daddy's name! What's my fuckin' name?” Matt growled.
“Matt,” I said, barely audible.
“What? I can't fuckin' hear you!” he barked. He leaned down and while his dick was still buried deep inside of me he lifted me up and fucked me from behind like we were two dogs in heat.
“Uh, ah, uh, Maaattt!” I belted out as I reached the most earth-shattering climax I'd ever had. Within seconds Matt was growling from his climax.
We both collapsed on the bedâme on my back and Matt on his stomach. I rolled onto my side and rubbed his back gently. I was saying a little silent prayer that my pussy would've been enough to keep him in the house with me.
“Just promise me shit is solid with us,” I whispered.
“You know I don't make promises, but I will tell you that you my wifey and I love your ass,” Matt affirmed. I closed my eyes and smiled. That was what I wanted to hear.
Not even an hour after that beautiful lovemaking session, Matt was in and out of the shower and back into his going-out clothes. My heart was crushed. My prayers had fallen on deaf ears.
I sat on the side of the bed pouting until Matt left. Once he was gone I jumped up and grabbed my cell phone. “Yeah, girl. He's gone. You ready? I can be ready in thirty minutes.” I called my girl Daysha and she was at my house in no time to get me.
“Damn, chick, you trying to creep up on Matt or you trying to snag another nigga?” Daysha gushed as she gave me the once-over. “Bitch, you look fucking hot to death in that outfit. I would've thought you was going to New York Fashion Week in all of that haute couture shit you rocking.”
Daysha was the one chick from my old neighborhood who never turned her back on me or threw me any shade. She and I had been down for years.
“You like it?” I asked, trying to act all modest like I didn't know I was the shit in my deep purple form-fitting Gucci dress and a pair of purple-and-black pointy-toe python Gucci stilettos. I had pulled my long, dark hair back into a classy chignon and adorned it with a beautiful mother-of-pearl Louis Vuitton hair clip.
One thing about me, Lauren Kelly, I was a bad bitch and I knew it. I was a slim five feet six inches tall. I had long, slender yet muscular legs, a tight ass that sat up like a donkey booty, and more than a handful of perky C-cup titties. My only complaint about myself was my high yellow complexion. Against my dark hair sometimes my very fair skin made me look too light, even ghostly. Growing up, my cousins always teased me calling me Albino and White Girl so I developed a complex about my skin color. Rumors were always circulating in my family that I was a white trick's baby. I mean you could tell I was a black girl because of my beautiful mixed featuresâfull lips, high cheekbones, pointed nose, thick luscious hair, and round light brown eyesâbut if it was just up to my skin color I could easily pass for white.
“Do I like it? Bitch, I love that Gucci runway dress and those stilettos are the shit,” Daysha carried on excitedly. I laughed. I loved to get compliments. Daysha was funny as hell too. She didn't look so shabby herself in a sea-green Donna Karan one-piece flare-leg jumpsuit, a pair of multicolor Brian Atwood sandals, and her green Chanel mini. Daysha kept a hustle so her banging outfit didn't surprise me.
“Okay, now when we get in the club I want to hide out for a little bit before Matt sees me. I just want to see what is going down before I let him know I'm there. Plus, I don't want him to spot me and try to send his people to make my ass leave. You know how possessive and crazy he can be sometimes,” I told Daysha. “He is not going to be happy to see me, but oh well. I guess you can just say that I am hard-headed.” I laughed. I was playing it off in front of my friend, but that ill feeling in my gut was still lingering. My sixth sense was definitely on high alert that night.
“Bet! I'm with that,” Daysha chimed, clapping her hands like she always did to emphasize her points. “Let's go bust up a nigga's party,” she cheered.
Daysha and I cracked up as we grabbed our pocketbooks and headed for the door.
I had to pay three different corner boys to finally give up the goods about what club Matt and his crew were hanging at for the night. Niggas was being tight-lipped until I pulled out those stacks that I had taken out of Matt's safe. Once we found out, Daysha drove her car over to Club Domino. It was in a seedy part of town but I didn't care. I had a point to prove.
The inside of Club Domino was lit. It was tightly packed with people from all over Virginia Beach and from the sounds of it the DJ was one of the best in the business. The clubs in the worst neighborhoods were always the best ones.
“Damn, everybody and they mama up in here tonight,” Daysha screamed over the music. “Shit, I better find a man while I'm up in this piece looking all fine.” I laughed at her. Daysha was constantly on the hunt for a man but she was so wild she never kept one for long.
Daysha and I could hardly navigate through the sea of bodies so we held on to each other to make sure we didn't get separated.
“You ain't never gonna find that nigga Matt up in this crowd,” Daysha yelled into my ear over the music.
“All we gotta do is find the VIP. You know how he rolls . . . always showing the fuck off. I'm sure he's posted up in the VIP section somewhere with mad niggas and mad expensive bottles. You know, Matt-style,” I yelled back into her ear.
“True! True! Well, we have to find out exactly where it's at,” she yelled back. “For now, let's head to the bar and see what simple nigga we can get to trick on our drinks,” she said. I just laughed. I loved her ass.
Daysha and I headed straight to the bar and ordered our own drinks. I ordered a cosmo and Daysha ordered a Hpnotiq. The simple niggas were swirling around us in no time. It felt real good to be out and it felt even better to know that I could still get attention like that. I didn't realize it until then that I had been cooped up in the house playing wife and living a boring-ass life. Niggas in the club were loving us and of course Daysha was soaking it all up. She had already gotten us another round of drinks for free.
I turned from the bar and looked out into the crowd. Of course I wasn't going to find Matt in that sea of people. But I did peep that there were some real pretty chicks up in the club. Instead of enjoying myself and the attention I was getting, I was preoccupied with taking mental notes on how many of the gorgeous chicks Matt might be attracted to. I immediately started feeling insecure. My gut feeling was back and it was making me feel sick.
“Yo! I just spotted the fucking VIP ropes,” Daysha said, excitedly elbowing me in the ribs. She tilted her head and nodded toward the far left of the club. As people swayed to the music and opened up tiny gaps I got a quick glimpse of those famous velvet ropes that everybody knows separates VIPs from the general clubgoers.
“C'mon. Let's go bust up that nigga's party,” Daysha said, starting to move. I grabbed the back of her jumpsuit and pulled her back, almost making her fall flat on her ass.
“Yo! What are you doing? Ain't this what you came here for?” Daysha screamed at me with her face folded into a frown.
“Let's give it a few minutes,” I said nervously. “I have to make sure I'm ready for whatever. Matt might act stupid. I have to be prepared.”
My nerves were all of a sudden frazzled. I couldn't tell if I really wanted to know what Matt was doing or not. I started second-guessing myself and feeling guilty, like what if Matt was right about keeping me out of harm's way.
“Lauren, I ain't come out here to play stupid games. We came to party and getting in VIP with Matt and them is where I wanna be,” Daysha snapped, tapping her foot. I knew that meant it would only be a few more minutes before her ass got real impatient with me and stormed over to the VIP section alone. Daysha was one of those bold chicks who didn't give a fuck.
“Okay. Okay. Let me just get one more drink in my system. I might need my liquid courage,” I said.
I downed my drink and ordered one more.
“Oh hell no! What you ordering more drinks for? Are you here to creep on Matt or not? Shit, you acting mad scary,” Daysha complained.
“Let me finish this drink and then we will go,” I placated.
“Don't be acting scared. This is why this nigga thinks he can keep your ass under lock and key . . . you always acting like you scared to roll up on his ass,” Daysha said tauntingly.
“I ain't never scared,” I snapped back. I guess her words had put the battery in my back. I slammed the empty glass on the bar, threw three twenty-dollar bills up on the bar, and headed in the direction of the VIP section.
I am not sure why my legs were shaking and my heart thumping, but they were. A cold feeling shot down my spine like something bad was about to happen to me. Even with the dance floor packed with people I felt like I was all alone walking into impending doom.
Daysha got to the velvet ropes first. The thick, purple velvet ropes were all that separated the VIP section from the rest of the club. A thinly veiled material hung at either side of the entrance, too, but those paper-thin sheers did not obscure my vision of all of the people behind them.
There was a tall man dressed in a suit standing guard in front of the VIP entrance and he used his body to block our entrance when Daysha approached.
“Only specially invited guests in this area,” the man growled.
“We are specially invited guests. This is Matt's wife,” Daysha said sassily, pointing to me like the man should've known that. I was stuck on stupid, unable to even move. I had already peeped what I needed to see. I put my hand against my chest because I felt like I was having a heart attack. My chest literally felt tight like my heart was about to stop.
“What proof does she have?” I heard the man ask Daysha.
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