Page 79 of The Plus One

I pinched my nipples as his tongue made its first contact with my clit. My back arched as he teased, nibbled, and licked at my clit. It felt so good my legs begin to shake. “Oh shit. Don’t stop baby.”

My thighs clamped tighter around his neck with no thought on whether or not he would be able to breathe as I grabbed the counter top. I could feel my climax building and before I knew it I was screaming his name as I came so hard I started to see black spots in my vision.

Ace leaned forward and kissed me allowing me to taste my juices on his tongue. I got off the counter on wobbly legs and dropped to my knees to squat in a position in front of him. I twerked a little as he leaned over and smacked my ass before I took him in my mouth. I began to suck, slurp, and twirl my tongue around the tip of his head causing him to stumble backwards. “Fuuuuck Kema. A nigga love you. I do.”

Hearing him say that turned me up. I grabbed his thighs and I began to suck his dick until I gagged causing tears to slide down my cheeks and snot to come out of nose. I heard his toes pop and moments later he was nutting down my throat. I swallowed all of his nut and stuck my tongue out before slapping my face with his dick to make a bigger mess. “You so fucking nasty.” He said staring at me with lust in his eyes.

“You like it though right?”

He nodded pulling me off my knees. “Bend yo ass over that counter.”

I giggled before bending over and touching my toes. I rubbed my pussy before lightly tapping it. I could feel my juices leaking down my thighs. Before it made it to the floor, Ace’s thumb slid across my thigh to catch it and lick it. The sight of him doing that made me wetter. “Mmm,” I moaned as I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance. He slowly slid into me, stealing my breath as my mouth dropped. I gripped the counter as he pulled out and slammed back into me. “Oh God,” I cried out.

He continued to move in and out of me hitting my spot and causing my legs to give out. He lifted me up before I could fall making me cum on his dick as I shook. He kissed all over my face. “Yo pussy so good. I just need one more.” He demanded. As he continued to drive in and out of me at the perfect speed.

My body seemed to be obeying his every command. I could feel myself getting close to squirting everywhere. “Cum for me, baby,” he groaned.

A few seconds later my body exploded as I squirted all over him and he groaned out his own release. He kept me right there on the wall as he continued to pump in and out of me slowly. I couldn’t feel anything else as my body went limp when he finally pulled out of me. He slowly eased me back down to my feet and held me against his body before he picked me up again and carried me to the shower. It was something about a nigga picking my big ass up that did it for me. We went another round in the shower before getting out.

I walked out of the bathroom to see the flight attendant staring at us. Her eyes moved from my face to Ace’s before she smirked. Omg! She knew. I turned toward the window and covered my face. Ace chuckled beside me. “She know what you did.”

“What we did.” He took my hand and laced his fingers through mine. I tried to hold on to my attitude, but a smile pulled at the corner of my mouth.

“Was it worth it?” he asked.

I glanced at him. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“It would’ve been better if your big ass wasn’t fighting for space.”

“Next time, I'll make sure we get a jet so I can fuck you in a bed."

"Next time? Who said I'm fucking you again on a plane."

Ace tittered before he kissed the back of my hand. "Shit you ain't goin' to tell a nigga no. You want this dick as bad as I want that pussy."

I wanted to roll my eyes but he wasn't lying. I just leaned my chair back and rested my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes.

It was easy to forget why going home frightened me when Ace was beside me. His thumb was circling around my hand causing me to relax and drift to sleep. I just hoped that when we got home he didn't disappoint me.

Seventeen

Ace

We’d been back in the States for two weeks, and those two weeks had a nigga feeling like he was floating. I was at Kema’s house or she was at mine every damn day. I was sleeping in that pussy every night. I was glad she was on birth control, or we were goin' to be parents. That shit didn’t even sound bad when I thought about it.

I could see a little girl walking around with Kema’s whole face and attitude. I wanted to be a girl dad so bad. I knew better than to tell Kema that shit, though. She was just getting comfortable calling me her man. Mentioning babies might have had her changing the locks on a nigga.

I was sitting outside her job with her lunch and a bouquet of flowers. She texted me earlier saying she was having a hard day. And I hoped I didn’t have to beat anybody’s ass behind my baby.

When I walked inside, the receptionist pointed me toward Kema’s office. Her face lit up when she saw me. “Baby, why are you here?”

“You ain’t gotta tell a nigga you need him for a nigga to know you need him.”

She smiled as I placed the flowers on her desk. “Thank you.”

“You ate?”