Chapter Sixteen

You know we had to do the do. There was just no way around it. The only thing we needed to figure out was when and where. I was game for going right to Gino’s room and handling our business there, but he said no, the time wasn’t right. We sat in the back of the car and he kissed me and sucked all over my neck and the tops of my titties all the way back to the Kahala Hotel. When we pulled up outside I hated that it was time to get out of the car. Hated that the ride and the thrills were over.

G was standing in the middle of the floor and looking evil when I walked into our room, and I was glad Gino had already let himself into his own room and closed the door.

“Hey,” I said, dropping my wet towel on the floor.

“Back atcha.”

I walked past him and pulled my shirt over my head as I went into the bathroom to take a shower. “You feeling better?” I yelled to him, trying to act as normal as possible when all the while my pussy was still throbbing courtesy of his son, and I could still feel Gino’s hands all over my body.

I didn’t realize G had followed me to the bathroom, and I had just reached out to turn on the water when I heard him behind me.

“Yeah,” G said, almost in my ear.

I checked the water temperature with my hand before turning around. I could feel G staring at me all funny, and when my eyes met my reflection in the mirror I thought I knew why.

Hickeys. Two big-ass hickeys. One next to my collarbone, one an inch or two down, right at the top of my breast.

I didn’t realize Gino had been sucking hard enough to bring out a bruise, but then again my skin was light caramel and I welted up easily anyway.

You should have seen how fast I turned my back on G and pulled down my shorts and my bikini bottoms with one motion.

Not fast enough, though.

“What happened to you?” G’s hand was on my shoulder, turning me around.

I followed his eyes down to the two red circles on my chest.

“Damn mosquitoes,” I bitched. “This fuckin’ place ain’t got a seasonal cycle so those damn things just eat and grow fat all year long.”

“Ain’t none bit me yet.”

I shrugged. “You haven’t really been out there, either. That nasty little creek at the Polynesian Cultural Center was a bitch,” I lied. “Mosquito Central. You shoulda seen those people. Swatting at biting flies and mosquitoes so hard, one lady almost fell off the raft. I’m surprised two bites is all I got. Our tour guide had them all over his face.”

I got in the shower and kept playing a role, singing under my breath like I didn’t have a care in the world. G was twirling his ring and acting like he smelled a rat, and the last thing I wanted to do was come across as nervous or shady. So I tore up some old Mariah Carey jam that I didn’t even like, but was the first thing that came to my head.

G played me close for the rest of the night. He made reservations for us to eat in the hotel restaurant, and made sure we knew he was joining us. I ached for Gino as I sat across from him, next to his father. They kept up a steady conversation, but I was real quiet, picking at my food and fuming inside at G for throwing shit in my game.

I wanted to be in bed tearing up some sheets with Gino! Not sitting next to his father squeezing my legs together and imagining how strong Gino would feel moving on top of me. But as usual, G was in control and his program was the one in effect.

Later that night I laid in bed next to G trying hard not to cry. I was too young for this shit. There were a lot of things I’d never get to do as long as G owned my ass. I thought about Nae-Nae and her baby boy Maleek, and even though I wasn’t ready to have no kids, it hurt me to think that maybe I’d never get to be a mother. If I kept messing around with G I would miss out on having a baby of my own altogether.

No matter how I tossed my situation around in my head, it kept coming back to the niggah snoring next to me. G was a buster to the max, throwing brick walls up around everything I wanted to do.

But then I thought about Gino over there in the next room, and my whole body got weak. Gino was the kind of man I shoulda been kicking it with. He was smart, he was educated, he was fine, and best of all he was about something. Something more than selling dope and pushing pussy, which is the only thing his father was good at.

I wanted me some of him.

Fucking G.

I couldn’t help myself. My hands didn’t even belong to me as they dove inside my panties and sank into my flesh. I arched my back as I stroked myself, feeling Gino’s hands light the fire that burned between my legs. But I couldn’t make myself come. No matter how I rubbed my clit and squeezed my own breasts, I just couldn’t get me one, and the frustration of it all sent my anger at G boiling right over the edge.

I got out the bed and put on a robe, then walked barefoot out of the room. I didn’t even look back as I headed for the front door. Fuck G. Stealing all my joy. I didn’t care no more. Right now it was about making Juicy happy. Doing whatever it took to get my shit off, and that’s exactly what I planned to do.

I used the house phone near the elevators to call Gino’s room.

“Open your door,” I told him when he answered. “I need to see you.”

I hung up before he could tell me no and ran barefoot on the carpet back down to his door.

Gino was grinning when he let me in, and I put my finger to my lips warning him to be quiet. He barely made a sound as he closed the door, and as soon as it was shut he was all over me, pressing me against the wall, kissing me and feeling all over my ass.

“You was thinking about me too, huh?” he said between kisses.

“Couldn’t even sleep,” I moaned, opening my mouth for his tongue, then sucking on his bottom lip as we rubbed our groins together.

A drum was beating in my coochie and I didn’t want to waste a whole lot of time getting that dick inside of me, but Gino had more control and he made me take it slow.

“Let’s do it right,” he whispered, laying me down on his king-sized bed. My robe and gown came off and my panties disappeared. Gino took his lips from mine and kissed each of my nipples, then sucked them into his mouth gently but tight, and just the sensation of his hands stroking my legs and his hot tongue on my sensitive knobs brought me to an orgasm.

But it was only a small one. The big one was still waiting to be released. I shuddered and tried to catch my breath as he entered me with two thick fingers. “Aaahhh,” I moaned, holding his wrist and guiding it into my wetness. “Right there, baby.” I worked my hips in deep circles as his fingers sloshed in and out of me. “Yeah, right there.”

Gino was doing something to me with his fingers that I had never done to myself. First he used two, then three, as he slid into me and came back out to rub my wet clit, then pushed deeply back inside. I felt something deep inside my pussy awakening and it almost scared me, it felt so good. Gino’s fingers were making a “c’mere” motion deep inside of me, and as I arched my back and spread my legs wider trying to stuff his whole arm up in me, something hot and delicious tore through my pussy and sent a gush of cum running out of me that wet the whole bed up!

“Agghhhhh!” I came screaming and kicking my legs and holding on to his arm with both hands, driving his hand deeper into me as I fucked up to meet him. “Ohmygoodness. Goddamnbabywhatyoudoingtome…”

Gino had found my g-spot.

Not only did I come harder than I ever had in my life, I’d ejaculated, too. The sheets were so wet under my ass that I was almost ashamed. But shame didn’t last long because now that I’d come, Gino wanted to get him some.

He took a rubber from his wallet on the night table but I checked him when he tried to open the pack to put it on.