New York's Finest (18 page)

I was still nervous as Damian drove. Every few seconds he would look in the rearview or side view mirrors to ensure no one was following us. He asked me for my phone, looked through the directory and called my “threatening caller” back. I heard the phone ringing and it had to ring over twenty damn times before Damian disconnected the call.

“
Take me home, Damian, I don’t want to go to Reggie’s,” I said. “I just want to get to my place, kick my shoes off and chill. I need to get some rest and I want to be alone. This stressing is fucking with me.”

“
There’s no way I’m leaving you by yourself,” Damian replied as he kept checking out the mirrors. He was calm and collected, and that should have made me feel relaxed and safe. But how could I, someone was trying to kill me. And worse, I didn’t have control of my own fucking life, and I hated that shit.

The rest of the ride was driven in silence, and that helped to ease my mind. I had to face facts: Damian was no longer the childhood friend, I now saw him as all man and my protector.

It seemed like the time flew by fast because Damian and I approached the front door of my place in no time. After I locked the front door, I followed Damian down the hallway as he walked in every room to ensure no one was in my place. I was confident that everything would be fine, once we had a chance to settle down. Moments later, I watched him as he entered the kitchen. Before I turned the corner to enter in behind him, I heard my refrigerator door open.

“
Do you ever shop for groceries?” he wondered aloud.

“
Not really,” I replied as I entered the kitchen.

“
I can tell,” he commented as he closed the refrigerator door.

I stood there near the entryway of the kitchen and watched Damian open and close every storage cabinet. “I see you got a few can goods and a couple boxes of mac and cheese,” he commented.

“
You wanna order out? There’s this nice Thai restaurant about two blocks away from here.”

“
It’s that the same as Chinese food?”

“
No, silly, its better,” I said and then I walked over and grabbed the Thai takeout menu from the kitchen drawer near the refrigerator. “I usually order their curry duck and it’s good.”

“
Is that what you’re gonna order?”

“
Yep.”

“
Well, order me one of those too,” he said as he left me standing in the kitchen by myself. I watched him from my peripheral vision. He looked and smelled like a million bucks. And the fact that he was assigned by Reggie to accompany me everywhere I went was the best decision Reggie ever made.

After I placed our order, I told Damian to listen for the door because I was going to jump in the shower. Ten minutes into my shower time, Damian knocked on the bathroom door. “Need me to wash your back?” he yelled through the door.

I stood there for a few seconds and pondered the thought of him coming in here while I was naked. Hell, washing my back actually wasn’t a bad idea. I could only imagine what would happen next. I mean, it’s no secret I got a nice ass. And just the thought of him smacking my ass got me hotter than the water cascading over my body. If nothing else, curiosity was killing me. I just hoped Damian could contain himself.

“
Come on in,” I finally told him.

In a matter of seconds, he was front and center wearing the biggest smile he could muster up. I peeped around the shower curtain, only exposing my head and gave him a suspicious look. “You looking really suspect right now,” I commented.

His smile got even bigger as he approached me. “I’m just happy to be here so I can make sure no one harms you.”

“
Ahh . . . that’s so sweet! I’m giving you two brownie points for that one,” I commented sexily, but in a sarcastic fashion.

“
You know me, Naomi. I’m just keeping it real.”

“
Yeah, I know how real you keep it, but did you come in here to talk? Or did you come in here to wash my back?”

Trying to remain cool, calm and collective, he reached out for me to hand him my washcloth. “I’m waiting on you,” he said.

I handed him my washcloth after I added more liquid body wash to it and then I turned my entire body around. He slid the shower curtain to the side and it gave him complete access to my body. I moved up towards the shower nozzle so the water could run down my back a little. I also did it because I’ve been told that excessive amounts of water or baby oil clinging to your body makes your titties and ass look inviting. I was half Puerto Rican and Black, so you know I had an ass that gave Jennifer Lopez competition. At that very moment, Damian knew it too.

I stood with my legs spread apart, just enough to create a gap. I needed Damian to see the gap between my thighs and see how easy it would be to bend me over and get this pussy if he wanted it. Real men were indefensible and weak to gap-control, and every woman worth her weight in gold knew how to use their gap to their advantage.

“
Don’t be looking down at my ass!” I said and then I cracked a smile.

“
Whatcha’ talking about?” he replied as he scrubbed the spine of my back. “This ass,” he continued as he smacked me on the butt.

With my back still facing him, I jerked my head around to look at him. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warned him.

“
Oh, I can finish alright,” he assured me as he continued to lather my back with the soapsuds from the washcloth.

“
Yeah, okay Damian. Stay in your lane,” I told him and then I turned my head back around.

Without saying another word, he dropped the washcloth on the floor of the bathtub, moved me further into the water and then he used both of his hands to wipe the suds off my entire back side. Damian’s touch from his powerful hands made my pussy tingle on the inside. When he slid his hands down between my thighs and rubbed the clitoris of my pussy very slightly, it damn near sent me over the edge. It felt so good. I lifted my left leg and placed my foot on the edge of the tub so he could have better access, just in case he wanted to finger fuck me. He didn’t though. Instead, he continued to play with my pussy until I started jerking and grinding it against his hand.

“
Oooh, this feels so good. Please don’t stop,” I begged him.

“
Turn around,” he instructed me, in a demanding but subtle way.

I turned around to face him and before I even realized it, he pulled me towards him and planted a wet and sensual kiss on my lips. The way he sucked on my bottom lip before letting it go was passionate to say the least. He wasn’t giving me too much tongue but he gave me enough. Before long he was coming out of his clothes and was completely naked. And when I say Damian gave me an eyeful, believe me. After all these years of hearing rumors of how big his dick was finally paid off. Damian’s dick had to be at least eight to nine inches in length and at least two inches in diameter. And the fact that it was erect and ready to serve its purpose to make me the happiest woman in the world. It had been a while since I last had me some dick. And it had been forever since I had some good dick. So tonight I planned to ride this cat until the paint came off the wall.

“
I want you to give me that dick from the back,” I whispered into his ear while I was kissing him around his neck.

“
Nah, I want you to get on this dick and ride it,” he told me. “I wanna look in your eyes while I’m holding you in my arms.”

Shocked but turned on at the same time that he was so open and honest with his feelings that my feelings for him grew more and more by the second. I couldn’t decipher whether or not it was lust or something else. I did know that whatever it was, I didn’t want the feeling to stop. While I had my legs harnessed around his waist tightly, he held a firm grip around both of my ass cheeks as I slid his hard dick inside of me. I gasped, as I tighten my vagina muscles and grabbed him tightly around his neck.

“
Ouch. Wait. Wait,” I said.

“
Just relax baby. I gotcha,” Damian said, while I began to feel him maneuver by pushing himself slowing inside of me. Damn, of course he knew how to maneuver that slab of meat between his legs.

I loosened my grip around his neck and tried to relax a little more. The feeling of him inside of me was a bittersweet moment. The girth and length of his manhood hurt, but when he started pushing himself back and forth inside of me in slow motions, it started feeling good. In fact, I started grinding my pussy against his dick so I could create some wet friction between us. Thank God I was a perfect weigh and frame for him. The way he was gyrating and pumping his dick inside of me while he cupped my ass in the palm of his hands sent chills down my spine.

Damian was handling his fucking business.

I knew if I were any bigger, then he wouldn’t be handling me the way he’s doing. The more he pushed himself in me, the harder I grinded my pussy against his dick. The heat from the shower water penetrated my back the way Damian was penetrating my pussy. The pounding and the constant friction from both of us felt incredible.

“
Your pussy feels so good, I don’t even wanna come. I could keep my dick inside you all night long,” he told me.

His words made my heart flutter. Sparks were jumping around my heart like fireworks. I lifted my head up from his neck and pulled his face to mine and began giving him, long passionate kisses. I felt where he was coming from because I didn’t want him to stop either. But they say all good things come to an end, and they were right, because while we were kissing, he started penetrating me with shorter and harder pumps. I knew his dick was about to burst, so I stopped kissing him and whispered into his ear. “If you really want me to be your wife, don’t take it out. I’ll give you a baby,” I told him and then I tightened my legs around his waist really tight. I wanted him to know that I was for real. And when he tightened his grip around my ass, I knew then that he wanted the same thing. “Give me that dick. Fuck me harder! And don’t stop,” I moaned, while I continued to throw my pussy back at him.

Without a moment’s notice, his grip on me got even tighter. Then his knees started buckling. I thought at one point that he might drop me because his facial expression looked like he was about to have a fucking seizure. Then when he turned me around and pressed my back against the wall of the shower to take some of my weight off him, he shot his juices in me like it was the fourth of July. I’m sure most of it went inside of me, but the rest dripped down my thighs as soon as he pulled himself out of me.

Damian looked exhausted, so I pushed him back from me so I could stand on my own two feet. And when I was able to stand up on my own, I threw my arms back around him and looked into his eyes. “You feel better?” I asked him.

He smiled. “Never better.”

“
Well, since you did all the work. Let me wash you up so you can get out of here before our food gets here.”

“
Sounds like a plan.”

It didn’t take me long to bathe him nor myself. When I was done, I got out of the shower a few minutes after he left. I found him standing in the middle of my living room floor drying himself off and then he put his boxing shorts back on. I headed to my bedroom so I could put on one of my many pieces of sleepwear. While I was spraying one of my favorite perfumes around my neck, Damian snuck up behind me and embraced me from behind. He startled me. “You scared the crap out of me,” I whined and then I tried to hit him in his arm but he wouldn’t let me move.

“
Stop trying to fight this love I got for you,” he commented.

We were standing in front of my bedroom mirror looking at one another through the reflection while he held onto me from behind. I tried to drop my head so he couldn’t see my expression, but as soon as I tried to lower my head, he lifted it back up with his hand.

“
Why do you keep fighting me? You know I can love you the way you need to be loved,” he continued.

“
I’m not fighting you.”

“
Then what is it? I’ve been trying to be with you for the longest. But you kept giving me the cold shoulder.”

“
I just didn’t want to go there with you.”

“
Why not?”

“
Damian, I’ve known you for a very long time, I’ve seen the women you’ve been with. And there were lots of them.”

“
They didn’t mean shit to me. You are the woman I always wanted,” he said and then he kissed me on my neck. “Right now, I can honestly say that I am the happiest man on the face of this earth.”

I tried to say something but my mouth wouldn’t open. I was feeling the sparks coming from my heart. I didn’t want to admit it, but he did make me feel good.

“
Did you really mean when you said that you’d give me a baby as long as I made you my wife?”

I wanted to say
yes.
But again, my mouth wouldn’t open. I did manage to nod my head though. And when I did that, he said, “Well, when all of this shit is over with, we’re gonna go by my jeweler so we can pick you out the most flawless, five-carat, cushion cut diamond ring they have.”

“
You sure you’re ready for all of that?”

“
I was ready for this day a long time ago.”

“
Have you thought about what Reggie is going to say, when you tell him about us?”

“
No, not really. But we’ll see.”

“
Yep, you’re definitely right about that,” I said.

Twenty minutes later, we got our food delivered. Damian and I sat down on the sofa in my living room and tore into our food like we were starving. We made small talk in between bites. When he wasn’t looking, I watched the way he ate his food. I couldn’t help but picture the man who would be living with me. He seemed like he would be okay. But good dick had a way of clouding a woman’s judgment, so I convinced myself to slow my roll before I gave this nigga too much credit. I knew I had to slow walk this relationship just to see if he was really on the up and up with me. I had fucked a slew of niggas in my time and over half of them were full of shit. The rest of them were cool but they had other issues like baby mamas or they couldn’t stay out of jail, so they had to go. I just hoped that Damian would be different.