Make It Count (Urban Fiction)

Chapter 7

     On my way to Ahmod's house, I stopped at the liquor store. The Arabs never checked a nigga for ID, so most of the people in our hood would buy liquor from them.

"Ahmod,  I seen your buddy earlier, he was with a very pretty lady." The cashier spoke through a thick accent.

"Oh yea?" I asked pulling out the money for my drink.

"Yes, she had very nice buns." He smiled.

I let out a laugh before grabbing the liquor and leaving the store. 

      I eased through traffic while drinking from the bottle. When I made it to Ahmod's house, I hopped out of the car and walked to the front door.

"Aye nigga!" I spoke banging on the metal bars.

The door snatched open and Keyshia appeared.

"Nigga do you know what time it is?" She hissed.

"Na, I don't. Where Ahmod at?"

"He left with a girl a while ago." She spoke opening the screen.

I walked in, brushing against her body and plopping on the couch.

"I need to talk to that nigga."

"Are you tryna wake the whole house up?"  She asked taking a seat beside me. "I don't know time he'll be back." She spoke moving closer.

Her hazel eyes were glowing in the dimly lit living room.

"I'll go get you something to drink." She spoke standing and walking to the kitchen.

I watched her hips sway from side to side as the small shorts hugged them.

    She arrived back in the living room with a cup in her hand.

"Here." She spoke passing it to me and taking a seat.

"Preciate it."

I sat the cup in the coffee table and leaned back against the couch.

"You're drunk Khalil?" She smirked.

"Hell na, girl. I'm straight."

"Hmm, so you and Niya were drinking?" She investigated while looking over my clothes.

"Why you asking stupid ass questions?"

"Just asking." She shrugged standing from the couch and cutting the lights switch off.

Darkness filled the room before the light from the television glared. She took a seat next to me and rested her head against the arms of the couch. Her ass was poked towards me as she leaned over watching the television. I couldn't help but glance at her ass cheeks hanging out of the shorts. The couch was small and left a few inches between us. I was used to her sneaky passes, so I turned my head in the direction of the TV.

She laughed at the movie that was playing.

"That shit wasn't even funny." I mumbled.

"It was to me." She spoke moving over and pressing her ass against me.

I looked down before catching her eyes on me.

"Why you playing?" I smacked my lips.

     "I'm not playing." She spoke sitting upward.

She moved closer before straddling my lap and wrapping her arms around me.

"What's up Khalil? You know I been wanting you so why you tryna fuck with my girl?" She asked pressing her hips into me.

"Chill out." I spoke pushing her off.

"Stop playing."

She climbed back on top of me.

"I know you want this pussy Khalil." She smiled while grinding against me.

I watched her closely as she pressed against my body roughly. When she felt me harden,  she smiled.

"You can't be running yo fucking mouth." I spoke grabbing her waist.

"I won't." She whispered,  leaning in farther and biting against my neck.

I stood from the couch and her legs wrapped around me.

"Let's go to your room." I spoke lowly.

She slid down and grabbed my hand, leading the way.

     When she opened the door,  I saw her eight year old cousin laying in a twin sized bed.

"Hell na." I spoke breaking away.

"Chill, she ain't waking up." She spoke pulling me into the room and shutting the door.

I watched her rip her clothes off before wrapping her arms around my neck. I gripped her ass and carried her to the bed. I would normally be able to resist Keyshia's tempting passes but tonight I slipped up. I knew that this shit was stupid, she was my nigga's cousin and I was tryna fuck with Niya. Keyshia would more than likely run her fucking mouth but at this point, I didn't care.

    I placed her on the bed and began to pat my pockets for a condom. She lifted up on her elbows and watched me as I slid it on. My body grew close to hers as I parted her legs and slid inside her warm entrance. This pussy was far from virgin, by the way it accepted me so easily,  but I didn't give a fuck.  She threw her head back as my fingers dug into her thighs while I took deep strokes. Her back arched as she began to match my rhythm. She tried wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me but I broke away. I flipped her body around and slid in from the back as she let out a soft moan. Her juices covered my dick each time I pulled away from her. She began to throw her ass back against me as I pulled her hips. I could feel myself about to nut sooner than expected. Closing my eyes, I released myself into the condom. She looked back at me and rolled her eyes as I pulled out of her.

"That's it?" She asked.

"Bitch I'm drunk." I spoke pulling my pants up.

"It's cool." She smiled.

"Tell Ahmod to hit me up when he come back." I spoke making my way to the door.

     I left the room and walked into the living room before the seeing Ahmod walk through the door.

"What you doing here nigga?" He smiled.

"I was tryna find yo ass but I'll just ask you about the shit later."

I brushed past him trying to avoid eye contact. I knew that if I stayed any longer, he would find out what happened between Keyshia and I.

"Aight nigga. Come by my new crib."

"New crib?"

"Yea, I gotta spot over the on Locust. I told Keyshia dumb ass to tell you if you came over here."

I wanted to go back into to Keyshia's room and choke her. She knew Ahmod wasn't coming. She just wanted me to stay over because she knew she could tempt me. It was just a flash of luck that he even showed up over here.

Stupid bitch.

"Aight nigga, cool." I spoke walking out of the door.

       When I got into my car, my phone began to vibrate.

"Yo?" I answered.

Keyshia's laugh echoed through the phone.

"You think that shit funny huh?"