In These Streets

Chapter 22

I looked at the millions of stars as I slowly came back to Earth, panting and euphoric.

Darius released me, my body turning to jelly as I grew sleepy. He adjusted my bathing suit so I was completely covered again, then bent down and gave me a light kiss on the forehead.

"You good, baby?"

I nodded drowsily. "I've never done that before... it was... wow."

He chuckled and reached for his shirt, slipping it over his shoulders. "We better get back before Diamond or someone comes looking for us."

Using all the energy I had, I pulled myself up and took his hand, following him back to the party. My legs were shaky and my bathing suit was soaked at the crotch area; both from Darius's tongue and my own juices.

"I'll be right back, I'm just going to use the washroom," he said as we joined everyone.

It wasn't hard to tell he had a massive erection, the bulge so obvious that I quickly nodded, looking away. He'd given me pleasure but denied himself his own. I knew it was because I was a virgin and he didn't want to pressure me, and that fact was so reassuring..

I walked over to the almost-empty food table and picked up a shucked oyster. Putting the shell up to my lips, I tilted my head back, swallowing the shellfish.

"What's good, ma?" Darius's younger brother Jason slurred.

His eyes were glassy and he gave me a playful smirk as he stumbled up to me.

"Just waiting for Darius to come back from the bathroom," I replied.

He raised an eyebrow. "Iceman ain't ever give permission for bitches to use his given name. You must be kickin' it cool. What's your name again, ma?"

"Ambra."

"Cute ass name. You have the toughest boss on the West coast, you feel me?" Jason continued, his eyes unable to focus on my face.

I opened my mouth to make a remark but Darius's towering form broke through the small crowd as he joined us.

He was frowning. "Ace, what the fuck you doing, bruh?"

His brother held up his hands in defense. "Relax, bruh, I ain't hitting on your woman. I was just asking her what her name was again."

Darius turned to look at me, as if in confirmation. I arched a brow in amusement, and satisfied that Jason hadn't offended me, Darius waved him off.

"Go eat some bread or some shit, nigga. I still expect work to be done tomorrow at some point."

"All we do is get bread, bruh," Jason said with a sly grin.

Darius gave him an unimpressed eye roll at his brother's corniness.

"Let's hit the dance floor, baby. I want to feel that fine ass on me again," he whispered in my ear as he took my hand and led me away.

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The party lasted all night. By the time the sun came up the yacht was trashed, with champagne and Hennessy bottles everywhere, ash and blunts staining the floor. Some people had hooked up through the night and some passed out where they were, sleeping on chairs, cushions, and spare cots while more drunken people had just passed out on the deck floor.

Darius got the master cabin for us and locked the door so no one else could come in. It had made me nervous but he didn't try anything, just pulled me into his side as we snuggled and fell fast asleep on the luxurious bed.

I woke to the shrill cries of seagulls and the sun streaming through the small cabin window. Darius had his arms around me and I lifted my head off his chest to peer at him. He was breathing deeply, his bare chest moving up and down. He looked peaceful and harmless, making him appear younger.