All of Me

VII

"You said the boys are here?" Heather asked as she and Mya walked into the club.

"Yeah, Shakur's boys are here tonight and he was able to get us VIP." Mya answered. Shakur owned his own security company. His boys usually secure at clubs, celeb parties, and graduations. "There they go. C'mon, girl." Mya said once she spotted them—well, Arman because he was dancing with bottles in his hands.

The girls approached the section and the men quickly greeted them. Heather felt a pair of eyes burning holes into her body and sure enough, it was Amaru staring at her shamelessly with lust in his eyes. She couldn't tell that he was drunk—or tipsy and she was ready to join him.

"Hey, Amaru." She said, sitting next to him.

Amaru smirked. "What's up, beautiful? You look good tonight."

Heather blushed. "Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself." She replied. "What you sippin' on?"

"You know what this is." Amaru chuckled.

"Oh, a blue motorcycle. I think I'm gonna get one." Heather said. "

"C'mon, I'll go with you." Amaru said as he stood up. Heather stood up as well and they walked together to the bar.

A few drinks and shots later, all of them were drunk and vibing. Mya and Shakur were on the dance floor together along with Arman and his girlfriend. Heather and Amaru stayed back in the section, barely keeping their hands off one another.

Throat Baby remix blared through the speakers as Heather grind on Amaru who was enjoying the lap dance she was giving. Amaru was completely hard in his pants and Heather could definitely feel it.

"I know you feel that shit." Amaru mumbled in her ear.

Heather licked her lips. "Mhmm, I feel it." She said. Heather turned around and straddled his lap. "What you want me to do about it?"

Amaru chuckled. "You don't want these problems, Heather." Heather leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. She began to grind on him, making him stiffen a bit more. "You showing out. Let me take you to my car and show you a few things."

Heather got up from his lap, allowing him to get up as well. Amaru led the way out of the club and into his car, avoiding to be seen by the others.

The two of them climbed into the backseat of his car and didn't waste any time taking off their clothes. Amaru was thankful that he took Killian's car seat out because it would have definitely been in the way.

Amaru grabbed Heather, making her straddle him as he tongue kissed her. Heather wrapped her arms around Amaru's neck and positioned herself properly as she began to ride him.

"Gah damn." Amaru said as Heather continued to ride him. "Shit, yo pussy feel good."

"Ahh, fuck." Heather moaned as she kept going.

"Shit—ride that dick, mamas." He leaned forward and took her right nipple in her mouth.

One of Heather's hotspots during sex were her breasts. She was guaranteed to get wetter and that's exactly what was happening. Heather looked down as she watched him suck on her nipple. Amaru was definitely a breast man and Heather could tell. He went to the other breast and gave it the same attention before he started to fuck her back.

Heather grabbed onto the headrests of the drivers and passengers seat and leaned back as Amaru fucked her. Her mouth fell open while Amaru stroked in and out of her, hitting her spot. He applied more pleasure as he used his thumb to play with her clit.

"Ohh, Amaru!" Heather screamed. "Fuck!"

"You about to cum, huh?" Amaru smirked.

"Fuck, yes." Heather moaned through gritted teeth.