Yoooo, what's gooood? ;)
Shout-outs as usual:
Che Black Diamond: "that was" what? lmao! good or bad? good I hope! hahahah! thanks for the review! XD
anon: haha, glad you liked the flirtiness of Riley & Cindy this chapter! thanks for the review! :D
bunnybabe247: lol, I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter! and yes, it is about to go down Kevin Hart style! :D thanks for the review!
Paige1292: lol, their night is gettin' crazy! and they both gettin' faded! :D haha, Riley ain't slick, he know he was purposely kissin' Cindy to see what the white girl taste like… ;) I'll stop. but lol, yeah they got creepy chick off his dick. and lmao, Riley is a trip when it comes to homophobia. and I'm with you, I can't deal when it's ANYBODY just straight up makin' out. it's like, damn, is it that serious? take it outside. I don't need to see all that! XD hmmm, Tish is a hoe. and that's all I'mma say about that girl. and lmao, Riley totally missed Jazmine's "subtle" hint! ;) thanks for the review! enjoy :D
DeLorean Hedgehog: aww, thanks! I really hate predictability so I try to mix it up the best way I know how :) lolz, Riley stepped to that dude extra quick. and that wasn't like a big brother move, that looked more like a "she's mine, back UP" move! XD glad you enjoyed the chapter! thanks for the review! :)
Jazavelli: oh you know Reezy's always gonna be the first one to act up when it comes to Cindy! ;) and lol, both of them clearly can't choose right. notice how Cindy wasn't impressed with Tish and Riley wasn't impressed with the first normal guy that she danced with. early jealously perhaps? lol! lmaaoo! you know they immediately drove back to Huey's place and straight up smashed. tired my ass ;) and ohhh, it's about to go down Kev-Hart style. no set-up ;) and lmaaaoo, Riley knew exactly what his ass was doin', talkin' about "my bad." negro, PLEASE. it will be interesting to see what he has to say… after what happens though ;) thanks for the review! hope you enjoy! :D
Roronoa Star96: aww, I'm glad you're liking it! that means a lot! thanks for the review! :D
LovinHueyFreeman: yeaaahh son, that's right! I did slap you! AND what? and light my couch on fire and see what happens! I'll sue YO ass! I already gave you a free lawsuit, what more do you want? XD haha, I know, check them bars! we gonna sing together… why we sit side-by-side in jail with them lawsuits ;) anyywaaayss, lmaaaoo! Jazz got that afro denial for real. that ain't never gonna change! and lol, I wish Rhine's were real too! I enjoy makin' up awesome sounding stuff :D and hahah, yeah the bartender was way laid-back. there'd be no way in hell I'd be riskin' MY job for them fools! :D awwww, you did the same thing Riley & Cindy did? settin' each other up? that's so cuuuuttee! I love it! of course y'all wound up togethere! :D they kiiiissseedd! that's riiiigghht! let's throw a parttyyyy! lmao! haha, Riley thinks he's so slick, actin' like he didn't even know what happened. that boy know what he doin'. ;) hahahaha, I like the full trust in Cindy! if she don't like a bitch, you don't like a bitch! XD yeah, Tish is definitely on Cindy's skank-bag list. and girl, you tell ME why guys are stupid. you would think, if you get a GIRL's opinion on another girl, they're gonna tell you the truth about a hoe! you should trust THEM of all people! but no! a guy will date the one another girl tells them is a slut, or a hoe, or a straight-up bitch! THEN wanna act all surprised when things don't work out! brain-dead, I swear! and oh yeah, they definitely also do it for the drama too, just to start shit. men. and how do I react to your rambles in my reviews? a little like: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS GIRL'S CRAZYYY! BUT I LOVE THIS CHICK! WE'S LIKE FAM! SHE LIKE THE SISTER I ALWAYS WANTED!" XD a little like that. haha, for real, I legit crack up when I read your reviews. they're definitely one of my favorites ;) oh that dude, must've had a death wish, putting his hands on Cindy in Riley's presence. he's lucky he walked outta there alive :) I love overprotectiveness in guys. makes a girl feel loved! ^_^ and hahahaha, I shoulda done that at the end with his rules! but then again, maybe his rambling mighta had him get sucker-punched by Huey soooo. lol! and haahhh, no spoilers but… this would be a great night for some drunken b-day sex ;) damn, you labeling me a murderer now! daannngg! a girl just can't catch a break! XD thanks for the review even though it landed my ass in jail! waiting for my nigga Tom to show up! when I get outta here, yo ass is grass! :D
It's about… to go DOWN….
And that's all I'mma say.
Let's get it ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Aaron McGruder's The Boondocks or any of his characters.
"Honey, I'm home."
"Hey, honey!"
"OH YEAH! I think I wanna have SEXUAL relations!"
"Tom! What's gotten into you?"
"Same thing that's about to get into YOU!"
"Oh, Tom!"
"Oh Yeah! I'mma make it do what it do!"
~Thomas Dubois (possessed by Colonel H. Stinkmeaner) & Sarah Dubois; Stinkmeaner Strikes Back
Riley's POV
Damn… I am faded, yo…. But shit, I'm feelin' aiight… I'm feelin' nice… real nice….
Riley sat at the bar, spinning his stool idly from side to side as he glanced at Cindy. She was next to him, getting the total of how much she owed the bartender now that they were nearing the end of their night. Riley grinned, steadying his focus on her more. Aw yeah, homegirl was fucked up too. He could tell. Those words were slurring. She was wavering while she was sitting still. And those eyes? They were already sexy as hell from the smokey shadow and mascara, but with her being drunk… that glazed-over look came off as seductive and lust-filled. It was even sexier. Riley was diggin' the way she kept looking at him.
"Aye… aye-aye, Jax! Does this cover it?" Cindy asked loudly, dropping a hundred-dollar bill on the bar. Then a fifty-dollar bill on top of that. Jackson did a double-take.
"Well yeah, but this is way too much. I told you that you owe-"
"Yeah-yeah-yeah, keep it! As a thank you! I don't give a fuck, yo. Happy birthday. From one birthday girl to another."
Riley sputtered out laughter and nudged Cindy. "Girl, you crazy. Yo, remind me to pay you back when you drop me off tomorrow. I ain't got that type of money on me right now, ya dig?"
"You slackin', Paperstacks." Cindy shook her head as she zipped up her purse.
"Yoooo, it's H.R. Paperstacks! H… R!" He emphasized by giving her bare thigh a pinch. Cindy squealed and grabbed his hand.
"Stop iiit!" She gave a silly smile, trying to push him away.
"Maybe if you weren't tryna show all this leg… lookin' all sexyyy…." Riley smirked, giving her upper thigh a few quick squeezes before he pulled away. She giggled and swatted at his arm.
"Quuuitt, that tickles!" Cindy told him, biting her lip as Riley snickered. "Them hands are gonna get you in trouble."
"By who? You?" He raised an eyebrow, giving her a slow-once over. Damn… what are those? C's… D's maybe?
"Keep talkin' that smack, Reezy." Cindy told him, leaning closer with a smirk on her lips. Oh, they definitely gotta be D's. For sure…. Damn.
"Whateva you say, boo." Riley murmured, his eyes finally moving up to her face. He was confused. Why was he staring at Cindy's chest again? But the thought only passed through his head for a split-second.
"You ready to peace outta here?" Cindy asked, attempting to stand from her chair. Riley stood and reached out his arms to help her; the poor girl almost stumbled and fell. She laughed as Riley caught her and righted her in his arms.
"You a lil tipsy, girl." He grinned, his arms still around her waist.
"Shuddup! I'm not fuckin'-ohhh shit!" She cried suddenly, whipping her head to the dance floor. "Reezy, this is my sooong! I haven't heard it in forever!" She said excitedly, starting to tug him as the intro began to play.
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me
"Dance with me first!" Cindy pleaded after she had dragged him to the edge of the dance floor. Riley chuckled as she slid her arms around his neck while he snaked his around her waist. He could definitely take the second to step to this old jam with her.
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me
Ooh
I like it like that, she working that back, I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me
Ooh
I like it like that, she working that back, I don't know how to act
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me
Slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me
God… damn! Riley thought throughout the course of the song. He hadn't heard this cut in a minute. He had forgotten how old-school good it was. How gangsta. How… sexy. Like damn, Riley couldn't keep his eyes off Cindy's body as they danced. He also couldn't get the questionable thoughts out of his head as he stared at her. He was likin' how good she looked when she was dancing. He was likin' the way she moved in such a slow and sensual way. He was really likin' the way her body felt against his. Sometime before the second chorus of the song, Cindy had spun so that she was dancing with her back to Riley's chest. He was still trippin' over how… nice she felt like that. Riley had his hands placed firmly on the front of her hips, pulling her as close as possible. His head was lingering near her neck as he breathed in the delicious smell of her perfume, probably some Victoria's Secret shit. He almost lost it when Cindy began to do this nice little slow wind into him.
"Damn, girl." Riley murmured into her ear. "You know whatchu doin'."
Cindy turned her head slightly to glance at him from the corner of her eye. "You like that or somethin', Reez?" She asked, seeming to press herself a little closer to him on her next roll. Riley actually had to stifle a moan, but he was pretty sure she heard it by the way her cheek pinkened.
"I love dat shit, girl." He told her huskily. Cindy chuckled with a smirk as they continued to grind it out. Riley didn't know why this felt so different all of the sudden. Since Huey and Jazmine had left, they had danced together, exclusively too; they had stopped dancing with other partners because Riley wanted to keep an eye on her now that they were the only two left. They'd danced to mostly fast-paced songs, hanging out at the bar during the slower-paced ones. But while they had danced prior, they had gotten a little flirty with slight grinding here and there. Why did it feel so different now though? This was way past flirty and getting into sexual territory.
At the end of the song as it began to fade, Cindy turned her head to the side and gave Riley a soft peck on the cheek. "Thanks for the dance, boo." Riley grinned and slowly slid his hands down from her hips before releasing her.
"No problem, bay." He told her, leaning to give her a kiss on the front of her cheek. At the last second, Cindy turned her head and he connected to her lips. He slowly pulled back after a beat, slightly embarrassed as Cindy just giggled.
"What? I thought that's what we were doin'." She gave him a wink before grabbing his hand, beginning to walk to the exit doors. Riley licked his lips with a smirk. No she didn't.
"Okay white girl, I see you." Riley nodded. "I really did think that's what we were doin' earlier. But I guess you had to have another taste, huh?"
Cindy laughed. "Oh please, boy. You taste just the same as all the other chocolate."
"Girl, how many pieces of chocolate do you be tastin'?" Riley asked, making both of them crack up as they walked. "Naw baby, I'm that limited-edition type chocolate. You ain't never tasted somethin' like Reezy. Guaranteed I'm the best you ever had."
"Oh, get over yourself." Cindy rolled her eyes playfully. "Like you ever had somethin' like me."
Riley grinned down at her, deciding to give her an ego boost. "You do taste pretty good. I'll give you dat."
Cindy let out a surprised chuckle and smirked up at him. "Premium vanilla all day. None of dat imitation shit."
"Mm. I like yo style."
"You like my taste."
"That too, boo."
Riley and Cindy chuckled as they made their way out of the club. Because of the cobblestone path walk that surrounded the large building, Cindy was very wobbly in her heels. Riley put his arm around her shoulders and she looped hers around his waist to steady herself. Even after they had surpassed that area, they continued to hold each other as they walked, both still stumbling and shaky with their footing. They were about two blocks from Cindy's apartment complex while they were still talking, staggering, and being very noisy.
"Yooo, what was your favorite song of the night to dance to?" Riley asked her. He started laughing when Cindy started to do a slight dance with her walk.
"Go, go, go, go, go, go," She began singing loudly, not caring that it was past 4 AM.
"Go shawty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday!"
"You can find me in the club," Riley chimed in. "Bottle full of bub,
Look mamí, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed," He smirked as his hand, that had left her shoulders while he sang, drifted lower and made a subtle brush down her ass. Cindy just smirked up at him, clearly noticing, but not really caring. It made him grin.
The two began to repeat the chorus, still while dancing along the sidewalk, laughing and being loud as hell. Their laughter hushed immediately when Cindy said one word.
"Po-po!" She whisper-hissed, staring way down the street at the squad car that had just turned the corner.
Even though that phrase being said was never a joke, Riley couldn't help but snicker in his plastered state. Cindy was so down. The girl could spot five-oh from a mile away.
"Not funny, Reezy! I ain't goin' to jail for a drunk and disorderly charge!" She told him, tugging on his arm.
"Ayyy, fuck da police!" Riley slurred in response.
"Shuddafuckup!" Cindy snapped, surprising Riley by pushing him up against the brick wall of the building they stood next to.
"Girl, whatchu be doin'?" He asked, confused as Cindy looped her arms around his waist and put her face in his neck.
"Shut up! Just hold me until they pass." She told him quietly. Riley grinned. The old "pretend-to-be-a-couple" trick.
"Aww, you wanna role-play with me, C? I'm flattered." He smirked, snaking his arms around her tiny frame.
"Can you shut your mouth for like 2 seconds?" Cindy giggled, surprising Riley by giving him a light bite on his neck. Riley shuddered slightly as he dropped his jaw.
"I know you don't wanna start playin' around like that, girl." He murmured, slowly sliding both hands from the small of her back, past her lower back, to gradually cup her behind. Cindy made a light gasp, to which Riley snickered at. "Oh, she done got quiet now."
"You and those hands, boy." She mumbled into him, but still continued to nuzzle her face into his neck.
"They gotta mind of their own, babe." He said, not being able to resist giving her a light grab. Cindy squealed into him.
"If you don't stop it!" She sounded like she was trying not to laugh.
"Whatchu gonna do?"
Instead of answering, Cindy shocked him as she began to gently nibble along his neck. She used her teeth lightly, giving him a pleasurable sensation as she did that along with the slight grazing of the tip of her tongue. Riley was ready to lose it, closing his eyes as he let out a visible shiver.
"Giirrll…." Riley's voice was deep and rumbly with low bass. "You need to… mm… y-you need to stop all dat 'fore… 'fore dat shit gets yo ass in trouble…." He barely noticed that he had been pulling her closer against him as he said this.
"Ohh... poor baby can't handle it, can he?" Her silky voice teased him as she gave him a small kiss in the place she just bit.
"Baby, you won't be able handle me, you keep this up." He responded, giving her a caressing squeeze with both hands. Cindy made a slight noise into him, like she had stifled a moan.
"You're crazy." She said quietly.
"You crazy, girl. Stop playin' cuz you ain't ready for me." He replied, turning his head to give her a bite on the edge of her ear. Cindy laughed and turned her head away from him, making Riley grin.
"Are they gone yet?"
"Who?"
"The cops?"
"...Oh!" Riley had completely forgotten. They had been long gone. "Yeah, they just left. We good."
"Cool." Cindy slowly began to pull back from Riley. He smirked as he gave her a smack on the ass before she could escape his embrace.
"Do that one more time." Cindy gave him a playful warning glare, shoving his side.
"Only if you ask me nicely." Riley grinned, pulling her into his side by her waist as they started to walk again.
"Ugh, you're so annoyin'."
"You love me, girl."
"Please."
"You know you do."
"Get real."
"Don't fight it, babe."
"Will you shut up?" She laughed, trying to shove him again. Riley just snickered and held her tighter. "Oooh, I can't deal with your ass." He just chuckled.
"Like I said. You love me."
When Riley and Cindy had finally made it to the apartment building, they ignored the looks they got from the receptionist and cleaning crew. Well, maybe that's not entirely true ("the FUCK y'all lookin' at?" Riley had shouted drunkenly). However, they continued into the elevator, both almost getting nauseated from the long ride up to the top floor. They hopped out as soon as the doors opened, stumbling side by side down the narrow hallway. Cindy reached into her purse to find her keys when she reached the door.
"Yeah dat's right, yo ass betta have locked it." Riley told her.
"I lock it when I'm not here, dumbass."
"But you leave it open when you here so niggas can just run up on you. Smart."
"Hush up…. Damn." Cindy muttered, still looking through her purse.
"What?"
"Left my keys in there." She said, taking a step back. "Back up." Riley gave her a confused look when she nudged him backwards with her. Then he watched as she bent down to lift up the small mat in front of her door.
"Oh, of course. Just like a typical white person. Leavin' their key in the most predictable spot." Riley shook his head as he looked at her, specifically dat ass. Damn, it was fine.
"Shut up, nigga." Cindy rolled her eyes as she stood straight again, now holding a silver key. She inserted it into the lock and turned it, pushing the door open. She tossed the key on the ground and kicked the mat down to cover it again. Then she walked into the living room with Riley behind her.
"Ahhh… home sweet home." Riley declared, walking to the back of the couch and hopping over the side to plop down on the cushions. Cindy shook her head as she stood near the door to take off her heels.
"Why you on the couch? Just go to one of the guest bedrooms." She told him.
"I am, but before I do…." He turned around on his knees and grinned at her over the couch. "Let's have one last drink."
"Boy!" Cindy let out a surprised chuckle as she put a hand on her hip. "Are you serious?"
"C'mon, I just wanna lil more Ciroc 'fore I go to sleep."
"You're already drunk." Cindy told him, walking until she was in front of him over the back of the couch. Riley gave her a level look.
"One more drink ain't gonna change nothin'." Cindy tilted her head at him, drumming her fingers on her hip. Riley decided to try and use a different tactic.
"Aw come on, bay." He gave her his trademark sexy smirk. "Just a lil nightcap for your boy? Please, baby?" He reached out his hand and brushed her arm. "You know you wanna take one more drink with me. You addicted to dat Ciroc. Mm-hm. Might hafta send yo ass to Alcoholics Anonymous."
"Oh yeah right!" Cindy laughed. "I'm hardly an alcoholic. You got me confused with you."
"Naw boo, that's all you. But prove to me you ain't addicted and have drink with me!"
Cindy blinked at him before laughing. "That doesn't even make sense! Why would I drink to prove that I'm not an alcoholic?"
"Fuck if I know, I just wanna drink!" Riley snickered. "C'mon, stop bein' a pussy. One last drink with me."
"Fiiiiine. Damn! Whiny-ass bitch." Cindy shook her head as she made her way into the kitchen.
"Yeaaahh, that's my girl." Riley grinned, settling himself back down on the couch as he waited. He turned the TV on and started flipping through music station channels for background noise.
"Oooh, go back to the last one. That was a Miguel song!" Cindy requested as she came back into the living room carrying a tray, two tumblers half-filled with Ciroc while the bottle sat between them.
"Chicks be obsessed with this dude, man." Riley rolled his eyes, but turned it back to the R&B station anyway. The song playing was Sure Thing.
"What-evaaa." Cindy said, setting the tray down on the coffee table. "Last drink of the night."
"Mmmm-hmm. That's why you brought the bottle with you." Riley snickered, lifting his glass. He winked at her when she flipped him off in response as she sipped hers.
Riley and Cindy didn't remember how, but their "last" drink escalated to one more… then that drink was followed by one more… then eventually, the bottle of vodka was empty.
They were trippy.
"Daaamnn, where da fuck the alcohol go?" Riley complained, lifting the bottle and tilting it back, letting the last few drops fall onto his tongue.
"You had waayyy too mush, Reezy!" Cindy slurred, pointing at him.
"'Mush?'" He smirked, setting the bottle down. "I've had too much? Look at you. Can't even talk straight."
"Shhhh! Whateva." Cindy shot back, sticking out her tongue.
"You been drinkin' too much, girl. You let any of them niggas buy you a drink at the club?"
"One guy did, but dat was it." Cindy shrugged. "You buy any drinks for any chicks?"
"Please, you know I don't spend my cash on the hoes." Riley snorted. "But I did pay for one drink for dat one girl… what's-her-name… Tasha or somethin'."
Cindy cracked up. "Tish? You spent yo money on Tish, the biggest hoe of 'em all? Ha! Congratulations, nigga."
"Hush up, hater. Damn." Riley rolled his eyes. "She the only one who caught my attention all night."
"Cuz she got her tits and ass hangin' out. Shocker."
"Aiight then, did you find any lame-ass nigga that caught yo eye tonight?"
"Ehh." Cindy made a face. "Some of 'em were cute, but none that I would ever take home. If you don't impress me right in the club, I already know you ain't gonna impress me in the bed."
Riley let out a laugh at how straight-up blunt she was being. "For real, girl? You talkin' sex?"
"I ain't talkin' pillow talk." She rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. "God… I can't tell you the last time somebody really wowed me in bed."
"Real shit?" Riley murmured, leaning back on his side of the couch more. "I feel you on that."
"Seriously, Reez?" Cindy let out a light chuckle, surprised.
"Hell yeah, girl. I know whatchu talkin' about. I can't remember the last time a girl impressed me. Shit's been average as fuck." He shook his head. "Like, I'm a man so I have needs, knaa'mean? I gotta get it out, but… damn. No chick has ever stood out to me."
"It's annoyin' as fuck!" Cindy added. Riley nodded in agreement. "Like, how hard is it to find someone who can please you right, y'know?"
"For real."
Cindy shook her head. "It's been a minute since that's happened… shit, it's been a while since it's happened period."
Riley popped his head up and sat up straighter. "What?" Cindy nodded slowly, answering his silent question. But he asked it anyway. "You ain't had sex in a while?"
"A good while."
"The fuck?"
Cindy shrugged a shoulder, almost embarrassedly. "I dunno. Haven't really been picked up in a while. I don't count the club cuz that's where all the creeps go to snag a girl. But… yeah. I just haven't really been approached. Maybe it's me." She mumbled the last part as she stood from the couch and lifted the tray. Because she had to go past Riley to move to the kitchen, he immediately stood from the couch as well.
"Giirrll!" He side-stepped in front of her, blocking her way. Then he took the tray from her and dropped it back on the table. Then he looked at her.
"What the fuck you talkin' bout, 'maybe it's me'?" He snapped.
"I don't know! What else could it be?" She shot back with a hand on her hip.
"You just ain't met the right dude yet, C! But it ain't you. I ain't tryna hear dat shit. Look at yourself." He gestured to her, pointedly staring at her. Cindy rubbed the back of her neck as she blushed under Riley's gaze. "I mean goddamn, girl. Yo body's the business, for real. Tall… blonde… curves in all the right places… and nothin' but legs. Shit… it ain't you, girl… how the fuck could it be you…? You undeniably sexy, baby."
Cindy's face was bright pink as she smiled, listening to his words. "Wow… thanks, Riley." She gave him one more tiny smile before she turned her back, ready to reach down for the tray again. Riley didn't know why, but he found himself walking up behind her, placing his hands on her forearms and stopping her from lifting it. She released her hands from around the tray and slowly pulled back up, glancing at Riley over her shoulder. He didn't say anything as he gently rotated her body around so that she was facing him.
"Wh-what are you doing?" She asked softly. Riley chose to answer her question with a question.
"When's the last time someone held you, girl?" He murmured, moving his arms to loop around her waist snugly. She left her hands resting on his upper arms. "Not counting today," He added, thinking about earlier. "But seriously. When's the last time someone just held you? Like this."
Cindy opened her mouth to speak, but barely said anything as she stammered. "Um… I… I-I don't…." Riley blinked at her before leaning closer. He heard her breathing quicken when he moved his face down to hover next to her throat.
"When's the last time someone kissed your neck?" He asked before planting a soft kiss at the base of her throat. She made a quiet noise like a soft moan, tilting her head as Riley brushed his lips along her collarbone. One of Cindy's hands found its way up to the back of Riley's neck, firmly caressing him there while he continued to slowly trail her up with kisses. It felt so good to do. She smelled so sexy. And he suddenly had this… desire for her.
Cindy made a noticeable moan as Riley gave her a suck to the spot underneath her jaw. That noise turned him on. He could barely contain himself as he moved up towards her ear. Then he whispered one last question.
"When's the last time… a nigga really hit that spot, girl?" He asked huskily before giving her lobe a soft lick. Riley pulled back slightly to where they made eye contact, and in that split second, everything was communicated between their eyes. He didn't know who moved first, but almost spontaneously, their lips were on each other's and they were kissing.
This kiss was nothing like their previous two at the club. This kiss was so much more. It was no peck. It wasn't short and sweet. And it definitely was not on a friend-basis. This kiss was heated, containing passion that Riley hadn't ever really experienced before with anyone else. Their tongues played together deliciously, both fighting for dominance as they got more and more into it. It was incredible. An instant spark was ignited the moment her lips were on his. He wanted more.
After a few moments of standing, Riley plopped onto the couch with her. He continued to kiss her hungrily as he straddled on top of her. Cindy flipped off his hat as she rubbed over his head, starting to run her fingers between his rows. Riley moaned into the kiss at that; he liked that shit. He kept his lips connected to hers as he eased out of his vest jacket, tossing it on the other side of the couch. He grinned as he then felt Cindy's hands go underneath the bottom of his shirt, beginning to rub up and down his back. He helped her out by pulling the shirt slowly over his head and dropping it onto the ground. He smirked as Cindy's eyes skimmed over his body with appreciation. She stared at the tribal tattoo that took up his shoulder, upper arm, and most of the right side of his chest and torso. Her eyes went lower as she brought up a hand to run her fingers down his hard, well-defined abs.
"Mm. You like that, mamí?" Riley grinned, lowering down on her again. "That impress you or somethin'?" Cindy chuckled sexily as he started to suck her neck again.
"Mhm." She managed to get out, her breathing hitched.
"I got somethin' else that might impress you." He murmured into her ear. He heard her gasp as he slid his hands down to the bottom hem of her dress, placing them on the sides of her bare thighs. Then, slowly he took the material between his fingers and began to ride it up, shimmying it up over her hips until it was at her waist. He took a glance and about lost his mind staring at her tiny pair of panties. They were a soft pink color with black trim. And it was all lace.
"Fuck, you sexy." Riley mumbled, gazing at her lower half.
"You like that or somethin', Reez?" Cindy asked softly, running a hand enticingly through her blonde tresses. Riley smirked and pressed himself lower on her in response. Cindy's cheeks turned pink at the feeling of his hard against her pelvis.
"I think you can tell that I like that." He whispered before rubbing his length against her in one slow grind. Cindy moaned at that and pulled him closer on top of her. Riley kissed her lips again while continuing to dry-hump her pleasurably. They both were moaning now, Cindy's nails digging into his back as Riley's grinds began to get harder as he pressed against her more. At this point, Riley had completely stopped thinking. His mind was on auto-pilot as he did this. He wasn't focused on anything other than how good it felt.
He wanted her.
"Reezy," Cindy managed breathily, pulling her lips only centimeters from his. "Please." She begged in a moan, her eyes locking onto his.
And she wanted him.
Riley gave her a fast and intense kiss, parting after to ask only one more question.
"Bedroom?"
"Now." She demanded before pressing her lips to his again. Riley smirked into it as he wrapped his arms around her waist and sat up with her. He then slid his hands down to her ass and easily hiked her up, carrying her as he rose from the couch. Cindy had her legs firmly wrapped around his waist, her hands continuing to run through his hair as Riley kept kissing her while walking. The two laughed into their kisses as the trip to the bedroom was slightly rocky, Riley bumping side to side into the walls as he staggered down the hall. Finally, he made it to the door of her room. He entered and kicked the door shut behind him before also kicking off his shoes. Then he made his way to Cindy's queen-sized bed and tossed her down. She giggled as Riley gave her a smirk before slowly climbing on top of her.
"C'mere, girl." He murmured before pulling her up into a sitting position with him. He kissed her as his eager hands went to her back. He felt all the criss-crossing strings and the studded fastener in the middle that held it all together. His hands fumbled with the damn thing, not knowing how to get it undone.
Fuck this.
Without thought, Riley took the object in his hands and snapped it, making the strings fall freely.
"Oops." Riley murmured into the kiss, tossing the broken clasp onto the ground with a light clatter. Cindy chuckled and shook her head slightly.
"Pay me back later."
"I gotchu now, girl." He grinned as he gently laid her back down. His hands moved to the now useless shoulder straps of the dress. Slowly, he started to pull it down. His jaw went slack at the sight of her bare chest. Cindy smirked at his expression.
"I couldn't wear a bra with the open back of this dress." She explained quietly.
"Thank God. Damn." Riley licked his lips, eyes locked on them as he quickly yanked the rest of the dress down her legs and off her body. He pulled back up and took her lips with his, giving her a slow and deep kiss with lots of tongue. Cindy moaned loudly when Riley brought his hands up and cupped her breasts, starting to massage them firmly while he kissed her. He sucked on her bottom lip juicily as he pulled back slightly, then he kissed her chin, down the front of her neck, past her collarbone, and finally to her chest. He felt Cindy tighten her legs around his waist when he softly swept his tongue along her breast as he came to the nipple. He gave her bud a flick before taking it into his mouth and sucking while his free hand cupped her other breast. Cindy moaned and raked her fingers through his rows when he moved to her left breast, applying the same technique.
"Reezy… ooh… Reezy…." Cindy panted between her whimpers, slightly squirming underneath him. Riley chuckled as he slowly pulled his mouth from her bud. He started to kiss down the center of her chest and down her stomach.
"Tell me you want me." He told her before sliding his tongue down into her navel.
"Ah," Cindy went an octave higher at the feeling. "I… I want you."
Riley grinned. He liked the way that sounded coming out of her mouth. He rose up from her before he quickly undid his buckle and pulled down his zipper. Then, he placed one hand on the rim of his jeans and one hand in his right pocket, digging for something. As he slowly started to pull his pants down, he removed his other hand from his pocket with a wrapped Trojan Magnum. He always strapped up and purposefully carried condoms in his pockets, just in case.
"You want me right now, girl?" Riley smirked after he was left in his dark red boxer briefs. He saw that Cindy's eyes were focused right on his manhood, staring at the outline of his noticeable erection.
"Yes… right now." Cindy nodded her head shakily, eyes still on him. Riley continued to smirk as he placed both hands (one holding the condom between his fingers) on the bed on both sides of her hips. Then he slowly leaned his face down so that he was back at her navel.
"Tell me…." He kissed her belly button before kissing a tiny trail that led to the top of her panties. "That you need me." He whispered before gently taking the band of the material between his teeth. Cindy gasped as Riley grinned up at her, still while holding the lacy fabric. Then, slowly and teasingly, he started to pull it down.
"I need you, Riley. God, I need you now!" Cindy moaned loudly as Riley tugged them down until she was entirely revealed. Then he took it with his hands and shimmied them the rest of the way down. He stared at her body in awe. Damn.
Riley nodded slowly before moving up to give Cindy a hot kiss on the mouth. Then he pulled away slowly, back into a half sitting position. He put the edge of the condom wrapped in his mouth while he used both hands to slide down his briefs. He grinned at Cindy's expression. Then he reached up and held onto the condom before he ripped the wrapper open with his teeth. As he started to slowly roll it up himself, he stared down at her, making a satisfied nod. Then once he was ready, he placed his hands on both sides of her body and leaned down to her, hovering teasingly.
"Done, babe." He promised, answering her request and granting her wish.
Awwwwwww snap. Things. Just got. Steamy. And they definitely just passed friendly.
Sooooo what's gonna happen when these two awaken… all sobered up… together… in the same bed?
We'll just have to find out next chapter, won't we?
Hope you enjoyed! Sorry I had to cut the explicit details. I had started this story before Fanfic admins started trippin' over the rating shit (of course). Hope it was still satisfying :)
Disclaimers: I do not own copyrights to Slow Motion (feat. Soulja Slim) by Juvenile, Victoria's Secret, In Da Club by 50 Cent, "Fuck the Police" phrase, Ciroc, Alcoholics Anonymous, Sure Thing by Miguel, Trojan Magnum condoms, or any other word, item, phrase, letter, in the chapter that I don't own! :D Also, the part about H.R. Paperstacks is from The Real Boondocks episode where he's naming aliases. And of course, everyone knows that the "FUCK y'all lookin' at?" line is Ed's phrase from… just about every Boondocks episode that he's in! :)
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Advice of the day: Lay off the liquor. Don't start talkin' sexual with your best friend when you're drunked up. And above all, wrap it up! ;)