Page 11 of Special Delivery

He chuckled low. “I’ll wash anything you ask me to.”

And he did. Hands slick with soap, he moved slowly, dragging the loofah down my back, over my ass, around to my thighs. His fingers slipped between my legs, teasing my pussy just enough to make me lean forward, chest pressing to the wet tile.

“Damn,” he muttered behind me. “Yo’ pussy stay wet, huh?”

I looked over my shoulder. “You tryna find out or keep guessing?”

That made him grin. But before he could flex, I dropped to my knees. Warm water ran over both of us as I reached up, gripping that thick dick. “You tryna earn a title or somethin’?” he asked, voice deep as hell.

I looked up at him. “I just like this whole competitive vibe we have.”

I gripped the base and licked from tip to root, watching his face the whole time. His jaw tightened, one hand landing on the back of my head. I took him slow at first, tongue swirling, lips wrapping tight as I started bobbing my head. The water hit my back, steam rising, his deep groans echoing off the tile.

“Fuuuck…” he grunted. “You tryna suck the life outta me.”

I moaned around him and went deeper. His hips jerked just slightly. I pulled back, spit trailing from my lips to his tip, and stroked him while I caught my breath. “Are you trembling already?”

He grabbed my jaw, pulled me up, and kissed me like I was his. Then he spun me around, gripped my ass, and lifted me like it was nothing. “You wanna talk shit? Let me show you somethin’.”

He stepped out of the shower and pulled me with him, instantly bending me forward against the bathroom sink. Back arched, ass up, titties pressed to the cool counter. My eyes locked on his in the foggy mirror. His fingers spread me from behind, and he leaned in close, breathing against my ear.

“You know what I see?” he asked, voice low and full of heat. “I see a pussy that loves bein’ fucked.” I whimpered. “You already drippin and I haven’t even slipped inside this mahfucka yet.” He lowered himself, sliding his tongue from my ass crack to my throbbing pussy.

“Oh God…” I moaned, lashes filtering. Then, Ahmad slid in deep with one stroke, and my mouth flew open as I gripped the counter, tightening. “Ahmad… fuck!”

“That’s what you needed, right?” he groaned, picking up the pace. “Real dick. Real pressure. Not no sneaky link, no silicone dick. A real nigga.”

His hips slapped into my ass, hard and wet, filling the whole bathroom with filthy sounds. The counter creaked. His fingers dug into my waist. I looked at us in the foggy mirror—his body behind mine, dick stroking deep, my face twisted in pure pleasure.

“Fuck me back, mamas,” he growled. “Show me what you got.”

I met every stroke with the same force, ass clapping, water dripping off both of us, my moans turning into damn near screams. “This dick… ohhh, fuuckkk…”

“I know, Tae,” he groaned, tilting his head back as he plunged into me. “Fuck.”

“I’m gonna… oooohhhh, shit, I’m…”

“I feel it,” he said, biting my shoulder. “Let go, mamas. Cream on this dick.”

My body shook and my legs almost gave out as I came all over his dick. He held me up, kept stroking, chasing his nut with deep, hard strokes that made my vision blur. Then he grunted deep in his chest, cursed low, and nutted inside me again. He stayed there for a minute. Both of us bent over the counter, breathing hard, skin wet, mirror fogged, floor slippery.

When he pulled out, I whimpered, and he laughed. “Ahmad,” I said, catching my breath. “If I can’t walk on Monday, I’m calling out of work and blaming you.”

He kissed my shoulder, still out of breath. “Good. Let ‘em know I do deliveries.” He kissed my neck, lips warm, breath thick against my skin. “Specialdeliveries,” he added, palm sliding slowly over my ass.

I laughed, still folded over the counter, muscles aching, knees weak. “You’re really proud of yourself, huh?”

“Shit, I’m proud ofyou,” he said, stepping back to grab a towel. “You kept up better than I thought.”

I stood up on shaky legs and walked back towards the shower, eyebrow raised. “Better than you thought?”

He looked me up and down, smirked. “Aight. You showed out. I’ll admit it.”

I smiled back, still catching my breath. “Don’t play with me, Ahmad. I’ll have you back in that bed for round four.”

He licked his lips. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

I paused, then turned to face him. “You wanna do this again sometime?”

“Just say when.”

I shrugged. “Maybe… Valentine’s Day? Hold the flowers and just bring the chocolate dick.”

He smirked as I bit my lip, pulse ticking up again. “Bet.”

As we showered again and continued talking shit about who made the ugliest sex faces, all I could think about was riding his face first next time. Fine ass. Yeah, next time we were going to make a movie…literally.