Turned Out By A Boss(13)
Denim
One would think with the way brunch turned out that everyone needed time apart but nope. Leave it to Deena to throw a get together and invite everyone.
Denim sat and just watched as the guys played cards and trash talked and the ladies sat in the kitchen doing what they do best gossip.
"Denim you need anything?” Deena asked.
"No, I'm good.” Denim declined.
She won't be poisoning me, thought Denim as she and Rico made brief eye contact. They'd been stealing glances all night and that was the only thing keeping Denim from getting up and leaving. Sitting in the house, Rico shared with his wife was making her sick. However, any chance of being around her man, she was down for. It didn't matter if she had to sit and pretend to be enjoying herself as she listened to Deena brag on a bunch of bullshit decorations she claimed Rico spent thousands on.
“So have you thought about names yet?” Deena asked. Denim rolled her eyes. Not caring if Deena peeped it or not.
“Yup, I just need to know what I'm having because I already have the names picked out. If it's a boy, his name is going to be Remy and if it's a girl I like the name, Raina." She said as Rico walked into the kitchen.
“I like those names they're cute.” Larae smiled.
“Those names suck. For a boy Raymond and a girl Rhia,” he offered sipping his beer and leaning into Deena.
“Babe hush up it’s not your child. Maybe we can save those names for our children in the future,” she smiled and he just walked off.
Denim fake gagged and rolled her eyes. The last thing she wanted to think about was Rico and Deena reproducing. That'll be the day she caused hell. Probably even killed Rico because to her that would be the ultimate disrespect.
Rico: Meet me upstairs
She looked down hearing her phone chime, looking at the text she smiled. “Hey, Deena where's the bathroom?”
“Larae just went to the one down here but if you can't wait it's one upstairs in my room. Second door on the right.” Denim nodded her head before going up the steps.
“Ok, I'll be back.”
Getting to the top Denim couldn't deny the fact that she was out of breath. Finding the room, she opened the door going inside closing the door behind her. She stood by the dresser and looked around the room admiring the décor of it. The walls were painted white with black trimming along the outline. In the middle of the floor was a big king sized bed with black bed spreads and white and gold pillows. She didn't miss his and hers dressers and 60” hanging from the wall. Just by looking she could tell Rico had decorated the room because it was more so fit for a bachelor as oppose to a married couple.
“What took you so long?” Rico asked as he laid halfway on the bed with his hands behind his head.
“I'm pregnant. It takes me some time and my back is killing me.” Denim complained.
Not wanting her to ruin the mood with her complaining about her pregnancy Rico laid her on flat on her back kissing her neck and rubbing on her thighs easing her dress up.
"Rico wait. We can't.” She moaned out as she tried to sit up.
“Denim chill baby.”
“No this is your wife's bed, that is the ultimate disrespect.” Denim protested. She may not have like Deena but having sex in the girl bed. That was just too far.
Rolling his eyes, Rico sighed deeply before pushing her back down and running his hands up her legs. Realizing she didn't have on any type of underwear he smiled while licking his lips. Gently stroking her clit Rico watched as Denim’s face scrunched up in pure ecstasy.
“You still not gon’ give me none?” he teased pushing his index finger inside her warm cave.
“Oh shit.” Denim moaned arching her back as he added another finger. Rico knew he had her when she started moving her hips in a rhythm to match his fingers. “Rico f*ck me,” She whispered in his ear. As wrong as she knew this was her hormones were raging. She couldn't stop him now.
Following her request, Rico wasted no time freeing himself from his sweats and plunging into her. Standing still, Rico basked in the feel of her warm tight and wet tunnel that squeezed him.
“Damn babe.” he moaned out as she started moving, matching his strokes.
Rico knew they didn't have much time before someone started to suspect something or come looking for one of them so he sped up the process. Grabbing her hips, he pumped into her ferociously as he rubbed her clit at a fast pace. Feeling his nut building, he tried to quickly bring her to her peak as well.
“Ooooohhhh Rico.” Denim cooed as she grabbed at his shirt.
Feeling her legs shake as she climaxed he kept going until his orgasm approached. Rico leaned over her, his strokes becoming fast yet deep as he exploded inside her coating her sugary walls with his thick semen.
“Fuck I love you.” Rico moaned.
Denim used her hands to push on his chest. “Get off my stomach.”
“Sorry baby.” Kissing her forehead, he went into the adjacent bathroom and began cleaning himself off.
“I can't believe I just had a quickie in this girl bed,” Denim said her eyes tearing up.
“You did so get over it,” Rico replied throwing a wet wash cloth at her.
“How can you act as if you didn't just f*ck me in the bed you and your wife share?” Denim asked raising her voice as she fixed her dress and finger brushed her hair. His 'I don't care' attitude was beginning to get on her nerves.