Chapter 25 Maverick #2
“Mmmmmm, eat this pussy, Daddy,” she cried out, grinding her soaked pussy all in my face.
“Mhhhuh, feed me my pussy, Baby,” I mumbled, my mouth full, trying not to cum in my boxers. Her pussy was my favorite addiction. She was so responsive when I was eating her, and it made me insane with lust knowing I had that kind of control over her body.
Looking up, Knox was straddling her face, pumping his dick down her warm, wet mouth, “Uhhhhhh, eat this dick up, Princess,” he groaned.
I stood up, removing the rest of my clothes. My dick was so hard it was straining against my briefs. I dived back in tongue first to finish up my meal between Ajaih’s legs, before leaning down, spreading Knox open, and pushing my tongue in his ass while he continued to fuck her face.
“Ahhhhh fuck!” he yelled out, his body trembling, signaling his release was near.
I could tell by the sounds she was making that Ajaih was sucking his dick nasty. Deciding to match her energy, I spit directly on his asshole and pushed my tongue in so deep and ate his ass until he was cumming down Ajaih’s throat and screaming his love for us.
Coming back to earth, Knox laid on his back as he pulled Ajaih on top of him, kissing her with remnants of release on her freshly fucked face, as he pushed his still hard dick right inside her drenched pussy.
“Knoxxxxxx,” she whined as she rode Knox with the grace of a goddess, his hands locked to her hips as I got on my knees behind her and delivered the same tongue service to her asshole that I’d just given Knox.
“Ohhhhh my Go—” she whimpered, as I smacked her ass, pulling her deeper on Knox’s dick by her waist.
“God ain’t got shit to do with this, Baby. This Daddy and Knox putting dick all in you.”
She loved it when we talked that nasty shit to her, feeling her body clench up as her orgasm neared.
“Then come fill my ass with dick,” She replied confidently.
Always a gentleman and never failing to fulfill a request, I grabbed some lube from the bedside night table and poured it down her ass, watching it cover her pretty asshole, just as I slid my thick finger inside and pulled it out, repeating the motion until she was wide open, screaming her pleasure and creaming on Knox.
“Now, Daddy, I want your dick in my ass, nowwwww,” she begged as Knox pounded her out from the bottom.
“Like this, mama?” I asked as I pushed the head of my dick in her tight ass, damn near cumming.
“Moreeeeeee,” she moaned, as I gave each inch slowly until she was filled and being fucked from the top and the bottom.
“Look at you taking that dick in both holes like a nasty little slut,” Knox praised as her body jerked in pleasure.
“Ahhhhh I’m about to fucking cummmm,” She hollered, making us glad we were in the woods where she could get as loud as she wanted.
I yanked her head back, spitting in her mouth as I instructed her, “Cum then, on both dicks.”
That was all she needed as her body shattered completely, her pussy gushing and creaming all over Knox. The sight of her taking this pleasure with no hesitation sent Knox and me over the edge as we planted our seeds in every hole she had tonight.
“FUCKKKKK,” I grunted loudly, coming down from my release.
Pleased and tangled in each other, sweat-slick and breathless, she whispered, “You both make me feel like I’m the center of the universe.”
Knox kissed her temple, “That’s because you are.”
Gently rubbing her back, my voice was low and honest, “This is just the beginning, baby.”
And the way her body melted into ours told us she already knew.
The morning of my father’s surgery, the hospital walls felt colder than usual.
My mom sat beside me in the waiting area outside his room, wringing her hands over and over like it might help time move faster.
James Jr. leaned against the wall, scrolling his phone but not looking at it.
Knox and Ajaih flanked me, solid, steady, shielding my heart from the storm brewing inside it.
When Yanna walked into the room, it was like the whole place paused.
I noticed she had that effect on everyone she crossed paths with, and she was always oblivious to it.
She wore her scrubs under a crisp white coat, with a stethoscope slung around her neck and her curls pulled back.
As always, her energy was calm, confident, and fine.
Even I had to swallow a little extra breath.
James Sr. looked up and blinked. “You must be Dr. Layanna.”
Yanna offered that smooth, professional smile, “That’s me. I’ll be performing the surgery today, Mr. Carter.”
James Jr. straightened, clearly stunned. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath before adding, “You’re even finer in person, and if you ever get tired of being married to a world-class athlete that’s a millionaire, just let me know.”
I lightly shoved his shoulder, causing Yanna to laugh, a hint of blush touching her cheeks. “You’ll be the first on my list, cutie pie, but I’m an expensive habit to have.” She winked playfully with a hint of flirtation that almost had my baby brother drooling.
She stepped closer, unfolding a tablet and pointing to a few digital diagrams. “We’ll be doing a tricuspid valve replacement and a maze procedure.
The goal is to restore normal blood flow and reduce the arrhythmia that’s causing the instability.
My team and I are ready, and we’ll take great care of him. ”
My mom reached over and grabbed Yanna’s hand. “Thank you. Truly.”
After she left, Dad looked at me and said, “Your doctor friend’s got an angel’s touch, and legs like a blessing.”
“James!” my mom hissed, though her smile betrayed her. We all laughed, even through the tension.
Then came the wait. Hours passed like molasses, each minute heavier than the last. At some point, a nurse appeared, her face tight with urgency.
“Are you the family of James Carter?”
We all stood instantly.
“There’s been a complication. Dr. Black and her team are doing everything they can to revive Mr. Carter. He flatlined briefly, but she’s still in there.”
My mother gasped, clutching her chest. James Jr. turned pale. Knox pulled me close, his hand gripping my shoulder tightly, and Ajaih wrapped her arms around my mother, whispering gentle reassurances.
At that moment, I felt helpless. I was plagued with confusion.
Our relationship was strained after years of estrangement, but I never imagined a world where he wasn’t living, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
Deep in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed Caleb walk in, casual in a hoodie and jeans, carrying a smoothie like he didn’t just light up the damn room.
My mom blinked. “Is—Is that Caleb Black? The Caleb Black?”
JJ nearly dropped his phone. “Coach Black?! Man, I watch you every week! I know you’re taking those girls all the way to the championship!”
The tension broke. Caleb chuckled and gave them both a little nod. “Yeah, that’s me. I appreciate that vote of confidence. I just wanted to be here. I figured Mav needed backup.”
My mom straightened her blouse and smoothed her hair. “Well, baby, you can call me Michelle.”
Caleb grinned, “Pleasure’s mine, Beautiful.”
We all laughed when Caleb winked at my mom, causing her cheeks to flush.
After another hour and a half, Yanna finally emerged, wearing a look of exhaustion, though her calm demeanor never wavered.
“We revived him. He’s stable. The valve replacement and maze procedure were both successful. He’s being moved to recovery now.”
My knees buckled with relief as my mom sobbed openly, holding onto JJ as he buried his face in her shoulder. Ajaih was crying too, silently. Knox hugged me from behind, whispering, “He’s okay, baby. He made it.”
Caleb clapped his hand on my shoulder. “Come on, man. Let’s get you out for a minute. You, me, Knox, James Jr., and Ahmir gone hit up Noire. You and baby bro need to breathe.”
I looked at Yanna, who nodded.
“Go,” she said, “We’ve got him and your mom. I ordered dinner for your mom, and your dad will be moved to one of our privacy suites with all the amenities for your mom to rest comfortably tonight as well.”
I hugged and kissed Ajaih before hugging Yanna tightly and thanking her for making sure my father made it back to us.
And for the first time all day, I was able to breathe.
Noire was bathed in low amber light, the scent of cedar and rich tobacco curling through the air like incense. Noire was owned by Caleb himself. The atmosphere was smooth, masculine, and intimate, just the kind of place you could sink into and let the weight of the day melt off your shoulders.
JJ was already laughing, puffing on a mild cigar; he was a cigar lover, so a spot like Noire was right up his alley.
Caleb was behind the bar making drinks as he chopped it up with Knox, and Ahmir sat beside me on the leather couch, legs stretched out, relaxed as we talked about medical shit, mainly what it would take to go from nurse to doctor.
“So let me get this straight,” JJ said, looking between me, Caleb, Ahmir, and Knox, “Y’all out here living in this poly dreamland with Dr. Thick and fine as fuck, a fine ass wine lady, a goddess of a woman who looks like she was carved from honey and thunder who can fly planes and beat a nigga up, and I’m still single? ”
Knox snorted, “Sounds like jealousy.”
JJ pouted dramatically like a toddler. “Man, I been trying to find the woman of my dreams for years, you finally decide to swim in some pussy and you get blessed with the life I always dreamed of? You selfish,” he fussed, causing us all to crack up, Caleb almost spilling his drink laughing.
Right on cue, Dana appeared, jeans hugging her hips, skin glowing, a clipboard in one hand.
“Sorry to interrupt,” she said, smiling, “Just restocking the wine cellar.”
JJ looked up and blinked like he’d just seen a vision. “Hold up, hold up, hold up. Another fine Black woman? Where is this damn farm y’all keep harvesting from?”
Dana laughed, one hand on her hip, “You must be James Jr.”
“I must be blessed,” he replied, grinning.
Before she could respond, Knox stood and pulled her into his arms. He whispered something I couldn’t hear, but I saw the way her body leaned into him, the way his lips found the side of her neck.
The chemistry between them was electric, made with old tension and uncharted desire that hadn’t gone anywhere.
“Dana,” I said, clearing my throat, “This is my little brother. JJ, meet the wine lady, Dana.”
“Pleasure is mine,” she said with a wink.
“Please be mine,” he muttered jokingly.
Dana chuckled, hugging everyone goodbye, even JJ, “I have to run, meeting Ajaih and Yanna for dinner with your mom at the hospital; she requested girl time.”
I nodded, a smile warming my face, “Thanks for going.”
“Of course. We love her already.”
She blew us a kiss and left, and James Jr. stared at the door for a long second.
“Bruh,” he whispered, “Y’all really livin’ different.”
I leaned back, exhaling a long breath. “It’s been a hell of a week. But today, I feel relieved. Real relief.”
Caleb sat down across from us, cigar between his fingers. “You needed that. Your dad’s gonna be okay.”
Nodding, “Yeah. But it’s still complicated as hell. We weren’t close. He wasn’t exactly kind. And my mom, she just stood by.”
Caleb looked at me, eyes steady. “I know the feeling. My father was cruel, while my mom stayed quiet. For years, I couldn’t talk to either of them. Honestly, I never planned to again.”
“What changed?” I asked.
“She did,” he said simply.
“My mom did the work. Apologized, showed up, and proved she was different. And over time, I let her in again.”
I let that settle.
Caleb took a sip of his drink. “Redemption’s not in words, Mav.
It’s in presence, in action. If you feel your mom and dad are trying?
Really trying? You might wanna let them, and not for them, for you.
Allow yourself to have a level of peace you’ve never known because you’ve carried the weight of the pain they caused you for so many years. ”
I didn’t answer right away, but I knew he was right. Grace wasn’t forgetting; it was choosing to believe people could be better and letting them show you. Maybe it was time to see what my parents were willing to show me now.