Chapter 10
Ten
Elias
I ’d returned to Toledo the day before and asked Javon, Dutton, and Emmet, who’d just returned from a one-month-long trip for work, to meet me at a local bar and grill not far from my house to give them an update.
“I asked y’all to meet me to share some very important news,” I announced.
“Spit it out, Bruh,” Emmet urged.
“I got a job at Hollister and Michaels, and I’m moving to Chicago.”
“That’s wassup!”
“Congratulations!”
“That’s great news.”
My brother and friends spoke at the same time, but I heard each of their congratulatory remarks.
“Thank you. I’m excited and feeling good about the move.”
“With the shit Raven is putting you through, I can’t say I blame you. Have you told Mom and Dad?” Emmet asked.
He wasn’t in town when I returned from Punta Cana, but I’d kept him up to date with that situation.
“I told them as soon as I got the job offer. They’re excited, but of course, Ma talked about how much she’d miss me.”
“You’ve always been a mama’s boy, and this will be the first time you haven’t lived in Toledo. She’s used to you being around.”
Emmet attended Howard University and remained in DC for several years after earning his master’s degree.
He moved home after getting married and having his first child about eight years ago.
His wife, Aliana, wasn’t close to her family, so he thought it made sense to move closer to ours because he traveled a lot for work, and my parents could help with my nieces when needed.
“When are you moving?” Dutton asked.
“I gotta be outta the house a week from today, and I start work in two weeks.”
“That’s not a long timeline,” Dutton replied.
“It’s not, but remember, I’ve been sleeping on an air mattress for the past two months, and most of my large pieces of furniture were ruined. I’m pretty much starting from scratch.”
“True,” the three of them said.
“My issue is finding somewhere to live in Chicago. The closer you are to downtown, the more expensive it is. If you don’t know shit about the city, you could end up in the hood.”
“Can the company help you with that?” Javon asked.
“They offered, but I declined.”
“Why the fuck would you do that?” Emmet questioned.
Although Karla had been on my mind nonstop, I hadn’t told anyone about her. Once I shared the story, my boys would think she was the reason I’d decided to move to Chicago, and they wouldn’t be wrong.
“I met a woman in Punta Cana,” I began.
“Aww, shit!”
“Oh, hell nah!”
“In Punta Cana?”
“Damn! Let me finish,” I barked.
“Go ’head, man,” Javon urged.
“I met a woman in Punta Cana, and after we hooked up, she ghosted me. She happens to live in Chicago.”
“In other words, you’re chasing pussy,” Dutton commented.
“That shit must be good as fuck!” Javon added.
“Aye, y’all chill on my lady before I fuck y’all up,” I warned before giving them more details.
Thankfully, they let me talk with no more interruptions or side comments. When I finished, they had a better understanding, but still talked shit.
“The job sounds promising, and with this shit going on with Raven, starting somewhere new is probably a good move. As nice as Karla sounds, she has some baggage,” Emmet said.
“Two kids and an ex-husband? Ain’t no way I’m dealing with that, especially since I’m child free,” Javon said.
“Everybody has their share of baggage. Hell, with the shit I got going on, I’m the last person to judge,” I told them.
“She must be something special, Bruh. I hope it works out. If her ex is on some bullshit, we’re just a phone call and a few hours away,” my brother offered.
“I’m not worried about that nigga. They seem to co-parent well, but she don’t fuck with him concerning shit but their daughters.”
“That’s what all baby mamas say,” Javon said.
“She’s an ex-wife, not a baby mama, and she divorced him because he cheated. I already told you to chill.”
The three of them looked at each other before breaking out in laughter.
“He’s already gone!”
“Ain’t no turning back now!”
“His nose is wide open!”
What they said was true, so I didn’t deny it. After they had their fill of fucking with me, we moved on to other subjects and enjoyed some food and drinks.
It had been three weeks since Karla and I decided to pursue something more than sex. With the move, starting the new job, and the alternating custody schedule Karla and her husband had in place, today was the first time we could spend some real time together without rushing or watching the time.
Over the past three weeks, we’d done a lot of texting and FaceTiming, which had allowed us a chance to get to know each other a little more without the temptation of ripping each other’s clothes off. After convincing Mona to give me Karla’s address, I was able to pull off a few surprise deliveries.
During our conversations, I found out her favorite neighborhood restaurants and the meals she loved from them.
After sending her lunch for a whole week, she demanded I stop because she claimed her waistline was expanding.
I didn’t give a damn about her waistline, but I did try to choose healthier meals moving forward.
While on FaceTime, I noticed she liked fresh flowers and had some delivered every other day for the next week. She was so touched by the gesture that she was almost brought to tears. One afternoon, we were both able to sneak away and meet in my hotel room for lunch.
Even though our time was short, I had the room decorated with roses and fake candles. She couldn’t contain her emotions that day, and I kissed away all her tears before eating her pussy and fucking her nice and slow. We were late getting back to work, but it was more than worth it.
It was Sunday, and her kids would be with their father for the week. I had to admit, my six-foot-two, two-hundred-and-sixty-pound ass was giddy about getting out of my hotel room and spending a few days with Karla.
For our first night, we decided to cook together, so she ordered all the items we needed from the grocery store near her house, and I picked them up.
When I arrived, she greeted me with a smile.
I expected to start cooking right away, but Karla had other plans.
She wore an oversized T-shirt, and once I put the bags on the table, I couldn’t help but reach underneath to see if she was naked.
When I felt her bare ass, my dick jumped.
“This what you on?” I asked, picking her up and sitting her on the island countertop.
“This is my normal Sunday evening attire when I don’t have the girls.”
“Are you teasing me?”
“We haven’t known each other long, but I think you know I’m not a tease.”
“Does that mean you want me to devour your pussy as an appetizer?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
As I lifted her legs to my shoulders, she eased her back onto the surface.
I slipped my arms underneath her thighs to bring her pussy closer to my face.
Before diving in, I leaned forward, pressing my nose against her clit and inhaling.
She shivered when my tongue connected with her clit.
A sticky, clear layer of her essence coated my tongue, helping it glide over and between her lips with ease.
“Ooh, yes. Just like that, baby,” she whispered, already breathless.
I continued to apply soft strokes with my tongue over her pussy until my need to devour her took over. She palmed my head with both hands, trying to control my movements, but I couldn’t allow that. With one of my arms still wrapped around her thigh, I secured her wrists against her stomach.
Her moans turned into groans, and her groans turned into screams. She went from urging me to keep going to begging me to stop in a matter of seconds. It didn’t matter what she did or said. I wouldn’t stop until I got what I wanted, which was her juices covering my face.
When she exploded, her ass was in a puddle of her juices, and my beard was soaked in her nectar.
I pushed my sweats down and began stroking my dick.
He was so anxious to be inside her, I knew he wouldn’t last long.
I pulled Karla up to a sitting position, moved her ass to the edge of the counter, and pushed my dick inside her.