Chapter 17
Dreu
Iwas stretched out on the couch happy to be back home finally after spending my entire day with Jatavia. My feet rested in her lap, as her thumbs pressed into the arches of my feet with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Fuck, you gone make a nigga sing Pancakes.” I closed my eyes enjoying the feel of her soft ass hands.
“Dreu, stay still.” She warned.
She twisted and squeezed her hands around my ankles then worked her way from my heel up to the ball of my foot. She dug her thumbs in just enough to make my toes curl.
“Mmm.” I grunted out.
She pressed her fingers harder into the balls of my feet and I howled.
“Dreu, I swear you dramatic as hell.” She giggled.
All day we’d been out, shopping, eating, and laughing at each other jokes like we had no responsibilities.
We rode through the city, hitting a couple of popular boutiques.
Before we drove back to Breeze City we stopped deep in L.A to get street tacos.
It felt good to have a free day from the studio and just be in her presence.
I tried to return the favor. I reached down, caught one of her feet and started rubbing a little clumsily since her thumbs kept pressing into the center of my foot.
“You fighting my foot.” She laughed.
“Yeah, I’m fighting this shit like I’ve been fighting my beats lately.” I chuckled the words out.
When I didn’t hear her laugh, I opened my eyes and took her in for a while.
Jatavia looked focused. Her plump lip was caught between her teeth. Her perfectly arched brows were slightly furrowed as she worked her hands into my foot like she was undoing knots I didn’t even know I had.
“You gotta stop doing that.” She spoke softly then looked me in the eyes.
“What?” I asked.
“Stop insulting yourself… Especially when your people have found you Dreu. I know you say stuff like that to beat others to the punchline, but I don’t think it’s cool.” She slowed her movements just a little.
She kept on massaging, her thumbs traced slow circles along the veins on top of my foot.
I sat stunned because nobody in my circle ever corrected the way that I talked.
I started insulting myself around others because I got tired of people talking shit about the way that I rapped.
I truly enjoyed everything about creating a song.
It calmed me whenever I stepped into the booth.
This year, I found it hard to stay focused on my craft.
I start second guessing myself because I had gotten too caught up focusing on all the negativity along with the shit I saw on the internet.
People didn’t realize that rappers, singers, actors and so on were all human being.
I could take constructive criticism but some of the disrespect became a little discouraging.
“You have real fans that love how raw you are. You say what you feel even when it ain’t perfect. You make ratchet music for people to feel good and dance to…then you make real music that people can feel especially when they going through stuff.” She searched my eyes for a moment.
“I be off beat, Tavia.” I scoffed under my breath hating that I sounded like a bitch complaining.
I desperately tried to stay on beat most of the time. Half the time, I got a little too excited when I heard a fire ass beat.
“Shit be making me feel like I should give up sometimes.” I uttered lowly.
Her hands stilled on my foot, and I felt the shift in both of our moods before she said a word.
“Don’t do that.” She said sternly.
“Just last night… my Instagram was at zero followers.” She cocked her head to the side.
“Right now, my followers are at two hundred thousand. I know most are just following because they nosey and obsessed with you.” She giggled lightly.
“But at the end of the day, you the reason they follow ‘Atmospheres By Tavia’. You think people be screaming your name give a damn about some technical perfection? We had to walk through the mall with security detail because people was trying to attack you because of the love they have for you. They feel your energy and how honest you are in your raps. You out here giving people confidence.” She leaned down and kissed the top of my big toe.
“Whoaaaa!” I chuckled.
She looked up at me with a devious smile.
I swear this woman was so damn sexy without even trying to be.
Jatavia had her hair pressed bone straight with a part down the middle.
It fell a little past her shoulders and was silky as hell.
Today I couldn’t get enough of running my rough fingers through her scalp.
“You like that, Big D.” She smiled.
“Hell yeah, but I want to suck all over your pretty toes though.” I told her.
The way her soft plump lips felt against my now greased up feet felt good as hell. I was ready to say fuck the massage and eat her pussy until it was dry.
“I watched all your videos. I only focus on the good comments. You don’t even realize the effect that you have on people do you?”
My chest tightened. I stared up at the ceiling clenching my jaw as emotions crawled up my throat uninvited.
“I be hard on myself,” I admitted quietly.
“I know, that’s why I’m telling you to stop. That shit not funny, so don’t expect me to laugh when you say negative shit like that about yourself.”
We both remained silent. Her hands moved again, thumbs digging into a spot that made me sigh out in relief. Shit felt too damn good while she had me in tuned with my emotions.
“You don’t got to be the best rapper in the world. Just be Big D,” she laughed softly. “That’s who the fuck they coming to see, Otis!” She said animated.
I laughed as something warm and familiar spread through my chest thicker than pride and ego… Love.
It reminded me of the type of love Jatavia dished out probably without even realizing it. It was the kind of love that corrected you gently instead of breaking you down.
Her love was raw, unfiltered, the sort that peeled your layers back and made you face every part of yourself, the good and the ugly. She poured herself into me with every touch, every look, like she was trying to stitch up the place’s life had split me wide open and left me doubtful.
With her, love didn’t mean hiding the rough edges or pretending the pain wasn’t there.
It was in the way she held my gaze when I couldn’t find the words, in the softness of her palm on my chest as if to steady my heartbeat, in the way she called out Big D but never let me forget who Dreu was underneath all that bravado.
Her love felt like coming home after a storm, drenched and shivering, and finding a fire burning just for you.
She made a nigga feel special, seen, and fully loved without no pressure.
“Alexa!” I licked my lips.
“Play B2K ‘Everything’” I stood up slowly waiting for the beat to drop with a silly smirk on my face.
“Dreu!” Jatavia laughed.
“Nah, you making me want to turn into an R and B nigga. I gotta sing to you baby. Get my weed tray and roll up, while I serenade you.” I told her as I stepped from side to side.
She was a fit of giggles and that shit made her look even more sexy. She tucked strands of hair behind her ear, crossed her thick short legs and watched me with passion dancing in her brown eyes.
“When I’m out on the roadddd, going from show to show… told my homie Romeo, how much I miss you so. I don’t know how much longer it’ll be… I’m missing you, wanting you… and I really want to talk to you.” I sang to the best of my ability but knew that shit sounded all kinds of chopped and screwed.
Jatavia got up from the couch and walked right into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head up against me. One of her hands slid up and down my back in a comforting motion. I leaned down, inhaled her scent from the top of her scalp.
“You really believe that?” I asked lowly.
“With my whole heart, baby. You special as hell, you got to feel it, know it, and accept that shit.” She said without hesitation.
That did it. Before I could stop myself from choking up a tear escaped my right eye. Not wanting to fuck Jatavia’s hair up with my water works, I pulled her closer and rested my forehead against hers. For a moment, we inhaled each other.
“Damn Pancakes,” I sniffled and shook my head. “You really my soul mate, I’m madly in love with you Ma.” I kissed the tip of her nose then between her eyes.
“You special as fuck too… I want you to know that and embrace it as well. Every part of you is beautiful, even the parts you think is imperfect baby. I love all of you. I’m obsessed as hell with your smile, your presence, all these thick ass curves…
and this big ass booty.” I reached behind her to grab a handful.
She blushed and did that look away out of nervousness thing that she did whenever I praised her. Soon she wouldn’t look away, she would be confident in each word that I spoke to her.
“Good. I love you too, baby.” She smiled softly then kissed my lips.
In this moment I told myself that it didn’t matter whatever beat I missed or whatever timing I fought… Jatavia was right on time in my life. I felt her love in every word she spoke, I saw it in her eyes and I wasn’t letting go.
I slid my hand into her hair and massaged her scalp with my fingertips.
“Squeeze them thick ass thighs together and tell me how wet I got you.” I slapped her on the ass.
Her eyes fluttered as she did exactly what I told her.
“Wet as fuck.” She moaned out.
I moved her aside so I could kiss the nape of her neck and move my hands down to her thick thighs. I drew her dress up smoothly with the tip of my fingers then made her sexy ass spread her pretty thighs for me. She gasped as I slid her panties to the side then dropped down to my knees.
I grabbed the bottom of her stomach, squeezed it then lifted it so that all I could see was the top of her fat waxed mound. I kissed the top of it then licked downward turning my head to the side to split her wet lips.
“Dreuuu.” She moaned out.
She tasted good as hell. I ran my tongue up and down her center, tickled her tunnel then focused on her swollen clit. Her entire body shook; I tried to spell my name in cursive against her as I pulled her panties down.
“I want you to keep saying my fucking name baby.” I murmured against her flesh.
I pulled at her waist until most of her pussy was smothering my face. Slowly, I pulled her with me until she had no other choice but to lower herself down to her knees as I laid back pulling her up until she was planted right on my face. I gripped her ass cheeks tightly and dove right in.
“Ohhhh, Dreu!” Her thighs trembled as she cried out.
She inhaled sharply as I started to suck on her clit. I could feel her juices in in my beard and leaking down my neck. I loved the sound of her sniveling and moaning as I guided her by her ass to ride my face harder.
“Babyyy.” Her voice shook, right along with her body.
I stuck my tongue right in her snug wet hole right as she started to cum. I drunk her down then flicked my tongue around her clit a couple of times before gliding her down smoothly off my face.
“Hmmm baby, that felt so damn good.” She groaned the words out, legs still shaking.
I pulled at the thin straps of her gown and lowered it until her titties bounced out hitting me right in the face.
I palmed each side, squeezed them together and sucked on her nipples with the right amount of pressure.
Flicking my tongue over the hard peaks of her nipples, I bit down until Jatavia started to glide her pussy up and down my stomach.
“You ready for this dick?” I asked teasing at the tips of her nipples.
“I am.” She moaned out.
I looked up into her eyes and saw that they were glazed over with pure lust and hunger. It was time for me to stamp my name all around the inside and outside of her.