Chapter 12 PLUTO MENSAH
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
While oiling my legs up, I spoke on the phone to Toni, leaning back against the headboard while the body oil soaked into my skin.
I had Kaylon’s bassinet pulled right beside the bed so I could see him, and he was knocked out with his little fist curled under his cheek.
I kept glancing at him while Toni talked my ear off, but her voice sounded lighter than it had in weeks.
It made me smile without even meaning to.
“Bitch, I swear,” Toni said, her voice loud and dramatic in my ear like she was standing right next to me in the room, “I ain’t never thought I’d be excited to sit in no damn therapist office but baby that lady done changed my whole life.
I walk out them sessions feelin’ like I just came out the baptism pool. ”
I laughed and shook my head. “You is so damn goofy,” I said, dragging the oil up my thigh. “But I’m happy for y’all. Therapy saved me and Pressure too. I know that feeling. It make you feel like… relieved, but also overwhelmed at the same time.”
“Right! Like damn, bitch, it’s that simple?” Toni said. “And don’t get me wrong, Kay’Lo still crazy. He just… controlled crazy. Like he not tryna shoot the refrigerator or nothin’.”
I snorted. “Not the refrigerator, Toni. Please.”
“I’m jus’ sayin’!” she said. “I feel like I got my nigga back. Even though he schizophrenic, I still love his crazy ass. He be lookin’ at me all soft like he scared to lose me, and it make me feel like a queen. I ain’t gon’ lie.”
I smiled because I could hear the truth in her voice. “I’m proud of you,” I said softly. “For real. You’re a great wife. I know that shit not easy. Mensah men? Girl, they somethin’ else, but when they love you… it hit different.”
Toni hummed loud into the phone. “Then this nigga been all over me. My pussy barely hangin’ on by a thread. That man been beggin’ for it ever since he got his diagnosis. Talkin’ about ‘baby, make love to me like I’m findin’ myself.’ What that even mean? I was confused.”
I burst out laughin’. “Toni, shut up. You bein’ ignorant now.”
“I’m bein’ honest!” she argued. “But I love him. Even when he get on my damn nerves, I love him.”
Before I could respond, she suddenly got quiet.
I frowned and sat up a little. “Toni? Hello?”
All I heard was heavy kissing and her breathing heavy like she forgot she was even on the phone. I didn’t even need to guess. I knew exactly who had walked through the damn door.
“Mmm… boy, move,” she whispered faint as hell, then another kiss smacked against the speaker.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes with a smile. “Lord, he home. Lemme go. Y’all nasty.”
She ain’t say shit back because she wasn’t even on the phone no more. I hung up on her myself and put my phone on the nightstand.
Kaylon shifted in his sleep, his little lips parting like he was dreaming something sweet. I leaned over the bassinet and fixed his blanket. The room was warm, dim and peaceful for a good ten minutes.
Then I felt that stare…
Pressure walked in like he owned the floor, the walls and the air I was breathing.
He had on some black sweatpants hanging low on his hips and not a damn shirt in sight, just tattoos and muscles and that “I want somethin’” energy all over his face.
He was looking at me like he was annoyed and horny at the same time, and that combination did something to me I didn’t wanna admit.
He closed the door slow, his eyes never leaving my legs.
“So…” he said, dragging the word like it had attitude. “I’m still on punishment?”
I twisted my mouth. “You’re not on punishment, Pressure.”
“Mm.” He walked closer, leaning against the dresser while his eyes followed my hand moving the oil up my other thigh. “So I can hit then?”
I blinked at him. “No.”
He scoffed like I told him the sky was purple. “Pluto, stop playin’. My dick hurt. I feel like I’m gon’ die.”
“You’re dramatic,” I said, laughing while I closed the bottle. “You don’t wanna pull out, and I’m not having another pregnancy scare. Kaylon is three months old. My insides haven’t even recovered from your big-headed child yet.”
He put a hand on his chest. “Big-headed child? He yours too.”
“Exactly,” I said. “Which is why I’m not gon’ have another one right now.”
Pressure rubbed his face, groaning. “Baby, come on. Why we arguin’ about this again? Just let me in it.”
“Then pull out.”
“No.”
“Pressure.”
“No.” He lifted his chin like a five-year-old. “I don’t do that.”
I pushed my hair behind my ear, feeling my patience get thin. “I’ll get on birth control then.”
His entire face twisted. “Hell no.”
“See?” I said, throwing my hands up. “You don’t want condoms. You don’t want birth control. You don’t want to pull out. So what you want me to do? Magically not get pregnant?”
He walked closer until his knee hit the mattress and his voice dropped. “I don’t trust that birth control shit. What if it make you sick or fuck up somethin’? I want more babies with you, but I want you healthy too.”
I stared at him because it was sweet… and ignorant at the same time.
“Pressure, I’m not having another baby back-to-back,” I said. “My body is tired.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand sliding up my oiled leg like he didn’t care about anything else. “Okay… so can I at least eat it?”
I paused.
He blinked at me, looking desperate and horny and completely unserious. “I ain’t even gotta fuck. Just let me taste my pussy, please.”
I covered my face because the way he said that had my stomach flippin’. “Pressure…”
“Baby, come on,” he whispered, kissing up my thigh. “I’m tryna compromise. I’m bein’ mature right now.”
I laughed. “You call this mature?”
“Yes.” He kissed higher. “This is maturity, Pluto. I’m growin’ as a man.”
I pushed his head back gently. “Fine. You can eat it.”
He froze. His eyes widened. “For real?”
“Yes.”
“But…” I lifted a finger, “you gotta put a condom on.”
He blinked like I slapped him.
“On my mouth?”
“No, idiot,” I said. “On your dick in case you get carried away.”
He leaned back like he heard the worst news of his life. “Pluto, I’m not puttin’ no condom on my dick to eat your pussy.”
“Then I guess you don’t want none.”
He stared at me.
I stared back.
Then he ran his tongue over his teeth slow, annoyed but turned on, looking like he was weighing the options in his head.
“You really gon’ cockblock us like this?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He dragged a hand down his face and muttered something under his breath that sounded like a prayer and a threat at the same time.
But his eyes were hungry, soft and obsessed.
“A’ight,” he said finally, his voice low as he crawled up the bed. “But I’m warnin’ you now, baby. If I put that condom on, I’m still eatin’ you like a nigga that’s been missin’ you for months.”
I bit my lip while he hovered over me, kissin’ the inside of my knee slow and deep like he had all night to convince me otherwise.
“Pressure,” I whispered, my voice shaking in a way I hoped he didn’t catch. But he did.
He smirked.
“You already foldin’,” he murmured against my thigh. “And I ain’t even touched your pussy yet.”
And as his mouth dragged higher, my body told me I was in more trouble than I wanted to admit.
I reached over, grabbed the box of condoms I bought and slid it across his chest.
“Then put it on,” I said.
He laughed low, like he couldn’t believe I was making him do this, but he opened the box and tore the wrapper with his teeth while keeping his eyes locked on me with that playful, dominant glow burning behind them.
“Whatever you say, Mrs. Mensah.”
And I knew right then…
I was done for.
“Pressure,” I moaned, digging my nails into his waves as his mouth worked slow between my thighs.
He had my legs propped on his shoulders, and every time his tongue brushed that same soft spot on my pussy, my hips lifted straight off the mattress.
He was taking his time and kissing me like he missed the taste of me in ways he couldn’t say out loud, letting every slow, deep lick tell me exactly who he was to me and who I was to him.
He lifted his head just enough to look at me, his lips wet and shining, his eyes dark and full of that possessive need I could never run from, and before I could even catch my breath, he dropped his mouth back down to my pussy and kissed it like he had been starving for it.
His tongue slid slow over my clit, and I felt the heat rush straight through my body, pulling a sound out of me I couldn’t hold back.
“Pressure… oh my God,” I whispered, my voice shaking so bad it barely sounded like me.
He wrapped his arms under my thighs and held me exactly where he wanted me, his mouth opening wider while he sucked my clit slow and deep, letting every pull drag another gasp out of my chest. His tongue flicked against the tip, gentle at first, then deeper, then slower again like he wanted to tease every reaction out of me.
“Baby, you taste so damn good,” he moaned against me, and the vibration made my whole stomach tighten. “I missed my pussy.”
My hands slid back into his waves, and even though I tried to keep my hips still, my body kept rising to meet his mouth because he was hitting the perfect spot with every lick.
He licked me in slow, lazy circles that made my toes curl, then he sucked again, harder this time, and my voice cracked as the pressure built up inside me.
“Baby… please don’t stop… I can’t… it feels too good…”
He groaned into my pussy like the sound of my voice did something to him he couldn’t fight, and he held me tighter, his hands gripping my thighs so I couldn’t move anywhere except deeper into his mouth.
He spread me open with his thumbs and slid his tongue inside me, moving slow and deep until my thighs shook around his shoulders.
My breath turned into a chain of shaky little moans because my body was winding up fast, and I could feel it coming before I could even tell him.
“Baby… Pressure, I’m… I’m right there… please…”