KYRIE
“Oh, my god, Fallen you are so nosey.” Blaine laughed.
She was whispering in an attempt not to wake me up, but I had been up for a few hours.
In addition, to suffering from insomnia when I actually could sleep it was never more than a few hours and I was usually awake by four or five in the morning.
This morning was no different even with Blaine’s pretty ass snoring beside me.
For years I imagined what it would feel like to have her pretty ass in my arms and like a dream come true here she was.
“I’ll be home soon; I’m still coming in for my shift and I signed up for an extra shift at the club tonight too. Drove around my ass, dad didn’t do anything special for her last night?”
I watched as she rose from the bed, still on the phone, dressed in a sheer bra and panty set.
Her ass and thighs shook with each step she took making it impossible for me to keep my eyes off her.
Our eyes met, she paused, blew me a kiss and turned away from me giving me a breathtaking view.
I wanted to bend her over and plunge inside her, but I knew she was on the phone with her sister, so I gave her some privacy and went down to get my duffle bag out my truck instead.
When I came back in the room, I heard the shower running so I reached out to my niggas running the traps to make sure shit was going as planned.
“Where you at?” Jamar asked when I answered the phone.
“At The Four Seasons, what’s up?”
When Blaine called and asked me to meet her at the hotel, I wasted no time meeting her here. I didn’t tell Jamar what I had planned because I almost felt like the shit was a set up at least until I got here.
“Oh shit. You went all out, I ain’t think you was gon’ give up on Blaine, but shit I feel you.”
“I already checked in, we good, you straight?” I changed the subject.
“Nah, I might need you to run interference for me when I pull up on Fallen, she still ignoring me and shit?—”
“Interference? Fuck you talking about?” I laughed.
“Man, I’m going up to Fallen’s store later, she ain’t work yesterday, but I paid one of her co-workers to send me her schedule so, I’ma pull up on her and make her talk to me.” He explained.
“I know you want to talk to her and that’s cool, but you got a baby due in a few days, you talked to Eb?”
“Man, I called her dumb ass yesterday, I tried to be civilized with her, but all she want to do is argue and shit. I swear I don’t know how I’ma raise a kid with this bitch yo.”
“I don’t have any advice for you, but whatever you need, I got you.” I assured him.
“I know and I appreciate that shit, I’ma hit you later.” He told me before he hung up just in time for me to watch Blaine come out of the bathroom.
Steam floated around her as she stepped further into the room gaining my full attention.
“You didn’t have to get off the phone on my account.”
While she focused on pulling clothes from the light pink bookbag on the bed in front of her I eyed the towel wrapped around her waist that was dangerously close to coming undone.
I could tell I was making her nervous by the way she was trying to ignore my eyes on her.
I slid closer to her and pulled the book bag from her hands.
“What are you—give me my bag!” She leaned towards me but stopped when the towel dropped exposing her body.
“Don’t.” I shook my head when she attempted to cover herself back up.
I grabbed the towel and forced her from beside me until she was standing between my legs.
She snatched the ends of the towel out of my grasp and tied it back around her breasts.
I bit my bottom lip as my hand made contact with her exposed damp thigh inching closer to the heat radiating from between her legs.
I leaned back on my forearms and stared into her dark brown eyes.
“Blaine, I want to kick with you for the day.”
I watched as she nervously played with her hair as she looked everywhere, but at me.
“Why you nervous? I mean—I bite, but you like that shit.” I smirked.
“Nigga!” She laughed before swatting my hands from under her towel. “I gotta work both jobs today so?—”
I snatched her towel off her and dug my hands into her hips forcing her into my lap preventing her from getting up.
“Finish what you was saying.” I grinned.
“I have to work.” She draped her arms on my shoulders as she stared at me.
“When you get off then?” My hands found her nipples and her lips landed on mine. “I work at the club tonight too; I don’t get off until the club closes.” She spoke softly. “Ain’t nothing like a busy woman.” I rubbed her damp back as I spoke.
“You can pick me up from the club tonight.”
“Aight, call me later.”
I kissed her softly, but she wrapped her arms around my neck locking us in place.
Her eyes bore into mine before she pushed me on my back and turned around giving me the perfect view of her bare ass.
I smacked her cheeks and watched them jiggle while she pushed my basketball shorts down my thighs and pushed my semi-hard dick towards the back of her throat.
“Damn.” I groaned when her small fingers massaged my balls without missing a beat.
I was trying to hold back, but her head game was top notch so, I pushed two fingers deep inside her and started my assault.
She was dripping wet in no time, with her juices leaking around my fingers every time I pushed into her.
She broke the suction grip her mouth had on me with a loud popping sound and used her hands to stroke me while she positioned her opening perfectly.
I gripped her waist while she eased down until I was filling her up.
It took her a minute to get her rhythm, but once she found it, she pushed my hands away from her.
“Just watch.” She glanced over her shoulder.
So, I put my hands behind my head and enjoyed the show she was putting on. Blaine was showing out and it was taking everything in me not to moan or grip the sheets.
“Shit, girl.” I groaned unable to hold back anymore.
Blaine’s moans were music to my hears and once I felt her walls tighten around me I grabbed her waist and pounded into her until she was galloping in my lap.
“I’m cummin” She cried out and her walls put me in a death grip. “Me too.” I groaned digging my hands into her hips.
“Housekeeping!” The knock at the door reminded us we both had to go. “Give us a minute!” She yelled through the door as she climbed out my lap.
She went into the bathroom for a few minutes and when she came out she had two rags, one in each hand. I watched as she used one to wash me off and the other to rinse the soap away. She used the towel that was once wrapped around her naked body to dry my dick off.
“What?” She grinned seeing me stare at her.
“You, man. You got me staring at yo pretty ass, planning shit.” I laughed.
“Is that a bad thing?” She frowned propping her hands on her wide hips.
I bit my bottom lip and shook my head as I fought to look away from her.
“I don’t do shit like this.” I dug in my bag for clean clothes.
“You don’t do what? Fuck hoes in hotel rooms?” She laughed as she redressed.
“Nah, not really. I mean I have, but not like this, maybe in a little thirty or forty dollar a night spot and I damn sure ain’t spend the night. Shit, I ain’t stay long enough to wash my dick.”
“Such a nigga.” She rolled her eyes.
“Aye, most of us ain’t shit, but we ain’t gon’ tell you that.” “You right.” She nodded.
I watched her as she finished dressing and moved about the room changing the light bulbs and putting shit back in her bag. I wanted to say something, but I could tell by the
look on her face that she had something on her mind. I opened my mouth to ask what was on her mind, but I stopped myself, when she was ready she would come to me.
***
“I thought you was going to fuck with Fallen?” Jamar moved about his parent’s room opening drawers, going through ‘em looking for something.
“Richie punk ass came to see me.” He laughed as he looked at me.
“Ah, shit, Sam went crying to her daddy cause you took her girl.” I laughed.
“Nigga tried to press me about them bitch ass diamonds Pops got robbed for.” He shook his head.
“What? Man fuck that nigga. Why would Pops have his shit to begin with?”
“Ion know and I don’t give a fuck either, that nigga grimy and I ain’t trying to have that nigga snooping around.”
“So, what you looking for?”
“Some bullshit bank info Richie claim they shared.” He shrugged.
“Jamar, fuck that nigga and fuck his daughter too. You already know what I’m on.” “I know.” He laughed. “Pops wouldn’t want that shit, he?—”
“He would want to be alive, that’s what the fuck he would want.
You think if he knew his brother was on some fuck shit with his sons, he would let that shit fly?
Cause I know for a fact he wouldn’t, I know you be on some peace type shit, but fuck that nigga.
He want them diamonds back then he should get out here and put in some work to find ‘em, he want whatever money is in that damn bank account then he better get out here and figure that shit out.” I shrugged.
“You just don’t give a fuck about nothing?” He laughed.
“Jamar, fuck that old ass nigga, fuck his daughter and whoever else that fuck with that nigga. The last time you heard from him we was putting Pops in the ground, now he come around wanting money, nah, we ain’t giving that bitch ass nigga a fucking thang.” I shook my head.
Jamar nodded his head before a smirk slowly appeared on his face, “I’m wit it.” Before I could reply his phone rang and he groaned seeing the name on the display. “Yo!” he answered as he sat on the bed. “Oh, shit I’m on my way.”
“What’s up?” I frowned as he stood and moved past me.
“Ebony in labor, I gotta go to the hospital.”
“Say less.” I nodded. “Let’s go.”