29. Isaac
29
Isaac
“Yeah, this is Isaac Jackson calling to check in.”
“Are you driving right now?”
Thompson’s voice was gruff like Gaither’s, and his attitude was nasty like the PO I had the first time I got probation. Officer West.
“Yeah. I’m hands free.”
“Good.” I heard typing sounds in the background. “Are you working?”
“Not at the moment. I’m applying,” I lied.
“What does that mean? Once? Twice? Ongoing?”
“Ongoing, Officer.”
“Hmm. I see your last UA was recent. You failed.”
“Yep. Won’t happen again.”
“Yes, well, to that end, I’m scheduling you for a test Wednesday morning.”
“I’ll be there.”
Punk ass trying to catch me slipping. Never again.
Zay taught me my lesson.
Me and Vic had the basketball court to ourselves at Summerville Rec, which meant I could school his ass privately and minimize his humiliation. I don’t even know why he tried me like he did. He’d always been the worst out of the three of us, despite the fact that he played in high school, and we didn’t. It was a paradox I enjoyed very much.
After I whooped his ass, I went back by my place for a quick shower before heading over to the meddling woman’s apartment.
We had some things to talk about.
She’d been dodging all my calls for days now. I was cool giving her space, especially since I was still a little irritated, but enough was enough.
I called one more time on the way, just so that I wasn’t popping up on her, but I got the voicemail again.
Either you tried to ghost me or something’s wrong with your phone. Either way, I’m coming over
She didn’t look surprised to see me when she opened the door. She also didn’t look happy.
“Can I come in?”
She crossed her arms. “That depends.”
“On?”
“Are you mad at me?”
“Yes.”
“Then, no. Just tell me here and get it over with.”
“Tell you what?”
“That you don’t wanna see me anymore.”
“Why would I tell you that?”
“Because I called your brother.”
“It’s hot out here. Can I come in or not?”
She opened the door all the way, leaving room for Pinkie and Brownie to charge at me.
I went to my knees and held my arms open. They went to town on me, and I took it, because it had been a minute, and I lowkey missed the little mongrels.
“Alright, enough of that,” I told them, standing up to give their mother some attention.
“You want something to eat?” she said quietly.
“I just wanna talk to you.”
“Okay, first of all, I’m sorry. I meant well, I really did. I—“
“Zay. I wasn’t mad about that. Mostly irritated, but I was mad because I thought you were ghosting me.”
“Why would you think that?”
“You didn’t return my calls. Your phone’s been going to voicemail.”
“I wasn’t ghosting you. I just needed time to think. Plus, I felt guilty.”
“Why?”
She blew out a sigh. “You’re really not mad that I called your brother?”
“I’m really not mad. Listen, I have a lot of faults, but I can tell when people mean well. And I know you did.”
“I really did.”
I tilted my head and stared into her eyes. “You really like me, huh?”
“More than anything else, I care about your wellbeing and your progress. But yeah, I do.”
I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her waist. “How was your day, sweetheart?”
“Wait, don’t try to smooth talk me. What happened with…whatever you were doing?”
“I figured some things out. Stay tuned.”
“But you’re okay?”
“I’m okay.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re a good woman, you know that?”
“I try to be. Thank you for seeing it.”
“Thank you for letting me receive it.”
She nodded. “Now that I know you’re okay, you can commence the smooth talking.”
I smiled. “You sure that’s what you want?”
“I want a lot of things, Isaac.”
“Like what?”
She blinked slowly, mesmerizing me with her lashes. “You know what.”
“I think I do, but let’s make sure.”
She laughed. “You. I want you. I wanna kiss you. I wanna touch you. I want you to touch me. I want you to make love to me.”
Her eyes dropped to my jeans. “I see you want the same things.”
“I do. But I’m starting to worry you only want me for my body.”
Her soft lips brushed my neck, making me harder. “So what if I do?”
“I’ll get over it.”
With the dogs on our heels, we went to her bedroom. I ignored their whining, shutting the door in their faces, reminding myself to give them treats later.
While she undressed, I pulled out my phone. “I should have showed you this before.” I navigated to my doctor’s portal and handed it to her.
Her eyes flickered over the information while I freed my dick from the confines of my jeans.
“Everything checks out,” she said. “Thank you, Mr. Jackson. I approve.”
“Alright then, Officer. I’ma need you to get on all fours and arch that back for me. One of us is getting violated tonight, and it damn sure ain’t me.”
Her eyes widened. “From behind? I don’t know if I can—“
“Turn around,” I said. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
My dick swelled painfully when she turned around and exposed herself to me. I sucked in a breath and approached her slowly. Pussy, pretty. Asshole, pretty. Juices, flowing. She was so fucking perfect.
However…
“We have an issue we need to resolve.” I climbed up behind her and sandwiched my dick between her cheeks. “Something you need to apologize for.”
“What did I do?”
I palmed her pretty brown cheeks. “You took away my freedom.”
“I—“
WAP!
Her right cheek jiggled from the momentum of the slap I’d just delivered to it. Her desperate yell made me harder.
“Did you think I forgot?”
“I—“
WAP!
The left cheek followed suit. They both took on a pink tint as the blood flowed to the pain points. Wisely, she didn’t say a word.
“You told me you were just doing your job.”
Silence.
“FYI, I’m ‘bout to do mine.”
I spread her cheeks and bent low, getting into position so I could eat her pussy from the back. Her moans were timid, like she was scared to make a sound, and that’s exactly how I wanted her. Over and over, I lapped at her clit until her body shook, suckling it until her fists balled up. As soon as she came, I sank into her. The moan that came out of me as she sucked me in, inch-by-inch, was animalistic. Shit felt so fucking good.
But I had to focus on the lesson at hand.
I grabbed her hips and squeezed. “Tell me you’re sorry.”
“I’m sor—ohhhhh!”
Alternating long strokes and slaps stole the words right off her lips.
“Tell me, Zay.”
“I—I’m trying!”
“Don’t try. Say the fucking words.”
“I’m sorryyyyyy…oh God. Isaac, please!”
She tried to run, but I held her in place.
“Nah, fuck you, Officer. This ain’t no high-speed chase. Take this dick.”
“Isaac…”
“You was all big and bad with my life in your hands. Now you’re at my mercy. How that shit feel, huh?”
“It feels…so good…”
WAP!
“I don’t want it to feel good,” I lied. “This is a lesson.”
“I’m sorry. Baby, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
Fuck. That begging shit almost made me bust.
“You gotta earn my forgiveness, Officer.” I eased up on my strokes, for her sake and mine. “It won’t come that easy.”
“What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything.”
“Fuck me. Throw that shit back, baby.”
I stilled my body and watched her work, mesmerized by the way she bounced that shit for me, rhythmic and aggressive, but with a softness that made my heart and my dick swell.
“Goddamn. Baby, you feel so good.” I locked my fingers behind my head and enjoyed the fucking show. “Tell me again.”
“I’m sorry.” It came out breathless and ragged. “I was wrong.”
“ Fuck,” I gritted out as my balls tightened.
Who knew accountability turned me on?
“Where you want this nut?”
I grabbed her hips again and met her stroke for stroke.
“Anywhere you want,” she moaned. “I told you I’ll do anything.”
“Anywhere, huh?” Harder. Faster.
“Yes!”
I pulled out just in time, aiming directly at her asshole. That motherfucker had been winking at me the whole time, so I gave it some love, shooting off against it, using my hand to stroke myself through my release and squeeze out every last drop.
After I caught my breath, I got a washcloth out of her linen closet and wet it with warm water. I cleaned her up, laughing when I found her still in position after I tossed the rag in the hamper.
“Lesson’s over, baby.”
She collapsed on her back, and I laid down next to her.
“So how you been?”
She sighed. “I’ve been good.”
“How’s the baby?”
“Pinky?” Her face lit up at my nod. “You saw her. She’s back to her normal self.”
“So her normal self is wildin’? Good to know.”
“It just means she likes you.”
“Nah, don’t clean it up. She don’t care who comes through the door, huh? Pinky’s for the streets.”
“Shut up!”
“How’s work?”
“It’s…work. Up and down with the clients. Mostly up.”
“Of course.”
“I have a project I’m working on. It’s in the early stages, but it’s something I’m really passionate about.”
“Tell me about it.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “You really wanna know?”
“I really wanna know.”
“The goal is to reach offenders before they offend. Long before they get into our system. It’s gonna be a community initiative. Non-profit. From my research, there isn’t much going on in the community here in Summerville. BillCo has their community centers, but none of it is really reaching people where they are, if that makes sense.”
“It does. What’s the plan?”
“I need volunteers. Experts. I envision events where teenagers and young people can learn how to do things. Get introduced to things, like the stock market, fine dining, different kinds of music, acting, travel. I know it sounds big, but I believe I can make it happen. I even have a whole Pinterest board with stuff related to it. That’s how I operate.”
“Pinterest,” I repeated. “How did you come up with all that?”
“In my social work program. The research is consistent on prevention.”
“So, you’ve always wanted to help people. Even when you were young.”
“I have.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. It’s just in me.”
“What about the constant positivity? Where did that come from?”
“When I think back on it…my parents. They were a positive influence on me. Always telling me to look for the silver lining. I guess it stuck.”
“Hmm. That’s interesting.”
“Why?”
“I guess I’m more of a realist. I just wonder if that was their way of sheltering you.”
“From what?”
“I don’t know these people, I don’t know. Just spitballin’.” I pecked her lips. “Your parents still together?”
“They are. Thirty-four years. It’s always been my dream to have a marriage like theirs.”
“What’s their marriage like?”
“Affectionate. They don’t fight. Don’t fuss. Well, they do , but it’s never serious. They always get over everything and come out stronger. They hold each other down. I couldn’t have asked for a better example.”
“Do you think your sister would say the same thing?”
“What do you mean?”
“I was talking to my mama the other day, and she mentioned how she parented me different from the way she parented my brothers. It got me thinking, and when you were talking, I wondered if your sister might have a different point of view, that’s all.”
“She definitely clashed with my parents a lot. But she’s headstrong like that. I had to talk her down. A lot.”
“You know what? You’re kinda headstrong, too.”
“I am?”
“Yeah, when my dick is in you.”
She shuddered. “Well, I have to be to take all that.”
“Uh huh.” My dick swelled once again. “What’s the silver lining there, Sunshine?”
She grabbed my chin and stared into my eyes. “It feels amazing.”
“Yeah, I could tell.”
I slid my hand between her thighs, wetting my fingers in her slick folds.
“What’s this pussy lined with? It’s too good to be silver. Gold?”
“Platinum.”
Her eyes fluttered shut when my fingers brushed her clit.
“If you and your platinum pussy will have me, I wanna be your man.” I dipped two fingers inside. “Can I be that, Zay?”
She moaned softly, rolling her hips to ride my fingers. I bent my head to suck on her bottom lip.
“Am I your man, Zay?” I swiped my thumb against her clit, still stroking her insides. “Tell me.”
“Yesssssss,” she moaned.
“And this pussy is mine?”
“Yes…oh God…yesssss…”
Her orgasm pulled a groan out of me. The way she looked. The way she felt. The way she sounded. All of it hit me right in my dick.
Painfully hard now, I rolled on top of her and eased back home, my eyes rolling back when her platinum pussy sucked me in.
It was calling me in deeper, so I pushed it, using her cries as a guide. I eased up when she screamed, but she moved her hands from my head to my ass and pushed.
Headstrong and full of my dick, Zay moaned, “Harder. Fuck me harder. Please.”
She was mine, now, so I had to give her what she wanted.