35. Isaac
35
Isaac
I spent a couple of hours hammering, sanding, and whittling before I got on my computer. I moved some money from savings to checking, shaking my head at the slow draining of my finances. It was a good thing weed was my only vice for so long. Made it easier to save. But it wouldn’t last forever, which was why I was making moves.
After I paid these fucking bills, I logged into my design course and got to work. It was self-directed and asynchronous, which was perfect for me since I didn’t like having to show up for shit exactly when I was supposed to. That’s why I was always in detention in high school. That rebellious spirit.
But rebels gotta grow up sometime.
I met up with Dunk at the gas station. He wasn’t too happy with me backing out of our future arrangement, but I was always a good customer, so he didn’t say shit. Just pouted like a little bitch. Still a nerd, that one.
I got to Zay’s place around seven. She looked a damn mess when she opened the door, but she was still fine. So fine, my dick got a little stiff.
That’s definitely love.
“Hey. How you holdin’ up?”
Her puffy red eyes told me everything I needed to know, but she smiled anyway, because that was her way.
“I’m good. Just been making the most of my day off.”
“That’s what you’re calling it?”
“That’s what it is.”
I kissed her and led her to the couch. “I have something for you that I think might help take your mind off things.”
“My mind isn’t on anything. I’m fine.”
“Okay.” I pulled the pre roll out of the pocket of my sweatpants. “I would like to say for the record that I’m just the delivery man. I will not be partaking.”
Her eyes went wide. “Is that weed ?”
“Nah. It’s oregano.”
She rolled her eyes. “Where did it come from?”
“Does it matter? Listen. I’m ‘bout to smoke you out, eat your pussy, and fuck you ‘til you forget your own name.”
She sighed and stared at the blunt like she thought it might come alive and bite her.
“What you worried about? You ain’t got no job.”
Her eyes bucked just before she punched me in the shoulder.
“Damn, Zay!” I rubbed the sore spot.
“Too soon,” she said with a giggle. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I pulled out my lighter and held it out to her. “Last call.”
“Fine.”
She took it from me and held it loosely while I lit the end until smoke rose from it.
“Go ahead,” I instructed.
I don’t know why, but my dick twitched when she wrapped her pretty lips around the tip. And when she inhaled?
Hard as a fucking rock.
I cleared my throat, adjusting myself a second too late. She giggled like she was already high, which was impossible, and I shook my head at my impatient ass dick as smoke billowed out of her mouth.
“Do it again,” I said.
Her second inhale made me laugh, because she held that breath like she was trying to cure hiccups.
“You ain’t gotta do all that,” I said. “Just breath in and breathe out like normal.”
“How many more?”
“Just keep going ‘til you feel something.”
She nodded and inhaled again.
I watched her, feeling strangely giddy. It was like she was in my world, now. Like she’d thrown off the constraints she wore around all day just to do something I would enjoy. This wasn’t her. It was me. But she was here and willing, and that was so fucking sexy to me. It had to be a testament to therapy that I didn’t see it as me corrupting her anymore.
It didn’t take long.
Her eyes drifted up to the ceiling. She looked like she was thinking, but I knew what it was. A smile crept across my lips as she sank into the cushions, her whole body going slack.
“Okay.” She smiled. “Interesting.”
“What’s interesting?”
“Just…life.”
I chuckled at that. She was so damn cute.
I slid my hand under her South Carolina State t-shirt, making her shudder when my fingers brushed the skin on her stomach. I found her braless. Warm. Soft. Her nipples hardened immediately at my touch.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “That feels…”
“It gets better,” I promised.
I tucked the bottom of her shirt under her chin, giving myself access. My tongue circled her left nipple, then her right. I closed my mouth around it, which earned me a whimper, then suckled it until her lower body writhed against the couch.
I knew what I’d find when I slipped my hand into her leggings, but knowing didn’t stop me from groaning when I pulled her soaked panties away from her pussy, especially because I heard that shit.
The moment I touched her clit, she jumped, moaning, “Wait,” like I hurt her.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I felt like I was gonna cum.”
“You’re high, baby, it’s okay. I told you it might be intense.”
Her eyes fluttered shut.
I went to the floor and settled between her thighs, managing to get her leggings off without disturbing her too much. She was so relaxed, I took the blunt from her and set it on the side table so she didn’t burn her whole shit down.
I looked at her pretty pussy and counted myself lucky to be able to worship at the altar of it. I inhaled, taking a hit, and then I stuck out my tongue to lap it up.
“Fuck!”
“Mm hm.” There’s nothing like getting head when you’re high. If she felt half as good as I did when I got my dick sucked off a blunt, she was about to see stars.
I pushed her legs up and traced my name on it with my tongue. She grabbed fists full of couch and rolled her hips, rubbing her pussy on my tongue like she couldn’t already feel what I was doing. I knew that feeling though, of having everything and wanting a little bit more.
I couldn’t help but put my other hand in my sweatpants to soothe the rock hard ache in there.
Her yell preceded her nut by about two seconds. I leaned back a little to watch it pulse, matching the rhythm of her pussy with my fist as I jacked myself off. I came real close, but I knew when to stop.
“You good?”
Silence.
“Talk to me, baby.”
“Mmmmm.”
Annoyed and satisfied. Sounded about right.
I stood, picked her up, and hoisted her over my shoulders, grabbing the blunt on my way out.
In her room, I peeled her out of the rest of her clothes, then myself, while she sighed and stared into space.
I had one knee on the bed when she sat up and grabbed my dick. Shit lowkey scared me.
She held it as she crawled over to me and started tongue kissing the head. That shit felt so good.
But…
“I’m supposed to be pleasing you,” I said.
She stared up at me with glassy eyes. “I want to.”
“Alright. I ain’t gon’ argue with you.”
She bent her head to lick my balls, murmuring, “What I won’t do, another one will.”
“What’d you just say?”
“Hm?”
I grabbed her chin. “What did you say?”
She frowned. “What I won’t do, another one will. Wait, where did it go?”
Just that fast, my dick went soft.
“Why would you say some shit like that?”
“It just…popped into my head. There’s a lot in my head right now.”
I sat and backed up to the headboard, crossing my arms in front of me. She tucked her legs under her and waited, her face scrunched up like she was confused.
Thoughts swirled in my head, but the disappointment stood out from the rest.
“That’s a fucked up thing to say.”
She shrugged. “I mean…it’s true, right? My ex—“
“Lemme stop you right there.” I shook my head. “You need a fucking exorcist.”
“What?”
“You got some demons, Zay. The nigga put his hands on you. Sounds to me like he brainwashed you. I don’t know. That shit doesn’t sit right with me.”
Her shoulders dropped. “I shouldn’t have said it.”
“Shouldn’t be thinking it, either.”
She pouted. “So why don’t we say it’s your job to exorcise me.”
“How do I do that?”
“Lay down.”
“Oh, I’m supposed to fuck the demons outta you?”
That sounded fun, actually, so I laid my ass down and watched her breasts bounce and swing as she climbed on top of me. She smiled as my dick rose under her.
“Maybe I wouldn’t have to do all that if you didn’t hold everything inside.” I sucked air through my teeth when she sank down on me. “But I’m your man, so I’ll do what I gotta do.”
“Just shut up and let me ride you.”
“Shut me up, Zay.” I smirked as she tried to find a rhythm. “I bet you can’t.”
She reached to her right and grabbed the blunt off the nightstand. When she put it to her lips, it was like she transformed.
She found a rhythm, alright. Had my ass speechless while I watched her smoke that shit and ride my dick at the same damn time.
That hot, wet pussy tugged at my dick like it was trying to prove a point, but it was unnecessary, because I already understood.
I loved how she looked right now. Most women get on top and feel subconscious, and it’s easy to tell. And feel. But not Zay right now. She was a hundred percent comfortable. In the pocket like first and ten. She looked so fucking sexy, too. I wanted her to blow that smoke right in my mouth, but I was off that for the moment. I took the blunt out of her hands and set it back on the nightstand. I couldn’t let her go too hard.
“Come here,” I gritted, needing to taste her. She knew it, slipping her tongue between my lips as she rolled her hips and pressed her body against mine. I groaned into her mouth, pushing up into her as my balls tightened and my stomach clenched. I knew the time had come to flip her over so I could pull out, but this shit felt too good and too perfect, and she wasn’t saying shit, and I could feel tell by the fluttering in her walls that she was close, too, and this was the kind of moment you didn’t fuck up if you could help it. I could, so I…didn’t.
We came at the same time, yelling so loud, I could hear her poor dogs howling in the distance. I shot off deep inside her, and my dick pulsed so hard, I forgot my own fucking name.
I rubbed her back as I caught my breath, giving her a couple of minutes to rest before I sat us up.
“Where’s your rose at?”
“How do you know I have one?”
“You’re a grown ass woman. I know you got one, or something like it. Where is it?”
She pointed to her nightstand.
That was all she had, but that didn’t surprise me. I pulled it out of the bottom drawer and pecked her lips.
“On your knees.”
“For what?”
“Because we’re not done. On your knees, Zay.”
She did what I asked of her, and I rewarded her by sticking the rose on her clit and my tongue in her ass.
She gasped and tried to run from me, but we weren’t doing that shit today. Or ever. She would learn.
“Why are you back there?” she moaned. It almost made me laugh.
“You never had your ass ate before?”
She shook her head.
I did, too, but for a different reason.
Maybe I’m just a degenerate, but how can a man not taste every inch of his woman? That shit didn’t compute for me.
It must have been good to her. I heard sounds come out of her that I’d never heard before, and it all sounded like music to me. She came again, her legs shaking so violently, I had to hold her up. Pinky and Brownie howled along with her once again. Probably thought I was in here murdering her.
After, I stared at her and laughed to myself. Now she really looked a mess. But it was cool. She was my mess.
My phone buzzed in the pocket of my sweatpants. I grabbed it, laid back down, and answered, but only because it was Vic.
“Hey. Listen, Mama’s in the hospital.”
I sat right back up. “Why? She okay?”
“They’re testing her right now. She’s conscious, but—“
“I’m on the way.”