7. Abril
I enjoyed the date that July and I went on, but I honestly had been ducking him as much as possible the last few days. There was too much of a vibe between us, and it scared the hell out of me. He was cool, good people, but I wasn’t looking for anything.
It had been a year and four months since I had been in a relationship.
But that didn’t mean that I wanted to jump right into another relationship or that I was even ready for all of that.
I often thought about finding someone who could take the edge off, and July would have worked perfectly had it not been for him living right next door.
He was a great guy—smart, funny, a bit of a rough edge to him, not too thuggish but enough to let me know he could handle his shit. Then there was that fine ass body, and he had the nerve to be cute on top of that.
His body was tatted all over, from what I could see that day when the girls and I woke him up. I wasn’t sure what the backside looked like, but I was certain that he had tattoos on his back too.
I looked over the meal plan that I had created for my newest patient and made a few modifications. I could hear the low thump of the bass coming from July’s apartment. It baffled me that none of the other residents had ever complained about his music.
It could have been because we were the only two apartments at our end of the hall, and the other one closer to us was empty. Either way, I kept trying to ignore the sound as I worked on my patient’s meal plan.
The night of our date, I learned over dinner that deejaying wasn’t July’s only source of income.
He was also a concert promoter and had a MixTube channel.
He had a large following on there where people tuned in to listen to him play his music.
Apparently, most of the time when I heard him next door playing music, he was streaming for his viewers.
People tuned in to listen to him when they were working, chilling, studying, writing, and whatever else they needed musical accompaniment for. I struggled to keep my focus. I had to be at work early in the morning, and this meal plan needed to be completed.
I sighed and pushed back my chair. I really didn’t want to go over there, especially considering I had avoided him all week.
He had knocked at my door several times.
Most of the time, I ignored him as if I weren’t home.
All he would have had to do was go downstairs and see my red Jeep in the garage, and he would have known.
I answered the door once and told him that I was in training for work, and I wouldn’t be free any time soon. I slipped my ass out of the house as soon as possible and headed to Yamika’s place. She entertained me for the next four hours until I finally headed home.
That had been two days ago, and he had not knocked since. I knew there was no way that I could keep avoiding him. Hell, I didn’t want to keep avoiding him.
Our date night had been a lot of fun, but it scared me. I was a girl who loved being in a relationship, adored by a man, and made to feel as if I were the most important thing in the world to him. In return, I gave him the same and my undying allegiance.
Although we had our differences, I thought that I had that with Devon. I still struggled with the fact that our relationship was a lie all that time. For the last year, I thought I had gotten over it. But being around July again made me recall the hurt.
Some days I wanted to hop on social media, post all our conversations on there, including the final one, and tag Devon’s ass in it just so that Sasha could see.
But I wanted to be better than that. I didn’t want to be that petty, bitter bitch.
But she did live in me. I just had to keep her on a leash.
I headed next door, and I rang the doorbell a couple of times but got no response. After a minute, I banged on the door but was surprised when it opened. Although we lived in a safe neighborhood, he couldn’t leave his door unlocked for anyone to enter.
“July?” I called out as I stepped inside of the apartment. His living room and kitchen were empty.
“July?” I called again as I headed toward the hallway. The music was coming from one of the rooms back there. Our floor plans were different from each other, and I noticed that his apartment was a bit more spacious than mine.
I moved in the direction of the music and saw that the door was open. I peered inside, expecting to see July, but he wasn’t in that room. I stepped inside and looked at the controls on his system.
They said that you should do what you’re going to do and ask for forgiveness later. I found the volume button and turned it down to what I deemed an acceptable level. I wondered if he was in the shower, but when I made my way out of the room, I heard a groan. It sounded like someone was hurt.
“July?” I called again as I headed in the opposite direction.
I hesitated at the door of the master bedroom. The door was mostly open, and just when I realized that it wasn’t someone who was hurt, but it was the TV, it was too late. My mouth dropped open as I saw a woman on her knees, giving a man head.
A gasp fell from my lips as surprise took over my insides. I was frozen in place, unable to move even as his dark, hooded gaze fell on me. No matter how hard I willed myself to move, I seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move my feet.
My eyes fell to his lap. Ink covered his entire body, down his chest and arms to his thighs and legs. July’s tattoos were beautiful, but the most beautiful part of his body was that unblemished specimen between his thighs. The one that his tattooed hand slowly stroked up and down as I stared.
Mesmerized by the sight of the angry, reddish-brown head and the dark, blue-black erection, my tongue flickered out and licked my bottom lip. The veins in his dick thickened like tightly coiled rope.
“You can take a lick.”
His words caught me off guard but were also the catalyst to forcing the wind back into my lungs.
“July.”
“Abril.”
He said my name the way that it was meant to be spoken with a Spanish accent. No one but my parents and siblings spoke it that way. Everyone emphasized the “A” to make it a long “A” sound rather than ah-brEE-l, the way it should have been pronounced.
My heart lurched, and excitement twisted my belly.
“Abril,” he spoke again in a thick, guttural tone.
The woman on the TV moaned loudly, and when I looked at the TV again, I noticed she had changed positions. She was still on her knees but no longer facing the man. He was fucking her up the ass.
July’s jaws clenched, his eyes narrowed, and the speed of his hand grew with intensity.
“Abril,” he repeated through clenched teeth.
Cum spewed forth from the head of his dick, and my feet finally came unglued. I spun around and ran out of the apartment and back to my own. I locked the door and leaned against it, waiting for my racing heart to calm down.
After ten minutes, when he didn’t knock at my door, fear seeped out of my bones, and my feet propelled me to my bedroom. I opened my nightstand, removed the item from within, and climbed onto the bed.
I closed my eyes for several long seconds as I recounted the scene in my head. With my pussy pulsing below, I pulled my shorts down and spread my thighs. I clicked the button on my Rose and slowly slid it between my wet flesh.
I pulled my teeth between my lips as I thought about what I had seen. Thinking about the way July called my name and how sexy he looked when his cum spilled over his hand, I pressed the Rose deeper into my slit before dragging it back up and circling my clit.
My body tightened with the pleasure from the Rose and the sexy memories I conjured. Within minutes, every nerve ending became alert as my orgasm ripped its way through my belly and exploded through my pussy.