9. Myome #2
“Myome, I don’t want Niecy, and if I did, you’d know.
I ain’t even really focus on that hand thing.
I guess because she was around for so long and we used to be so close it didn’t even really register to me, but what you saw in that picture is the most that went on.
She came in with Trapp. She told me she was done with me.
I told her that was cool. She cried. She stormed out. That was it.”
“You don’t owe me an explanation. I’m not your real wife, Berlin.”
“Except you are. We’re married. Legally and publicly. Mothafuckas have built more on less.” He took a hit from his joint. “As long as you’re my wife, I’m gon’ respect you and I want you to believe me when I say that. I’ve got you, Yo. For real. I want the best for you.”
I stared at his handsome side profile and did my best not to let his words get to me.
“We’re getting more negative publicity than good,” I said softly.
Drix let his head fall back against my couch and looked over at me.
“I don’t really care.”
“All publicity is good publicity?” I guessed.
He nodded. “And we good over here.”
“Right now,” I clarified. “So what happens when you actually want to run off and fuck somebody? Are you just going to be super discreet, are we going to call it right before, or what?”
“Why you think I’m gon’ be out here fucking on people, Myome?” He smiled.
“Well you’re grown, rich, and the main character in a bunch of groupies’ fantasies.”
“Yeah, well.” He shrugged and took another hit of his blunt, turning his head to blow the smoke away from me. “There’s no reason for me to be fucking on a different groupie bitch every night when I have a fine ass wife at home.”
I froze at the implication but quickly tried to school my features.
“Well you aren’t fucking me,” I snapped.
“Yet.” He grinned.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re annoying.”
“Come on. You haven’t thought about it?” he teased.
“Not since we’ve been married.” The answer just rolled out of me and I looked away nervously immediately.
“So you used to fantasize about me before we got married?” A cocky smirk took over his face.
“Before I knew you were going to be a pain in my ass.” I rolled my eyes.
“But yeah, I thought you were handsome.” I reached over and ran my thumb along the side of his jaw.
He grinned. “You were this big deal and you seemed so smart and cocky and just above everything else around you. It wasn’t hard to get caught up in the fantasy. ”
“And then what? The real deal ain’t measure up?”
“Honestly?”
“Yeah. Honestly.”
“It’s better.” I let my hand fall away from him. “Emmett asked why I married you when it could have been anyone during any blackout and…” I didn’t finish the statement. “Niecy and dumb bitch allegations aside, I’m glad I ended up with you.”
“Me too.” Berlin reached over, grabbed my hand, and kissed my knuckle. “And just know, them lil social media comments and shit cute, but if somebody ever call you a bitch, dumb or otherwise, I’m gon’ handle that shit.”
“I believe you.”
“Good because I mean that shit. You Mrs. King. Niggas need to kiss the ring when you enter the room.” He paused. “Where is your ring?”
“In my jewelry box.”
“Don’t take it off no more after today.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he repeated.
We stared at each other in silence while I tried to think carefully about my next words.
I’d missed talking to Drix every day and it wasn’t lost on me that we’d just jumped back into our regular relationship, even after my two weeks of radio silence. We just snapped back into normal and it felt nice. I didn’t want it to change.
“You look beautiful by the way,” he said softly.
“Thank you.”
“I don’t want you getting dressed to go out with other niggas or going out with other niggas at all,” he clarified.
“And I don’t want you cuddling up to bitches in the studio,” I countered.
“That shit is done then.”
“Good. Me too.”
He nodded.
“Can I tell you some shit?”
I lifted an eyebrow but curiosity pushed me forward before I could really think about my answer.
“Sure.”
“You look good as fuck and I want to taste you.”
A laugh forced its way out of me.
“How high are you, Berlin?”
“Not that high.” He licked his lips while he locked eyes with me. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful but… you my dog for real.”
“And you want to taste all your friends?”
“You ain’t fucking funny.” Berlin cut his eyes at me with a wide smile.
“Just you,” he clarified. “I mean, I’ve dated people obviously, but I don’t know.
We weren’t close like this. My family ain’t fuck with them the way they fuck with you.
We didn’t laugh how we laugh.” He exhaled.
“I missed talking to you every day.” He shifted slightly and spread his legs, getting more comfortable.
His eyes remained on mine. “That’s why I want to taste you. ”
“So it’s not just because you think I look good in this little black dress?”
“I mean you look good as hell in that dress and you always smell nice but it’s definitely that winning ass personality of yours that has me ready to slurp you up.”
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling like a goofy bitch so I turned my head away from him.
When I looked back, Berlin was still looking at me with a little smirk. This man was fine and it was annoying that he knew how fine he was.
I looked down at his hand as he rubbed his thumb along the edge of my dress. I immediately got goosebumps where the back of his hand touched my skin.
“Berlin—”
He cut me off. “I like you, Yo. I like you and it’s more than just me thinking you’re cute and funny. I like a lot of shit about you, including your work ethic and how you don’t play with nobody or let nobody play with you. Fake marriage and shit aside, I want you to stay in my life. For real.”
“For real?” I repeated and wagged my eyebrows to try to lighten the mood.
“For real.” He nodded. I felt my chest tighten and took a deep breath. “You nervous?” he asked.
“A little bit.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you too.”
“Good.” He winked at me and I rolled my eyes, making him laugh. “So, what’s up?”
“I’m not understanding the question.”
“We good, right?”
“Yeah. We’re good.”
“No more dates for you and no more bitches in the studio for me.” He lifted his hand from my dress and held his pinky out to me. I smiled and nodded.
“Deal.” I linked my pinky with his.
“And you gon’ let me lick it?”
“Ask nicely,” I teased, even though my mouth was dry and my heart sped up even more.
Drix lifted an eyebrow. “You fucking with me?”
“Nope. I want you to ask nicely.”
A part of me was joking with him. The other part of me was trying to see if he would actually let me push, even while he was as cocky and no bullshit as he was. The fact that he was even playing along was interesting to me.
“Like please and shit?”
“And call me something sweet when you do it.”
“You got jokes, huh?” Drix pushed up from my couch.
I looked up at him as he walked over to me. He took a knee in front of me. I licked my lips nervously.
“Alright, wifey.” He set a hand on each of my knees. Then he full on laughed and shook his head. “I can’t do it.”
“Can’t ask nicely?”
“Nah.” His hands slid up my legs beneath the hem of my dress.
“Asking nicely on my knees feels too close to begging for it and I ain’t about to do that.
That shit feels like trying to peer pressure you to do some shit you don’t want to do for real.
” His hands continued to creep higher. “And we not even gon’ get down like that.
” He lifted so he was kneeling directly between my knees.
“Besides, you don’t need to be peer pressured, right? ”
My mouth slipped open and I took a sharp breath. I shook my head.
“Talk to me, Yo.” Drix smirked and leaned in slightly. “You gon’ put that pussy on my face?”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded. He lifted an eyebrow.
“Yes?” I answered slowly.
He nodded and his hands trailed higher up my legs and paused at the waistband of my underwear. He pushed his thumbs beneath the band and traced little circles on my skin.
“Come here.” He leaned in a little more. I licked my lips automatically. He closed the space between us and pressed a light kiss to the side of my head then my throat. “You good?”
“Mhm.” I laced my arms around his neck.
He turned his head and I pushed forward to press my mouth against his.
Drix let me lead the kiss. One of my hands rested on the back of his head while the other crafted little circles along the top of his back.
He worked my underwear down my legs while we kissed and I damn near shivered when he pushed my dress over my hips and one of his hands went right between my thighs.
I was already wet and he grinned against my mouth when his finger met it. He slid his finger down to my hole and back up to circle my clit with my wetness. I exhaled against his mouth.
“That’s all for me, baby?” he asked.
“Mhm.” I nodded and grabbed his face to slide my tongue into his mouth.
Berlin rubbed me into an orgasm then slid his hand down and pushed two fingers into me and flicked them upward, stroking inside me in a way that had me seeing stars behind my eyelids. My chest heaved as I took shaky breaths.
Berlin kissed along my jaw to my ear.
“Come on, Myome. Give me another one. I want you soaking wet before I lick it all up.”
“Berlin,” I moaned and gripped his arm while I came.
My legs shook lightly and he pulled his fingers from between my legs.
I watched him lick them clean before he offered them to me.
I opened my mouth without him having to ask and he slid his fingers along my tongue.
I sucked them lightly and he leaned in and kissed my forehead while they were still stuffed into my mouth.
He pulled them out with a little pop and leaned back.
“Go ahead and take that dress off for me,” he instructed and I quickly did as I was told.