Chapter 8 #2
I laughed and turned to look at her. “Man, type of shit you on?”
She giggled. “I’m not on nothing. Damn. Just looking out for my friend. You so funny acting, bro.”
“How am I funny acting, Talia?”
“You don’t be paying me no attention… and you be short as hell with me. Like I did something to you.” She tossed her leg over my lap and moved closer. “I just—
I moved her leg. “You trippin.”
“No, I’m not,” she said, tossing her leg back over my lap. She caressed my beard and leaned in. “You know I’ve been wanting you for a long ass time, right? You so fuckin… man you so fuckin fine.”
I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and pushed her leg off of me. “Chill.”
“Why I gotta chill?”
“Because I’m married,” I said, moving my head away from her so she would stop stroking my beard.
She sucked her teeth. “You staying at a hotel... can’t be too married.”
She had a point but that didn’t cancel out the fact that I was married, and I didn’t want to fuck with her.
Wouldn’t fuck with Talia if I was divorced.
I was dead ass serious when I said I wasn’t fucking with anybody in our circle.
I didn’t give a fuck about nothing else.
She might’ve smelled good, looked good, and even felt good but I wasn’t bulging.
Regardless of how I was denying her, she leaned in again, putting her face against the side of my neck. “And you smell good. You always smell good.”
I leaned to the other side, sucking my teeth. “You gotta chilllll.”
“Why?” She asked, running her hand up my leg, heading for my dick.
Before she could touch it, I grabbed her hand, stopping her. “Tali.”
“What Duke? Damn. You want to leave? Ain’t nobody gotta know. I can take you back to the room and—
“You wylin,” I interrupted. “I just told you I was married.”
She sucked her teeth. “Then why you ain’t at home, Duke? Hm? You talking about you gotta go back to the room and shit. You not going home. Mahogany put you out and you over here drinking your sorrows away. I can make you forget all about that shit. I promise I can.”
She was tweaking for real. Talia had always been flirtatious with me but in a cute way.
Never in a direct, I’m trying to fuck way.
It was subtle. She had never been as bold.
I blamed it on the liq’. She might not had been as drunk as me, but she was drunk and on some other shit.
I couldn’t lie though, her minty breath against the side of my neck and her smooth hands running up my leg did feel good.
I couldn’t remember the last time Mahogany rubbed on me.
Couldn’t remember the last time she desired a nigga neither.
It’d been a nice ass minute, so when Talia kissed the side of my neck, my dick bricked. Instantly.
I sighed and shook my head. “I need you to chill.”
“Tell me why. Give me a reason other than you being so called married. I don’t give a fuck about that, and you shouldn’t neither. Especially not sleepin at no fuckin’ hotel.”
I loosened my grip on her wrist and she wiggled free, grabbing hold of my dick.
“Shit,” she hissed. “Where the room at?”
I pulled my lips into my mouth as she rubbed on my dick.
I needed to stop her, but I didn’t. Couldn’t for real.
Felt like eating didn’t do shit but make me feel more drunk.
The room started to spin a little, and I let her have her way.
I couldn’t lie though, the shit felt good.
A little too good. To a point where I just let her do her.
I didn’t stop her when she slid her hand down my Nike joggers and gripped my dick.
Didn’t stop her when I felt her tongue on my earlobe either.
I let her do her and got harder with every passing second.
“Duke. Where is the… the hotel room?” She asked again. “Shit yo dick fat as hell.”
“Man, we ain’t—
“We ain’t what? Stop playing, Duke. You said you wanted to leave. Let me take you back to the room. I’m not as drunk as you.”
I bit down on my bottom lip when she caressed the tip of my dick. Fuck.
“Ay, look…”
“Tell me where the room at, Duke. Please,” she begged, kissing me on the side of my neck. “Fuck the room. We can go back to my house. I’m not going to sleep without gettin’ some of this dick first. Mmh… I’m gone suck your dick so fuckin good, Duke. Let me suck your dick. Please.”
My dick jumped and I slouched down on the couch a little further so she could grip it better.
She did, picking up on the cue. Lazily, I opened my eyes and turned to look over at her.
As soon as I did, she kissed me. Parted my lips with her tongue and swirled hers around mine.
I pulled away a little and she moved forward, sucking on my tongue.
“You want this shit as bad as I do,” she said, pulling away from the kiss. Grabbing my hand, she slid it down the front of her leggings and placed it on her bare pussy. “You see how wet I am?”
“Man, we doin’ too much. Watch out, Tali,” I said, pulling my hand away.
I was tripping. Slipping. I didn't want to fuck Tali. I couldn’t. It was too much of a risk. But damn her pussy was wet and phat as fuck. My fingers were sticky with her juices. She grabbed my hand and sucked my fingers dry of her juices.
“See? I’ma suck your dick just as good. Let me—”
Before she could finish her sentence, there was movement in the distance, like somebody was on their way to the living room.
She moved away from me and sat up, pretending to be eating the chili fries.
I didn’t move. I stayed where I was, with my head tossed back against the couch.
Except my eyes weren’t closed. They were opened, and I had them centered on the popcorn ceiling.
Fuck was I doing?
Fuck was this shit doing to me? I wasn’t that nigga anymore. I didn’t do shit like this. Especially not with Talia. I was slipping. I was slipping bad because on my momma I was about five seconds away from giving her the address to the room.
“Damn nigga, you fried,” Said Tank, walking into the room.
“Hell yeah,” I mumbled. “Not that fried tho’. Toss me the keys, nigga.”
He laughed. “Man hell naw! Niggas won’t be getting into accidents on my watch. You might as well get real comfortable, bro. Tal’, grab him a sheet out the closet.”
Talia looked over at me, pushed up off the couch and walked off.
I sucked my teeth. “Nigga I’m not staying here. Give me my fuckin’ keys, bro.”
Tank sat on the other side of me. “So I can get a call from sis about you bein’ in a tragic accident? Fuck no. It’s cool, nigga. Just chill. Couple hours and you can skate. Soon as you sober up. You actin like I got roaches or some shit.”
I grabbed my head and shook it. This nigga bro.
I understood. I would have done the same shit if the shoe were on the other foot but still.
I needed to go. I needed to get to my wife.
I didn’t know what time it was, but it didn’t matter.
As soon as Tank gave me the keys, I was heading in the direction of home. Fuck that hotel room.
“I need to get to the crib bro,” I said, as Talia walked back into the living room with a sheet.
She handed it to me, and I just looked at her. She had this smirk on her face that I didn't like. Bitch was foul for real. As good as her hands felt wrapped around my dick a minute ago, I still felt violated. Because if I wasn’t drunk she wouldn’t have pulled that shit. At all.
I looked away, shook my head and told Tank to give me my keys again.
“Get cozy my nigga. I’m not comin up off them keys until the sun come up.”
Eventually I stopped asking for the keys and chilled.
I don’t know how long Tank kicked it with me in the living room.
At some point I must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I was waking up to Talia sucking my dick.
She was going to work too. Had a mean ass grip around my shit, bobbing up and down, sucking on me like it was the last dick she would ever suck.
The house was dark and dead quiet with the exception of her sucking noises.
I pulled my lips into my mouth and grabbed a fistful of her hair, trying to pull her off my shit. Instead of bulging, she put her hand on the back of mine and pushed down, pushing my dick further to the back of her throat.
I grunted. “Tali..”
“Mmm. Shhh,” she said, pulling away from my dick. “Please.”
“Fuck!”
Shit. Her mouth felt good as hell. I needed to stop her, but I couldn’t.
It felt too good to stop. Had my toes curling and tingles flowing through my body and shit.
I sat back, gripped her hair and pushed my dick down her throat.
She moaned and twirled her tongue around it.
Pulling it out of her mouth, she licked the shaft down to the balls where she took both into her mouth.
I gripped the sheet and put it in my mouth, biting down on it.
Damn. It’d been a long ass time since I got my dick sucked.
An even longer time since it was sucked with so much passion.
I could literally feel how hungry Talia had been for my shit.
Talia smacked my dick on her face, looking up at me with desire written all over her face.
She wrapped her lips around it and sucked it really slow, twirling her tongue around the head before taking it out of her mouth again.
She looked up at me and stood, positioning herself on top of me.
Before I could protest, she slid her pussy down my dick and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I wrapped mine around her body, slamming her up and down on my dick.
I should have pushed her off. But fuck. I needed this. I needed it bad.