Chapter 3
THREE
“Glacier.”
I heard his voice and felt his presence surrounding me, still, but I couldn’t quite gather myself or disengage from the moment I was having alone. By the third time he called out to me, he’d reached me, parted my legs, and stepped between them.
“Glacier?”
“Huh?” I snapped out of the trance at once. My name falling from his lips was like water on a day in the desert. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been parched, but his voice replenished me, hydrating me to the point of capacity.
“You gon’ stay out here or you coming inside?”
Makai stood so close, his legs touching mine as he lowered his head to meet my eyes. I stared up at him with the assistance of his fingertip under my chin.
His lips.
His skin.
His nose.
His cheeks.
His forehead.
They all looked so… kissable . So enjoyable. So good .
My tongue slid across my lips, rehydrating them with the life he’d poured into me. I squeezed my vaginal muscles to suppress the growing desire between my legs. Defeat clothed me as my eyes grew heavier. Drunk with lust, I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat.
He’ll be the commencement of my undoing , I confessed, knowing it to be true.
“Why are you staring at me that way, Makai?” I asked, short of breath.
He required all of my energy.
“’Cause I’m waiting on you to put your big girl panties on.”
“I don’t understand what you’re referring to.”
“How you feeling, Mommas?”
“Famished.” The word sprouted from my mouth without hesitation. As soon as it left, I wanted it back.
“Adjective. Extremely hungry. Ravenous. Undernourished. Malnourished. Unfed. Ensurient.”
Recalling the day he’d given me the entire definition of my name on a whim, I was left with the conclusion that this man wasn’t just beauty and mystic. He was brains as well.
“I—ye?—”
“How would you like to be fed, Glacier? I can think of a few ways, but I’d rather submit to the thing that’s on your mind this minute.”
Gasping while clutching the nothingness the air offered, I digested his words and the meaning behind them. There were so many.
“Makai.”
“So, back to the original topic, Kiwi.”
“Kiwi?”
“Yes, because you’re green as fuck.”
He insulted me.
“And I like that shit. Stay that way.”
“Your lips,” I deflected, needing the sting to go away.
Green? The word stuck. The adjective stuck. It all stuck to me like glue, every word out of his mouth.
“What about them?”
“I ju… I-I just…” I stammered, unable to process my thoughts. The diversion hadn’t worked in my favor because admitting to Makai that I wanted them against mine felt far too overwhelming.
And so were they .
My world began to spin as his lips crashed into mine. Soft and buttery, big and flavorful, they made mine feel like small pieces of sandpaper. Just as quickly as he’d laid them against mine, he removed them. I struggled to breathe, struggled to think. Struggled to see. But I could hear the words that he released less than an inch from the lips he’d just kissed.
“One thang you can’t be around me is scared, Kiwi. I’m going to test every limit, push every button, and get that shit up out of you every time.”
He stepped back, nearly taking my soul with him. I watched with lustful eyes as he readjusted himself in his pants.
“Come on. We’ve got shit to get into, Mommas.” He patted my leg, urging me to follow him. Without hesitation, I did. Like a puppy, I wagged my tail, trailing behind his long legs.
“How many names will I have by the end of this trip?”
“As many as I need you to.” He turned back and said to me, never breaking his stride.
“Is there a problem with you calling me Glacier?”
“Nah. I just prefer calling you what the fuck I want. Is that a problem, Glacier? ”
He stood at the door of the villa that belonged to us for a few days. The smirk on his face left me no choice but to smile.
“Such harsh words,” I groaned.
“I’d apologize, but I’m far from sorry. My choice of words and how they’re taken don’t always reflect my intentions or my temperament.”
“I knoooow.” Sighing with a drag, I nodded.
“I mean no harm.”
“I know that, too.”
“But?” he pressed, still standing next to the door.
“Well… I… Nothing.”
“But what, Mommas?”
“Just taking some getting used to.”
“If ever it’s too much, holla at a nigga. Let me know what’s up, aight?”
With a nod, I responded, “Okay.”
Alterations . Though it was clear that he’d rather not, Makai wasn’t opposed to altering his lingo to improve the communication between us so that my comfort didn’t take a blow. Simultaneously, I wasn’t opposed to adapting so that his comfort remained intact.
Pausing momentarily to gauge the level of truth in my reply, Makai studied me. Satisfied with his findings, he pressed a few buttons on the pad in front of him, waited for the sound of sliding locks, and then twisted the knob to gain access. I was right behind him, stepping up slightly so that I wouldn’t fall flat on my face.
The space I walked into was nothing short of a dream. Neutral colors and natural fixtures covered every corner, giving a tranquil feel upon entry. It reminded me of the costal rendition of my home decor. Everything on display was gorgeous. From the arched doorframes and walkways to the wooden consoles and vinyl player, I was head over heels.
“Where are we?”
“One of three of my brother’s islands. This one is The Catherine. Named after our mother.”
He sucked the skin of his teeth with a shake of his head. The pain in his dark eyes mirrored the same in mine. I knew that feeling. I knew that hurt. Mine was still so fresh that I was still recovering from the nonstop crying that damaged my vocals and kept my face swollen for months.
“How did she die?” I asked, stepping closer to Makai.
His space was so inviting. It felt as if I belonged, so I entered. My hand caressed his arm, my palm cupping his elbow as my fingers smoothed his skin.
“Suicide, but not before taking my pops with her,” he told me, still finding himself in disbelief.
As if a knife had been shoved into his gut, he winced in pain. Not verbally, but physically. That hurt didn’t just reside inside of you. It was part of your physical being, too. Even I was gutted, my stomach knotting and my chest burning upon realizing both of us were without our parents. Orphans, as some would deem the parentless youth.
“I’m so sorry, Makai. I understand.”
“Do you?” he replied, looking down at me as if I was mistaken.
“My parents died in a car crash six years ago. I understand,” I confirmed.
Suddenly, his body whipped around, arms surrounding mine as he pulled me into a hug. The connecting pieces that meshed us together tingled. My arms. Chest. Chin. And fingers.
He said nothing, but his embrace was everything we both needed at the moment. With each passing second, his grasp was tightened as his heart rate slowed. Calm washed over him until finally, he freed me.
Come back , my inner voice screamed but I remained silent.
“You good? You straight? Did you see the people you needed to see? Go to therapy or some shit?”
His line of questioning was baffling. Not only was this Black man standing in my face, questioning my mental stability after my parents’ death, but he was also suggesting therapy was the right place to begin healing the trauma it caused. I loved and appreciated every word out of his perfectly carved mouth. I sat with my thoughts momentarily, realizing no one had ever asked, no one cared to ask if I was all right. If I was good .
“I don’t know,” I admitted, lowering my eyes as my nerve endings splintered.
I shifted my weight, a nervous habit that helped lessen the pain. When I looked back up at him, I noticed his eyes hadn’t left me.
“What about you?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he replied with a shrug, taking off in the other direction.
I despised the distance he placed between us and needed it to disappear at once. I began to hack away at it as he continued.
“Find someone you can trust and I’ll foot the bill, Mommas. Shit ain’t sweet. Talk to someone.”
I finally made it to his side, again, in the bedroom that we’d share over the next few nights. Though excited and anxious, there was a more pressing issue at hand. Stopping Makai in his tracks, I collapsed my fingers around the inner corner of his arm, turning him in my direction.
“Who’s talking to you?” I needed to know.
“Ah,” he groaned. “Don’t worry about me.”
The smile that parted the path for his perfect white teeth was convincing, but not enough. Placing a hand on his chest, I stopped him from taking off again. It was becoming clear to me that he avoided his emotions. For a girl that wore hers on her sleeve, I died a thousand deaths inside. But that smile… it brought me back a thousand times.
“Makai.”
“I’m good, G.”
He was disconnecting. Though it was still a rendition of my name, it was short, and straight to the point. He was growing cold.
“But are you?” I pushed, unwilling to let him lend a helping hand and I not do the same.
There wasn’t much that I knew about Makai but the two times we’d encountered, he was nothing short of a Godsend. I’d be doing myself a disservice not to reciprocate his energy.
He planted his feet, folding his arm one over the other and giving me his undivided attention.
“It doesn’t matter if you’re good in my world. I don’t get that uh…” He squinted his right eye trying to think of the accurate word. “That degree of leniency on this side of the tracks. The first sign of weakness and you’re a dead man. And if you’re not physically erased off the face of the earth, you might as well be because the motherfuckers who sense that weakness gon’ hit you for everything you got. Before I go down like a sucker, Mommas, I’ll pretend I’m good til the day they put me in my box and throw the dirt on me.”
“You don’t have to pretend right now, or ever… with me.”
“With you?” He chuckled.
“Yes.”
“Who the fuck is you?”
“I’m Glacier.”
Shaking his head, he flattened his hand on his nicely cut hair before running it down his face.
“I know your name, Kiwi. I’m just saying, what makes you think I’m trying to be all up in my chest and shit because I’m around you?”
“Because you’re all up in your chest, Makai,” I explained. As if a light bulb had gone off in his head, his brows centered on his face.
“It’s nothing you have to force. It just… happens. If today isn’t the day you’re ready or willing to talk, it’s okay. I’m here for a while, as it seems. And even after, I don’t think I’ll be too far away.”
I wouldn’t be. Even if nothing became of this spontaneous vacation, I would never forget what Makai had done for me three months ago. I still hadn’t paid a dime in rent. Next month would be the first time. A phone call or a few miles away, that’s all I ever wanted to be if he ever needed me like I needed him that day.
After my point was made, sticking around wasn’t necessary. There was an entire villa to explore. Though I had absolutely nothing to contribute to the bedroom, kitchen, or drawers, I still wanted to see every inch of the space before the exploring and activities began.
With my nose high, piercing the air, I turned on my heels. I left Makai where he stood, sifting through thoughts that he’d made it clear that I wasn’t privy to. Before I was able to take my third step, I felt his large hands stretch across the back of my neck.
My body flung backward, simultaneously swirling to meet his face. To meet his lips. A fire was ignited within me. My chest and stomach burned with desire, satisfaction, and pure adoration. My body lifted, attempting to swallow him whole. Though it was impossible, I didn’t mind trying.
Standing on the tips of my toes, I familiarized myself with every corner of Makai’s mouth. Deliciously and skillfully, he tongued me down, sealing the moment with soft, slow pecks on the lips, chin, and upper neck. My entire life, I’d never experienced extreme levels of jealousy, especially for someone I’d never met, but I found myself struggling to not hate whoever had the chance to enjoy those lips before me.
“Don’t walk away from me like that, Glacier. I didn’t like that.”
Breathlessly, I lowered my body, flattening my feet on the floor. Hadn’t I been trying to stop my world from spinning, Makai would have had a response. However, I couldn’t conjure one if I tried.
“You hear me?” he asked, tilting his head.
Finally, I managed to recite the truth.
“You gave me no reason to stay.”
I watched his nostrils spread as he pondered.
“Two things you need to know.”
“Two things?”
“Yes.”
I nodded, insisting he continue.
“I don’t have limits. Hell is my limit and that’s because I ain’t visited that motherfucker yet. When I do, I’m almost certain I can find a way to go lower.”
Raised brows revealed my thoughts, but I said nothing.
“That’s why I’m good.”
“And the second?”
“That is the second thing, Mommas.”
Confused, I waited for him to explain further. He had no plans to.
“I feel like there is a better number two. Or at least a third one.”
“My mother was mental. We watched her health spiral. Though she was in her prime, physically, her mind was decaying by the day. Pops put her in a facility because he wanted her to get better. However, he couldn’t stomach the way she was living.
“He brought her home. As soon as she came down off the meds that he thought weren’t helping her progress, mentally, she killed him and then herself. We woke up to their dead bodies… in bed… beside each other. While my brothers stayed home and began their grief process, I was at school, trying to patch my wounds and forget that shit as fast as I could.
“I knew life after that would never be the same. I wasn’t wrong. I found solace in the dictionary, the one thing my mother and I enjoyed together. By the time I was sixteen, my peace came from the streets.”
“Makai.”
“No sympathy for a soldier, Mommas. When I tell you I’m good, I’m good. Shit, at least as good as I’m gon’ get. Respect that. If shit changes, then it does. For now, though, I’m good.”
“Okay.”
I rested my case, not wanting to dwell.
“And you want a better number two?”
“Huh?”
“The two things you need to know about me,” he reminded me.
“Yes. You only gave me one.”
“I’m revoking ya freedom.”
“Huh?”
“And you wonder why I chose Kiwi?”
“I don’t understand what you’re saying, Makai,” I told him honestly.
I watched, in awe, as he walked into the front and removed my phone from the console table. Slowly, he opened the door and made his way toward the blue water. I followed, unsure of what was happening until I watched him toss the device. Turning back around, he headed toward the villa, no explanation given.
“Makai,” I called out as we approached.
It wasn’t until we were back inside and my back was against the door that he began.
“I’ll buy you a hundred more of ’em if it makes you happy, Glacier. However, any motherfucker that had access to you then, can’t now. Since you need shit spelled out for you. You’ll have a new jack in a few days. It’ll be there when you make it back. Is there anyone you love that’ll be calling, looking for you?”
His question was like a Mack truck to the chest. I couldn’t stop the rush of words that flowed from my mouth.
“There’s no one who loves m—no one is going to cal?—”
With eyes narrowed to slits, Makai questioned, “What’d you say, Glacier?”
I pushed the lump of air down my throat, looking over at him as he waited for me to repeat myself.
“Nothing.”
“Nah, what did you say?”
“No one is going to call.”
“Before that.”
“Makai.”
“Before that, Mommas. What did you say?”
“It’s nothing.” I waved it off, pushing forward because I was desperate to escape the moment. The pain in my chest felt anything but delightful. If I stayed any longer, it would spill down my eyes and onto my cheeks.
“Don’t walk away from me. Don’t do that, G.”
Turning in his direction as the prickling of my eyes began, I asked, “Is that your way of detaching?”
“Detaching?”
“Calling me that or anything else for the matter?”
“You call this detaching?” he asked, stepping closer to me. “Hmm? You call this shit detaching? I’m a nigga with textbook memory, had it since a jit. I recall definitions like most people recall numbers and shapes and shit. Me, it’s words, always have been words. The last time I checked my shit, what’s happening here is the exact opposite of whatever you’re making up in your head, baby girl.
“It’s a way for me to establish a connection when I’m feeling disconnected. I guess that’s the third thing you should know about me. I disconnect easily. So easily that there’s rarely a connection, to begin with. But with you, shit was a little different. Shit was a little spooky and a nigga ain’t never been scared of shit.
“It’s the same connection that I felt when I answered your call that has me on vacation, all in my chest, trying to figure out why the fuck you ain’t got nobody loving on you—and I’m not talking about a nigga unless he’s ’bout ready to lose his life because that’s his only option at this point.”
“My grandmother,” I admitted.
“Ya granny.”
“Yes. She has dementia. She don’t always remember me but she remembers she loves me, no matter the time or the day. For me, that’s enough.”
Nodding, he accepted my answer. He stared down at me, his height giving him the advantage. He laid a hand on my cheek, tilting his head to the left.
“I’m not detaching. I’m simply trying to establish a solid connection while making sense of the one that’s already in place.”
This time, my head bobbed up and down in understanding. I rubbed away the aching of my chest, listening as Makai spoke again.
“We’re here to have a good time, Mommas. Get out of here,” he demanded, pointing to my head. “And here.” He pointed to my chest. “And I’ma do the same.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
He leaned in and pecked me on the lips. I watched as he slid his hand into the side of his bag and removed a small gold hardshell case. He opened it to reveal neatly rolled enhancements I was sure included marijuana.
“One thing you should know about me,” confidently, I belted.
“Yeah?”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t share. Under any circumstances.”
“Good. Something we can agree on.”
He gave little to no thought to my declaration. His comfort made me smile within. He didn’t dwell and neither did he try to convince me of anything. Both were responses that garnered respect from me and led me to believe it wouldn’t be an issue between us. Nothing was established, yet so much was established.
Banging on the door startled me. I slid from one end of the room to the other, causing Makai to muffle his laughter to spare me the embarrassment.
“What?”
“Any further and I’d need a boat to fish ya shaky ass out the fucking water out there.”
“It was pretty random. Won’t you admit that, at least? I wasn’t expecting anyone to pound the door.”
“I got it,” he assured me, reaching over and twisting the handle.
I wasn’t sure who stood behind the door, but it didn’t take long to find out.
“What the fuck you want?”
“Move ya special ass out of the way. We’re not here for you. And the proper way to greet a guest is, hello.”
“Not one that’s uninvited. Everybody else can come in. You, though, you stay out here. Tell ya nigga to come see me if he got something to say ’bout it.”
“Boy, move.”
Pushing Makai aside, Kleu made her way in.
“It’s not time for dick, yet, boo. We’ve got shit to take care of.”
“Kiss the man goodbye and come with us,” Nature instructed.
“Please,” Aeir begged.
I looked over at a silent Halo, knowing not to expect many words. However, her eyes said all she wasn’t willing to.
“Makai, I?—”
“Here, Kiwi,” he said, interrupting my speech to hand me a large knot. “The currency is interchangeable. Every US dollar is one Case.”
“Case?”
“Yes. Same as a dollar in the US, Mommas. Let’s use the brain in that big head, aight?”
Nodding, I chuckled, not taking offense.
“All pretty bit—women have big heads, boo. Don’t sweat it,” Kleu sassed with a smack of her lips. She guided me toward the door as everyone followed.
“I’ve heard.”
Before we crossed the threshold, I couldn’t neglect the deep, expansive urge to see his face once more. To feel his presence in my world. To be undone again. To linger in the agony that his dark eyes held. To soothe the achiness that accompanied visions of him –in reality and in my head.
On cue, and as if he needed the same, our eyes met. Unmoving, he stood so many feet away, watching as I separated us. Suffocation must’ve been a breeze in comparison to the misery I faced, gasping for air as if someone had knocked every bit of it from my lungs.
My brows raced to meet my hairline, unsuccessfully, while I pushed out the tainted oxygen and inhaled the fresh air of the island. Despite the mess Makai was making of me, everything was beautiful. Everything was incredibly beautiful.
It had been months since my smile stuck to my face. My jaws hurt from laughter. My belly burned from doubling over as I cackled loudly and genuinely. Pretty, perfect smiles lined the table on both sides.
“You all right over there, Halo?” Kleu yelled.
“I’m fine, just wondering what I’m going to name our third child. The bottom of that one definitely had a newborn.”
Smiling at the realization that I wasn’t the only one loosening up, I clapped my hands.
“I’m not mad at you. Please invite me to the shower.”
“She won’t have one,” Kleu joked.
“But I do accept gifts.”
“Good, because I’ll send them.”
“I’ll return the favor.” She laughed.
“Noooo. I’m just getting my feet wet in my field. The last thing I need right now is a baby.”
“Ma’am. Have you met the man you’re with and the men with the same last name as him? Aside from Lawe, they don’t care all that much,” Nature explained.
“Technically, we’re Eisenbergs now. Lawe, Ledge, and I. Kleu, though, she doesn’t claim us.”
“Sho don’t. One day, maybe. That day isn’t today.”
“It’ll happen soon,” Nature added.
“It will,” Aeir agreed.
“Whatever.”
“Back to you.” Nature tilted her head in my direction. “How’d you and Makai meet? When did you meet?”
“Three months ago. He fixed my flat.”
“Makai? Fixed your flat?” Kleu scoffed.
“Yes. I wasn’t far from his tire shop.”
“Makai doesn’t sell tires, love,” she explained.
Shrugging, I continued. “According to him, he doesn’t. But my car has been riding smoothly since he returned it. I got new tires and a new engine it feels like.”
“You’ve been dating for three months?” Aeir asked.
“No. We haven’t. But it?—”
“Feels like it,” she interrupted.
“Yeeeeessss. And I’m freaking out.”
“Why?”
“Ever felt something deep? Extremely deep and extremely scary at once? Yet, you can’t help yourself? You can’t stop yourself. And with each passing second, you’re silently praying that it’s not all for nothing and reciprocation is in your favor?”
“In fact, I have.”
“That’s how I feel about him.”
“That’s how I felt about my Malachi.”
“How’d you keep yourself from crashing?”
“I didn’t. I loved him from the moment I saw his face. And my love happens to be unconditional. I’m not afraid of crashing for the right reason. He’s the right reason. I’ll crash a hundred times if he’s my end result.”
Nodding, I accepted her response. I felt my body temperature soar. I took a sip of the drink in front of me. It was my second in addition to the two shots we’d taken. As someone who didn’t drink, I was hoping I would make it back to the villa without busting my knee or my face on the concrete.
“Makai is the right reason,” she assured me.
“Don’t be afraid to take a risk. He won’t let you crash. His brothers won’t allow you to, either,” Nature said.
“Neither will we,” Aeir insisted.
“I wasted so many unhappy years, afraid to take that risk. I’ll never forgive myself, honestly. But since I stepped out on faith, it’s been rewarding. Milo wasn’t perfect in the beginning but no one is. Once we established that, we were able to progress. Now, we’re married with two beautiful children. Sometimes I don’t think happy is the word to encompass my feelings. I’m in total bliss.”
“Has he ever been in love?” I found myself asking, unsure of where it was coming from.
Everyone turned toward Aeir as if she had the answer we all needed. She’d made it clear that she and Malachi hadn’t reached five years of marriage, so I was slightly confused as to how she’d have the answer I needed.
“No. Never.”
“I didn’t think he was capable. I’ve known him since we were young,” Nature added.
“A whore, yes. In love, nah.” Kleu shook her head.
“He’s never had a girlfriend.” Aeir sipped the water she’d been refilling throughout our time at the bar to balance her intake.
“Seriously?” I gasped.
“It’s why we’re all surprised you’re here. Those three months must have been enjoyable for him,” Nature pressed.
“Or the pussy.” Kleu shrugged. “Just saying.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to explain. We haven’t dated for three months. Last night was only my second time seeing him. We haven’t been intimate. Our first kiss was less than two hours ago. He showed up at my house last night and told me to pack a bag. A bag that he hated and didn’t allow me to bring. He said he’s buying everything I need while we’re here.
“Three months ago, he rescued me off the side of the road, took me to my graduation, stayed the entire time, bought me flowers after, fed me, took me home, paid my rent for three months, and paid for an abortion for a child I conceived with my ex. He left that day and I didn’t hear from him again until last night.”
Though I’d shared a lot, I didn’t feel like I’d overshared. In the last hour and a half, I’d heard so much about the women at the table that I knew I was in good hands. This was a judgment-free zone, a place I loved and would cherish as long as I was allowed in the space.
“Aw shit. Girl, welcome to the family. That shit calls for another shot. Where the waitress? Makai done fell with his funny looking ass.”
Laugher erupted as I let Kleu’s words sink in.
Has he? The question rolled around in my head as I watched her flag down the server for our table. Because maybe I have .
Forty-five minutes, another round of shots, and one more drink later, I wobbled into the villa while removing the shoes that were suddenly hurting my feet. Two dresses, a new swimsuit, and a two-piece short set dangled across my arm. The ladies had given me an article or two from their bag, filling me with way too many emotions. Kleu provided the hygiene as she swore her clothes would swallow me whole. I doubted it.
“Makai?” I sang.
Barefoot, I searched through the house. My first stop was the bedroom where I found an array of new clothes, tags still attached, sprawled across the bed. Different hues and styles of dresses, including bottoms and tops, coordinated well. Purses. Shoes. Hats. Swimwear. Designer bags. A new suitcase. It all crowded the large space, making it look so much smaller.
Unable to stand another second without setting my eyes on him, I marched through the rest of the villa in search of Makai. My final stop was the bathroom where I found him stepping out of the shower. It wasn’t until the door was ajar and I witnessed the water dripping from his body that I heard the water running. He shut it off with the press of a button. When he turned around to face me, again, the lazy piece of meat in front of him was slowly growing.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know yo?—”
My eyes never left his growing tool as I tried pushing out words that were merely enough to make full sentences. Makai remained silent, allowing me to witness the birth of his erection. At its full potential, his manhood made my mouth water. I closed my eyes, giving myself a second to adjust.
Dear God, help me .
“You gon’ stand there letting your mouth water or you gon’ come suck this motherfucker?”
“Makai, I?—”
“Number four. You can be a lot of shit when you’re around me, but scared ain’t one of ’em.”
“I’m not. I just?—”
Makai made me swallow my words as he began to move toward me.
“Then make me a fucking believer and get on your knees.”
His command was deafening, dropping me to my knees instantly. The heat from his body warmed my face. The sight of his massiveness cured my curiosity. It was as prodigious as his presence. It was the perfect analogy for his demeanor.
His… everything . Everything was justified. The rudeness. The haughtiness. The dominance. The arrogance. The generosity. The… everything . Everything made sense now.
My fingers caressed Makai’s warmth. Manicured nails glistened around his meat, attempting to meet each other but failing miserably. At that moment, I regretted my profession. With a beautiful tool like his, lengthy, perfectly sculpted acrylic nails would’ve enhanced the visual.
Throbbing lips and a wet mouth parted, accepting the tip of him. Once, twice, I circled my tongue around his head, garnering a low grunt. A third and then fourth time led to his fingers in my hair, pulling it backward until my face was upward, staring into his lustful eyes.
“Don’t play with it, Mommas. You either gon’ stuff this motherfucker down your throat or get up.”
Blinking away the gloom that clouded my vision, I waited for Makai to continue. He’d yet to release me, letting me know he wasn’t finished.
“Aight?” he asked, peering down at me.
Nodding, I replied, “Yes.”
He never freed me from his grasp. Instead, he used it to guide himself inside my mouth, stopping only when his head hit the very back of my throat. Because my gag reflex was nonexistent, the reaction he was expecting wasn’t one that he received. He removed himself, creating a trail of saliva that was never-ending. The smirk of satisfaction on his face revealed that he was now privy to my little secret.
While occupied with his discovery, thoughts lingering, I used the opportunity to gain control. I pressed my hands against his thighs, offering stability, and sucked him back into my mouth.
“Shiiiit.”
Up and down, I bobbed, nearly releasing him each time I drew backward. Every time I pushed forward, I made sure he touched the back of my throat. Saliva pooled in my mouth, spilling out of the sides and sliding down the sides of my face.
When the timing felt right, I employed my hands, wrapping them both around his shaft. I twisted them in opposite directions while pulling upward, never releasing his tip from my mouth.
“Goddamn, girl.”
His body began to stiffen. He held onto the counter behind him for support. I refused to show any mercy. My hunger for his semen increased by the second. His climax was my mission, and I’d stop at nothing to watch him unravel under my influence. My hands, his thighs, my mouth, and my chest were both soaked. I lowered toward his balls, replacing my tongue and lips with my hands by extending their reach.
“Shit, Mommas.”
Sucking one into my mouth, I continued adapting to the taste of his skin. It was heavenly, forcing a moan from my throat.
“Ummmm.”
The heartbeat between my legs fueled me. I needed Makai’s semen like I needed my next breath. Without it, I felt as if I’d perish.
“Damn.”
His voice was thick, low, and laced with sex. His refusal to quiet himself made the hair on the back of my neck stand. It was the encouragement I didn’t know I needed.
Please say more .
With both balls in my mouth, I continued working his tool with my hands until I felt his bulge moving closer to the tip. Switching positions, I used one hand to continue massaging his sack and wrapped my lips around his missile, anxiously awaiting its firing.
“Dat dick ’bout to cum. Shit.”
His vow was music to my ears. Removing him from my mouth completely, I drained the pond that had formed underneath my tongue.
“SPUH.” I spat right on the head.
“Fuck!”
His stomach caved as his back arched forward. Before he was able to recover, he was at the back of my throat again. I continued bobbing until his entire frame grew stiff and his fingers were gripping at my scalp. He began assisting me, sliding in and out of my mouth, controlling my movements with the fistful of hair in his hand.
“Where you want this shit at?” he breathed.
Looking up at him, I watched as his face tightened. His brows dipped toward his nose and the veins in his neck sprouted suddenly. My message was clear. Verbiage wasn’t necessary. I used my hands to extract the cum from Makai. I stared into his dark, beasty eyes as it squirted on my cheeks, lips, chin, and chest.
His long fingers rounded my neck, applying light pressure as his tired eyes stared daggers into mine. Unsure of what he was preparing to say, I waited with baited, slightly restricted breaths.
“Put ya lips anywhere they ain’t supposed to be and I’m catching two cases, Kiwi.”
My face softened, instantly, as my lips curved into a smile. The liquor in my system soaked up every word that fell from his mouth. Just as quickly as he’d grabbed me, he’d released me. The running water and warm towel felt good across my face as I remained where I was, smile still plastered.
“Goofy ass girl,” I heard Makai hiss, lifting me until I was on my feet again. Still, the drunken smile persisted.