Chapter 7 #2
I leaned back in the seat, now even more pissed off than I was before.
I don’t care what anybody says, it's easier to know that your man, or the person you want to be your man, is fucking with someone uglier than you, broker than you, or someone who’s been passed around more than you.
I know I didn’t have it all, but my body alone could shut down a lot of bitches as competition.
I, however, can’t compete with a woman who is that sophisticated.
Crew may think in his head that opposites attract or some shit.
It was quiet out here now, silent in that awkward kind of way. I tapped my fingers together over my stomach, which had only gone down a little since I had the baby.
“Yo, Pretty P!” I heard Crew’s voice shout from the back door just as thoughts of slapping the fuck out of him ran through my head.
I rolled my eyes so fuckin hard before I finally stood up to see what he wanted.
“What is it?” I yelled back.
“I'm sorry, but can you come get her real fast. I have to use the restroom.”
“Girl, I’ll be back.”
“I can go get her if you want. You don’t have to do all that walking, P.”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll get her. I want to give her a couple of kisses anyway.” I lied about my reasoning for wanting to go inside the house.
I walked from the garden and up the stairs, where Crew was standing in the doorway, bouncing Amira and smiling in her face.
Even that shit was irritating me right now.
I wanted to tell my daughter not to fall for a man with pretty teeth like her father because a lot of their asses have ugly intentions behind good looks.
“Here goes, mama, pretty girl. She’s going to hold you for a little bit while daddy gets himself together, alright?” He bounced his finger that she had her hand wrapped around.
“Crew, why couldn’t you just lay her down while you use the restroom?”
“Because she was probably going to cry, and you know I don’t like that shit.”
“Well, you need to get used to it. You shouldn’t want to raise no weak ass little girl.”
“Watch your mouth, P.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Don’t just say no shit like that.”
He handed her to me, and I walked into the room as he went to the restroom.
Crew was in there for a while, before I heard the shower running. He is such a neat and clean man, so of course, he took showers after doing the number two.
I sat back on the bed, rocking my baby and looking into her beautiful eyes, trying to calm down enough to not want to kill her dad.
Right now, I felt played by Crew more than ever, and he needed to see how the fuck I felt, just once.
As I thought that, an idea popped into my head.
I’m not going to say I wanted to get payback on Crew, but I wanted him to feel played by me for once.
I couldn’t go around popping my pussy because it was still healing, and I honestly had a few more weeks before I could even get some dick from a nigga.
But I’m not new to this shit, I’m true to this, and just like Crew has his ways of making bitches feel a way, I have mine too.
“Shh, I’m here,” I whispered as I bounced Amira all the way over to her bassinet and laid her down. I rested my hand on her chest for about ten seconds, watching her blink until she finally settled, just like I knew she would if Crew gave her the chance.
Once she was calm, I stepped out of the room and across the hallway into the restroom where Crew was.
“Yo, I’m in here,” he shouted through the door.
He thought it was someone else until he saw me walking in, and he stood there with a towel slung over his right shoulder with his dick hanging like a tree branch.
“Do you need to use the restroom now or something?”
“Nope. I’m not here for that.”
“Then what do you need?” he asked, grabbing the deodorant from the counter, making his dick sway like a choir.
Crew always seemed more confident naked. Any time he was around me with his dick out, he didn’t look like he had a care in the fuckin world. That’s how you know he was packing. I’d dealt with plenty of niggas in the past who wouldn’t take their pants off unless the lights were off.
“I came in here to ask to suck your dick. I’m feeling it.”
“Excuse me?” he said, squinting his eyes.
“Why do you want to do that?”
“Because it’s therapeutic for me, that’s why. Just shut up and sit down, Crew.”
“Sit down where P? This is a restroom?”
“Put down the top on the toilet seat and sit down,” I told him, damn near forcing his hands.
Once Crew sat down, I dropped to my knees in front of him, grabbed his dick, and instantly went to town, taking it down my throat, gagging, and spitting on it all while I stroked it with my left hand.
Crew didn’t know what to do. I could tell the head caught him completely off guard, but the way he was moaning told me he needed it.
He probably hadn’t had his dick sucked, skin pulled, tugged on like I was doing in a minute, and just because I’d been sucking plastic for years didn’t mean my skills were gone.
One thing I could do was suck some dick.
“Oh shit, P, shit. Fuck.”
Crew’s hands balled up in my hair. I knew he was about to bust, so I pulled my mouth off his dick and stood up in front of him.
“What the fuck, man? Why did you stop? I was almost there. Come on.”
“Nah, I’m done, love.” I smiled, wiping my saliva off my mouth and chin.
“What the fuck do you mean you’re done? I was almost there.”
“I don’t care. I’m done.”
He exhaled.
“P, why the fuck would you suck my dick and not see it all the way to the end? You’re playing with me, right?”
“No, I’m not playing with you. If you want to finish, you need to do it yourself.”
“Do it myself?” he repeated as I put my hand on the doorknob.
“What the fuck does that mean, P?” he kept asking as I twisted the knob.
“Look, if you need someone to help you finish, go get Judge Judy to do it for you or something.”
I walked out and slammed the door with a smirk on my face.
I heard Crew smacking his lips from across the hallway and mumbling what were probably curse words.
Knowing that he was in there mad was just the small bit of relief that I needed.
Now we can both be angry today and tired as hell from staying up all night with our newborn child.
Actually, tonight is his night for the night shift, so I’ll be sleeping while he’s up forming a bad case of the blue balls, and that’s exactly what his ass gets. Let's see if that judicial pussy was worth it.