17. September
SATURDAY EVENING
“How old were you when you left home?”
The night before, Priest and I had opened up to each other. That created a chill vibe between us where we could talk without the walls we had erected to protect ourselves. He had left my door unlocked and allowed me to roam around the house throughout the day.
After we ate, he returned to his bedroom, and I followed him.
“The first time, I was eleven. I couldn’t take my mama’s shit, and I couldn’t cope with my little sister’s death. I was supposed to be her protector, and I failed at that. Whenever men came by to see my mama before that day, I took care of Trina, my little sister. I fed her, played with her, made sure her diapers were changed, and made sure she took naps when shit got too loud with my mama and her men. I made sure them niggas whose eyes strayed to her didn’t get a chance to lay their hands on her. If I felt I couldn’t protect her, I’d get her out of the house, and we’d go across the walk to Miss Janine’s house.”
“She was a neighbor?”
“Yeah. An older lady who watched over us whenever she could. That day, I never got the chance. So, yeah, I couldn’t stick around too much. Most times I would leave home for weeks at a time and come back when I got too tired. That lasted for two years until I finally left home at thirteen for good. I didn’t go back.”
“Why not?”
“There wasn’t shit to go back to. She was cracked out. My mama didn’t care about the shit she allowed me to see her do to men or see men do to her. I mean, she was still my mama… even if she was just a cracked-out ho by then. I just couldn’t stick around. I couldn’t protect her, and I’d failed to protect my little sister, so I hit the streets. At least I could pick and choose what I was exposed to.”
“What about your grandmother?”
“She was in and out of the hospital with kidney and diabetes problems. I didn’t wanna be a burden on her.”
“I doubt she’d see it that way.”
“Didn’t matter. She died when I was fourteen anyway.”
“How did you survive on the streets?”
“Robbing folks. Stealing shit from stores. Selling dope.”
“Where did you stay?”
“Abandoned apartments, the streets, and as I got older, friends’ houses.”
“And this… the MC, the businesses, how did you manage to do all this?”
“By the time I was seventeen, I met a cat named Soul. He started the MC, but back then, he’d only had one of the chop shops, a restaurant, and a bar. In time, I convinced him to invest in both of the car wash operations. The two motorcycle dealerships, the other chop shop, and the restaurants came under my leadership.”
“How did you manage all that?”
“Wise investments. Strong relationships. A head for numbers and a respect for money.”
“What happened to him?”
“He retired out of the MC. He still comes around from time to time, but his old ass is playing dominos, playing cards, and boning his fifty-two-year-old girlfriend as much as possible.”
“Have you ever been in a relationship, Priest? I mean, not like what you have with Cheekz?”
“Listen, I ain’t had shit with Cheekz. I just love my dick too much to stick it in every dripping hole that passes by me. I ain’t like the brothers. I ain’t got shit to prove. As a li’l hothead running the streets, I got burnt by a girl one time. That’s all it took for me to not only wrap it up on every occasion but to be selective about who got the dick.”
“You weren’t too selective with me.”
“Yeah, I was. Didn’t mind you sucking a nut up out of it, but jumping in this pussy took me watching you and knowing who I was fucking with,” he disputed.
He smacked my pussy as he spoke, and she throbbed for him. I widened my legs to encourage him to give me more. I reached up and behind me to loop my arms around his neck. Priest lowered his head and pressed his soft, succulent lips against mine. The kiss was slow and patient without demand. I loved this gentler side that Priest allowed me to see. It made me want to know him more and spend more time with him. It made me want to forget everything else that existed and just be in this space with him. I spread my thighs, and he inserted two fingers inside of my sleep shorts and rubbed my slit up and down.
I rolled my hips and pushed upward so that his fingers slipped inside. My mouth opened to him, and he took the kiss deeper while he fucked my pussy hard with his fingers. God, he knew how to make my body feel so good. Just being with Priest this way made all my cares and worries slip away. I knew there was no way that I could return to my father and Daniel Usher. Fuck them to hell and back. My father deserved to burn in hell for his sins. He was a liar, a creep, and a fucking monster who I wanted nothing else to do with, and I was now certain that Daniel was the same.
I had known Priest three weeks and one day, and I knew without a doubt that he was better than either of them. He was a better person and man, and I was sure he was a better lover than Daniel would prove to be.
“I want you inside of me now, Priest,” I moaned.
“Sure about that?”
“I’m very sure,” I purred.
“Can I get it raw?”
“What?”
“I wanna feel you, Ember, without barriers.”
“I don’t know, Priest.”
“Your little ass ain’t had sex in six years. Told you I don’t fuck without a rubber. Ain’t did that shit since I was a kid.”
“Then why now?” I moaned. His fingers were still inside of me. I twerked my hips as he pumped and scissored me with his fingers.
“I wanna connect with you,” he answered. Priest’s mouth was near my ear, and he licked my earlobe. That shit felt good as hell.
He moved away from me and grabbed his phone.
“What are you doing?” I asked in horror.
“Chill ya li’l ass out. Just logging into a portal and showing you something.”
I scooted closer to him as he pulled up an app on his phone called MEDEx.
“It’s an app Dr. Abbey created. She’s our MC doc. We paid for her to go to college, so she’s available for us whenever we need her.”
“Why did you pay for her college tuition?”
“She was a runaway I used to know. All the while she was on the streets, she was still going to school. She graduated with honors, despite her situation. And it wasn’t me who paid for her tuition specifically. It was Soul when he was still involved. “Here, that’s what I want to show you.”
He pointed to lab results for an STD panel. I viewed the list of items from HIV to Hepatitis and everything in between. Each list had a result of “Negative.” The date on the report was nine weeks prior.
“Satisfied? Trust me when I tell you I ain’t digging in nothing raw, not sushi or pussy. But I do want yours with your little virgin ass,” he declared.
“Can I see your phone?”
“For what?”
“I want to log into the online portal for my medical records and show them to you.”
He sucked air in between his teeth.
“Come on, Priest. My back is against your chest. You can see everything that I’ll do. It’s not like I’ll text or call anyone.”
He huffed out a sigh and handed me the phone. It took less than five minutes for me to sign into the portal, show him my records, and log back out again.
“What’d you take the test for?”
“Part of my most recent annual. I don’t need to have the STD screening since I’m celibate, but I always get it, just in case something changes with me and a partner, and I can show him my records.”
“Consider shit changed, li’l virgin,” he replied after I logged out. He grabbed his phone from my hands and tossed his phone onto the other side of the bed.
“I’m not a virgin. You can only be that once, and I’m pretty sure with all you’ve done to me, I’ve passed that point.”
Priest flipped me over onto my back, and I got up on all fours again.
“Baby, I ain’t did half of what I’m gon’ do. Now you gon’ let me get this pussy raw or not?”
“Mmkay,” I whispered as he pumped his fingers inside of me.
Priest slipped his fingers from within me and sucked them into his mouth. That shit turned me on even more and made my nipples harder. I climbed off the bed and quickly undressed while he did the same.
When I climbed onto the bed on all fours with my back to Priest, he placed his hand on my back and dragged it down slowly to cover my ass. His hands spread my cheeks wide, and he asked, “Can I baptize this ass?”
“Priest, that’s virgin territory.”
“The perfect specimen to christen, don’t you think?”
“Something about this sounds so wrong,” I replied and laughed.
I remained on all fours, and Priest kissed the middle of my back before he moved up and did the same thing to my shoulders. When he moved back to my ass, I lowered the upper half of my body and pressed my face into the blanket. He kissed both ass cheeks and slid his fingers into my pussy.
I pushed back on his fingers, and my pussy fluttered around them. Priest used his head to force my thighs wider. He licked my pussy and sucked it while his fingers thrust up into it. I cried out as I tried to stifle my need to release. Priest pulled his fingers out of me and gripped both my ass cheeks again. This time, he spread them apart, and I felt his tongue pressing against my rear entrance.
My eyes flew open at the pressure and then closed again at the sumptuous feeling.
“Oh, shit, Priest. Eat that ass, baby,” I cried out as my pussy pulsed.
I reached between my legs and stuck my fingers in my own damn pussy. The feeling of his tongue pushing into my asshole and my fingers inside of my flesh was intense. The way I leaked around my fingers several seconds later was crazy.
Priest flipped me over onto my back and slid right up into me.
“Gahdamn, Ember,” he groaned.
It felt like my pussy instantly swelled around him. I gripped him tightly and juiced up three times as much as I had been before. I planted my palms firmly on the mattress, dipped low to increase the arch in my back, and thrust hard against him.
Priest’s hands gripped my hips tightly. “Mm, that’s it, baby. Give Priest that pussy like I created it.”
My ass shook each time I bounced against him, and my hips circled wildly. I couldn’t get enough of this man, and every slap to my ass, exclamation about how good my pussy was, and every term of endearment that he called me made me want to give him more.
“Slow up for me, baby.” He grumbled when he pressed his fingertips into my hips.
I slowed down, and he shoved his finger into my ass.
“Mm, Priest,” I moaned and licked my lips.
“That feels good, baby?”
“Feels so good.” I whimpered.
“Good, let me get inside of there.”
“Priest, you’re asking for a lot.”
“But I’m also giving a lot, baby,” he murmured when he pulled out of me.
I instantly missed how he filled me and how complete I felt with our connection. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him going through a drawer.
“I’ve got some lube to make it easier,” he announced.
I couldn’t believe that I actually considered it as he opened the bottle and poured the lube on his dick. When he poured it into my asshole, I flinched at the cool sensation pouring into my hole.
“Hold still. I need to get it all inside of there.”
“Mmkay,” I whimpered.
When he did, his fingers returned to my pussy and slid them up and down before he circled my clit. I rocked my hips at the erotic feeling soaring through me, and Priest plunged his fingers inside of me.
“This is strawberry-flavored lube,” he pronounced.
I wasn’t certain why he told me that until I felt his tongue in my ass again. “Ohh, shit, Priest. Umm,” I moaned.
He pulled back. “You like when I eat this ass?”
“Hell yes,” I muttered and sunk my teeth into my bottom lip.
“I’ve got something more for you. I just need you to relax and trust me.”
“Trust you when you kidnapped me?”
“Hey, what we’re about to do will create an unbreakable bond between us, baby. You gotta trust me.”
Against all my judgment, I sighed. “Okay.”
“Relax. I promise I can make it feel good.”
And he did. It took several minutes with repeat reminders for me to relax, trust him, and go with the flow. Once we got past the head, I was able to get into it.
“Damn, Priest,” I cried out. I had no idea that it would feel this good. I reviewed his words, “ What we’re about to do will create an unbreakable bond between us, ” repeatedly in my mind.
“Priest,” I hissed.
“What, love?” he asked.
He grabbed my hips and slowly pumped in and out of my ass.
“I’m ’bout to cum.”
“Cum for me, baby. Don’t hold back. This ass was everything I hoped it would be. Let me see that cum dripping down your thighs.”
I lost my damn mind and threw that ass on him until I skeeted everywhere. That shit drove that nigga insane because the next thing I knew, he grunted loudly, groaned, and then I felt him explode inside of me. We collapsed on the bed together, and he held me for a while.
“We have to get cleaned up,” I whispered.
“I know.”
His arms tightened around me as I watched the sun go down through the large bay windows of his bedroom.
“I just wanna chill a minute longer like this.”
It broke my heart that he had never experienced this. Although Evan and I hadn’t done as much as Priest and I had, we did share intimate moments after sex. My heart hurt for Priest when I recalled all he had been through in life. Had anyone ever loved him aside from his grandmother and a two-year-old sister who didn’t know anything about love?
“Priest,” I whispered.
“What?” he muttered.
“You said that we would have an unbreakable bond.”
“And we do.”
“What does that mean?”
“That I’ll always protect you, and I ain’t gonna let shit come between us.”
“Even after I go back?” I asked. “To my life, I mean,” I clarified.
“You ain’t gonna go back. Not because I won’t let you, but because you don’t want to.”
I sighed contentedly. Why argue about something I knew was true? I didn’t plan on being a part of the MC, and I did want to pursue my career, but I couldn’t imagine not being around him after these last three and a half weeks.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah,” he replied, running his hand across my belly.
“What’s your real name? I mean, like your whole name.”
Priest told me his name, and a chill ran up my spine. When I turned over, I stared into cold, soulless black eyes.