Chapter 31 Mekhi
“You gon’ keep that all to yourself or can your sister get in?”
Khayla’s voice reached me from the door of the guest bedroom that I had turned into a man cave.
Music played low in the background, and I was slumped on one of the couches, thinking about the fact that I had to talk to my mama because she might be part of some grimy shit.
Looking up, I held out the blunt to her.
She crossed the room and sat next to me before taking it.
One pull had her coughing and handing it back.
“What the hell, Khi?”
“Andretti OG,” I said, laughing at her strangled-looking face. “Ol’ weak ass girl.”
She hit me with a throw pillow before settling back against the couch. “So, you really have no idea who this Trell is?”
I shook my head. “None. Shit is aggravating as fuck.”
“You gon’ find him and get all your answers,” she reassured me.
“Oh, definitely. I just hate that it’s taking this long. The longer it takes—”
“The more you worry about Farrah.”
My head snapped up as she finished my sentence with that. I opened my mouth to argue but she grinned.
“Don’t even bother lying. Anybody can see you feeling that girl. I keep expecting you to change your mind about your plan.”
I shrugged. “I mean, if he takes the bait, it’s a good one. But…”
“But you don’t want anything to happen to her.”
“Yeah. I gotta keep her safe.”
She nodded. “How serious are you two?”
“Shit, you know I ain’t serious about none of ‘em.”
I tried to play that shit off with a chuckle.
Truth was, Farrah was making me do and feel shit I wasn’t comfortable with.
Jealousy wasn’t in me, but I felt some type of way when she was about to kiss Steel and when my niggas had stared at her in her nightshirt and when that bitch ass Ron had called himself her boyfriend.
And the thought of her giving that treasure between her thighs to anybody else, especially when I’d been the first to discover it, was a no-go.
Right now, as the weed mellowed me out, all I wanted to do was go find her and lay up under her.
That definitely wasn’t my type of behavior.
“She staying in your house, you overprotective of her, and you can’t keep your eyes off her. That’s as serious as I’ve ever seen you get.” Khayla pointed out.
“Can we talk about something else?”
“Yeah but changing the subject don’t make it not true.”
I handed her the blunt again. This time, she inhaled slowly, then let out a cloud of smoke.
By the third puff, her eyes were getting low, and she was settling back against the couch.
Good. Maybe all the talk was over. But I surprised myself a minute later after I toked on the blunt and opened my mouth.
“I’m not even supposed to like her.”
Khayla twisted around to look at me. “Why?”
“She ain’t my type. And she irritating as fuck. She don’t listen. And she think she too good for a nigga.”
She sat up fast as hell. “What you mean, she think she too good? Who she supposed to be? Don’t make me—”
I grabbed her arm and passed her the weed. “Chill. It’s not even that serious. She just bougie as hell.”
I told her about the first time I met Farrah and the frown on her face started to disappear. She smirked at me.
“You so clueless.”
“What?”
“Nothing. I can see the bougie, though. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. And hell, it might be time for you to have a different type. None of them other chicks worked.”
“Yeah, whatever. It ain’t that deep.”
She shrugged. “If you say so.”
“I’m for real.”
“We’ll see. Well, if Mama doesn’t run her off.”
I sucked my teeth. I debated telling her what Trell said, then decided against it. No use having her look at Mama sideways if he was just trying to fuck with me. “Man, Gillian better sit down. She knows she don’t run shit over here.”
“You know she doesn’t think anybody is good enough for you. If Farrah can deal with her, she might be the one for you.”
“Khayla, talk about Paris or some shit. I’on wanna hear that.”
She laughed then started telling me about her trip. I spent another hour with my sister, just talking and relaxing in a way I hadn’t been able to since all this shit started. Finally, I looked down at my watch.
“Been away from her long enough, huh?” she teased.
“Man, whatever. I just need to go check in on her.”
Khayla stood up and stretched before walking over to the door. “Mm-hmm. Go ahead. Let me know when you got a detail ready for me and mama so we can get out your way. Last thing I wanna hear is some bird screaming my brother’s name.”
“Nasty ass!”
She disappeared with a soft laugh. I followed her out the room, stopping at Farrah’s door.
I didn’t bother to knock, just let myself in.
She was lying across the bed, the phone I had given her back earlier clutched in her hand as she slept.
The right thing to do probably would have been to leave her alone.
But not me. Instead, I closed and locked the door quietly before walking over to the bed.
Her sundress had worked its way up and I could see the bottom of those thighs that had held on to me so tightly just the night before.
Just the thought had my dick hard as fuck.
I ran my fingers along the soft skin of her inner thigh.
She made a low sound before her eyes blinked open.
“Mekhi,” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
“What… what are you doing?”
I let my hand slide up higher until my fingers brushed the seat of her panties.
“What it feel like, shorty?” I asked, kneeling next to her.
“But… but your mama here…” her words ended in a sigh when I eased my finger under the material and stroked her clit.
“You act like she in this room.”
“Mekhi—”
I stretched over her and covered her lips in a kiss, my hand still busy under her dress as I pulled her panties off.
She played shy at first, but she had my fingers slippery wet, and her thighs were spreading in no time.
I settled between them before untying the straps of her dress and pulling the top down to reveal her bra.
Pushing it up, I lowered my lips to her already-hard nipple and sucked on it.
She moaned and grabbed my locs, pulling me closer to her chocolate-scented, thick body.
I swirled my tongue before releasing her and easing further down.
I didn’t stop until my lips brushed the top of her pussy.
She sucked in a breath as my tongue trailed down to her folds, parting them.
Slowly, I licked her, and her body tensed against me, her thighs clamping down.
I pushed them apart and held on tight, licking her in long, slow strokes that had her twisting and turning and whispering my name.
Her fingers tangled in my hair as I sucked her clit into my mouth, rubbing it with my tongue.
Her hips began a slow, sensual grind on my face. Opening her thighs wider, I slid two fingers inside her tight-ass pussy.
“Khi-Khi-Khi…”
She chanted my name as she continued to rock, those pretty, thick ass thighs threatening to suffocate me. But, shiii, if I had to go…
Her breath caught, and her sweet pussy clenched around my fingers. She was right at the edge and I was about to push her ass off.
“I’m about to cum. Oh, my God, Khi, I’m about to—”
Wet as my face was, she didn’t have to tell me. I loved it. Pressing my face into that fat mothafucka, I lapped all that shit up, leaving not a drop.
“Mekhi, you killing meee,” she panted.
As I finally eased up her body, the anticipation I felt knowing I was about to enter a place where only I had been had me feeling territorial. I wanted to claim her pussy, claim her. That had me stopping, wondering if I had become the poster boy for pussy-whipped.
“My turn.”
Those seductive words redirected my focus.
“What?”
But she was already pushing on my shoulders, changing our positions. Suddenly, she was on top of me and sliding down my body.
“You know what you doing down there?” I teased.
She looked up at me through those thick lashes, a smirk curving her full lips.
“Watch me work.”
And I did. I didn’t want to think about the other niggas she may have done this to, but the way baby swallowed my shit and let that throat work around it…
Her mouth was a close second to the heaven between her thighs, and that was saying something.
Hot, wet, and with just the right suction, she worked my dick, her hand curling and pulling with an insistent pressure.
I lasted two minutes before I had to yank her thick ass off me.
She gave me a smug smile. “Expert level unlocked, huh?” she taunted.
Yeah, she had to pay for that. I flipped her on her back, folded her in half, knees by her ears, and sank into her.
“Mekhiiii,” she begged as I pounded into her.
I smiled down at her. Expert level, huh?
Game on, Little Thug.