Chapter 19 Kennedy #3
“I’ve wished that since the shit left my mouth,” Relic replied, brushing a hand over his waves. His head turned in the direction Shabu and Pierre had walked off before he told her, “Go ear hustle to make sure the nigga ain’t crying like a bitch to P.”
“Relic!” She punched his chest as he chuckled. “His feelings are hurt.”
“You don’t think I know that?”
“Then, go talk to him! I’m about to go inside and peek at Jah. He hasn’t come out to be nosey in the last thirty or so minutes. That’s not like him.”
“He’s probably on that damn game, but go ‘head.”
He tapped her thigh, and she stood before holding a hand out for him. Relic grunted his annoyance but took it to lumber to his feet, knowing she wasn’t going to let it go until he went to check on Shabu.
Once Kennedy watched him trudge on the right path, she went in the opposite direction, passing where Tekken and Toot were at the edge of the pool, dangling their feet in the rose petal water.
Los chucked his chin, and she shot him a middle finger, making him laugh from the table he was playing Spades at with Tima, Calm, and Nubia.
The music blaring from the speakers outside decreased as she entered the house and made her way upstairs to Jahleel’s door that she pushed open.
A smile formed at seeing him sprawled across his bed, asleep.
Kennedy slipped inside to turn off his television, and removed the game controller from his hand to place on his stand, before dipping out to trek toward Relic’s room next.
She plopped onto the bed as soon as she stepped inside.
A relieved sigh seeped from her as she took off her heels and laid back, resting her eyes for a moment while she had the small chance to do so.
She wasn’t sure how long they were closed before a woodsy scent mingled with saffron swept into the room, cocooning her while causing a light throb in her center.
“How long are you going to stand there like a creep, Relic?” she asked after a minute or so of silence.
“I’m just enjoying the view. Is that alright with you?”
“If enjoying the view isn’t gon’ lead to me enjoying you, go away. I’m tired.”
As if he were waiting for the offer, the door shut and lock clicked, making her slowly peel open her eyes. Relic didn’t waste a second trekking over to the bed as his hand fumbled with his pants to undo and shove down.
Kennedy sat up, scooting toward the edge of the bed to meet him as her heart sped and matched the throbbing of her swelling clit at the sight of his dick springing loose.
The mere thought of tasting him, or feeling him inside her, caused her hand to tremble as she gripped his thick shaft with a hard squeeze.
Relic palmed her head and let out a moan that made her walls clench as she bent to inhale him into her mouth.
“Shit, Larenn,” he grumbled, jutting his hips to fuck her face as she went straight to work.
Her body was crooked and angled awkward, but she didn’t give a damn as she threw her neck, fisted the base of his shaft, and sloshed her spit around to trap his dick in a tsunami grip.
Kennedy swore they were in a duel of who could work the hardest because his hips slammed into her face just as swiftly as she sucked his hard-on to the back of her throat.
She choked and gagged but never lost her flow.
His protruding veins throbbed against her tongue like he was nearing his release the fastest that she had ever gotten him there.
She palmed his stomach and glided her soaked lips to and fro on his length, moaning when his fingernails incised her scalp before he emitted a husky groan while his dick twitched inside her mouth.
“Goddamn, you’re sucking my dick so fucking good. I ain’t ready to cum, but that shit is right there. You gon’ catch it?” When she lifted her watery eyes to his face with a nod, he requested, “Let me see, baby. I want to see you milk my dick and then drink it down.”
His directive pulled an eager whimper out of her as she happily obliged him—fisting his dick with both hands to create a grinding motion while sucking his mushroom headed tip.
Relic’s body jerked as a tell sign he was about to bust, and Kennedy opened her mouth wide, jerking his shaft until warmth shot out of him and coated her taste buds.
The sight alone made Relic reharden just as quickly as she’d pulled his first nut out of him.
“Fucking love how nasty you are, baby. Swallow,” he asserted, and she did so without preamble. Relic wrapped a hand around his shaft to keep the blood there as he told her, “Bend over and put at ass in the air. I want to feel that pussy from the back.”
His assertiveness was sending Kennedy’s pussy into mild convulsions before he was even inside of her.
After peeling off her panties with haste, she climbed in bed on all fours to remind him of why she was his favorite bitch.
Relic smacked her ass hard, spread her open, and thrusted inside her drenched hole that sucked him deeper and with more strength than her fucking jaws.
“Why the fuck is your pussy gripping me like this?” he uttered, clasping both hands at her waist as he started beating down her walls.
Kennedy matched his energy, throwing it back at him with her hands clenching the sheets and teeth sinking into her bottom lip. The pressure on her gut was heavy, but his dick knocking against her spot each time she rocked back made up for the pain.
“Fuck, you’re so deep, daddy, but it feels sooo good,” she lauded, deepening her arch to clap her ass against him with more urgency. Relic delivered a few rough smacks to each cheek, making her yelp before she praised, “This dick is pi bon an, daddy! I’m ‘bout to cum for you already.”
“This dick is what, Larenn?” He hit her pussy harder, smirking as her cum glazed him with each stroke. “Where you learn that at, baby? Tell me again. Tell daddy how I’m the best that’s been in this good ass pussy.”
“You’re the best dick ever, daddy! Fuck, I’m—”
An orgasm rocked through Kennedy’s core so damn hard that her voice failed her.
Her body locked up before her ears rang, and vision skewed, while Relic pounded her from the back until he was nutting in her with a low groan as his fingers curled into her sides.
Her breathing labored, and she tried to catch it as Relic climbed off her and stood, making her frown as she turned to study him.
He hadn’t done that since the first time they had sex.
“What just happened? Is everything alright?”
“Is everything ever alright?” he snapped, making her heart hammer so hard that she thought it was on the verge of breaking out her fucking chest. Relic sighed and tugged up his pants before saying so slowly, she almost missed it, “Tonight.”
That simple word sent her palpitating heart jolting to a stop, causing her breathing to labor. Nasuea hit her, and the air thinned in the room to where she was certain she’d pass out at any second. Kennedy showed none of it on her face.
Relic waited for her to react—for Kennedy to spiral or breakdown like she’d done when she found out about her brother’s murder.
He expected her, at the least, to cry like she’d done the first time she found out about his pending arrest. A slow coil started in his stomach when she simply stared but gave him no emotion to feed on.
“Did you hear me?” he verified. She nodded and then climbed out of bed to head to the restroom.
Kennedy, hearing the day had come for Relic’s arrest, put her on autopilot mode.
She grabbed a washcloth from the rack and treaded to the sink to take a bird bath while her mind tried recalling what her life had been like before him and how to get back there without his guidance.
Her stomach shriveled to a ball as she pictured federal agents storming inside and hauling him off like an animal since he was nothing more than that or a number to them.
She’d told Relic she couldn’t sit by and watch him get shackled, but he hadn’t left her alternate options.
Kennedy cleaned out her washcloth, tossed it into the dirty hamper along with her soaked panties, and padded back into the room, knowing the time had come to wrap their shit up in a bow to seal the end of it.
“Is there anything you want to tell me?” she quizzed, garnering his attention from where he sat at the edge of his bed. “Anything you want to get off your chest, or you think I should know to clear the air between us before it happens?”
“I just told you that the Feds are swooping in tonight, and that’s what you ask me? What is there to clear the air about, Kennedy, huh?”
“You tell me.”
Relic stood, pinched his nose bridge, and closed his eyes to level his temper she was trying to make him lose at the worst time.
Kennedy was testing his patience, pushing buttons, and crossing his wires as if he wasn’t at the point of detonation.
She was forcing his hand to pressure him to confess sins that were meant to stay buried because if they came to light, they’d destroy her.
It was like she wanted to hate him and embed him in her mind as the monster she’d been warned he was from day fucking one.
He leveled her a dry look and answered with a crisp tone that didn’t waver, “Whatever you need to know, you already know, Kennedy.”
“Well, in that case, I’ll be on my way. Thanks for the goodbye nut, at least.”