Chapter 6 #2
Somehow, after they’d gotten the boys situated and in bed, he wasn’t ready to leave.
She didn’t want him to either and leaped inside when he suggested they find a movie.
Too bad it watched them when they both fell asleep.
He pecked her lips, causing her eyes to fly open.
She tried to move, but he held her tightly.
“Don’t,” he warned her.
She nudged him in his chest, then shoved the comforter down in a panic. She pushed out a sigh of relief because at least he was in his boxers.
“Fuck,” she muttered. “The boys?”
“Are still asleep, and it’s just six.” He pecked her forehead since he knew she was trying to cover her mouth, praying it wasn’t stinky. “Sun ain’t even came up.”
“Thank God.” She collapsed on her back and stared at the ceiling. He wasn’t having that. Instead, he tugged her back onto his chest and held her.
“I’m surprised you’re up. You tossed and turned all night.”
Her silence was an indicator that she didn’t want to talk about it. She rarely slept peacefully, and the sleep she usually experienced over the years was after a drunken stupor.
“You were supposed to leave,” she reminded him. His reply was a lop-sided grin. “It was right after you asked to use the bathroom. I should have known when you pulled that movie trick.”
“We did watch one, and once we fell off in this bed, I couldn’t help it.”
The feel of the gold Egyptian satin sheets was akin to heaven. They easily had to be a 500-thread count. He wouldn’t know. He’d been to some high-end hotels where a few local-level celebrities threw parties, but he’d never made it to the bedroom or stayed overnight.
“Plus, I carried both of them to bed. Rell was heavy, and Travis mumbled and twisted in my arms the entire time. The least you could do was let me get a little rest,” he relayed, pleading his case.
“Scooter?” she whispered, looking up at him as she studied his face. He was so handsome. She knew he was teasing about their future children, but for the first time in her life, she actually thought about having her own. “What are we doing?”
Labels fucked with him, always did. Serita was the one who made him see they caused more trouble than they were worth.
Once he took her virginity, he was instantly her boyfriend.
He liked her, thought she was cute, but he wanted more pussy and not just hers.
Being the upstanding dude he was, they dated her last two years of high school.
He even took her to the prom, the whole nine, and still nothing.
He liked her enough to help her move on, except she still hadn’t.
He was for sure a Morris Brown or Morehouse College man would have swept her off her feet, but they hadn’t.
She was too invested in being Solomon Black’s girl.
He nuzzled his nose in her hair, inhaling how good it smelled. Her skin, too, was damn near perfect. His hand unconsciously slid to her ass, and she squirmed.
“Sir?” She groaned, trying to stay focused. Short of a few toys where she pleasured herself, her pussy hadn’t been touched. She was also used to being the aggressor, but she couldn’t deny how good it felt when he palmed her pussy. “I-I asked, what are we doing?”
He pecked her lips. “Whatever you want to do.” When she pushed him in the chest and pouted, he kissed her nose.
“Just say you’re trying to be mine, girl.” He tittered, but he was the only one when he slipped his hand around her waist. “Mean ass.”
“I am not mean.”
She smiled when he gripped her chin and kissed her.
When she didn’t resist, he went in for another one, but that time, he slid his tongue in her mouth.
Their tongues danced around as she moaned in his mouth.
His dick woke up when he pulled back and slid his finger over her lower lip, her chest heaving.
“I want you,” he confessed, nuzzling his nose against her neck.
“That tickles,” she whined, feeling her pussy flutter. He dragged his tongue around the shell of her ear until his lips rested against hers. “And my breath stinks. I hate I just kissed you.”
“So?” He leaned back and smiled before he kissed her. “A real nigga ain’t worried about that. Try sharing a room with three, maybe four niggas who been in the streets, getting that money for days on end with little to no sleep.”
That was him, Donovan, Gucci, and their other homeboy Speedy. “Fucking breath is the last thing on your mind. Dividing your goods and putting shit on the light bill was the priority, or better yet, the rent.”
She could relate, although she and Shonasia graduated to cooking dope within weeks. She’d put that good pussy on Chico, and before they both knew it, he’d put them in an apartment of their own.
He tilted her chin and slid his tongue in her mouth. A soft bite followed on her bottom lip as she hissed, then he gently sucked on her earlobe. Her pussy pooled with moisture as she moaned, feeling his dick against her thighs. She wanted him in the worst way when he slid between her legs.
“T-The boys,” she stammered, her back slightly arching.
“I know, but let me eat this pussy, put that fire out for you.” Just when it looked like she was about to agree, his cellphone vibrated. It had been since they’d been together. Instantly, she was annoyed, pushing him off and sitting up.
“Aye?” His head lifted, staring down at her somewhat amazed. He didn’t want to offend her, but he had to know. “You-You can actually move your legs?”
She gulped. All it took was for one nigga to try her in the club, underestimating her when he poured liquor over her head.
It happened after she realized she’d never fully walk again after a failed attempt at physical therapy.
She learned that what she lacked in strength in her legs, she made up for it with her hands, coupled with rage.
She’d pistol-whipped the nigga so bad that he left on a stretcher and fell into a coma.
Word got around that K Smooth was back. She was more ruthless, more gangster, and still had the baddest bitches flock her way.
She decided then she’d rather be strong in a wheelchair than appear crippled on her feet.
“I can but not walk walk.”
“Shit, I like you already, but baby girl, you’ll be damage on these streets, walking next to me as Solomon Black’s bitch.’
“Nigga, I ain’t no bitch.” She frowned when his slitted eyes greeted her. She knew what he meant.
“Or rolling. I don’t give a fuck, to be honest.” He crawled up just enough until his length was against her pussy. It was warm, and wet too. He was close to tossing caution to the wind when his cellphone vibrated again. “The hell is this?”
He grabbed it and pushed out a frustrated breath.
Most were from Serita, but the other missed calls or text messages were from family.
Donovan was whining about a beat he needed to finish, then it was his sister Leah, who wanted him to swing by and put up some blinds, and lastly, his grandmother who needed him to bring her two bunches of collard greens… and some weed.
“Move.” She kissed her teeth.
“Don’t do that,” he warned her. “I’m here with you, but shit doesn’t stop, Kee.” She noticed he’d called her that earlier. She liked it, but she wasn’t going to tell him, especially not when she was agitated.
“I didn’t expect it to. Unlike you, I have children to attend to, my truck is at the shop, and I handle my own business. You’re not the only nigga that’s his own boss.”
“Shit, I know. Hell, you’re doing more than able-bodied men and women are doing, Kee. I know I’m not fucking with what you have going on. Niggas just hitting my line because I’m not available like I normally am.”
“Niggas or hoes?” She pouted, and he smiled.
“Niggas like family.” He liked her too much to bring up Serita.
Hell, being in her crib was the inspiration he needed to live at that damn studio—from her California king-sized bed across to the floor-to-ceiling windows in her bedroom, giving her the perfect view of the sun that slowly rose in front of them.
What he loved most, however, was her walk-in closet.
It was almost the size of his bedroom, and her bathroom was like that of a high-end spa, complete with an accessible shower and jacuzzi.
His and her sinks were a nice added touch, although he wondered why the fuck she needed two of them when it was just her, until he thought about the woman who used to lie in her home—
Chaney. Reality quickly settled in as he sat up, scratching his beard. He couldn’t get mad, even though it did bother him.
“Let me get you to your truck. I’ll get the boys.”
“Naw, we’re good. I have my other shit in the garage.” She actually had two trucks and a Caprice Classic she’d gutted and had customized to accommodate her wheelchair.
“Shit, I got to get my money up to make your ass mine for real.” He chuckled, not realizing what he said until afterward. “Say, I ain’t trying to marry your ass. Don’t get all cocky.”
“Naw, stick with what you said.” She playfully shooed him away when he smacked her ass cheek. She glared when he lifted both brows.
“That’s what I thought. Now gimme a kiss.” She shook her head when he wrestled her down, planting kisses all over her face as she laughed to the point she was squirming underneath him. He had to admit that it was music to his ears, hearing her laughter.
Before he knew it, he pinned her down, lightly nipping her skin from her shoulder to breast. She gasped, her eyes stretched wide as he gently sucked her nipple.
She’d gotten off the hook the first time, but this time, he wasn’t backing down, especially when he could smell that pussy, feel the heat from it, too.
Before she knew it, his hand slipped inside her panties, and she was slick to touch.
“Shit,” she uttered, her eyes locked into his. Neither said anything, but said everything as he dragged his nose up her neck and against her ear.
“May I?” He watched her eyes land on where his hands were, her jaw lowered as he softly rubbed her mound. “I promise, I just want to eat your pussy.”
Immediately, her pussy quaked at the thought of him taking her inside his mouth.
Speechless, a nod would have to suffice.
He moved on it quickly before she changed her mind.
He lifted both legs, pulled her panties off and tossed her legs over his shoulders.
He parted her lower lips, his mouth salivating before he eased his tongue in between her slick folds.
“Scoooot.” She squeaked as his tongue slid up and down, then around and around.
It was so clean like water, but the sweetest pussy he’d ever eaten, which said a lot since he wasn’t much of a pussy eater.
No way was he not eating the goods until she creamed up nicely on his tongue, filling him up until she had no more to give.
“Got damn, Kee. Pussy taste so good,” he muttered, lifting her lower globes as he tongue-fucked her center.
“Shit, Scooter.” She huffed, her hands planted on his head. “Fuckkkk.”
He couldn’t believe how wet and good she tasted, lapping and lapping as her essence leaked into his mouth and down the crack of her ass. His tongue soon followed, her body trembling as he spit in her lower hole. Then he eased his finger inside. Her body stiffened, her skin flushed.
“That hurt?”
“Y-Yes, but k-keep going.” He smiled, easing one finger in and out before he planted his entire mouth over her lower hole. When she began to shake, he glided his tongue inside of her pussy and received the surprise of his life when her walls collapsed around his tongue like a hug.
“The fuck!” he spat in wonderment. “Look at me,” he demanded, his entire mouth and chin glistening from her release. “Don’t you ever in this fucking life or the next ghost my ass. You hear me?”
She heard him. Her pussy did too when he slid his tongue back inside of her, sucking and licking before she shot up and squirted, raining all in his mouth.
“Shit, nigga.” She huffed, panting as he slowly rose. He dragged his hand down his mouth and smiled. “The fuck.”
“Yeah,” was all he offered with a grin like he’d won the lottery.
He left her alone in bed, trying to gain her bearings, as he made his way to the bathroom. With no shame, he used her toothbrush to brush his teeth, then returned with a warm, soapy towel. He knew there was no turning back. One way or another, he had to send Serita on her fucking way.
“Open up, Kee.” Her eyes fluttered as he lifted one leg, then slowly wiped her center and lower hole. His dick twitched, but when his cell vibrated, he knew he had to go. He’d hidden in their world long enough. It was time he returned to his.
He leaned over and pecked her lips.
“See you later?” When she rolled her eyes, he gripped her neck. “Don’t make me ask twice.” For some reason, that tough shit turned her on.
“Yeah, but don’t hold me to that. It’s Saturday. The boys have chores, and then I promised them we’d go to the mall and movies.”
He liked that she was busy, not waiting for a nigga or a bitch to fill up her day, but at some point, when life settled down for him, she’d have to do more than pencil him in. She needed to be on his team and his schedule, full-time.