27. Vegarro “Vega” Moretti #2
She let out a sharp gasp, and her back arched as the cool air hit her bare skin.
I stepped up behind her, pressing my frame against her backside.
I loved the way she looked sprawled out like that.
Those thick thighs were trembling. Her glasses slid slightly down her nose.
I leaned over her, my ink-covered arms bracing myself on the table, and buried my face right between her ass cheeks.
The smell of her was intoxicating. She was sweet, musky, and soaking wet.
I didn't tease. I dove right in, my tongue licking a long, slow stripe from her asshole straight up to her clit.
Sonnet let out a loud, guttural moan, and her fingers clawed at the table.
I focused on that little nub, swirling my tongue around, sucking her deep into my mouth while my hands spread her cheeks wide.
I wanted to taste every bit of her. I flicked my tongue fast, mimicking the rhythm I knew she loved, listening to her whimpers turn into frantic pleas.
She was dripping, her juices coating my lips and chin, and I drank her in like I was starving.
I felt her start to peak. Her hips jerked back against my face, but I pulled away just before she hit the edge. I wanted her desperate for this dick.
I stood up, unzipped my pants, and freed my thick and throbbing dick. I grabbed her hips again, pulling her ass flush against me. I guided my head to her opening, the heat radiating off of it made my dick jump.
I pushed in slow at first, feeling the resistance of her tight walls. She was still so new to this. Her center gripped me like she was trying to hold on to me for dear life. I groaned from the sensation of her virgin pussy squeezing my length almost too much to handle.
"You're so fucking tight, Glasses," I growled in her ear.
Once I was buried deep, I didn't wait. I started to hammer into her, hard and fast. Each thrust made a wet, slapping sound that filled the room.
I wasn't being gentle; I wanted her to feel every bit of this dick.
I watched the way her body jolted forward with every hit, her breasts swinging, her hair messy and wild across the table.
I could feel her stretching, her muscles finally starting to give way and mold around me. "Yeah, just like that. Your pussy's finally getting used to this dick. You're taking all of it, ain't you?"
She screamed, a loud, unfiltered sound of pleasure, as I hit her G-spot with every deep drive.
I reached around, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them, pulling her back into me so I could hit the bottom of this motherfucka.
I increased the pace. My thrusts became violent and rhythmic, driving her face-first into the mahogany.
I could feel her climaxing. Her walls pulsated and clamped down on me in waves.
That was the trigger I needed. I let out a loud groan, thrusting one last time as deep as I could go, filling her up, leaving us both shaking and breathless.
I walked down the hallway of the hospital with a bag of food in one hand and a hoodie tucked under my arm. Lowe had been complaining about the hospital being too cold and he was constantly requesting meals, now that he could eat.
I knocked once before opening the door.
He was sitting up in bed with the TV muted, one leg covered by the blanket and the other propped in a brace. His beard had grown in thicker, and his face looked leaner.
He looked at the bag in my hand. “If that ain’t enough for me, get the fuck out.”
I closed the door behind me. “You this rude to everybody saving you from mashed potatoes with no seasoning?”
“That hospital food got me wishing Promise finished the job.”
“Don’t say that shit.” I set the food on the tray table and pulled the chair closer to the bed. “I’m surprised Lux not here getting on the nurses nerves.”
Lowe scoffed. “I’m glad he’s not. That nigga been watching me sleep. That shit weird.”
I chuckled. “He’s scared.” Then I asked him, “How you feeling?”
He stared at the TV. “I feel like I got shot, almost died, woke up broken, and everybody keep telling me to be grateful because I’m breathing.”
I sat back, watching him pick at the edge of the blanket. Lowe was usually the quieter one between him and Lux, but quiet didn’t mean he was soft. He had always been sharp with it, observant, and only spoke when it mattered.
Now the pain had him exposed in ways he hated.
“They saying I gotta learn how to walk again. You know how crazy that sound?”
“Yeah.”
“I been walking my whole life without thinking about that shit. Now they got therapists coming in here talking about range of motion, nerve response, foot drop, braces, walkers, all this bullshit.” He swallowed hard and looked toward the window.
“They keep telling me it’s progress that I can feel certain touches on my leg.
Progress? Nigga, I used to run up stairs two at a time.
And people already acting different. That’s the part nobody tell you about. ”
I frowned. “Who?”
He gave me a bitter smile. “A couple of the homies came through and ain’t know what to say.
They looked at my leg, then looked at the floor, then started talking about the weather like we old as hell.
” He shook his head. “And these hoes? Word got around that I might not walk right for a while. Might need a brace. Might need help. Now some of them all of a sudden ‘so busy’.” He laughed sarcastically.
“One girl texted me talking about she praying for me, then unfollowed me before I could even respond. Another one asked Lux if my dick still worked.”
“What she look like?”
His brows curled as he asked, “Why?”
“So, I know who not to let back in the club.”
That got half a smile out of him, but it disappeared fast. “This shit is embarrassing. I know I’m supposed to be thankful to be alive, and I am. But I’m mad as fuck, Vega. I’m mad I can’t get up and piss without somebody helping me.”
“You’re allowed to be mad.”
“Don’t make it easier.”
“Listen to me. You got shot multiple times and survived what should’ve put you in the ground.
That don’t mean you gotta smile through rehab or be grateful every second.
You can be pissed. You can hate it. You can cuss everybody out from the bed.
But you can’t let this convince you that you’re less than who you were.
You have to learn how to walk again, and that’s fucked up.
But learning again don’t mean starting from nothing.
You still you. Your mind still works. Your family still got you.
And if some friends or women disappear because you got hurt, it’s good that they finally showed you who they really are. ”
He blinked hard, looking away from me.
“The people who really fuck with and love you are going to ride through this with you. Lux is damn near living in this hospital. Your mama has been praying so much her throat is sore. Lowe, you got people who will be right by your side, dragging you through every step of this even if you hate us for it.”
His bottom lip trembled for a second before he pulled it between his teeth to keep the emotions in check. “I hate needing help, and I hate people seeing me like this.”
“We would rather see you like this than not see you at all.”
He took a rough breath and stared at the ceiling.
I gave him a second before saying, “Keep your head up. Because you not done. This is going to be a long road. You not even close to being done, so you can’t start giving up now.”
He nodded slowly.
The room went quiet for a little while. I opened the takeout from Jerk Villa and pushed one toward him.
He picked up the fork, asking, “How are you and Sonnet?”
“You in here fighting for mobility and worried about my woman?”
“Yeah.” He smiled a little. “Because if I almost died and you still fumbling that nerdy fine girl, I need to know so I can roast you before the next surgery.”
I laughed under my breath. “We good.”
“You love her?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yeah.”
His smile grew, weak but real. “Damn. Vega Moretti in love. That’s crazy.”
“Don’t do too much.”
“Nah, I’m happy for you. For real. She good for you. I saw it before all this. You looked different around her.”
“How?”
“Less like you wanted to kill everybody in the room.”
“That ain’t saying much.”
“It is for you.” Lowe finally took a bite of food, chewed slowly, then pointed the fork at me. “Don’t let this shit make you push her away either. You probably on some extra controlling shit right now.”
I looked away, feeling guilty.
He gave me a tired look. “Exactly. Don’t cage that girl up because you scared. She already been through enough.”
I leaned back, letting his words sink in.
Lowe looked down at his leg. “If I gotta learn how to walk again, then you can learn how to love without acting like a prison warden.”
“That was poetic for a nigga in a hospital gown.”
He finally grinned genuinely. “Trauma gave a nigga range.”
I laughed, and this time he laughed a little too.