Chapter 9
I opened my eyes to the most beautiful, calming sight . . . Graham’s face. He looked peaceful, serene, and as if he didn’t have a care in the world. It was hard to believe a man with such a tranquil presence spent most of his life chasing criminals, but I guess it made sense.
Thoughts of the night before came to mind, and I remembered everything except us having sex. I reached beneath the sheets and touched myself, and I didn’t feel sore. There was no way this man and that monster he called a penis penetrated me without leaving me sore.
I recalled being on top of him, grinding on his dick, and climaxing. I also remembered the way he ate my pussy like a starved man, but nothing after that came to mind.
As I adjusted my body, my leg brushed against his dick.
Before I could stop myself, I was caressing it.
If an example of morning wood was ever needed, this was it.
Although the events from the night before seemed sketchy, I remember him making me cum with his mouth.
The least I could do was return the favor.
I slid underneath the comforter and lifted his dick to my mouth. It was big, and I wasn’t sure I remembered how to suck dick, but I was determined to do my best. I could barely fit half of him in my mouth, so I covered the rest with my hand.
After bobbing my head up and down a few times, I swirled my tongue around the head. He began to stir, and I felt his fingers in my hair.
“Shit, baby.”
I took that to mean I was doing okay and boosted my confidence. Suddenly, the comforter no longer covered me, and when I peeked up at Graham with my mouth full of his dick, he groaned.
My mouth was slippery with saliva and precum, sliding up and down the top half of his dick with ease, and my hand did the same on the bottom half.
“Suck that shit, baby. Just like that.”
Both of his hands were now on my head, his fingers massaging my scalp as he controlled my pace. Sucking dick was like riding a bike. No matter how much time had passed, you never forgot how to do it.
“Argh!” he groaned. “I’m fucking cummin’!”
I tried to keep sucking, but I no longer had control over the situation.
He held my head and fucked my face until he exploded in my mouth.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he lifted my head and collapsed.
I returned to my spot next to him with tears falling from my eyes and remnants of semen on my tongue.
“Good morning,” I greeted.
“Shit. Good fucking morning to you.”
A few seconds later, his ass was fast asleep.
I guess I did a good job, I thought. I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I dressed in some workout clothes and took Que for a long walk.
When I returned, I was starving. Graham was still asleep, so I decided to make breakfast. I finished cooking about an hour later, just as my overnight guest entered the kitchen.
“You’re finally awake.”
I stood in front of the stove, and he approached me from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
“Aye, you got nobody to blame but yourself. What time is it?”
“Almost ten. You hungry?”
“Starving. What’d you make?”
“Bacon, cheesy eggs, pancakes from scratch, and I used the shrimp I had left from yesterday to make shrimp and grits.”
“Damn. I’ve been asleep long enough for you to cook all that?”
“It’s been a few hours. Sit down, and I’ll make your plate. You want everything?”
“Hell yeah.”
A few minutes later, we were enjoying our food with a glass of orange juice.
“I wanted to make mimosas, but I didn’t have any champagne.”
“This is perfect. Everything tastes good as hell.”
We ate in silence for a minute, but I had a burning question.
“So, did we have sex last night?”
He chuckled with his mouth full and didn’t respond right away.
“I’m low-key offended.”
“Offended? Why?”
“Because when we have sex, you won’t wake up wondering if we did. You’ll be walking funny for days following penetration from this dick.”
I smacked my lips and rolled my eyes but knew he was speaking the truth.
“Whatever. I didn’t think we did, but I wanted to be sure.”
“Like I said, there would be no question.”
“Was it because I fell asleep?”
“No, because this dick would’ve woken you up. It was because you’re not ready.”
“I haven’t had sex in over two years. I’m definitely ready.”
“Your pussy is ready, your heart might even be ready, but your mind is still questioning my motives. I want all of you, baby.”
“You don’t think oral sex is the same?”
“As much as you enjoyed the pleasure my mouth provided, when I put this dick in your life, you might just lose your mind. I’m not saying that to be cocky.
I’m saying it because God told me you were my wife, so I don’t want to fumble you.
When I penetrate you, I won’t just be penetrating your pussy.
I’m coming for all of you. If you’re not ready, it could fuck up everything. ”
I had no idea that my one question would lead to a response that would leave me speechless, with hard nipples and a wet pussy. I decided I was done talking for a minute and focused on my breakfast.
“What are your plans today?” Graham asked after a few minutes had passed.
“Not much. Naomi and my mom made plans with Keelan, so he won’t be home until later.”
“Can I take you somewhere?”
“Sure. How should I dress?”
“Comfortably.”
“Okay.”
We finished eating and cleaned the kitchen together. It was nice but strange because Victor only came into the kitchen for food. He didn’t wash a single dish or load the dishwasher the whole time we were together.
“I’m gonna head home and get dressed. How much time do you need?”
“About an hour.”
“Cool. I’ll be back in an hour.”
As I walked him to the front door, Que began barking.
I didn’t pay him any mind because I assumed he was making a fuss because he didn’t want Graham to leave.
Graham wrapped me in his arms, and I looked up at him, puckering my lips for a kiss.
He pressed his lips against mine as his hands traveled down to my ass for a squeeze.
Unfortunately, when I opened the door, I realized the real reason Que was barking. Victor was parked in front of my house. My entire mood went to hell, and Graham could tell that my energy had shifted.
“You give him too much power, baby. Don’t let him upset you.”
I’d had a great night and was having a great morning. The last thing I wanted to do was go back and forth with my ex. I didn’t have the bandwidth to deal with him and his bullshit on any day, but especially not today. Que felt the same way because he was going crazy.
“Can you put him in his cage for me?” I asked Graham.
He nodded and took Que by his collar. While he was back there, he must have calmed him down because his barking ceased. I stepped onto the porch and watched in disgust as Victor approached my house. He walked as if he was the coolest nigga on the planet when, in reality, he was the lamest.
“How can I help you?” I asked.
“We need to talk.”
“You never have to come to my house for us to talk. Calling, texting, or emailing work just as well; actually, even better.”
“Aye, I’m not about to talk through this door. If I kick this bitch down, I’ll be wrong.”
“If you kick this bitch down, you’ll be on the ground with it getting your face stomped,” Graham said from behind me.
“The fuck is this? You laying up with this nigga in front of my son?”
“What do you want, Victor?” I asked, hoping to stick to the reason for his visit.
“You trifling as hell. This ain’t—”
“Aye, man. The disrespect ain’t necessary. State your business or get the fuck on.”
Victor was no match against Graham, and he knew it, so he got to the point of his visit.
“Keelan starts football camp tomorrow night. I need to take him to get new cleats and a few other things.”
“Keelan doesn’t want to play football or basketball. I signed him up for an art class.”
“What? Get the fuck outta here. A fucking art class? He’d rather draw than play ball?”
“That’s what he told me.”
“That lil nigga don’t know what the fuck he wants, and it’s my job to tell him. Send him out so we can—”
“He’s not here. Victor, he’s not doing football camp.”
“I paid five hundred dollars for—”
“Get your money back because he’s not doing it, and you can’t make him. He’s old enough to tell us what he’s interested in, and football and basketball didn’t make the cut.”
“You probably feeding him some bullshit. I swear, Black single mothers are the downfall of Black men. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer about custody real soon.”
He always threatened to call his lawyer, but there hadn’t been a time when he’d followed through. Like the unreasonable, immature idiot he was, he put his tail between his legs, hopped in his car, and sped away.
“Sorry about that, and thank you for stepping in again.”
“I’ll always step in when you need me . . . even if you don’t.”
“I appreciate you. I’ll see you in an hour.”
He kissed my lips before responding. “An hour.”
“I’ve never been inside, so I have nothing to compare it to, but what you’ve done so far looks amazing.”
Graham brought me to his studio, and although the renovations weren’t complete, it looked great.
“Thank you. The building has good bones, so I didn’t have to demolish anything. Most of the changes were cosmetic, and I’m replacing a lot of equipment.”
“I love it. What do you have left to do?”
“I’m looking for someone to paint a few murals of the greats like Ali, Sugar Ray Leonard, Tyson, and Holyfield. It’s not pressing and won’t delay my reopening, but if you know anyone, let me know.”
I knew someone, but I had to talk to him before putting his name in the hat.
“Where’s your office?”
“In the back. Come with me.”
He took my hand and led me to the back of the studio. His office was spacious, but not too big. It was decked out with a brown leather couch and a matching love seat. The office furniture was dark wood, tying it all together.
“You did a good job in here too,” I complimented.
“My father and brother gave me good guidance.”
He sat at his desk, and I stood in front of him, leaning against it, leaving about two feet between us.
“Would it be weird to say I’m proud of you?”
He moved his chair closer, trapping me between his legs and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“It wouldn’t be weird at all. In fact, it would mean a lot.”
“If that’s the case, I’m proud of you. I love the way you’re making the best out of a situation you weren’t necessarily ready for.”
“Thank you. That means a lot.”
He sat back and reached for the hem of the T-shirt dress I wore.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I need a snack to hold me over until later.”
The thought of his mouth on my pussy again filled me with excitement.
“You think I can help you with that?”
“I’m positive you can.”
By now, he had my dress hiked above my waist, and his fingers were in the waistband of my panties. He slowly pushed them over my hips, down my legs, and to my ankles. Thankfully, I wore slip-on sandals, and they easily came off with my panties.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”
“I can’t believe you’d consider not letting me do this. Lay back.”
My full ass wasn’t on his desk, and it didn’t need to be. Before I could lean all the way back, Graham’s arms were wrapped around the top of my thighs, my ass cheeks were pressed against his shoulders, and his face was wedged between my thighs.
“Oh shit!” I screamed when his tongue made contact.
He went right into attack mode, and I wasn’t ready. His tongue slipped and slivered between my pussy lips, sending shockwaves through my body.
Although he technically wasn’t open for business yet, I’d never had my pussy eaten, or anything else sexual, in a public place. It definitely heightened the experience in ways I wasn’t prepared for.
“Graham!”
I’d reached my climax, and his name was the only legible word I could manage. My legs locked around his neck as my pussy pulsed around his tongue. One thing was for sure, every time I looked at his desk, I’d be brought back to this moment.
“Your birthday is next week, Son. Have you thought about what you want to do?”
It was Monday morning, and I was headed to drop Keelan off at camp.
“Not really.”
“Do you have any gifts in mind?”
“Just one.”
“What’s that?”
“A phone?”
“A cell phone?”
“Yes, please.”
“Why do you need a phone, Keelan?”
“Mom, I’m almost eleven and about to start middle school. Plus, I want to be able to call you if Dad starts picking me up again.”
“He doesn’t let you call me if you ask?”
“No. He says it’s man time, and I shouldn’t be worried about talking to you because I don’t call him when I’m with you.”
“You know you can call your dad whenever you want, right?”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to.”
This was not the conversation I expected to have with him this morning.
“I’ll look into getting you a phone, but in the meantime, think of a backup gift and what you want to do for your birthday.”
“Okay.”
“So, your dad stopped by yesterday.”
Naomi didn’t bring him home until it was time for him to get ready for bed, so I hadn’t had a chance to tell him.
“Did you argue?”
Ignoring his question, I said, “He came by to take you shopping to get stuff you need for football.”
“But Mom—”
“Hold on, Son. I told him you didn’t want to play football or basketball.”
“Was he mad?”
“He wasn’t happy, but he has no choice but to accept it.”
“Thank you. I’m excited about art class.”
“Wow! Your birthday and art class. You have a lot to look forward to.”
“Yeah. I think I know what else I want to do for my birthday.”
“Let me hear it.”
“Can I go to Arcade Universe with Mr. Graham, Trey, and Mr. DJ?”
“Oh, umm, I—”
“You can come after we finish playing games and have pizza, cake, and ice cream.”
“Okay. I’ll talk to Mr. Graham and see if he’s available.”
“Yes! This is gonna be so much fun.”
I glanced in the rearview mirror and caught Keelan smiling like he’d just won a new video game. Hopefully Graham didn’t have plans, because my son would be crushed.