Chapter 14
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hey ended up decorating the tree and then sliding out to head to the bar.
They pulled up to the seediest part of town, and Ellie glanced nervously out her window.
Her heart broke as they passed an alley with encampments made from cardboard boxes, grocery store shopping carts, milk crates, and any other random material that could be found. Her eyes watered as he parked the car.
“How can they stay warm like this?” she gasped.
Michigan wasn’t a place where you could survive outside overnight in the wintertime.
The temperatures dropped to below freezing all the time.
“There are kids out here, Loyal. When did it get this bad?” Ellie grew up in Flint.
She remembered a neighborhood bum or two.
She didn’t ever remember seeing anything like this.
“We don’t have to do this,” Loyal said.
“To see this, and not try, feels wrong. We have to,” Ellie stated, eyes filled to the brim with tears. “This is fucked up.”
She couldn’t understand how he was unaffected. “This doesn’t make you feel bad?” she asked.
“When I was a kid, it would fuck me up. I’ve been down here and seen this shit so many times I don’t feel shit about it anymore. People make their choices,” Loyal stated.
“They didn’t choose this,” Ellie whispered. “Nobody chooses this.” He opened the door and came around on her side of the car to clear her path so she could step out of the car. Bums saw the expensive car and swarmed them instantly, but Loyal waved them off and they walked the half block to the bar.
The inside was dark and smoky. 92.7 WDZZ played in the background. The regulars sat at the tables along the wall, sparsely decorating the place.
Loyal led her to the wood top bar and pulled out her stool before seating himself. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a picture of his father, along with a hundred-dollar bill.
“Yo, my man.” He called the bartender over and placed the picture on top of the money before sliding it into the center of the bar.
“Have you seen him?” Loyal asked.
“Come on, man, you know we don’t do that here,” the bartender stated. “I don’t know shit. I ain’t seen shit.”
“I ain’t the police, nigga, this is my dad. He used to sweep up here for a warm cot in exchange. I’m just trying to see if he’s been here lately,” Loyal stated.
“I’m new here, man. Been here about a month. I ain’t heard nobody mention no arrangements like that, though. You might want to check with the other bartenders on the other nights, though. I only work Tuesday and Thursday. The owner is here on Friday nights,” the man informed.
Loyal nodded, slightly perturbed. “Yeah, a’ight, man,” he shot back. “Let me get three shots each of…”
He let the words linger and then looked at her, implying that it was her choice.
“Do you have Casamigos? Anejo?” she asked.
“No Anejo; I got Reposado,” the bartender offered.
“That’s fine. Chilled with a sugar rim, please,” she added. “Three shots. Your mission is to get drunk, huh?”
“You don’t want to know my mission,” he said mischievously. “Are you satisfied? He’s not here.” He reached for her chair and pulled the entire thing closer.
“I’m sorry he isn’t here.”
“You’re here,” he answered as the bartender delivered the shots. “That’s enough.”
“I really could love you so much,” she admitted.
“Take the could out,” Loyal stated.
She picked up the first shot, and he followed suit.
“To love belonging to us one day,” she said.
He tapped her shot glass, and they tossed it back.
“Double up,” he said, taking the second one immediately after. She struggled to get that one down, but she took it like a big girl as the third shot lingered.
“If I take this third shot, I’ma want some dick,” she said bluntly.
He finessed his goatee, unable to contain the look of shock on his face as he blushed.
“What?” she asked, laughing. “You can press go on the love, but I can’t press go on the sex?” Ellie asked. The tequila had her hot and a little daring. Okay… a lot daring.
“What happened to Daddy’s good girl?” Loyal asked.
“My daddy ain’t here.” She stood and grabbed the third shot, taking it by herself before she stepped in between his legs and whispered in his ear. He put one hand around her waist and gripped her ass. “And I’m really, really trying to see something.”
He picked up the third shot.
“You got to drive,” Ellie protested.
“The car drives itself,” Loyal stated. The mischievous smirk that crossed his handsome face stirred adrenaline inside Ellie.
His arrogance was natural. His wealth was apparent, and he operated at a higher level than every other man in every room.
He wasn’t braggadocios, however. The man just lived at a certain level, and tonight that level involved a car that could drive him home while he got a piece of pussy on the way.
Ellie was so turned on that she didn’t care how wild the notion seemed.
He wanted her, here and now, so he would have her.
“Good,” she answered. “Time for you to show me your place.”
Loyal gripped Ellie’s thigh as they drove down 75. He moved his hand to his lap, slightly gripping his dick, and Ellie knew he was feeling the sexual tension that was coursing through her entire body.
She leaned over and turned his face to hers.
“Let the car drive.” She fed him her tongue as he put the car on autopilot.
Ellie leaned over his seat and unzipped his denim.
She was glad he didn’t ruin the moment with protests, but instead, placed his hand behind her head, fisting her hair as she took his dick into her mouth.
Ellie hadn’t sucked dick in four years, and rarely, even when she and Cairo were on good terms. But Loyal’s arousal motivated her own.
The power to make a man like Loyal crave her so badly that his dick got hard thinking about it on the ride home made her want to pleasure him.
He tensed into her mouth slowly as she took thick dick, relaxing her throat so that she didn’t choke.
The size of him made it hard not to gag, but every time she did, her mouth got wetter, and he pumped into her mouth deeper.
Ellie wasn’t this girl. She hadn’t sucked dick in a car, ever, and it blew her mind that she wanted to for him.
Loyal brought a side of femininity out of her that included an empowerment that made her feel like it was okay to go with the flow of the moment.
He had been turning up the heat on her since the day they bumped into each other at the bar.
It had been a non-stop seduction. He made her want him in a way that lingered beyond his presence.
When he left, thoughts of him remained. She was so turned on by his every word and, more importantly, every action that followed.
After the way he connected with her child today, the way he was always so patient with her father, and the way he seemed to be concerned about conflicts that bothered her, he had earned a little head in the car.
He was a grown-ass man. Sometimes, the nut couldn’t wait until they got home.
His dick was so pretty and big, it felt like she had unwrapped a new toy.
She moaned like crazy as she swallowed him. Her mouth was extra wet.
“Damn, E,” he moaned.
The spontaneity in this moment made it that much greater.
“I got to have you in my bed, E. You can’t foul me out the game in the first quarter like this. Damn, baby, you ain’t playing fair,” Loyal groaned.
Ellie was going hard, paying extra attention to the head of his dick because she loved how thick and wide it was.
Her body trembled just thinking about the moment he entered her body.
She had been reduced to porn and vibrators for years because she was too traumatized to even want to deal with a man after Cairo.
He had her trapped in a state of perpetuity, bound by vows that Cairo refused to keep, but somehow, they kept her imprisoned in one-way faithfulness.
She was someone’s wife. What if they ended up working it out?
She would just end up explaining all these random dicks she had taken along their way to healing.
That had been her rationale. Before today, that had been her logic.
As she pumped this glorious dick in her hand while spitting on it and swallowing him down to his balls, she knew she wasn’t justifying or explaining shit.
She was long overdue for this, and she felt like a fucking lady even while she was doing some ho shit.
“Wait, E. I got to get through the gate,” he said as they pulled up to his building.
“Your security guard ain’t never seen you getting head in the car?” she asked.
Loyal looked down at her while she kept going. “Oh, you on your fucking level,” he groaned, amazed that she even had this type of sexual prowess in her.
She drowned her head in his lap and Loyal damn near lifted out his seat.
“What the fuck you on, E,” he groaned.
He showed the parking pass to the gate attendee, trying to keep the window up as much as possible to avoid exposing her. It was obvious what was taking place in the car, however, and the Black dude at the gate smirked.
“Y’all enjoy that,” he said, almost with pride as he buzzed Loyal through the gate.
“Slow the fuck down, E. Fuck,” he moaned as he parked. She came up, kissing his body as she pulled her sweater off.
“Let me get you upstairs, at least. I need a bed, E. Damn, I want to see you in my bed,” he stated.
“I’m on fire, Loyal. I won’t make it,” she whispered.
The realization that she was on ten made his dick jump. She pulled off her jeans and climbed over the seat, straddling him. There was barely room, but she lowered onto that dick, and her mouth fell open. “Oh my god, Loyal,” she whispered.