Chapter 9 #5
“You don’t know. We blew by all that shit.
So when I ask you about the history of your pussy, baby, I ain’t trying to insult you,” he said.
“Some shit a nigga can’t just speed past. The way that pussy call my name, Bird, I got to taste it.
I want to eat your pussy all night. Go to sleep and wake up and eat it again, but I can’t skip that shit.
The tests. I never have. Except with you. ”
She hated that she semi understood.
“How old are you, Demi?” she asked.
“Thirty-three,” he said.
Her brows lifted. “I’m 24, Demi,” she said.
“That’s a problem for you?” he asked.
“What you want with a girl that’s almost ten years younger than you? You want to fuck up my head?” she asked.
“I ain’t here for none of that,” he replied. “Come’re, baby.”
She stood and walked to him. Still mad. Still embarrassed.
“You my baby?” he asked. She nodded, blushing as she stood on her tiptoes. His hand gripped her. She was so petite his fingers curved into the most intimate of places. “Young-ass. This shit gon’ be a problem.”
She nodded. “I’m not the young chick that you got an advantage over. I’m the one that’ll wear you out. Fair warning,” she said.
“Say, man,” he said, chuckling. “My dick said that’s facts.”
She laughed as they swayed from side to side. They were the vision of a couple who truly enjoyed one another.
“Say you my baby, Bird.” He stared down at her, stern gaze penetrating her mad soul.
“I’m your baby,” she answered.
He crouched some to scoop her and then carried her back into the room, placing his lips to her neck.
Charlie giggled. “I love you, Bird.” Caking-ass nigga.
Demi finally understood how niggas went soft around their women.
Lauren hadn’t been able to pull this from him.
Charlie, on the other hand. Goo. She turned his big, rough-ass to goo.
“You better,” she replied. He tossed her on the mattress and then turned to hit the speaker button on the hotel phone.
“Hi, Mr. Sky. How can I help you this evening?” the concierge asked.
“You hungry?” he asked, without looking at her.
“I want everything,” she answered. “One of everything.”
“You hear that?” he asked into the phone.
“Yes, sir. One of everything. It’ll be up in about 45 minutes,” the woman answered.
He climbed back in bed and Charlie bullied her way beneath his arm and clicked on the TV screen. He wanted to move her, but he knew she would only come right back so he ignored his urge for space and let her be.
Charlie watched TV and Demi watched her. She sang everything. All the commercials that came on, every jingle she hummed. He found himself muting the volume so he could listen to her on those parts, and when her girly-ass reality shows came back on, she snatched the remote to turn it back up.
“You’re annoying, Demi,” she said.
“Yeah, whatever,” he replied lazily. He sat up and reached down into his pants to remove the bag of weed he had in his pocket.
“You want me to roll up?” she asked.
He looked back in surprise. “Say, man, young bitches so ghetto. Ass can’t cook but can roll up,” he said, snickering. She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, before falling back on the pillow.
“Nigga, I can cook. I cooked breakfast for you!” she said.
“Oh yeah, your Charlie-flavored eggs,” he replied, smirking. She crawled over to him, interrupting him, sitting right in his lap as they faced one another. She pulled the weed from his hands, freeing them and they went straight to her ass. Gripping, pulling her into his dick.
“Don’t be feeling me up now, boy. You need test results. You need pussy papers. So that dick on hold until I get you what you want. I don’t know you, remember?” she asked.
He watched her roll up and cringed a bit when she wet the blunt with her spit. She fired up and took the weed in like a champ.
Hood-ass. Charlie was the type of girl who could be his best friend and his bitch.
“I don’t sleep with men on the first night, Demi. Before you, I was in a relationship for a long time and that is the only other man I’ve ever been with. You were the exception.”
Demi was a natural skeptic but the sincerity in her eyes told him she was speaking truth.
Being in her presence felt easy. It felt comfortable, like he could spend a thousand days doing exactly this.
Coming home to this. After a long day, being greeted with pussy, Charlie-flavored food, and a blunt.
He was exhausted. She drained him of everything, took his ego, his logic, and every drop of cum he built up throughout the day.
She left him depleted like it was a lazy Sunday and they had fucked so much they couldn’t climb from the bed afterward.
He almost forgot that he was lying and sneaking just to be there.
Charlie felt like the one, but how could she be when he had a whole life outside these doors?
“I fuck with you, Bird. The long way on every day of the week. Remember that, a’ight?”
“You remember that, babe. I’m not the one who will forget.”