Charisma
“WHO THE FUCK is that calling you this early?”
Nate’s groggy, annoyed voice drifted from where he was making a pillow out of my breasts. It was one of his favorite places to sleep and I couldn’t lie that I loved having him wrapped around my body.
I groaned and tried to roll over but since his head was in the way he got smushed between them as I attempted to roll over.
I felt his tongue snake out grazing the skin next to my areola and I didn’t bother to move away.
I was so used to how affectionate this man was it no longer surprised me.
If he ever attempted to stop I’d probably think his ass was cheating.
I grabbed my phone blindly before pulling it toward me peeking one eye open so that I could use my face to unlock it.
“Hello?”
“Charisma?”
My eyes flew open as I immediately recognized the voice. “Who is this?”
“Hey, it’s Greg.”
I would’ve sat up in the bed in shock but Nate kept me in place with his head. “Greg, why the fuck are you on my line?”
I heard him clear his throat on the other end of the line but it still took him a minute to say anything. I glanced down at Nate because I was sure he was about to nut up that a man was on my phone this early in the morning but he was still laying on my chest peacefully.
The sun was barely streaming through the windows that faced the plunge pool.
I’d taken to using it daily and forgot to close the drapes.
The room was still mainly bare except for Nate’s large platform bed.
He’d already ordered that I find something that better fit the style of the house and didn’t blink an eye when I recommended a canopy bed.
He only grinned and said he’d have them reinforced for whatever rope play he wanted to practice.
“I just wanted—”
“Speak quickly. What the actual fuck are you doing on my phone?”
Nate’s head popped up with the quickness when my tone changed. “Who the fuck is that, Charmy?”
“Oh shit! I ain’t think about your nigga being there. I’on’t want no smoke.”
He sounded genuinely afraid and I had to wonder why this man I hadn’t spoken to in over ten years was now on my phone with some bullshit. Nate clearly knew I only wanted him but it was disrespectful as fuck for me to be on the phone with my ex.
“It’s the past calling me. I still don’t know. Greg, why are you on my line?”
Instead of snatching the phone like I thought he would, Nate lowered his head and attached his lips to my nipple.
I shuddered as his braid fell against my chest, tickling the already sensitive skin, I had to hold my breath to keep from moaning.
And just like the demon he was, Nate glanced up at me as his tongue moved from one nipple to the other with a grin on his face.
“I was calling to say I was sorry. I’ve recently been doing a lot of soul-searching—”
“Please save this self-righteous, sanctimonious bullshit for someone else. What did you call me for?” Hearing his voice pissed me off because my focus was on Nate and he was ruining the orgasm that was building up.
“I know that I can’t apologize enough for the shit that happened between us. I fucked up, big time. I could put all that shit on Trent because he told me a bunch of lies but I’m a man about mine.”
“You mean now? Because you certainly weren’t then.”
Nate was easing his way down my body with his tongue, silently reminding me that he was still here and I needed to keep myself from falling into my emotions ‘cause he had me. Or at least that’s how it felt. He might’ve just wanted to be freaky as hell and I was good with that too.
“Well, because—”
Nate’s tongue was now on my clit and I didn’t give a fuck about this phone call.
“Speak quickly, nigga I don’t have all day to listen to you hem and haw!”
“My bad. I was wrong to leave you to handle that abortion shit all by yourself. That was on both of us and I didn’t handle that right. I feel like that shit hexed my life or something because none of it worked out the way it was supposed to.”
He was back talking nonsense and Nate was flickering his tongue against my clit like he was part snake instead of part Seminole.
“That’s it?”
“Well, I’m not sure what else—”
“You called me after all this time to tell me you should’ve handled that shit better? And that your life hasn’t been good since? I knew that back then. A real man wouldn’t have done any of the shit you did but you were a coward. And then to spread those rumors about me—”
“That was Trent. I ain’t do that shit.”
“Yeah, you did. He might have started it but you backed that shit up just to nurse your own ego. Instead of standing up for the person you knew I was you were weak as fuck and let another man fool you. That’s what you should feel stupid for.
But it’s good. Life has worked out for me exactly the way it was supposed to and since you’re miserable I guess the same is true for you.
Karma gives you what you’ve earned so that’s for you to carry, not me. ”
“Well, I donated some bread to the children’s hospital near FAM in your name. And I know you used to paint. If you still do that shit I’d like to get one up off you.”
“What is that? A bribe for me to forgive you or something?” Nate sensed my aggravation increasing and he sucked my clit into his mouth.
My body tensed but I couldn’t help but raise my hips to get the full sensation of his mouth on me.
My brain started to sink into the fog of pleasure that Nate always brought on.
My hips rolled and I was on the verge until it was ruined.
“You hear me, Charisma?”
“No, nigga! Got damn. You’re ruining my fucking nut. Keep your money. I don’t want shit I created to be in your presence. My art is a piece of me and you’ll never get that shit again. So, no. Now you said what you needed to, is there anything else?”
Nate had the nerve to look up at me and grin. Silently promising he was gone get me right and I didn’t need to be frustrated.
“Nah, I guess I thought we could be cool, you know? We were friends—”
“Get the fuck off my phone, Greg. Ain’t shit for you here. I don’t deal with fake bitches.”
I hung up the phone irritated that my sleep and then my nut had been interrupted.
“Don’t let him get into your head.”
“Too fucking late.”
“People fucking suck and that’s just what it is. There ain’t shit that you can do in order for people to be better. You doing the hard work and cutting the dead weight.”
“Yeah but it’s still pissing me off. I want people to just leave me the fuck alone. My parents still love me so I’m good.”
“Oh yeah. You don’t care about them folks in Oklahoma anymore?”
This man absolutely refused to say that I lived in Florida just because it was the fake south to him. “Shut up, Nate. And no, my life is here. My parents will visit but the valley is home.”
He lifted and crawled his way back up my body.
When he kissed my lips I tasted myself on him.
I dropped the phone holding his face to mine as he kissed me with the type of passion that made me forget all about being annoyed.
He pulled back, one hand sliding under my hip to bring me even closer to him.
My wetness pressed against his hardness and I hoped he’d put us both out of our misery and come home.
“Say that again.” He used his length to tease my clit, his girth sliding through my folds making my hips squirm with the anticipation of feeling him deep within me.
“The Valley is home.” My voice was breathy, desperate, the neediness of my body an audible plea demonstrated in how I could barely speak.
“Damn right.”
He finally stopped teasing me, my wetness enabling him to thrust deep within me in one motion.
The depths he reached felt like they inhibited my ability to breathe.
And despite that, I needed more. The way Nate made love was with the same focused devotion that he put into every endeavor.
His strokes were rough, an attribute of his length and girth, as well as whatever primal need he had to remind me I was his after I spoke to Greg.
“Naaaaate, fuck.” My nails were sunk into his forearms since I couldn’t reach any other part of his body as he lifted my legs higher and the angle sent me over the edge.
“Scratch my shit up, Fairy. Leave your mark on me. There goes that pussy talking back to her man.” He lifted my leg higher causing my eyes to roll back in my head as his lips kissed my ankle.
“I gotta put some gold on this ankle, Fairy. That way you have something to look at when I’m fucking this pussy extra deep.
Like a lil sex mobile. Not like you could focus on it when I’m in your guts like this.
” Nate was talking shit like I needed something to entertain me while he was inside of me.
I could barely think as he leaned his weight onto the back of my leg to where my foot was damn near over my face.
“Nate, please baby. I can’t take it.”
“You can take it. It’s your dick. He knows what you need and how much you can handle. You got at least one more for me before we take our morning break. Let me get one more.”
This man was a multi-tasking savant. His thumb rubbed against my folds before he started to massage my clit. He never missed a beat, his hips snapping harder against me making my ass bounce harder against his thighs. My walls spasmed and I felt on the verge of losing control of my body.
“Baby.”
“I know that sound. Yeah, this gone be big, Fairy. Keep that pussy right there and let me fill her up. Ain’t ever had pussy that could make me feel like this.
” His strokes got stronger, which I didn’t think was possible, and he let out a loud groan before I felt him release inside of me.
I felt every pulse as he emptied inside of me.
I knew he was going to be running out of me the rest of the night with how much he released.
“That was crazy.”
He laid my legs gently down on the bed before laying back in the crook of my neck. Neither of us spoke for a minute enjoying the post fucking feeling that had me drifting back to sleep.