Chapter 10 City
Istood by the door thinking she’d open it. When she didn’t, I chuckled and walked my ass back to the whip. No sweat for a nigga like me. Suki moved different. Always had. That’s why that pussy hit good like that. She knew what it was.
Getting into the car, I slid into seat, lit my blunt, pulled out the driveway and hit the street. Pistol on my lap. Survival first, streets second. Head always on a swivel. That’s how you survived. I let the windows down– gasoline, asphalt, real street shit. That’s what I grew up with.
I tapped my screen, seen a few messages. I scrolled for something to do. I needed my dick wet and since Suki wasn’t giving no pussy, I had to go where it’s available. A mothafucka like me was never taking no pussy that wasn’t willingly being given.
Instead of texting back, I rolled up on a crib that I knew without question was ready for me. No introductions, no talking. That’s all I needed. I flickered my lights into her window, got out then tucked it on me. When I made it to the door, she was opening it.
“I’ve been waiting,” Star greeted as she released her robe showing her brown skin, naked ass body.
She shut the door behind me, dropped to her knees and got to work.
Didn’t even let me inside the crib good enough.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I laughed at how thirsty a nigga looked back there with Suki.
That wasn’t even me. I was bargaining with her ass.
It felt like she had me in her corner pocket. Nah, I had to move around.
“You like that?” Star asked, breaking me from my thoughts. Her spit slipping from her lips. She bobbed like she wanted the nut in one swipe. Her head was good, but she was trying too hard to get me there.
I closed my eyes again, laid my head back against the door and pushed her head back down.
While she worked, I couldn’t stop thinking about Suki.
That shit she hit me with earlier had me fucked up a bit.
I ain’t a soft nigga, didn’t do love. I’ve been burned by that shit once and ever since then, it’s been fuck these hoes.
But Suki had a nigga looking weird. She put up a boundary and it still had me thinking about her.
It must’ve been the liquor or the good ass time I had with her, my boy and her people. I liked a mothafucka that popped shit. Even though we spanked their asses on the table, she took that loss her way. Her energy was always fire to me.
Star didn’t even know she wasn’t keeping my dick hard; it was fucking Suki. This shit was wild to me. I needed to shake the fuck back, maybe sleep this shit off because in the morning I won’t even be thinking about her ass.
She pulled back, looking up at me with those dough eyes under those caterpillar ass eyelashes. Her eyes were red. I couldn’t tell if it was from choking on my dick or how heavy them shits were so I reached down and yanked it off.
“Ouch! Why the fuck you do that?”
“Your shit red as the devil’s dick. I wanna see them tears when you choke on this monster. I can’t do that if those broom bristles blocking me.”
I yanked the other one off. She was too stunned to speak as she dropped her hand on her knees. Her legs were so skinny that both together might be as big as my fucking arm.
“You gon’ stare or suck this dick before it get soft?”
“You gon’ pay for my lashes?”
I went into my pocket, pulled out whatever was in there and dropped it on the floor. Her eyes lit up because she loved money. She got back on the dick. It wasn’t even the same.
My phone rang, so I pulled it out. It was Suki.
I thought about how she was looking on the other side of the phone then realized I was fucked up thinking I was a lame ass nigga for even thinking about her. Those tables turned quick. I watched Star’s head bob in the background while watching the screen until Suki hung up with a smile.