Chapter 13 Suki
Iknew when Rhea walked in the tension would be thick. She’s been on some bullshit for too long. I’ve checked her too many times, but it didn’t stop her. I didn’t like what was happening to our circle. Rhea needs to get it together.
She didn’t even get in good before starting some shit.
That’s usually how things went between our dynamic.
Rhea was the overprotective one, so that causes zealousness.
I talked my shit and kept it real and cordial, and Eris was a bit of both.
That’s what made our friendship work but lately, things had been rocky.
These bitches had been getting on my nerves so bad that I started hanging with some of my other girls for shits and giggles.
“Rayzor, tell her ass to come back out here and talk to me before I go in there myself.”
“Not tonight. This shit went too far.”
“It wasn’t even like that. Rhea just wanted to hurt the girl feelings like she did her.”
“Give her a lil’ time. You know her better than me and know what she needs. I’m not trying to come between y’all shit, but for real, I gotta look out for her. And right now, y’all need some space.”
“Yeah, Suki, y’all just went at it. Give E room to digest the shit because if she talks now, ain’t no telling if y’all can come back from that,” City explained.
I knew they both were right, but that shit had me in my feelings.
Eris and I rarely get into it. Since being friends for the past five years, we’ve had spats, but we come right back.
I knew my girl was changing, and I didn’t blame it on Rayzor.
For the first time in years, I hadn’t had to watch my girl be in captor’s mode.
She was happy and living her best life, and I loved the fuck out of that for her. I’ve always wanted that for her.
“Tell my girl I love her, okay?”
“You know it,” Rayzor said, escorting us to the door.
It felt like I was doing the walk of fucking shame. It messed with my head a bit to even be in this situation. But as soon as my feet touch the ground and I saw Rhea’s car still outside, I ran for it, beating down the window.
“Hoe, you’re foul as fuck. You know that conversation wasn’t the way you made it seem.”
“I can’t tell.”
“Rhea, come on,” the nigga with her said from the passenger seat.
“You’re talking about Rayzor, but this nigga dog calling you from the passenger seat of your own car. Why the fuck he ain’t driving?”
She didn’t respond as she sped away from the curb. The crazy bitch thought she was doing something, but Rhea knew not to play with me. That stunt she pulled in Eris’ house was far from over. I was cursing her ass out.
“You good?” City asked.
“I’m pissed off.” I watched her car’s headlights exit the neighborhood. “I need to let some of this steam off. You coming to my house?” I glanced up at him.
His eyes were low and red from being high.
“Hell yeah if that’s what you on.”
“You know it is. Come on,” I told him, leading back into the driveway where my car was. He got into his car and waited on me to leave out before following me.
Damn, the day started out good before going to hell in a fucking handbasket.
Back at my place
No need for a mood. All I wanted to do was be fucked and forget the bullshit that just went down at Eris’. Although I pushed it to the back of my mind, it bothered me that Rhea would take it there.
When I had something to say, I didn’t like to be ignored. Shit, these were grown fucking women, and I couldn’t make them listen to me. I didn’t like what went down, though.
“Aye, you good?” City asked as he unzipped my jeans, pushing them to my knees. Smoke swirled the air as he puffed on the blunt he fired up seconds ago.
“Uh, yeah, why?” I replied, looking around.
“Because I’m about to give you this work and you ain’t even breathing on the dick.”
I huffed.
“It’s fine, City. Come on,” I retorted, pushing my jeans the rest of the way. Kicking them off to the side as he undressed, reaching for his shirt, I held my hand up.
“What you doing?” I asked.
“Shit, getting comfortable.”
“No need. You came here to fuck not stay.”
He paused with an almost confused look in his eyes but didn’t say anything more. This was what it was with City and me. Nothing sensual. Everything sexual.
He shrugged. “Shit, if that’s what you want.”
What else was there to say? And within seconds, he was doing what he came for. Touching, groping, flipping and getting me wetter than a puddle. He was an eater, a mean one. He claimed he didn’t eat every woman; it didn’t matter as long as I was getting ate the fuck up.
He circled and twirled his tongue around my pierced clit.
My juices splattered fast and loud as he made them spread.
One tatted hand gripped my thigh, the other laying against my stomach.
Grinding my pussy deeper, I fed him like I’d be the last meal of the day.
The blunt between my lips, smoke seeping from between the opening.
I was on cloud 9 as he tore me up. I was barely able to contain the blunt due to the shaking, but mama ain’t raise no bitch.
I saw it through until that wave came, and he removed his tongue, replacing it with his dick.
My nails dug deep inside the covers, creating a pile around me as the friction from his thrusts grew deeper and wider.
“Damn,” I moaned, gripping my breasts, squeezing my nipple rings.
He leaned down, tugging it with his teeth, bringing enough pain and pleasure as a heatwave moved through me. Euphoria was a dangerous bitch.
City’s eyes locked in on me, fire dancing as a devilish smirk formed at the corner of his lips, showing his gold slugs. Another attribute that I hated I liked about him. He opened his mouth as a throaty, husky groan released, calling into the night, all his shiny gold on display.
I met his thrusts with my own.
He’s in my top five. With a name like City, it’s only right he had the material and functions to back it up. He was too conceited to be bad at fucking.
Some of my curly bundles were sticking to my skin from sweat.
He flipped me over and grabbed my hair like a trained stallion and drilled into me, making me tremble. It was too fucking good.
He yanked my head backward. “You popped that shit earlier. Get that tension out ‘cause the next time you talk to me like a fuckin’ peon, I’ll snap yo fuckin’ neck, Suk,” he threatened as his lips lightly grazed my ear.
With that, he let me go with force and proceeded to rearrange all my organs. I felt him messing with my sciatic nerve. He was relentlessly tiring me out, but this pussy was power, and I wasn’t letting up until I made him cum first.
Tightening my walls, I barely was able to hold him tight.
“Do that thang I like. I got some shit to get up off me, Suk,” his husky voice called out to me.
I threw a look over my shoulder with my lip tucked into my teeth and bucked. He caught me as he placed the hardest smack to my ass, sending fire through up my spine. His fingertips dug into my ass cheek.
We fed off each other’s energy. Neither of us were backing down. Putting in work and enjoying it.
The harder he pushed, the wetter I got.
We slowed the tempo down. He smeared precum on my ass cheek with the head of his dick before I collapsed on the bed. Both my knees and back were on fire.
A second went by before he grabbed me, spreading my ass and commenced to eating my pussy from the back.
My swollen clit was sensitive but fuck it, I liked that shit.
I grabbed the top of his head, pushing his face deeper into me, twerking on his face. My body doing whatever it wanted to because it had a mind of its own. I liked when they let me do my thing.
“I–”
I buried my face deep inside my pillow and screamed along with the violent sensation released from me.
He teased me with biting my clit before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
I swiped the sweat and hair strands from my face.
His phone lit up, disturbing my peace. I let it slide until I didn’t.
It vibrated a few more times and I said fuck it. Getting up and snatching it off the nightstand, he had a few unread messages.
I unlocked it without a code.
A video of a bitch playing in her pussy displayed.
“Her shit looks like roast beef,” I mocked, closing out the message and seeing there were more in his inbox.
That shit made my blood boil because this wasn’t even my man but he’s over here tearing me up and licking my split. On top of that, we fuck raw.
City wasn’t shit.
I tossed the phone back down just as he came back with a wet cloth.
“You good now?” he asked cluelessly.
He parted my legs.
I wanted to kick his ass in the face but went against that thought.
“I was good before,” I replied.
“Damn, you still on that bullshit?”
“I’m good.”
“You ain’t, though.”
I closed my legs, grabbed my pillow and was about to get comfortable for a quick nap while ignoring him. All I needed was five minutes then I’d get up and shower.
The bed dipped as he laid down too. My head shot in his direction. He was sparking up the blunt from the dresser from earlier.
“No, nigga, get your ass up and gon’ on.”
“Damn, you ain’t trying to smoke with me?”
“City, you know what it is.”
“Yeah, mothafucka, I do. We kick shit, smoke, fuck, might grab a quick meal.”
“Well, we smoked and fucked. We already ate at the cookout.”
“Fuck you on, Suki?”
“Go ask them bitches you be fucking.”
“Man, watch out,” he stressed.
I wasn’t even about to do this with him. I got up, ass still out, pussy still leaking, but I kept it pushing to the front door. It took a few minutes, but he came down the hall. The lit ash led the way from the blunt.
“You pissed at the wrong one, ainna?”
“Nah, energy’s directed where it’s checked at.”
He slowly nodded, sucking his teeth before heading out the door without another word.
I took my wet ass to the shower.
This day needed to be cleansed from me.
It wasn’t even noon, and the salon was flooded.
One thing I loved was money, but those late nights early mornings always got me. Even after a good few nuts from City putting me through the mattress, I still wasn’t prepared to stand on my feet for twelve plus hours, but I do it for my passion.
“Ouuu, girl, these curls are coming out so good. You gotta keep them tight so they don’t drop before work tonight,” I told my client, Star.
She was a stripper down at the club and had been one of my loyal clients for the past year. I usually don’t do her hair in the shop. She liked house calls, and I didn’t mind because that bag was worth it.
“Oh, girl, these ain’t for work.” She smiled, running her hand through her curls.
“Oop, let me mind mine,” I joked.
She giggled. “Oh, girl, you know I never have a problem telling you nothing.” She paused. “I got a lil’ situation today.”
“I hear you, boo.” I smiled, looking at her in the mirror.
“It’s this nigga named City.”
“City?” I repeated. My cheeks burned because I knew it wasn’t a coincidence. It wasn’t that many niggas out here named City.
“Yes, girl. He’s a regular at the club. We’ve been fucking around for a cool minute now.”
I almost burned her ass with the wand curler.
“You know I don’t fuck with these bitches like this, but I like you, Suki. You a vibe. You got a body for the club. I keep telling you to come get a bag with us, but since you won’t, I’ll try to see if City got somebody for you.”
“Oh.” My eyes snapped up into the mirror. “I’ll let you have that. I’m about this coin.”
She was cluelessly typing away on her phone and curiosity got the best of me. I leaned over to see the screen and sure enough her ass was texting City.
Star: I hope you don’t stand me up again like last night because I gotta replace you.
City: I’m one of one baby. My dick too good, but shit, if you gotta dip, do you.
Star: So, you’re not going to tell me what happened after you had me waiting all night?
City: Nah. Just know I’m with you tonight though.
She pondered on replying but didn’t. I could tell she didn’t want to seem thirsty and wanted to remain cool.
I applaud her because had it been me, I would’ve pulled up on him.
City had a way with words. Like the words came off like he was a no-good nigga, but he had finesse. Could sell salt to a slug.
“You all done, girl.”
Her head popped up from her phone.
“I swear you’re the fucking coldest,” she complimented, pulling her curls.
I smiled.
“You know the best way to show me is to tell a friend to tell a friend.”
“Every time.” She handed me a roll without even counting it, and neither did I because she always paid more than enough and left a hefty tip.
“I’ll see you in a week.” She got, grabbing her LV with her 90’s curve French tips.
We shared a cute hug, and she was out the door.
I was stuck in my head when my next appointment arrived.
While prepping and cleaning, City texted me.
City: Aye, I don’t know what the fuck you on, but you better fix that shit.
His text came at an odd time seeing how we rarely texted. We FaceTime more than anything. Seeing how Star recently left and now he’s on my line, it made me feel nothing but pissed off.
Gaging at his message, I went to his contact and blocked that ass.
“Not today, nigga.”
He could stress these other hoes out, not me.