13. Koi #2
“I’m gonna sit under the AC for a while. I’ll let you know when I drive off, but don’t be panicking. I’m good.”
“You better be.” She slid into the backseat of her Toyota Uber. I watched it drive away before I walked to where I had parked my car. As soon as I sat in the car, I turned on my AC. The cool air hit my face as I closed my eyes.
My phone connected to the sound system, scaring me as Roman’s name popped up on my phone.
“Holaaaa,” I sang into the line.
“You drunk, Koi?” He asked without hesitation.
“Are you eating pussy tonight?” I giggled into the phone; face flushed from the happy hour drinks. My leg rested up on the dashboard as my seat pushed as far back as it would go.
“You know that ain’t never been a question when it comes to you, but that’s not what I asked.
I asked if you were drunk and if you are, who the hell is driving you home?
” The way this man spoke to me had me biting my lip and blushing.
“You can’t speak? Drop me a pin, I’m on my way cus you think this shit a game. ”
Roman wasn’t like any nigga I had ever met.
He sure wasn’t like any nigga I fucked since I had only been with one dude like the fake ass saint I was.
But hell, when he checked me, I wanted to happily respond “yes daddy” without a second thought.
Yet my shy girl ways always crept in when it was time to take that leap.
“I sent it,” I giggled again.
“I’m gonna fuck you up.”
“I mean, I’ve never been fucked up. I’ve had my coochie beat up a lil, but I’ve never been fucked up.” I twirled a loose curl. “You want me ass in the air, or on my stomach? Either doesn’t matter but I’m open to what you want boo.” I flirted.
“Yea. You playing. I’m on my way,” Roman didn’t even bother entertaining my fuckery. He ended the call without a second thought. I shrugged, exited his text thread, and scrolled to her name.
“Wassup beautiful?” The way her voice sent a warm feeling through me should have been studied.
“I miss you. I’m tipsy, and I kinda wanna see you, but I also have plans, so I just called to hear your voice.
” I sat back in the seat thinking, who the fuck was I?
Just months ago, I was scared of even looking at someone else, more or less dating anyone, and now I was wrapped up in a situation with two people who had a bitch head gone and nose wide open.
“So, in other words, you saying you ‘bout to give my pussy to someone else, huh?”
Blunt and unapologetic, Rae didn’t give a damn what left her mouth. She meant it when we first had sex that I was hers and she was mine.
“Don’t be like that. You’re busy, remember.” I was salty when I asked to link earlier this week, and she ran down just how busy she was going to be with her husband. And as much as the shit annoyed me, I chalked it up and said fine. My second best eater would just have to do.
“Man. If only you knew the change in plans, but that’s not what we’re on the phone for.” She sighed. “Make time for me.”
I honestly don’t even know why I flirted with Rae. I was scared as hell to let her back between my legs. She hadn’t only unleashed something inside of me, but she as a person was top tier.
It was complicated, and while I didn’t want to fall down that rabbit hole with her, I opted to stick with Roman.
He was grown, didn’t beat around the bush, wasn’t stingy, and he loved to spoil me with whatever my heart desired. Even after our last misunderstanding, he was patient yet persistent with not letting me go.
Now don’t get me wrong, Rae had it going on, but I knew this was a fling. I didn’t want a woman, and well, she was married, so allowing her to continue to be my therapist was risky, but for my own selfish reasons I didn’t want to lose her.
“I can’t,” I pouted. Just as I looked up, I saw Roman hopping out of a Lyft. I hurriedly wrapped up the call before he reached the car, promising to text her when I made it home before disconnecting my line.
“Get out and get in the passenger side, now.” I mimicked him, using my fingers in a talking gesture. “Keep doing that immature shit, Koi, and Ima punish you in a way that you ain’t ready for.”
“What? Punish me?” I had to keep remembering that Roman was much older. Not old enough to be my sugar daddy, but old enough to call me a little ass girl if he wanted to.
“You heard what I said. Let’s go, I ain’t gonna keep telling you about acting out and wanting to drink to get attention.
That shit ain’t cool and it ain’t safe.” A lecture was not what I was expecting when he offered to come and get me.
“You heard me?” By now my happy hour drinks had worn off.
I planned to stay with him at his penthouse, but at this moment, I wanted him to just drop me off at my apartment in Manhattan.
“Relax. Why your panties all in a bunch?” I turned my lip up at him just as my phone rang before automatically connecting to the speaker.
“Koi, what the fuck, bro?” Marcel’s voice boomed through my speakers, causing me to let out a groan. Roman looked over at me with a look that I couldn’t quite read.
“What do you want? Tired of ya seed? Ya baby mama annoying you? Fuck do you want?”
“Oh, that’s how you feeling? You out here parading around with some lame ass nigga and then you talking slick? Yea, you on some shit.” I tapped the red telephone on the receiver. I’d be damned if I let Marcel piss me off on the line I was paying for. Fuck no!
“You still fucking him? And don’t be offended, I need to know so I know how to proceed with what I say next.” Roman’s eyes damn near pierced a hole in my skin.
“No.” I didn’t need to elaborate. It was the truth.
“What’s his location? It’s time I pull up on him and let him see how this lame treats and handles a real woman.” My eyes almost popped out of my head as my heartbeat sped up.
“That’s not necessary. I promise it’s not.
Let’s just go back to your spot and relax.
I need that.” Roman catered to me. That was one of the things I loved about him.
So, when he mentioned Marcel and going to see him, I immediately played on what would work.
I touched his arm, moving it up to his shoulder, then his chest. “Bae, I just want it to be about you and me tonight. Can we do that?” I put on the voice he loved. Low and sultry.
“You think you slick.” I could see the rise of his dick under the slacks he wore. My hand swiped across his manhood. “Koi, I gotta drive.”
“How well of a driver are you?” I asked, biting down on my lip. Roman didn’t get to answer before I unzipped his slacks. “Drive or we will look suspicious.
Roman pulled away from the curb, moved in the seat until he was comfortable before I removed my seatbelt, leaned over, and took all of him in my mouth.
“Fuck!” He mumbled as my head bobbed up and down on his dick.
The girth fit into my mouth perfectly, as my saliva trickled down the shaft.
With one hand, I squeezed gently on the shaft and sucked and licked on the head.
Roman was driving slower than usual, and I couldn’t blame him.
When I relaxed my jaws, opened my mouth wider, and deep-throated him fully, making sure to hit the back of my throat, his foot came down heavy on the gas.
“Nah, unt unt, you bout to make me go crazy dammit.”
Roman’s hand gripped the short locks of curls in my head. I moaned out, closing my throat on him slowly before removing his dick, slapping it against my lips and then stuffing it back in my mouth.
Roman didn’t stand a chance. His thigh muscles tightened as he grunted before spilling his seeds in my mouth.
“What the fuck?” I swallowed, got up slowly, and smirked before popping open my glove compartment. “You are something else.”
“I can be more, but you're gonna wanna bring me back home with you.”
“That’s the bare minimum.” He stuffed his dick back in his pants. “I’m ready to give you my last damn name.”
“What’s stopping you?” I opened the bottle of mouthwash, swishing it around before opening the window to spit.
“You ready for that? Cus, I don’t know if you are ready to be someone’s woman.”
Something was always off about his answers when I brought up long term, but tonight, I didn’t want to dwell on it. I just needed to be fucked and put to sleep. The wetness between my legs told me all I needed to know. I needed to feel his dick tonight, and that was all.