Chapter Eight
SYNTHIA “JUICY” brOOKS
The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the villa, casting golden rays across the marble floors.
I stood in the doorway with my arms folded, watching Mimi zip up her Glam-A-Holic monogram tote bag.
The tension between us was thick. We’d spoken, but I could sense the vibe change from all the bullshit that happened yesterday.
I felt bad for putting her between the two of us — Trecee and I — being forced to choose.
“You good?” I asked softly, my voice low.
“I’m straight,” she mumbled.
“I wish you could stay another day with us,” I grinned, trying to talk around the suffocating tension.
“Yeah,” she tittered. “My mama don’t want to babysit her bad-ass grandkids another day, and school is tomorrow.”
“We need to come back, maybe a girls’ trip or something,” I mentioned.
“Yeah, that’d be nice,” she mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact with me.
“Mimi,” I sighed, inching further into the room, closer to her. “You can’t even look at me.”
“It’s not about you. As bad as it is, I’m just as guilty as you are,” she shot off. “You better know what the fuck you’re doing. That’s all I have to tell you.”
“I know what I’m doing,” I assured her.
“This doesn’t change the fact that I don’t love you any less.” The corners of her lips turned upward into a smile.
“I love you too, bitch,” I uttered.
Placing her bag on the bed, she hugged me.
I needed it, and she knew I needed it. Mimi is more like a sister than Trecee is a cousin.
Blood ain’t thicker than water, but Mimi took pride in treating me like a sister more than a friend.
I didn’t want our friendship to become tainted or in the gray because of my decisions.
I’ll risk losing Trecee, but Mimi — I won’t risk taking that fall.
When we pulled back, there were tears welling in her eyes, matching my tear ducts.
We didn’t have to speak on it. Our emotions were running amok and neither of us could control it.
It made me regret ever involving her and allowing a moment of vulnerability to cloud the guilt I let settle inside all those months ago.
“As long as he makes you happy, that’s all that matters. You know I got your back through the storm.”
“I know,” I spoke somberly. “That’s why you’re my girl.”
“Now I ain’t saying I’ll ever trust your ass in the same room as my nigga,” she joked, getting a laugh out of me.
“Shut up, wench,” I hit her playfully.
Her phone chimed. It was a notification from Uber, cutting our goodbyes shorter than we wanted to.
“You look of fuckin’ good taking this dick like a big girl bae,” Romelo moaned from behind me, stuffing me dick.
He was fucking me so hard, so deep, that I could barely keep up. He was applying pressure, filling me up. It hurt so bad, but it felt so good. I was trying to take it and trying not to whine, but that’d only make him go harder and deeper.
I was cooking breakfast, humming to my playlist created on Spotify. While cooking bacon, I felt Romelo’s presence behind me, snaking his hands around my ass, groping it. It didn’t do a bit of good when I felt his tongue slither on my neck, sucking and kissing on my skin, marking his territory.
“Don’t move,” he told me, sliding my thong to the side, to insert one finger in my ass and one in my pussy.
I was trying hard not to squirm and keep cooking. The last time he did this in front of the stove, I was unsuccessful at cooking a juicy steak. This time, I was smart enough to turn the stove top down.
Not a second after fingering my ass and pussy, I felt a gush of air rush pass my pussy when he bent down to replace his dick with his fingers.
My ass was spread as he made slurping noises over the crackling bacon and feasted on my ass and pussy hungrily.
He was skilled with his tongue, carving his name into my pink flesh, parting my folds and flicking it back and forth.
Satisfied, he removed his tongue and inserting his dick, thrusting inside of me deep and slow, while pumping his thumb in and out of my ass.
“Oooooowww fuuuuuck,” I squealed.
“Throw that ass back on dick bae,” he groaned. “Fuck me back. Show me you love it.”
Complying, he swallowed his dick in with my pussy and allowed only whatever I could take, as he stilled his movements.
It’s not a secret that I don’t have much experience, but Romelo doesn’t spare me, so I take whatever I can and use what he taught me.
I was being slick on purpose, fucking him slow, barely inching back.
Turning around, I peeked over my shoulder at him and blushed at his expression.
His mouth was gaped open and his eyes were rolled to the back of his head.
He made comments after a fuck sessions, randomly in our quietness.
“Good pussy can make a nigga do anything. When Jodeci said, ‘Take my money, my house and my car. For one hit of you, you can have it all.’ He was sprung off that pussy. One hit of this shit, I’m bound to say yes to anything, fuckin’ ‘round wit’ you. ”
“Aaaaaaah fuuuuuuuck!” He hissed.
The sounds of our skin slapping fill the air, heavy and thick. My CareBear pajama shorts and cropped shirt didn’t stand a chance. Romelo had ripped the thin material in half before promising to by me a few more to flaunt around in.
“Romelo,” I gasped, feeling him go deeper, snapping me out of my thoughts. I lurched forward, trying to get him to ease just a little bit, but he gripped my waist and forced me to stay in place, while he thrusted in me deeper…harder.
“You runnin’ Juicy,” He grunted. “Good girl don’t run from dick baby.”
“Baby you have to ease up,” I moaned.
He slapped me hard on the ass and slowed down his strokes. My leg was on stretched on the kitchen counter, while the other leg kept me hoisted up. Romelo was bent behind me with no intentions to go at my pace.
“Ease up for what Juicy. This my pussy,” He moaned. “How the fuck you gon’ tell me to ease out some pussy as good as this! That’s selfish as fuck.”
“Hmmmm!” I whimpered.
I couldn’t do shit but stand here and take it. He had me stuck in place. I was on the verge of cumming, because I felt that familiar knot in the pit of my stomach, that made my toes curl.
When he released my waist with on his hands to put circle my clit, I lost it.”
“Oooooh God.”
Then his other hand cupped my breast, toying with my nipple. His hands were on both of my sensitive buds, causing my vision to become blurry. The deeper he went, amplifying the flush, a gut wrenching orgasm, jolted through me, causing me to scream.
“Fuck, shit, I’m cumming!”
“Nut on yo dick bae!” He moaned and quickened up the pace.
I couldn’t stop shaking. Even when he released his seeds inside of me, with some of it swarming down my legs, I couldn’t stop. My breathing was accelerated too.
It took a while for me to calm down and when I did, I was spent.
I couldn’t take no more, but Romelo was a nasty, doggish ass nigga and he didn’t let up.
He knelt down further and sucked all of his cum out my pussy, then smeared whatever was left on the tip of his tongue on my ass, tongue fucking my forbidden hole, ripping another orgasm out of me.
“Romeeeeee,” I gasped. “Shiiiiiit!”
“Look at this shit,” I heard him murmur, before sticking his tongue back inside my pussy.
I felt the tip of his tongue slither in and out of me, before he pulled back. Panting short breaths, I got my breathing under control, before he tapped my ass, giving me the green light to let my leg down.
“You be tappin’ out every time.”
“Whatever,” I glanced back at him and stated.
Nut was slowly seeping out of his dick and dropping on the marble floor.
“Go start the shower.”
“Romelo, please, don’t get in the shower with me. I’m already sore from the other night and fucking me how you just did, made it worse. I don’t need to shower, I need to soak,” I complained.
“You want me to kiss it?”
“No. It should be a crime the way I let you fuck me like that.
He grinned. “If I had some slaw ass dick, you’d be clownin’ me in the group chat, talkin’ shit and throwin’ subliminals on Facebook. I know better than that.”
I giggled as I shook my head while taking him in.
Beads of sweat were swarming down his face and chest. Still nonetheless, he was the finest motherfuckin’ nigga on the planet, in my eyes.
He looked so fucking good. He had a lineup done, and his waves also looked good too.
His beard had thickened up too. The scar above his right eye brow was healing day by day, but there’d be a mark.
“Keep on lookin’ at me like and you’ll get fucked again. I’ll beat that pussy out the frame and we won’t go now where.” He warned me.
I knew better than to challenge him, so I turned on my heels with a smirk on my face and exited the kitchen to bathe. We had a full day ahead of us with festivities, and I couldn’t wait.
Placing my phone on the bathroom counter, I started running the shower water, then walked over to the bathroom closet to retrieve a fresh towel.
My phone dinged, jarring my attention from the task at hand.
It was a notification from Facebook, but I ignored it and got inside the shower to bathe.
Keeping his promise, Romelo didn’t join me, so I got a lot done quicker than I would have if he’d showered with me, like shaving my underarms and legs.
Steam clouded the shower doors and lingered through the bathroom when I exited the shower to dry off. Then I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and applied minimal makeup to start my day.