Chapter 15 #2
The mood was set. Destiny’s Child’s T-shirt played softly from the speakers.
Candles were lit, giving the room a relaxing but sensual feeling.
Rio stared at Cali with lust in his orbs.
He studied the red lace lingerie set she wore and licked his lips.
The time had finally come for them to reunite their bodies.
After months of heartache, prayers, and appointments, Rio had finally declared that he wanted her body.
Cali jumped at the chance, making sure to stop at the lingerie store and pick up something sexy to wear.
Afterward, she grabbed takeout and headed home.
When Rio ate, she set up their room, wanting this to be a moment they remembered forever.
Their phones were on do not disturb, creating no room for distractions.
It was just her and Rio basking in their desire for each other.
“Take that off,” Rio ordered, looking at her bra.
Slowly, she unhooked it from the back and let it fall. Her D-cups spilled out, and she held them in her hand. Twisting her nipples, she noticed his manhood stiffened in his boxers.
“Come over here.”
Cali crawled on the bed, straddling him. Reaching down, she kissed his lips, feeling warmth cover her body like a quilt. For months, Cali was forced to go without sex due to his injuries but now her pussy was on a platter, waiting for him to devour it.
“I missed you,” she moaned between kisses.
“Show me how much you missed a nigga.”
Cali smirked, moving her body south and stopping at his erection. Gently, she pulled his dick out, stroking it with her hands before lowering her mouth to his head. In one gulp, she swallowed his dick, gagging slightly before she licked the thick vein that ran along his length.
“You know how I like it. Suck this dick and stop trying to be cute.”
Cali loved when Rio talked his shit. It heightened her arousal, making her want to pounce on him until he painted her pussy with his essence. Spitting on his erection, she made it sloppy as she sucked in her cheeks and teased the head of his dick.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his face contorting from the pleasure.
Grabbing the back of her head, he guided her further on his shaft.
Cali was in total bliss. Sex with Rio was different.
Mainly because she had almost lost him. There had been a possibility of him dying and leaving her behind.
Savoring his dick and inciting ecstasy for him was like a personal thank you for not leaving her in this world alone.
“Shit,” he gritted, just as his flesh pulsated.
Rio usually lasted longer but with Cali’s jaws sucking him in and his lack of release in months, she figured she’d have him unraveling in no time.
“Let me see it,” he commanded with urgency.
Cali removed her mouth from his dick. Within seconds, his cum shot from it, coloring her lips with his essence. She pumped him with her hand, making sure he was completely empty.
“Damn, I ain't never nutted that fast.” He chuckled.
Cali licked the remnants from his orgasm off her lips. “You haven’t had a release in months. I didn’t expect you to last that long. You ready for some pussy, baby?”
“Hell yeah. Come here.”
She straddled him, feeling his manhood poke her center. Rio kissed her neck, propelling Cali into a state of drunkenness. His touch incited a blaze inside her body. It started inside her pussy and somehow had spread into a wildfire.
“Ooh, baby,” she mumbled.
Rio’s tongue trailed down to her breasts, licking her nipples and leaving marks of passion.
Cali’s head fell back, trying to control her breathing.
The passion between them had been missing and she couldn’t believe it was present now.
Or maybe she had been so wrapped up in her affair with Braye that she didn’t give Rio a chance to penetrate her heart?
She left no room for him to establish himself as her lover.
Back then, Cali consistently blocked his attempts, citing a lack of compatibility.
But what if that wasn’t the case? What if there had always been passion present and Cali had been too selfish to recognize it? The way her body burned from his licks and kisses should’ve been illegal. At this rate, she’d need an extinguisher to put out the blaze inside her frame.
“Oh fuck.” She doubled over, digging her black nails into his mocha skin.
Her walls thumped, drawing a climax that prompted Cali to grit her teeth. Cummin’ off of nipple play had never been something she experienced. She couldn’t believe she had been that raw for it to happen.
“Come ride this dick for me, baby.”
Cali gathered what strength she had left from her unforeseen orgasm and climbed on his dick. It was the perfect fit as she slid down gradually on it.
“Damn, I’ll never get over this pussy,” he grumbled, squeezing her sensitive nipples.
Cali bounced at a slow pace, trying to savor every vein and groove of his erection. However, her pussy was greedy, it wanted more so she picked up speed. Planting her hands on his chest, she moved her hips in a bucking motion.
“Damn, I love yo’ ass,” he confessed, slapping her ass.
She moaned, “I love you, too.”
Cali fucked him until her quads burned. Positioning herself on the balls of her feet, she bounced up and down on his dick, feeling her flesh quiver.
“Oh, this dick makes me weak!” she groaned.
Her eyes were squeezed shut as she circled her hips. Cali was in a state of bliss and never wanted to depart it.
“Cum with me.”
Rio slithered his hand up to her neck, pulling her down to meet his lips. The feverish kisses ignited an explosion within them both.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned.
“Fuck, Cali…”
Their flesh pumped in sync as they spilled traces of their intense fucking session. Heavy pants filled the room along with crooning in the background. It was intense and it was needed. Cali had never climaxed that hard in her entire life.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked, searching his eyes for any discomfort.
“No, I told you I’m good.” He kissed her lips. “We need to make up for lost time.”
She grinned. “We do.”
“Do me a favor and turn around for me. I’m trying to feel your pussy for the rest of the night.”
Cali loved the sound of that as she turned and positioned herself on all four limbs.
One week later…
“Are you okay?”
Irish looked at Ivory then faced forward. She was back at her mother’s, doing her monthly check-in but this time, she had Ivory with her as a distraction. Hopefully, Daisy would engage more with her then they could leave, and she could forget about her until the next month arrived.
“Yeah, you know I hate doing this though.”
“I know.” Ivory touched her exposed arm. “We won’t be here long.”
Irish nodded and the two got out the car.
Havenwood was still in the same shape with dirt patches in the grass.
Toys were strewn across the lawn with people bumping loud music from their open windows.
Irish hiked the small set of steps and rang the doorbell.
The nudging of the curtain brought her attention to the window.
Seconds later, the door opened, and Daisy revealed her disheveled self.
“Oh, what a surprise.” She clapped her hands. “I got a two for one today.”
Irish didn’t speak as she entered the home. Right away, the stench of garbage hit her nose, making her face showcase disdain.
“Hey, Mama. How are you?” Ivory greeted her with a hug.
While Irish chose to display distance between her and Daisy, Ivory was always polite. She often hugged her, said I love you, and promised to keep in touch with her.
“You look great,” Daisy gushed, holding Ivory’s hand. “Doesn’t she look just like her father, Irish?”
Instead of answering her, Irish folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall.
“When did you come back?” Daisy asked.
“Oh, I’ve been here for about a week now.” Ivory shrugged then looked around. “Mama, you should really get this place cleaned up.”
Daisy flicked her hand at her. “Oh, it’s fine.”
“It’s not though. It smells awful in here.” Ivory gagged. “My goodness, how can you sit here and not get sick?”
“Well, excuse me for grieving the loss of my husband!” Daisy lamented.
Irish rolled her eyes, instantly regretting coming here.
“Mama, it’s been years since Daddy passed away. You need to get your life back.”
“He was my life!” Daisy bellowed. “You two haven’t done anything to help me grieve. Just left me behind while you went about your lives. What about me, huh? What about my mental health? Did you ever stop to consider how I needed help?”
Irish refused to tag herself into this conversation. Her stance had been made clear years ago. Baiting her into an argument to show some kind of emotion wouldn’t work anymore. She had done that for so many years without any kind of pay off. Irish went inside her purse and pulled out an envelope.
“Here’s money for bills, Ma.”
Daisy snatched it from her hand. “That’s all you think about, Irish. Money, money, money. You do know money won’t solve every problem.”
“Mama, calm down,” Ivory scolded. “You don't need to be so rude to Irish.”
“She’s rude to me.” She pointed her finger toward herself.
“You know she doesn’t even call me. I can’t call her because she has me blocked.
” She cut her eyes at Irish. “Don't think I don't know because every time I dial your number, it goes to the voicemail. I’m your mother and you treat me like scum. Then, you throw money at me like it’s supposed to fix me.”
An impassive expression rested on Irish’s face. This speech had been recited so many times that she could say it word for word. Again, Irish refused to be baited into an argument. Daisy was dying for some attention from her and she knew it. It was the reason she decided to starve her out.
“Other than all of that, how have you been?” Irish asked.
“I’ve been the same. You think grief just goes away on its own? I’ll never be okay again.”
Ivory inhaled a deep breath. “Well, I’m here for the summer. Just call me if you need me.”
“There you go, following in her footsteps.” She pointed at Irish. “How come I wasn’t the first person you came to see when you got here? Why do you always go to Irish?”
“Because Irish is my sister. She took care of me when you failed to do so. She’s the person that makes sure I have all that I need. I get guidance from her. She gives me love and I would be remiss not to go see her first, Mama.”
Ivory’s words had Irish on the verge of tearing up.
She often expressed her love for her, but Irish had no idea how deep her adoration ran.
She took care of her because that was the right thing to do.
She didn’t expect any award for doing so but when Ivory professed what kind of impact Irish made in her life, she felt that all the sacrifices she’d made for her wasn’t in vain.
“Yeah, well, I wish I could say the same about her. She only comes to drop off money. She doesn’t help me through my grieving process or anything.” Daisy shook her head.
“Well, this was a nice visit,” Irish stated with sarcasm. “I’ll see you next month, Mama.” Irish headed for the front door.
“Bye, Mama.” Ivory waved at her.
“No, wait!” Daisy yelled out. “How about we go through some pictures together? Don't leave yet.”
Irish pushed an exasperated breath from her mouth as Ivory shrugged at her.
Daisy wobbled across the compacted room and grabbed a green photo album. Opening it up, she immediately teared up when she held a picture up.
“Look, Ivory, it’s your dad. He would be so proud of you.”
Irish resisted the urge to roll her eyes as her sister stepped near their mother. Grabbing the picture, she forced a smile on her face and nodded.
“Yeah, he would.”
Daisy’s gaze drifted to Irish. “He would be proud of you, too.”
“Fuck him!” she snapped, shocking the both of them.
“How dare you?” Daisy instantly went into defensive mode. “He took you in when your father passed away. He made sure you had all of your needs met. He wasn’t perfect but he meant well.”
“You know what, Mama. I really—”
“Hey, um, let’s get out of here,” Ivory interrupted. “We need to get to work, Mama.”
Irish was thankful for the interference since her words would cut Daisy to the bone. She rarely wanted to get emotional with her mother but there were triggers Irish had when it came to Daisy. For the most part, she ignored them but today wasn’t that day.
“You guys never want to spend time with me. Why?”
Irish cut her eyes at Daisy, who finally allowed her tears to fall. The crying spells did nothing to soothe the broken part of Irish. Daisy had let her down. She was supposed to shield her from the dangers of the world. Instead, she turned a blind eye, leaving Irish without a protector.
“Come on, Ivory.”
Irish headed to the door and walked out the house.
As soon as the sun hit her skin, she inhaled a deep breath.
Being in Daisy’s presence made her feel like her breathing was restricted.
Almost as if her breath was being held back because inhaling would likely kill her.
The air in that home was polluted with trauma.
Irish had done her best to escape it and whenever she came for her monthly visit, she felt like she was on the verge of death.
“Whew, she is exhausting,” Ivory complained, coming down the stairs.
“She’s miserable and wants us to join her.”
Ivory placed her hand on her shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good now that I’m out of there.”
“Okay, well let’s go get something to eat. My treat.”
“Oh,” Irish sang. “Somebody feeling really nice ‘cause you know you don't pay for shit.”
Ivory cackled. “That’s because I have a big sister and a big brother who loves me.”
“Whatever, and I want something good like The Fiftieth One.”
“Okay, I got you. Then after that, we can get to work.”
“Sure.”
Irish was thankful for Ivory in this moment. Her visit with Daisy could’ve gone to the deep end but thanks to her sister’s interference, she didn’t have to relive the painful memories of being under Daisy’s care.