Chapter 9 Blaise Monroe
Walking down to the garage, I tried to shake off my annoyance.
It seemed my male co-hosts were on one today and they got under my skin.
Normally, I’ll hand them their ass and go on about my day, but today was different.
I dragged Devin the entire segment, and they in turn dragged me.
Maybe that’s why it was different. Maybe it was him that got under my skin when he came to my office.
My co-hosts accused me of being emotional when it came to Devin, and that I may have gotten my feelings hurt by him.
Even if that was the case, it was insulting to say that shit on the air.
It implied that I wasn’t giving an opinion based on actual stats.
The same thought process that most men have when it comes to women with sports.
They don’t think we know what we’re talking about.
Hearing a noise behind me caused me to come out of my thoughts.
Turning quickly on my heels, I scanned the garage, but didn’t see anyone there.
Picking up the pace, I tried to make it to my car.
“For someone who talks as much shit as you do, you sholl is scary as fuck.” Hearing his voice, I halted. I had no idea what Devin was doing here, and instead of being annoyed, I was curious and excited.
“For someone who stays in the media for having a bunch of hoes, you sholl is following behind me.” He smirked before walking closely to me.
“It seems like behind you is where you want me.” Devin traced his finger down my shirt making sure to brush it across my nipple.
I knew I should have worn a bra, but I didn’t expect to run into his ass.
I wanted to scream that I didn’t want his ass, but my body was betraying me.
It’s as if she remembered her first time and was craving him something awful.
“Don’t flatter yourself. Devin, it’s been a long day and I have to get home. What do you want?” I almost said I had to get to my daughter but caught myself quickly.
“You.” That was all he said before closing the remaining space between us. “Can I have you, Blaise?”
“Why do you want me? We just met.” My lame response was all I could come up with even though it was a lie.
“I don’t know. It’s just something about you that makes me want to dig you out.
Even when you’re talking shit about me. The way your mouth pokes out when you are trying to make a point.
The way your titties heave up and down when you’re getting worked up.
When you’re pissed off, you push your hair behind your ear.
I love your mystery, and I’m drawn to your feisty ass.
” His mouth crashed down on mine so fast, I couldn’t stop it.
Not that I wanted to anyway. My body and my lips were on fire.
“We have to stop.” I managed to weakly whisper when he moved his mouth from my lips to my neck.
“You know I never do what I’m told.” Gripping me by my ass, he picked me up and placed me on a car. We were in a parking garage where anyone could see us, yet I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Reaching in front of me, I pulled down the joggers he wore and freed his dick.
“Do you have a condom?” The way he looked at me, I knew his ass didn’t.
“Naw, I thought we was about to fight. I didn’t expect to get no pussy.” Hearing him say that showed me how easy I made this for him, but instead of telling him to stop, I pulled my skirt above my waist.
“Don’t nut in me. You’ve caused enough problems in my life.” I cursed myself for letting that last line slip out, but he didn’t seem to hear me.
“Shut the fuck up and get this mufucka.” Pulling me to the edge of the hood, he rubbed my clit with his tip for a lil while. I’m guessing he was trying to get me wet, but my girl was already in formation. He finally pushed it inside of me and the shit felt bigger than I remember.
“Devin, wait!”
“Naw, you gone take this dick. Tell me you gone take it.”
“I’m going to take it.” That was all I needed to say as he slammed my body down on the hood.
“I knew this pussy was good. Throw that shit back at me.” Putting my legs around him, I began to wind my hips.
“That’s right. Be a good girl and ride this dick.
” It’s like I was back in college all giddy over Devin willing to do whatever just to be in his presence.
I wasn’t desperate or anything, it was just something about his ass that had me gone from the moment I laid eyes on him.
“This dick is dicking.” His ass had the nerve to smirk as he pounded inside of me.
“I know. This was what you been wanting ain’t it? You needed some dickright.” I wanted to laugh, but he hit my spot hard causing me to gasp out.
“Devin.”
“Let that shit go. Don’t be trying to hold it in. Cum on this dick and show me you want it.”
“Devinnn!” That was all I could get out, so I continued to say his name. Out of nowhere, he pulled out of me, and I was ready to beat his ass. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“You’re not listening. When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. Now, do what the fuck I said and cum on this dick.” Without warning, he slammed himself back inside of me and began pounding again. Reaching up, he grabbed me around my neck and squeezed.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum.”
“Good girl. You better wet this mufucka up too.” My body shook as I released and came as he demanded.
It didn’t take him long before his pumps increased, and his body jerked.
I tried to pull back, but he held my ass in place, and I was livid.
When his body finally dropped, he released me.
His ass had the nerve to lay on top of me like this was about to be a sweet moment.
“Why the fuck would you do that? I specifically told you not to nut in me.”
“I warned you; I never do what I’m told. You’ll be aight. It was just me stamping my name on that pussy. Tell your goofyass husband that’s my shit now.” Not about to play with him, I pushed him off me and tried to adjust myself.
“You’re a menace and that’s why you’re going through the shit you are now.
You don’t know shit about me, yet you gone nut in me.
What if I’m crazy? What if I’m a trifling mama?
Better yet, what if I have an STD?” This nigga laughed at me like I was crazy before wiping his dick off on my skirt. He had lost all his mind.
“You know you just at fault, right? All of that can be true, but it also can be true about me. Let me help you though, so you don’t have to figure it out. I am crazy. I’ll probably be a horrible father, and this dick cleaner than a wax on wax off job from a maid. Anything else?”
“Just stay the fuck away from me.” Storming off, I climbed in my car and pulled off.
When I got out of the garage and down the street, I pulled over.
Slamming my hands against the steering wheel, I fought back tears.
I couldn’t believe my ass was still stupid over this man.
If someone asked me what possessed me to fuck this man in a parking garage with no condom, I wouldn’t have anything to offer them but a dumb blank stare.
It was the same way in college. I went back to my room and cried for giving my virginity to a man in his damn Camaro.
If people knew what I put up with, with Garrett they would say I was dumb, but that was intentional and strategy on my part.
Now, Devin. A bitch was dumber than a box of rocks over him.
The sad part is, I have no idea why. Wiping my tears, I straightened up and grabbed my phone.
I couldn’t cry over spilled milk, and I knew what I had to do.
Dialing my sister, Shaq, I waited for her to answer.
“Hey what’s up, sissie?”
“I need to use your name and insurance to go to the doctor tomorrow.”
“You can use it, but not until you tell me what it’s for. Spill bitch.”
“I need a plan b and an STD screening.”
“I know you fucking lying. So, you want to run my name through the dirt, and when I go back they be like heyyyy hot pussy how you been?” I tried not to laugh because it wasn’t a funny situation, but that would be fucked up.
“Please, you know if I go under my own name, it will be in the blogs by midnight.”
“Girl, you better pray that pussy not hot or imma fuck you up.”
“Thank you, sis.” Driving off, I felt better. Once I got this handled, I was staying the fuck away from Devin. His ass was trouble and I wanted no parts.