14. Erissa
When I woke up this morning, the first thing I thought about was the Plan B.
I looked everywhere for it, including River’s bedroom and bathroom, and came up empty.
I tried to get another one without Rylee seeing me while we were out, but she was stuck to me like glue, so it was impossible.
I wanted to have another conversation with River about using condoms from here on out if we were going to continue having sex.
“About that,” he said.
“Yeah, about that.”
“It’s in my gym bag.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not sure if I want you to take it.”
“It’s not your decision.”
“I know, but can we talk about it?”
“River, I’m not trying to trap you, but I’m also not trying to be trapped.”
“You think I’m trying to trap you?”
“You don’t?”
He chuckled. “I guess it does seem that way.”
“Because that’s exactly what you’re doing.
Look, I’m not the kind of woman who believes in fairy tales.
I haven’t spent the past thirty years dreaming about Prince Charming coming to whisk me off my feet.
Marriage has never been high on my list of priorities, but if I have a child, I at least want to have it with a man who takes fatherhood seriously.
I’ve seen how committed you are to Riverlynn, so if I am pregnant and this ends up being just a fling, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, because I know you’d make sure your child is taken care of. ”
He didn’t respond quickly, and I waited patiently to hear what he would say.
“Listen, baby. The moment I tasted your pussy and felt it wrapped around my dick, I knew things would be different between us. When I’m drowning in it, whether it’s my face or my dick, there’s no question who you belong to, because I’ll be damned if I let another nigga experience you.
Low-key, if I could find a way to dead all the niggas you’ve been with, I’d do it in a heartbeat because I don’t want another breathing soul to know how good your pussy is.
I haven’t kissed a woman the way I kiss you in over a decade, and I crave the precious lips on your face just as much as I crave the ones between your legs. ”
His words made me hot, and I fanned myself with the menu, focusing on keeping my composure.
“We have great sexual chemistry, but that doesn’t mean you’re ready to change your womanizing ways.”
“Today, my mother told me I was downplaying my feelings for you, and she’s right. I don’t catch feelings, but I’ve been feeling you since the first time I heard your voice, and this shit is weird. The last time I had similar feelings, she played the fuck outta me.”
“I’m not her.”
“I know that.”
“I’m not forcing you to do anything you’re not ready for, nor will I try to convince you to be with me and only me.
I know the kind of lifestyle you live, and if you’re not willing to give up your groupies, I’ll continue to work for you because of my love for Rivvy, and we can even fuck from time to time, as long as you know that you may not be the only person I’m fucking.
There will be no hard feelings on my end, but the last time you experienced this pussy without a rubber will be the last time.
If you don’t want to wrap up, you’d better cherish the memories. ”
“Damn. It’s like that?” he questioned with raised brows, obviously surprised by my response.
I’d never in my life had multiple sex partners at once. There were several months, sometimes even years, between partners, but River didn’t know that.
“Exactly like that. I like you, but I’ve done too much work on myself to let you fuck up my progress.”
“I respect that. Baby, I don’t want to hurt you, especially because I’ve been falling for you since the day we met,” he confessed.
“Really?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you. My mother also told me not to talk myself out of a good woman, and she’s never steered me wrong.”
“I respect Mama J, but if what she said is the only reason—”
“It’s not the only reason, but it’s the reason I stopped downplaying my feelings. Erissa, I don’t know how to do relationships, but if you’ll give me a chance, I want to try.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive. Honestly, I’ll do anything to keep hitting that good-ass pussy with no barriers between us, and that includes getting rid of the groupies. You give me something they never could, and I don’t want to lose it.”
“What’s that?” I questioned, intrigued.
“Peace.”
I couldn’t stop myself from blushing, and I looked away from him as I smiled. He reached across the table, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him.
“I know you probably have a million questions running through your mind, but baby, we wouldn’t be having this conversation if this wasn’t something I thought I could do.”
“I believe you.”
“Does that mean you’ll officially be my woman?”
“I have the stuffed flounder with wild rice and steamed broccoli,” the server announced before I could respond.
“Right here.”
She placed our plates in front of us, asked if we needed anything else, and disappeared as quickly as she arrived.
“What were you about to say before you were interrupted?” he asked.
“River, I’d love to be—”
“Erissa?” A vaguely familiar male’s voice interrupted me.
I looked up and was shocked to see Donovan. I smiled uncomfortably, but he didn’t return my smile. In fact, he frowned.
“Donovan . . . Hey.”
“Did you cancel our date to go out with—River Westmore? Oh, shit! Wassup, man? I’m looking forward to seeing how far you can take the team this year.”
He sported a wide grin as he offered his hand to River, but River looked at it with disdain until Donovan returned it to his side.
“I can’t believe you canceled our date to go out with the biggest womanizer in Black Elm. I guess that doesn’t matter when you got deep pockets,” Donovan said in a disgusted tone.
“Donovan, I—”
“Erissa, the only thing I want you to explain to this nigga is how my face was buried in your pussy this morning. If it ain’t that, send him on his way.”
“Oh my God, River.”
I let my head fall forward and covered my face with my hands.
“Don’t be embarrassed now. You weren’t embarrassed when you told me to finger fuck you while I suck on your clit.”
“Donovan, can you please just go?”
“Damn. I thought you were different. You had me fooled,” he said, his voice filled with disappointment as he walked away from our table.
“I cannot believe you!” I whispered-yelled.
“His ass couldn’t take a hint and leave on his own.”
“You’re so embarrassing.”
“My bad, but he needed to understand that you’re off-limits.”
“I could’ve told him myself in a more polite way.”
“You were taking too long. Eat your food before it gets cold.”
“So, I was thinking about dessert,” I said.
River and I had left the restaurant, and I assumed we were headed back to his place. I had something else in mind, though.
“Elm Street Blues has some of the best desserts in the city. Why didn’t you order something from there?”
“I didn’t want dessert from there.”
“What’s the name of the place, and it better be better than anything we could’ve gotten there?”
“I’m positive you’ll enjoy it more. Do you remember how to get to my house?”
“Yeah, but I’m not eating shit you got there.”
“Even if it’s my pussy?”
He glanced in my direction with raised brows, and I already had my eyes on him, waiting for him to react to what I’d said.
“Shit. Say less, baby.”
In less time than it should’ve taken, he turned into my driveway.
“It’s a good thing I put your house keys on my keychain,” he said when he opened the passenger side door.
We entered through the front door, and as soon as he locked the door, he pressed me against it.
“I’m ready for my dessert,” he whispered before pressing his lips against mine.
We stood against the door for at least ten minutes, kissing, groping, rubbing, and moaning. The crotch of my catsuit was soaked, and I was beyond ready for him to remove it from my body.
His mouth moved down to my neck, and he mumbled against it, “You want to do this against the door, or should we move to the couch or your bedroom?”
Before I could answer him, he picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“First door on the right—I mean, left.”
I couldn’t think straight because of the way his tongue caressed my neck. It felt so good, I let my head fall back to give him more access. When we made it to my bedroom, he dropped me on the bed, and I immediately wiggled out of my jacket and kicked off my shoes.
“You have to unzip me,” I told him.
“I gotchu, baby.”
He reached behind me and pushed the zipper down, then helped me take it off. Underneath it, I was naked, and River didn’t hide how much he liked what he saw.
“Damn. You’ve been naked under that shit all this time?”
“I didn’t want my—oh, shit!”
He pushed my legs open and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue swiped over my clit and pussy lips like he was on a mission to discover how many licks it took to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop.
“Oh, yes, baby. Lick it just like that. Oh my God.”
I was levitating, and I didn’t want to stop until I made it to heaven. With the way he ate my pussy, it wouldn’t be long before I made it to the promised land.
“Riv—oh God—River, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
When he slipped his fingers inside me and pressed against my clit while his tongue crept between my folds, I couldn’t hold off a second longer. I exploded all over his face while screaming bloody murder.
“You gon’ scare your neighbors,” he teased when he finally came up for air.
With one eye open, I watched him undress, and when his dick was freed, I admired its beauty. My mouth watered as I imagined it filling my jaws, but damn, I wasn’t sure if I could handle it.
I sat up and reached for it, and when I made contact, it jumped in my hand. My lips curled into a wide smile as I enjoyed the soft, veiny skin.
“Can I suck it?” I asked softly.
“I don’t know. Can you?”
I felt like he had challenged me, so now I couldn’t back down.
I leaned forward and took him in my mouth .
. . Well, as much of him as I could. I wasn’t a master at sucking dick, but I wouldn’t pretend like it wasn’t something I hadn’t done many times in the past. River’s dick was by far the biggest I’d ever experienced.
“Don’t rush, baby. Suck it slow. There’s no rush.”
I bobbed my head, then licked the tip before swirling my tongue around it, attempting to take him deeper into my mouth. What I couldn’t cover, I wrapped both my hands around and went to work.
“Shit! That’s it, baby! Ahh, just like that.”
He palmed the top of my head, grabbing what little hair I had. I thought he might try to control my pacing, but he let me do my thing. Every time the tip hit the back of my throat, I gagged, and he groaned. Saliva dripped from my mouth, down my chin, and onto my legs.
“Fuucckk! I’m about to bust!”
“Mmm.”
“Catch it, baby! Catch every fucking drop!”
As his dick pulsed, filling my mouth with warm fluid, I kept sucking. His grip on my hair got tighter, and he groaned so loud, I thought he might burst a blood vessel.
Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore, so he planted his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back onto the bed. He stumbled back, holding onto the dresser as he caught his breath.
“Shit! You could’ve warned me.”
I giggled before saying, “I like that element of surprise much better.”
“Oh really? I got a surprise for you. Turn around and get on your knees.”
The next morning, I woke up wrapped in River’s arms and was about ten seconds from relieving my bladder in this bed. I pushed his long, heavy body away from me and sprinted to the bathroom.
When I finished, I got a pack of toothbrushes and a fresh tube of toothpaste from under the sink, and some towels from the linen closet. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I got my phone from my purse and returned to bed.
Before I could get comfortable, River wrapped his arm around my body and brought my back to his chest. He kissed the top of my head, and seconds later, I felt his body relax against mine as he went back to sleep.
I unlocked my phone and saw that I had a text from Shakira and Donovan. I went to my thread with Shakira first because I honestly didn’t care what Donovan had to say.
Shakira:
Y’all looked real cozy at dinner. I love to see it.
Included was a link to Keeping It in the Closet. Against my better judgment, I clicked on the link. As I expected based on Shakira’s message, there was a picture of River and me at dinner last night. The caption read:
@KIITC: Ohh, it’s been a minute since we’ve seen Mr. Westmore out with this beauty. We never did find out who she was and if she was just another jump-off or his baby mama. Maybe this time, the nosy neighbors will have better luck.
The second picture was the one from our first outing, and I assumed it was attached as a reminder. I guess I was a glutton for punishment, because I went straight to the comments.
@nogoofficial: He’s a trash nigga and she’s too pretty to waste her time with him.
@mimirivi: Run away as fast as you can. Don’t you read the blogs? He ain’t him.
@maybebaby123: Y’all ain’t never seen @rivwest33 the same woman twice. She might be his one.
@uthoughtwrong: If she’s his baby mama, she hit a lick. Lucky girl.
I’d seen enough, so I swiped out of the app and replied to Shakira.
Me:
Dinner was nice, but dessert was even better.
Shakira:
Yes, friend! I love this for you.
Me:
I’ll call you later.
I went to Donovan’s thread and frowned because this man wrote an essay. I hadn’t known him long enough for him to send a message this long.
Donovan:
I really thought you were different, but it’s obvious you’re nothing more than a money chasing, attention seeking bitch like all the others.
“This nigga,” I whispered in disgust.
I’d read enough. There was no chance of me ever going out with him, whether River and I worked or not, so I blocked his number and deleted our text thread. It was only seven o’clock, so I put my phone on the bedside table and turned around to face River.
“What nigga you talking about?” River asked.
“Nobody. Go back to sleep.”
“Nah. I’m up now, but I know what will put me back to sleep.”
He dipped his head under the comforter, and his face was between my thighs before I could ask any questions. This man thoroughly enjoyed eating my pussy, and I’d never get in the way of a man who loved to eat pussy.