by Mercy B
“I’m not going anywhere with you tomorrow.”
“After you get this dick tonight, you will.”
I’d wanted to put up a greater fight, but the way my body responded to him was foreign. His large hands caressed my pussy as he finalized our last activity for the night. I was kicking my own ass for waking up in the morning and regretting it, and I hadn’t even gone through with the act yet.
Of course, I let him inside and strip me of my clothes before pressing my hands against the door and forcing me to bend my back. The jolly rancher he’d been sucking on felt like a little pill as he inserted it into my pussy with his tongue. As he sucked on my pussy from behind, he’d let it marinate.
The warmth of my walls melted it, and the sweetness came oozing from my tunnel as my orgasm overwhelmed me to the point of immobility. Not only could I not move, but my legs had given out on me. For a brief second, I passed out. When I woke, Sosa was standing over me with his dick tapping my top lip.
“Open up. Let me feed him to you.” My lips were moist, allowing him to rub his thickness across them with ease.
He laid me across the couch after collapsing and propped a pillow underneath my head. I wasn’t the one to administer head while laying down. Control was feasted on during my sexual encounters, and this one would be no different.
Grabbing the base of his dick with my right hand, I conjured a glob of spit from the back of my mouth and sent it flying onto his dark meat. As I gave him time to adjust to the introduction of my state-of-the-art blow job, I maneuvered until my knees were on the ground, and I was looking up at him.
The intensity in his eyes was humbling as he communicated that I’d be needing a lot more neck and forehead sweat before he was merely pleased with my efforts. He’d knocked me out cold—for the record—so I knew that I had to come with it.
Summoning the saliva from the back of my throat, I spread it all over his dick with my tongue before pushing it into my mouth. A pretty big boy, Sosa was challenging, to say the least, but I welcomed it. My main focus was relaxing my throat and expanding it to accommodate his size.
Back and forward, I weaved my neck without the assistance of my hand. Each stroke I committed with my mouth allowed me to push Sosa a bit further down my throat than the first time. By the twelfth pump, I was able to slide him down my throat until I reached his ball sack. My gag reflex didn’t exist when I was on my knees.
“Shit!” Sosa exclaimed.
At that moment, I knew that I had him where I wanted him. From there on, I performed every trick I’d ever taught myself. Sucking dick was an art to me, and I took the artistry seriously. By the time I was ready to bring him to his climax, Sosa pulled himself from my mouth and demanded that I bend over the bed.
A sly smile crossed my saliva covered lips. I was a mess, and I didn’t give one fuck. The wrapper of a condom sounded, relieving me. I was so caught up in the moment that I’d forgotten to grab one from my drawer.
“Na. Get on the bed.” He had a change of heart.
His thick arms were stretched out across my stomach as he began massaging my breasts.
“Put ‘em in,” I advised him.
Obliging, Sosa rubbed his slippery, condom-covered dick up and down my slit repeatedly. I was becoming frustrated with the teasing, so I reached beneath me and grabbed a hold of his dick so that I could put it in myself. Sosa knew exactly what he was doing, and I had no time to play his childish games. I was beyond horny and ready to feel him inside of me. The thought was too much to bear any longer. I needed to feel him.
Whap!
He smacked my hand, causing me to retract and shake it from the pain I immediately felt. Simultaneously, Sosa burst through my seeping hole gently, nearly tearing me in two. He pushed himself into me slowly yet forcefully until he was buried inside of me completely.
It felt like the stars had aligned, and my soul had lifted from my body to hover over me and thank me for the goodness we were currently experiencing. He’d filled me to the brim and stretched me wider than the sea it felt like. I didn’t know if I should scream from the pain or embrace the pleasure that came along with it.
“Ahhhh. Baby.” I moaned as we both savored the moment.
“Fuck me back,” he commanded, pushing into me and then pulling back. That shit was driving me insane as I watched his chocolate skin dazzle in the darkness.
I obeyed, giving him exactly what he craved.
Pushing myself into Sosa, I moaned with each movement to relieve myself. I never thought it was possible for pain to feel so damned good. Our bodies moved in sync as our souls tied one another.
“This shit too motherfucking good,” Sosa said. “I’m ‘bout to fucking bust.” I could feel the tip of his dick enlarge, hitting my spot with each stroke. I tasted the blood in my mouth as the pain from me biting my lips resonated at the same time I began to mount. Squeezing my lids together, I yelled out obscenities as I reached my pinnacle place.
“Fuck!” Sosa was quick to follow. “Shit, girl,” he fussed.
After he’d discarded the condom, Sosa returned to my side, and we both rested to regain our strength.
“Baby girl, who taught you how to suck dick?” Sosa asked out of nowhere.
“Huh?” I was confused by his line of questioning.
“If you can huh, then you can hear. Who taught you how to suck dick?”
“My ex.”
“Shit, which one? I’m sure you have more than—” He was wrong. I’d only been in a relationship with one man in my life. Others hadn’t quite made it past the first date.
“I only have one, Sosa.”
For the first time, he was genuinely surprised. “Yeah. I might have to either body that nigga or send him a thank you package.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Come lock up. I’m about to be out.”
“Say what?”
“It late as fuck, and I need to get some shut eye.”
“And you can’t do that right here.”
“I ain’t never trusted a bitch—a woman enough to close my eyes and get comfortable at her crib. I won’t start tonight. That head was good, but it wasn’t that damn good.”
“That’s cool then. Let me get dressed too because I’m coming with you. This is not that. That hit it and quit it shit is played out. If you leaving, then we both leaving.”
Sosa
I watched in disbelief. Gauge was dead ass about leaving with me, but she’d be highly disappointed because I was leaving alone. This wasn’t my first run in the park, and I had no plans of switching shit up. We’d enjoyed ourselves, but this was where the night ended.
“I’ll be back to scoop you up around eight tomorrow night.” I couldn’t believe I was attempting to reason with anyone. That shit didn’t even sound right coming from my mouth.
“All of that is good to hear, and I’ll be ready. But tonight… Tonight.” She pointed toward the floor. “You’re not about to just walk out of here like I was some booty call.”
“You said that. Not me.”
“Since you can hear so well, then why haven’t you heard a thing I’ve said in the last few minutes? Either you’re staying with me, or I’m coming with you.”
“You’re not coming to my house.” She was blowing me, but I couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that I was considering laying my ass back down.
“Then good, because I didn’t feel like putting on any clothes or driving back home in the morning. You need a T-shirt or something to get comfortable?”
“I’m not staying at your house either.”
“Well, you’d better choose one and make up your mind quick, Sosa.”
“G, I need you to chill. You acting like I ain’t made plans to see you tomorrow.”
“That’s not the point. I just… I just did all of that stuff with you, and now you’re trying to force me to sleep alone because you ain’t feeling it.”
“Na. Because bitches can’t be trusted, and that’s no disrespect to yo
u.”
Why the fuck am I trying to explain myself, and why am I still here? I questioned, noticing that I hadn’t moved a muscle and was still at the edge of her bed.
“You know what? It’s fine. Don’t worry about tomorrow, and let’s forget about tonight. See your way out, Sosa.”
With that, she stomped into the bathroom connected to her bedroom and slammed the door. Baby girl wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, and I liked that shit. Any other female wouldn’t give a damn about what I did or where I went after parlaying in their pussy for hours. When it was time to bounce, I never got any feedback or back talk.
Yet Gauge was ready to throw hands with a nigga just because she didn’t want to regret her actions any sooner than the morning. My walking out would’ve shined light on the decisions she’d made during the night. The tingling in my chest assured me that I didn’t want to be the cause of her agony tonight—or any other night, to be frank.
That’s why I removed my glock from the nightstand beside her bed and shoved it under the pillow that I’d been lying on. When she emerged from the bathroom with red-rimmed eyes and a stuffy nose, I knew I was in trouble. My first reaction was to comfort her.
Comfort her.
Comfort her?
Closing my eyes, I rubbed through my deep waves to refrain from even looking her way. The sight before me was disheartening and required feelings that I simply didn’t have to offer. Everything in me told me to put my shit on and run without ever looking back, but I was cemented.
The opposite side of the bed shifted due to her weight as she climbed in with her back toward me. Her theatrics might’ve been comical if I weren’t beating myself across the head for tossing my feet onto the soft mattress and scooting down until my neck touched the pillow.
“I can’t stand crybabies, G,” I warned, reaching over to pull her in.
“Just leave.”
“Shut up.” I grazed her skin with my fingers. She scooted out of my reach, pissing me off and making me reconsider my decision.
“Just leave, Sosa,” she repeated, knowing damn well she wouldn’t be able to remove herself from her feelings if I decided to get up and walk out.
Women acted as if it were the end of the world when men walked out after sex as if his staying would change the situation or make it better. It didn’t matter if you fucked a nigga on the first night or after the first month; if he wanted to rock with you, then he would.
If anything, niggas were proud to get the pussy on the first night to make sure that it was worth putting up with the bullshit that came with the woman it was attached to in the long run. Same for women. They shouldn’t be so caught up on first-night relations, as it would help them decide if their partner’s dick would be worth the heartache niggas were sure to bring.
“You did all of that whining about me leaving. You better scoot your ass back, G.”
The lamp that had been slightly illuminating the room went out, signaling the fact that she’d flipped the switch. A few seconds later, I felt her backside against me.
“Don’t expect me to take ya ass out tomorrow. This is our second date,” I informed her.
“Good.”
Chapter 4
Sosa
I’d always been a man of my word, but I guess we were both saying shit we didn’t mean. While Gauge was asleep, I crept out of her house just as the sun rose. The clock had just struck eight as I was pulling up to her place. I wasn’t able to get through to her the one time I got the chance to call, and neither had she responded to the text I’d sent reminding her of the time I’d be coming for her.
To get my mind right, I’d faced two blunts and was taking the edge off by sipping on some Hennessy. Either I was bored as shit, or I was really digging baby girl, because I had no intentions of returning after putting dick down her throat last night. But as I crept out of her crib, I knew I’d be returning for sure. One of the main reasons was that I knew damn well she was tripping about my disappearance.
Admittedly, I enjoyed her energy and wanted to hear her bellowing my name for the second night in a row. I’d even come prepared for the fight she was about to put up. I stepped out of the car and made my way up to her door. Once I reached the porch, I noticed her coming out of the house, not paying much attention to what was going on around her. I notated the fact that she needed to be reminded of being cautious of her surroundings, especially with her being a woman living alone.
“Where you headed, G?”
She whipped around and watched me climb the three stairs before twisting her key in the opposite direction and scurrying into her home. The wooden door slammed just as I reached it. She was quick on her toes. That shit tickled me to my core.
Before I could knock on the door that she’d just slammed in my face, my cell began to ring. Screening my calls, I noticed it was coming from her cell. I immediately picked up.
“Open the door.”
“I told you that you should forget about last night and scratch whatever plans you’d made for tonight.”
“And I told you that I was still coming and to be dressed by eight.”
“No, you didn’t, because I would’ve assured you that I wouldn’t be going anywhere with you. I blocked your number.”
“What are you? Fifteen? Sixteen or some shit? You blocked my number?”
“You wanted to fuck, right? Cool. You’ve done that. Now that you’ve gotten what you wanted, there’s no point in sticking around to make me feel better about myself.” She had a point. Why was I sticking around? “I’m good with my decision. We fucked. That’s it. Now, go about your business so that I can continue my journey to finding love and a wholesome relationship.”
Visions of her lips wrapped around another nigga’s tool had me seeing red. “With who? Niggas like ole boy that stood ya ass up?”
“In fact, that is exactly who. There’s nothing wrong with second chances, right? I mean, you are expecting one, which is why you’re at my door, right now.”
As she spoke, I tuned her out while watching the silver Audi pull to the curb. A second later, the horn was honking. Rage budded in my chest as I tuned back into the conversation.
“After fucking with me, you don’t get to downgrade. Fuck boys are off the menu. This nigga doesn’t even have the decency to come retrieve you from the house and knock on the door. Is it too much of an inconvenience to stretch his legs?”
“Sosa!” she yelled. “I haven’t exactly fucked with you. We had sex. That’s it. Why are you blowing this up into something bigger than it is? It was you that admitted to wanting that. Not me.”
“Well, now, I’m admitting that I want more.” Feeling like the sucker I’d been for her since picking her up the previous night, I rolled with it and disconnected the call. The second I turned to head down the steps, Gauge came flying out of the door.
“You’d better not.” She wasn’t a fool and knew exactly what was on my mind. This nigga had to go.
“Either I’m going to do it, or you’re going to tell him yourself.” I pointed toward the car. Noticing the nigga was still inside of his vehicle assured me that he was a pussy.
“Sosa, I never confirmed a date tonight,” she reminded me.
“Na, you got me fucked up. If I ain’t taking you out, then you can stay yo’ ass in the house.”
“I made plans.” Gauge was growing frustrated with me, as I was with her.
“And I just cancelled them motherfuckers.”
“Why are you acting like we’re together or something?”
The words flew from her mouth and punctured my skin as if they were daggers. Childish enough, I responded and helped her recall the dramatic tears that she cried while thinking I would hit it and quit it. Though it had been the initial plan, I had come back. Now that I was here, she was on some bullshit.
“I’m acting the same way you were acting when you didn’t want me to leave last night… Like we’re together or something,” I mimicked.
“How dare you?” Her
nose scrunched, along with the skin on her face. She was ticked, but I didn’t give a shit.
“Man, really. I’m tripping. Do ya thang.” Coming to my senses rather quickly, I made my way to my whip.
“Wait, wait. Hold up.” Gauge locked her door and came rushing behind me.
“Nah, I’m good. Enjoy yourself.” Not giving her a chance to catch up to me, I continued.
With that, I slid into my car and peeled out of her driveway. Not only was my temper elevated because she had gone against the grain but also because I wasn’t a fan of my behavior in the last twenty-four hours. Known to keep shit at a minimum, I was doing the most and needed to put distance between this spontaneous situation and me.
Gauge
I didn’t even go on the damn date with Tyler. My plans had backfired, and I was left alone for the second night in a row. Only this time, I wasn’t looking forward to Sosa saving my ass, because he wasn’t even taking the calls I’d been making to him for the last three hours.
Both of them had gone to voicemail after a couple of rings. I’d only known him for approximately twenty-four hours, and I felt as if we were a couple who were experiencing separation after years of being together. The thought of him being upset was appealing when agreeing to go on the date with Tyler, but I wasn’t so sure anymore.
Since he’d pulled out of my driveway, my heart had been heavy, and my thoughts had been preoccupied with those of him. It was a Sunday night, which meant that Sauni was preparing her little ones for school the next morning. Brielle, there wasn’t any telling where she might’ve been. Her breakup had given her the wings she never knew she had. I was genuinely happy for her. After being on lockdown for so many years, she deserved some freedom and fun.
Speaking of the devil, my cell buzzed with an incoming call from her just as I decided to shower and call it a night. “Hello?”