Lawlessly in Love

by Mercy B

  “What? May as well speed this shit up.” He shrugged, letting me go. “Now, you gon’ let me walk you to your next class, or you want to grab a bite to eat, first.”

  “You smell like weed, Sosa.”

  “And half of these professors ‘bout smell like dope. I used to make my rounds up here. Know the campus like the back of my hand.”

  “Mr. Law, please.”

  “I’m just keeping it one-hunnid, Gauge Miliani Morrison.”

  “Wow. Inspector gadget.”

  “Nah, nothing close. Food?” he questioned.

  “Coffee and a bagel, possibly.” Nodding, I began walking toward the student center.

  “Whatever you want, under one condition.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Unblock my fucking number or end up phoneless.”

  “Are you really this damn crazy in real life?”

  “I’m not. You just need to change your way of thinking.” I felt his arm as he flung it across my shoulder.

  As promised, Sosa waited with me until my next exam started. Before departing, we made plans to see one another again. Surprisingly, I’d been invited to his home to watch the second round of the NBA playoffs with him since I didn’t have the channel, and he would rather not go to the bar.

  I’d dressed the part, pairing an old school Jersey with a pair of biker shorts and tennis shoes. When I arrived at Sosa’s home, I was in utter disbelief. It was nothing short of amazing. The modern adobe was equipped with a state-of-the-art security system that put me through hell while simply trying to get through the gates. I wasn’t surprised to see the fleet of red cars aligned behind a floor-to-ceiling glass enclosure. At the center of the spiral drive was the red Honda I’d seen all too much of.

  Sosa opened the door of his home as I exited my own car, a pearl Lexus with tinted windows. His smile was intoxicating, even without the grill in his mouth. There was something about a man who cared for his teeth that drove me up the wall, or maybe it was only Sosa. Either way, I was enchanted.

  “Did you have trouble locating my spot?”

  “Given that the gate is a million feet tall, I thought that you’d led me to the wrong place.”

  The gate that surrounded Sosa’s home was huge. From behind it, you couldn’t see his massive home or any of the land surrounding it. It would be impossible for anyone to get over it if they ever attempted.

  “Na. I saw you driving around in circles and started to call.”

  “You saw me?”

  “I see everything, G. Come inside.”

  Sosa extended his arm to usher me inside of his home. I’d expected to see a common red theme but was surprised to find the subtle browns, grays, and blues throughout his home as we continued toward the large opening furnished with couches and a wall-to-wall television.

  The screen was enormous, topping any that I had ever seen. “Geez. What size television is this?”

  “Hell if I know. It’s custom. Do you want anything to drink? Eat?”

  “I’ll have something to drink. Make it fruity, and don’t put nothing in my cup that’ll have me waking up and wondering where I am.”

  “Why would I need to spike your drink when I already done had the pussy? Tasted it? Know what it feels like? Know how it sounds when it’s wet? Know how it feels when it’s gripping and ‘bout to—”

  “Sosa. Do you really have to get so deep?”

  “I do.” His mind was in the gutter.

  “You know what… Just go ahead and fix that drink.”

  “I’ll be right back. Get out of them shoes and make yourself comfortable.”

  Sosa

  Bullets were what I was sweating. I’d never entertained a woman in my home—or anyone, for the matter. The only feet that had graced my marble floors were mine and those of my construction crew. As I gathered the two drinks to return to the sports room, I prayed Gauge had taken her ass to sleep. I didn’t give a damn if she’d just gotten here. To my dismay, she was bright-eyed when I reentered.

  “What’s in here?” she questioned, grabbing her cup and taking a sip.

  “You done already hit it now. What does it matter?”

  “It doesn’t. So fill me in. Who are we rooting for, and what’s going on so far?”

  Women. “I’m going for Golden State. Had you come on time, then you wouldn’t have missed the entire game. We in the third quarter now.”

  “You specifically said to come when I felt like it as long as it was after seven because that’s when the game came on.”

  “And you chose damn near nine?”

  “Well, you live a million miles out, Sosa.” She had a point, so I let up on her. “And why are you sweating?”

  “Me?”

  “I’m not talking about me. Come sit down. Rest those long legs of yours.”

  Finals were over, and Gauge had admitted to the exhaustion she felt due to the stress of them and her pending graduation. While life for me was hectic as shit at the moment, I decided to invite her to invade my privacy.

  Instead of taking a seat on the couch beside her, I chose the ottoman. My comfort was extremely altered with another pulse residing in my home for the night. I hadn’t neglected to see the overnight bag she’d brought with her.

  Gauge made her own rules—because I knew damn well I hadn’t mentioned spending the night. The thought alone had me reconsidering the invitation I’d given. Neither of us knew the results of baby steps, because we were both jumping right into whatever the hell we were doing.

  “What’s the matter with you?” Scooting toward the edge of the couch and spreading her legs so that I was between them, Gauge placed her hands on my shoulders. “Why are you so uptight all of a sudden?” She began kneading away the kinks that were present, forcing me to relax a bit. “Talk to me.”

  Her motive was obvious. Gauge wanted to get into this head of mine, but I’d be damned. The weight of the world was on my shoulders, but I’d be damned if I let her in. Two niggas from the crew had gotten popped on some silly shit, and I was left to worry if they had turned state. My attempts to get on the inside had failed, no one accepting the hefty note that I was willing to pay in order to receive information from the inside.

  For months, I’d been trying to convince someone on the force that being an ally would be insanely beneficial to them, but most felt threatened by their involvement with me and claimed that it would possibly put their families at risk. Bullshit. I didn’t fuck with families. If I had an issue, I got rid of the source. Picking off family members, frightening wives and children, it wasn’t my thing. A problem of yours wasn’t a problem of theirs.

  “Who told you that you were spending the night?”

  “Me,” she stated boldly. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t fight me on this, because I’m going to win. You saw what happened last time.”

  “I felt sorry for your crybaby ass. That’s it.”

  “It won’t take much for me to cry again.”

  “Oh, so that was all an act?” I chuckled.

  She paused. “No. Actually, it wasn’t. I think I may have been so stressed with school and then getting stood up. You trying to vacate kind of was the tip of the iceberg. I don’t know why, but it hurt my feelings.”

  “I’m so—” I caught myself.

  Yeah. She’d have to go in the morning and never return. I nearly found myself apologizing for someone else’s mistake. Frankly, I hadn’t done a damn thing wrong. I took her out and gave her the good dick I knew she needed. My deed was done. “I’m so happy these niggas ain’t letting up. If they don’t watch it, Harden gon’ push through on their asses,” I redirected my statement.

  As I felt her continue pressuring my shoulders, I relaxed a bit more. In an uncomfortable silence, we both watched the remainder of the game with her massaging my shoulders, arms, and hands. The shit felt so good that I was only minutes away from sleep.

  “So, we won?” Gauge asked as the buzzer sounded.

  “We won.” I no
dded.

  “Good.” Taking her drink to the head, she emptied the cup and returned it to the table that it had been sitting on. “I think I’m going to get out of here now.”

  I sensed the sadness in her tone and the sluggishness of her posture. She didn’t want to leave, and the thought of her walking out of the door somehow irritated me. Just thirty minutes prior, she was campaigning to stay. I didn’t quite understand where the sudden change had stemmed from.

  “Gauge, if you don’t sit ya lil’ ass down some fucking where.” I pulled her back down to the couch she’d stood from.

  “I think it is best that I leave, Sosa.” She stared back at me.

  “Why?” I didn’t want to care why she’d flipped in a matter of minutes, but I did. Recalling our conversation, I tried thinking of what I’d said to steer her in this direction.

  “Because. This all seems… awkward. I mean, you wouldn’t even join me on the couch after I invited you to. Besides the conversation that I’ve initiated, you haven’t said one word to me. You haven’t even touched me since I’ve been here.”

  “You sound really fucking spoiled right now, G. The game was on. What was I supposed to be doing? Help me out here. This shit new to me.”

  “I don’t know. You just seem so distant.”

  “Because I am.”

  “Then why invite me over, Sosa?”

  “Shit, I don’t know. I ain’t seen you in two weeks, and that little hour that I got with you this morning wasn’t enough. I knew the game was coming on tonight, and it was the only down time I had, so I decided to involve you. Fuck, why the hell am I explaining myself? Been doing this shit for the last few weeks.”

  “Because you should. It’s called communication, and it is what two people need for understanding. Why is my presence such a huge deal?”

  “There’s a few answers to that question. We’d need more time.”

  “I can wait.” She folded her arms across her chest. Now, leaving didn’t sound so daunting after all.

  “Besides the motherfuckers that built this house, no one has ever stepped foot inside. I don’t trust anyone. Not a fucking soul.”

  “But you trust me.”

  “I’on even trust myself sometime, G.”

  She scoffed. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

  “I don’t have to spell it out for you. Let’s not make this an issue. You’re here, so that’s saying a lot.”

  “What is it saying? That you want to fuck again?”

  “I could’ve done that shit at yo’ crib. I ain’t that pressed over pussy to jeopardize my safety. Ya shit good, but it ain’t that damn good. Let’s keep this shit a hunnid.”

  “Then it doesn’t say much else, Sosa.”

  “Possibly that I like ya stubborn ass, and I’ve never been able to say that shit about nobody. No woman walking God’s green earth can admit to that shit. I’m offering something to you that I perceive as my most valuable aspect of life. Something motherfuckers can merely get minutes of. My time.”

  “Stop trying to find something to fuss about and just chill. I ain’t them lame ass niggas you prefer, nor do I know anything about this dating shit, but give a nigga some kind of credit. I’m trying. And if you were to compare my lifelong commitment to not fucking with too tough or getting attached to women, then you’d understand that I’m doing a hell of a job defying that mentality.”

  “But what I’m not going to do is kiss ya ass. Either you fucking with me or not. I’m just not trying to deprive myself of the first thing that has felt good to me besides getting money. That’s it. So maybe you should take the night to figure your shit out, because I’m in no rush to fool around with uncertainty.”

  “I’m not uncertain. I know what I want.”

  “Then what is it?”

  She had been saying this since the beginning, but I was beginning to doubt it.

  “You.” I could hardly hear her response, so I made her say it again. Uncertainty. That was the only thing that would explain her lowered head and voice.

  “What? ‘Cause I can’t hear you with ya head hanging.”

  “You, Sosa.” She stared me in the face, not blinking or folding.

  “Then that’s that. You got me.” I shrugged. There was no more to it.

  “Sosa, it doesn’t work like that. It’s not that simple.”

  “Why can’t it be? It’s as simple as we make it. You want me, so I’m yours.”

  “But what abou—”

  “You want me, so I’m yours.”

  “Until you decide that you’re bored with me?” She wanted to make something out of nothing, and I didn’t understand why. No, I was no relationship expert, but I knew that it didn’t have to be as complicated as motherfuckers made it.

  “Until my casket drops.” Maybe she didn’t believe me, but I’d always been better with demonstration.

  “I don’t think you understand,” G tried to convince me, but I wasn’t hearing her shit.

  “I just figured it out. What’s so hard about the decision to keep someone in your life?”

  “Sosa, you said you’ve never done this before, so you have no idea—”

  “And you have but still didn’t get it right. I say that we try a new way because the by-the-book shit ain’t guaranteed either.”

  “You’re killing me here.” Her frustration was obvious, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  “I want you in my life, G, so that is where you’ll be.”

  “But at what capacity, though?”

  “Whatever capacity you want, G.”

  “Maybe I want something you can’t give me.”

  “If I got it to give, you can have it.”

  “Trust.” She hit below the belt.

  I chuckled.

  “And love.”

  I shook my head.

  “And marriage,” she continued. “And four babies.”

  I could see where this was going, so I decided to end her theatrics. “We can worry about the other shit at a later date. Let’s start with the basics. How many babies you said?” Leaning forward, I took her bottom lip into my mouth as I began rotating my fingers against the fabric of her shorts. “Four? Let’s see if we can kill two birds with one stone.”

  “Sosa.”

  “Shut up, G.” I lifted from the ottoman and forced her back onto the couch. “Take that shit off. I want to see you play with it.”

  Gauge

  “Shit, baby.” I arched my back and rubbed my pussy faster.

  “That’s it, baby girl,” Sosa encouraged.

  I was near my mark. He waited beside me with his dick in his hand as he stroked it nice and slowly. The thought of having him inside of me drove me insane. I’d tried several times to reach out and grab him but was unsuccessful. Since he wanted to be a tease, I was going to put his dick inside of me myself. I tried focusing, but his movements were so distracting.

  “Imagine me sticking this dick all up in you,” he coached, taking me back down memory lane to when we first fucked. I could feel him entering me all over again.

  “Baby.” I rubbed even faster. “I’m going to cum.”

  I closed my eyes as the orgasmic wave hit me like a ton of bricks. Simultaneously, I felt Sosa enter me, giving me every inch of his big, black dick. Arching my back, I nearly rose from the couch.

  “Fuck!” he chastised. “I ain’t got no fucking condom.”

  He’d picked a fine time to mention it. Now that he was inside of me, there was no turning back. The damage had been done. I sensed he noted the same when he began hitting me with those death strokes of his that left me breathless.

  Once he got himself going, I pushed forward, and so did Sosa. Our bodies became one as we searched for each other’s souls once again to tie the knot. I threw my head back as Sosa slid in and out of me. The juices from inside of my tunnel coated his black dick. Each time he pulled out, it got a bit creamier. Pretty soon, his dick was unrecognizable, and it sounded as if he’d been stirring a pot of sa
ucy macaroni.

  My wetness assisted him in his mission to go even deeper. His plunges lengthened, and his strokes intensified. Literally, Sosa was swimming in my pussy.

  “Yes… Yes… Right there,” I moaned, encouraging him not to let up off of my spot.

  He felt so good inside of me. I knew that I would be back for more each chance I got. This was the type of dick that sent a woman to the nut house if it ever stopped coming around. I was in no rush to the insane asylum.

  Sosa brought his hand up toward my neck and slightly grabbed it, wrapping his hand completely around it. Steadying himself, he leaned forward and bit my neck. “I need you to cum again!” Sosa was on a mission and wouldn’t stop until he completed it. I wouldn’t deny him of his satisfaction, so I maneuvered so that my pussy received the perfect amount of friction.

  “Yes…” With labored breathing, I bellowed, “Don’t stop!”

  “I won’t. Remember that shit.” He looked deep into my eyes as he stated his claim. “You hear me?”

  “Yes! Fuck! Fuck!” I repeated as Sosa tore into me over and over again.

  “Cum for daddy,” he coached, bringing me back to reality.

  “I-I’m cumming.”

  Simultaneously, we gave into instant gratification. Underneath Sosa, I melted. Dick this good should’ve been deemed illegal a long time ago. Even with a sore pussy and exhausted frame, I wanted more of him. I wanted as much as I could consume and then to overdose on the rest. I’d never get enough. Not ever.

  After our steamy session on the couch, we enjoyed another round in the shower and then in his king-size bed. I was in love with Sosa’s home. Though large, it was lonely. Without a doubt, I knew that it was where I wanted to spend most of my time.

  “All of this space and no one to share it with.”

  “Who said that?”

  “The walls. I hear them talking,” I clowned as we shared the bed. Contentment was apparent as I lay in his arms.

  “Na. Ask them motherfuckers the same questions around this time next month. I bet they have a different answer.”

  “Ummm. Hmmmm.”

  “I’ve never been in the business of convincing. Either you believe this shit, or you don’t. Your choice.”