“It’s cheaper than going out and spending a bunch of money,” Fasil said, shrugging his shoulders. The wind picked up again as the two of them quickly let themselves into his respective car, waving goodbye to one another.
Once inside of his SUV, Breon turned on the heat. He rubbed his hands together, feeling happy that he’d have a couple of extra hours off work. He’d intended on spending the time with Trina if for nothing else than to make it up to her that he’d given her a reason to be suspicious. Upon thinking of that reason, Breon pulled his phone out. Just as he was processing that he had a couple of missed calls from his cousin Wayne, he also saw that Nikki had responded to his earlier text message, saying that she was only sending him pictures because she was thinking of him.
Breon nodded and chuckled, knowing that anytime he put the dick in a chick she would always come back for more. It was so obvious to him that Nikki had loved his stroke game so much that she was throwing the pussy at him. And he couldn’t lie, now looking at the picture of her ass up in the air as she lay on her stomach in her bed, that Nikki certainly was the kind of chick to tempt any man.
Once Breon's SUV had warmed up, he pulled out of his parking spot and headed out toward his apartment complex. The roads were okay, but it was obvious that it had snowed some more while he’d been inside of Johnson & Pearl. Some secondary roads were still packed with snow, causing everyone to drive a little slower. It took Breon about twenty minutes to get home. Upon entering the parking lot, it had only taken him a couple of seconds to scan the parking lot and see that Trina’s car was nowhere to be found. He even drove around a second time just to be sure before he pulled into a parking space directly in front of the entrance to his particular building.
“That’s funny,” Breon said, to himself. “Trina not here yet.”
Out of instinct, he picked his phone up out of the passenger side seat and began to call Trina. He then stopped, realizing that she was probably hanging with her family for a moment because he wasn’t supposed to be home just yet. This little bit of free time made him think of when he’d gone to Wayne’s house on Friday night. Rather, he thought about the thanks he’d gotten from Nikki out in his SUV on the street that night. She’d gone hard on his manhood as if her mouth was a wet vacuum. And she only used twenty minutes of his time. Just the thought of some of the sounds he’d heard that night in the car caused Breon’s dick to tingle. He was quickly feeling himself get hard as Nikki’s wet, silky mouth popped into his mind.
Breon decided to hit Nikki up. At first, he was going to text her. He then decided since time was of the essence, he’d be better off just calling her. Nikki answered after the second ring.
“Hello?” Nikki said.
“Hey, wassup?” Breon asked. “What you doin’?”
“Just got in from this stupid ass job I got,” Nikki said. “I’m so sick of that shit, I don’t know what to do.”
Breon, never thinking to ask where Nikki worked, proceeded with the conversation. “Oh, okay,” he said. “That’s wassup. Well, shit, a nigga got a couple hours to kill real quick and I was sittin’ over here kinda bored.”
“Oh, yeah?” Nikki said. “So, what you sayin’?”
“I was just thinkin’,” Breon said. “About Friday night and shit and was wondering what you was on right now.”
Nikki lightly giggled, in a very seductive way. “When can you get here?” she asked. “Right now, my roommate ain’t here and I don’t know when she gon’ be back and stuff, but you can come through right now. Since I know I do it better than your chick can.”
“That you do,” Breon said, feeling as if he’d hit the jackpot. “Okay,” he said. “I’m on my way right now. I should be there in no more than fifteen minutes, okay?”
“Okay,” Nikki said.
Breon ended the call and looked around the parking lot. He hoped that Trina wouldn’t come riding into the lot at any moment, therefore causing him to have to turn back around. Nervously, Breon backed out of the parking space and made his way back around to the entrance of the parking lot.
Once Breon got out onto the nearby busy street, he remembered that he’d run out of blunt rollers. He knew that at the upcoming stoplight, there would be a Walgreens where he could stop and get some. He did just that, pulling into the Walgreens’ parking lot and running inside to get some Swisher Sweets. When he’d gotten back out to his SUV, he said, “Oh snap. Let me call Wayne back and see what he want.”
Breon called Wayne and got no answer. Breon shrugged his shoulders, figuring that Wayne was probably busy with something to do with his part of the family. He was always busy with something his family had going on. Breon pulled out of the parking lot and headed over to Nikki’s apartment. All the while he was so busy thinking about Nikki that he hadn’t given much thought to what Wayne could have called him about three times when he was at work. Not only was Nikki’s ass at the background of his mind, but her head bobbing up and down in his lap was at the front.
***
When Nikki hung up the phone after talking to Breon, she rushed into her bedroom. She peeled her work clothes off of her, as she worked on the cleaning staff downtown at the convention center. Once she’d gotten naked, she grabbed her towel, threw on a shower cap, and hopped into the shower. Even though Breon only had a little time to kill, she still wanted to be the very best for him. She’d rather die a horrible death then to have some man catch her slipping and be able to go around saying that she wasn’t one hundred percent right when he came over. For that reason, Nikki made sure to clean every crevice of her body. When she’d finished showering, she dried off and put lotion on before slipping into some comfortable white cloth pants and a t-shirt. She purposely left her bra off.
Nikki hurried around the living room, clearing any bits of junk that Gracelyn may have left around. By the time she finished, she could hear Breon’s feet coming in the door downstairs. Next thing she knew, they were stomping up the stairs. For whatever reason, she was a little nervous. There was something about hooking up with a dude that may be proposing to his girlfriend that made this situation different. On top of all that, he was clearly doing well for himself and was fine with a nice body and a nice, juicy dick. More and more, Nikki wanted to get a good look at who Breon was considering locking it down for, in terms of marriage.
Nikki opened the door before Breon could knock and smiled. “Didn’t want you to have to wait since you said you only had a little bit of time,” Nikki said.
Breon smiled, stepping into the apartment in nothing but his work uniform. “Yeah,” he said. “Got off work a little early, so I figured I’d come and see you and see how you doin’ tonight.”
“That’s wassup,” Nikki said, closing the door. “You know you can come through anytime you want to, or anytime you need to.”
Nikki zipped past Breon, noticing the logo on his shirt as being that place she used to drive by when she would drive through Chinatown to get to her Uncle Roy’s house. She didn’t think much of it, as she was putting a little pep into her step—a pep that caused her ass cheeks to jiggle ever so slightly. Breon noticed, also seeing the way her pants were wedging in her ass crack. He shook his head and mouthed the word damn, remembering the way her backside jiggled in the bed. He glanced at the bedroom as he reminisced briefly.
“You need something to drink?” Nikki asked, opening the fridge.
“Yeah, sure,” Breon said. He slid out of his coat. “I don’t care what it is. As long as it ain’t water.”
Nikki laughed, saying that she understood. Quickly, she poured Breon a glass of cranberry juice and walked it into the living room. He grabbed the glass and said thank you as he made his way over to the couch.
“So,” Nikki said. “Did you work hard tonight or what?”
“Naw, not really,” Breon said. “It was kinda slow. We just stood there a lot of the time or took our time doing one thing that would normally take way less time. But, what’s been up with you? I been thinkin’ about you.”
“You have?” Nikki asked. “What you been thinkin’ about me for?”
Breon looked down toward his crotch, pulling Nikki’s attention to the growing bulge he had. “You know,” he said. “That shit when I was over here yesterday was fuckin’ fire.”
“Is that why you back?” Nikki said, leaning in toward Breon so that he could see her chest was bra-less. “This pussy was that good?”
“Hell yeah,” Breon said, reaching forward and slapping Nikki’s ass. “But I ain’t got time for that today. Gotta get back home to my girl and stuff. I was thinkin’ bout that head game of yours.”
Nikki smiled and looked down at Breon’s crotch. She couldn’t lie to herself. She loved the way it felt to wrap her hand around the base and hold it as she took the head into her mouth. There was something about following the veins down the sides with her eyes that drove her crazy.
“You like the way I suck that dick, huh?” Nikki asked. “Your chick don’t suck your dick like I do, do she?”
Breon shook his head and smiled. “Hell naw,” he said. “You could teach her a thing or two if you wanna know the truth and shit. A nigga’s dick never felt as good as it felt when you was suckin’ on it. You almost made me pass out and shit.”
Nikki graciously accepted Breon’s compliment. She then slowly dropped to her knees, not even bothering to turn the light out. Breon gripped the dome of Nikki’s head and rubbed it, smiling. “You like suckin’ on that dick, don’t you?” he asked.
Nikki, who was now undoing Breon’s pants, looked up and smiled. “You know I do,” she said. “You got a big ass dick.”
Breon leaned back and closed his eyes. “Hmm, hmm,” he said, confidently.
Within seconds, Nikki had freed Breon’s manhood from the constraints of his jeans. He was already halfway hard, already looking to be on his way to full life. Nikki sucked on the head, watching him grow in her grip. She made slurping noises—noises that caused Breon to groan. Breon only had to wait about a minute more before he looked down and saw that his manhood was rock hard, the very tip of his head just inside of Nikki’s lips.
“Suck it,” Breon said, in a very encouraging way.
Breon leaned his head back and closed his eyes as Nikki did her magic. She sucked him ten times better than any girl in a porn video he’d ever seen. There were even moments he’d have to catch his breath from feeling his head push into her throat when she’d go all the way down. It felt so funny to feel her stick her tongue out at the base of his manhood and lick the top of his balls.
Feeling a little aggressive, Breon slapped Nikki’s big, round ass as hard as he could before gripping both sides of her head. He then guided her head up and down his shaft until she picked up on what he wanted. Upon doing so, everything was like a machine at this point. He simply let go of Nikki’s head and let her do all of the work. Curse words slipped out of his mouth as Nikki breathed heavily through her nose to keep her gag reflexes at bay when Breon’s manhood pushed into the depths of her throat.
“Fuck, I’m about to bust!” Breon said within ten minutes, taking deep breaths. “Fuck, I’m about to bust. Shit! Shit! You gon’ make me cum! Awww, fuuuuck.” Breon pressed his eyelids closed as hard as he could as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. Barely being able to open his eyes, he forced himself to do so and looked down at Nikki as he felt himself letting go inside of her mouth. He groaned, loving how she never pulled up or stopped the motion.
His body jerking, Breon fell back into the couch and allowed Nikki to finish. Once his manhood had begun to go soft, Nikki pulled away. She swallowed, rubbing her hands up and down Breon’s muscular thighs. Breon, trying to calm his thumping heart down, leaned forward.
“Fuck,” he said as he put his pants back together. “Shit, you can suck dick. That shit don’t make no fuckin’ sense.”
Nikki laughed, loving Breon’s reaction. “Yeah, well,” she said. “I mean, I want to get better, but I just don’t be havin’ nobody to practice with.”
“Fuck,” Breon said. “When I got a little bit of time and shit, a nigga will definitely be over here so you can practice. Fuck that shit don’t make no sense at all, I swear.”
Nikki sat up on the couch, knowing that her time was limited with Breon because he’d have to go back to his chick. The two of them began to talk about what was going on in their lives. Breon brought up that Nikki needed to be more careful when and how she texted him because his girl had access to his phone. Nikki could sense the severity in Breon’s voice. In some ways, it was condescending, but she wasn’t going to start anything over it. She then thought to ask a question that might get her an answer she wanted. “So, if your girl can’t make you happy like another chick can,” she said. “Like a chick like me, then why are you with her then? I just never understood that about men and I’d like to know why.”
“I mean,” Breon said, “me and my chick, we click on stuff. I mean, she is really like my friend. But sometimes she can be a little stiff. And other times she can be so far up her family’s ass that I don’t feel like she even see a nigga.”
“Oh,” Nikki said, shaking her head. “She one of them kinda chicks? You definitely need to let that go then if she can’t see that with the kind of man you are, you deserve all or at least most of her attention. That’s the shit that don’t make no sense to me. If I had a man half as good as you, I swear I would be the perfect wife. I would never complain. I love cooking. And I would make sure that my man would never have to look nowhere else to get any sort of attention, emotional or affection-wise. That’s just what I believe in.”
Breon looked at Nikki, wondering why she was still single if she’d make such a great wife. Just as he was about to ask what really went wrong with her last dude, his phone vibrated in his coat pocket. He quickly got up to answer, telling Nikki to be quiet in case it was his girl calling. Nikki kept her attention on Breon, waiting to hear a woman’s voice come through the other end.
Breon saw that it was Wayne “It’s my cousin,” he said before answering. “Yeah, wassup? I saw you called me and shit earlier, but I was at work. Wassup?”
“Man, who the fuck is this Dante nigga?” Wayne asked, clearing sounding upset. “And yeah, nigga, I been callin’ your ass all fuckin’ day about this shit. I’m super fuckin’ shitty.”
“Dante?” Breon asked. Just then, everything in Nikki’s apartment faded away. Even Nikki’s presence became blurred in the background. Dante was a name he hadn’t heard in quite some time—a name he hadn’t even thought about in years. “Where the fuck would you get that nigga name at?” he asked Wayne. “Dante?”
“Yeah, nigga,” Wayne asked, clearly upset. “Dante. Man, I’mma fuckin’ kill that nigga myself.”
“What the fuck happened?” Breon asked, coming back and sitting on the couch. He looked at Nikki, who was clearly attentive. His eyes glanced over her Instagram model-like body and the way her ass stuck so far off of the back. Her breasts looked so succulent that he wanted to lean down and lick them.
Wayne explained. “Man, that nigga and some other bitch ass nigga that he with ran up in here this morning and shit,” he said. “I don’t know. At like ten o’clock or somethin’.”
“What the fuck?” Breon asked, now sitting on the edge of the couch. “What you mean he ran up in there? How you even know that crazy ass nigga? I thought he was in prison or something.”
“I don’t know him,” Wayne said. “And that crazy nigga came over here lookin’ for you. I swear I’m ready to get up out the hood. I already know that he, or whoever he know, went around talkin’ to people and stuff and they somehow found out that you my cousin and that you be over here from time to time.”
“But what he say, Wayne?” Breon asked.
“Man, you not gon’ believe what the fuck happened,” Wayne said. “Look, he said he lookin’ for you and shit. That’s why I’m callin’ you to tell you to watch your back. He was so busy askin’ me where you live that I had to tell him somethin’ to g
et him to stop, so I told him that you work at a shipping company in Chinatown.”
“Fuck,” Breon said, looking up at the ceiling and shaking his head. He tried to be understanding, but there were so many holes in the story. “Okay,” he said. “But what the fuck happened that he made you tell him all that? Who was the other dude that you said he was with? Why is he lookin’ for me anyway? What the fuck happened that you had to get him to stop and shit?”
“Man, I was just try’na let you know,” Wayne said, clearly feeling his pride hurt. “I don’t know if I can even talk about this shit over the phone or not. It is that fucked up. Nigga, you betta get that nigga Dante. I don’t even know the nigga and shit, but after what he did to me, you can best believe that I’mma find his ass. Let me make some calls and shit around here soon as some niggas I know get home and shit and I’mma find out where this nigga stay. How the fuck you even know him anyway?”
Breon shook his head, trying to understand all of this since it was really sudden. Hearing that Dante was out of prison caused him to look at his life in a different way. “Man, what the fuck he say? What the fuck happened?”
“Nigga, I don’t even wanna talk about that shit,” Wayne said.
“Fuck that,” Breon said. “You at home right now and shit? I can come through right now if you free.”
“Yeah, nigga,” Wayne said. “Stop through and shit if you want. I’m tellin’ you, I’mma get that Dante nigga my damn self. That shit was just fucked up no matter how you look at it.”
Breon and Wayne hung up. “Is everything okay?” Nikki asked. “You look shitty.”
“I gotta get up and go,” Breon said. “This nigga I used to have a problem with popped back up and he did some real fucked up shit.”
“You wanna talk about it?” Nikki asked.
“Naw,” Breon said. “Not with you.” The words slipped out of his mouth, coming out in a way that didn’t send the most positive of messages to Nikki.
“Oh, I see,” Nikki said. “Well…”
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