“Aight.”
Later that night…
“It’s so hot now,” Laine panted, lying on my bed naked.
I’d just gotten done wearing that pussy out, but I was still horny. Usually after sex with these hoes I’d be ready to slide some Timbs on and kick their asses out, but with Laine it was like once, sometimes even twice was never enough.
“I got you.”
I got off the bed, and went into the kitchen to get two cups of crushed and whole ice. Walking them back, I handed her one and then got next to her in the bed with mine. I didn’t want the fan on because I liked seeing her sweat when I was digging her out.
“No water?”
“I do have water, but ice works faster, trust me.”
“Whatever you say, daddy.”
“That’s right,” I chuckled. “Has old boy ever come at you sideways?” I quizzed, staring up at the ceiling fan in my room that I refused to utilize.
“Who?”
“Jude Whittaker.”
“No, no, of course not. He’s like a father, well, older brother because he’s not old enough to be my dad. Why?”
“I just hear things about him and I kind of don’t like him having access to you like that. It’s weird.”
“He doesn’t have access to me.”
“So he can’t walk into your room and get in your bed? Or hop in the shower behind you?”
Laughing, she said, “I mean yeah, he could, but he wouldn’t do that, Mischief. He’s not like that. He’s never even looked at me funny.”
We turned to face one another in the bed, and I moved her wavy hair from her face to expose it. She liked to wear makeup, and although she looked nice with it, I still asked that she go without it some days. When with me, she usually did or she would wash her face once we got to my house. She had not a pimple in sight, and told me she never suffered from bad acne or blemishes period, except for maybe once.
“Would you tell me if he did?”
“I don’t know, it depends.”
“What?” I frowned, scanning her face.
“Yeah, it depends. You’re out of your mind, baby, so if he just winks at me, I’m not gonna tell you. Now if it’s something big like him trying to grope me or get in my shower as you say, then yes, I would tell you.”
“So if he looks at your ass I won’t know?”
“No.”
“He better not be looking at yo’ ass. I’ll fuck that nigga up,” I said, and she started laughing so I had to join her.
“See what I mean?”
She moved and the sheet exposed her apple-sized breasts. Taking a piece of ice into my mouth, I began sucking her nipples, letting the ice glide around them every now and again. She turned flat on her back, so I trailed the ice down until I was face to face with her slippery middle. Gripping her soft thighs, I placed them onto my shoulders and buried my face into her pussy, sucking like my life depended on it. The heat from her center melted the ice quickly, as she whimpered and palmed the back of my head.
“Shai, oh my gosh,” she cried and came as I popped my mouth before going back in to devour her.
I grasped her hips, pressing her more into my mouth and allowing her juices to soak my beard. Her legs spread wider the further I buried my face, allowing me access to give her the greatest tongue lashing in history. Her cries and coos only motivated me, so I roughly pressed her legs into her stomach as I feasted like some sort of cannibal.
“I’m gonna cum, fuck!” she screeched, nails scraping my fade.
My lips, nose, and beard were all covered in her juices, as she exploded for the second time. I kissed up her body as she breathed heavily as hell with her head pressed into the pillow. I kissed her hungrily when I made it to her lips, before pressing her wrists into the bed and entering her. I banged her hard, watching her sweat and snivel, with her buttery thighs pressed against my sides. My dick pounding her was so loud, and it got me not only physically but mentally, because I knew how damn drenched she was.
“Fuck,” I groaned, tightening my grip on her wrists as I beat her pussy up even more. Slamming her so hard she could barely moan, I felt her gush all over me, which took me over the fucking edge. I slid out of her before I came, and she sat up to suck me off until I busted down her throat.
Falling between her legs, I hugged her sweaty frame tightly against mine as I sucked on her neck. This was mine. She was mine. And I was about to be a selfish muthafucka with it.
Chapter Six: Laine
My baby and I were at Tam’s Burgers on Rosecrans, eating breakfast, because this was his favorite place he said. It was nothing fancy at all, just your typical burger joint with outside seating and loud traffic passing by. However, despite it not being an upscale place, the food was good as hell and the portions were hefty. But like a schoolgirl with a major crush, any time I spent with Mischief made me happy. We could be in a tent with a war going on around us and I would still be all smiles. He was my baby, and I loved our relationship and how he treated me.
“You remember that photo shoot I did for that make-up line that’s in Sephora?”
“How could I forget? Yo’ ass wouldn’t stop talking about it,” he chuckled more so to himself as he took a sip of his drink.
“Well, they’re having an unveil party to reveal the promotional photos that they’re gonna have in Sephora, and I want you to come with me.”
I held my breath waiting for an answer because I knew stuff like that wasn’t his scene. But I wanted him to come with me and experience what I did, just like when I came to the studio or video sets he was on.
“Aight,” he nodded, and watched a couple cars fly by, running the obvious red light.
“You serious?”
“Yeah, I’m serious, baby,” he laughed. “You want me to come, I will come. Just tell all the men in the party not to touch you inappropriately or look at you too hard, and we’ll be good.”
“Shai, I—”
“I’m fuckin’ with you. I wouldn’t act up around your work… again. I mean, unless a nigga grabs yo’ ass or something then we gon’ have a problem.”
“Well that won’t happen.”
“Then we’re good.” He leaned over to his left and kissed me a couple times, making me smile.
“Hey, Mischief,” some bitch walked up with two other girls, standing at our table. They were cute, in that typical weave wearing with long nails and a big butt kind of way.
I was expecting him to respond, but he just kept eating his food like they weren’t even there. It was awkward, but since I didn’t know them either, I just went back to eating as well.
“Oh, so you can’t speak, nigga? You think because you got one little weak ass song on Power 106 that you’re somebody? Nigga—”
“Get yo’ ass from ‘round my table, Vicky. And this is the only time I’m gonna ask,” he stated sternly, and even though it was obvious she didn’t want to back down, she did.
“Who was that?” I quizzed, watching Vicky and her friends walk inside of Tam’s.
“Typical Compton hoe that tries to call dibs on every nigga that smashed.”
“Ugh, you slept with her?”
“Nah I let her suck me up at the homey’s house a few times last year, but that’s it.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have asked.”
Mischief just laughed and kissed my face.
After we finished eating, he dropped me off at the house, and I tried to hurry to my room where Erynne was probably sleeping. I knew Jude would be tripping, but there was no way I could tell Mischief that Jude was clocking my moves like that and telling me I needed to sleep in the house. I already knew he would be trying to— no, he would talk to Jude and that probably wouldn’t go too smoothly.
“Laine, good morning,” Jude spoke from the foyer as I was climbing the stairs.
“Oh, good morning.”
“Spent the night with your boyfriend again?” he sipped whatever was in his glass. “I thought you were gonna break that rela
tionship off.”
Coming down some of the steps, I said,” Look, Jude, I appreciate this opportunity and how much you’ve helped me, I do. But this isn’t college or prison, and I should be able to come and go as I please. Also, I should be able to date whomever I want.”
“Well see, that’s where you’re mistaken. This is my house, which means my rules. You cannot just come and go whenever you please like this is some commercial lot. I’m not trying to control you, I’m trying to help you. You think staying out all night, when not working, helps your career? You believe hanging out with some violent producer is gonna be good for you?”
“Like I said, I should be able to do as I please. I will do better with staying out all night, but as far as Mischief and I, we will not be breaking up. Have a good day, and please check your email to make sure I don’t have any new inquiries.”
I started back up the stairs because I didn’t care what he had to say. I was done putting on the nice girl face for his ass. He needed to just shut the fuck up and get this bread like I was doing, before I had my nigga whoop his ass.
“Thanks for leaving me all night, bitch,” Erynne joked when I walked into the room.
“Hey, I thought you said I was cool?” Cassie glanced over at her, and then back at her phone.
“You are, but I came to see her, and she left me to go get some dick.”
“It was worth it too. I’m just a little sore though.”
“You better be sore. I wish you would leave me here just to go get some whack ass peen. Now come on because my nails are chipped and I’m hungry.” Erynne stood up and looked in the mirror at herself.
“I just ate,” I half smiled, knowing she was about to be irritated.
“I can’t stand your ass. You better eat a slice of pie and drink some water then.”
The three of us laughed before leaving out of the room and going downstairs. When I walked past Jude, he just stared at me. I couldn’t really tell what he was thinking, but I hoped he wouldn’t start being an asshole because he couldn’t control me.
We made it to this nail shop that Cassie recommended, and even though the lady’s work was nice from what I could tell, her prices were high as hell. Once the three of us were seated next to one another in the plush ass massage chairs, my body relaxed so I could enjoy the fruits of my labor. I worked hard so why not splurge on my nails… right?
“So he texted me,” Erynne blurted, staring straight ahead before looking to me with a smile. I sat in the middle of her and Cassie.
“Chaz?” Cassie leaned up so she could look around me.
“Yep.”
“Well what did he say? Remember, he’s married. And Mischief said he’s pretty committed to his marriage, Erynne.”
“Didn’t you give him my number?” she looked to me.
“No.” I frowned, but then remembered Mischief going into my phone and texting on his like he was copying something. I should have never given him my code.
“Well, he got it somehow then, and he texted me. But relax, Laine, all he did was give me the details of the shoot in two days, like what he wanted me to wear and what time to be there.”
“As long as you don’t start liking him. Dating a married man couldn’t possibly end well,” Cassie said.
“I’m sure. But I live in Chicago anyways, so it would be a waste for me to even try to pursue anything with him, married or not. And he’s not even that cute,” she sucked her teeth. She knew she was lying about that last part, but I let her pretend.
“Speaking of you living in Chicago, you should move here. You could really get your hair shit poppin’ out in L.A.”
“And where would I live? In an alley? Or let me guess, in that house you stay in. You know slave master Jude already feels some type of way about me staying there.”
“No, I could help you, Erynne.”
“Absolutely not. I would love to come here, but it’s not in the cards. The job I have now would not pay the bills if I had that job here. And I’m not gonna be leeching off of you.”
“Just think about it. It would only be for a little bit, and then once you start getting a lot of clients, you’ll be able to support yourself. You hate your job and there is nothing in Illinois for you.”
“Yeah, my parents,” she chuckled.
“Even more reason to leave,” Cassie joked.
Sighing, Erynne replied, “I will think about it, but I doubt I will take you up on your offer.”
I nodded because I knew I was gonna convince her, or at least damn near die trying.
After getting our nails done, we decided to go have lunch at this place named BJ’s. We wanted to hit the mall next, and since the restaurant was inside of one basically, it was best we ate there. We were seated as soon as we walked in, and put in our order for drinks. I was hungry again, so I decided that I was gonna eat something but small.
As I scanned the menu, I heard Cassie trying to low-key get my attention. Both Erynne and I looked up from our menus at the same time, to see Cassie gesturing for me to look behind myself.
“Why?” I asked lowly.
“The girl’s phone, just look.”
I slowly turned my head to see the girl sitting behind us on her phone. She had a big ass Android, and her back was to me of course, so it was easy to see her screen. I saw she was in her Instagram DM, talking to someone. I recognized that profile picture, Mischief’s, so I closed my eyes and then reopened them to see if I could read the messages. All I saw was her ask him when he was free and him tell her tonight if that was cool, or some shit like that. I inhaled and exhaled deeply to calm myself because I wanted to snatch this hoe up and stab him. She knew he had a girlfriend because I was on his page.
“Excuse me, is that my nigga you’re talking to?”
“Oh my gosh!” I heard Erynne yelp before laughing with Cassie.
“Huh?” the girl turned to face me, and set her phone in her lap. Her homegirl looked like she had a problem but I didn’t care, I would fuck them both up.
“Are you talking to my fucking boyfriend? Do you speak English?” I hissed.
“Who is your—”
“You know who my boyfriend is so don’t even go there. Give me your fucking phone!” I hopped out of the booth. She flinched when I snatched it from her lap. I was ready so if she or her friend wanted these hands I would be happy to deliver. “Code?” I raised my brow.
“You need to give me my phone back.” She was talking but she wasn’t moving anything. I wish a bitch would snatch my phone, I would not still be sitting down yapping.
When I couldn’t get into the device, I threw it at her and it hit her in the chest. I saw her clutch her boob in pain, as I grabbed my purse to leave.
“Laine,” Cassie called after me.
“I will be right back,” I replied.
I rushed out to the car, and slid in, before cranking up and peeling out of the parking lot. All I had to do was drive straight down Hawthorne Boulevard to get to Mischief’s studio in Redondo Beach, so that’s what I did. I got there in ten minutes because I floored it, and parked in the red since I didn’t see anything else. I barged into the studio, but I didn’t go ape shit like I wanted to because although I was crazy, Mischief was crazier and I knew he took his business seriously. By saying that, I simply leaned up against the door with my eyes on his fine ass.
He glanced at me for a second and flashed his perfect teeth, before waving me to him. I came closer and sat in the chair. When he tried to kiss me, I looked away, staring at the artist in the booth.
“Aww shit,” he chuckled. Glad he thought this was funny. “Aight, I’m gonna play it back,” he told the guy with really long dreads. “What’s the problem now?” he looked to me.
“What girl are you planning to see tonight?”
“What?”
“Don’t look confused, Shai. I know you were just talking on Instagram to some bitch about seeing her tonight!”
“Aight, so first things first, lower your damn voi
ce. Secondly, the last girl I talked to in my DM’s was about her coming in to record, and I told her tonight was cool.”
“Let me see.”
“No.”
“Because you’re lying.”
“I’m not lying, Laine, but I’m not about to let you up in my phone and shit. This ain’t that type of party, baby. If you want a nigga you can boss around and have him checking in with you every thirty minutes, it ain’t gon’ be me. I’m not fucking around and either you can believe me or you can drive yourself crazy.”
I just got up so I could leave, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his lap.
“I thought you were hanging with your girls today?”
“I was but I saw that girl messaging you in BJ’s so I came here.”
“You drove all the way down here because you saw me messaging her?” he laughed.
“Yes. I tried to break into her phone but I couldn’t figure out the code.”
“And niggas say I’m crazy.” He kissed my exposed shoulder. “Laine, always remember that I’m yo’ nigga and nobody else’s. You can’t let every bitch that looks my way upset you, especially when you know what’s good.” He tightened his grip around my waist.
“I’m gonna go across the street, you want something?” the artist said to Mischief, coming out of the booth. “How you doing, beautiful?” he smiled at me.
“Hey,” I replied.
“Yeah, an Arizona tea. Any flavor,” Mischief responded, and then looked back up at me once the guy left.
“You get mad when guys look at me,” I said.
“Yeah, but that’s because I have a couple screws loose, baby.”
“So do I.”
“And maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to you, outside of how beautiful you are. But listen, one of us gotta have some sense in this relationship.”
We laughed in unison before kissing.
“I guess that will be me, as long as they don’t get out of line.”
He nuzzled his face into my neck to inhale my scent and kissed it. We sat there for a little bit talking about nonsense, until his artist came back. By that time, Erynne and Cassie were blowing me up saying they wanted to order. I texted them what I wanted and then kissed Mischief goodbye.
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