Mesmerized By A Street King
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“Mmmmhmmm,” I responded sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. I had my eyes clasped tightly relishing the feeling. His hands traveled up my waxed legs, and he ran his thumb on my vagina through my pink laced thong. He gently pinched my now throbbing clit and moved the thin fabric to the side slipping two fingers into my hole.
I sighed only because I was still sore from Asahd. Burge wanted sex, and I wasn’t in no position to fuck again, but his ass was thirsty and couldn’t understand no. He wasn’t playing fair at all either using his thumb to push on my clit as he moved his finger in and out of me.
“Yes, right there!” I panted curling my toes.
He leaned over and covered my pussy with his mouth and flicked his stiff tongue across my bud. It was the best feeling in the world, and it was very much needed. It’s been so long I’ve gotten head, and I relaxed and enjoy his special treatment.
“I want you to cum on this dick baby,” he said in between lapping up my juices.
“No,” I said quickly, but he was already unbuckling his pants with his free hand.
“Come on, don’t do me like that,” he said leaning over me and crashing his lips onto mine. The combination of him kissing me and rubbing on my pussy got me eager for some dick now clouding my better judgment until I felt his warm tip pushing at my center. I got my mind right together immediately.
“Condom,” I demanded, and he sighed.
“I don’t got nothing.”
“I highly doubt that. Either get a condom or get out.”
He knew damn well I didn’t fuck him raw. It’s been years since we crossed that line and that was before he was graciously increasing Philadelphia’s population with his kids.
Burge went into his pants pocket and tore the condom between his teeth and then rolled it down on his dick. I rolled my eyes seeing he had the nerve to have a gold wrapper. Wasn’t it useless to put on a condom if it didn’t securely fit around your genitals? He was in denial about his size, and I guess buying magnums boosted his confidence. He was average length, but his dick was no bigger than a beef frank.
Before he got a chance to reposition himself on me. I got up and pushed him back on the couch and straddled his lap easing down onto his length. As I winded my hips on his lap, he unsnapped my bra and sucked on my breast like a newborn baby. He gripped the sides of my hips and began to slam me down onto him and just like that he came and I released an exasperated sigh.
“Shit, that was good.”
“Uhum,” I responded rolling my eyes and going to the bathroom. I went to go piss and heard something drop in the toilet to only realize it was the condom. I jumped up off the toilet and rushed back to the living room wishing it wasn’t what I thought it was. Unfortunately he was still sitting on the couch with his flaccid brown dick out in the open with no condom.
“The condom got stuck in me!” I told him angrily.
He turned his head towards me with an annoying smile on his face. “I told you there wasn’t no point in wearing one ma.”
“Next time get one that fucking fits!” I shouted at him. “And if I get anything I’m coming for your ass.”
“Aye, stop trying to play me. I ain’t got shit.”
“Better not,” I yelled back knowing damn well I was going to go to Health Center 1 tomorrow morning and get tested on everything under the sun. I couldn’t trust Burge at all. I only dealt with him out of comfortability and convenience. When he wasn’t trying to stick his frankfurter in me, he was cool. He liked to show off, so we had fun and spared no expenses to me. I wasn’t into using men anymore, but fuck I look like turning down bread and a good time?
I got my self cleaned up again, and he was sitting on my couch puffing on a blunt. I went into the little chest I had on my center table and got my own stash out to roll up.
“So you still fucking with that nigga, Asahd I see.” he spoke after I sparked my Dutch up.
“You’re spying on me again?”
“I stopped by to see you, and before I got out the car, I saw him leaving.”
“You’re irritating,” I sighed.
It was no secret that Burge didn’t like Asahd, anyone that was a Moseley actually. They ain’t do shit but get money, and he and his crew were clearly hating. I had a bond with Burge for the simple fact we damn near grew up together, but my heart was with Asahd.
“I told you to stop fucking with that little nigga. He’s bad business. You heard about what happened at the club? He shot my fucking brother man.”
“What did Ben do?”
“Fuck you mean what Ben do? That doesn’t matter. It’s the principle. That nigga weak as fuck. You don’t pull no gun out on nobody if you don’t use that shit correctly. Now my brother gotta get surgery and shit done on his leg and the nigga can’t even talk right now because his jaw is wired.”
I laughed incredulously. “So you rather your brother be dead? Let’s be honest, Ben’s track record isn’t squeaky clean. He always has someone coming after him.”
Burge blew the smoke out of his mouth as he scowled at me. “You choosing sides?”
“Did I ever. I’m just stating facts. You know what, I don’t even care about what’s going on. You have a nice day Burge.”
I picked up my remote and turned up the volume on my TV hoping he got the picture and left out of my condo. I always wondered why I stopped fucking with him and this was why he was a messy ass nigga. Fuck all the street clout he had but he didn’t understand for every action there was a reaction. He and Ben swore they could live without rules. They didn’t realize they were only on top in their area because the Moseley’s allowed them to be.
KEKE
“Where’s Asahd?” I asked as soon as I made my way through the front door. There was no way you can miss a bright red Porsche sitting smack dab in the hood. Everyone knows who car that belonged to.
Camille looked up at me from the couch. She was sitting Indian style with her laptop on her pretzel wrapped legs pecking away at the keys. For it to only be the next day, her eye was healing up quickly.
“I don’t know where he’s at.”
“But his car is around the corner.”
“Yeah… he left it and said this.” She stopped typing and passed me her phone, and my eyes danced across the screen reading up the half nice half mean way of him telling her she can use his car until hers get fixed. Of course, Asahd had to add what he will do to her if she fucked his shit up though.
“Now, isn’t this the most heartfelt moment ever?!” I beamed, and Camille cut her eyes at me before dramatically rolling them.
“Simmer down. I don’t need his car.”
“The hell we do!”
“We?”
“Yes, we!” I shot back at her. “You think I’m not going to take the opportunity to ride in that baby. Let’s go!”
“I have classes soon, Keira.”
“Ok, and you need to refuel for them. Ain’t shit in here to eat but cereal. There’s no way you’re gonna have that car at your disposal and not joy ride.”
“Wasn’t this about me eating?” she laughed.
“Yes!” I called out to her rushing to my bedroom to put my overnight bags down. I’ve been at Zayne’s house for the few days, and we got closer than ever. He was out handling business, and I needed to get more clothes. Za’naa hasn’t been at home, and I wondered if I was only over there because of that. I wasn’t tripping though. I was going to let go of my skeptical thoughts and go with the flow.
I thought I had to do more convincing to bring her ass out of the house, but she was up and bundling into her coat by the time I made it back out the room.
“Where are we going to eat?” she asked picking up the key fob to his car.
“Honeygrow.”
“Out of all places? There’s a Mcdonalds down the street.”
“Girl don’t do me. I’m not eating Mcdonalds pulling up in a Porsche. I’ll save that stop for when I’m in my Camry. Let’s go.”
Camille laughed, and I r
ushed out the apartment door and down the stairs eager to ride in that baby.
She decided to go to the Honeygrow in Bala Cynwyd. After ordering our food, we sat in the booth that was adjacent to the parking lot.
“Sooooooo…” I dragged out twirling my noodles around on my fork. “What you do to him?”
“Camille dropped her fork and raised her eyebrow. “What did I do?”
“Yes, what did you do to make him leave his $100,000 car with you?”
“I didn’t do a goddamn thing,” she laughed. “The car ride I had to check him a few times, and he got smart of course. I showered, he ordered food, and I fell asleep and woke up today to a text message about holding his car.”
“Well ain’t that some shit!” I belted out. “God must’ve given you an extra serving of sauce because I have yet to get that treatment.”
“Bye KeKe. You’re over exaggerating. I don’t want to use his damn car for real for real. I can’t afford a $10,000 tuition, fuck I look like driving that?” she asked pointing to the foreign beauty.
“Like Asahd Moseley’s girl,” I shrugged, and she rolled her eyes despite the fact it damn sure put a smile on her face.
“But I am not his girl. He’s just being generous for whatever reason it is now.”
“Because he likes you and I know you like him. We’ve been friends for years now, so you can’t lie to me.”
“And I’m not lying. There’s nothing going on between Asahd and I. I am not his girl.”
“Will you like to be? Because we can make this thing happen asap.”
“No!” she shot back even though she wasn’t convincing me at all. “Enough about me, Asahd and this Porsche. What’s going on with you and Zayne? You spent a lot of time away from home.”
I took a sip of my soda and cheesed at her. “You miss your best friend?”
“A little,” she responded holding her two fingers close together.
“I don’t believe that either, but Zayne and I are officially a thing now.”
“That’s great… but why you don’t sound too happy? You know you can say you’re in a relationship now and not downplay your feelings.”
“I don’t want to get hurt!” I pouted.
“I believe you won’t. Zayne is a really good guy, and you got what y’all both wanted so look at the bright side.”
“Trust me I’m trying. You know this is new to me, and he’s been hurt before, so we probably side-eyeing each other like I’m waiting for you to fuck up.”
She pointed at me. “That’s the issue. Don’t give your energy to negative thoughts or feelings because that’s what you’re going to receive.”
“Ok, Iyanla.”
Camille stuck her middle finger up at me, and I stuck my tongue out at her even though she was correct. I was so used to things not going my way I automatically expected a fuck up which was the main reason why I built a wall around my heart all these years. No one could break it if they didn’t have access to it.
***
“I’ve been calling you.”
I lifted my head up from searching my bag and balled my face up when I realized my father was standing at my apartment door.
“Oh.”
“Oh? Is that all you have to say? Why are you avoiding me, Keira?”
I sighed and walked right past him and opened up my mailbox retrieving the mail that I didn’t get when I came earlier.
“Keira,” he said more sternly, and I slammed the door of the mailbox shut.
“I’m not avoiding you. I’m busy. There’s a difference. Just like you’re living your life with your family, I’m living my life as well.”
“Are you still in school?”
“I’m taking a break.”
“I heard that from you last year.”
“And that means I am currently still taking a break.”
“I can’t accept that.”
I tilted my head to the side. “Last time I checked, it was my life and if I want to get a four-year degree in six years then so be it. No one is going to force me to do anything… not even you.”
“Oh my goodness,” he mumbled rubbing his hands down his head and to his face. He wanted a fight, and I was going to give him one. Who asked his ass to come over here anyway?
“I didn’t come here to argue?”
“That’s hard to tell.”
“Look Keira, I miss my daughter, and you know my birthday is coming up. I’m only getting older, and I would love to spend more time with my family.”
“You do spend time with your family. I don’t get it.”
“You’re a part of the family too.”
I laughed. “I know your birthday is coming up and I’m mentally prepared to send you a card.”
“A card can’t replace my daughter. I want you to come have dinner with me.”
“Where do you want us to have dinner?”
“Me, you, Rachel and Allison.”
“Count me out.” Just hearing their names made my stomach turn. The week of my father’s birthday was absolutely the worst week ever. Sadly my mother’s birthday was two days before his, and she passed away a week later. I ain’t need that kind of energy at this time in my life. I would beat Rachel and her daughter's ass just because.
“Come on, Keira. You’re not even giving me a chance to make this work. Shit! I don’t even know what’s the issue?!”
I snorted. “You know the issue. Trust me, we all know what the issue is. Just because I don’t ask questions doesn’t mean I don’t see the picture clearly.”
“You good, babe?”
I snapped my head in the direction of the deep voice and noticed Zayne was standing behind me. He was shooting daggers at my father who was eyeing him suspiciously as well.
“Who’s this?” my father asked and the minute I saw the scowl form on Zayne’s face, I instantly jumped his way because I knew what his next move was going to be.
My father was an older man, but he didn’t look his age. One thing Rachel made sure was that his appearance was to her liking. He was almost fifty but got his hair dyed weekly and was lined up and cut to perfection and wore the latest fashion which was afforded by him although it was all up to her on what she thought he should wear. It was funny how a bitch that brought nothing to the table can call out shots. I guess his masculinity died when my mother passed as well.
“This is Alexander… my father,” I told Zayne with my hand on his chest. I was staring at his dark pupils even though he never broke his gaze towards my father. I felt his body soften a little bit. I understood the confusion though because my father wasn’t a discussion I had with Zayne or anyone outside of Camille. She was the only one that knew everything, and I didn’t like telling anyone why I felt betrayed by the man that gave me life.
“Zayne Moseley,” he held out his hand with a snide smirk and my father accepted it.
“Again who are you?”
“My boy—”
“Her man,” Zayne interjected, and I gave him a wide-eyed expression because he was being extra as hell. This was my father for crying out loud not no nigga trying to take his spot.
My father cleared his throat and slipped his hands in his pocket. “I didn’t know you had one of them,” he said to me.
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know,” I responded with an eye roll.
“Well it was nice meeting you, maybe you can come around in a few weeks for a family dinner with my wife and daughters.”
I whipped my head in my father's direction, and he focused on Zayne. If looks could kill, he would’ve been laid out on the ground by now.
“That’s cool. Thanks for the invite,” Zayne told him.
My father nodded. “No problem. Hopefully, you can convince Keira to come. She’s a little stubborn.”
Zayne looked down at me for a response, and I frowned a little bothered he accepted the invite. My father gave me a one-armed hug after he realized I wasn’t budging and kissed my forehead before he descended down the s
tairs.
ZAYNE
“What’s your problem?” I asked Keira as soon as her father left. She grunted and unlocked her front door, and I followed her inside totally ignoring my question. “I’m not speaking to myself.”
She stopped in her tracks and whipped her body around with a menacing expression on her face.
“What are you doing here?”
“Who the fuck you talking to?!” I snapped on her because she had too much base in her voice. She clenched her fist up at her side, and we stood silently in a stare down before she grunted and stomped around her apartment.
I followed her into her bedroom and forcibly sat her down on her bed. I was tired of hearing her slamming her fucking draws when all I wanted to know what her fucking issue was.
“What’s your whole thing Keira? You’re a grown ass woman and not a little girl. Use your goddamn words and stop walking around with an attitude taking your anger out on the furniture.”
Her facial expression softened and her eyebrows unarched. It was a damn shame I had to get up close and personal with her ass. I would never lay my hands on her but if I had to grip her little ass up and get in her face that was exactly what it was going to be. Keira wasn’t normal and I damn sure wasn’t going to allow her to think she can get over on me.
On the outside looking in I wouldn’t have known the dude was her pop. Not that he looked young, but she showed no respect towards him. She was coming at him like he was a nigga on the street, from the venom she spat to the expression on her face. My mom was a fucked up woman, left us hungry for days, we sat around in the dark and had to steal candles to get some light to maneuver in our tiny apartment, I wouldn't dare treat her the way Keira treated her father. I didn’t know the situation between them which is why I didn’t speak on it.
“My dad just gets on my fucking nerves.”
“What he do?” I asked taking a seat next to her on her bed.
She shifted her body but stared at the covers picking at imaginary lint. When she quickly lifted her hand to her face, I realized she was crying, and I brought her into my arms. I held her close to my chest and kissed her forehead, and it was like the floodgates opened. This was a side of Keira I never saw. All she knew was how to be big and bad but to actually cry? Nah, that wasn’t her.