by K NICOLE
“Roman don’t come over here starting with me. Dry ass starting shit. I’m chillin’,” she smacked, shutting the door. I eyed her from head to toe. Perri’s orange hair was in a messy bun on top of her head and she was dressed in grey shorts and a grey PINK sports bra showing off her toned stomach with a butterfly belly button ring. She was sexy and fine with little to no effort.
Sighing, I reached out and grabbed Perri and she didn’t resist this time. I kissed her neck and I could feel her loosening up. Trying my luck, I flicked my tongue in her ear and she moaned out loudly, something she could never resist. Her panties were probably soaked by now.
“I miss being inside of you,” I mumbled in her neck. I reached down and cupped her pussy and could feel the heat between her legs.
“Just fuck me,” she cooed, pulling back and making her way to the back where her room was. Of course, I followed, removing my clothes on the way.
Perri pushed her shorts and panties down and climbed onto the bed. When her legs opened, I dived between them and took her clit between my lips. Her back arched off the bed and she pushed my head in deeper.
“Ouuuu,” she purred.
I took my tongue and dipped it inside of her pussy, reaching up and massaging her clit with my thumb. Perri was going crazy. I was fucking her with my tongue and applying pressure to her clit. She was moaning and grunting. Tossing and turning. I didn’t let up until she was squirting uncontrollably.
“Fuck,” she huffed, her chest rising and falling quickly. I removed her bra and attacked her chocolate nipples while pushing deep inside of her. Biting down on my lip, I had to stop moving before I busted prematurely. Perri’s pussy instantly sucked me in, and it was like the first time she let me hit all over again. I started delivering long, deep strokes while holding onto her tiny waist. I squeezed my eyes shut as the sound of Perri’s moans and whimpers escaped from her mouth and the sound of her gushy ass pussy making music throughout the room. After she had another orgasm, she climbed on top of me and bounced her pussy up and down on my dick. I had my hands behind my head, teeth biting down on my bottom lip as I watched her. Her perfect ass titties bounced around. The beautiful sex face Perri was making was a sight and I’d be damned if Zeus got to see ‘em.
After we both exploded, we showered and Perri changed the sheets. I couldn’t stay too much longer, but I did end up climbing in the bed and cuddling with her. Letting Perri go wasn’t going to be easy at all. I definitely wasn’t letting Zeus get a sniff of her pussy.
PERRI
Roman had been spending a lot of time with me and that had me wondering what wifey thought about all the time he was away from home. She had to be suspicious because I sure would have let him be my husband. Ain’t no way you in the streets that heavy. He did pick up his phone and texted her every now and then and if she FaceTimed, he would step outside and go to his car.
Everyday, I would find myself on Zeus social media. He didn’t post often at all. I was laying in bed with Wes and boldly, I pressed the Add Friend button and then tucked my phone away. I was smiling inside and Wes decided to call me out on my bullshit.
“You like that man and ain’t even sampled the dick. What if it’s wack?” he smacked, rolling his neck.
“Ohhhh the way ole girl’s hair was all over the place in Miami coming from his room, I seriously doubt the dick was trash. He did some damage,” I rebutted.
“And you want that damage hunny. Lawwwd, I wanna be a fly on the wall when Roman finds out you want to smash the bro!”
“Sssh!” I laughed. “You know that nigga gotta key and be popping up. I think he suspicious because he has been watching the fuck out of me.”
My phone chimed alerting me of a Facebook notification. I was nervous pulling my phone out. Without my permission, my face lit up like lights on a Christmas tree when it said Zeus accepted my friend request. I bit down on my lip and turned towards Wes.
“Am I seeming a little desperate,” I asked him. I didn’t want to seem pressed behind him at all.
Wes’s crazy ass lifts his hand and puts two fingers close together. “Just a cinch,” he laughed, scrunching his eyes. I could have slapped him because he was basically calling me thirsty.
I flung my hand. “Whatever.”
Ding.
Both mine and Wes' eyes grew wide. I had a message and it couldn’t be anybody else but the person who had just added me as a friend. Looking down at my phone, it was him.
You found me.
“Bitch, whatchu goin’ to say back?” Wes asked. He was basically breathing down my neck at this point. “Go ahead and respond because obviously he can see that you read it.”
“Ugh, I hate that,” I complained. In my head I contemplated my response.
You popped up in my “people you may know”. I wasn’t actually looking for you.
Yeah. I lied.
Wes fell back and cracked up as if this was the most hilarious shit he had seen. He got on my nerves. I slyly grinned at myself because I was quick on my feet.
“Oh. He got time ta-day,” Wes called out when the three bubbles popped up.
Yeah right. Nice pictures…Sexy.
This time me and Wes fell out together. Zeus was definitely flirting with me, and I was loving it. Loving it so much when Roman called in, I denied his call and sent Zeus a message back.
“Oop,” Wes covered his mouth and gasped. “You saw that man calling.”
I muttered, “And did.”
Thanks. Where are yours? What is the point to be on social media and not post anything?
Wes’s phone rang and he stepped out to answer it. It was most likely Paul’s ass. He had to keep up with Wes 24/7.
I’m not into it like that. When I get bored I may scroll ‘n shit. Now I have something to look at *wink emoji*
My body was hot all over. This man literally did something to me and didn’t have to try hard at all. Zeus had this natural charm to him, and I was falling for it. Before I could respond he had sent me another message.
Date? Come to me.
He did not give a damn that I was fucking his brother whatsoever. I was lost for words and didn’t know how to respond. Thank God Wes popped back in because I needed him. I showed him the message and he snatched it out of my hands and began walking around my room.
“Wait…what are you doing?” I questioned, following him, he showed the phone back in my hands and read what he had sent Zeus. I could have died.
Definitely cuming… I mean coming. When and where?
“You bitch,” I moaned, palming my forehead.
“Thank me later,” he sassed. “Gotta go. Paul’s plane is landing and I’m picking him up from the airport. Call or text me to let me know how this date goes and if you…came.” Wes grabbed his purse and giggled like a schoolgirl and then left my room and my house. I stood in the middle of my room in disbelief. Zeus sent another message.
I can make you cum…if that’s what you want. Meet me at 342 Hollow Brook Lane in two hours.
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I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Four minutes. My GPS told me I was four minutes away from the address Zeus had sent me. Everything told me to turn back around but of course I was hardheaded. Like, what if this was a whole setup and Roman was there to catch me in my bullshit. I would die. But of course, I kept my foot on the gas towards my destination.
“You have arrived.”
I turned into a circular driveway of a big brick home. It was two-story and beautiful. It wasn’t lavish or anything, but I could tell Zeus took damn good care of it the way the green grass was nicely cut and the bushes that lined the house were trimmed to perfection. I cut my engine and the red front door opened. Zeus stepped out in just sweats and the band of his briefs peeking out on top. He was shirtless. He had something in his hand. My eyes shot to a four car garage, and he motioned for me to pull in. Good idea. Me and Zeus were on the same page. Now if Roman popped up, he wouldn’t know I was here. That was how I thought, but I was a
lready knowing Zeus didn’t give a damn. I parked behind a pretty cherry red Lexus and cut the engine. Zeus appeared and opened my door for me. He didn’t give me a second to check myself out for a booger in my nose or my hair out of place. Damn.
“’Sup beautiful,” he greeted me, with a bright, white smile. Zeus held a hand out, and I placed mine in his. He helped me out of my car and shut the door.
“Hey,” I spoke, shyly. I removed my hand from his.
Now was not the time to be shy. You are at this man’s house,” I coached myself mentally.
Zeus led me to a side door and opened it. Once I stepped inside, my eyes immediately started eyeing his place. It was nice inside just like it was on the outside. I could tell Zeus made money, but he still lived comfortably instead of going all out.
“Who decorated,” I asked, trying to see if he had a woman.
He chuckled. “My T Jones. I don’t have a woman if that was what you were actually wondering. No wife. No girlfriend.”
“Uhm. She did a nice job,” was all I could muster out. It was as if his ass was reading my every damn thought.
The living room color scheme was grey and black. The furniture was black, and he had grey carpet. There was a 72 inch TV that covered one wall alone. On the coffee table was an ashtray, sack of weed, a lighter, and a glass with some brown liquor inside of it. This was where Zeus must have been when I had arrived. He sat down on the black, vintage-velvet sectional.
“Is this what you call a date?” I smirked, amused.
“Nah,” he replied, picking up a rolled blunt and lighting it. “I just wanted you to come chill. It ain’t like you could be seen out with me anyway, right?” One of his bushy brows rose as he stared at me.
Rolling my neck I screeched, “I can go wherever I want to. I’m not tied down to anyone.”
“Oh yeah? Is that right?” Zeus took a few pulls of the blunt and then extended it to me. “You smoke?” I nodded and decided to sit down beside him. Taking the blunt from his hand, I put it to my mouth and took a pull. It was the same shit Roman had. The good shit.
“Why are you single?” I asked Zeus.
“Don’t get me wrong, I fuck bitches when I need to get my dick wet…” My heart sunk to the pit of my stomach. “…but they weren’t females I felt like I could just put a title on. I strap up each and every time because I’m not trying to have kids by women, I know I don’t want to be with. I had a female at one time but she… she took a different path.”
I shrugged, “Makes sense.” I handed him the blunt back. I stared at his side profile through low eyes. Zeus had some long lashes.
“You have a staring problem?” he asked, causing me to giggle.
“No, my bad.”
“You hungry? I can whip up some shit real quick.”
“What,” I snorted. “Some Ramen Noodles… grilled cheese…peanut butter and jelly?” Zeus flew back and laughed with his fist to his mouth.
“Ahhh, you tryna play me I see,” he said to me. “I can actually cook.” He ashed the blunt and stood. “Follow me and let me teach you how to make some bomb ass chicken and shrimp alfredo.”
I hopped up and stressed, “Okaaaay. I might need to watch you anyway in case you try to poison me.”
“Girl.”
Zeus’s kitchen was nice and clean. No dirty dishes in the sink. His chrome trash can wasn’t overflowing with trash. His white linoleum floors were shining and clean. There was an island in the middle of the huge, spacious kitchen and two barstools were pushed in. I pulled one out, making sure not to scratch his floor and sat down as Zeus began to pull out ingredients. I watched his every move. I watched his muscles flex and his jaw clench as he focused on what he was doing. I kissed my teeth silently. Roman had never attempted to cook for me. Ever. Then again, he wasn’t fully my nigga anyway.
Me and Zeus held conversation as he cooked. I found out a lot about him. He loved to go fishing to clear his head. If he wasn’t in the streets, Zeus would have gone to college and joined a fraternity. He would have gone to be an accountant because he was good with numbers. One thing Zeus loved to do was count money. His favorite color was red, and he disliked cigarettes. When Zeus was done cooking, he fixed mine and his plate, and then sat down beside me.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned, closing my eyes as I chewed after my first bite. “This,” I said, pointing my fork at my plate of alfredo and garlic knots, “this is so fucking good. You did that.”
A corner of his mouth turned up. “Appreciate it.”
Even though my pussy was screaming fuck this fine ass nigga, it felt good just vibing with Zeus. Getting that dick would just be a plus.
ZEUS
Fuck what Roman was talkin’ bout. I wanted this woman. I had never just let my guard down and talked about myself with anyone because I didn’t trust anybody but my mom and brother. The way I figured it out, Perri was free game. She was his side chick, but I could make her my one and only. It would be weird as fuck bringing Perri around to family functions and Roman being there. Diah wasn’t friendly, but what if she befriends Perri on the strength of me. That would be some fucked up shit, so I needed to make the best move.
My dick was throbbing the entire time Perri was at my crib. Her aurora and her conversation alone had my dick bricked up. Thoughts of bending her over were ideal, but I wasn’t going to press the issue because I really wanted to get to know her on the outside before I touched the inside. The way my dick was going crazy, I damn sure wanted to touch the inside.
When Perri left, I smoked another blunt, showered and handled my hygiene, then got my black ass in the bed. Me and Roman were going to be at the warehouse all day because our shipment was coming in from Miami. When it comes to money, I don’t play.
A message came through when I was setting my alarm for the next morning. A smile crept on my face when I peeped it. It was a message from Perri. I was glad she sent me one first because I didn’t want her to feel like I was pressed behind her when in all reality, I was.
I really enjoyed you today. Like, fr. I hope that won't be our last time chillin’ with one another. If not, I mean…I understand. I did fuck with your brother.
The last line had me biting down on my back teeth. I hated to be reminded that my brother had her first. I hated to be reminded that me and my bro were going to fall out behind this. I knew it was. It was sad to think that would happen, but Roman wasn’t going to take me wanting to be with this chick he fucked behind his wife’s back. It was really crazy how I wanted Perri. It was like she had some type of pull on me. I felt that shit when I walked into her house that day to use the bathroom. I felt that energy.
It won’t be our last time if you don’t want it to be. And aye, don’t bring up my brother anymore. This shit is us. But if you are still planning on fuckin’ wit’ him, lemme know now.
I read over it and then sent it, while biting on my lip. One thing Perri wasn’t goin’ do, was fuck with us both. All she had to do was say that she was gon’ continue to fuck with Roman, and just like that, I’d quit fucking wit’ her. She was responding back, and I waited before I placed my phone on the charger and turned over on my stomach and called it a night.
I don’t want it to be and I’m not trying to be fuckin’ with Roman anymore, but I don’t think he is going to take it lightly. I’ll probably move out of that house and back in with my mom in a few weeks…
Unlike Roman, I didn’t trick. I wasn’t about to sit here and offer to move her in a big ass house or give her money. If me and her was gon’ fuck around and see where the shit lead us, then I had to make sure lil’ mama wasn’t trying to fuck with me for my coins. You know go from nigga to nigga with money. ‘Cus I wasn’t that nigga. True enough, I didn’t want Perri in the hood, but I had faith that it would make her stronger and independent and I wasn’t no dummy. I knew she had money set aside. All women did that shit. When they were with a nigga who had money and was generous with the shit, they set them some emergency money back. I put my phone on the
charger and decided to respond to her in the morning. My ass was high and sleepy.
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It was kind of awkward moving around the warehouse with Roman. His energy was off when he trekked in this morning. He spoke, but it was dry as fuck. He knew me well. He knew I didn’t kiss ass, so whatever it was that was bothering him, he’ll get over on his own. I doubted Perri let him know about us, but maybe he was still in his damn feelings from when I was over his house.
I kind of wanted to just go right out and tell him that I was pursuing Perri for real and not on no play, play type shit, but I was goin’ to let her do it. If Roman put his hands on her, I was gon’ rock his shit, no lie.
“Diah’s pregnant again.”
My head snapped to Roman because he murmured something sounding like him and Diah were expecting baby number five. I wasn’t sure; I needed him to repeat that shit.
“Diah is pregnant,” he repeated.
I bucked my eyes, but I congratulated him. A baby was a blessing. What surprised me was how dull he was looking. All the other kids he was excited about having, but now he was reserved, and I wondered what all that was about. I was interested in what the problem could be.
“You don’t sound too happy,” I acknowledged. I sat down and started rolling up because it damn sholl seemed as if Roman needed it. He ran his hands down his face and loudly grunted.
“Five kids.”
“Man,” I chuckled. “You have the money to take care of them. It’s really the time you need to be worrying about. You ain’t new to this shit. Should have taken the precautions bruh,” I let him know as I sealed the blunt.
“Yeah, you’re definitely not making this situation any better. I would hate to tell Perri. I been promising to leave Diah when I never planned to,” he sighed. That caused me to frown.
“Diah is your damn wife. She is having your baby. The fuck it matter what another female think?” I went ahead and passed him the blunt so he could hit it first. This nigga was trippin’ the fuck out. I don’t look at Diah any other kind of way but my sister-in-law, but she was bad as fuck. Even after her stomach stretched from carrying my nieces and nephew, she always seemed to snap back. She had her own business and took care of home… this nigga must have hit his damn head.