by Untamed
Once inside the suite, I went into the bedroom and sat on the bed, feeling nervous anticipation. When Terrence entered the bedroom, desire replaced the nervous energy that coursed through me. Leaning back on my elbows, I took in all six feet of his sexy ass. With a flirtatious smirk, he licked his teeth and then made his way over to me and pulled me up into a deep kiss.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered between kisses. “Being back in your arms again is so incredible. I’m so glad you are giving us this moment.”
His joy was evident on his face. There was almost a new level of appreciation for the time lost between us. Thinking of his earlier comment at his sister’s house, I wrapped my arms around his neck and asked the question that had been plaguing my mind for weeks. “So what were you waiting on?” I asked as he gazed down at me with inquisitive eyes. “You said earlier that you couldn’t tell me, because I wasn’t ready. So can you tell me now?” I asked as he kissed my neck.
He pulled up and traced my lips with his thumb. “You,” he answered, then bit his lip. “I’ve been waiting for you to realize that you want and need me just as much as I want and need you.”
Any leftover ice I had built around my heart completely melted at his words. I was supposed to purge him from my system, and now I was trapped in the rapture of his love again. My heart thundered at the connection. It felt as if our heartbeats were aligned like the moon and the stars, separate but together.
“Aw, Dreads.” I kissed him. “I wish it was that simple. But we both know it ain’t.”
“Whether this is temporary or permanent, I’m always there for you, and I won’t pressure you,” he assured. “I love you too much.”
Those were the golden words. He had said them aloud. He still loved me, and so help me God, I loved him too. The way my feelings swelled in my chest, it made me wonder if I’d ever stopped loving him. Fuck Pooch. I was where I wanted to be, with my sexy, rugged, dreadlocked, and fine as hell baby daddy. With that, I lifted my dress above my head. He led me over to a chair, sat, and pulled me toward him, his hands about my waist. As I wrapped my fingers in his long dreads, he kissed my stomach and made love to my belly button with his tongue. In ecstasy, I let my head fall back as he slowly guided his tongue upward. He worked his hands up and removed my bra and devoured each breast one by one. This was what I meant. It wasn’t just “Assume the position” with Terrence. He took his time and made every moment, every kiss, every touch, every sensation, and every pump count. When he put his thing down, he put it down with emphasis and left his blueprint. Tonight I wanted him to write his name all up inside my kitty cat, and, boy, it purred for his love tonight.
He stood up and slowly undid each button of his shirt and pants before he removed them. His erection begged to be freed from its boxer-brief prison, but he held it at bay. He knelt down before me, took my thong in his teeth, and pulled it down. Once the thong got around my rotund ass, it fell to the floor, and I kicked it aside. He then sat me down on the bed and removed my shoes.
“I almost wanted to leave those on, but I want to taste all of you, li’l mama,” he said in a husky voice.
I had no idea what he meant until he lifted my right foot and began to lick my toes. Yes! Licked my toes. And not just a lick, but he suckled each one. Ecstasy took over again as my eyes rolled back as he kissed and licked from side to side, up to my legs and thighs, and then spread my legs, zoomed in on his destination. He blew and licked, which sent electrical shock waves from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Suckling on my bud, he savored it as if it was a juicy, flavorful slice of fruit. My Terrence’s head game was so on point!
“Dreads!” I moaned, gripping his dreadlocks and pushing his head farther downward. I flowed like a river and knew a climax was close.
He moved his tongue gingerly yet fluidly over my bud and inside my sugar walls. I wrapped my legs around him, holding on for dear life, as my back arched against my will, and then I exploded with the force of a geyser on his tongue. He slowly licked all my juices as I panted and struggled to regain my composure.
Dreads looked up at me and wiped the tears from my eyes. “I know, baby. You haven’t been truly pleasured in a long time. This is what it feels like when a man loves a woman. This is what making love feels like. Let me love you,” he said seductively.
If I could’ve found my voice, I would’ve told him to please love me all night long. Damn, I forgot how good it felt to be with Terrence. Even still, I didn’t remember it ever being this good. Before I could process it, he flipped me onto my stomach and massaged my neck and shoulders. Sensually, he massaged my ass and then slowly trailed kisses down my back to his new destination. I didn’t want to believe that I could get off on getting my salad tossed, but damn it, that was exactly what Terrence did. He had no fear of any part of my body and loved every inch of it.
Once he’d had his fill, I rolled onto my back and motioned for him to come to me, then patted the bed so that he would lie next to me. Once he had lain down next to me, I turned onto my side and gently removed his briefs. His muscle sprang forward like a sword being unsheathed. I gently massaged it and watched Terrence’s eyes begin to roll back. He would soon find out that Pooch’s stripper-girl routines that I had enacted were no joking matter. I asked him to get on top of me as I lay on my back. While Terrence hovered over me, I lifted his sack with my nose and inhaled his scent. The sensation made him yelp in delight, so I did it again and then again. I could feel his body tense, so I placed his sack in my mouth and suckled softly.
“Oh Gawd! Damn it!” Dreads yelled out. “Baby! Damn, this shit feels so fucking good.”
Happiness spread through me at the fact that I could please Dreads. I smiled as I slid back up and positioned myself on my knees and slurped his candy stick. Bobbing my head up and down, I sucked and licked as if he was an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. He grabbed my head in order to stop me.
“No,” I said to him.
“Please . . . please stop. I want to save this for you,” he pleaded, trying desperately to restrain himself.
Regrettably, I stopped, and he instructed me to lie back. As I spread my legs, I noticed he was extra long and extra hard. “Damn, Daddy. You’ve been saving it for me? Or did you grow?”
He chuckled. “No, you just forgot what Dreads is working with. It’s okay, though, baby, because I’m about to give you a refresher course you won’t ever forget.”
Gasp. Dreads entered me, and it reminded me of the first time we made love. The connection was nothing short of amazing. It felt like the finale of a fireworks show on the Fourth of July. He took his time and glided in and out of me with so much skill it was as if he’d never stopped being my lover. He made sure he touched every spot and corner and worked the middle as it’d never been worked before. With the unfamiliar sensations growing in my G-spot, I felt virginal again. As pure, raw emotion and climactic urges rose and fell in my body, I looked up at my Dreads and saw that his only focus was on me. He pleased me by giving me everything that I needed and wanted. That alone could’ve brought me to a climax, but I didn’t want to release yet. I wanted to enjoy this moment. I wanted it to last so that even long after it was finished, I could reminisce about it as if it’d just happened a moment ago. As I clutched his sweat-drenched back for dear life, our strokes found a rhythm that was all our own. It was so good to me that I put my hands in the back of his locks and started twirling them around my fingers.
Terrence looked down at me. “Go ahead and come for me, li’l mama. I feel it. You done gave me the signal.”
My eyes rolled in the back of my head. Every time I came with Terrence, I always twirled his locks with my fingers. It was funny that after all these years, subconsciously, I still did that. Unable to suppress my mounting sensations, my back arched and my head snapped back, and then ripples of electric charges surged through my body, sending me into mini convulsions. My legs trembled as I desperately held on to Terrence.
“Oh, my Gawd!
Dreads . . . my Dreads! Oh, Terrence!” I screamed as my body finally released and I found my voice.
A sexy smile a mile wide spread across Terrence’s face as he took pride in fulfilling my sexual desires. That was when he went into action. He pumped and glided as his own climax began to take hold of him. I added to his sensations as I threw everything I had back up to him.
“Oh, fuck, li’l mama! Damn, you got some skills, baby,” he said, both in shock and euphoria. I was happy to please him. Within a few minutes, he gripped the bed and tried to rise up, but I locked my legs around his waist. Leaning in close, he held on to me so damn tight. “Oh shit . . . li’l mama. Fuck! I’m ’bout to explode,” he panted, and his eyes told me that it’d been a long time since he’d climaxed with such complete satisfaction. “Ooh, Trinity . . . damn! I love you so goddamn much!” he screamed as he released.
Shit. His climax sent me over the top again for my damn self. “Oh, baby. Yes, Terrence! I love you too!” I shouted as I came.
He pulsated inside of me as he emptied all of himself into me and etched his name in my pussy in permanent ink. After our breathing returned to normal and we came down from our euphoric high, Dreads slid over next to me and we faced each other. I couldn’t hide it now. I couldn’t fight it. I was in love with Terrence, and I wanted him. I palmed his cheek with my hand. He smiled at me and pulled me close to him.
“You are amazing. Do you know that?” he said.
“Dreads,” I said coyly.
“Baby, I love you,” he told me, reassuring me.
“Aw, Dreads. I love you too,” I said, and then we kissed each other. My head fell against his chest, and we just lay there, engrossed in each other.
I had almost drifted off as he stroked my hair when he spoke again. “Baby, you’ve acquired some mad skills,” he said softly. “Damn. You were so good.”
I giggled. “I’m glad you like them,” I whispered.
What could I say? Pooch has taught me well? I thought. Oh . . . my . . . God! Pooch! My smile quickly faded, and I sat straight up.
“Oh, God, Pooch,” I said, panic-stricken, as I scrambled out of the bed to grab my cell phone. I’d turned my phone off so that I wouldn’t be distracted. Just as I’d suspected, I had seven missed calls and three voice mails. “Oh shit!”
“Baby. Fuck Pooch! I don’t care about him!”
“Dreads, please!” I pleaded in frustration as I examined my phone and saw that five of the missed calls were from Pooch and two were from Lucinda.
“Trinity,” Terrence called out with exasperation as he sat at the foot of the bed.
I put my hand up to signal him to give me a moment. The clock on the bedside table read 3:25 a.m. Pooch had called me since about 1:25 a.m. I dialed my voice mail and put it on speakerphone. The first message had been left by Pooch at 1:27 a.m.
“Hey, babe. I was just checking on you. Hit me back. Love you.”
The second voice mail came through at 2:45 a.m., and it was from Lucinda. “Girl, I don’t know where you’re at or who you’re with—although I have a pretty good damn idea—but you better call Pooch. He’s called Charice and LaMeka once and me . . . three times. The first time I answered ’cause we were still in the club, and I told him that you and I were just hanging out and that you were in the restroom, but I haven’t answered since. Charice and LaMeka told me they told him that you and I were hanging together, and they didn’t know where we went. I didn’t answer this last time, because I didn’t know what to tell him. It’s two forty-seven now. Call me.”
The last voice mail came in at 3:15 a.m. and was from Pooch. “Yo, Trin, I don’t know what the fuck kind of game you and your girl Lucinda is playing wit’ me, but I’m tellin’ you this shit ain’t cool. She told me you were in the restroom. That was an hour and thirty muthafuckin’ minutes ago, and now she ain’t answering. And what the fuck is up wit’ your cell going straight to fuckin’ voice mail? You better not be fuckin’ wit’ my emotions. Call me as soon as you get this fuckin’ message!” he said angrily.
I turned and looked at Terrence. “Pooch is going to flip out!”
“No he ain’t!” he barked. Swiping his hands down his face, he huffed. “Fuck him. Move in with me.”
Unbelief was plastered across my face. “Are you insane? Do you hear yourself right now?” I asked, pacing the floor. “Yeah right. Pooch will not hesitate to kill us both!”
“Didn’t you just say that you loved me?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I did, but I can’t leave like that. I just need time.”
Terrence stood. Confusion and anger were written all over his face. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Trinity? I love you. I want to be with you. Five minutes ago you were fucking the shit out of me and professing your love, and now you’re going back to Pooch? What the hell is that about?” he said angrily.
“Survival! Mine and yours, especially yours,” I snapped. “You said you wouldn’t pressure me.”
He looked away with an attitude, but I stepped up to him and turned his face back to me to try to get him to understand my position.
“Look, I just have to do this my way.”
For a few moments, he stared at me. His internal struggle was obvious. Finally, he exhaled and hugged me. “Okay, you’re right. I hate how he treats you, but I’m going to let you do this your way. In the meantime, I’m going to help you out. If it makes you feel better, do this . . . Call Lucinda and ask her the latest news on Pooch.”
Thank God he didn’t fight me on that. It was not that I didn’t want to be with him. I just knew that leaving Pooch required a level of finesse. Lifesaving finesse. My concern was more for him than for myself, but if I told Terrence that, he’d brush it off and push the issue. He may not have been afraid of Pooch, but I was afraid, more so for him than for myself. Bottom line, I would not allow Pooch to touch Terrence. Period. If that meant I had to dance with the devil a little while longer, then that was what I would have to do.
Desperate to implement some type of plan, I did exactly what Terrence had said. I quickly dialed Lucinda’s number. “Hey, girl,” I said when she picked up.
Lucinda laid into me as soon as she heard my voice. “Where the fuck are you? Pooch has called me two more times since I left you that voice mail!”
“I’m in Suwanee with Terrence—”
“I knew it!” she yelled, cutting me off.
“Did you talk to him since the first call?” I asked, getting straight to the point.
“No. I was too fucking scared for you to answer the phone.”
“Ask her if he called her cell phone only,” Terrence instructed.
“Did he call only your cell phone?” I asked her.
“Yeah. That’s it. I’m at the house, in the dark, praying none of his boys come by, thinking I’m home, to try to see if you’re here,” she said as I put her on speakerphone.
“Good. Keep doing that,” Terrence said. “Listen. Don’t answer your phone if he calls you. But if he does ask you in the future or if any of his boys drop by, tell him you all drove up to Athens to go clubbing.”
“All right, Terrence.” She took a deep breath. “Mira, chica. When are you coming home?” Lucinda asked.
“I’m on my way now,” I told her.
Terrence motioned for me to hand him the phone, and I did, before sitting on the bed to await our next move. “Listen to me, senorita, this is your story. You all went clubbing in Athens after you left Charice and Meka at the Compound. You forgot to give Trinity Pooch’s message, and after that, you passed out in the car on the ride back. Trinity couldn’t get to your phone to answer it since she was driving. Trinity’s phone went to voice mail because she forgot to charge it and didn’t think anything of it, since you had yours. You got home around four fifteen, and that’s when you remembered to tell Trinity about Pooch’s call. You got it?”
“Clubbing in Athens, forgot to give her the message, passed out in the car, Trinity’s phone was dead, got home at four fifteen,
and then gave her the message. I got it,” Lucinda said. “Thanks, Dreads.”
“No problem. Be easy, senorita,” he told her before handing the phone back to me.
“So what do I do now?” I asked him after I hung up from the call.
“Wash up and get dressed quickly. Time is of the essence.”
I moved at light speed. By 3:40 a.m., we were in my car, and I was driving like mad, crazy to get out of Suwanee.
“So what are we going to do?” I asked about thirty minutes later, as I tapped on the steering wheel nervously.
Terrence laughed. “By the time you call Pooch, you will be dropping me off at my boy’s house, which is only two minutes from Lucinda’s house.”
“Who? Skeet?”
“Yes. I called him while you were in the bathroom, and he’s gonna be up waiting on me. I did that so that if Pooch does have his boys on the troll, they will think you just left Lucinda’s, and the time frame would match up.”
The way this man’s brain worked had always been mesmerizing. “You are slick. I hope you never did me like this when we were together.”
He laughed. “Never, baby. I learned this skill from working the streets. Besides how much I care for you, I would never do anything to hurt you. Only help you.”
I blushed. “I know you do care. I know,” I said, rubbing his thigh. “But on the real, with how well you are at ducking and dodging, how the fuck did you get caught up?”
Dreads huffed and looked out the passenger-side window. “I used to wonder the same thing.”
Just then my phone rang. “Damn! I forgot to turn it off. It’s Pooch!” I said frantically, though we were five minutes from Skeet’s house. I picked up the phone.
“Don’t answer that.”
I gave him a desperate look. Not answering could spell more trouble for me.