by Cairo
“Damn, that was good,” he says, sitting up, then wiping himself off. He reaches for my titties and lightly pulls my nipples, then rolls them between his fingers. I moan. His dick is still hard. “I want some head, baby; then I wanna get up in that pussy.”
I take him back into my mouth and slowly suck him again, gliding my mouth down the back of his shaft and flicking my tongue over his balls every so often before devouring all of his dick.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout…suck that shit, baby…”
Once I get my groove, I greedily suck his dick like it’s a Charms lollipop. Slobbering and spitting all over it, cupping his balls and slowly licking and pulling them into my mouth one at a time. And when I finally have him all the way down in my throat, causing him to buck his hips and open and close his toes, I break a major dick-sucking rule. I throw up all over his dick.
And of course he storms up out of here pissed off, but who gives a fuck. I strip and change my sheets, then race back into the bathroom, throwing up again. When I am finished, I wash my face and brush my teeth, then get ready to climb into bed when my doorbell rings. I glance at the clock. 11:30 p.m. It’s Nelson.
“Shit,” I say out loud, pulling the comforter up over me and turning off my night lamp. “I forgot to call him and cancel.” I sigh. Oh well, fuck him. He rings the doorbell three more times before giving up. I close my eyes, deciding to delete his number.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
“Hey, Sis, how’s it going?” Tyler asks.
“Hey to you, too. Everything’s fine, thanks. How are you and the family?”
“We’re all fine. Haven’t spoken to you since Thanksgiving so I wanted to give you a ring to see how you were doing.”
“Awww,” I say, smiling. “That’s real sweet of you.”
He chuckles. “Well, I kinda figured it beats dropping by early in the morning.”
“Well, big bro, for the record, you can drop by any time you like. But don’t get too excited,” I tease, “’cause that doesn’t mean I’m gonna always open the door to let you in.”
“Hey, hey,” he says, laughing. “I’m an officer of the law. I have ways of still getting in.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, come kick the door in and arrest me.”
“How ’bout a hug instead?”
I smile. “Any time.”
“You talk to Garrett yet?”
“Nope,” I say, lying across my sofa, rubbing my stomach. “He hasn’t called me, and I haven’t called him.”
“I see. Don’t you think you should reach out to him?”
“For what?” I ask, hoping to not sound too callous. But, what the fuck?! “He’s not my man.”
“Yeah, maybe he wasn’t, but after three years, I’d think you’d have, if nothing else, a fondness for him. I’d hate to see you let a good man slip away.”
Yeah, I did. I was fond of that thick, cut, juicy-ass dick. “It’s probably for the best.”
“For who?”
“For him.”
“Why, don’t you think you deserve to have a good man in your life?”
“Of course I do.”
“So then, what’s the problem?”
I think, consider, his question; contemplate telling him that the only thing good I want from a man is his dick, that I am easily bored with men; that I am very freaky and nasty. That I love being face-fucked and sucking dick, edging a man for hours, wrapping my lips around the underside of the rim of his dickhead and working it with my warm, wet lips, taking him to the brink again, and again, and again, each time more intense ’til he plunges into a shattering orgasm. I wonder how he would respond to all of this, then decide it probably wouldn’t go so well.
“I’d rather not discuss it,” I state, “so, let’s change the subject, please.”
“Okay, you got that. I know when to back up, and mind my own business.”
“Thank you.”
“So what are your plans for the holidays? Jacki wanted me to invite you over to spend Christmas Eve with us. She’s cooking a big dinner, and we’ll be lighting the tree. We’re expecting about twenty-five people.”
“I wish I could. It sounds like it will be fun. But, I’m going to be away.”
“Away? Where?”
“Egypt.”
“Egypt?” he asks, sounding surprised. “When did you decide to go there?”
“A few weeks ago.”
“Wow, how long is the flight?”
“Eleven, twelve hours, I think. It’s six or seven hours to Frankfurt, then another five or so hours to Cairo.”
“Sounds exciting. When are you leaving? And how long are you going to be over there?”
“Yeah, I’m excited. I’m leaving on the twenty-third.”
“Cool. How long will you be gone?”
“I’ll be there for ten days.”
“Well, you make sure you stay safe.
“I definitely will.”
“Who you going with?”
“Myself,” I say.
“Wait a minute. You’re going to a foreign country by yourself? Are you serious?”
“Tyler, I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine.”
“The hell you will!” he snaps. “I’m not comfortable with you flying across the ocean alone. You need me to come along as security.”
I laugh. “Boy, you silly. I promise you, I’m gonna be fine. The adventure will do me some good.”
“Well, you make sure you leave your hotel info, and check in every night so that I know you’re okay.”
I shake my head. “Yes, Dad. Anything else?”
“Yeah, I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Call me before you leave.”
“I will. Give everyone a hug for me.”
The minute I hang up from him, my BlackBerry vibrates, alerting me that I have new emails. I pick up the device off of the kitchen counter, then scroll over to my Nutcracker69 address. There are two emails, one from Dickudownallnight and the other from Jamil. Nigga, please, I think, deleting Jamil’s without opening it. I open Dickudown’s: What’s good, baby? I’m still waiting to hear from you. Hit me back, Marquise.
I sigh. As tempting as his dick looked in that pic he sent, there’s a reason why I don’t recall who he is, and I’m sure an even better reason why I stopped fucking him. I have no interest in trying to figure it all out. No going back to dismissed dick, I think, hitting the reply button. I’ve broken enough rules already. ‘Sorry, boo, thanks for the offer. But, I’m not interested.’ I press send, then delete his message.
My cell rings. I pick it up and glance at the number flashing across the screen. It’s Wendell. I’m not in the mood for him, either. As matter of fact, I haven’t been in the mood for much of anything, particularly anything that has to do with a man. The only thing I am interested in at this moment is catching my plane in a few days. I press decline, then toss the phone on the sofa, deciding to go through my phonebook before the new year comes in, and delete useless numbers.
I go into the kitchen, pour myself a glass of ginger ale, then sit at the kitchen table, glancing up at the wooden wall clock. It’s almost seven o’clock in the evening. I hold my glass to my lips, pursing my lips before taking a slow, deliberate sip. I sigh. I will need to make some major changes in my life for the New Year. Of course, giving up dick definitely isn’t one of the things I plan on changing—or giving up. But, maybe, the number of men I’m fucking at one time does need changing. For now, at least, I think, getting up from the table, placing my half-empty glass in the sink, then heading upstairs to lie down. I stifle a yawn, realizing I’m extremely exhausted. I climb up into my bed with my clothes still on, then slowly drift off to sleep.
Two days later, I am running through the house like a raving lunatic, tossing shit into my suitcase, making sure I don’t forget anything, before zipping it up and placing it near the front door. My limo will be here in an hour. I run back upstairs to finish putting last minute items into my
carry-on, then bring it downstairs and place it beside my suitcase. My doorbell rings, and I think it is my driver to take me to the airport. I glance at my timepiece. It’s only one-thirty. My flight doesn’t leave until five. “You’re early,” I say, swinging the door open. “I—”
My jaw drops. “Garrett? What are you doing here?”
“Can I come in?”
I take him in. He looks tired, and as if he’s lost some weight. But he is still as fine as ever. A part of me wants to slam the door in his face, curse him out for coming to my home unannounced, but, in all honesty, he hasn’t done anything, other than trying to wife me up, to warrant such disrespect. My thoughts temporarily slip back to the last time we were together, how he fucked me deliciously. Better than all the other times. How his dick fit perfectly inside of me; how my pussy saturated his dick with its love juices, causing pellets of lust to rapidly burst through me with every stroke. Then I remember, how being fucked down by him—without a damn condom—got me into all this mess in the first place, and shake the images out of my head.
I step back and allow him to enter. “What brings you here?”
“I was thinking about you,” he says as he walks through the door. He glances over at my luggage. “Going somewhere?”
I glance at my watch. “Actually, I am. I thought you were the limo driver when you rang the doorbell. You could have called.”
“You mind if I have a seat?” I extend my hand toward the sofa, gesturing for him to sit. He sits, and I find myself taking a seat on the other end of the sofa, keeping a safe distance between us. “Yeah, you’re right. I could have called, but I wanted to see you before the holidays.”
I smile. “That was thoughtful of you.” I remember what Tyler told me, and decide to ask, “How have you been?”
“I’ve had better days, but nothing I can’t shake.”
For some reason, him sitting here making small talk feels strange, and makes me uncomfortable. I shift in my seat, deciding to skip all the niceties. “Listen, Garrett, why are you reallyhere?”
He raises his brow. “I told you, I wanted to see you.”
“Okay, that sounds good, but…”
“I’ve been having trouble sleeping,” he says, leaning forward, resting his forearms on his knees.
“Ohkaaay. And what do I have to do with that?”
He stares at me. The intensity in his eyes feels hot against my flesh. Oh my God, he knows.
Nonsense, I reason. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You look different.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, you have this glow about you.” He knows, ho. He squints, forces himself to look deeper, then tilts his head. “I had a dream you were pregnant.”
“Whaat?!” I ask, letting out a nervous chuckle. “Pregnant, me? OhmyGod, what made you dream of something like that?”
I know what some of you bitches are thinking, “Well, you were, ho.” Well, so what? The fact, whether I was or wasn’t, isn’t up for discussion with him, not right now at least.
He shrugs, shaking his head. “I don’t know. I’ve had the same dream for the last two weeks. I’ve been real tired, lately, almost drained. I was talking to my sister about it the other day, and she jokingly asked me if I had gotten someone pregnant. At first I laughed it off, but later on I started wondering if…” he pauses, and allows the silence to fill the space around us. It is at this very moment, I wish I could blink him and what happened between us away. Wish I could rewind the clock and go back to the night he fucked me without a condom, and simply erase it from out of my life. I hold my breath. “You’d tell me if you were pregnant, wouldn’t you?”
Okay, now comes the moment of truth. I slowly exhale. “I probably wouldn’t. I don’t know.”
“You don’t think I would have the right to know.”
I slowly shake my head, diverting my eyes from his. “Not if I wasn’t going to keep it. But, that’s neither here nor there.”
“But would you keep it, if you were?”
“I’m not in love with you, so why would I?”
“Because I’m in love with you, and it would be a life we created.”
“Not by choice. And definitely not out of mutual love.” He looks as if he’s hurt by what I’ve said. He glances back over at my bags.
“You spending the holidays in San Diego with your family?”
I shake my head. “No, not this year. I’m going to Egypt.”
He slowly nods. “I see,” he says, pausing. He stares at me. “Always the adventurous one.”
“Something like that,” I state, glancing at my watch again. Where is this damn driver? I think, hoping he’d hurry the hell up and get here.
He keeps his gaze on me, tilting his head. “What will it take?”
“For what? I’m not sure what you’re asking.”
“For you to let someone love you?”
“I’m not looking for love.”
“At some point, we all need and want to be loved.”
“Maybe.”
“Do you even know what you want? I mean, what are you looking for in a man?”
“You really wanna know, Garrett?” I ask, sighing.
He nods. “Yes, talk to me.”
I get up, glancing at my watch, again, pacing the floor. “If I were looking for a man, I would want to meet someone who was as freaky as me. A man who wasn’t afraid of pleasing me whenever, however, wherever, without any hang-ups; a man who was comfortable enough in his skin, and in his sexuality, to simply go with the flow and not get caught up in what he thinks I might think after we’re done. He wouldn’t have to keep going and going, and going, like me. I mean, if the dick was good, I’d be willing to work with him. I would want a man who understood the power of foreplay, and was skilled at delivering the best damn orgasms possible, causing waves of electrifying heat to course through me every time he dipped his tongue in my pussy, or someone who stroked me into an unconscious state every time he slid his dick up in me. That’s the kind of man I would want.”
He raises his brow. “So, you mean to tell me, getting fucked good is the only thing you’d want out of a man? Well, if that’s all that you require, I can give you that. Hell, for the last three years, that’s all the hell I’ve been giving you. Aren’t you ever gonna get tired of just being fucked?”
Oh, alright, good dick isn’t really the only thing I’d want from a man. In all honesty, I’d want him to not be afraid to love me, or let me love him. I’d want a man who understood the concept of fidelity and trust and commitment, a man with integrity and ambition and patience and compassion. I’d want a man who’d respect me as woman and appreciate my individuality, my sensuality, my sexuality. One who would not deprive me, or deny me. And, yes, damn it…have good dick.
I look Garrett in the eyes and tell him all of this. He stares back at me.
“How can a man with flaws, an imperfect man, love a woman who sees the world through rose-colored lenses?”
I shift my weight from one foot to the other. I shrug. “I’m not sure. However, if I were looking for a man, I wouldn’t be looking for perfect. But, is there anything wrong with wanting something or someone close to it?”
Okay, okay. I know nothing in life is perfect, that it’s an illusion of what and how we want things to be in the perfect world we create in our minds.
Garrett gets up from his seat and walks over to me. “Bianca, you’re a beautiful woman. Have you ever thought that maybe you might really have a problem?”
I frown. “A problem? What kind of problem are you talking about?”
“With sex.”
I scoff at his absurdity. “I don’t have a problem with sex. I love it.”
“Yeah, maybe a little too much.”
I place my hand on my hip. “And what exactly is a little too much, Garrett?”
“I think your love for sex might be more of an addiction?”
“An addiction?” I ask indignantly. “Are you serious?”<
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“Yeah.”
“Garrett, now you’re really reaching. I enjoy having sex, and lots of it, but that doesn’t mean I’m addicted to it. I don’t live and breathe sex.”
He looks at me disbelievingly.
“I can stop fucking at any time,” I huff, wondering if what I say is to convince him or myself. “But why should I? I’m single, and I don’t have to answer to anyone, so I can fuck whomever I want, whenever I want.”
“But what about having someone to love you?”
Here he goes with this love shit again. “If I were looking for that, then maybe. But, right now, I only wanna fuck.”
He shakes his head. “Well, then, let me be the one to keep fucking you.”
“Honestly, Garrett, no offense. But I’d become very bored with one man, one dick.”
“Maybe you haven’t let the right man prove you wrong. Maybe if you were with someone who was open to letting you fuck other cats, as long as they were able to participate and/or watch. Maybe explore the swingers set with you, you wouldn’t feel that way.”
I try not to show my surprise at what he says, but in my head, I’m thinking: Swingers? Watching me get fucked? OhmyGod, now he’s talking my kind of language, but why now?
“It’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about for over a year,” he answers, reading my mind.
“So, you’re saying to me, you would be down with threesomes, and you’d be cool with watching me get fucked by someone else.”
He nods. “Yeah, as long as I can either get my dick sucked while he’s hitting it from the back, or we can both fuck you. And it would have to be a situation that is discreet and mutually comfortable for both of us…”
I cannot believe what I am hearing. Then again, I can. I think back to the first time I let Garrett fuck me in all three holes. He said he wanted to try something different, so he asked to see my toy collection. I got out of bed and walked him into my closet, opened up my secret chest full of sex goodies and gadgets, and watched him rummage through it. He pulled out my anal rocket and leather gag, then took me by the hand and pulled me back to the bed. To say the least, I was shocked, but so fucking turned on. He tied the gag around my mouth, told me to get on my knees and to spread open my ass cheeks. Then he ran his tongue along the crack of my ass before sticking his tongue in my hole while fingering my pussy. After he got my ass nice and wet, he slowly pushed the anal rocket in, then slid his dick inside my pussy, flipping the rocket on. Oh, my God, I came so damn fast and hard. By the time he finished with me, I was seeing stars. And that’s when I started breaking every fucking rule in my damn ho book with him.