“Hey, lover.”
Graham pressed the phone closer to his ear at the sound of the soft, sexy, and feminine voice. His heart pounded. “Excuse me?” he asked, grimacing at the way his voice cracked.
“Who is this?” she asked with wariness.
He pressed the back of his head onto the pillow and looked up at the white ceiling. “This is Graham . . . Tylar’s son,” he said, being sure to deepen his voice.
“Oh . . . oh shit. I’m sorry,” she said. “I called your dad’s cell, and when he didn’t answer all morning I thought he was off from work.”
And another one bites the dust.
“He’s at work. You wanna leave a message?” Graham asked more out of politeness than anything. He already knew she was on the shut-out list—whether she knew it or not. He picked up the remote and started turning up the volume on his movie.
“Tell him Yvonne called.”
Click.
He dropped the phone back on the bed and laughed. Daddy running through ’em like tissue.
As far as Graham could tell, all of the women were fine with being in rotation with one another because he had yet to see one just drop by and run into another. Everybody played her position. And well.
It was obvious the last thing his father wanted was to be remarried, and Graham couldn’t blame him. The only female Graham came even close to banging was a white girl he went to school with who gave out blow jobs as if they were lollipops. Cheap lollipops.
Still, he hadn’t given up his virgin card, and ear hustling his father straight slaying women left and right just a few feet from where he slept wasn’t helping.
“Stop, Nikko. Stop!”
Graham rolled off the bed and looked out the window that overlooked the driveways of their apartment building and the one next door. A little brown boy of about ten was wetting a slender teenage girl with a hose. Graham’s eyes widened at the sight of the bra covering her small but plump breasts being exposed by the moisture.
“Your ass is mine,” she screamed before she fought through the stream of water to snatch the hose from him.
Graham looked on as she dropped the hose and chased the little boy inside the building. He felt disappointment when she was gone from his view. So did his dick. He looked down at it pressing against the front of his oversized basketball shorts.
Moving away from the window, he rubbed the length of his semi-hardness. “I need to jack this off,” he muttered, pulling down on it.
Instead of heading for the shower to use the water and soap to help him nut off some of his horniness, Graham fell across the bed and resumed flipping through the cable channels for the next hour until his urges faded and he felt sleep claim him. He didn’t fight it.
I always have somebody to fuck . . . in my dreams.
When Graham awakened with a stretch of his long limbs, the room was dark save for the light from the television. The room was cold from the air conditioner running on high even though the temperature had dropped outside with the disappearance of the sun. Shivering, he climbed off the bed and turned the window unit on low.
The cable box said it was after ten.
Daddy shoulda been home.
Graham frowned as he opened the bedroom door to check if his father was sleeping on the couch.
“You love this good pussy, don’t you, Ty?”
Graham froze at the sound of the whispered words floating toward him from the living room. One of the lamps on an end table dimly lighted the room, just enough to cast a glow on the two bodies on the couch. One straddling the other. One curvier than the other. One moving against the other.
“Give me that good pussy,” he heard his father whisper back.
Graham stood transfixed in the hall just inches from the entrance to the living room, looking on as some woman he couldn’t place gripped the back of the couch as she glided her hips back and forth. She leaned back, and the move thrust her breasts up with her hard nipples almost pointed to the ceiling.
His dick hardened in a rush. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t look away.
He didn’t want to.
His father moved his hands from where they gripped her buttocks to palm her breasts and then stroke her nipples with his thumbs.
She gasped hotly before she moaned.
“Damn, you can ride a dick,” Tylar said, leaning over a bit to watch the back-and-forth motion of her hips.
She sat up straighter and then shifted her body easily to press her feet into the sofa as she squatted above him to slowly move her hips in a tight circle as she sat atop the tip.
“Mo-ther-fuck-er,” Tylar groaned in sweet agony as his legs shot out straight with his uniform pants and boxers still gathered around the top of his boots.
She laughed and licked her lips as she rose onto her toes and began vibrating her ass up and down with the speed and intensity of a power driver.
Graham’s eyes and mouth widened. Look at that chick go.
“That’s the nut drainer,” she said, looking down into Tylar’s face before licking hotly at his open mouth.
Suddenly her eyes darted up and locked on Graham where he stood with his dick hard as jail time.
His body became tense with alarm as he stepped back, expecting her to scream out in surprise or shock—or something.
But she didn’t.
Her smile was devilish as she leaned forward and pressed a thick brown nipple into his father’s mouth, keeping her eyes locked on Graham. “I love dick-dick-dick-dick-dick,” she said huskily as she continued to ride his father and then lifted a finger to beckon Graham forward from the darkness.
But he didn’t move. Excitement had his heart racing and his dick throbbing at a crazy pace as she caused the blood to rush through his body.
“Dick-dick-dick-dick-dick,” she said, uncurling her tongue to wickedly flicker the tip of it as she continued to stare in Graham’s direction.
He knew she could still see him and she wanted him to see her.
Graham swallowed over a lump in his throat, his hand going down to wrap around his aching erection. Damn.
“Your pussy getting hotter,” Tylar moaned against her fleshy breast.
“I wonder why,” she said, smiling at Graham over his father’s shoulder as she pressed his face against her body.
Graham felt out of breath. Hot. Bothered. Horny. Needing to nut. Needing to nut so badly. He panted as he reached inside his shorts to free his dick as he watched her watching him as she rode his father harder.
Tylar broke his head free of her grip. “This dick gone cum,” he said thickly.
“Cum for me,” she ordered them both softly, her fingers digging deeply into the softness of the couch.
Graham locked his knees and bit his mouth to keep from crying out as he felt the first surge of cum fill the line. He jacked his dick harder and nearly broke the skin beneath his lip as he bit down to keep from hollering out at the exact moment that his father’s cries of passion roughly filled the air.
Never once did she break her gaze on him even as she soon let out short, high-pitched shrieks as she found her own release.
“Shh,” Tylar whispered. “You gone wake my son.”
Too late.
She just smiled weakly and blew said son a kiss.
Graham’s heart was pounding as he backed into the bedroom with his hand and dick wet and sticky with his release. He eased the door closed with his shoulder before he snatched his T-shirt off with his free hand and quickly cleaned himself with it.
He had barely dropped the shirt to the floor and lain on the bed before the door opened. Closing his eyes, he feigned sleep.
“Did we wake him?” she whispered.
“No,” his father answered.
At the sound of her voice, Graham’s gut clenched. He was glad when the door closed and he was alone. As he rolled over onto his stomach, the nervous anxiety clashed with his after-nut glow. He couldn’t believe what he’d just experienced, and any shame he could possibly feel
for being a peeping—and jacking off—Tom were barely noticeable.
Best nut ever.
Chapter 2
Essie
Two Weeks Later
Graham hitched the wide black straps of his Nike backpack higher on his shoulders as he strolled up the block toward their apartment building. It was late morning and everything was relatively quiet for a summer day. He figured the majority of their neighbors were working or sleeping—something he would’ve been doing if he hadn’t hit the streets early to hunt for a job.
I’m sick of being broke.
He hoped the four applications he’d filled out and the one interview he’d had that day turned into something. His mama used to give him a weekly allowance. Unless it was a necessity, the only paper his father was giving out was the want ads.
Jogging up the brick steps of the duplex, he paused when the front door opened and Essie Nunez leaned her frame against the doorjamb. She didn’t say a word even as she leveled her wide-set eyes on him and gave him a knowing smile. The same knowing smile she’d given him since the night he watched her sex his father and she watched him jack off.
Graham’s gut instantly clenched as if in a reflex to an oncoming punch. He felt nervous in her presence. Nervous and out of sorts. He fought between a desire to rush past her so fast that he knocked her over, or to turn to run back down the stairs and up the street away from that smile.
Essie was well into her thirties—if not older—but had the type of body and wardrobe that made teenage girls seem boyish. From her messy topknot down to the crimson polish on her toes, everything spoke of being sexy and knowing it.
Unable to deny himself, he flicked his gaze over everything from her juicy gloss-covered lips to a red tube top that did nothing to hide hard nipples in the center of large, pendulous breasts. Her middle was a little soft from the three kids she’d borne, but even the slight muffin top over the top of her cutoff shorts looked inviting to him. And those shorts exposed her thick thighs, and her plump pussy pressed against the seat like a fist.
Essie was thick, maybe even thicker than a lot of men’s taste, but Graham had seen firsthand that she knew how to move every bit of her pounds with ease. Lots and lots of ease. He licked his lips and glanced away at the hot memory of her shifting from a sitting to a squatting position.
When he looked back at her with his eyes squinted against the summer sun, she hadn’t moved from her spot blocking the doorway. She gave him that knowing smile again as she reached inside her tube top to pull a soft pack of Newport cigarettes and a lighter from her cleavage. She pressed a cigarette between her glossy red lips.
I wish it was my dick in her mouth.
It jumped to life like it agreed.
“Excuse me,” he mumbled, taking the last two steps up onto the wide porch to stand before her.
Essie took a deep inhale on the cigarette, causing her breasts to rise high. “I asked your daddy to help me move some boxes down to the basement and he said to ask you,” she said, turning to press her back against the doorjamb to allow him to enter the apartment building. “You mind?”
Figures. He enjoys the pussy and I get the work.
Graham shrugged his broad shoulders.
“Good,” she said, giving him a slow once-over before pushing off the doorjamb and turning to enter the foyer.
Graham followed behind her, forcing his eyes not to dip down to take in the motion of her hips and buttocks as she made her way down the long hallway to her apartment. Essie was the resident babysitter/bootleg daycare for the block, and he could hear the noises of children grow louder as they neared her place.
She opened the door and Graham’s eyes widened at the sight of kids of varying ages laid out on the floor staring at a cartoon on the flat-screen television. Eight set of eyes—including that of a one-year-old who was digging in his nose—all locked on him.
“ ‘Sup?”
Graham’s eyes shifted to a dark-skinned, round-faced boy with eyes that were wide, serious, and as white as milk. “Whassup, li’l man?” he said before turning to follow where Essie disappeared through a door.
He stepped inside her bedroom. The scent of stale cigarettes and her perfume surrounded him as he quickly took in the unmade queen-sized bed, melted candles, and dozens of saucers stationed about the room with dried coffee and cigarette ashes in them.
It didn’t feel right to be in her bedroom.
“In here,” she called.
Not right at all.
He walked across the spacious room and came to a stop at the door leading into her bathroom. She was sitting on the edge of a claw-foot tub with her legs crossed as she lifted her chin to push out a stream of silver smoke through her pursed lips.
His eyes shifted about the small bathroom. “The boxes?” he reminded her gently when he didn’t see any.
“Box,” she emphasized.
Graham frowned. “Huh?”
She smirked as she took another drag from her cigarette before dropping it into the open commode and rising to her now-bare feet. The hiss of the ember put out by the water echoed as she snatched her tube top down around her waist, exposing her breasts to him.
Graham’s mouth fell open. Titties. Big-ass titties.
She unbuttoned her shorts and eased them down over her hips to fall down around her ankles.
Graham nervously backed into the wall, knocking something off it and onto the floor.
BAM.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking down at a broken picture frame on the floor by his foot. He tried to bend to pick it up.
Essie stepped close to him and pressed a hand to his stomach.
Graham tried again to step back from her, but the wall resisted him. “Ms. Nunez—”
She swallowed the rest of his protests when she kissed him.
His eyes widened at the feel of her tongue easing between his open lips. The first feel of it made his heart pound. The soft, quick flicker of the tip against his made his dick hard in a rush.
She chuckled softly against his mouth. “Dick-dick-dick-dick,” she whispered, reaching quickly to stroke the length of him.
Graham gasped in shock and pleasure as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
“Dick-dick-dick-dick.”
Graham felt like he wanted to run—needed to run—but he couldn’t. This was a woman his father had slept with, but that didn’t matter. Nothing did except the feel of her lips and hand. His heart pounded. His thighs trembled. He felt light-headed.
She stopped kissing him.
Graham cried out when he opened his eyes just as she squatted before him.
She’s . . . she’s . . .
He released a high-pitched squeal.
I’m gonna cum. Please don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t—
The bathroom door leading from the hall squeaked as it opened.
Shock replaced the pleasure in Graham’s eyes as he looked down at the solemn and wide eyes of one of the little boys Essie babysat.
“Go watch TV, Esai,” she said gently to the boy over her shoulder, Graham’s dick still in her hand.
Even as the boy turned and walked back out of the bathroom, politely closing the door behind himself, Graham tried to free his dick from Essie’s grasp.
She looked up at him, her mouth still glistening wet from her neck game on him. “Don’t worry about him. He mute. He couldn’t tell nobody even if he wanted to.”
“I’m good, Ms. Nunez,” he said, forcing firmness to his voice as he pressed his palm to her forehead.
She licked her lips and looked at his dick—eye to eye—before shifting her gaze to look back up at him. “Oh, you’re real good . . . and you’ll be just as good as your daddy in a few more years. Keep drinking your milk,” she said, finally freeing his privates as she stood up.
As Graham fought to shove his hard penis back inside his shorts and boxers, he admitted to himself the regret and relief he felt.
She sucked my—
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Essie stepped inside the tub and then turned on the shower.
Graham stood there watching the soft sway of her body as she moved.
Nobody will believe this shit.
“I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” she said, reaching her hand out to beckon him to join her.
I can’t fuck my dad’s—one of my dad’s—girls.
His eyes locked on the way the water from the showerhead splashed off her body.
I can’t . . .
That’s what his head said.
I can’t not fuck her.
That’s what the harder head said.
“You know you want it,” she taunted. “Come and get this pussy, boy.”
He rushed out of his clothes feeling—and he was sure looking—awkward and lacking in experience.
All of that was about to change.
He reached behind him and turned the lock on the door leading into her bedroom.
Click.
Graham raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled the scent still clinging to his skin. He didn’t want to ever wash his hand. The smell of Ms. Nunez was just too damn good to him. Everything about her was good to him.
Shaking his head in wonder, he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face as he sat on the sofa not even paying attention to the television casting its lighting on his face.
“Why the hell you keep smiling like you crazy?”
Graham stopped grinning with a quickness as his father walked into the living room. “Something funny on TV,” he mumbled, feeling guilty.
“Law & Order?” his father asked.
Graham’s eyes focused on the bloody crime scene on the television. He hadn’t noticed it. Shrugging, he looked over his thin shoulder at his dad. “You going out?” he asked.
“Nah. Got a friend coming over for a li’l bit,” Tylar said, walking into the kitchen to pull a can of beer from the fridge.
“Who?” Graham asked, hating the thought of having to listen to his father sex Ms. Nunez again. That would be awkward as hell.
Tylar frowned. “Since when do you care?”
Graham just shrugged and picked up the remote to flip through the channels. “You want me to bounce?” he asked.
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