by Love Belvin
I returned his dap, giving him a dry, “Whaddup, god.”
“Coming from church?” He looked me up and down, joking on my gear.
I cocked my head to the side and looked him dead in the eyes. “Yeah. Ya grandma’s funeral. I killed her pussy.”
With swiftness, I released and let him go. Then my mood shifted. I didn’t fuck with Grant since the first time I met him at an event last year. When I got drafted and started working out on the Kings’ property, my opinion of him didn’t change. I only learned my feelings for him were popular. Hardly nobody fucked with Grant. He was an arrogant fuckboy. What annoyed me the most was him being such a risk to me. I played it cool but didn’t have much patience like the other players. I knew my temper. I’d crack his shit without thought of getting fined or cut. He was an energy I couldn’t afford having around.
And he wanted Parker. Usually, I wouldn’t care. Until recently, I honestly didn’t. Matter of fact, one of my main motivations of taking her home that first night was to snip his clown ass. Now, I didn’t want him nowhere around her. How crazy was it that he was here tonight, the night I had her out?
What if she plays me?
Parker was a sweet girl. She seemed like the type to make everybody feel special, just as she had me feel all damn day. I couldn’t handle her giving him no kind of attention, but I had to eat it. I had to tell myself now they’d have a conversation—it would be a short one—then she’d walk away because she was with me.
For the next few minutes, I couldn’t relax to get back into the show, worried about the next few minutes when she’d return. Switching the mood swiftly, Young came back to the stage, going into a new track by another one of his artists, Wally, featuring Young and Hov. The room went up when the females knew what was coming. It seemed like all the ones around me threw their arms up in a dance. This one was newer and had a trap feel with heavy and fast drums. This joint was fire. It was one of the regular plays at Arch & Point. The dancers in there dipped low to this shit, especially Young’s verse, which was the second. It reminded me how much I missed that damn place.
Movement at the other end of the balcony caught my attention. Finally, Parker was coming back, and I started feeling tight all over again. Grant made his way down toward the door. They’d definitely see each other. I watched from the corner of my eye as Parker strutted back down the walkway and was hooked by a hand on her arm. I squeezed the empty plastic cups in my hand. She looked up, saw it was Grant, and smiled. He went down to hug her. Then I turned my head to fully look at them.
Parker didn’t hug him back. As a matter of fact, she grabbed his hand from her arm and gave it a squeeze instead of returning the hug. Her smile seemed genuine, but what was also real was she wasn’t trying to stay in his face long. He said something to her. She laughed—quickly—nodded and took off, almost in a rush.
The closer she got to me, the more her pace picked up until she was in a full-on sprint in her heels. Her arms shot up in the air when she was a couple of yards away. Then Parker landed right in front of me on beat, bent over, stuck her ass out, and wiggled. She was twerking…and I mean artfully. She clapped her hands together then grabbed her hair from her shoulder so she could look back at me. My fucking word, she held her head as she twerked her ass right in my crotch. She must have caught the shock in my eyes because she hit me with a seductive grin and rolled her eyes as her spine controlled the lifts and drops of her ass.
She was definitely with the vibe. Her ass bounced so rhythmically, I couldn’t help but grab it. Shit… Parker could dance! Who the fuck knew? She turned around, laughing but still dancing. Then she took my hand, lifted it in the air, and twisted until she fell into another twerk. My damn mind was blown. I forgot Parker was a cheerleader. That had to give her moves alone. I found myself biting the inside of my lip, watching her.
Young transitioned into the ladies’ favorite, “Sunset Showers.” It was a freaky song they went crazy for. Mickey’s ass came back with another round of shots. When I thought she’d had enough, Parker grabbed one so I followed suit. Then she turned to me and raised her plastic cup.
“To life with lots of ‘Sunset Showers!’” she shouted with the biggest and prettiest smile.
Her eyes were low from being tipsy and she looked…younger than I’d ever seen her. Twenty-eight wasn’t all that old to me, but Parker had the life of a sixty-eight year old. She seemed so responsible and like a homebody. These chinked eyes made her appear youthful and…
Sexy as shit…
I clinked cups with her and she downed hers right away. After a deep swallow, she laughed. At what, I didn’t know. Then she pushed her little arms around my waist and stepped into me. Because I stood one step above her, Parker’s tits pushed into my dick. I’d be damned if it didn’t swell against her. When she sucked in a breath and dropped the goofy grin, I knew she felt my response to this new woman standing before me.
And I wanted her. Bad. I knew I had a deal with the head doctor lady, and I planned to keep it. But in this moment, I wanted her alone. I wanted to smell her pussy. Needed to feel her juices all over my face and hands. I had to feel her vibrate beneath my face from my head game. And I fucking loved eating her pussy. I couldn’t get enough of her heavy breathing or her cries she tried to swallow in the middle of her bed.
My hand went down to her hair. With my fingers, I combed her bangs from her face and ear. Then I leaned down and whispered, “I got something for you. Time to go.”
Out of nowhere, I felt her hand claw my lower back. Parker was fucking game. That’s when I grabbed my phone and shot a text to Fats.
I was so revved up, so shamefully hot for him. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this horny. As my hand was clasped in Rut’s, allowing him to lead me out of the venue, my pulse pounded and my clit throbbed a heated rhythm faster than my feet paced. My head hung with my dedicated focus on his trail. I wanted him so bad.
We were close to the door when I felt a cold touch on my bare shoulders. My head flew up and I saw Terrance standing with a drink in his hand. There was a knowing gleam in his eyes. A message of “I know what you’re doing with him.” Ordinarily, it would affect me, shame me. But tonight—just for tonight—I belonged to him. My attention, focus, and body belonged to Rutledge Kadar Amare.
My god, I didn’t know this man and the thought of seeing his dick animated me near delirium.
I didn’t break my stride, though my gaze lingered on Terrance until we cut the corner for the door. As Fats led the way, once again, Rut’s big body caped me like a shawl. He wrapped me in a protective cocoon, something I don’t believe I’d ever had. He made me feel precious, a type of care I used to crave until I gave up on the possibility of equal reciprocity with a man.
My arm swung back and hand clutched his hard thigh. Keeping up with Fats’ pace in front of me while a few people greeted Rut, I pushed up to his groin, feeling him jump slightly in surprise. The arm he draped around my chest and shoulder tightened in response. My greedy hand found his thick, raging cock and stroked it as much as I could without making it obvious. I struggled to keep my eyes open and on the back of Fats’ shoes.
When we were out in the cool night of early June, my lungs filled with air and back arched into his body as he rounded me and pulled me behind him. My heels click-clacked against the concrete of the sidewalk. It was nearly two blocks before Fats was tapping the remote to unlock the truck. That’s when I wondered how long would it be to get back to my bed—or his place? What time was it? Did I have time?
Rut hopped in the truck and I was being lifted and pulled inside right after him. He reached around me and slammed the door shut. Then he was on me. Rut leaned his big body into me, reclining me into the corner. I moaned when his tongue slipped into my mouth. My hands grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer. Music sounded and was turned up to blasting levels. I was cocooned yet again in his scent and heat. I tasted the vodka from his drink and his need for me all from his tongue.
> He managed to spread my legs eagle for him, immediately releasing my natural aroma and shooting my arousal levels through the roof. His hand was at the bed of my panties, the back of his fingers rubbing teasingly, his mouth overwhelming me with pleasure. I was lost in him, for so long unable to think past what I felt. My hands fumbled to his waist, hitting his chest along the way before I snatched his belt from the loop. I pulled my other to unhook it and open his pants. Feverishly, my hand searched for him until I felt a throbbing rope of steel. Rut adjusted, almost desperately, to allow me to pull him out. The first blatant sign of vulnerability I’d seen of him.
A sigh of excitement pushed from my lungs as I fisted him. My panties drew tightly into my skin. The gradual feeling of the near painful pinch had me realizing they were being ripped from me. He pushed the tube of my dress down along with my bra, exposing my breasts to the coolness of the truck. My eyes flared open to total darkness. Rut’s wide back shielded me from Fats’ view and the tinted windows ensured our privacy.
His lips roved down to my right breast. The tip of his tongue sloppily lashed across my distended nipple. The movements were swift and the weight of his tongue heavy. I moaned louder than I should have, fisted his swollenness faster. My body strained under his rushed touch; I wanted him so bad. The moment his thumb pressed into my engorged clit, I pushed back on Rut. He reclined and lowered to his back where I was able to straddle him.
The slamming of the door startled me. My head reared and I searched the truck. Fats was gone but the music still boomed inside. Rut lifted to meet my face.
He pulled my head to his and spoke in my ear, “Chill. He’s giving us privacy.”
Then his tongue distracted me again. Those big hands of his went to the back of my thighs and lifted my dress over my butt. My back arched, breasts reaching his mouth as he suckled. My head collapsed backward and I moaned. The head of his erection brushed against my thigh and I lowered onto him. Before I landed, Rut was pushing me up his body while scooting himself down some. Before long, I understood his plan. He wanted me on his face. I had little choice in the confined space of the back seat.
The irony wasn’t lost upon me how Young Lord’s “Sunset Showers” began to flow from the speakers.
His tongue brushed along my sex and I rocked into the bliss. My hips rolled over his head and neck swung as pleasure stirred in my groin. The things his tongue could do. I grabbed the top of his head, trying to control his movements. The buildup concerned me. It was too fast, felt too intense for public. My eyes shot open again, halting my stride and I broke my fall with my arm behind me. When I turned to see where I would land my arm, I caught the most arousing sight ever. Rut’s big palm was down to his pelvis, fisting his thick, veiny shaft. The engorged crown made my tongue twitch. Rut’s tongue stabbed beneath me at the same pace and rhythm as his hand stroked his cock. The sight of it… It aroused and angered me. Frustrated and challenged me. Quickly, I shifted, standing to my one knee and swung the other over his head until I was on the floor of the cab, going for him.
I could feel Rut’s torso rise in alarm from my movements, but I ignored it. Oral had never been high on my list of masteries, but tonight, confidence came from the combination of being tipsy, unbelievable horny, and bizarrely comfortable with this guy’s body. My mouth rushed for his mushroomed head and my hands followed, pushing his aside. He throbbed inside my busy hands and the ridges of him felt like steel against my tightened lips. I marveled at the smoothness of his soft skin. When I thought my movements were too fast and unpaced, his hand was on the back of my head, encouraging me…guiding me.
“Fuck!” ripped into the air as his pelvis jerked.
Quickly, I was grabbed and awkwardly arranged until my body was on top of his again. His dick in my face and his mouth on my sex. Rut sucked my lips then my clit. I could feel him pull it between his tongue. Instantly, I was deluded again. This was all going so fast, my body wound tight again. His hand pushed the back of my head, forcing my face on his standing erection. He wanted me to suck him again. With gusto, my mouth and hands were on him. I moved with manic speed. Jerking him, inhaling him.
My hips rocked, butt rode in the air until I met that plateau and my groin exploded. I screamed against his throbbing dick sliding up and down my tongue. My spine flopped and I struggled to balance myself against the wave of bliss inundating my weakened frame. Then the hardness of his body beneath me shuttered and I almost didn’t catch the first spurt hitting the spot between my mouth and throat. I almost choked, but luckily, my throat closed and I was able to catch it. And there was more. Warm, thick, creamy liquid jutted into my throat as his entire erection pulsated in my mouth.
Maybe doing this after drinking wasn’t the best idea.
But damn, was it worth it when I felt his big body seize underneath me. His heavy arm lay across my back and hand clutched my shoulder to keep me in place. When I thought he was done, I plopped him out of my mouth and began to swallow the puddle, not knowing what else to do with it. Slowly, I began to peel my depleted body from his. I slid to the floor, sitting on the back of my knees with my sex still throbbing.
Rut shuffled in a sitting position, straightening his pants. He then reached for me, pulling my boneless body between his legs to lower my dress over my butt and placed my heavy breasts inside the dress before banging on the window hard. Seconds later the door opened and Fats slid behind the wheel. Rut rustled with his zipper and belt. The windows were rolled down as we pulled off and I was situated into his chest, my eyes struggling to stay open.
“Let’s hit up the B-Way Burger on MLK Boulevard,” Rut’s thick vocals ordered before I succumbed to slumber.
“I’m here, Nurse Jackie!” I called out the moment I closed the door behind me.
I was finally home. My feet throbbed and head ached from exhaustion. I pushed off my heels and kicked them underneath the small table in the corner near the door. Then I took a deep breath and let it out as an act of mental recharge.
It was two days after B-Rocka’s funeral and so much had seemed to happen since Rut and I crawled in the house Monday night and sprawled across my bed for sleep. He had an early start the next day for minicamp, and I had a long day with Jimmy…and social media. My phone wouldn’t stop ringing from people I hadn’t heard from in years…and Rut.
Today was the end of my first day back to work since Friday, and all I wanted to do was go straight to bed and rest. But such was the life of a normal, childless twenty-eight year old. Not mine. I had to take over with Jimmy, give him a bath, and pack up and soap and body cream orders that were filled Friday but never sent out. The only silver lining to my night was I didn’t have to cook. I had enough leftovers from last night.
I heard the toilet flush from the small powder room near the front door and my eyes blinked open. Nurse Jackie stepped out, drying her hands with a paper towel.
“Oh, hey.” She smiled mildly.
“Hey.” I stood straight on my feet. “How was he today?”
“Good. Temp’s been slightly high since this morning, but he’s been fighting.”
I recoiled and lifted the paperback in my hand. “The doctor sent over a script for an antibiotic, just in case an infection is brewing from the trach adjustment. I’m going to start him on it this evening and give him a bath. Hopefully he’ll feel more comfortable by tonight.”
She moved toward his room. “Yeah, that should do it. Oh!” She turned my way. “His friend is over.”
My nose went into the air. “Who?”
A goofy grin opened on Nurse Jackie’s face. “The big time one: Eli Richardson.” My heart dropped from my bottom. “He’s been here for about thirty minutes.”
He didn’t park in the garage and I didn’t recall a new car out on the street. Eli visited Jimmy every now and then, but he’d call ahead of time first. What was with the pop up today?
I didn’t have to wait long to find out. As Nurse Jackie ambled into Jimmy’s room, Eli sauntered out. His salt and pepp
er dusted face suited him well. The absence of friendliness and warmth in his eyes he usually shared with me didn’t. I took a few steps to meet him in the center of the foyer.
“Parker.” He offered a neck bow and a soft smile.
“Eli… Hi.” My eyes danced in his, not knowing what to say.
“I know you just got in from work. You mind if we talk for a minute?”
My eyes widened as my shoulders lifted. “Sure.” I pointed toward the small living room.
He followed me inside the seldom used room. It reminded me I needed to dust in here. I sat in the sofa chair across from him. Eli rested on the edge of the love sofa, increasing my anxiety of his presence.
“How are you, Parker?”
“Tired, but good.” My answer was honest.
“Do you need anything? Anything I could help with?”
I shook my head, eyes wide and cheeks spreading. “I don’t think so.” This felt bizarre. “You’ve been more than generous. The only source of help throughout this craziness.”
Eli nodded. “I can imagine the toll this has taken on someone like you. You’re young, smart. I understand how difficult this could all be.”
“It is what it is. I told Jimmy I’d do this with him.” I shrugged. “I’m doing it.”
“Parker, it’s not my practice to involve myself in your personal life—anyone’s personal life. But I think I’d be remiss if I didn’t warn you against Amare—”
“Rut?” My eyes exploded.
So that was the reason for this visit.
“Yes. I can understand the appeal. Amare is young, talented, and has begun an amazing journey, using pop culture to make a name for himself. But there’s more that comes with those attractive…attributes.”
“Like what?”
“Like what the world doesn’t know. What not everyone sees. Rut has a history. He comes from unusual circumstances.”