Juice

by Nako

  Tia gave in to Juice after swearing for the millionth time that she was done with him. Here they were, laid up on somebody’s private island. She was celebrating her recent investment purchases and he was now considered an entrepreneur. Juice couldn’t keep his lips off her and truth be told, she didn’t want him to either.

  “Why you keep…” her eyes fluttered as his tongue somehow find its way in between her breasts.

  They were on the tip of a cliff and she swore it was like a sex scene out of a book. Light beads of sweat drizzled her frame and his too. They were hot but not hot enough to want to get up. The passion burning between them was hotter than the sun beaming down.

  “I keep what?” he whispered as his hands fondled her plump breasts.

  Tia would love this man until the end of time and she almost hated herself because of it. Damage had been done. Seriously. Yet, every time he retraced his footsteps, reaching back to grab her heart, she foolishly gave it to him.

  His sex was so good.

  His kisses were so sweet.

  Even the smell of his body radiated something deep down on the inside of her.

  She could never love another.

  Wouldn’t even dare try.

  “I love you so fuckin’ much, Tia.”

  His affection was a blessing.

  Her mind was already on what she knew he was about to deliver. Tia was drunk, and he was high. What a perfect combination.

  Juice untied her bikini.

  “At this point, I should walk around naked.”

  It seemed as if every time she changed into her swimming suit, he was taking it off.

  “Easier access for me, I’m with it.”

  Juice removed her thong and stroked in between her thighs.

  Trey Songz was playing from the portable speaker, crooning about chilling with a nigga.

  “I love you,” he told her again.

  Tia wondered who was the drunk one.

  He kissed her on the neck as he began to play with her pussy.

  She slowly lifted her body from the blanket.

  “Hmmm-hmmm…baby no,” she couldn’t take it. Juice slid down her frame and his lips found her clit. He loved being down there.

  The kissing.

  The touching.

  The fondling.

  She was cumming already. Her pussy knew it had no patience.

  Juice blew on the inside of her hole and then went to work.

  Tia fucked his face.

  Literally.

  She humped the sides of his beard and pulled on his hair.

  Her soul left her body as he sucked and feasted on her pussy.

  “Right. Fucking. There,” she commanded.

  Tia rode the wave and Juice licked her up and down until she lost it.

  He loved when she brought out the nasty, freaky-freaky side of her.

  Tia low-key was into role-playing when they were intimate.

  Since they’d arrived, she had been extremely nasty, and he was loving it.

  She would let him cum in her mouth and then spit it out and suck him back to life.

  Tia was keeping up with him.

  Their love making had been exotic. Almost animalistic.

  She couldn’t get enough.

  “You want me to cum again?” she asked, him in a child-like tone.

  “One more time for me…” his voice was muffled.

  Tia sat up against her elbows. “Okay, daddy. I’m going to cum on your face one more time,” she moaned, and he went into overdrive.

  Her legs shook like an earthquake.

  A tsunami.

  Yeah, she flooded his face.

  He could barely breathe, pleasing her was the goal.

  Tia was so fuckin’ satisfied she could barely move.

  Every time they took it there, she would cover her face in embarrassment when he finished.

  “I’m becoming a nasty girl,” she whispered once he came up for air.

  Juice howled. “I love it though,” he told her with a wicked smile.

  He wiped his face as she opened her legs wider.

  “My turn.” She loved giving him fellatio.

  Juice shook his head as he stroked himself a little before making her lay back down.

  “Gotta have this pussy. Right now,” he let her know before entering her. He was on the verge of busting off the strength of her moaning alone. She was so damn sexy, and her pussy was so juicy.

  Whatever he gave her, she would accept.

  The dick. The tongue. The fingers.

  All of it made her feel good.

  Her pussy was his, he could have it his way.

  “Fuck me daddy,” she said with a coy smile on her sun kissed face.

  Juice reached down and smooched her in the mouth. “Oh bae, you know I am.

  He gave her all of him until he caught a Charlie horse.

  They came together once more and then somehow, made it to the bed and fell into a 69 position that should’ve been recorded. It was poetic. The ways their bodies synchronized to release another orgasm was…beautiful.

  She woke up last. As always. He kissed her lips as soon as she rolled over and greeted him with a tired smile.

  “I think my pussy broke,” she admitted.

  He chuckled, “Girl please.”

  Juice planned on feeding her, bathing her and then going right back in. He’d craved her while she slept and desperately, wanted to eat her until she woke up but knew that her energy was drained.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  Tia was good at looking beyond what was presented to her. His mind was all over the place, she felt it.

  “Why did you really leave me?”

  He’d been incomplete ever since.

  Tia was uncomfortable with the question, so she sat up and stretched her arms and legs, while moaning and yawning simultaneously.

  “Do you want to know the truth?”

  Juice nodded his head and then pulled her near his chest, where she reclined her body.

  “I was tired of the little hurts. Every other day we were arguing about the stupidest shit…”

  “There wasn’t any consistency only sex.”

  What she wanted to add was, Much like we’re doing now.

  But she was so happy and at peace for them to finally speak their truth. Juice was good at acting like they were perfect and had no problems, when technically, they had plenty. His girl had called a few times until she checked him, “I’m not your side bitch dawg.”

  If he’d walked off to take one more damn call, she was going to demand that he fly her home. He saw the look on her face and turned his phone on Do Not Disturb and left it on the counter while they went to swim in the beach.

  That was another thing that she was growing sick of, and honestly, losing her patience.

  Issues were constantly being swept under the rug and covered in lust and orgasms. She wanted more for them if they were going to try and get this right.

  He surprised her when he said, “I’m going to do better.”

  Juice kissed her on the shoulder. Tia held his hands in hers and kissed his fingertips. She saw a small tat, the hand of Fatima in the corner of his hand and it made her think of his newfound religion. They hadn’t really discussed it, yet she heard him get out of bed and pray faithfully since they’d arrived on the island.

  “What made you pick the name Jihad?”

  Deep conversations in bed, naked as the sun went back to its rightful place. This was life and a moment he was sure he would never forget.

  “It means striving for or determined effort and it stands for the spiritual struggle within oneself against sin.”

  She understood all of that to mean, “…Sacrifices.”

  He nodded his head.

  Who knew him better? Who understood him like she did? There wasn’t a soul alive.

  “How can I show you that I won’t hurt you again?” Juice wanted her to be happy…with him.

  “You said it out your
own mouth…show me.”

  She was done talking about all of that though. Her insides had reawakened. Tia turned around and towered over him, sliding her body onto his.

  Juice lazily wrapped his arms around her waist.

  “You need to rest.” He tried to not take her there…again, but she wanted him in the worst way.

  “Okay.”

  She slid her tongue in his mouth, smoothly.

  “Put me to sleep then.”

  C H A P T E R 19

  Ohhhh, you got me falling from the ceiling for ya - Kehlani

  Self- Sacrifice was defined as the giving up of one’s own interests or wishes in order to help others or advance a cause.

  Juice could easily be the poster board for self-sacrifice. He’d done it his whole life. From the college he attended, to the fraternity he pledged, the state he moved to after college. For years, he’d done things his mother’s way, then his Pops’ way and then it switched to what Pretty Boy P thought was best for him.

  For the first time in forever, he finally felt like his own man. Juice was doing what he wanted to do. He refused to take anyone else into consideration. He was starting his own record label because HE wanted to.

  Idolatry was a sin, no matter what your religion was.

  Shamefully, he idolized people. Idolized the things they had and the freedom that they possessed. It was time out for all of that.

  His vacation with Tia was needed. Juice returned to the States feeling like he could conquer the world. His mind was clear, and his ambition was on a thousand. He was prepared for every late night and early morning that awaited him.

  Juice woke up at six, right when the sun was rising and was out of the house by seven thirty. He didn’t bother checking on Faai when he returned from the airport. In fact, he slept at his condo and would make his way home tonight so that they could talk.

  He told Tia before they went their separate ways less than a day ago, “My heart is with you.”

  Juice didn’t tell her to wait around on him nor did he promise her no simple shit. He could only hope and pray that his heart…his love was enough for her.

  Traffic was breezy and that’s how he knew things were going to work out in his favor.

  His office was a rented studio that would now serve as the headquarters of his future empire. Juice burned some sage and lit a few candles before putting some music on and sitting down at his desk.

  He made a few phone calls, handled some business that needed his immediate attention. He shot text messages to artist that he’d been meeting with on the low for the past year or so, wondering if they were still unsigned. Juice was able to score a few sit-downs, secured two confirmed contracts and that made him happy.

  Before he could dive in on the next few items on his agenda, he checked the time and saw that the afternoon came on around, swiftly and he was hungry. He finally stopped to check his phone, seeing that he had several missed calls.

  Faaizah called him and her father, which was weird. Genesis had hit him too. Juice didn’t know what he wanted, and it was best if Mahogany’s lil brother sent a text if he wanted a response from him.

  Unsure of what made him check in with his baby mamas other than his morning text message, “Any of y’all in Flatbush right now? I’m hungry.”

  “Nigga better call UberEATS.”

  They were so used to being him no more than an ATM. Shit was sad, he had to do better.

  “I wanted to grab lunch, smh.”

  His oldest daughter’s mother called him instead of responding.

  “I’ll meet you at this Thai spot that I’ve been eating at lately, if you want…”

  Juice told her to send him the address and he would be there when she walked in.

  The restaurant was small, and the lights were dim.

  He worked via his iPhone until shorty pulled up while sipping on a glass of water with no ice and an order of spring rolls. Juice was excited about the productivity that’d taken place this morning, considering this was the first day of him being his own boss. It felt kind of good.

  He decided he would have a drink to commemorate the occasion.

  “Can I get Tito’s and lime?” he asked the young man who introduced himself as his server.

  “Me too,” his baby mama approached the table.

  Juice stood up and kissed her cheek. “Hey.”

  He wanted to do more with the people in his life.

  “Heyyy…” She was shocked to get this vibe from him.

  When she sat down, she felt compelled to ask, “You’re not dying are you?” There was no point in beating around the bush.

  Juice almost choked on an ice cube, “What?”

  “No. I’m not dying. I was hungry and didn’t wanna eat by myself, damn.”

  She was relieved to hear that. “Whew, okay. Well, let’s eat. How’s everything with you?”

  They’d never done this before, so it was kind of weird. For the sake of her kid, she would put her best foot forward since it seemed as if that’s what her baby daddy was doing.

  “Good…”

  An hour later, the tab was paid, and Juice hugged her again.

  “I’ma get the kids this weekend. I’ll call you,” he told her before hopping in his car.

  She watched him leave and was wondering what in the hell had gotten into him. Whatever it was, she prayed that it remained.

  The weekend came rather quickly. Juice found himself in full Daddy-Mode and for the first time, he could really focus on his kids without the distraction of work. He was being hands-on and was enjoying himself. If this is what peace was…he wanted more of it.

  Juice was in the kitchen making his rug rats bowls of cereal when the Queen of the house wheeled in.

  “I would’ve made breakfast,” she told him.

  Faaizah loved to cook, especially when they had the kids which wasn’t often.

  “Daddy, I want all the cereals mixed together,” his kid whined.

  “It’s cereal boo. Not cereals,” he corrected her and then kissed her on the forehead.

  “I got you,” he poured a small amount of Frosted Flakes, Fruity Pebbles and then topped it off with Cinnamon Toast Crunch. All together it looked absolutely disgusting.

  Faaizah’s stomach turned at the concoction. Juice didn’t know the first thing about feeding his kids, she didn’t know why he didn’t wake her up.

  He could only hope that she didn’t tear the bathroom up later.

  They had a full day today and he didn’t have time for no accidents.

  “How about eggs, grits, and toast?” she suggested.

  Juice’s youngest baby shook her head but gave Faai a toothless smile.

  “I’ll make sure I’m up before your father and will have breakfast prepared tomorrow.”

  He wished that she would just let the shit go. It wasn’t a big deal, at least not to him it wasn’t.

  Juice carried the bowls to the table and told them to dive in.

  He made sure they were straight before going in the kitchen to make himself a smoothie. He was adamant about being more mindful of what he allowed to be deposited in his system. Juice was on a new journey.

  “You want to get a head start on getting dressed?” he asked her, kindly.

  “Why a head start?”

  “Damn, are you in your feelings again this morning?” he hated to snap again, but she was really getting on his nerves.

  As soon as the weekend was over, he was most likely returning to his condo. Being around her, these days, aggravated the shit out of him. No nigga wanted to argue every single day and especially about nothing. Any dude that did that was a bitch, period.

  Juice turned his back on her and resumed what he was doing, hoping she’d take the hint and give him a minute to cool off. Thankfully, she did.

  An hour later, the family was dressed and ready to head out but Faaizah was yawning like crazy.

  “Are you still sleepy?” He wondered what had her up so late at night.


  She shook her head while saying, “No, I’m good. Kids, y’all ready?” She missed running behind them. Juice did a good job explaining what happened to her and the kids seemed as if they kind of…understood.

  “Yessss,” they sang.

  Faaizah yawned again and Juice asked her, “You sure you don’t wanna stay here and catch up on some rest?”

  She bit her tongue and ignored him.

  Mid-way to their destination, she was knocked out and the kids were making fun of her because she was snoring. The day ended up being a super fun one for them all. Juice snapped tons of pictures for his own memories and sent him to his parents who loved their grandkids.

  After helping them bathe and put on their sleep clothes, they ordered pizza and camped out in the den, watching movies with their daddy.

  “Come down here with us Faai Faai,” his daughter said in the cutest little voice.

  Before he could tell them that she had to stay on the couch where he had sat her, his oldest daughter said, “She can’t because she’s sick. Daddy already told us that.”

  An innocent statement that Juice didn’t think much of caused his fiancée to clearly lose her damn mind and she snapped, “I’M NOT FUCKING SICK!”

  His neck almost came off his shoulders the way it swiveled around, and he couldn’t control his seething.

  If Juice didn’t curse in front of his kids, he damn sure wasn’t going to let someone else.

  “You better watch yo’ mouth.”

  She was tripping.

  Faaizah had tears in her eyes, instantly. His daughter hurt her feelings, incredibly and Juice didn’t even see that.

  “Take me to bed.”

  He shook his head and turned the television up. She had him so fucked up and was gon’ sit there and think about what the hell she just did.

  Faaizah kicked him in his shoulder, she was sitting right behind them on the couch. Staring at them with envy. She wanted her own children. Honestly feeling as if she was put on this earth to become a wife and a mother, and both of them were hanging in the air as of now.

  “I said take me to my room,” she cried.

  His daughter squeezed his hand. They were scared.

  “Y’all go to your room,” he commanded.

  Juice tried his hardest to count to ten but struggled.