“Well, we need to talk about all that. But first, I need to take a hot shower real bad. If you’re a good boy, I will let you join me. I’m sure you missed this good good right here,” Fallon replied, winking at her weak ass former lover.
It had only been an hour since Fallon had arrived at Ben’s and already he had his head between her legs. The slurping noises were driving Fallon wild. Not to mention that Ben had the longest tongue Fallon had ever seen or felt. He also knew how to use it expertly. For a girl like Fallon, who usually needed sex at least three times a day, this was a welcomed release after being locked up and on the run without a man to please her for the past two weeks.
“Damn…you still got that long lizard tongue nigga. Do it to me baby. Uh, go lower. Fuck me with that tongue. Stick that shit all the way inside until you get to my creamy middle,” Fallon wolfed pushing the top of Ben’s head to where she wanted him. Ben stuck his unusually long tongue deep into her center and then pulled it out, essentially, fucking her with his tongue. Then he licked up and down stopping at her clit to pay some special attention to her love button. Ben flicked his tongue over Fallon’s sensitive spot with just enough pressure. Fallon’s eyes rolled back in her head. This shit was amazing. She started grinding her hips toward his face. Ben sucked harder and faster in response. It didn’t take them long at all to get into perfect sync with one another. Fallon quickly remembered why she had ever fucked with a lame like Ben in the first place.
“Aww shit. I’m about to bust baby. Oww, keep it right there,” Fallon instructed. Ben did as he was told. He was jerking his dick at the same time since he knew Fallon wasn’t about to suck his shit.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Fallon yelled as she squirted her juices straight into Ben’s mouth. Like a good boy, Ben lapped up every drop. Fallon let her elbows down and collapsed backwards on the bed. Her entire body tingled with pleasure.
“I missed that shit right there Ben, for real,” Fallon said truthfully. The first honest thing she’d told him since her arrival. Fallon had never found another dude that gave head like Ben, not even Linx had come close to Ben’s magic tongue.
“Come over here,” she moaned, still reeling from the explosive orgasm. Ben gladly rushed to be next to her. Fallon pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. She could see pure excitement etched on every inch of his charcoal colored face. She closed her eyes so as not to look into Ben’s face. She didn’t think he was the finest specimen of a man. But, looks didn’t have anything to do with what Fallon needed him for.
Fallon lifted her big, round ass up and with one hand put Ben’s dick in the right spot. Then she eased herself down on it slowly making sure her pussy walls clutched his shaft like a fist.
“Whoa!” Ben shouted. He also hadn’t found anyone who could match Fallon’s skills in the bed. He was suddenly extremely happy to see her. His toes curled as Fallon’s tight walls closed in around his organ each time she went up and came down on it. Fallon placed her hands flat on Ben’s bony chest for leverage and then she thrust her hips up and down on his dick with as much force as she could get into her body. Fallon slammed into Ben and then she’d grind back and forth and swirled her pussy around and around. Ben was moaning like a bitch. Fallon wanted to laugh, but she had a mission in mind. Plus, Ben’s dick wasn’t so shabby either. Fallon was enjoying it. She bucked her body, then stopped moving. She flexed the walls of her pussy on Ben’s dick, squeezed his nipples between her thumb and pointer finger and that was all she needed to do.
“Grrrr!” Ben growled and gurgled like he was about to croak. “Uuhh,” he panted as he strained to get every drop of cum out of his dick. “Fuck,” he huffed, winded like he’d ran a marathon. Fallon went to climb off of him. “No please. Don’t move,” he pleaded holding her in a tight grasp. She complied. Fallon left his limp dick inside of her and she laid down on top of him. It was time for her to put it out there. Now, while Ben was in a weakened mental state from the loving she had put on him.
“I need a huge favor Ben,” Fallon said softly. She didn’t have any time to waste and she certainly didn’t want this nigga to think she was there to play house with his ass.
“Anything for you,” he said, cupping a handful of her ass cheeks.
“I have to get to LA. I need help getting there,” she said honestly. This motherfucker Ben started laughing. The heat of anger rushed over Fallon’s body like someone had thrown a hot blanket over her.
“What the fuck is so funny? I’m dead ass serious,” Fallon spat, sitting up.
“LA? For what? What the fuck is up with you for real Fallon? You gon’ try to drive from here to LA? This is the east coast, that is the west coast in case you didn’t know,” Ben replied, his voice deep and serious.
“When I tell you this shit it’s because I trust your ass nigga. Don’t make me regret it,” Fallon said, climbing off of Ben and off the bed too.
“No…um…no, you can trust me all the way,” Ben stammered. He was just curious now. She could already tell he was shook. This was why Fallon couldn’t fuck with him in the first place. He was too weak. One thing Fallon hated was a weak ass man who didn’t ever take charge. No matter how big his dick was and how long his tongue was, Ben was fucking weak. That’s how he had gotten ran out of Baltimore to Indiana in the first place. Right now, Ben’s shortcomings served Fallon’s purpose. Weak was good because she could definitely get him to do what she needed.
“I need to meet up with this dude who owes me a lot of money in L.A. so if I fly I won’t be able to take that kind of money through the airport. You know you can’t fly with over ten thousand in cash on you. I handpicked you to drive with me because I know you’re about that life Ben…Now can I trust and depend on you?” Fallon said. She was pacing the floor naked, silently praying that her story stuck with this asshole.
“I will have to tell at least one of my partners that I’m going out of town. You know I got a little hustle going on here in Indiana. It’s not like what I had back in B’more but it’s paying the bills and keeping me afloat,” Ben replied.
Fallon shot him an evil look. She rushed over to him with her finger pointing towards his face.
“No! You can’t tell nobody where you going or with who! Do you hear me Ben? Nobody!” she scolded. Taken aback Ben looked at her through widened eyes.
“Ok, ok, I won’t tell anybody,” he said.
“Good.”
“But if I’m going to lose money what’s in it for me?”
Fallon sighed. Just like a nigga, always wanting something for damn nothing.
“I can hit you off with a little of what I pick up once we get there. But, don’t ask me how much it is, just know it’s enough,” Fallon replied. “Now let’s get going. I will explain everything when we start driving. I don’t have a lot of time,” Fallon said, rushing around Ben’s bedroom.
“Don’t you want to sleep a little bit? L.A. is like a totally different coast. I’m sure it’s more than one day’s worth of driving and I’m no good behind the wheel if I don’t sleep,” Ben said.
“Sleep…right. Ok, we can sleep for a little bit but we need to roll out of here at the crack of dawn,” Fallon agreed climbing back onto Ben’s bed. She was really exhausted anyway. She was also scared to dream…to remember. But once her eyes closed she had no choice.
***
August 2005
“Dayvid! Don’t shoot him! Please! I love him!” Fallon pleaded through a waterfall of tears. Still wrapped in a bed sheet, Fallon was finally able to step close enough to her brother to move his gun from Linx’s head. Rain looked on disapprovingly. Dayvid’s chest rose and fell rapidly and he had his eyes squinted into dashes.
“Yo, Fallon. Get dressed and let’s go before blood is spilled for no reason. You ain’t supposed to be with this nigga. He’s too old and he ain’t your type. We ain’t here to negotiate with you. What we say goes…now let’s go!” Rain barked as she tossed Fallon’s clothes towards her. Fallon’s jaw rocked with anger. She was t
ired of Dayvid and Rain acting like they ran the show all of the time. She loved her siblings, but who were they, just her brother and sister, not her fucking mother and father. Fallon had always put her siblings first in her life, so why couldn’t they just understand this one time that she loved someone other than another Porter.
“I’m not going. I’m staying here with Linx,” Fallon said defiantly. It pained her to say the words, but it was time she made it clear that she was not a kid anymore. Linx’s eyes went wide as saucers. He looked at Fallon like she’d lost her mind. He didn’t want to die over no little girl.
“N…N…Nah baby girl. I think…think you should go with your brother,” Linx stammered as he stood there ass naked trembling with Dayvid’s gun still trained on him.
“What the fuck are you talking Fallon? Let’s go!” Dayvid boomed. “We ain’t asking you, we telling you! You ain’t staying here with this two bit nigga. Period!”
“I said I’m not going! I’m in love and I’m staying here! If that means ya’ll won’t love me anymore than so be it,” Fallon screamed through tears. She immediately regretted the words when they left her mouth, but she was going to stand by them. Respect is what she wanted from Rain and Dayvid. She just wanted them for once to trust her decisions and support her. Rain rushed over to where Fallon stood trembling.
“Fallon we are giving you one last chance to come home. If you chose to be here with this half ass hustling backwards ass nigga then don’t come home at all,” Rain said, the words paining her as they left her mouth. The words reached Fallon as if someone had slapped her across the face. She was hurt, but stubborn all at the same time. Fallon looked down at the floor. This was the only way she’d ever get respect. She had to put her foot down and demand it.
“I already told you, I’m in love with this man and I’m staying here,” Fallon replied, her words seemingly exploding around the room. Rain’s eyes filled with water, but she wasn’t going to let the tears fall.
“Fuck it Day…let’s go. She’s almost a woman now and sometimes we gotta let people be who they want to be and with who they want to be with,” Rain said disappointedly. Dayvid lowered his gun and looked at Fallon like he was too disgusted with her to speak.
“Porters stick together Fallon…remember I said that shit. Porters fucking stick together,” Dayvid screamed at her, his voice cracking like he was going to cry. Fallon covered her own tears with the sheet. Dayvid pursed his lips and his chest swelled.
BAM!
“Agh!” Fallon screamed and jumped as the ear shattering sound erupted in the room.
“Aggggghhh!” Linx hollered as his body collapsed to the floor holding his left foot.
“Oh my God Dayvid! You shot him! You fucking shot him!” Fallon hollered as she rushed to Linx’s side.
“Good fucking luck dealing with this lame. We’ll be around and when you’re done maybe we will take you back. But, don’t bank on it,” Dayvid growled as him and Rain walked out.
“Oh my God baby! I’m so sorry!” Fallon cried as Linx moaned in pain. She looked up and just as fast as they came, her siblings were gone. For the first time in her life Fallon was without her family and she already felt a gaping void in her heart.
Chapter 5
Trust No Man
“They say sleep is the cousin of death…so get up nigga,” Fallon slapped Ben’s cheeks. “C’mon, we have to go. I told you crack of dawn we were going to be out.”
Ben moaned and swiped at her hands like he was an annoyed kid being awakened for school. Fallon slapped him again.
“Nigga let’s go,” she yelled directly in his ear.
“I’m up. I’m up,” Ben said groggily. He had forgotten how demanding Fallon could be when she was determined to do something.
“Good then get your shit together and let’s roll,” Fallon said. Her patience was running low. Between not getting enough sleep thanks to her constant nightmares and missing her siblings more than she could’ve ever imagine, Fallon was very low in the tolerance department. Oh, and not to mention, she’d seen herself on the news. They had arrested Morrison and figured out that he was the one who’d helped her escape from the Baltimore Detention Center. Fallon knew that meant she was listed as a fugitive and being on that list brought about the United States Marshall’s Service—the fucking Feds.
Ben and Fallon weren’t even three hours into their drive and Fallon was already sick of Ben’s ass. He was blasting 2Chainz, chain smoking Newport cigarettes and had already tried to spark up a blunt while they rode down a major highway that was probably crawling with hidden police cars. Fallon had almost slapped the spit out of Ben’s mouth for that bullshit.
“You think bandz’ll make you dance Fallon?” Ben had asked her. Then he cracked up laughing. Fallon was not amused at all.
“Shut the fuck up and drive nigga. Don’t ask me any dumb ass questions,” Fallon spat. If this was what she was going to have to deal with, it was going to be a long ass ride. She was already regretting her choice in companion.
By the time they reached Nebraska it was almost midnight and Fallon was exhausted. She needed to stretch her legs. Ben had been right. Trying to drive to L.A. was going to be crazy.
“Stop at the next rest stop. I gotta pee and I’m starving,” Fallon told Ben.
“Yeah I need to stretch my legs and get something to drink,” Ben agreed. “Matter of fact, why don’t you put your head in my lap for a little while before we get there,” he followed up.
“Ben, if you ask me to suck your dick one more time while we are driving in this car, I swear to everything I love, I am going to shoot you in the dick and watch you bleed to death. Are we clear?” Fallon replied seriously.
“Damn it was worth a try.”
Fallon rolled her eyes. She had definitely picked the wrong road dog. What was she supposed to do with him now? The quicker they made it the quicker she could ditch him. This was another thing she would have to figure out once Ben found out that there was not money in L.A. to collect.
“I’ll go inside and pay for the gas. You stretch and after I pee and come out you can go in,” Fallon told Ben. She put her shades on, fixed her wig and exited the car.
There was an eerie feeling lingering with her since she’d left Ben’s house. Fallon usually went with her gut on things, especially when her and her siblings were about to do a heist, but she didn’t have much wiggle room now, being on the run. You’re just spooked from those dreams about Linx and because you miss Dayvid, Rain and Autumn. Nothing is gonna happen. Fallon spoke to herself silently. Nothing is going to happen.
Fallon looked at herself in the little dirty mirror that hung above the lone gas station bathroom sink. She looked like one of those broke chicks in the clubs that wore shades in the dark and cheap wigs and weaves. Between the time of the raid and now, she had to agree that her life had changed drastically. Fallon splashed water on her face, which made her think about her old beauty regimen. Fallon chuckled at the thought of her granite top bathroom sink, her almost ten thousand dollars’ worth of LaMer beauty products and the Egyptian cotton towels that she only used for her face. It was a far cry from the hard water and sandpaper grade paper towels she was putting on her delicate skin now. Fallon shook her head left to right. “Snap out of it. You’ll live like that again when you get where you’re going,” Fallon whispered with tears rimming the bottom of her eyes. She looked at her Trac phone for the time. “Shit,” she hissed. They’d already been at the rest stop a little too long. Fallon exited the bathroom in a hurry. She came out, grabbed a bottle of Pepsi, a few snacks and headed to the counter to pay. Just as she made it to the cashier, Fallon noticed something out of the corner of her eye going on outside. Awww fuck!!! Fallon screamed in her head. She had to play it cool in front of the store clerk. This stupid motherfucker Ben!
“I forgot something in the bathroom,” Fallon lied with a fake smile. She took her bag of goods and ran back into the bathroom. She whirled around and around. “How the fuck di
d he let a state trooper roll up on him?” Fallon said to herself frantically. She was moving on her legs from her nerves. “Ok, ok Fallon. You can get out of this. You can get out of this,” she told herself. Fallon looked at herself one more time in the mirror. She wasn’t looking sexy and hot enough to seduce her way out of it like usual. She felt her waist and her gun was still there. Fallon thought about the promise she’d made to her siblings—“I will never leave ya’ll again for nobody. No matter what we won’t be apart.” Fallon inhaled deeply and blew the air out of her mouth, no matter what.
Fallon rushed pass the clerk and out of the doors. By the time she made it outside, the state trooper had Ben handcuffed at the back of his car. Fallon acted like a passerby who didn’t know Ben. She looked at him and put her finger up to her lips, signaling him to shut the fuck up. Fallon started towards the car.
“Hello ma’am. Is this your car?” the trooper asked Fallon. His Midwestern accent so thick he reminded Fallon of a prejudiced red neck from some movie.
“Yes, officer. What’s the trouble here?” Fallon said holding her plastic bag filled with goodies covering her gun.
“Well seems like your friend here was engaging in a little bit of illegal activity right here in a public place. I don’t know where you all are from, but down here, smoking marijuana is still illegal. I mean he was just-a-puffing away right on out here; pretty damn bold if I do say so myself especially for ‘round these parts of town. We don’t take too kindly to city folks disrupting the quiet and peace. Now, I’m going to have to pull him down to the station. You can follow me if you like. I’m just waiting for some backup,” the trooper drawled. Back up?! That means more cops are coming. Hell no! I can’t let that happen! Fallon said to herself. It was act now or regrets it later when she was back in a jail cell forever.
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