The Double Cross

by Anna J.

  I could see her when she got off the train, and she looked good enough to eat. I wanted to put her in the back seat right there at the train station. From head to toe, she was all the way together, but her face showed a little attitude. I was hoping this was going to be a light conversation, but it looked like this shit may get heavy on me. What was bothering her that bad?

  I got out and around the car in enough time to open the door for her. She gave me a slight smile as she got in, and I didn’t close the door until she made herself comfortable. By the time I got back in the car, she was enjoying her snacks. I leaned over to give her a kiss, and we made our way back to my home. I knew not to ask her about her text that morning. She would tell me what I wanted to know when she was ready.

  Upon pulling up, she waited for me to let her out of the car as instructed, and I grabbed her bags for her so that she could get up the steps. Watching her ass as she walked was hypnotizing, and I was almost ready to really let go of everyone else. I swear I could watch her walk all day. I mentally went through my morning to make sure the chick I had over the other day didn’t leave anything. I did not want to feel her wrath anymore after the last time.

  “So, I want you to date my sister.”

  My head exploded. Was she serious? This had to be a damn setup. Any time I inquired about her sister, she snapped off at me. Now she was basically handing her to me on a gold-lined platter. Why was she playing with me like this?

  “Why can’t I just date you?”

  “Because I don’t want you,” she said with an exasperated eye roll like she was tired of me questioning her. I couldn’t care less, though. I needed clarification. “She’s the next best thing to me, Chase. You will date her and no one else.”

  “And what does that mean for me and you?” I asked, feeling like I was getting pimped out. I couldn’t believe I was about to agree to this shit.

  “It means I still get that dick whenever I want it. The two of us will be your only source of satisfaction from here on out. So, whomever you’re hanging on to, it will be beneficial for you to let them go.”

  I was speechless. Did she just demand that I give up chasing down any cat I want just to have theirs? I’ve never had a female shut me down like that before. I was impressed by her boldness. I just wasn’t sure that’s what I wanted to do. What was really in it for me? What made them so special that I had to let everyone else go? I wasn’t ready to just give in like that, though. I wasn’t sure what made her think she was running the show, but li’l mama had another thing coming.

  “So, what if I said no?”

  “I wasn’t asking you, love. This is what it is. Did you pick up the wine I asked you to get? I’ve had a long day.”

  The queen had spoken—in a very dismissive tone, I might add. I just chuckled on the inside and let her think she had it her way. You want me to fuck your sister? Cool, I can do that. I planned on wearing both they asses out until I couldn’t anymore.

  Something on my spirit told me this wasn’t going to end well, but at the end of it all, she couldn’t say I didn’t do what she asked me to do.

  Getting up to grab her a glass and some wine, I made sure to put my phone on Do Not Disturb. I didn’t need anyone unexpectedly calling while she was there. It was easier to just block the rest out.

  When I got back to the sofa, I removed her shoes and proceeded to give her a foot rub. Sajdah liked to take the lead, so I knew not to make a move until she was ready. She leaned back on the sofa to get comfortable as my massage went from her feet to her ankles and calves. I could still smell the perfume she sprayed this morning as her body began to heat up. I took my time with her, though. This one was very temperamental and flighty. It wasn’t worth the stress later on down the line.

  It didn’t take long for things to escalate, and before we knew it, her legs were stretched out, and I was enjoying my meal. I had to hold her down to keep her from running away. The more I worked on her body, the more I began to think about her proposal. Why did I have to share with her sister? What if I just wanted her? She really gave me no option or out. I wasn’t cool with it. I even surprised myself with that one.

  “Why can’t I have you?”

  “Just do what I say, Chase,” she responded, gasping as I swiftly slid into her.

  Normally, I took my time with her, but I was heated for some reason. Who did she think she was exactly? We hadn’t even discussed us being exclusive, and she decided to willingly share me with the person of her choice? That shit had me tight.

  “Why can’t I have just you?” I asked her again, this time grinding into her a little deeper and a little rougher. That shit took her breath away for a second, and she had to grab on to me to get herself together. I grabbed her hands and locked her arms over her head, taking all control from her. She was going to really have to sell me on that shit there because I really felt like later on, this would all turn out to be my fault if it didn’t work out.

  “I don’t want you, Chase. I have to stay focused.”

  I immediately began to work the shit out of her. She wanted me to have her sister? She was going to wish she had stayed on board. I was not about to do some foul-ass shit behind her sister’s back and she catch feelings, not knowing what was really going on. That shit wasn’t fair to her, and what type of person would set up they family like that? It reminded me of the shit fiends did to get high. They would sell the drawers off their kid’s ass for their next hit.

  This idea only benefited her. I didn’t want to lose her, either. Was I stuck doing this shit? I had to think, and the easiest way to do that would be to get her out the crib as quickly as possible. I knocked her ass out the frame for a little while longer before letting her know we had to go. I faked like I had to check up on my people, but on the real, I wasn’t sure how I felt about her anymore.

  “Just think about it, Chase. I don’t want to lose you, either, but I know I can’t put in the time right now. Everything will be fine. Just trust me.”

  I trusted no one, and I just hoped she was right on this one. I lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, tossing back and forth about what I should do. I mean, they were twins. No, I couldn’t have them together, but I guess one at a time wasn’t bad. After a few hours, I decided to just give it a try. If I didn’t like it, I could always just cut one of them off.

  Reaching over to grab my phone, I sent a simple text. Now, it was time to play my part. I didn’t bother to read the response. I meant every word I said.

  It’s a deal. For your sake, you better not play me.

  Selah

  Almost Mrs. Warren

  What can I say about Chase? He was truly amazing. I’d never had anyone like him before, and I was starting to wonder why I had waited so long to let him in. At this point, we were around three months into our relationship, and I was loving every day that we spent together. You know how most guys go all the way out to get you, but once they got you, all of that shit stops? I was truly waiting for the other shoe to drop, but to my surprise, he got better than he originally was. Like, he was still getting up and buying me coffee every morning, even though I told him repeatedly that he didn’t have to.

  Life with Chase was truly out of a fairy tale, and the squad was riding this thing out with me like true soldiers. No one complained to me when I spent time with him, and he didn’t feel any type of way about me making time for my girls. For once in my life, there was a perfect balance between love and life. Even my parents liked him, and my dad didn’t like anyone we brought home. Little sister seemed to be on board, too, or maybe I just wanted to see that through these apparent rose-colored shades that I had been wearing around her. I was actually smiling all the time, and it didn’t feel forced for once. Life was good. No, actually, life was great.

  I was spending a lot of time with Chase, regularly spending nights in this gorgeous condo he called home just off of City Avenue. I woke up to the smell of maple bacon cooking, and I couldn’t wait to dig in.

  Chase tossed
me around the room all night, literally. Sex with him was like running a triathlon. It wasn’t some regular you on top, then me on top kind of thing. He had me in all kinds of compromising positions that had me wondering how flexible I really was. I didn’t know my legs could stretch that wide without snapping at the hip. Since he deemed me light enough to pick up, he took full advantage of that by pinning me to the wall, making sure to go in deep, or literally dangling me from the chandelier in his dining room while he ate the box. I’d been his meal plenty of nights as he spread me out on his table and served himself.

  Open like the damn freeway at three in the morning is how he had me, and I had lost my head weeks ago, totally surrendering to him. I’d never let anyone in like I let him in, and I hoped on a daily basis that I didn’t regret it. He was good to me—too good, sometimes—but I let him do what he did best, which was spoil me rotten.

  He was the boss in this relationship, but he didn’t make me feel like I didn’t have a choice. Although he was very authoritative, I still felt like his equal. We were on an even playing field, no one more important than the other. I liked being there with Chase, but low key, I missed having my sister right across the hall. Even though we were both now grownups, our parents weren’t in a rush for us to leave the nest, and we weren’t eager to get out. They let us come and go as we pleased and wouldn’t take our offering to help with bills even though we both made good money at our jobs. We still stayed up a lot of nights just talking, but I noticed that once Chase became a permanent fixture, all of that stopped. I had no clue why, though.

  I felt so damn bad right now. I was supposed to be laying there enjoying the aftermath of great sex with the best man I’d ever met and anticipating the amazing breakfast that he was currently whipping up. I was supposed to be happy, but all of a sudden, all I felt was guilt. Did I abandon my sister? For some dick, no less? Did I allow Chase to push her out of the way? Was I being selfish at the moment? Wait, didn’t I deserve a selfish moment? Gosh, I was such a horrible sister, and I needed to make things right.

  Grabbing my phone, I held it, trying to think of what to say to her. Maybe I was all upset over nothing and she was perfectly fine. What if I was tripping for nothing? I figured if I sent the text, at least she would know I was thinking about her.

  Before I could formulate any words, Chase came back into the room. All he had on was an apron while holding a tray full of food. I didn’t know which one I wanted to devour first. This man made me feel like electricity was shooting through my body with just eye contact. Where had he been all my life?

  Setting the tray down, he took a seat next to me and began to feed me breakfast. All thoughts of my lonely sister briefly flew right out of the window as I swallowed strawberries dipped in whipped cream, then eventually him because he was just too much to pass up. Gently setting the tray on the floor because I was always so nervous about ruining his white carpet, I leaned in from the side of him to take him into my mouth.

  He loved when I circled the head first, and I always took my time with him because he was more than a mouthful. A moan found its way out of my full mouth as his fingers found their way inside of me in a slow stroke that took my breath away momentarily. His fingers played my clit like a flute, causing me to explode prematurely, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet. My legs gave out, and I felt weak, but I knew with Chase I had to be ready to go. He did not give in easily, no matter how much I begged.

  I made sure my hair was out of the way so that he could see me in action. He loved to watch, and I certainly didn’t mind the attention. As he began to grow, I took him in deeper, trying but failing to swallow him whole. It was just too much. His deep moans were like music to my ears as I crawled in between his legs, freeing myself from the delicious torture that he was causing, and licked him like a lollipop from the base all the way to the tip, his pre-cum a pleasant surprise when I reached the top. I slurped at his honey greedily, hoping he would give me more.

  “Babe, let me in,” he spoke in a low tone as he began to pulsate on my tongue. Chase had miraculous control of his eruptions, and even if he fed me a nut, it was nothing for him to get it back up quickly so that we could keep rollin’.

  I didn’t respond. I just kept doing what I was doing. I could feel his toes curling next to me, and his grip on the back of my neck got a little tighter. Having him like this was the only moment when I could really be in total control of him. I loved the feeling. It let me know that I had what it took to please my man fully. I had no fear of anyone else. I always took care of him.

  “Babe . . . let me in, please.”

  He was starting to beg a little, and that shit had me ready to pop my damn self. Pleasing him truly pleased me, and I just knew I was in for a serious treat. I took that moment to gently lift his balls and slide my tongue into that space underneath, slurping and lapping at it just a little, while simultaneously stroking him with long, firm strokes. He was pulsing like crazy, and I knew the cream was slowly starting to rise to the top. He tasted sweet, and I definitely didn’t want to waste it, so I kept it going until I was sure he would cum for me.

  I took his testicles into my mouth one at a time, then made my way up the underside of his length until I was at the top, where a nice puddle of pre-cum waited for me. I took him into my mouth, softly humming as I tried to stuff all of him in without scratching him with my teeth. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me, but I wanted to swallow him first.

  One thing I was not was a prude in the bedroom. I was willing to try almost anything that was in reason. My man would not use the excuse of not being able to bust in my face to be fucking with some other bitch. I was down for whatever he was down for.

  Mentally, I was preparing myself, but when he finally did let go, it was just too much to take in at one time. I swallowed what I could and used the rest to jerk him back into an erection. There was no way I was about to let him out of me getting this last ride in before I left.

  Once he got himself together, he pulled me up from him, lifting my body up so that I was positioned over his dick. In a squatting position, I slowly started taking him in, holding on to the headboard for support. Damn, he felt good. I almost lost my footing when the pad of his thumb found my clit, causing me to scream out loud. That shit got me every time, and he knew it.

  “Don’t lose your balance, babe. Stay up there,” he coaxed me as he leaned up and took my nipples into his mouth one at a time.

  I didn’t think the piercings made a difference. I honestly just thought it was something cute to do, but once healed, they were overly sensitive and drove me crazy any time they were touched. I swear even a cold breeze had me standing at attention. Most times, I was thankful I had them done, and this was one of those moments.

  “Chase, wait. I can’t take it,” I pleaded with him. I was about to explode. My damn legs were starting to feel like wet noodles, and I was gushing out all over him. I could barely breathe as my entire body got hot, feeling like I was on fire.

  “Come on, ma. Let that shit out.”

  He grabbed me by my waist and held me still as he fed me his dick in long but powerful strokes. My damn brain was scrambled at this point, and I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. I felt like my damn head was spinning in a 360 on my shoulders, and I couldn’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth.

  “Cum on this dick. You can do it,” he cajoled me in a voice barely above a whisper, but I heard him loud and clear. That shit sent me into overdrive, and before I knew it, I was holding on to him for dear life as my orgasm drained me of everything I had left.

  He wasn’t done with me, though. He kept stroking me like he had something to prove. I was trying to get loose, but he had me locked down. I was straight losing control of everything, and I was loving it.

  He pulled out long enough to flip me over. I was half on the bed, half off, as he got right back in like he never left. He had my ass cheeks in a firm grip, spread apart so that he could get all the way in. He ha
d me pinned to the bed, and all I could do was lay there and take that shit as I used my pussy muscles to milk and squeeze him as he pushed in and pulled out. Lord have mercy, this man was the shit.

  I was all the way in it until something caught my eye. I saw my phone lying on the floor with my sister’s number on display. I must have accidently dialed her when we got started, but why hadn’t she hung up? Was she listening the entire time? I didn’t want to bring notice of it to Chase because that shit was weird. Why the hell would she be listening to me and my man having sex? Maybe she didn’t notice her phone had rung and it was in her purse or something.

  This man was giving me life and taking it back, and I couldn’t do shit but enjoy the moment. Just as he was flipping me over, I reached for the phone and pushed it under the bed so that he wouldn’t see the screen. It would have been too obvious for me to try to turn it off or disconnect the call, and I could only hope that she didn’t hear a damn thing and I was just losing my mind.

  What if that shit was on her voicemail? All kinds of thoughts went through my mind, but I had to get back in the game so that I didn’t throw him off. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

  Chase slowed it down and really took his time with me. As I stared into his eyes, I wondered if this was truly a forever thing. Would he ever betray me? What would our kids look like? Would he stay good to me?

  By the time we were done, he had cracked a hard nut that was so deep inside of me, it probably wasn’t a far trip to reach my damn ovaries. He laid on me for a while, kissing me deeply and professing his love to me. This man was a keeper for real, and I was glad I took a chance on him. Now, to figure out this shit with my sister.