The needy lady restarted her strip tease, yet I couldn’t concentrate on Melli. From the moment I spotted Essen in the same room, she owned my senses. Even through the cloud of smoke I forced from my lungs, I became hypnotized by her firm breasts and the small pudge in her stomach. The drugs may have guided the declaration to the front of my thoughts, but it was something I had always known.
“Who is that nigga?” I grumbled under my breath when Essen’sdateinterrupted her show. I grimaced when he kissed her neck. I scooted to the edge of the couch when his hand disappeared between her thighs. If I hadn’t taken the pill, I would have ruined everyone’s night and ended his life. I wasn’t used to seeing Essen being with anyone, and having a front row seat changed the way I thought of her.
As if thirsting for her own touch, Essen gripped her breasts and tossed her head back. Her lips molded into a circle as her chest rose and collapsed rapidly. I couldn’t hear the words she muttered, but judging by the greedy way she grabbed ol’ boy’s wrist, I knew she was about to cum.
“Aww, shit.” I mouthed the words.
After a few minutes, the sound of Essen’s pleasure climbed over the music. Her partner reached up and covered her mouth, causing her eyelids to part. The instant she spotted me, her shoulders dropped, and all the chocolate on her bones melted to the floor. Her shock was evident, but Essen didn’t seem as spooked by my presence as I was by hers. Soon, her one-sided grin replaced her parted lips, letting me know she wasn’t fazed.
“Mm.” Melli nibbled on my earlobe and massaged my hard-on. “I think we can skip the show and head to The Red Room. Are you ready?”
I couldn’t move. The sight of Essen playing with her bald pussy bolted me to my seat. My dick was so hard, I started to copy the other couples and bend Melli over right where we sat. Then again, I couldn’t disrespect Essen by having sex in front of her regardless of what she was doing with the next nigga.
“Where did she go?” I wondered aloud once I noticed her section was empty.
“Are you serious?” Melli pouted. “We’re supposed to be spending time together, and you’re more concerned withher.”
“You know how to get my attention, Melli. Do yo’ thang.”
Melli dropped to her knees and piloted my zipper down with her teeth. Hard as a bullet, my dick stood at attention. Since Essen was nowhere in sight, I felt comfortable to get loose. Between squinted eyes, I watched Melli fill her mouth with ice. Like a pro, she anchored the cubes down the side of my pipe with her tongue. The instant I blacked out the Christmas lights over my head, images of Essen getting finger fucked played in my mind. Mouth open, head back, I moaned at the ceiling like a wolf speaking to the moon.
“You suckin’ that shit like a pro,” I mumbled. “There you go. Take this big muthafucka down your throat.” My dick twitched against the back of Melli’s throat when I envisioned my little helper swiped her long tongue over one of her nipples.
“Work the head like that. Fuck. I’m about to nut, Essen!”
The name slipped from my lips just as my nut leaked down my shaft. Heavy breathing controlled my chest, making it hard to respond to Melli’s warped appearance.
“Loso!” Melli slapped my thigh. “Are you fucking serious? You really in here hollering the next bitch’s name?”
“Stop yelling, and calm yo’ ass down. Why are you flexing? You admitted you brought me here to see Essen, and now you’re mad because of my reaction?”
She sat back on her knees and pouted. “I don’t know why you’re flipping this around on me. This was supposed to be my Christmas gift to you. You’re making it about a bitch you could never have.” She shook her head. “Wait until I tell my bitches about this shit.”
I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against her. “You’re in your feelings, and I respect that, but don’t get beside yourself. You open your mouth about anything that happened here tonight, and your family will celebrate your life along with the holiday.”
Chapter 5
Essen
From the back of the lecture hall, I listened to Caleb educate students on the importance of financial literacy. Every December since we met, the professor held a class on investments, then gifted each student money to purchase stocks. His actions were admirable, but the class was boring. The only reason I showed up was because we had plans to go shopping for ski gear once he was done. We were set to leave the city in two weeks, and one of the main reasons I agreed to vacation in the snow was so I could strut around in fly labels and ride dick in a cabin.
As I scrolled through my phone, I saw Shiloh sent me a text.
Loh:Where you at, Princess?
I frowned at the nickname.Working, I messaged back.
Loh:You coming over today?
“No! Don’t you get tired of me hanging around your house?” I muttered as I typed.
Loh:Take the bass out your voice!
I rolled my eyes.I’m busy, Shiloh.
Loh:Busy, huh? Don’t get nobody fucked up. I would hate to make a nigga’s mama plan a repast right before we celebrate Jesus’ birthday.
Seriously? Shiloh, whether you want to believe it or not, I’m grown. I’m not coming over. I’ll see you before you go on your trip.
