Her voice was cracked with emotion. She closed her eyes, briefly.
“I love you,” I responded. “I’m sorry.”
“But, I won’t give you the chance to break everything I’ve built. I won’t let you, Ishmael. So tell me right now– is this what you truly want? Is this what your heart needs? Is this too much for you to handle? Will this still be enough for you twenty years down the line? Or am I just something to do for now? Someone to keep space. Someone to keep your dick wet. Your thoughts occupied?”
“I want this, my baby. Not for now. Forever.”
“I can’t deal with heartbreak. I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
“Bury me next to the biggest fool in the cemetery, Royce. Because the second I break your heart, I would have become an even bigger fool.”
Silence.
She searched my eyes for a reason to doubt me but all she found was the regret from my actions and the parts of my soul she’d uprooted with her weariness.
“Don’t be mad with me,” I pleaded.
“I’m not. I’m sad with you.”
I closed my eyes and released my next breath.
“How can I fix it?”
“Put your tongue on my pussy.”
I opened my eyes, staring into those mirroring dark orbs.
“Anything else?”
Her requests would be granted. All she had to do was say the fucking word.
“Your phone.”
I winced from the pain of loosening my grip. There was nothing more I wanted at the tips of my fingers than Royce. Still, I fought through the aches to retrieve my cell. She removed it from my fingers and typed in the code I’d never given her but had never hid from her either.
“Ishmael.”
Her legs widened. Her elbows carried her weight.
Taking heed to her warning, I pulled up the chair I’d lifted her from. Dinner was ready.
I buried my head between her legs. Her arousal was potent. Her pussy was precious. Her vulva was soaking.
Deprivation was an issue for us both.
“Mmmm.”
My tongue touched Royce’s clit. Greed wouldn’t allow me to ease into the assignment. I pulled her into my mouth, sucking on her sensitivity.
The sound of a connecting FaceTime call didn’t halt my movement. I slid my index and middle fingers inside of her.
“Uhhhhh. Yessss.”
“Hello?”
Asia’s voice registered immediately. Royce was playing dirty, but I admired her game, nonetheless. The woman on the phone had put an unnecessary stain on my campaign. Her jealousy could easily be the end of my run. It could be the reason I wasn’t victorious at the polls.
And it was all due to her jealousy. She’s birthed false narratives in her head, forcing herself to believe we had something we didn’t. Asia had never been more than a piece of pussy for me. Nothing more had ever been evident. Boundaries were clear. So were roles. Asia knew hers.
