“Yes, baby.” I moaned the words out.
“Good because after you nut, I want you to suck all the nut out of this dick so you can taste the magic we both create together.” He grunted.
Soon as the nasty words left his mouth, my orgasm exploded through my body. I shuddered and moaned out his name, he short stroked my pussy purposely to make sure that my orgasm slammed into me in waves.
Dreu held me tightly against his chest as I continued to shake like it was below twenty degrees in this room. Once my shaking subsided, he laid down on his back, dick glistening with themagic we created. I was eager to suck his dick and catch all the nut he had to give.
“You still love me?” He asked.
My eyes traced every rigid line of his toned body before I hungrily licked my lips. I didn’t have all the answers to any of my own wondering questions and reservations regarding Dreu right now. I knew I was going to take my time while enjoying our much-needed time together again.
Chapter 9
Dreu
Two weeks later
For the first time in what felt like forever, I had a day with no beats blasting in my ear. I didn’t have to worry about my label calling me or Rina’s annoying ass asking me to “be more marketable”. I enjoyed my silence and space from work life but started to hate the silence that came with actually being alone.
The silence gave me time to think. Although me and Jatavia talked just about every day, she still hadn’t given into what all we talked about. I already knew that a relationship wouldn’t come overnight, I wasn’t expecting that from her right off the back. She still took her ass to work, which was crazy as hell to me, but I understood it in her defense.
I was just happy to be able to talk to her every damn day and get to know the new her. Our conversation last night made me smirk when I thought I came close to convincing her to come visit me.
“Maybe I can come to the studio with you sometimes,” she giggled into the phone. “Help you perfect your rhymes.” She said playfully.
I took that shit so seriously, I clicked on the facetime icon and waited for her smooth chocolate face to take up the screen.She accepted the video call, and I remained silent just to look at her. I could just imagine how sweet and soft she smelled like. She had a satin scarf on her head, a red cotton gown that I was sure she got from Walmart.
Maybe she put that red gown on because she knew it was my favorite damn color. Either way, I was just happy to see her full round face smiling at the camera happy to see me.
“So you want to help me stay on beat?” I chuckled.
“Just a little, Big D,” She playfully rolled her eyes then laid back in her bed. “I was listening to some of your songs, and I think you get too excited and energetic when the beat drops that you get a little ahead of yourself when you start your flow.” She smiled.
I didn’t even take what she said as an insult. My chest swelled with pride from her just mentioning that she had taken the time to actually listen to my music. That shit to me meant that she was thinking about me.
“So what you suggest?” I asked.
“Let the beat breathe first… You gotta nod your head and hold your nuts, like you about to own that shit. Then when you good and ready, you let that shit rip.” She laughed.
“Okay Ms. Producer… Come out to Cali for a couple of days, I gotta hit the studio to start recording my new album. I can put you in a hotel or you can come and stay with me.” I suggested.
She chewed on her bottom lip then looked away from the camera.
“I want to see you, Pancakes. Help a nigga fix his flow in person.” I smirked then quickly tried to muster up sad eyes.
Jatavia told me she would think about it. Today was a new day, we talked on the phone early this morning before she went to work. We even texted here and there throughout the day, but she hadn’t mentioned coming to Cali. Vegas was only an hour flight. I would happily put her on my family jet or have her flyin first class. I just didn’t want to appear too pushy with her stubborn ass, so I let it rest for now.
I decided to do the only thing that would help me keep my mind off Jatavia. I went to Bleu’s house. Bleu’s new house sat tucked in the hills, gated to give him the extra privacy away from thirsty ass media. All of our properties remained on the outskirts of L.A. Breeze was known as a small city owned by us Langston’s. Paparazzi didn’t come here at all like that and if they did, it’s because they snuck their way in. A little bit after him and Truly got married they turned the house he gave her into storage and work.
Bleu had a house built from ground up and let Truly assist him on the blueprint. It was a nice six-bedroom flat style family home, that felt cozy when you walked in. I used my key to get in. Soon as I stepped inside, the smell of sauteed onions, garlic, and something herbal wrapped around me.
I loved Truly cooking because she could really throw down and used her own seasonings that she created to cook with. I quickly kicked my shoes off excited to see my nephews and niece and headed towards the den where I knew my brother would be.
He sat stretched out on the couch with Kreu propped on his chest. True laid beside him in a soft lounger, kicking his little legs like he was eager to run.
“Uncle D, is here to help on this nice Saturday evening.” Bleu said with smile.
“I guess, I’m right on time. I didn’t want to stop by ya mom and dad house to eat, things been weird between them.” I replied, walking over to pick up True.
