“Cass, I really, really want you to fuck me.” She ran her hands down to his manhood, and she smirked.“And it looks like you really want that too.”
She didn’t fucking come. You don’t owe her shit. She don’t want you, he thought, as he tried to justify the decision he was about to make. Rejection was a harsh consequence of his actions, and it stung to know that Sloan thought so low of him. He had waited all night for her to walk through the door, and the realization that she wasn’t coming was a blow to his ego. No matter how much he grew, or how successful he became, Sloan would never see him past the day he had been sentenced. She had him like a little-ass boy out here, pining over his first heartbreak. Most men went through this earlier in life. Sloan had a grown man paralyzed. He was out of sorts, so much so that he was about to send good pussy home. He trapped Lola’s hands, but she pulled them loose and reached for his face, planting her lips against his.
“This is a bad idea,” he said, pulling his head away. His heart and mind were at war. Emotions versus ego. He knew Lola was just filling space, substituting for the absence of another, and repairing an ego that was fragile and looking for redemption. His dick pressed into her, lust-filled, seeking pleasure. She would be good for the night, but in the morning, his longing for a woman he couldn’t have would still be there. Sloan confused him. She was a puzzle he couldn’t construct. He could feel her attraction but couldn’t understand her will to deny herself of something this potent. It was torture. She was a drug, and he needed to be high on her. He was glad that he hadn’t indulged in Sloan before he had gone to prison. To crave something like he craved her but be locked away from it for a lifetime would have killed him.
“It’sthe best idea you’ve ever had,” Lola whispered as she got on her knees. He took a step back, but she reached for his belt, undoing it with expertise. Cassidy’s dick grew as she rubbed him through his tuxedo pants. “I’m going to suck your dick so good, boy,” she teased as she got her on her hands and knees for her prize.
“Damn, man,” he whispered as he looked down at her. She was gorgeous. That mouth was available and ready, and her pretty stiletto nails were wrapped around his dick, stroking him like this was her profession. Cassidy just needed to release his stress. It would be so easy to let Lola top him off and then fuck her good before sending her on her way, but he couldn’t. He stepped back out of her reach and gathered himself, zipping his pants.
“Get up, man. I’ma put you in a car,” Cassidy grumbled, swiping a hand of frustration down his face. His body was screaming one thing; his mind was screaming another.
Why the fuck hadn’t she shown up? He had waited most of the night before calling it, and the thought of being so close to having her as his own haunted him. Sloan’s phone call had given him hope. Seeing her at his father’s house had poured gasoline on a fire he had been trying his hardest to snuff out. The burning in his soul was out of control. It had spread like the winds of San Andreas had blown the blaze everywhere. Sloan was on his mind, heavy on his heart, and she had burrowed deeply into his soul. He was here with this beautiful woman. She was young, she was sexy, she was willing to please him in every kind of way, and he couldn’t do it. Sloan wasn’t even his girl, and she had his conscience in a chokehold. It was like she enjoyed the string she had tied around his heart. She told him no, but then pleaded with him for reassurance. A part of him wanted to fuck with Lola just off GP to show Sloan he had options, to make her watch while he loved another woman to perfection. But his devotion wasn’t created for all. His options were fuckable. His options were physical. His desire to love a woman from the top of her head to the soles of her feet wasn’t universal. It was reserved for one. He didn’t know if his sentiments regarding Sloan were locked in his mind because of the way he had memorialized her while he was locked in that cell or if this was real. His father had warned him of this, of being trapped in a time and space that represented his days of freedom before he went to prison. Pretty-ass Sloan, his sister’s best friend, the one he had mashed niggas out over because they were his age checking her out. Sloan, the girl he made sure he bought an extra pizza for on Friday nights because she didn’t eat what his family ate, and she would have to pick the toppings off. Sloan was just Sloan, and no amount of pussy, no matter how top-tier it was, would shift his focus. He was just a man who wanted to love a woman. One woman, but she was playing with him.
“Or you can put me in your bed? We both know you want to.” Lola was young and persistent, after dick that she knew would change her life if she plotted on it right.
“Yeah, I really, really fuckin’do,” he groaned, fighting the lust coursing through his veins.“But I’mapass,” he said. He walked over to the door, held it open for her, and removed his phone from his slacks.“Your ride will be waiting for you downstairs. Type your shit in.”
Lola couldn’t believe he was turning her down.“You’re serious?” she asked.
“Itain’t you, trust,” Cassidy stated, blowing out a breath of overwhelm.
Lola grabbed the phone, typed in her address, and then stared up at him, confused.
“Cassidy?” she said.“I’m right here in your face. I promise you I’llmake you forget everything that’s on your mind. I’llbe everything you need me to be in that bed, on these counters, in the shower, on the floor, whenever you need it, however you need it. There isn’t a place on my body I won’t let you enter. Slide down my throat, Cassidy,” she damn near moaned the words, and his dick swelled.“I will milk that dick so good, baby, all you got to do is let me.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips. Cassidy believed every word. If she sucked dick half as good as she was sucking on his tongue, she would take his soul.
He picked her up and pushed her back against the door, closing it.
“Give me all that,” she whispered as she felt how hard he was.“I’m so wet.” He kissed her, and flashes of his night with Sloan rushed his mind. He went to Lola’s neck, and she cried out, but he heard Sloan’s voice. He turned Lola around roughly, and she lifted her hands to the wall, willing, ready. So ready, and he couldn’t.
“Fuck,” he whispered. He took a step back, placing one hand on his dick.
“She’s not here, Cass,” Lola panted, turning around to face him.
“Who?” he asked.
“You know who,” Lola said.“Sloanisn’t here. I’d never not be here for you.” Lola was almost begging. Cassidy held his chin up and flicked his nose, sniffing away frustration and willing discipline to send her pretty ass away. He knew she was telling the truth. Lola would be there. She would be loyal. She would be available. She would worship the ground he walked on. She would never tell him no. He could have his way with her, and still, he turned her down.
“Your car’s probably here,” he said.
“For the record, if Sloan doesn’t realize what she has, she’sa fool. Call me if you ever change your mind. You’re a good man, Cass. When you’re ready, hit me up.”
Lola walked over to him and put her hand to the side of his face. He moved it out of her grasp.“You have a good night.”
She scoffed and then walked out, sticking her middle finger up and leaving the door open as she made her exit. Cassidy went to close the door, and then he looked around at the empty space.
“Fuck, man,” Cassidy said, flopping down on his couch as he gripped his phone.“Damn girlgon’drive me fucking crazy.” He wanted to press Sloan, but how could he show any sort of conviction without it looking like aggression to her? He wasn’t a passive-ass nigga. She was already terrified of him. As much as he wanted to force her to see him, force her to talk to him, he had to wait for her to come to him. It seemed she had made her decision, however, and as much as it hurt, as much as he wanted to fight for her, he couldn’t do anything but respect it.
“Sloanisn’t answering the phone,”Shy said.“Do we really want to do this without her?”
“Just let her be,” Ellie said.
“She’sa part of this girl tribe. You know the rules. When we come to Jesus, we got to come together in prayer,” Courtney stated.
“We can’t make her disloyal ass answer,” Ellie snapped.
“Let’s just record the prayer and send it to her,” Shy suggested. She was never not in content mode. She set her phone up on a tripod and pressed record.
“This bet not go up on your social media,” Ellie sniped.
