Oh my God is right.“Ahmad,” I panted, clenching my thighs together.
“I’ll let you go,” he said, voice all teasing now. “Before I say somethin’ that make yo’ ass do somethin’.”
“You already did,” I said under my breath.
He chuckled. “Nah, don’t play wit’ me. You made a whole damn pact.”
I whined, dramatically. “I knowww… and I hate myself.”
“Nah, don’t hate yourself. Just… hold out. One more night, mamas.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one with a crazy sexual appetite and aheavytoy collection.”
He laughed. “Aight, I’m gone. Text me if you feel weak.”
“I’m already weak.”
“I’ll make it worth it. I gotchu.”
Click.
Closing my eyes, I rested my head against the headrest and exhaled. My pussy was thumping so damn hard, and my heart was skipping beats. “One more day, Tae. Just hold on for one more day. Don’t give in.”
After my little pep talk, I gathered my things and headed inside my apartment. Because I knew if I stayed in my car any longer, I was going to slide my hand between my thighs, fuck around, and fail the whole damn celibacy pact.
A f t e rT a e l y nh u n gup, I just lay in bed for a second with the phone still in my hand, grinning like a damn fool. I couldn’t even front, hearing her say she’d been thinking about me all day had me floating. Ain’t nothing like when a woman you really want admits she’d been fiending for you too. She missed a nigga. That shit was cute.
I ran a hand down my face and exhaled. That blunt had me stuck for a minute. I needed to get up and start my night, but damn if my body didn’t want to stay in bed and replay every second of the last time I was buried inside Taelyn’s pussy.
“Focus, nigga,” I muttered to myself, swinging my legs off the bed and sitting up. I still had a couple of errands to run before linking with my nigga Melz, and then it was back to the grind.
By five, I was pulling up to the barbershop. The door chimed when I walked in, and the scent of clippers, fresh fades, and loud ass jokes slapped me in the face like always. “Ayeeee! Look who finally stopped by!” D, my barber, called out, nodding me toward his chair. “I thought yo’ ass was gonna start growin’ locs the way you ain’t been up in here.”
I dabbed up a few of the fellas on the way, laughing. “Nigga, you just stay booked like you cut for Drake and shit. Damn.”
D laughed, snapping the cape around me. “I’m just tryna get on yo’ level. You still drivin’ the school bus and runnin’ them quickie drops?”
“Gotta do what I gotta do,” I said, leaning back in the chair. “Tryna buy a house. I’m stackin’ every penny.”
“Aye, respect,” one of the other barbers said. “No shame in that. Lotta folks out here lazy as hell. You always been on yo’ grind.”
D clicked on the clippers. “What you tryna get into this weekend anyway? You got that look.”
I smirked. “Valentine’s shit.”
“Oooh, he doin’ the grown man thang!” another dude chimed in. “Wine and dine?”
“Somethin’ chill,” I said, trying to keep it cool, but lowkey I was hype.
D grinned. “Ol’ girl you been rockin’ wit’ for a minute?”
“Hell nah. I deaded that shit. I got somethin’ else lined up.” The shop erupted when I said that shit.
“Ohhh yeah, he cuffing!”
“Nah, I ain’t cuffed. Not yet,” I said, chuckling. “But she pressure, though.” D finished up, lined me crispy, and sent me out the door grinning.
My next stop was the liquor store. I walked in and grabbed a bottle of Remy for the night like it was second nature. Then, I picked up some Patrón for tomorrow, remembering Taelyn like that shit.
