I loosened my grip on her wrist and she wiggled free, grabbing hold of my dick.
“Shit,” she hissed. “Where the room at?”
I pulled my lips into my mouth as she rubbed on my dick. I needed to stop her, but I didn’t. Couldn’t for real. Felt like eating didn’t do shit but make me feel more drunk. The room started to spin a little, and I let her have her way. I couldn’t lie though, the shit felt good. A little too good. To a point where I just let her do her. I didn’t stop her when she slid her hand down my Nike joggers and gripped my dick. Didn’t stop her when I felt her tongue on my earlobe either. I let her do her and got harder with every passing second.
“Duke. Where is the… the hotel room?” She asked again. “Shit yo dick fat as hell.”
“Man, we ain’t?—
“We ain’t what? Stop playing, Duke. You said you wanted to leave. Let me take you back to the room. I’m not as drunk as you.”
I bit down on my bottom lip when she caressed the tip of my dick. Fuck.
“Ay, look…”
“Tell me where the room at, Duke. Please,” she begged, kissing me on the side of my neck. “Fuck the room. We can go back to my house. I’m not going to sleep without gettin’ some of this dick first. Mmh… I’m gone suck your dick so fuckin good, Duke. Let me suck your dick. Please.”
My dick jumped and I slouched down on the couch a little further so she could grip it better. She did, picking up on the cue. Lazily, I opened my eyes and turned to look over at her. As soon as I did, she kissed me. Parted my lips with her tongue and swirled hers around mine. I pulled away a little and she moved forward, sucking on my tongue.
“You want this shit as bad as I do,” she said, pulling away from the kiss. Grabbing my hand, she slid it down the front of her leggings and placed it on her bare pussy. “You see how wet I am?”
“Man, we doin’ too much. Watch out, Tali,” I said, pulling my hand away.
I was tripping. Slipping. I didn't want to fuck Tali. I couldn’t. It was too much of a risk. But damn her pussy was wet and phat as fuck. My fingers were sticky with her juices. She grabbed my hand and sucked my fingers dry of her juices.
“See? I’ma suck your dick just as good. Let me?—”
Before she could finish her sentence, there was movement in the distance, like somebody was on their way to the living room. She moved away from me and sat up, pretending to be eating the chili fries. I didn’t move. I stayed where I was, with my head tossed back against the couch. Except my eyes weren’t closed.They were opened, and I had them centered on the popcorn ceiling.
Fuck was I doing?
Fuck was this shit doing to me? I wasn’t that nigga anymore. I didn’t do shit like this. Especially not with Talia. I was slipping. I was slippingbadbecause on my momma I was about five seconds away from giving her the address to the room.
“Damn nigga, you fried,” Said Tank, walking into the room.
“Hell yeah,” I mumbled. “Not that fried tho’. Toss me the keys, nigga.”
He laughed. “Man hell naw! Niggas won’t be getting into accidents on my watch. You might as well get real comfortable, bro. Tal’, grab him a sheet out the closet.”
Talia looked over at me, pushed up off the couch and walked off.
I sucked my teeth. “Nigga I’m not staying here. Give me my fuckin’ keys, bro.”
Tank sat on the other side of me. “So I can get a call from sis about you bein’ in a tragic accident? Fuck no. It’s cool, nigga. Just chill. Couple hours and you can skate. Soon as you sober up. You actin like I got roaches or some shit.”
I grabbed my head and shook it. This nigga bro. I understood. I would have done the same shit if the shoe were on the other foot but still. I needed to go. I needed to get to my wife. I didn’t know what time it was, but it didn’t matter. As soon as Tank gave me the keys, I was heading in the direction of home. Fuck that hotel room.
“I need to get to the crib bro,” I said, as Talia walked back into the living room with a sheet.
She handed it to me, and I just looked at her. She had this smirk on her face that I didn't like. Bitch was foul for real. As good as her hands felt wrapped around my dick a minute ago,I still felt violated. Because if I wasn’t drunk she wouldn’t have pulled that shit. At all.
I looked away, shook my head and told Tank to give me my keys again.
“Get cozy my nigga. I’m not comin up off them keys until the sun come up.”
Eventually I stopped askingfor the keys and chilled. I don’t know how long Tank kicked it with me in the living room. At some point I must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I was waking up to Talia sucking my dick. She was going to work too. Had a mean ass grip around my shit, bobbing up and down, sucking on me like it was the last dick she would ever suck. The house was dark and dead quiet with the exception of her sucking noises.
I pulled my lips into my mouth and grabbed a fistful of her hair, trying to pull her off my shit. Instead of bulging, she put her hand on the back of mine and pushed down, pushing my dick further to the back of her throat.
