“I mean, but it ain’t a lie though. We still strangers.”
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes.
“I still remember how them walls grip, Suki.” He paused. “But if that’s what you’re on, we can start this shit back over for the culture.”
“I’m doing my girl a favor, that’s it.”
He gripped his dick through his pants. It was a big piece to, but like I said… subpar.
“Come do me a favor and bounce on it.”
I was such a hoe because my knees got weak, and my pussy throbbed like he’d said the magic words. It was the liquor. Let me get away from him before something happens.
“Boy, bye.”
I got out the car, rushing to Eris’ door to let myself in, but I wasn’t walking fast because I heard his car door close. Nothing was working. My hands fumbled, keys were deep down in my damn purse. And why the hell was the world spinning suddenly?
“You tried running from the dick before, you see how many times you came back for it?” he said in my ear. Breath brisking against my earlobe.
“Tonight’s a fresh start. I’m not fucking you.”
“Says who?”
“Me, and you know I put that on everything. So, if you’re trying to get to know me again, start fresh. My girl hooked us up and I’m gon’ do right by her.”
He leaned back with an expression I couldn’t read.
“Dead ass.”
“You’ll get the pussy on my time.”
He ran his hand down his face with a drag.
“Fuck, man, that shit gon’ be hard.”
“Night, City.”
I walked inside, closed the door and let out the craziest exhale, not believing what I did. Shit, that’s new even for me. City was spared tonight because Lord knows this liquor had me leaking and ready.
Istood by the door thinking she’d open it. When she didn’t, I chuckled and walked my ass back to the whip. No sweat for a nigga like me. Suki moved different. Always had. That’s why that pussy hit good like that. She knew what it was.
Getting into the car, I slid into seat, lit my blunt, pulled out the driveway and hit the street. Pistol on my lap. Survival first, streets second. Head always on a swivel. That’s how you survived. I let the windows down– gasoline, asphalt, real street shit. That’s what I grew up with.
I tapped my screen, seen a few messages. I scrolled for something to do. I needed my dick wet and since Suki wasn’t giving no pussy, I had to go where it’s available. A mothafucka like me was never taking no pussy that wasn’t willingly being given.
Instead of texting back, I rolled up on a crib that I knew without question was ready for me. No introductions, no talking. That’s all I needed. I flickered my lights into her window, got out then tucked it on me. When I made it to the door, she was opening it.
“I’ve been waiting,” Star greeted as she released her robe showing her brown skin, naked ass body.
She shut the door behind me, dropped to her knees and got to work. Didn’t even let me inside the crib good enough. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I laughed at how thirsty a nigga looked back there with Suki. That wasn’t even me. I was bargaining with her ass. It felt like she had me in her corner pocket. Nah, I had to move around.
“You like that?” Star asked, breaking me from my thoughts. Her spit slipping from her lips. She bobbed like she wanted the nut in one swipe. Her head was good, but she was trying too hard to get me there.
I closed my eyes again, laid my head back against the door and pushed her head back down.
While she worked, I couldn’t stop thinking about Suki. That shit she hit me with earlier had me fucked up a bit. I ain’t a soft nigga, didn’t do love. I’ve been burned by that shit once and ever since then, it’s been fuck these hoes. But Suki had a nigga looking weird. She put up a boundary and it still had me thinking about her.
It must’ve been the liquor or the good ass time I had with her, my boy and her people. I liked a mothafucka that popped shit. Even though we spanked their asses on the table, she took that loss her way. Her energy was always fire to me.
