I’m flawed, fucked up and addicted to things that won’t do anything but destroy me.
I’m so fucked up that all I can hear is Bryson’s voice bragging about how my baby did the unthinkable for him that one day in the locker room. He’s so green that he thinks he owns her by default, but that’s not how life works—not on Earth and especially not on Planet Ace. Now I hear Blake trying to convince her that life with me was worth it, even if it wasn’t a walk in the park.
“Open your mouth like I taught you,” I whisper.
Bryson wouldn’t even know what to do with her like this—on the floor, with her mouth open, staring up and waiting on my next thought, breath, and move so she can follow. He doesn’t know shit about having so much control over something so precious and I guess that’s the only way I can cope with all these upset, mad, and angry feelings Phat says I’m experiencing on a day where I’ll remember everything.
She exhales when I guide my dick into her mouth and pass her teeth.
She doesn’t know what to do with it, so it sits there until she remembers the times I pushed my fingers down her throat to make room for this moment. There’s no elaborate tongue tricks, deep throating, or hand-twisting, but I don’t need that from her. She suckles on it like she’s soothing herself instead of me while I rake my fingers across her face.
“Are you showing me forever, baby?” I smile.
She pinches her eyes shut. “Mhmm...”
The soft vibrations from her humming climbs up my body and I want to talk again like we did when I fell into her for the first time.
I exhale, relishing in the warmth from her mouth. “You being a good girl for real today? Or are you running game because you know my head gone?”
She hums out an incoherent response with her eyes still closed.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
She nods, swallowing another inch of my dick and then prying her eyes apart.
Our eyes lock.
Hers are heavy like she downed that glass I left by the kitchen sink this morning, but I know she’s just drunk off of me again.
I brush my knuckles underneath her eyes while Bryson’s voice bounces around my head and takes up space between her grunts:“I was here before you and I’ll be here after you. She’ll do anything for me.”
My hips thrust up without my brain guiding them. They’re slow strokes that give her a chance to taste every part of herself she left on me while grinding in my lap. Tears well along the edges of her eyes while I push as deep as she lets me until she lets out a ragged choke and braces herself against my thighs.
I swipe the tears away. “Shhh. Mind over matter, remember?”
It’s a reminder for myself too, because she was right all along. I haven’t drank today, so how the fuck can I stop when she can feel all of me now?
“Take it,” I grunt out. “Take it for me.”
Her throat relaxes.
I grip her braids and pull out of her mouth just enough to get what I want because I made her crazy enough to give meanythingI want. She even wants to absorb all of these feelings that I swear I haven’t felt in so long.
I massage the base of her throat. “You’d do anything for me, huh?”
She gives me more enthusiastic nodding that reminds me of how wild Bryson’s imagination has to be and how obsessed I have to be with Phat for me to beef with another dude so much in my head.
“I know.” I coo, pressing my fingers into her tiny Adam’s apple and making it harder for her to hold steady while holding on to all of me. “Since you’d do anything for me, I should make you take your ass back in that store and tell Brandy how much money I spend on you. I should make you tell her how you wanted a break just so you could come and fix shit for me. I should do that, huh, baby? Make you tell her you always getting your way because I got you so damn spoiled.”
Satisfaction coats her face after my angry words fall out like she didn’t have all the power to fuck up Brandy and her jersey chasing ways.
“You won’t do none of that though.” I shake my head, pushing further into her mouth to induce another choke. “You talk all this good shit when we home, but down on Earth, you won’t even tell a nigga that I can’t breathe without you. Why you won’t tell him thatI’mthe only one that’s ever been inside you? Why you won’t tell him I’m the beginning and end for you? Hm? Why you won’t tell him how good I feel?”
She’s the beginning,middle, and end for me, but I’ve already told her enough simp shit to last a lifetime.
“Spontaneous, angry after-practice love-making? You really think your ass grown.” I laugh, stabbing the soft insides of her round cheek and then patting it with my fingers. “You ain’t grown until you learn how to open your mouth and check a chick for insinuating that you ruined some non-existent shit between me and her. Fuck her. I don’t even want her and youknowthat, but you keep letting her between us.”
Fuck.
