“Good evening, everyone,” I greet as the foursome turns toward me with pleasant smiles.
“Aren’t you rather smashing tonight, Ms. Jariyah. I’m so glad we brought our son with us tonight. Your mother was just telling us to expect you soon.”
Some things never change. Another couple and another son whose pedigree speaks to Mom’s agenda for me. Ugh.
“Thank you, Mr. Kent, for that nice compliment.” My response is the only one I can formulate because I don’t desire to meet or interact with his son.
“No problem. Here comes Brian now.”
A prickle at the nape of my neck forms, my fingers twitch, and tightness spreads across my chest at hearing Mr. Kent’s words.
“Aren’t you a sight for my eyes. Good to see you again, Jariyah,” Brian Kent greets as his hand lands on my back.
My breath catches like my lungs haven’t decided if it’s safe to finish the job. My skin becomes cold and clammy as I gently take a step out of Brian’s hold before I take in his mustard-coloredsuit. His light skin looks lackluster, and the frames covering his eyes have me wondering if I have something in my clutch to wipe them clean. My gaze is stuck on Brian for countless seconds as I ponder how he can see with the smudges on his glasses. The smile on his face makes me feel like he thinks he’s won first place for his prized pig.
A vibration from my clutch breaks my stare down and gives me the out I need to end whatever this is intended to become.
“Uh, it could be work. If you’ll excuse me for a moment.”
“Not a problem. Come find us when you’re done,” Mom says.
I make a beeline from the group of five as my heart races with each step I take away from them. I enter the hallway a minute later and retrieve my phone to see an unsaved number on my screen. I unlock my device and open my text app to read the new message that awaits me.
380-331-2026:
Hey, it’s Nicole. My brother has agreed to a date with you. I’ll let you know the specifics once he provides them.
Me:
You can give him my number so you don’t have to feel obligated to be our middleman. *winking emoji*
380-331-2026:
Say less.
My heart beats faster, my teeth sink into my bottom lip, and my palms become sweaty as I reread Nicole’s message. I have no idea what her brother’s name is or what he looks like, but damn if I’m not excited. One thing I know without question is that he should be different than the two men I have encountered since my arrival tonight. Or at least I hope so.
“Watch your teeth.” The scrape along my dick causes my eyes to pop open and my hands to lose their hold on the head in my grip.
The eager house mouse moans before slow sucks echo around the room. It takes a second for pleasure to return as I enjoy the warmth of the mouth wrapped around my dick. It’s crazy that I don’t know this woman’s name despite what’s happening. But around here, house mice come a dime a dozen, so I have never cared to learn any of their names.
*Slurp! Gawk!*
My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and my hands tighten on the head of the woman working to bring me to a release. This is what I need after a long week. Tingles form in my toes but dissipate when my phone rings. My brain takes a second to catch up, and I release my hands to retrieve my phone from the nightstand without breaking the woman’s connection.
“Hello.” My voice is low and somewhat strained due to my compromised position.
“Hello, Son. I just called because I miss you.”
A sigh escapes my mouth at hearing Ma’s voice on the other end of my line. Of all times for her to call, this is the worst. I probably should stop the woman who’s deep throating my dick, but my hormones have the best of me.
“N-now isn’t a good time for me, Ma. Can I call you back?”
Come on, Ma, give me an out. I need this nut.
“First Nicole. Then you. Why would you leave me, Chayse? You know I’m getting up there in age. I don’t know how long the good Lord will give me grace on this Earth.”
I should be used to Ma's healthy serving of guilt, but boy, does she know how to pile it on thick. It’s been a year since I moved from Columbus to Ribax, and Ma still finds opportunities to whine about my decision.
