“Yes you do. You’re just still hurting and don’t know how to handle that.”
“I’m not hurting,” she confessed. “The hurt has passed. I’m vengeful.”
“Who hurt you, Hyph?”
There was a brief pause and then a sigh.
“Zeek.”
I felt my face twitch. I was unfamiliar with the name.
“Then Zeek is the only motherfucker you should be serving revenge. I ain’t done shit to you, baby girl.”
“I know. I’m jus– I just want more for myself before I let another person in.”
“That’s fair.”
“Yeah. I just need more for myself. I’m not where I want to be. I’m not who I want to be. But, I will be.”
“And, I’ll be there. Cheering you on. Patting your back. Rubbing your feet, running errands and whatever else the fuck you need. You’re stuck with me, Trouble. You’re stuck with me.”
The faint sounds of snoring were comical. Hyph had fallen asleep mid-conversation. Baby girl was gone. And, she was comfortable enough around me to know I’d take good care of her.
“Get some rest, baby.”
4:24a
The clock on the nightstand revealed the time. I’d lost track of it. That was easy with Hyphen.
I was happy to see her sleeping instead of running or trying to escape whatever was becoming of us. But, rest wasn’t how she wanted to end her night.
“Mmmm.”
After an hour of sleep, her lips were around my tool, waking me from my slumber. Shortly after, her walls were surrounding the same dick that had been in her mouth. Her hands were on my shoulders. Her feet were planted firmly on the bed. My toes were curled, painfully so.
“Fuck, baby.”
I pulled her left titty in my mouth, attempting to distract myself from the sound of her ocean against my submarine. She slid up and down my shit with precision. Never missing a beat.
“Hyph, you gone make me spit up in your shit,” I warned.
“Feels sooooooo good.”
It did. She did. We did.
“Hyyyph.”
“Mmmm.”
She moved her hands from my shoulders to the bed, and then to her ankles.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
