“Oh,fuck!” I shout. His gaze is the only thing keeping me tethered to this realm, as he finger fucks me through the first orgasm I’ve had in months. My legs quiver violently as I give him everything I’ve got, and a second one quickly overtakes the first.
“Wait, wait–”
But he doesn’t. He keeps working me, thumb keeps circling me, and I squirt all over him, his chest, shoulders, and beard.
He just. Keeps. Staring. At me.
My eyes roll back and my head hits the back of the couch, but he doesn’t reprimand me this time. He just slows his hands asmy orgasm dies down, and when I’m back to earth, and my legs close without my permission, they finally leave me.
When I use the rest of my energy to lift my head up, I see he’s about done wiping his fingers with one of the towels.Did he even taste me?
After he wipes me down, I somewhat get my answer. “Aight. You bald, and ya perineum is massaged. We should probably do this every day, but I can see it’s a little much for you, so we can start off every other day until you hit nine months, and then do it every day until Beanie comes. That cool?”
He peers at me, straight face, no trace of humor or lust at all like he didn't just make me squirt.
I’m so bewildered I just nod.
He massages my thighs. “Okay. I’m finna shower. You can lock up when you get yourself together. Goodnight, Mace.”
Did I just imagine this? I couldn’t have, right? I mean, in the dim lighting, I can’t even see if my juices are on him.
But then he stands up, and I see that one-eyed monster of his standing at attention, tenting his basketball shorts.
Oh, my. My baby daddy is hung.
He doesn’t even try to hide it. Doesn’t adjust himself. Doesn’t even wink. He just turns and disappears into the bathroom, closing the door lightly behind him.
Oy vey.
I think I’m in trouble.
Shad
Age 16
Ihaven’thadanepisode like this since Granddad passed. It’s been three weeks, and I’ve only gotten out of bed to piss. I don’t have the energy for anything else. I can’t do anything else. Don’t wanna do anything else.
Except maybe kill Tati’s pops.
But as fucked up as he is, she loves him. He only wants what’s best for her. And for all intents and purposes, he’s right.
I am a hoodlum, me and Nut. And he did work hard to give her a good life, just for her to be around the very people he left behind.
I could say he started the domino effect that led me here, but it was all me. Typical Rahshad, who just has to take it too far. Who can’t help himself.
I had no business airing out that party. We weren’t even there for my shit, but Nut hates being alone, and he’d heard Tati was there, so we went.
I didn’t know I’d see Wynter.
The twins and Turk don’t fuck with her at all after Foe Dub took over the BBs, so I hadn’t seen her in awhile. I almost didn’t recognize her, since she dyed her hair brown and covered her freckles with makeup. She was clutching a solo cup like it’s her lifeline, and squeezed it harder when the nigga in front of her leaned in to whisper something to her.
“Who that?” Rico said to me.
I turned toward him. “Nobody.”
He cocked his head to the side, letting his plaits cover his eyes without blinking. But before he could reply, Nutty and Tati rushed past us, her near tears, him scowling. We followed them out the house onto the lawn.
“I don’t know why you crying, Tati. I ain’t even do shit yet.”
