“Just go. I don’t want to be bothered with you.” She almost looked convincing when she said that.
“I’m glad you think I give a fuck that you don’t feel like being bothered with me, but I don’t. I wanna be bothered with ya moody ass.” I walked over to her dresser and emptied my pockets onto them, getting ready for bed. It was clear she wasn’t giving up the pussy, so I had to take the loss.
She sighed like I was annoying her before turning the light off and getting into the bed.
“Ole petty ass, you see me getting undressed.” I mugged the dark.
“You’re right. I did, but does it look like I give a fuck?”
“Nah. I can’t tell. Your petty, spiteful ass cut the lights out,” I responded.
Mecca could act like she didn’t want me near all she wanted, but the both of us knew what it was. I wanted to be up under her stupid ass, and she wanted to be under me.
When I crawled into the bed, I reached over for her, but I didn’t feel her which meant she had scooted her petty ass all the way to the end of the bed. “Really, Mecca?” I asked.
“Yeah. I don’t want you touching me. I don’t know what bitch you?—”
She couldn’t finish her sentence because I snatched her slick lipped ass up by her shirt. I pulled her damn near until she wasup under me. I was lying on my side and looking down into the darkness.
“Stop bringing bitches that ain’t relevant up.” I allowed my hand to creep up her chest until I gripped her neck. Now I had a pretty good guess where her lips were so I leaned down and kissed them before allowing my lips to travel across her jawline. Simultaneously, my hand traveled lower toward her stomach before my fingers crept into the waistband of her underwear. The moment my fingers reached their destination, I smiled at how wet she was, even though she acted like she didn’t fuck with me. “Why are you doing me like this, Mec?”
“Ka…” Her sentence trailed as I started to massage her wet, warm flesh.
I mashed my lips into her face as I leaned in closer to her to get a vantage. Her moans filled the room until I snatched my hand back.
“Kasair!” Her voice screeched.
“What? Yeen want me to touch you, right? Gone ahead back over there to the end.” I was fucking with her because I knew she hated when I teased her. I maneuvered until I was laying on my back. Before I knew it, she had crawled on my lap and straddled me.
“Why you gotta be petty, Kasair?”
“Because you came with it.” I smirked, licking my fingers clean before throwing my hands behind my head. I felt her hand reach into my draws and free me before she exhaled loudly. She knew what to do with me. She slid her body back and reached between the both of us to push her panties to the side before she moved back forward, resting her wetness on top of me. “You gonna keep playing or show me that you miss me like I miss you?” I asked before crushing my top row of teeth into my bottom lip. That’s why Mecca and I could never work. We were two bull-headed motherfuckers that liked to get even.
She took her time and before I could utter another word, she was sliding her thick ass down me, stopping every three seconds and lifting back up. She was teasing me now with her childish ass. I no longer had the patience, so I pulled one of my hands from my back and rested it on her side before forcing her to slide all the way down.
“Fuckk!” She moaned the moment she reached the base. Once she caught her breath and footing, she began to rock to a slow rhythm like always. She loved to torture a nigga with the roll of a skilled dancer before she lifted herself.
She knew what it was the moment I pulled my other hand from behind my head and locked both hands on her hips.
“Tell me you missed me, Mec,” I demanded, now slamming upward into her.
I knew her like the back of my hand, and she refused to do such until I made her. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew for sure she was biting her bottom lip because this shit between us could easily be categorized as dangerous. Every time I slid into her, it was like it ignited a hunger in me, one that only wanted to please her. I only wanted to please her and hear her tell me she missed me at her most vulnerable so I could mumble the same and mash my lips into hers. Being with and inside of Mecca brought forth something inside of me that I wasn’t raised to have. She brought out a nigga that wanted to only be in and with her, but it went against everything in me.
Her exotic cries filled the room as I slammed into her from below.
“Tell me, Mec,” I taunted, trying to control myself.
“Kas…ss I’m… I’m…” she continued to wind her hips against me.
One of my hands found her neck as I pulled her face down toward mine, intertwining our lips. “Miss me, Mecca.”
“I miss you, baby!” She cried out loudly as she fell back, riding the wave.
Chapter 3
MAZZ
Ihad been running these streets too long. I knew this because I was spending too much of my time trying to figure out what the hell was next. The only reason I was at Canez the other night was to check in. My ass should’ve been home with Mel. It was my night, but she begged me to stay with Dolly. I let her though because she loved the old woman, and I trusted her with her. I had niggas keeping eyes on the spot anyways. Dolly was the lady in the hood who would feed a nigga if he was hungry and even let Kasair, Quari, and me sit in her crib if the spot was hot. All she ever asked was that no bullshit hit her door. When it was just Mel, Mecca, and me, numerous times she let them stay at her crib while I was in the streets all night. She was the hood’s grandma as well as Gayze and Nadeen’s. She cared for any and everybody, which over the years made me love her for that. The thing is, the old woman was stubborn, and you couldn’t tell her shit. I’d stop by with breakfast most mornings and even take her to the doctor or to run some errands when needed, but she had pride, and she was stubborn. She didn’t like people doing much for her, which made me wanna do it all for her. I found it odd asfuck that she didn’t even mention Gayze being back, or that I’d been taking her to Gayze’s hospital. The old woman had jokes. The knocking on the door interrupted me from my thoughts. When I looked up, it was the lil’ red bone thick ass nurse who I’d been giving hell. I didn’t give a fuck though. I was ready to get the hell outta here, but she kept screaming doctor’s orders. Fuck a doctor’s orders if Gayze wouldn’t bring her thick pretty ass in here and face me herself. She was avoiding the fuck out of me, and that made me laugh, but I understood why. She knew our chemistry and how we gravitated, so there was no possible way for her to be near me and stay mad at me about past shit, or was there? If I remembered correctly, she held grudges and could hold one until the death of her. Just that alone made me smile and travel to back then.
