Dyami
3:06 A.M. Present Day
Three o’clock in the morning, and my phone was buzzing. My eyes floated to the ceiling, examining it like it held the answers to life. I knew exactly who was calling me. I also knew I shouldn’t answer the phone, but I would. I sat up on the edge of the bed, rocking and gripping the end of my mattress as the first call went to voicemail. Within seconds, another call came through. I knew the routine all too well. I took a brief assessment of my room. Everything was in place and cleaned. I told myself I wasn’t going to sleep waiting on him, but I was lying to myself. I was freshly waxed, showered, and oiled up. I went to sleep with a throbbing between my legs so vicious I knew only he could put this fire out. I was trying to move on, but old habits die hard, and that dick was reliable like none other I had experienced.
The phone went to voicemail and rang again.
Don’t answer.
It rang again, and I repeated the same chant to myself. Trying this new journey was kicking my ass. I was trying toshut my pussy down, but he knew, like I did, that over a week or so without dick would drive me crazy. I went through times of celibacy, but when that door was open, that itch came like clockwork, and he was the only one currently on my list. As long as I didn’t answer, it would be fine. I’m sure he would pick someone else. I wasn’t crazy enough to think I was the only one, especially now. I was dating, even though no one had measured up enough to be added to my rotation. Jay, on the other hand, was fucking, and he didn’t have to tell me that for me to know. His drive was high. While we were together, we matched perfectly, so I knew he didn’t suddenly stop getting it every day and start getting it only once a week or so.
For a moment, I felt a swell of pride. I was going to deny him and take my ass back to bed so I could sleep before work in the morning. That was until I saw his dome lights shine through the cracks of my embroidered drapes. The phone rang again, and I snatched it up immediately.
“It’s three in the morning, Jay.”
“I know what time it is. Put my pussy on the phone.”
I rolled my eyes as his deep vibrato sent signals straight to my clit, and it began to pulse. She craved him. She needed him. Damn, he better be glad that the last nigga disappointed me beyond belief. It wasn’t shit worse than giving a man a chance, and he hits you with the two-pump hunch combo bullshit.
“I have to work in the morning,” I replied.
“Stop playing with me. Open this door so I can kiss that pretty muthafucka.” My body quaked hearing his words. His tongue was a lethal assassin, and I would sign up for that slow death any day. I bit my bottom lip, and slowly my mouth spread into a smile while I walked through my home in the dark to answer the door. I didn’t bother to put on any clothes to covermyself. I fell asleep in a lace black panty and bra set. Black was his favorite. My dumb ass was still doing the things he liked.
All in the name of some good dick. I reminded myself.
I opened the door, and he stepped in, immediately closing it behind him. He stood over me and gripped my ass, bringing me into him. His cold fingers caused me to shiver. I investigated his rich, dark eyes. My vision had already adjusted to the darkness, and I could appreciate the flawlessness of his deep, chocolate skin. His black hair was trimmed neatly into a Caesar cut, with brush waves that flowed into his facial hair. What was irresistible about him was his full lips and his strong hands that always knew how to touch the right spots. He was tall, standing 6’0 "to my 5’5", but somehow that never stopped us from being a perfect match when we lay down.
“Damn, my baby was waiting on me, huh?” He traced his fingers along my lace panties.
“I was sleeping,” I said, trying to play it off.
He slapped his hand hard across my ass and ripped my panties off me. I couldn’t even tell you how many pairs of panties he ripped before. I always knew if I really liked a pair, I wouldn’t wear them when I knew shit was about to go down. But the problem was that Jay was way too spontaneous. Well, when we were together, he was. We were officially broken up for the past six months, but somehow the sexual relationship continued. He would come by a few times a month unannounced, and like a damn fool, I would always oblige him.
Our relationship wasn’t bad. It just wasn’t going anywhere. After three years, there was no real commitment in place. He was the “labels mess things up” type of dude, and I wasn’t going to be the chick who was dating somebody for twenty years without a ring. I would swallow a car before I let anigga play me like that. I was 25 years young, but at the same time, I didn’t have the rest of my life to spend as someone’s bae. I wanted something I never had growing up. I wanted a family, and he could never see eye-to-eye with me on that. He was in his early thirties, so I couldn’t see why he didn’t.
Most men find a good woman and want to settle down. I wasn’t conceited, but I was a damn good woman. I had a career, kept my body tight, and I wasn’t embarrassing like half of these women around here. Somehow, that still wasn’t enough. He did all the right things as far as dating and being there for me, but after a while, it was just like a merry-go-round. I realized that no matter how much I discussed it with him, we would never be on the same page. So, I had to make a hard decision to explore my other options. But that’s the thing; I wasn’t exploring shit. I was waiting on him with abated breath, knowing that at least a few times a month, I would get my kitty satisfied by the best lover I ever had.
“You missed me? I missed yo’ fine ass. I missed this,” he said, cupping my pussy and dipping a finger inside my already drenched opening. He parted my legs further with his strong hands and pulled me in for a kiss. His tongue gave off the familiar taste of weed and Hennessy. I got lost in him as he backed me up on the couch.
Fuck it. I was done thinking about how stupid I was for opening the door for him. I wanted what he came to give me, even if I knew I would regret it in the morning. He knew how to make me cum, and he knew how to leave me completely satisfied. But that early morning wake-up was going to bite me in the ass. I'd better make this worth it.
He raised one of my legs on the couch, dropped to his knees, and buried his face between my legs. He took his tongue and ran it down the length of my pussy, and I gripped the couchto make sure I didn’t fall. Instinctively, my other hand went to his head and pushed him in further. He latched onto my clit and put his fingers inside of me again, moving them at a steady pace, and I felt the bottom of my stomach tighten. I threw my head back and clamped my lips together in an effort not to scream. I didn’t want my neighbors to complain, as they had done before. Jay knew I was holding back, so he pushed me by inserting another finger, and I couldn’t hold it in if I wanted to.
“Shit! Jay!”
He smacked my ass a few times and kept feasting. That was one thing about him. He was selfish about commitment, yet he was a very giving lover. He could eat my pussy for hours, and I would enjoy every moment, but I had to have some sense because I had to work in a few hours. Shit, I wasn’t eighteen anymore, and I couldn’t just pop up fresh and wide-eyed off two hours of sleep like I used to.
“Fuck me, baby,” I cooed. He rose to his feet with a smile as the evidence of my orgasm shone on his beard. He took off his shirt first, revealing his solid body. He stayed in the gym, and it was paying off. Then he stepped out of his pants and boxer briefs with a sense of pride. His dick was every bit intimidating and sexy wrapped into one. I was accustomed to his size, even though it took a while to get used to it. Time to time, I would still tell him to ease up so he wouldn’t hurt me. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom. He dropped me on my feet by the edge of the bed, bent me over, and entered me in a quick motion.
“Ooh, fuck!” I whispered.
“Hell yeah. You think I was going to sleep without this shit? This is my pussy, and you thought I was going to go to sleep without feeling this tight muthafucka hug my dick? Hell nah. Soright now, I need that muthafucka to show how much she missed me,” he said as his hands gripped my ass cheeks, opening them to dig deeper. He loved to talk his shit, and I was soaking up every bit. I was shivering every time he stroked me. He had sex down to a science. He was so good at it. He knew when to switch positions and when to speed up or slow down. That’s why it was so damn hard to get away from his ass. He knew my body like the back of his hand. He gave me two hours of straight fucking until I passed out, and like always, when I woke up, he was gone.
That was the fucked-up part. The emptiness of waking up alone after experiencing the beauty you shared with someone just a few hours earlier had a bitter sting to it. Never once when we were together would he spend a whole night with me at my home. It was always some excuse about him needing his own space. My mind said he was cheating, but I had no proof of it. He would let me stay over at his place any time I wanted, so that calmed down a lot of accusations, but I knew something wasn’t quite adding up. Call it women’s intuition, but I could never catch him red-handed, so I suppressed those feelings and told myself I would keep my eyes open. Even that had run its course. Who wanted to be a damn FBI agent just to make sure a nigga was doing right.
Love. Real love had to be easier. At least it would be for me, or I wasn’t going to have it. Dick was dick, but real love and commitment were two different things from what Jay and I would ever have, and that was clear.
I pushed myself out of my bed and got ready for work. I couldn’t be mad at anyone but myself because I knew at this point, Jay was who he was. He didn’t want anything different, and if I wanted something different, I was going to have to find a way to leave his ass alone—golden dick or not.
