Page 7 of Session 33
I let out a low groan. “Good girl,” I said, smoothing my hand over the nape of her neck. “Now faster, and don’t choke,” I groaned.
She moaned around my dick, speeding up, using no hands until I felt myself getting ready to cum. Grabbing her head roughly, I pushed it further down and fucked her mouth. “Oh, shit, suck the nut out!” I groaned, and she did, swallowing every drop like it was nothing. When she pulled back, her lips were glossy, her eyes bright.
For this reason alone, I kept her around. She could suck like a Hoover vacuum. But as soon as my dick was back in my pants, my mind returned to Angel.
I thought about asking Keisha if she thought I was sad, but how could I take anything she said seriously? She’d run outside half-naked in the middle of the night just to please me. There arethree hundred sixty-five days in a year, how many other dicks was she sucking?
Keisha sat up, smoothing her hair, looking at me like she was expecting more. I reached into my wallet, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and handed it to her. “I’ll call you in a few days, Keisha.”
She pouted but got out of the car without a word. I watched her walk back to her duplex before pulling off.
Some fire head was usually all I needed at the end of the night to put me to sleep, but I was wide awake. Thinking.
I busted a U-turn and headed back to Jonas and Naomi’s house. I had a bedroom there. I could ask Ms. Angel directly what she meant by me being sad in the morning.
Why did I even care what she thought?
Because for the first time ever, a woman had seen something in me that wasn’t superficial. Because she had a witchcraft-type smile. Because I liked the way she said my name. She took her time with it, enunciating each syllable.
What was wrong with me?
After letting myself into Jonas and Naomi’s house, I took the stairs two at a time, heading straight to the room Naomi had put Angel in. I paused at the door and peeked inside. She lay sprawled on top of the covers, drooling slightly in her sleep. The light on the nightstand was still on.
Quietly, I stepped into the room and took a blanket from the end of the bed. I draped it over her, making sure she was covered and warm because Jonas kept the temperature on Alaska.
For a moment, I just stood there, watching her sleep. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her lips slightly parted. She wasso damn pretty. Too pretty. And the way she’d felt sitting on my lap earlier…
I sighed, running a hand over my face. What the hell was she doing to me?
Before I could spiral any further, I slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind me. I headed to my own room, my thoughts tangled in ways I couldn’t make sense of.
Angel said I was sad. Was I?
Chapter Seven
Waking up the next morning in a strange bed, in a strange house, wearing men’s clothes, and smelling like men’s cologne was disconcerting. This had never happened before. My head pounded. I didn't know where I was, who I was with, or what I was supposed to do. I was on the verge of freaking out until flashes of the night before assaulted me. I had been at Naomi’s house. I was in Naomi’s house.
Relief washed over me, but not enough to alleviate the awkwardness settling in my bones. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, letting my toes touch the cool hardwood floor. My head throbbed with every move, my body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that came from too much liquor and not enough dignity.
I peeked out of the cracked bedroom door, holding my breath as I listened for signs of life. Voices and laughter floated down the hallway, but I couldn’t make out who it was. Not ready to face the world yet, I darted into the attached bathroom and used it quickly. Grateful to find a new toothbrush and toothpaste, I brushed my teeth, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My curls were smashed on one side, my lips were dry, and my eyes were bloodshot. Beautiful, I thought sarcastically, rinsing my mouth out and splashing cold water on my face. What now?
The smell of bacon wafted through the air, and I assumed Naomi would be in the kitchen. I headed back to the bedroom door, peeking out again before opening it.
The stairs were to my right, leading down to where the sound of laughter grew louder. Before descending, I paused, taking in my surroundings for the first time. The house was pristine—white walls, white furniture, white carpet that looked like it could swallow my bare feet whole. Everything was so clean, so intentionally placed, like it belonged in a home decor magazine.
It wasn’t hard to find the kitchen. It was like the one at my grandmother’s house—not open concept. There was a door you had to open. I took a deep breath, exhaling the anxious energy bubbling in my chest before pushing the door open.
Cassius, Naomi, and Jonas sat at a long kitchen island, laughing. Cassius was the first to see me. He just stared. His eyes on me made me feel naked. I wished I’d taken the time to put on a bra. I wanted to turn back around and go upstairs, but I forced myself to stay put and match his stare.
I watched Naomi follow Cassius's line of sight. “Morning, Angel, how’d you sleep?”
I smiled at her before answering. “I slept well. I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you. I’m not a heavy drinker. I should have slowed down last night,” I said, looking away, embarrassed and hoping I hadn’t done anything I couldn’t remember.
“Girl, anyways. We all were drinking and having fun. Get a plate. I cooked bacon, eggs, waffles, and grits. Sit down. We were just talking about one of the many adventures of Cassius and Jonas—man-whore one and man-whore two over here.”
Jonas laughed, but Cassius looked away. I could’ve sworn he looked embarrassed.
Not even trying to be cute, I stacked my plate with food and listened as they told stories of the fun times the three of them had together: strip clubs, trips to exotic places, wild parties, and long nights. I felt some kind of way about not having my own story to tell, but no one seemed to notice. Again, Cassius spent the morning staring at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. I tried my best not to read into what the stare meant and ignored it as best as I could. Jonas and Naomi kept talking. Cassius, though, got quiet.