Let me stop lying. I was always relieved not to see him posting other women on social media, which he never did. And as far as the heat of the moment thing? Oh, he literally owned my pussy. I’d mentally signed the title over to him the first time he touched me. No other man had touched me since then, but I knew it was best he didn’t know he was my only source of that kind of pleasure. There was no need in putting that on him. I mean, neither of us wanted more than what we had. I know I didn’t, despite the fact that I was in love with him. Madly, deeply, desperately in love with him.
5
Set
“How’d you get this scar?” she asked, as her soft finger traced the raised skin that ran from the top of my back to the middle. We were back in my bed, full and exhausted from another round of sex. I was lying on my stomach, facing the window, because I knew if I looked at her, my face or dick was going to end up between her legs again.
“Knife fight,” I mumbled. “Tenth grade. The motherfucker said he was gonna cut my spine out of me.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah, you shoulda seen him when I got through with him. I took that knife from him and fucked him up.”
“You-you killed him?!”
“Naw. Lay on my back.”
“Why you always want me to lay on you?”
“Why you always asking me that?”
“Because you never answer me.”
“Fine. Because you feel good. Come on, now.”
I could hear her smile as she said, “Well, turn over so I can lay on the front of you. Lying on your back always seems strange.”
“Ain’t nothing strange about feeling your titties on my back.”
“Wow, you really love these midgets, don’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.”
A second later, she was on me and I moaned a little.
“You are so damn strange, Set Mitchell.”
“You like it.”
“Maybe…hey, are you lying in the wet spot.”
“Yep, and I love it. I love how messy your pussy is. Just be squirting all over the place.”
“It’s gonna soak through to your mattress.”
“Good.”
“See, weird.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Set?”
“Hmm?”
“I-uh…I—”
The ringing of a cell phone interrupted her. Scrambling to get off of me, she evidently grabbed her phone, and said, “Shit, it’s just Tricia.”
“Answer it,” I stated, as I turned on my side to face her.
She shook her head. “She doesn’t want anything. Probably just gonna be nosy.”
I gave her a lopsided grin. “She still in the dark about us, huh?”
She shrugged. “We’re not her business.”
“Right.”
“Have you…do any of your friends know about us?”
“No.”
“See?”
“Yeah.”
Silence, and then, with her eyes on her phone, she said, “She’s watching my house for me. Maybe I should call her back.”
I shrugged. “Go ahead, baby.”
She blinked before tapping the screen of her phone and putting it up to her ear. “Trish? What’s up? Everything okay there?”
Her eyes darted from me to the wall above my headboard. When her eyes found me again, I smiled and scooted over to her. She was right. From her side of the conversation and Tricia’s greeting of “Guess what this nigga just said,” that I was able to hear through the phone, she really didn’t want shit, so I didn’t see a problem with putting Kareema’s right titty in my mouth. Damn, I loved those juicy motherfuckers.
She gasped as I sucked her titty like a newborn starving tiger, but she didn’t stop me, because she loved shit like this.
Freaky ass.
Squeezing her other breast, I kept sucking as she let out a soft whimper and slid her hand to the back of my head, saying, “Uh, shit…Trish, I gotta—”
Tricia never stopped talking. I could still hear her loud ass through the phone that was pressed to Kareema’s ear. So I left her titty wet and glistening from my mouth and kissed her so deeply that she actually dropped the phone. Damn, I loved her mouth.
And Tricia’s ass kept talking.
We both forgot about the phone when I eased her onto her back and worked my way into her pussy, her always tight, always wet, squirting-ass pussy.
Yeah, I loved the shit out of her pussy, too.
I loved the shit and the hell out of it.
Tricia’s faraway voice provided the background noise as I rocked into and out of Kareema, my mouth glued to her neck.
“Oh, shit!” she hissed. “The-the-the phone, Set. I need to—got damn, you feel good!” She was trying to whisper but was damn near shouting.
I sucked her neck, her chin, and her tongue as I glided in and out of her and groped for her phone, finally finding it and taking my mouth from Kareema’s long enough to tell Tricia, “Kareema gon’ have to call you back.” Then I powered her phone off. She lifted up, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me as we both moaned. Shit, I think I might have shed a tear or two.
I fucked her long and hard, my ears full of the sound of me invading her wetness and my grunts and her whimpers, my nose full of her scent mixed with mine, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I felt damn near drunk off her pussy.
After we’d both screamed and growled our way through our orgasms, I fell on my back and stared at the ceiling as she climbed on top of me just like I liked for her to. I rubbed her back as I felt her heart race at a pace to match mine.
I loved the shit, damn, and hell out of this woman.
I really did.
*****
Two years earlier…
“Set! Set, wake up!”
My eyes popped open in the darkness of the hotel room, my heart fucking hammering in my chest, my breathing loud. I was confused at first, not sure why she woke me up. Then I remembered the dream, wondered if I was acting it out in that bed.
“Kareema?” My voice was so damn high, I barely recognized it myself.
“Yeah…”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I? Did I hit you?”
“No! Were you dreaming about hitting me?” she squeaked.
I sat up on the side of the bed and rubbed my forehead. “Naw, never mind. I don’t know why I asked that. Shit.”
Standing from the bed, I ducked into the bathroom. It’d been a while since I’d had one of those dreams, years, and it shocked the shit out of me that I had one while with Kareema. I never felt anything but good with her, which was probably why I kept making up excuses to see her. This weekend we were in Kansas City, and I was fucking this trip up.
When I finally stepped out of the bathroom, there was a lamp on and Kareema was sitting on my side of the bed wearing a robe.
“Why you got that robe on?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. “I was wondering if you were okay, but I see you are.”
Bending over to kiss her, I smiled. “I’m good. Just a crazy-ass dream. Get naked and get back in this bed. I need you on top of me ASAP.”
A minute or so later, the room was dark again, and I was on my back with her warm body on mine, drifting off to sleep until I heard her say, “Who is Omar?”
I didn’t—couldn’t—answer, so she kept talking. “You didn’t hit me, but you were fucking Omar up. If I’d been in your line of fire, I’d probably be in the emergency room right now.”
I squeezed my already-shut eyes tightly. “I’ont wanna talk about that right now. Go to sleep, Kareema.”
She tried to move from my body, but I held her there. “Omar is my father. I…he made us call him Omar most of the time. He used to fight me, snatch me out of my sleep and just go to waling on my ass from the time I was like eight. Said he was making me into a man. He kept doing that shit until I was old enough to kick his ass.”
“Set, I’m—”
“It’s all good. Just...let�
��s go to sleep, baby.”
“Okay.”
6
Kareema
Now…
“The fuck wrong with you?” his clueless ass asked, as I stared out the passenger window. Las Vegas at night? The strip? It was everything, but I was too pissed to fully enjoy it. I hadn’t even been there a full twenty-four hours and he’d managed to do something he’d never done before—piss me completely off.
“You mad about me fucking you with ole girl on the phone?”
I rolled my eyes. “If you know why I’m mad, why’d you ask?”
“Because I was hoping that wasn’t it. You scared of her or something?”
“No! I just don’t want her in my business! I said your name!”
“You coulda stopped me.”
I snatched my head around to look at his silly, handsome-ass face. “How, Set?”
“Shit, if you’d told me to stop, I woulda stopped. I ain’t a complete damn savage.”
“And how in theeee fuck was I supposed to tell you to stop while your dick was inside me, huh? How?”
His stupid ass grinned. “You ashamed of me, Kareema?”
I turned my whole body to face him. “Are you ashamed of me? Which of your friends know about us?”
Shaking his head, he mumbled, “You too pretty to be this petty.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought, and where the fuck are you taking me?”
“Can’t tell you. I’m tryna surprise your angry ass.”
“Humph.”
When we made it to the MGM Grand and he informed me that we were there for the Janet Jackson show, I tucked my tail and shut my mouth, and once we were back at his gorgeous apartment, I tried to think of ways to apologize for acting so childish. Shit, I loved the man and honestly didn’t care who knew about us, but I wasn’t spreading news he wasn’t spreading. Nothing about our arrangement had changed except how I felt about him, and if I had any sense, I would end things before my heart got broken. Instead, after we’d walked into his place in silence and he’d informed me that he was taking a shower, I sat in his bedroom and waited until I heard him turn the water on. Then I shed my clothes and knocked on the shower door.
Sticking his head out the shower, he asked, “You need something?”
“Yeah…I’m sorry for acting like I acted earlier.”
He shrugged. “It’s all good, baby.”
“Um, can I come in there with you?”
With a smile, he opened the door wider for me to join him, and as soon as I stepped inside the huge space, I dropped to a squat and took his wet dick into my mouth.
“Oh, shit! Fffffffffuck!” he shouted, his voice a mixture of surprise and elation.
As I sucked, my head bobbing back and forth, he gripped the back of my head, stumbling a little, and soon, he was controlling the rhythm of me pleasing him, thrusting in and out of my mouth, fucking my mouth, groaning, his long, thick shaft hitting the back of my throat and making me gag as my eyes watered.
And I loved it.
I loved his moans, loved the way he was losing control, loved pleasing him. All of that made my pussy cream and throb. I swear I was about to climax.
After he pressed my head against his pelvis and dumped his load down my throat, I let him slip from my mouth and smiled up at him as his chest rapidly rose and fell. It wasn’t the first time I’d sucked his dick, but it’d never been that intense before, and the next thing I knew, he was snatching me to my feet and kissing me like his life depended on it. Then, as the warm water battered our bodies, he held my face in his hands and asked, “What the fuck are you doing to me, Kareema?”
“The same thing you’re doing to me, Set,” I replied.
“How you gonna start fucking in the middle of our conversation? I mean, I’m sitting there telling you about this trifling nigga I need to put out my house and you start fucking?!” It was early the next morning, and I was sitting out on Set’s balcony sure that the whole damn city could hear loud-ass Tricia through the phone.
“He started fucking me. What was I supposed to do? Stop him? Girl, sorry—not sorry, but that wasn’t happening.”
“The dick that good?”
“Yep.”
“Shit!”
“Mm-hmm.”
“No wonder you’re keeping his ass a secret.”
Glancing back to be sure Set was nowhere around, I softly said, “It’s Set Mitchell.”
“Huh?”
“My…” Shit, what was he to me? “I’ve been seeing Set Mitchell.”
“Set Mitchell?! Crazy, fighting-ass Set Mitchell?!”
I rolled my eyes. “You gotta describe him like that? See, this is why I didn’t tell you.”
“Hell, that’s how I know him from school!”
“Are you the person you were in high school, Trish?”
“No…so he’s different?”
“Of course he is! He’s forty-one just like me and you!”
“Wow! Never in a million years did I think it was him. Shit, I bet that is some good dick. When did y’all first hook up?”
“At our twenty-year class reunion.”
“Ohhhh, no wonder you weren’t mad about me not showing up.”
“Yeah, well, even though it was foul of you to ghost me just to stay home and screw your man, you actually did me a favor. So there was no need for me to be mad.”
“This is wild! So, he’s nice to you?”
“Yeah, he’s sweet to me…sweet and nasty.”
“So, y’all are together together?”
“Oh, no. We’re just hooking up, having fun. This shit ain’t going nowhere.”
Those words had barely left my mouth when I felt his energy. He was standing behind me on the balcony.
Set
“Why you so quiet?” she asked.
I shrugged, stabbed some fried potatoes with my fork, and shoved them in my mouth.
With a grin, she said, “You sad because I’m leaving tonight?”
I shrugged again. I was fucking pissed off about the shit I overheard her saying to whoever she was on the phone with, probably Tricia’s talking ass. I remembered her from school, and she had a mouth on her back then, too. Anyway, she’d said this “shit” wasn’t going nowhere, so it was like I knew it was. I wasn’t good enough to be more than a good time for her. That shit hurt my damn feelings and instead of my grown ass saying that, I refused to speak at all.
“Hell, I’m sad too. I don’t wanna go,” she admitted, and when I glanced up at her and saw the look in her eyes, like she hadn’t meant to say it but definitely meant what she said, my damn heart skipped a beat.
“Then don’t go,” I said. “Stay.”
She stared at me, and I kept my eyes locked on her. I swear, minutes passed before she said, “Let me call and let someone know I won’t be working tomorrow.”
“Take the week off,” jumped out of my mouth on its own.
She stared at me again before finally saying, “Okay.”
7
Set
Two years earlier…
“Well, did you give him his medicine? You have to follow the directions for the ibuprofen, Tori. What? Did you crack the window or wipe him down with alcohol like I told you? Tori, we already took him to the doctor. He’s not going to get better overnight…okay, I’ll check on y’all later.” Kareema ended the call and sighed, placing her phone on the nightstand and falling back in bed beside me.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Shit, I hope so.”
“She wants you to come home?”
“She didn’t outright ask me to, but I know she does.”
“You wanna go back?”
“Honestly, I should want to, but I don’t. I need her to…I think I messed her up. She just can’t get this adulting thing down. She depends on me too much.”
“Nah, I doubt that’s your fault. You’re too smart, always been. That’s her daddy in her.”
She turned and looked at me. “That reall
y makes it my fault. I picked his stupid ass to make a baby with. Then I scrambled to marry him because I was a good girl and embarrassed about being pregnant out of wedlock. Just young and dumb, struggled for years because he thought it was a privilege for him to make me his wife. Him working? That was optional.”
“Nah, you were in love. Love makes you do some crazy shit, Kareema.”
With raised eyebrows, she asked, “Set Jr.’s mom?”
“Oh, naw. I wasn’t in love with her ass, just got caught slipping. I ain’t mad, though. He’s a good kid, real smart.”
“He’s at Grambling, right?”
“Yeah. But uh…I ain’t fall in love until I was old as hell.”
“Really? What happened? Why’d y’all break up?”
My grown ass should’ve told her I was referring to her, that I was making up trips just to be in her presence, hear her voice, see her face, touch her soft skin, and get a taste of her addictive pussy, but instead, I kissed her, pulled her on top of me, and said, “Enough talking. You know what to do.”
She grinned down at me as she reached between us and grabbed my hard dick. “I sure do.”
Kareema
Now…
“Thanks, Yolanda…oh, you’ll do fine, and you can always call me if you need to…all right, see you next week.” I ended the call to find Set’s eyes on me as we sat in his living room that Sunday afternoon.
“Everything good?” he asked.
“Yep. Got one of my best teachers in charge while I’m gone. Now, let me call Tori so she won’t be worried when I don’t show up on Monday.”
He nodded and then moved from his seat across from me and squeezed his big body next to mine on the love seat, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
A few seconds later, I was enduring my daughter’s whining in response to me informing her that Yolanda would be in charge in my absence. “I should be in charge,” she advised me.
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