Memphis Black

by Mj Fields

  “You wanna lean down here and kiss me? Make it easier on me?”

  “Of course.”

  Her lips are gentle on mine, soft and sweet, not like before and maybe not ever again, but right now, nothing has ever felt so good.

  ***

  I wake up to a blood pressure cuff strangling my arm.

  “You people are bound and determined to fuck something up on me, aren’t you?” I cringe and open my eyes.

  Mom.

  “You’re okay?” she chokes out on a sob.

  “I’m good, Mom,” I say through gritted teeth. I don’t know for how much longer, though. Shit, I don’t know how people survive in these places.

  “The good news is that you can go home today.” She forces a smile. “Also good news, I’ll be staying here until they release you to fly, so I am going to spoil my little boy and help him get well.”

  “Mom …” I whisper.

  “Don’t, Memphis. I need to do this.”

  “Yeah, well, when I heal, I have a thing or two I need to do, as well.”

  She shakes her head. “Heal.”

  “I will, Mom. So will you.”

  “I’m worried about the two of you. You and Madison are my life.”

  “He needs to get the fuck out.”

  “He has.”

  “Good.”

  “He’s still your father.”

  “He ain’t shit.”

  “Memphis, I won’t have you talk about him like that. He provided a good life for us and—”

  “He funded a life; you provided it.”

  She sits down on the bed as tears spill out of her eyes, and I pull her head down to my chest. As she cries, my heart breaks for her.

  ***

  I walk into the house where the guys are all standing there, looking at me.

  “Is someone gonna say something? This isn’t a fucking funeral. I’m walking; my throat is fine.” I pull my mom’s head to my chest and cover the ear that is not crushed against me. “And my dick isn’t leaking and works just fine.” I look around, then let go of my mom. “Where are the girls?”

  “Grocery shopping,” Mom says as she shakes her head. “And I heard you.” She starts to walk away while all the guys laugh.

  “We have a cook available,” I call out to her.

  “I came to take care of you,” she says, walking into the kitchen, “so the cook gets a break. I’m sure it’s well deserved.”

  I look back as the Escalade pulls in. Tally is in the driver’s seat, looking smoking hot in that big thing.

  Madison gets out of the passenger side and wipes her eyes. She’s been crying. Again.

  I look at the guys. “Sorry shit’s messed up. I don’t like the drama. Really don’t like bringing it to you all.” The fucking hospital, the wreck my family has become, and now the fuck pad has been invaded by women no one can fuck.

  “This ain’t fucking drama; this is life. Shit drama.” River chuckles as he walks down the hall.

  I look at Finn.

  “Step the fuck out of your bitch pants, man. Tear off the Depends.” He grins.

  “Shit’s not funny. Could be leaking today because of this shit.”

  “But you’re not, so tug on your balls, get laid, and look around, motherfucker. Life is good. We’re in Miami, baby, and because of you getting your ass kicked—”

  “I didn’t get my fucking ass kicked, you asshole!”

  “You may have busted a nose.”

  I grin. “I broke his nose?”

  “Hell yes, you did, and you were bleeding like a stuck pig when you did it. I’d high-five your ass, but I don’t wanna make you cry.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “You think Billy can pull off lead guitar?”

  “It’s acoustic; a trained monkey could pull it off. Now, if it was bass, we’d be fucked.”

  Speaking of fucked, I smell her as she walks by, and my fully functional, heat-seeking missile is … fully functioning.

  “Good afternoon, ladies.”

  “Wow, someone’s in a good mood.” Tally smiles over her shoulder.

  “I feel like I just got sprung after being in county for twelve months,” I say behind her.

  River walks out, chuckling. “Hashtag: white boy problems.”

  “Hashtag: suck it.”

  “Hashtag: not my job, man. Oh, and hashtag: you sure it still works?”

  I scowl at him and he smirks. I know the fucker’s just sucked on something, and its named chillz.

  “Oh, darn it,” Tally says, looking through a bag. “We forgot the chicken.”

  “How do you girls forget chicken when I am making chicken enchiladas?” Mom laughs.

  “Hashtag: blonde moment.” River grins like a fool.

  “You do know they’re both brunette, don’t you?” I comment, looking at his foolish face.

  “Hashtag: don’t give a fuck. But hashtag: your mom has a smokin’ body.”

  “I will fuck you up if you ever say shit like that in front of me again,” I hiss at him.

  “Come on, River; let’s go for a walk,” Billy says, shaking his head. Then I hear him say, “You really should stop smoking that shit.”

  “Mom, wanna come with?” Madison asks, grabbing the key fob.

  “I can go,” Tally offers, grabbing her bag.

  “No, I need some Mom time. Memphis has been hogging her.” She sticks her tongue out at me, and I smile.

  “Be right back. We’ll grab your prescription from the pharmacy, too.” Mads and Mom walk to the door.

  “They can deliver it, Mom,” I call to her as she walks out.

  “I’m your mom, Memphis.”

  I look over at Finn, then Tally. “I’m going to—” He doesn’t finish as he walks out.

  “Tales,” I say.

  She sighs and looks up. “You need to let her take care of you.”

  “Come again?” I can’t help thinking about how badly I want to make her do just that.

  “Your mom needs you to need her right now.”

  “How about you?”

  She nods, but her eyes aren’t sparkling. Emerald City has lost its luster, and I don’t like that at all.

  “Wanna help me out?”

  “With?” She tugs at her shirt. It has those robot-looking people on it. The green, red, blue, and pink— “Memphis?”

  Aw, fuck it. “I need a bath. Run some water?”

  “Sure.” She walks quickly by me, then stops and turns around. “I’m happy you’re going to be okay.” Then she walks back, grips my shirt, pushes herself up on her toes, and kisses me. Plants one right on me.

  She starts to pull away, but I grab her T-shirt and try to kiss her. However, she manages to step back.

  “Come on.” She all but runs into the bedroom.

  When I get in there, the water is already running. She stands there, fussing with that shirt.

  “Do you know how sexy you look in all those vintage tees, Tales?” I ask as I shut the door behind me. She shakes her head. “I always preferred the glamour shit, and now, when I look at you, I have no fucking idea why.”

  “It might have something to do with the pain medication,” she says as she nervously tangles her long, wavy locks around her finger.

  “The hair, too, Tales. I love it. I used to pick on you tirelessly about it, and now I’ve decided, when I get my first interview in Rolling Stone, I’m gonna tell all the little boys out there that the tight, kinky curls tame, and when they do, damn.” I pull my shirt up and then over my head, groaning in pain.

  “Let me help.” She steps over to me and drags my T-shirt slowly down my arm. “Does it hurt?”

  “At this moment, I have no clue, and I don’t really give a shit.” Tales is stripping me.

  She folds my shirt and sets it on the counter behind me. Then she takes a deep breath and reaches out, her hands going toward my waistband.

  “I’ll get these.” Her voice is no more than a whisper. She’s nervous and I swear if I say some st
upid shit and fuck this up, I’m gonna kick my own ass but I have to make sure she knows it’s not an expectation.

  “You sure you wanna do that?”

  She nods, biting down on her lip, and then, as if she has found enough courage, she unbuttons me as she breathes out slowly.

  I grab the back of her head and pull it so her forehead is touching my chest as I smell her hair before kissing the back of her head.

  She pushes my jeans down until she is kneeling in front of me. Her eyes are wide, eye level with the bulge in my boxers.

  “Step out?”

  “Yeah, Tales, yeah.” I step out, slow and easy, all sorts of turned on.

  She leans back on her heels and folds my jeans, before pushing herself up on her knees and setting them on the counter. Then she turns and looks up at me, swallows hard, and her eyes … Her fucking eyes are illuminated with want and desire.

  “I’m just gonna …” she says, hooking her little fingers on the waistband at my hips and slowly pulling them down. My dick is hard and centimeters from her face. “Step out,” she says, then clears her throat. She leans back and folds them before setting them on my jeans.

  Her folding the clothes is like a slow seduction, and if that was the intention, it fucking worked. I hope this is leading where I think it is. I never wanted any woman more.

  She pushes herself up on her knees, closes her eyes, and takes in a big breath of courage before she licks her lips then leans forward, placing her hands flat on my abs.

  “You’ve complimented me so many times over the past few days, and I don’t know if I have once told you, with every defense I have down, how amazing you look or how much you make me feel.”

  “Tales,” I say, gripping the base of my dick and rubbing her cheek with its head. “Don’t tell me; show me.” I want her mouth on me so fucking bad, and I know damn well she wants that too. No. Fucking. Doubt.

  “I plan on it.” She leans forward and licks me from tip to base.

  “That’s it, Tales. Show me more,” I growl.

  She opens her mouth and gently places her lips around my cock.

  “Fuck yes,” Hallelujah.

  She moves up and down slowly as her nails dig into my flesh. She then looks up, seeking approval.

  “Perfect, Tallia. Absolutely perfect, babe.”

  She closes her eyes as she moves up and down on me a little faster, her tongue swirling. She sucks and takes me deeper.

  “Fuck. Fuck yeah.”

  Tales places her hand over mine, and together, we pump my dick as she sucks and licks. She finds a rhythm, so I take my hand away as she pumps my cock all on her own. She moans and licks me, her other hand cupping my sac and giving it a tug.

  I immediately feel the heat, the burn, the pull. Not fucking yet, I tell myself.

  She takes me a little too deep and gags a little.

  “Easy, babe. Don’t hurt yourself.”

  She pulls her mouth off me and lifts my dick so it points up, and then she licks me from sac to tip over and over.

  She has saliva pooling in the corner of her mouth, and I am so fucking turned on by how raw she is with me right now.

  Her mouth covers my cock, and she whimpers as her strokes become faster while she sucks harder.

  “Babe, I’m gonna come.”

  She looks up at me, eyes watering, her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, and nearly all of it in her mouth. She sucks, licks, and pumps.

  “Fuck!” I roar as I rapid fire my come in her mouth. “Fuck, Tales, fuck. That was … Fuck!”

  I pull her face to my thigh and praise her the only way I can right now, because the words aren’t coming. I pet her hair—her soft, wavy, deep brown hair—as I try to catch my breath after the most powerful sexual experience of my life.

  How the fuck do you recover from that?

  I want to scoot under the vanity and hide.

  I’m embarrassed at what I just did … needed to do.

  I think I did well. I think.

  “Can you let go of my leg and stand up now?” His voice is thick, husky, the way it gets when we are near, and good Lord, we have just been intimately near.

  “Not yet,” I say honestly.

  “Tales, up now.” There is a command in his voice, and for some reason, I like it.

  I stand up, yet I can’t look at him.

  “My cock was in your mouth, and you were showing me Emerald City, but you can’t now, Tales? Come on, shit just got real here, and I won’t let you hide from me.” He pulls the back of my hair, making me look up. “That was incredible. Amazing. Fuck, Tales, incred-amaze. Is that a word?”

  I shake my head as he pulls me to him firmly. “I owed you.”

  “Is this a competition? Please say yes,” he teases.

  He releases my head, then spreads his hand across my ass. Then, with one hand, he lifts, and I squeal until he sets me on the vanity.

  “Batter up!” He drops to his knees, pushes my skirt up, and spreads my legs.

  “What are you …? Oh, God!”

  His mouth covers my panties. I feel his tongue moving up and down the fabric, and I am unraveling … reeling. If I am dying, I will take it now.

  “Oh, Memphis.” I grip the edge of the counter and fall back slightly.

  I feel a tug and hear a rip.

  “Fucking hate those things.”

  He pushes his tongue into me, and I try to scoot back, but he captures my knee and lifts my leg over his shoulder. “Stays there,” he growls as his tongue pushes in again.

  “Don’t think I—”

  “Don’t think, Tales. Feel.” I feel him shoving something—his finger—inside me, and he hisses as he looks up, while still licking and sucking around my clit. “Mmm,” he moans, and the vibration causes me to buck.

  “Oh, don’t, don’t …” I beg.

  Mischief and desire dance in his eyes, and he does it again and again and again until I crumple apart.

  He doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. He is sucking me and using his fingers, and … I look down to see he is watching me fall apart … again.

  “Water,” I pant. “Memphis …”

  “Mmm,” his mouth vibrates against me again.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, but … Oh, God,” I cry again, this time less forcefully, because he is sucking the little force I have left out of me … with his mouth.

  He sits back and licks his lips, smiling a cocky little smile as I try to get my ultra-relaxed muscles working again.

  “Sweet cheeks?”

  “Huh?” As I open my eyes, he is looking over at the massive Jacuzzi tub.

  “You wanna turn that off?” He smirks, lowering my leg, then standing.

  “Oh … hell.” I jump up and scurry over, turning the water off.

  I feel his hand on my hip and the soft covering of his wrapped arm on the other. “Don’t. Move.”

  “Memphis …” I begin to object.

  “Sweet Jesus, Tallia, your ass is so, like, POW!” he grumbles.

  “Can I move now?” My voice hitches as his hand cups me between my legs.

  “Uh-huh.” He pushes my skirt up, and then I feel his lips touch my bare behind. He growls.

  Either he’s hungry, or he’s hungry.

  “Any chance you’re on the pill?” his voice rasps as his finger runs between my legs, causing me to tremble.

  “No.”

  “Any chance you’ll consider it?”

  “Doesn’t work that way,” I moan, arching into his touch.

  “What way is that?” He kisses me again.

  “Not instant—oh, God.”

  “Not looking for instant, Tales. Looking forward and behind.” He nips my butt cheek, a low chuckle escaping his throat.

  “But—”

  “I love yours,” he says, nipping it again. “And before you say a damn thing, this thing, the you-on-your-knees thing, the my-face-between-your-thighs thing, the your-perfect-ass-bent-over-in-front-of-me thing—that’s gonna
happen again and again and—”

  I stand up and turn to give him a soft dose of reality. However, he grabs the back of my head and kisses me relentlessly. When he finally pulls back, leaving me wanting more, I look up at him as tears sting my eyes.

  “It’s not realistic. You’re touring.”

  “You’re schooling.”

  I flinch when he mentions school.

  “Spill it, Tales.”

  I shake my head. “Everything’s fi—”

  “You are an easy read, Tales.” He cups the side of my face.

  “How so?” I hold my hand against his.

  “I’m not going to give away all my secrets,”- he smirks as his eyes rake down my body—“but your body talks. Your eyes, Tales… They talk and I’m listening, so spill it.”

  I pull my hand away, “You can’t tell Madison. You just can’t, okay?”

  “I’m thinking, after the past few days, she kind of has an idea.”

  I shake my head as I fist my hair in my hands. “I’m not going back to Julliard. I’m not, and it’s totally okay. I mean, things just weren’t meant to be. It’s perfectly fine, and—

  “It’s your dream, Tales. Hell, my mom knew that when you were—”

  “You need to just stop talking and get into the bath. I won’t …” He grabs me and hugs me. “It was a foolish dream,” I whisper, “and I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Tales, I’ve seen you dance. I know you’re amazing, so whatever they said that made you decide not to go back—”

  I pull back, needing distance, needing a change in subject.

  “Bath. Please, Memphis. I’ve made up my mind, and I won’t be returning.”

  “Tales …” He uses that tone that all those people at my dad’s funeral used.

  “Don’t. Just … go.” I point to the tub, and he steps in, holding his hand up as if to retreat. “Thank you.”

  “Join me,” he says, resting his elbow on the side of the tub.

  “Your mom, your sister, your—”

  “Beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He is staring at my mouth, and I’ve read enough Cosmo to know what to expect after sexual intimacy. He’s feeling the afterglow, but heck, so am I.

  “Do you need anything more?”

  His eyebrow shoots up. “What are you offering?”

  I cover my face and laugh.