by Elbie Dee
I rampaged out of offense. I had always been a cool and collective type of guy. Even in my worst times, self-control was always one of my best qualities. Easygoing and smooth. This time, my feelings were wrapped up in Bayleigh. She had allowed me to see the other side of the hurt and pain a woman could feel when they are left mistreated. At almost thirty years old, I was sick of being the careless mother fucker.
Although she was unaware, Zaiya helped me as well. I didn’t know the chick for twenty-four hours yet, and I was able to feel every bit of her pain. With our exes colliding, that could have played a big part, but I felt there was more to it. Seeing her crying aloud in the streets in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear brought me back to the time when Bayleigh ruined her life because of me. Not wanting to leave another woman stranded from the heartbreak, it was only right for me to come to the rescue. When I did, desires of settling down came to heart. I was tired of being labeled as a fuck boy.
“Woah! Where the fuck did that shit come from?” Zaiya expressed with raised eyebrows and widened eyes after she jerked her neck back.
“I’m just saying. We’re both about to sit in our own pity and yearn for the ones we want! Why not get comfort between each other? It can’t be a race thing with you because I fucked your face last night if we want to be honest,” I let it out, without giving a damn about how she took it.
“You’re right,” she huffed before continuing, “I wanted you to fuck me to ease my mind about Ocho,” she confessed.
“My bad for yelling like that,” I lowered my tone. “Maybe this is what it was supposed to be though. You and I.”
She paused before clearing her throat and speaking.
“Follow me to my house so I can get dressed. Then, let’s go for a bite to eat and get to know one another more. I’ll decide if I give you my number afterwards.”
She said with before a flirtatious smirk approached her face. I agreed after staring at her pearl white teeth peeking behind her full lips. Once our plan was set into place, I pulled on the door handle and got out of the vehicle. I walked past her front bumper before glancing into her windshield. Just as I assumed, she kept her stare toward me and watched until I unlocked my car door before hopping in.
Thankfully, when I glanced around my car, it was in the same condition I left it in. There looked to be no robbery attempts or anything of that sort. Hell! I was surprised to see it still sitting on the side of the street. With the length of time, I had expected for it to have been towed!
After starting the engine, Zaiya waited for traffic to clear before pulling out of her spot. Watching her stop in the middle of the road allowed me to notice she was waiting for me to pull behind her. I turned my steering wheel to the left after placing my gear into drive. Tailgating her, she began to drive slowly through the downtown area.
At the end of our path of heading for our destination, I followed her into a complex. Two speed bumps and she pulled into an empty parking spot in front of a building which held four apartment doors. Once I was parked, I rolled the passenger’s and driver’s side windows down before turning off the ignition. My plan was to wait outside for her, but she had a different idea.
“Are you coming in?” she asked, once she was on the sidewalk from her Jeep and looked back to notice that I wasn’t budging.
“Oh. I didn’t want to assume I was invited,” I honestly replied.
“I’m not that heartless,” she chuckled. “Besides, the heat will probably creep up on you and I’m not going to a restaurant with no sweaty ass mother fucker!”
Mutually, we giggled before I pressed the push start button one time to allow the battery to activate. After lifting the buttons for the windows to roll back up, I took my key fob from between my legs and opened the driver’s door. Placing my left foot on the concrete, I hopped out of the vehicle and grazed my fingertips along the top of the door.
Click.
The door had barely sealed to its panel. I reached my hand toward the door before pushing on it to be sure it had closed. Confirming it was, I shifted my attention back toward Zaiya, who kept her place on the sidewalk as she waited for me. She started heading down the walkway to the door which was second from the left as I trailed behind her.
“Don’t judge me if my place is a mess. I darted out the door last night,” she warned as she was unlocked the deadbolt with her house key.
“I’m not one to judge,” I chuckled. I thought it was cute she actually gave a damn of my opinion.
She took a step over the ledge and entered the home. I followed her in before she closed the door. After bearing to the left and walking down the hallway, we entered the living room. The place was nice as fuck, and the only items I seen that could have been out of place, were two glasses sitting on the coffee table. Without needing to ask, one was hers and one was from the man who stole my ex-girlfriend.
“You can have a seat,” she instructed while pointing to the sofa.
As she entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her, I plopped down onto the leather cushion. I listened as the water began to run through the pipes. A few minutes went by of my eyes roaming around the room and admiring her décor. She had a few certificates lined up along the wall next to the bathroom. Additionally, she had four canvases of paintings with couples in the middle of their love making process. The nude photos were dope as fuck and wondered if she had done them herself.
I took my eyes from the décor and glanced around the room. The furniture looked practically new, and the lamps which were placed on top of each end table looked like they were bought from an antique store. When I got to the glasses, one was empty and the other held a shot of brown liquor. Wishing to get an idea of what her taste was, I picked took the glass from the coffee table before bringing it to my nose.
“What the fuck?” I whispered as light as I could.
After sniffing the scent, I was almost positive the bourbon was either Maker’s Mark or Knob Creek; they both had a similar smell. When I took the glass from my face and glanced inside, I noticed little specs of something white floating at the bottom. Knowing what a laced drink could look like, I was certain of the specs being some type of pill.
The night prior, Zaiya didn’t appear to be under the influence of anything. Knowing the tears and cries for her ex-boyfriend could have covered the symptoms, I wasn’t able to rule it out. On the other hand, she could have drugged him. If she had, it could have explained why he snatched Bayleigh up from the streets of downtown. Without knowing either of the two personally, I wasn’t able to speak for the behavior of the night before.
“Shit,” I whispered once I heard the water from the shower turn off.
Immediately, I placed the glass in its previous place on the coffee table. Attempting to appear like I hadn’t been snooping, I quickly returned my back to the cushion before slightly spreading my legs apart. By the time she had opened the bathroom door and wore nothing but a towel around her upper body, I had propped my elbow on the armrest with my chin underneath my palm.
“What? You act like you weren’t just in my pussy,” she said after sporting a look of confusion.
As she made her way across the living room and down the hallway, I sighed in relief. At first, I thought she may have noticed the liquor spinning at the bottom of the glass. Once she acknowledged her reason for staring, I dropped my raised eyebrows and chuckled before the beat in my heart relaxed its tension.
Lifting my pupils to the top of my eyelids, I tried to look unsuspicious as I stared at the rail leading to her bedroom. She dropped her towel, and my dick started to harden. The night before, her baggy t-shirt hid most of her shape. Even when she lifted it until her breasts were shown, the dim lighting coming from outside held no justice. Her perky breasts sat on her chest. The tight waist held a curve which led to her wide hips. Her ass, that shit was juicier than I had remembered… and I wanted a bite.
I took my eyes from her direction. By the time I heard footsteps pouncing against the stairs, I was abl
e to calm the blood flow in my dick, leaving it semi-hard. Seconds after, she made her appearance in the living room. She had thrown on a pair of stonewash, rugged boyfriend jeans which were cuffed around her ankles. The hot pink, sleeveless crop top matched her white, with a pink seam, Converse low tops. Her curly black hair sported a natural, wet look from its dampness. No make-up was necessary to describe her beauty. Naturally, a sexy mother fucker.
“You just gonna sit there?” she laughed, snapping me from admiration.
“You make me look bad!” I joked before getting up from the sofa and joining her at the beginning of the hallway.
“I make a lot of people look bad,” she winked, before leading us toward the front door.
Wait until I make you look bad, I thought, referring to the moment I get my dick in that pussy, and fuck her whole frame up.
9
Bayleigh
“Why the sudden change at heart,” I giggled as I strode across the kitchen toward Ocho.
“Two can play a game,” his deep tone echoed throughout the kitchen once I was at the midway mark from where he stood.
Silently, I reached to where he kept his stance at the edge of the island. As he looked down at me with droopy eyes and a bitten bottom lip, I reached my hand to his chest. Softly, I ran my palm past his torso, stopping at the imprint of his dick over his black joggers. Tightening my hand, I gripped his girth before I felt his dick jump. Keeping my hand in place, I attempted to release the elastic strap from around his waist by pulling it down… but he stopped me.
With both hands he linked his fingers around my wrists. Releasing my touch from him, he placed my arms on each side of me as his clothed body leaned against my bare one. Taking one hand from my wrist, he lifted my chin before diving in to kiss me. Passion lit sparks through the room as our pecks increased and we exchanged saliva. Minutes after sucking the fuck out of our faces, he released his lips from mine.
Instantly, he lifted me from the waist before sitting me on the countertop of the island. First, I thought he was about to take his dick from his pants and pound my insides. Instead, he spread my legs apart from my inner thigh. Then, he reached under my thighs until he was able to grip me from behind. Carefully, he inched my ass to the ledge of the counter. Balancing myself with my palms placed behind me, I watched as his body height decreased.
“Ohhh!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, before laying my back on top of the counter.
The moist touch from the tip of Ocho’s tongue forcing upon my clit caused my nerves to shiver. He sped the flicking of his tongue until my legs began to close on their own. Before my knees were able to touch, he placed both palms on my thighs and pushed down for them to spread at their maximum. Once my legs were set into stone, he welcomed my clit in his mouth while keeping up the speed of his tongue.
Quivering from the tension of the orgasm I released, he took his face from my pussy before standing straight up. Just as I was about to close my legs in an attempt to knock off some of the pressure, Ocho latched onto my calves. After welcoming his body in between my legs, I wrapped my feet around him before I felt a thick presence enter my vagina.
“Yes Daddy!” I yelled after bringing the upper half of my body back up by lifting from the countertop.
Instead of placing my palms on the island for balance, I wrapped my arms around his neck. Not holding back his force, he motioned in and out of my pussy as I moaned in his ear. My thighs were soaked from the multiple orgasms I had within the small amount of time he was pounding me. The stickiness from my fluid soaking against his groin were exchanged between our bodies. I shouted one last time before feeling myself about to cum again.
“I’m about to cum baby!” I voiced aloud before squeezing around his neck tighter.
Before I knew it, I released a waterfall onto his dick before his speed slowly decreased. Panting, I allowed my head to fall to his shoulders. Once his movement came to a stop, he wrapped his arms around my back and hugged me, before leaning to kiss me on the cheek.
“And you were gonna hold that thing back from me for thirty days?” I cheesed as I spoke, after he slid himself from my body and brought his pants back to his waistline.
“I couldn’t resist,” he chuckled while watching me jump from on top of the island.
“Shit! I need a nap now!” I laughed.
My body was tired from sweat releasing calories we had just burned. Agreeing with me, Ocho pressed his chest on my back before reaching his arms over my shoulders. Instead of directing me toward the den, we walked past the living room until we reached the bottom of a long stairwell leading to the upstairs.
“Oh! I earned brownie points, didn’t I?” I sarcastically asked before allowing myself up the stairs.
Once we were at the top, I waited for him to walk ahead of me before I followed him to the bedroom. He walked past the doorway and entered with me right behind him. His room was humongous; probably bigger than the guest room I slept in at Neakah’s. Tired, I walked over to the king-sized bed before lifting the unfolded, cotton comforter. After lifting both knees on top of the satin sheets, I climbed to the top and rested my head on the pillows. Closing my eyes, I felt Ocho’s presence join me before he grabbed me into his arms. Before I knew it, my mind went cloudy before everything went pitch black. I was high from his loving.
Five days later.
I hadn’t left Ocho’s place. As a matter of a fact, we went out and he took me on a shopping spree to get clothes and shoes on the third day. After a full day of shopping, he agreed to take me to Neakah’s house to get the few outfits she had bought for me… if she was willing to give them to me after I sneaked out of her house. Truthfully, all I wanted to do was see her and catch her up on the plan Ocho and I had in my steps to become clean.
Upon approaching her home, her Audi wasn’t in the driveway. Needing to be sure her car wasn’t in the shop or something, I convinced Ocho to pull in. He watched from the running car as I got out and made my way toward her front door. Once I lifted myself up the deck stairs, I knocked a few times.
After minutes of waiting with no answer, I walked from the deck and back toward the passenger’s seat of Ocho’s car. I lifted the door handle and hopped in. Assuming she was out running errands, I asked Ocho for his phone… since that was the only thing left for me to obtain. I didn’t have a cell of my own, but him and I agreed that he’d get me one after my journey of becoming sober was set. That way, I wouldn’t have access to obtain drugs from around town.
“You have reached the voicemail box of-,” I hung the line up after it immediately went to voicemail.
Not sure of if the number being correct, I decided not to try to dial again. After handing Ocho back his phone, he placed the gear into reverse and backed out of the driveway. Rhythm and Blues sounded from the stereo as we continued heading toward the house to put my bags of brand-new clothes up. Five minutes before reaching the house, his gas light came on and he pulled into a station I was all too familiar with.
“This is where I first laid eyes on you,” he admitted after pulling up to the pump.
“What?” I questioned. The only thing I was aware of was that he showed to the hospital after my attack.
“I saw you get into a van with a Mexican. Before that, I was gonna holla at you until I seen you were a prostitute. Looking back, I wish I would have snatched your ass up before the attack,” he confessed.
“Wow!” I voiced.
“Shit! Don’t get mad at me!” he defended.
“No! My life is really fucked up! With your confession, I can only imagine how many people obtained an opinion of me. Do you know how hard it’s going to be to find a job now?” I stated.
As soon as I felt the tears about to approach, Ocho brought his thumb to my cheek, before wiping my only tear away. He informed me that I wouldn’t have to search for employment. Since our conversations brought up the time where I was passionately working at a gym, he was aware that I had a passion for the athletic business. After assu
ring me that I could help him coach seeing some ladies didn’t like to be consulted by a man, he told me about the business we could hold together some day. Once our conversation ended, pressure released from my shoulders.
“Now go in there and pay for this gas,” Ocho changed the subject and handed me two twenties.
I giggled and snatched the money from his hand like I used to do my customers. I reached for the handle on the door before opening it and getting out. Closing the door, the engine’s sound decreased meaning Ocho had powered the car off. I glanced back and noticed he watched me smiling. I shook my head and grinned as hard as I could before heading toward the glass doors of the station.
“Can I have forty on pump three please?” I asked the cashier. All the months of prostituting in front of his store, and it was the first time I laid eyes on him.
“Thank you,” he said after taking the money from my hands. I attempted to turn around and exit the store with no problem, but I was blocked by a presence.
“Bayleigh, listen to me!” Chris said after he placed both hands on top of my shoulders as we stood at the counter.
“Get the fuck off of me! My man is outside!” I yelled, trying to wince my way around him.
“I’m calling the police!” the Arabian cashier yelled.
Chris instantly replied, “No need!” He turned his attention toward me and continued, “Neakah is in the hospital on life support.”
My world crushed. Everything around me got dizzy and I felt like I was about to faint. I wanted to say something, but no words would release from my mouth. After hearing Chris call my name in echoes for a few seconds, I snapped back to reality. Without replying to him, I pushed him out the way and rushed out the door. Ocho was pumping the gas when an alarmed look grew upon his face as I approached.
