Pursuing The Plug

by Mercy B

  Kierce knew my issue, and it stared us both down each time we were near one another. He avoided me like the plague, which only intensified my connection and attraction to him. It wasn’t easy, but he wasn’t selfish either. Kierce waited my situation out. He gained the patience of a mother with a newborn. And sooner than later, it all panned out. Just like me, she’s got some shit with her. You can keep moving forward and try having her succumb to your aggressiveness or just relax.

  Trust me. She feels it too, Rafeeq. You’re no fool and wouldn’t continue if she didn’t. Just leave her to herself, and I can assure you that she will come crawling. In the meantime, don’t sweat it. What’s yours is yours, and nothing or no one can ever have it. The universe will make certain of that. That’s what Kierce always told me kept him grounded during our journey to one another.”

  “I have no desire to continue my pursuit. I came to that conclusion when I left her crib earlier. She got a nigga feeling like a whole hoe out here.” Rafeeq made light of the situation.

  “Don’t think like that. There’s always that one that you’re pudding for. Look how soft Dad is when it comes to Mom. Hell, Kierce when it comes to me. It happens, Rafeeq. Just don’t fight it. It will only hinder you both. Do whatever feels natural, and the rest will fall in order.”

  “Do you all need a second, or do you know what you’re going to order? Hey, you! You had the baby!” The waitress recognized Reign almost immediately.

  “Yes, I had the baby. I’ll have my usual, and he will take the same.”

  Rafeeq never said a word, allowing his sister to order his food and drink. Reign was every bit of their mother and preferred to have as much control as she could generate. That was fine with him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if Hampsher resembled them in that aspect as much as he’d thought. Would she honestly be able to take the lead in certain situations as the one at hand, or would he be the one?

  The waitress scattered, and the siblings’ conversation continued where it had left off. Rafeeq wasn’t interested, so the subject was changed almost immediately. He wanted to hear more about Reign and her adjustment with two children and try convincing her to drive over for Crimson’s funeral, which happened to be the following day.

  With a heart as heavy as his nut sack that needed to be emptied, Rafeeq slightly stumbled into his home with a companion for the night behind him. At his bar, during the celebration of Crimson’s death, they’d both enjoyed endless rounds of liquor. The team had come to show their love and celebrate life rather than pout about it. Without a doubt, Crimson had lived a full one. There were no stones left unturned. In fact, he’d imagined himself going out much quicker and not lasting longer than twenty-five. So the additional ten plus years were bonuses.

  “What a nice place you have here.” His guest purred from behind him. She was on his heels and rubbing his lower back.

  Silence coated the room other than the giggles coming from her throat. Rafeeq was in no mood for chatting. He hadn’t had a piece of pussy in over a week, which was record time for him. His track record supported the claim that he was accustomed to at least three climaxes a week. Lately, he’d been slacking due to his insatiable appetite for the one piece of ass that he needed to chase down to indulge in, but that shit was behind him.

  “Everything is so beautiful. Do you live here alone?”

  “Do you prefer a conversation, because if so, then I can have my doorman see you out.” Rafeeq grew tired of her in a matter of seconds.

  “I think we both know what I’d prefer,” she mumbled with puckered lips and a smile. Stopping in his tracks, Rafeeq maneuvered until he had her beautiful face in his sights.

  “Hopefully, it’s to use those big pretty lips of yours for sucking dick tonight.” Reaching upward, he rubbed his thumb over her glossed lips and smeared the clear and thick substance over her face.

  “Why wait?” She smiled, lowering herself to the ground while still looking up and into Rafeeq’s handsome face.

  Placing a hand on each hip, he watched her unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants with precision. It definitely wasn’t her first rodeo show. She’d known too well how to unclothe him without assistance. From above, he admired the dirty blonde beauty with freckles and small manicured hands that would be used as grippers for the night. Rafeeq imagined the shit that he planned on doing to his willing participant. She was fun and full of life, the type that he liked more than any of them, except her—except Hampsher.

  “You sure you know what you doing down there?” Rafeeq teased as chills ran through his body due to his lower half being exposed while his air conditioner did its job.

  She said nothing as her hands slid up and down Rafeeq’s tool, acclimating herself with his size and preparing to give him everything that she possessed. It wasn’t often she scored one so nicely and well equipped. She was going to have a ton of fun thanks to the chocolate bar in front of her.

  “Ummmm...” She taunted from below, circling the tip of his dick with her tongue. “You almost taste as good as you look.”

  Unsatisfied with the time she was wasting, Rafeeq grabbed the back of his guest’s head and pushed his way inside of her mouth. “Here. Have some more then,” he offered.

  Gripping the tracks that were neatly aligned in rows, Rafeeq tried being considerate of the girl’s hair. The way she accepted and was annihilating the task of consuming him whole had him ready to lose his shit. Rafeeq wondered if her pussy was as good and as deep as her throat because he had surpassed the back of it at least two inches ago. That shit blew his mind, but he attempted not to showcase the fact that he was appalled.

  Goodness, girl.

  There were mounds of saliva pooling her chest, the floor, and his dick when she finally came up for air. Jaws exhausted and tongue hanging from her mouth, the young woman began stroking Rafeeq with her two hands. Her spit was used as lubricant, and there was plenty of it everywhere.

  “You’re a big boy,” she admitted with a giggle, causing Rafeeq’s toes to curl. The way that she was working her hands made him feel as if he was knee deep in some good pussy.

  “Stand the fuck up,” he growled, ready to blow the bitch’s back out.

  “So feisty. I like that.” She was talkative, but as much as Rafeeq hated it, he loved it all the same. She’d deserved her right to blabber.

  Standing from her position, the guest, who Rafeeq had no clue of government, allowed Rafeeq to lead the way to his sofa. She couldn’t wait to feel the big guy inside of her. The thought of him stretching her walls sent chills up her spine and a rush of fluids from her vagina. Her shit would be good and sloppy by the time her panties came off. They’d been soaked since she left the bar.

  “Tangela,” she said.

  “What?” Rafeeq had reached the couch, and so had she.

  “My name. You never asked for my name.”

  “Because I never cared to know the motherfucker. Since you insist, clothes off, Angela.”

  “Tangela.” She corrected him.

  “Same shit.” Shrugging, Rafeeq watched as she removed the size too small clothing that hugged her curves in all the right places. “Bend over.”

  While she readied herself, Rafeeq reached underneath one of his couch cushions and grabbed a condom to bury his dick beneath. The bitch’s head was too good for him to ever consider going in raw. Besides, that wasn’t his thing. At least, not with anyone else. Only with her. Only with Hampsher.

  Out of her element and frankly out of her damn mind, Hampsher suppressed the anxiety that swelled in her throat. After all, she’d taken the two hour venture to the city with more than visiting her grandparents in mind. There wasn’t a single second that she wanted to pass again without seeing his face, hearing his voice, feeling his touch, looking into his eyes, getting on his nerves, and then, sliding down his dick.

  Aroused and completely off her rocker, Hampsher had decided that if Rafeeq felt comfortable enough to visit her apartment whenever he’d liked, then s
he had every right. There was to be no exception. At least, that’s what she made herself think in order to explain and approve of her own actions.

  “Can I help you?” The doorman that she’d encountered the first night she’d come to Rafeeq’s place jarred her from her rapid thoughts, bringing her back to the present.

  “Rafeeq Jones. I’m here to see Mr. Jones, please,” Hampsher, with a straightened poster and confidence in her voice, answered the older man.

  With his nose turned up and hands stretched out in front of him, he asked, “Is Mr. Jones expecting you?”

  “Not exactly. I’m returning a visit.”

  “Returning a visit, huh? Unfortunately, I can’t let you upstairs to his home without his consent,” he informed Hampsher, pissing her off in the process.

  “Is that so? Well, I’m certain if you would give him a call, then he will approve this visit.”

  “I’m afraid I won’t be able to do that. Mr. Jones doesn’t accept calls from the front desk. He only makes them. Perhaps you can come back tomo—”

  Hampsher needed to hear nothing more. She’d tuned the old man out the minute he made it clear that she wouldn’t be getting upstairs. Her only other option was to find her own way upstairs, which she found more intriguing anyhow. On her way out of the building, she removed the wrapper from her wrist and tied her hair up into a neat bun. Her hands dropped to her side before she even made it to the street. The cigarette smoking biker who was on his way inside of the building sideswiped her in a hurry to get rid of his insanely offensive smelling cigarette.

  “My apologies, sweetie,” he apologized without stopping or even looking back in Hampsher’s direction.

  Keeping forward, she made her way to the side of the building before pulling the access card from her sleeve that she’d snagged from the rude ass biker who’d nearly taken her shoulder off just a minute earlier.

  “Asshole.” Hampsher shook her head as she swiped the card.

  The first sighting of a camera happened to be the second that she stepped into the building. It was tagged more times than a clearance item. Hampsher lowered her head and pulled the hoodie over her bun before tying it closely around her face. Her neck and head movements were restricted, but she’d only need her feet to tackle the million flights of stairs it would require to reach the top floor where Rafeeq was located. It felt more like a mission than a visit, and Hampsher soaked it all in. If there was nothing else she excelled at, completing missions was one.

  For ten minutes, she climbed stairs at an alarming rate, not breaking a sweat. By the time she reached the very top, her energy level had spiked, and her adrenaline was pumping. Both became semi-diluted as she came upon another pad in which the key card she’d snagged wouldn’t grant her access through.

  Keeping a level head, Hampsher dug through her pocket until she located her cellphone. She covered the key pad with the bottom of her hoodie and consumed it with darkness as she shined the red light from the face of her cell onto it. The numbers all lit up, some green, some red. The green ones indicated the most activity due to germs accumulated on the human’s fingers and under their nails. With the traces, Hampsher was able to follow the trail and gain access to the floor in under thirty seconds.

  Her victory was short lived as she stepped into the dimly lit space, recalling the fact that Rafeeq’s loft consumed the entire top floor. Any entry led to his place. Horror sentenced Hampsher to the position she was in as she slid her hoodie from her head to be sure that she wasn’t being deceived. It was Rafeeq’s home, and that was Rafeeq that she could hear pounding into his suspecting victim.

  “Yes! Yessss! Yes!” The sounds of her being pleasured from the back haunted Hampsher, and she had yet to leave their presence. “Yeeeeesssssss!”

  “Throw that pussy back.”

  His baritone was thick and laced with desire. Rafeeq lifted his right arm and came down on his victim’s ass with a loud thud, shattering Hampsher’s heart and snatching her from her trance in the process. Unintentionally, she dropped the cellphone that was still in her hand when she entered, causing both Rafeeq and his partner’s attention to dart in her direction.

  Hampsher hated to admit the beauty that the woman possessed. Her dirty blonde hair and honey brown eyes to match complemented her fair skin. Even bent over, Hampsher could see that she was holding some serious baggage from behind. Baby girl was thick, even in the chest area. In summary, Hampsher noted the fact that she was nothing like her and imagined the girl was the type that Rafeeq usually went for. Hell, she didn’t know too many guys who wouldn’t go for the damsel. She was gorgeous.

  “Hampsher, what are you doing here?” Rafeeq inquired. His movements halted, and his eyes focused on her.

  Hampsher didn’t respond to his inquiry. She couldn’t. Instead, she locked eyes with Rafeeq and made unforeseen confessions that her mouth could never attest to. Her hoodie loosened as her chest caved and mouth slacked. Every nerve that she’d acquired on her journey up to his place had been splintered and was no longer of good use.

  “Hampsher, say something,” Rafeeq demanded as if he had the right.

  Again, she said nothing. Instead, she utilized the bit of strength she was still in possession of to turn on her heels and direct herself toward the elevator. The stairs would kill her at that moment. The thought of coming into contact with the lousy ass doorman crossed her mind, but Hampsher pushed forward. The faster she could put distance between she and Rafeeq, the better her life would be. Her grandparents crossed her mind, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to return to their home for the duration of the week. She needed the time alone. If her heart permitted it, she’d return to finish her visit when the weekend came.

  Why does this feel like pain?

  Why does this feel like heartbreak?

  Hampsher could call it that, but she refused. There was no way she would admit that she’d given another human the power to break a heart that wasn’t even hers to have. It had died the day that her mother had. Yet, she felt it beating and very much alive until the previous night. The night that had set her soul ablaze, and not in the way that she’d read in the romance novels she’d picked up. In her opinion, they were partially to blame for the fire she’d caused by giving her false hope concerning a man that she only knew on paper and hardly in person.

  The night had been as rough as the one after losing her dear mother. There wasn’t an ounce of sleep that was desired. Rest was the furthest from her mental as she lay in the comfort of her freshly laundered sheets with her violin at her side. Through the night and at random, she’d play a tune, never lifting and never maneuvering from the position she was in. Without bothering to string her instrument, Hampsher curled in the fetal position as she watched the sun rise while humming the words to the latest song she’d written in light of the situation she’d found herself in with Rafeeq. She wondered if there was ever any truth to them.

  If it’s my heart that you’re after,

  Prepare to come back empty handed.

  If it’s my love that you desire,

  It’s not to you that I can hand it.

  Ewwww. Ewwww. Ewwwwww.

  Call off the forces

  Warn the troops

  You’re demanding something I just can’t give to you.

  Be patient, gentle and kind

  Because in time you’ll find

  Someone to fill you with bliss

  Much more rewarding than this

  I’m merely an abyss.

  If it’s my heart that you’re after,

  Prepare to come back empty-handed.

  If it’s my love that you desire,

  It’s not to you that I can hand it.

  Ewwww. Ewwww. Ewwwwww.

  Still fighting to carry myself

  Without the weight of someone else

  This isn’t a plea for help

  Please let me save you from the pain that I’ve always felt…

  A single tear fell from her left eye. There
were no more words left to be sung. It was all she’d come up with. Self-pity being the culprit of her morning, Hampsher decided that it was time to put the pain of the last few hours behind her. No matter how many times she played her violin or belted out notes, nothing would change the fact that she’d saw the man she’d began falling for, balls deep in someone’s pussy other than her own.

  Willing herself, Hampsher shot up in a flash and prayed that she hadn’t missed the morning’s activities. As she stalked to the window and peeked her head out, she watched the sign from the bakery light up, which caused her to smile for the first time in at least eleven hours. Pulling herself back inside, she lowered the window just a bit so that her family would have their chance to make it inside of the house. Busying herself, Hampsher sauntered into the kitchen and prepared their food. Yes, she’d had a night worth forgetting, but she would not allow it to disrupt her entire world. If she wanted to place it at the back of her head, she had to begin acting as if it never happened.

  Unable to wait out the cats, Hampsher wanted to cleanse her body. She felt filthy from the ill thoughts throughout the night. Coming and going, experiencing things that she had never before, Hampsher was at a loss and confused to say the least.

  Naked as the day she was born, she stepped into the steaming shower that she’d prepared while brushing her teeth and allowed the water to coat her entire frame. Under the beads of water massaging her shoulders and back, Hampsher released the pressure that had built over the course of the last few hours.

  The images.

  The pain.

  The regret.

  The temptation.

  The betrayal.

  It all began to fade into black.

  Hampsher stepped from the shower ten minutes later feeling rejuvenated. She didn’t bother drying her hair because it wouldn’t be long before it was air dried. After pulling her underwear over her ass and a bra over her head, she tiptoed into the kitchen carefully so that she wouldn’t disturb the cats. To her surprise, they hadn’t shown again. Peeved, she hurried toward her window and peered across the street.