Page 12 of Stand on That

I figured the question was rhetorical, so I didn’t answer. I just sat there stiff as a board trying to pretend like his presence and his lips on my ear wasn’t sending my nervous system into overdrive.

“Fuck that bitch. She’s talking shit because she knows what it is, and she wants her friend to feel better. I bought one bitch titties. Shit was seven bands. Here.” He stood tall and removed money from his pocket.

I felt everyone staring at us as he counted out money. This shit was insane. Darius placed a wad of money in my lap before leaning back down to speak in my ear. “That’s three. I’ll have the other four for you tonight. Hold your head back.”

I did as he asked. Darius pecked my lips and just like that, he was walking back toward the door. Loudmouth still had the phone to her ear, but she was talking very low. So low that I could no longer hear her. Hailey laughed so loud, my eyes almost jumped out of my head.

“I know that’s right, sir. That’s how you clear a bitch!”

Looking down at the wad of money that was in my lap, I didn’t know what to think. I was still in shock when my nails were done. I paid for me and Hailey’s nails, plus gave Hailey $500 for her pocket, and tipped the nail tech $25.

“I’ll be glad when we can go in restaurants and order cute drinks. A good steak and a lemon drop would be love right now.”

“I know,” I sighed. “Just a few more months.”

“Bye, friend. I love you. And be safe out here in these streets. You got hoes hating on you.”

“I see.” Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes simultaneously. The way a female would hate another woman over a man was insane. “I love you too.”

In the car, I pulled the seatbelt across my body while trying to decide where I wanted to get food from. I was starving. I already had a pedicure, and I’d gotten my lashes done earlier. I’d also gotten a Brazilian wax the day before, and my eyebrows tinted. All I had to do was go home and exfoliate in the shower, moisturize my skin and have it feeling like butter, then go to Darius’ house and put it on him.

We weren’t in a relationship. There was no need for me to lie and say I wouldn’t feel some kind of way if he dealt with another woman but technically he could. As long as he remained respectful and continued to treat me well, then I was going to remind myself to date and have fun. Chicks were mad because they wanted him and if he wasn’t entertaining them, that didn’t have anything to do with me. If we ever stopped dealing with one another, I’d die before I became a salty, bitter bitch that started shit with the next female he chose to date.

“Focus on the now,” I mumbled to myself. “Worry about later, later, and don’t let these miserable bitches trick you out of your spot.”

Darius usually picked me up when I went to his home, but this time, I drove myself. I wore the shortest pair of shorts that I owned and a belly shirt. My spennanight bag was hanging from my shoulder because I was spending the night. There would be no getting home before the sun came up. I wanted to wake up in Darius’ home in his bed.

When he opened the door, his face held a serious expression. I was almost certain that he was a little irritated about me even letting ole girl in the nail shop make me feel some type of way. I gave him a sheepish grin.

“Why you look like you mad?”

Darius didn’t respond with words. He simply shook his head at me and closed the door after I stepped inside.

“I wasn’t mad. More like irritated,” I pled my case as I followed him to the couch.

“You’re gonna stay irritated then. Bitches love to talk and keep shit going. That’s what they do. I don’t give a damn what they say and every time they say something, I don’t want to have to hear about it.” Darius didn’t raise his voice, and his tone wasn’t mean. It was firm, however, and I got the point. He wasn’t for the bullshit.

Darius had been in the middle of rolling a blunt when I rang the bell. He leaned forward and got the weed filled cigar paper off the coffee table and finished rolling up. That, I was glad about because I needed the weed to mellow me out. Hopefully, it would mellow him out too. We sat in silence as the movie he was watching played on the television in front of us. While Darius was lighting the blunt one of his two cell phones vibrated against the coffee table. He took a quick pull from the blunt and picked it up.

“What up, G?” he hit the blunt one more time and passed it to me.

Weed truly was one of the best things ever. After just four tokes, just like that my nervous system regulated, and I became lost in what was going on, on the television screen. I passed the blunt back to Darius as he continued his conversation. I was only half listening, but I didn’t think it was about business because he mentioned getting a haircut and the racetrack. Darius passed the blunt back to me, and I truly felt like a lightweight because after four more tokes, I was floating. I felt so damn good, I had the urge to smile, and there wasn’t even anything to smile about.

He went to the kitchen to grab us two bottles of water, and I’d never been so grateful for liquid in all my life. The cotton mouth was so real it had my tongue feeling thick. “Thank you.” As soon as I got the cap off, I was chugging water like it was my first time ever drinking it.

The weed and the movie had me in such a zone that I didn’t realize Darius was no longer on the phone. The weed obviously had him in a better mood because he tapped my thigh with the back of his hand. “Come here. With them lil’ ass shorts on.”

That was the moment I’d been waiting for. With a grin on my face, I climbed in his lap and once again, he shook his head. “Fuck you smiling for?” he mumbled.

Rather than responding with words, I eased my tongue past his lips and kissed him sensually and slowly. His hands found my ass cheeks as he rubbed and palmed them. I didn’t apologize with words. I did it with my mouth. Pulling back from the kiss, I moved my mouth over to his neck and began to suck. As dark as he was, there would be no way I could leave a passion mark, so I sucked more aggressively than I’d kissed him. Moving my mouth back over, I kissed him again but this time, it was sloppy and deep.

“That’s how you feeling?” he mumbled taking my shirt off.

Darius cupped both breasts in his hands and took turns sucking each of my nipples. The combination of the weed and his mouth had me about to cum just from sucking my nipples. I wasn’t done apologizing, however. Easing off his lap, I settled between his legs and pulled his dick from his basketball shorts. Darius eyed me with a gleam in his eyes as I gripped his thick tool.

Once I had him inside my mouth, I closed my eyes and zoned out. I lost all concept of time and gag reflex as I sucked the life out of him. When he grabbed my ponytail and whimpered slightly, it stroked my ego. I was wearing my real hair and the faster I sucked him the harder he gripped my hair.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “Let me get that pussy.”