Page 40 of Thirst

Nae lets out a sigh like I just gave Amari permission to cut her, then she gulps her Rosé. “Oh, my word. I can't believe I'm hearing this. Bitch, are you a masochist? You like feeling pain?”

“I mean, doesn't everybody like at least a little bit of pain?”

“No. Not everybody.”

“Well, you're boring. Anyway, so then it got spicy.”

“Then it got spicy? It’s been spicy the whole time. A driver picked you up in a Mercedes and opened your door. You took a private entrance to a penthouse, where you were served wine and filet mignon. Then you were led to the bedroom by a masculine, fine specimen of a man who watched you strip to make you feel more comfortable. This is spicy deluxe already. Now you're just adding spice on top of spice. We’re about to get into blood play. This is what we call overseasoning.”

“It’s not overseasoned. Just listen to me,” I say, half joking. “So once he takes the little knife, he tells me he doesn't want to cut my arm, but down there.” Nae gasps, but I push forward so I can get to the best part. “I let him take off my panties, he puts this horizontal cut right above my kitty, then he lets the blood run down to my clit. That's when he goes in. He clamps onto me and starts sucking and licking my clit while lapping up the blood. It was unreal.”

“Wait, so he went down on you?”

“That would be an understatement.”

“Oh shit.”

“Then … it’s a bit of a blur, but … I remember it feeling incredible. I came in his mouth. I couldn't help it. It was just too good. I clamped his head with both hands, and I just let loose.”

“No you didn't!” Nae yells, kicking her feet like an excited toddler. “That’s my girl. What did he do when you let it go?”

“I think he just drank it all down until I was finished,” I tell her. “I was seeing stars, breathing hard and everything. He wrecked me, then went and got me this little bandage to cover the cut for me. We talked a little more, he paid me the twenty-five-hundred, and we agreed to see each other again before I left.”

“Damn,” Nae says, in awe. “That’s wild. So, you enjoyed it enough to want to go back?”

“You already know,” I say, looking at her like she's crazy. “The way he ate it had me howling to the moon. If he's that good with his mouth, I can only imagine everything else.”

“Well, you already told me you felt that pipe through his pants during a dance before.”

“Yes. A pipe indeed. I'm anxious to go back and see how far all of this progresses.”

“Wait, so he didn't try to sleep with you? He was down to just eat it and be done?”

I gesture with my free hand. “That’s what I said! But when I asked if he wanted to finish, he said he’d gotten everything he wanted already.”

Nae frowns, confusion pushing her brows down. “Well, that’s new. This man is one of a kind. I mean, we love a man who eats for his own pleasure, but he didn't want to come at all? No blowjob, no sex, no nothing? Girl, you got yourself a unicorn.”

All I can do is laugh at the statement. It’s not like I did anything to get Amari. He came to me one random night in the club, now my money worries are fading and I'm having orgasms that make my eyes sore from squeezing them shut so hard. I guess some people are just lucky.

“Alright, well I'm glad it all worked out for you and you're safe,” Nae says. “I was ready to hunt a bitch down if he hurt you.”

“Nah, I'm good. It was great.”

“So then what’s next? All green flags and monumental orgasms have to be leading somewhere, right?”

I shrug. “I don't know. Right now, I'm just going with the flow and waiting for the next time I see him. He's busy with what he does. I'm busy with my life as well. So whenever he pops up, I’ll be ready for whatever he wants to do. As long as I'm healed up by then, he can cut and eat me out any time.”

Nae and I laugh together. “You are something else. I'm happy for you, though. Get yours, boo. Besides the blood, I'm living vicariously through you.”

“Usually it’s the other way around.”

“But now you're getting eaten out in penthouses, so the roles are reversing.”

“Touché, touché,” I say, clapping with just my thumb and pointer finger.

“Did he say when he’d see you again? Hopefully the cut heals before then.”

“He didn't say, but that’s the only thing I'm even worried about. I think it was bleeding quite a bit, so it might take a minute to heal completely.”