Page 13 of Dionysus
Bishop had now focused his attention on Keith, “Thought wrong nigga. Who is she?”
“I can speak for myself,” I jumped in.
Keith ran his hand over his head. “Chill, nigga she’s a friend.”
Bishop eyed me carefully as he walked toward the back. I turned to Keith, “You could have told me your dad was home.”
He burst out laughing before leaning forward. “Just like Chevy isn’t your pops, neither is he. Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
I followed behind him as he led the way. When we entered his room, the smell of weed consumed me. “You smoke?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Sometimes.”
Keith picked up the half-smoked blunt, lit it, and handed it to me. I took a few pulls before making myself comfortable on his bed.
“You got a nigga or what?”
I immediately thought about Dio. He wasn’t my man, but my heart felt like he was. I genuinely wish this moment was spent with him, but I didn’t even know if he was coming to Toussaint. Zaria acted as if he had met his demise, like he was dead, and Ididn’t know what to think. If I gave Keith a chance, would I be wrong? Dio did friend zone me.
Keith’s head moved around until his eyes caught mine. “Is that a yes?” he asked.
I pulled on the blunt again, “It’s complicated.”
He nodded slowly. “I don’t know what that means, but I do know that I’m trying to see what’s up.”
Baby flutters hit my stomach as Keith had now stood in front of me. I pulled on the blunt again. “I’m a complex girl,” I mumbled.
He took the blunt from my hand, placing it to his lips to pull it away after he took his pulls. “Well let a nigga decode you.” He smiled.
He set the blunt in the tray and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his chest. He wasn’t as chiseled as Dio, but he had a decent physique. Keith leaned down, placing soft kisses on my cheek and neck.
I exhaled lightly. “Keith,” I called out.
“Sup, Pretty girl?”
“Whatever happens, please know this is with no strings attached.”
“Bet.”
He leaned forward as I leaned back. His lips trailed from my neck down to my open belly. I stared at the ceiling as the white turned into a dark blue. The blue began to swirl around in a circle, and a mixture of orange took place. The colors chased each other like they were racing to be first. Keith’s warm wet tongue landed on my pussy and my eyes closed as my back arched.
“Ah!”I moaned.
The laps his tongue did were like the colors I saw. Keith pushed my legs up and opened them wider as he dove deeper into my center. My head fell back further as my eyes opened tothe blue and orange still chasing each other. His hums on my clit made me gasp loudly.“Oh my God!” I shouted.
“Pretty girl, you’re wet as fuck.”
The blue color pulsated over the orange. Had it won the race? Then I heard Keith say something that threw me off. “Mm,Mars.”
I sat up on my elbows to glance down at Keith having his mid-day serving. He was eating my pussy so good I couldn’t even tell him to stop. My head dropped back again, focusing on the colors. The orange grew bigger as it began to consume the blue. An image of Dio filled the center, and a tear escaped my eyes. This shit felt so fucked. I knew I shouldn’t have felt guilty, but I did.
Before I could push Keith away, the feeling of an orgasm was finding its way to the top. My hand landed on his head with a snake-like motion. I kept my eyes focused on the image I had of Dio as my legs trembled, my breathing picked up, “I’m- I’m,” I panted hard and loud as my stomach caved.
Bishop scared both Keith and me as he opened the door. “The fuck y’all—”
I rolled on the other side of the bed, kicking Keith in the head. “Shit!”
“That’s right shit! Fuck y’all in here doing. I’m the only one fucking in this house. Keith, nigga—”
