Page 41 of Suleem and Yahzi
“Swallow my shit, baby, fuck…”
His fingers tightened at the base of my neck until he shot his seed down my throat. I continued sucking and fisting the base, squeezing and rotating my hands until I felt him soften beneathmy palms. I pulled back and flicked my tongue over the tip before I kissed it. When I began to tuck him back into his sweats, he caught my wrist.
“Nah, that’s not it. Come ride your dick, Yah.”
I grinned and shook my head. “Not out here. Finish that and you can take me home and I’ll ride you.”
My hand pressed onto his thigh to brace myself before I leaned into him and let my mouth meet his. An exhale of smoke bypassed my lips and I sucked it in before his tongue followed, providing a sample of what I could expect when we made it back to the apartment.
When he pulled back, he brushed a thumb over my lips and narrowed his eyes on me. “I didn’t change for you. I did that shit for me but my job is to always be the best man I can for you. Yours is to inspire me to step my game up to be what you deserve, and on gang, Yah, I’m gonna always deliver.” He kissed me once more before I was back in my seat. It took him another fifteen minutes to finish smoking then we were on our way back to the apartment.
As soon as he parked in the spot next to Kassir and opened my door, I collected our empty food containers, dumped them in the bag, lifted onto my toes, and kissed him. “Carry me.”
“You can’t walk?” His tone was teasing while he turned his back to me at the same time. I fisted the plastic bag in one hand and looped the other over his shoulder when he tapped my side, signaling for me to hop on. I locked my legs around his waist at the same time he hooked one arm behind us under my thighs to hold me in place as we approached the building.
We took the elevator up to the tenth floor and the minute we stepped off he made clear, “You’re back there rubbing that pussy all over me. You’re damn sure about to get fucked as soon as I get you in here.”
I grinned and kissed his neck after he keyed the code and carried us inside. “I feel yucky because it was so damn hot out there. I’m taking a shower first.”
“That’s cool, I’ll get my first nut off in there.” He slapped my ass hard. Suleem was on his way to the bedroom and I made a pit stop to dump our empty food containers in the trash. From the way my pussy was already pulsing, she was definitely on board with his plan.
After we both showered and Suleem had me spread open, legs draped over his arms while he devoured my pussy, the weed in his system and the need pulsing between my thighs meant this was going to be a long night.
The next afternoonI was sitting on the balcony swiping through Skroll and saw a post from Rebel. It was a carousel of random pictures with the caption “no face no case but y’all already know who it is because he’s mine.”
I laughed hard after swiping through the pictures. There was one of her wrapped ankle propped up on Kassir’s thighs. He was only visible from the chest down but I recognized the tattoos on his arm. There was another of her kissing him, but the angle hid his face, and the last one was of Rebel’s head in his lap with the camera over them while she was cheesing big as hell. She was either drunk or high based on her low eyes.
I loved the picture then texted her.
Me: Um, we doing PDA now…
Rebel: I just got up and my head is still cloudy so please don’t make me decipher that.
Me: Miss Emma set you up too?
Rebel: Girl, no. I twisted my ankle after y’all left and it was about to take me out so Kassir gave me an edible.
Me: Well that explains the random post.
Rebel: What post???
Me: Go to your page. It’s cute though.
It took a minute before she texted back.
Rebel: Ahh, shit. This is why I don’t smoke or do edibles. I can’t believe I posted that. I don’t even fucking remember doing it and I’m going to murder Kassir because I know he was well aware.
Me: Oh I’m sure he was and don’t delete it. It’s perfect. No face no case, boo.
Rebel:
Me: And who did your rose tattoo? It’s cute.
In the picture with her ankle on Kassir’s legs, I saw the rose inked on the inside of her thigh with Kassir’s name on the stem. I had already planned on getting one. Even though Suleem made it clear I didn’t have to be inked, that rose meant a lot in his world. It was a commitment to him, his life, and the loyalty he lived by. As much as my promise that I wasn’t going to leaveagain gave him comfort, having that rose on me would be just as profound.
Rebel: You trying to get one?
Me: Maybe, but please keep this between us.
