Page 30 of That Fire

“Royaaaal! Fuck!”

He smacked my ass as I rolled my hips. “Fuck! I love your pussy, Liyah. This hot shit is a fucking dream.”

“Yes, baby. Your dick is amazing . . . that fucking fire. Give it to me.”

He started fucking my world up, making it hard for me to keep my balance. He pulled out of me, spun me around, and picked me up to lower me on the wooden table. I spread my legs as soon as my ass made contact, and he slid his shit back inside of me. I arched my back and allowed my upper body to fall to the table.

He lifted my leg and pulled the sock off my foot and sucked my second toe into his mouth. I came all over the table . . . just in time for dinner. He kissed the inside of my ankle and licked up my calf until he reached the back of my knee.

“Damn you taste so fucking good. Just like strawberries. I love the fuck out of strawberries, girl.”

I could barely comprehend anything he said. My head was swimming in the passion he’d engulfed me with. Hovering over me, he fucked me slowly, then sucked my nipple into his mouth. Two of his fingers found their way to my asshole, and he stroked it at the same pace until I came on his dick again.

“This my shit, Liyah?”

“Yes, baby. All yours. Is this my dick?”

“Hell fucking yeah. All yours, baby. I’m about to cum.”

He closed his eyes as his fingertips dug into my hips. He was giving me power, passion, and precision. The way he rolled his hips was hitting my G-spot twice within the same stroke. That shit was taking me down, and I couldn’t stop it if I tried. My pussy started spitting, and that shit was splashing all over him. He started fucking me faster as he stared down at it.

When he yelled then groaned, I knew he’d finally released. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing, I assumed. He kissed my lips and said, “Let me get you washed up and packed. We’re going to my house. I need you in my space, baby.”

“Okay.”

That was all I could manage to get out. I was winded as hell. He scooped me up and carried me to my bathroom. I could barely stand unassisted, so he brought me to the chaise in the corner and ran water to clean me up with. The last thing I remembered doing was rubbing my belly. I was tired as hell and had nearly blacked out.

“I wish you would have given me a heads up. That looks kind of shady, Lareesa. Why would you bring a nigga to my house that had never been here before?”

“He’s harmless, Liyah. I promise. I didn’t think, and I’m so sorry. He asked about you, because he hadn’t talked to you in a while, and I told him I was just with you not long ago and that you were pregnant. I told him that as an excuse as to why he hadn’t heard from you. Then he was like, ‘Wait, I need to make sure she’s not carrying my baby.’ Had I known he would go there, I wouldn’t have mentioned that you were pregnant. I swear I wasn’t trying to be shady.”

My entire body was fucking tingling. I wasn’t sure about her ass. I knew her, but I didn’t know her as well as I knew Nikki. Maybe that was why I got a weird feeling when she was fucking Royal. I didn’t have that feeling when Nikki was on his dick. It was like once Royal entered our lil situation, and she had his dick, it was all about him. It still should have been all about all of us. He wasn’t her nigga.

“Okay. I just felt weird about it, so I had to call you. I’m just waking up, so I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay. Talk to you soon.”

I ended the call and rolled to my side to stare at Royal. We were at his place. After my shower, we fucked all over the damn place until late last night. I was so damn exhausted. I didn’t want to get out of his comfortable ass bed. God, it felt like it was holding me hostage.

“You feel better?” he asked.

“No.”

He slid his hand back and forth on my hip. “Go with your gut. If you ain’t feeling her explanation, cut her ass off.”

“Right. I think I will.”

He kissed my forehead, then got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. I turned to look at the clock to see how much time I had before I had to get up. It was only eight. I was meeting Kambel for lunch. She wanted to meet in Liberty, and I was somewhat skeptical of that shit. That was where she lived and worked though. It wasn’t like I worked anymore.

My job had called, begging me to come back. They were so damn shorthanded, that was what they were resorting to. They said they had nearly thirty-five kids in classes. That was no longer my problem though. I was teaching English to sixth through eighth graders. I was tired. Most of those kids didn’t give a damn and neither did their parents. The YNs were out of control, and a lot of these boys were striving to be what they saw.

They were only ages eleven through fourteen and were already a nuisance to deal with. Nobody wanted to volunteer their free time to deal with disrespectful kids that didn’t belong to them. I wished there was something mandatory for their parents to attend. Their asses needed parenting classes and mental health advocacy. Times were hard enough, and they had the audacity to keep creating kids they couldn’t afford.

I didn’t understand their logic. Why would you allow yourself to get pregnant when you couldn’t even take care of yourself? There were preventative measures they could take to ensure it wouldn’t happen. Then I looked down at my big ass stomach and huffed. I used preventative measures and still ended up pregnant.If I ain’t the pot calling the kettle black.

I rolled to my other side as the babies kicked a few times. “I’m sorry, babies. I needed to turn to get comfortable. One of y’all was in a weird spot that had my leg going numb.”

I rubbed my belly in circular motions, soothing myself right into another slumber until the door opened. I looked at Royal and saw he was standing there with a breakfast tray. I frowned slightly, because I didn’t even see him leave the bathroom.