“Yeah, I’m about to watch y’all. You either down or you leave.”
Of course, they ain’t turn me down.
I lit my blunt, grabbed my glass, and sat down. I started watching them perform like X videos. Before I knew it, I had my dick in my hand, stroking it.
My mind couldn’t stay on them, though.
They were kissing, doing 69, moaning sexy as fuck, scissoring, trying to outperform themselves to please me, yet all I could think about was life, my future, my fuck ups.
The way Milan exposed my whole life like it was cute.
Me worried if Sade seen it and what she would think of me.
I was a rich nigga with failures and flaws, and I ain’t know how to fix them.
Now I was sitting here watching two women I ain’t care for no more, feeling like a lame.
I couldn’t think straight enough to get myself off, so I said, “Come suck me. Both y’all.”
I watched them get on their knees. Nia was deep throating me; Alana was sucking my balls. The shit felt amazing. My toes were curling, eyes closed, then the next thing I knew was thinking about Sade, and damn, that made me nut so hard, I almost called her name. I skeeted on both their faces, and they ate it up.
I sat there breathing heavy, eyes closed, not even connected to life anymore. I could hear them giggling. I was sure they had more fun than I did.
I finally got up and headed to the bathroom.
The first thing that came to my mind that never came to mind was:
I’m going celibate.
I needed a break from everything.
I got in the shower and leaned against the wall.
Nia came in laughing, holding a blunt.
“Vaughn, we—”
I cut her off before she could finish.
“I want y’all gone when I get out, and I ain’t fuckin around. We done.”
She laughed nervously. “Excuse me?”
“I said we’re done.”
“Like for good or for the night?”
I sighed. “For good.”
She sighed too. “I always knew this day would come, but never like this.”
Alana busts in, drunk and laughing.
“What he say?”
“I said y’all gotta leave.”
Alana looked at me for a second, like she was waiting for me to laugh and say I was joking.