Page 62 of 4 Corinthians

I looked at the clock and saw it was only ten. I wouldn’t be going to sleep any time soon, and I hadn’t fucked in what felt like forever. I needed to work off some of my anxiety that came with worrying about Trey and Eight.

“Alright,” I agreed, then hung up. I made a U-turn in the middle of the street, then drove to the other side of town, where Melissa was staying. She wasn’t my girl; hell, she wasn’t my type, but she was cool to chill with. When we met at Citrine’s spot that night, I thought she was there for Marus and had no intention of speaking to her again, but she made it clear that she wasn’t there for him and didn’t even know him. Nine mentioned it to Marus and he didn’t even know who we were talking about. Melissa and I exchanged numbers, and she called nonstop. I rarely answered, and when I did, she was basically telling me she just wanted some dick. Tonight, she was getting what she wanted.

***

“You look stressed,” Melissa said, leaning into me. She had on a dress so short that if she bent over, I would see her pussy. “What can I do to fix that?”

“Nothing,” I told her, shaking my head.

“You knew what this was coming over here, and now I can’t help you?” She laughed softly and shook her head. We were in her hotel room chillin’ on the couch. She’d had a few drinks but wasn’t drunk. I didn’t fuck drunk women. I always needed consent. She kissed my neck, and I sat there holding my bottle of water. She put her mouth to my ear. “Can I make you feel good?”

“Do what you gotta do,” I told her. She tried to kiss me on the lips, and I turned my head. “I don’t kiss.”

“At least have a drink with me,” she said, climbing onto my lap. She put her hands under my shirt and rubbed my chest. “I know you said you don’t drink, but one won't hurt.”

“I’m good.” I held up an empty bottle of water and showed her.

“Have another water then,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Alright,” I said, nodding.

Melissa climbed from my lap, took my empty water bottle, then went into the small kitchenette area.

“I’ma pee right fast,” I told her as I stood.

“Bathroom is right that way,” Melissa said, pointing to the bathroom door. I nodded then went to handle my business. When I came out of the bathroom, Melissa was standing in the middle of the room naked. “I don’t want to bullshit with you, Four. I want to fuck. I want you to hurt me in the best possible way.” She grabbed her nipples and pulled them. “Can you do that? Can you fuck me until I cum all over your dick?”

“Yeah,” I told her. She was a beautiful girl, but she would be nothing more than something I used to release my frustrations.

Melissa approached me and knelt in front of me. She unbuttoned my pants, then pushed them and my boxers down. My dick was hard, and she put it in her mouth. I closed my eyes and let her work. She sucked my dick until I was about to cum, then pulled back. She stood, pushed me back to the couch, had me sit, then climbed onto my lap.

“Ay nah,” I said, stopping her before she could put my dick inside of her. “Condom.”

“I’m clean,” she whined as she rubbed the top of my dick over her clit.

“That don’t mean shit,” I told her, shaking my head. “Condom or no dick.” I started to push her away.

“Wait!” She quickly said, then climbed from my lap. “I have some hold on.” She went to the side table next to the bed, took out a box, opened it, then took out a condom. By the time she got back to me, she had the condom open and immediately put it on my dick, then climbed back on top of me. “Shit.”

“No talking,” I told her as I pushed into her. “Don’t say shit, not even a whimper.” I fucked her from below. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see her face. Even though I couldn’t feel pain, I could feel pleasure. Robert knew that and had Josie fuck me for years. I didn’t enjoy sex with her. Now, as a grown-ass man, I had only had sex when I needed the release and nothing more. Melissa started to whimper, and I stopped moving.

“I can't help it,” she moaned as she started moving. “You make me feel good.” She kissed my neck. “Fuck I’m about to cum. Cum with me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I told her, shaking my head. I moved her off me, stood, then turned her around so that her face was buried into the couch pillows. I pushed back into her. My nut was close. I looked up at the ceiling, not wanting to see shit. I grabbed her waist and fucked her until I nut into the condom. I pulled out, and Melissa slumped into the couch.

“Shit,” she panted. She looked over her shoulder to see me taking off the condom and put her hand out. “I’ll throw it away.” I tied a knot into the condom and handed it to her. Melissa took the condom to the bathroom with her. She turned on the water, and through the mirror I watched her drop the condom into the toilet.

“Flush it,” I told her as I fixed my clothes.

She nodded, then flushed the toilet. “I leave tomorrow, but I want to get together again. You free for breakfast?” she asked as she cleaned herself.

“No,” I told her, shaking my head. “I have a flight in the morning.” I pulled some money from my pocket, counted it, then dropped it on the table. “I’ll holla at you the next time you’re in town.”

I left her hotel room, took my phone from my pocket, and blocked her number. When I got to my car, I called Uncle Bradon.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Any word?” I asked him when I started my car.