I lowered my voice, trying not to let my true emotions show because part of me wanted to slap the shit out of her for being so damn ignorant. “Brina, I love you, but I’m leaving. I refuse to stand here and listen to you defend that ignorant bastard.”
“You’re so wrong! You just don’t understand!”
“Whatever. You want your ass beat, so be it. Women always say people don’t understand, but unless you have an awakening, he’ll continue to beat up on you. I can’t help you until you’re ready to help your damn self.” I gave her a hug and a kiss, grabbed her by the chin so I could take another look at the shiner he gave her, shook my head in disgust, and left.
I didn’t feel like going back home so soon. Most of the malls were closed already, being it was Sunday, so I decided to just drive around for a while. My life had been really traumatic the past few days. First catching Quinton banging the hell out that ho and now finding out Brina was letting some bama pulverize her. I wasn’t paying attention to the road and almost crashed a red light. I slammed on the brakes, and the tires screeched to a halt mere inches from the pedestrian walkway.
My glove compartment popped open. Everything in it flew all over the front seat and floor of the car. I pulled over to the curb, turned on the interior light because the sun was setting, and started picking up the mess.
Somewhere in between the tube of dried-up lipstick that had probably been in there since Peter was a baby and the car’s registration certificate, I ran across the matchbook with Tyson’s number inside the cover.
I contemplated things and decided since Quinton was fucking that hoochie, bringing my benched player into the game might not be such a bad idea. I knew my ass was wrong, but I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the number anyway. He answered on the third ring, sounding like he was half asleep. He perked up when I told him who was calling and rushed to give me the directions to his place before I could even dig a pen out my purse to write them down.
I arrived at his apartment complex about twenty minutes later and realized straight off the bat I had no business driving, rather less parking, a Mercedes anywhere near it. However, he lived on the bottom level, and I was able to find a space right in front of his door, so I took the risk.
Tyson answered the door after I barely tapped on it. He was obviously looking out the peephole awaiting my arrival. His one-bedroom apartment was cozy and nicely decorated. I could tell he was a man who took care of himself and his belongings. He was wet, barefoot, and in a pair of jeans only. I was flattered he had gone through the trouble of taking a shower before I showed up. We both knew I was making a booty call, and I’ll take a pair of fresh, clean balls over sweaty ones any damn day.
Tyson and I kicked it for about ten minutes, just shooting the breeze. He asked me if I wanted a drink, I told him no thanks, and then he decided to cut the bullshit. “Take off your dress.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said take off your dress.”
He was sitting on a dining room chair, and I was standing over by his entertainment center, looking at some family photos. I should’ve cussed his ass out and left, but I reached behind my back and unzipped my gray casual dress instead. I lowered it off of my shoulders, stepped out of it, and ended up standing there only in my black slip, panties, and black leather, low-heel pumps.
“Come over here.” He spread his legs open and patted his right thigh, motioning for me to sit on it.
“Damn, aren’t you the assuming one, and demanding too! Sheeesh!” I was talking junk but walking over toward him at the same time.
“I’m not assuming anything. I’m just not into playing games. We both know why you’re here, woman, so come and get what you came for.”
I decided if he could be off the hook, I could be off the hook too. My nymphomaniac evil twin woke up and took over. “Don’t mind if I do.” I sat down on his leg and started rubbing his crotch. “Ummm, damn, is he hard for me already?”
“He stays hard. Take him out and put him in your mouth.”
“Hmph, I think not.” I removed my hand. “You do me first.”
“Oh, so it’s like that, huh, Miss Zoe?”
“Damn straight. No licking, no sticking.” He grinned as I got up off his leg and climbed up on the table. He stood up just long enough to turn his seat around so he was facing me.
“Ummm, okay, I’ll play along with your little game.” He raised up my slip and started trying to pull my panties down, but I wouldn’t lift my hips so he could get them over my ass.
I grabbed his face with my hands and slipped him the tongue. It was a brief, rough kiss, but I was in the mood for something rough for a change. When we came up for air, I instructed him, “Rip my panties off!”
As big and strong as Tyson was, he had to exert little effort tearing them bad boys off. He tossed them on the floor, stood up, and started kissing me again, pressing my back onto the table’s cold metal surface. He decided to take it to the bridge and ripped the straps off my slip too, pulling the nylon material down over my ribcage so he could grab both my breasts at the same time and bite gently on my nipples.
I grabbed the back of his head, bringing his mouth closer into my breasts. He pushed them together, taking both nipples into his mouth at the same time so he could suckle on them. He licked a trail with his tongue from my nipples down the middle of my stomach to my belly button, pausing there to dip his tongue in it and then blowing on it to make his saliva dry up. Damn, that shit turned me on!
He spread my legs open and went to work on my pussy. Tyson’s technique was different from Quinton’s. He bit on my clit, and while it was painful, it made me cum almost immediately. I was discovering yet another part of my sexual desires I never knew existed. I discovered I liked it rough.
That fact became even more obvious when he made me sit in a chair while he held my head and plummeted his dick in and out my mouth. I thought his dick was going to knock all of my front teeth out at one point. He was working his thang in and out my mouth so fast, but I held my own and sucked him until he came. His cum had a different taste than Quinton’s. It was more salty. Once I realized that every man’s cum had a distinctive taste, I began to wonder what Jason’s cum would taste like. The man I wanted to taste the most wouldn’t let my mouth anywhere near his dick.
“I have to go!” Tyson had just exploded in my mouth, and there were still a few droplets of cum trickling out the sides onto my chin when I blurted it out.
He looked at me like I had lost my fuckin’ mind. “You’ve got to be kidding!”
“No, I really do have to go.” I got up from the chair and headed toward the door. Looking back at it now, I don’t know what my issues were, but I definitely had some. It was almost as if I thought oral sex wasn’t actual cheating or something. Like with what I did with Quinton in the beginning, I intended to leave it at oral sex and go home. But Tyson wasn’t even going out like that.