Page 19 of Love Next Door
“That’s so cool,” I whispered.
After a few minutes, I was lost in my thoughts again. A tear escaped from the corner of my eye after a while.
“What’s wrong?” July asked as he leaned forward and wiped it away with his thumb.
“I saw my ex today.”
July sat back in his chair and narrowed his gaze through the smoke he released. “And?”
“He was with his wife. She walked to the other end of the counter to check out a fragrance, and I said hi to him. He acted as if he didn’t see or hear me. I spent two years of my life with a man who acted as if I never existed. He never even . . . acknowledged me.”
I took the blunt he offered and took a long pull on it before I handed it back to him. I held the smoke in and then slowly released it. I could feel the impact right away; it was some good shit. I slowly began to relax.
“Would it have made a difference if he had spoken? Was there anything that he could have said that would have alleviated your pain?”
“No. It’s just the act of being ignored that hurts. But you know what’s even worse?”
“What?”
“The fact that it still hurts after all this time.”
“You dedicated years to that man, and since the first act of betrayal, he’s treated you like your sacrifice didn’t count. The shit he did was the best gift he could’ve given you.”
“How?”
“She’s gotta put up with a nigga whose true colors she doesn’t know. She’s lying in bed every night with a man who she has no idea of the level of treachery he’s capable of. It’s gon’ get her one day when she least expects it, though, and that hurt will be the worst.”
I handed the blunt back to him. Removing my T-shirt and short shorts, I reached over to the side of the balcony and turned off my fairy lights.
I straddled July as he took a long pull of the blunt. My hand reached between us, and I removed his dick from his sweatpants. We had long since disposed of condoms after both getting tested and sharing our results of a full STD panel.
“You feel so good,” I whispered as I sunk onto July’s dick.
His lips covered mine, and he blew the smoke into my mouth. “Not quite as good as you do,” he whispered back before his teeth scraped the skin on my shoulder.
My hips gyrated on his dick, and it felt so good. I didn’t want to move too much, just enjoy the sensation of quiet, controlled movements. There was a quiet chaos even in that, and it was so sweet and perfect. We created a rhythm and choreographed a cadence of ecstasy.
As I worked his dick over, I sung the lyrics to Jovi Noelle’s “Forget Everything” as it played from my phone on the table beside us.
July’s fingers pinched the flesh at my hips, and he thrust upward. His head bent, and he took my nipple between his teeth. He tugged until I cried out softly in pain. My arms looped around his neck, urging him closer to me.
My arousal intensified as he sank his teeth deeper into my flesh. When I rocked up, July slid a finger inside of my ass and removed his teeth from my nipple. He sucked on it lovingly before he glanced up at me.
“I’m getting inside of this ass one day, beautiful.” He spoke softly in the night. His voice competed with the loud chirping of crickets and cicadas.
“No. I’m saving that for my husband.”
He smacked me on my ass. “Like I said. I’m getting inside of this ass one day.”
Fear drummed in my belly at his insinuation that he claimed that title. One hand slid up my back and cupped the back of my head, tilting it forward, while his other hand tugged my chin down. July licked my lips until I opened my mouth for him. He sucked at my tongue and whispered, “One day.”
My hips rolled in circles, and my pussy clenched tightly around him. I was on birth control, so we didn’t worry about pulling out. I climbed off him and turned to face the railing.
“What’re you doing?”
“Fuck me.”
“What?”
