Page 31 of U + Me : The Finale
“Ain’t no ‘buts’ if you trust a nigga. Either you do or you don’t and if you don’t…this not gon’ work. I’on plan to spend the rest of my life tryin’ to prove to you that you chose up, you should already know that shit.”
“I just know you,” I replied, being honest.
I didn’t want to bring up Dymond, but shit they clearly were messing around from how she reacted to seeing us caked up at the lounge. I needed to feel reassured that I didn’t have to worry about him having any weak moments. Darius must’ve read my mind cause he grabbed both sides of my face then looked into my eyes.
“We not addressin’ this shit no mo. Ain’t no female out here worth what we got. I’ve had my share of pussy, and I know how to handle myself when we not together.” He grabbed my crotch then rubbed his hand across it, making my kitty purr. “This all I need…along with this.” He tapped on my heart then brought my face to his lips.
We started tongue kissing and when he removed my dress, exposing my breasts and thong, I didn’t give a damn. It was dark as hell, and his backyard was surrounded by trees where his massive grass in the yard ended. His neighbors weren’t close to him on either side so there was ample privacy. The only way someone could see us was if they were being nosy and on some voyeurism type shit.
Darius was wearing a pair of black Nike shorts and a wife-beater under a white T-shirt. Once I helped him remove his T-shirt, I left him to remove his wife-beater while I moved his shorts and briefs down to his ankles. When his pipe sprung at attention, I couldn’t help but to smile. His dick was so big, veiny,and with a slight curve and the tip had a thick ring around it. Just looking at it and caressing the shaft had my mouth watering.
I stood up so that he could fully remove his shorts and briefs then I got on my knees while he laid back. I had never tea-bagged a man before doing it to Darius but sex with him put me in this zone where I was willing to try it all. When I first tea-bagged him his reaction was a turn on. And the fact that I could make him cum with my mouth and hands had my walls vibrating and yearning to be stretched out.
“Keep on,” Darius hissed. “Gon’ make a nigga nut.”
“That’s the point.” I giggled against his tip then swiped my tongue at his opening.
That second round penis was the best cause Darius fucked me like he had a point to prove every time. I started alternating between his sack and shaft while I teased his tip with my fingers. Once I felt his precum ooze from the tip, I took it into my mouth and sucked on it like I was trying to give him a hickey.
“Fuckkkk!” Darius groaned as he grabbed the back of my head and filled my throat with his warm, sweet cream.
I couldn’t deep throat him; I could only get half of him in before I would gag but I sucked mimicking a sex rhythm. Once he was fully hard again, I got back on his lap and fucked his tip while he whimpered and moaned for me to bounce on it. The tip was his spot and bouncing and riding it had become one of my favorite things to do. The thick ring around the head teased my clit, and within a few minutes, my opening was squeezing his tip as an orgasm ripped between my lower lips.
“Pussy so fuckin’ wet.” Darius hissed as he slammed my hips down and thrusted into me with so much force I shouted out in ecstasy. I know someone had to have heard me, but I didn’t give a damn. We made love until we both came together, again. By the time we were done, all I could do was lay in his arms underthe midnight sky, our bodies hot and sweaty, his semi hard penis still deep inside of me.
The sound of Darius’s cell phone going off back-to-back, and the fact that it was the middle of the night, was what woke us both up. I got up just enough so that he could reach his shorts to get his cell. When he answered it, he didn’t put it on speaker, but I could still hear who it was and what they were saying.
“Nigga! ‘Bout time yo ass answered.” Ermias all but shouted. “You with Kimmie?”
I could hear Claudia in the background asking him to ask Darius if we were together. Darius ended up putting the call on speakerphone while he told them I was sitting right there next to him.
“Kimmie, thank God! We been trying to call you.”
“Who is we? My phone on DND.”
“Me and my mom, your dad is in the hospital and it’s not sounding good.”
“Wait! In the hospital for what?”
“That’s what I’m saying. My mom ain’t say. She just said come home now. We at the airport now waiting to board our flight back.”
My heart started pounding, and my words were caught in my throat. My bottom lip started trembling as I looked at Darius, feeling lost.
“Did she say what hospital?” Darius asked.
“Lake Forest,” Claudia replied. “Kimmie, take yo phone off DND. I’ma call you when we land.”
When Darius hung up, I hopped up off of him and scurried inside to get dressed. Even though we just had sex, showering was the last thing on my mind. I ran into his bathroom and quickly cleaned the stickiness from between my legs at the bathroom sink, then got dressed in a crop top and matching yoga pants.
My mind was going in a hundred places. I tried calling my dad’s phone even though I wasn’t surprised he didn’t answer. It made what I had just heard even more real, although I already knew it was. I couldn’t stop myself from panicking, so I called Mrs. P while I got my things I couldn’t leave behind together. Just as she answered, Darius came walking into the bathroom, and I could tell he was talking to Tito. I heard him telling him to get the plane ready to take us to Chicago.
“Hey sweetheart,” Mrs. P whispered. “Thank God you called.”
“I just talked to Claudia. What’s going on with my dad?” I asked, trying my hardest to not be dramatic, but I couldn’t hold back being emotional even though I didn’t even know what was wrong with him yet.
Once Darius got off the phone, he came into the closet and sat next to me on the bench.
“I’d rather explain everything to you when you get here.”
