Page 20 of Into the Blue
I’ve been spoiled from my first O on his face. My hands carefully gather his locs so they don’t get covered in my cum and he looks up at me for a moment with an emotion in his eyes I don’t know how to name.
I don’t get long to wonder about it because his mouth covers my clit to my opening, tongue dancing from top to bottom, driving me into another plane. My hips buck off of the bed and he does nothing to keep me in place.
Instead he slides those three fingers from earlier back inside me. I’m a little more relaxed now. He’s able to get his index finger into the second knuckle while his middle is putting pressure at the top of my channel. It is a kind of dexterity I didn’t know to be aware of. I’m stretched and stuffed—bordering on coming again when I know it hasn’t been enough time.
“I ca-can’t! Blue! It’s too much.”
He backs off, only to take his pinky out of my pussy and slide it into my ass.
“Ohh,” I exhale as he easily fills both my holes. All while my clit is still being tormented in his mouth.
He hums, that deep rolling sound that comes somewhere from his chest, and I break.
A scream tears from my throat from the magnitude of this orgasm and the shock of how responsive he makes me.
I don’t get a chance to come down from the high before he’s pressing me.
“Tell me who’s snitchin’,” he says, the command rolling easily from his lips. He thinks he’s got me in his hands when he couldn’t be more wrong.
He’s playing exactly into mine.
Body boneless and still on the high, my words come out in a sigh. “Dejuan. I saw him talk to Jay last night in a booth in the back. Isn’t Jay a LaFayette?”I knew he was.And I also know Dejuan was only working under someone else’s orders.
I need to know Blue trusts my word and what he would do when I give it.
“He is.” He scratches his beard and the movement is agitated and quick. “What you hear?”
“He was confirming a drop? Jay slid him an envelope and left quickly after.”
Blue gets off of the bed, going for the wipes to clean his face and hands again. This time, he doesn’t just leave to get my money and go.
He leans over me, our noses brushing as he cleans me with one hand and the other on my face. It’s gentle and affectionate. So out of place here even though it feels right.
“Don’t care if you don’t want to be careful. You will be careful in whatever it is that you’re doin’ sniffin’ around the Fayes. Don’t trust any of them around what’s mine.”
His.
I don’t answer, too stunned that my plan is working so well. I nod instead and he leaves again, only returning briefly to leave my stacks on the table.
Chapter 7
“Who you?” The elderly man who looks so much like me asks from his doorway.
I fidget with the hem of my tee over the waistband of my pants as he squints at me, trying to figure out if he really is seeing me. I know from pictures and the times I’ve seen him from afar, we are almost identical. Whatever are in his genes—they’re potent. Both me and Terrell Jr. could be twins with how similar our features are.
He couldn’t deny the resemblance if he tried.
After everything went down with Blue, I knew I had to at least try another way. I sat in that room considering any possible way that I could ally with Blue instead of making him my enemy. But it’s too late with the truth already burning under my identity and what I came here to do.
Now, I stand in front of my biological father hoping for no more hiccups in my plans. Terrell Sr. and my mother weren’t on speaking terms when she left the state. I’m certain that never changed even after.
She’s gone now and he’s an old man in retirement.
Maybe he will react differently to meeting me for the first time over a quarter of a century later. He’s too close to seventy for me to just springthis on him but I must.
Years ago I was bitter and sad that he was never in my life. But now, I need to keep in mind that this is business.
I’m not here to get the dad I never had growing up.
