Page 5 of He Thugged Me First

“Damn, a motherfucker gets a thick ass frame and a job and doesn’t know nobody,” Kasair said, causing her to glance over in our direction. When she did, a smile overtook her expression.

“Quari and Kasair! How did I know you two weren’t far behind?” She giggled, walking over and hugging us.

“Damn. You hugging these niggas, and the closest I get is a mean mug and stank ass attitude.”

“Uh, no. I actually had my hand on your side, or do you not remember that? Now why are you giving my nurses a hard time?” She put her hand on her side and mugged my boy.

“Because I’m not their fucking patient. I’m yours, and you keep tryna send them in here instead of dealing with me yaself, Gayze.”

She busted out in laughter. “Temper tantrums. I’ll be sure to write that on ya charts. It was nice seeing you two,” she tossed over her shoulder before walking out of the room.

“Damn she thickened the fuck out in all the right places.” Kasair shook his head as Mazz mugged him.

“Nigga, don’t you need to be fixing it with my sister before she?—”

“Don’t say that nigga’s name in here. Ole bucket head ass looks like he belongs on rap snacks.

” Kasair shook his head. Mecca was no longer dealing with his bullshit.

She had moved on and wasn’t paying him the same amount of attention.

He didn’t even hide the fact that it bothered him.

If anything, it made him act out even more with his disgruntled ass.

I looked at Mazz, and we both busted up laughing.

Mecca and Kasair were a never-ending game of scrabble.

Even when you thought they had it together, they didn’t.

Then when you thought they’d left one another alone, he’d fight whomever she was giving her time to, and she’d try to do bodily harm to him but end up taking care of him afterward.

“You know what? We can’t all be out here in love with Love like your bright ass.” He pointed at me and shook his head.

“But you could try. Instead, ya ass is out here fighting ya mommy issues.”

“Nigga, I don’t have momma issues because my mama wasn’t shit. When you see the old bitch, tell her I said wassup.” Kasair bobbed his head to the side.

“That’s what I meant.” I shrugged my shoulders and narrowed my eyes.

“Nigga, fuck you. We all got mommy issues then.” Kasair shook his head and mugged me.

I couldn’t abstain from laughing at that point, because he was dead ass right.

“Better question is why are you over there smiling all hard like you got ya balls licked or something?” Kasair asked as he and Mazz peered at me.

“My shooters popped it.” I smirked and looked at them.

“Fuck that mean? I thought you stopped taking jobs?” Kasair asked, confused.

“This old stupid ass nigga finally popped Love off.” Mazz responded before I could.

“About motherfucking time.” Kasair laughed as he shook his head. “You’ve only been bitching about it since you went to ya sister’s wedding.”

“Fuck outta here. I ain’t?—”

“Yeah, you been bitching about it, fam.” Mazz agreed with Kasair before we all started laughing.

KASAIR

“If I call you bae, you bae for the day…”

Mecca’s hardheaded ass made me want to wring her fucking neck the way she did what she wanted and said fuck what I asked.

Things with Mecca and I didn’t start off this complicated, I swear.

Things just happened to get deeper as feelings started to develop.

You see, I loved Mecca more than anything, but I couldn’t exclusively be with her.

I thought she understood that when she got with me.

She didn’t, and I didn’t expect to get to a point where I didn’t want her fucking with anyone else, but I swear every time she thought she found a nigga, I was up for it.

Mecca belonged to me, and I didn’t give a fuck what she thought.

But how could she when I didn’t belong to her?

She was fucking perfect, but why couldn’t I just be with her?

I wasn’t raised to love one woman. I was raised by my pops, who didn’t trust bitches for shit.

I didn’t see his logic until my mom went to the store and never came back.

She skipped town and forgot she even had a kid.

From that day forth, I took in all that my pops would say about bitches.

All his rules and shit were law. I’d never let a female ho me out.

That was until I fucked with her crazy ass.

Mecca was certifiably nuts, and that turned me on to no bounds.

Shorty was with the shits all the way. In the four years I had been fucking with her, she’d hit my ass with a car, stabbed me numerous times, and tazed me.

She’d maced me a million times too, but that didn’t count because she was the same motherfucker who went to get the milk to clear my eyes.

Now that I thought about it, all of the bodily harm she’d done to a nigga, she’d also taken care of me afterward.

She was my Bonnie, but I couldn’t be what she wanted me to be.

I wasn’t built like that, and she wasn’t built to let me do me, so we always ran head-first into brick walls.

After I left the hospital with Mazz, I headed straight to her crib.

If she knew like I did, she wouldn’t have her lil’ singing ass boyfriend in here.

I needed to get some clear conscience sleep and not that shit after I took a nigga’s life.

That wasn’t good sleep; that was the type of sleep that had you retracing your steps, making sure yeen leave the pigs no evidence.

I banged on her door before using my finger to cover the peephole like I always did.

I heard her footsteps approaching the door before they stopped abruptly.

“Go home, Kasair!” She yelled from the other side.

“I am home. Now, stop fucking playing and open this damn door.”

“I’m serious. I don’t need any dick tonight, so you can go?—”

“I’m seconds from kicking this bitch down and getting you kicked out. Then where are you gonna stay?” I threatened.

Within seconds, I heard the locks being unlocked, and the door swung open.

“What the fuck do you want?” she asked with her arms folded and this lil’ stubborn ass expression on her face.

“To go the fuck to sleep. Don’t do this shit tonight, Mec.” I walked in right past her. I knew her place like it was my own. I continued over and took a seat on the sofa.

She laughed. “Oh, trust me. I’m not starting shit.” She put her hands on her hips.

“What you wearing to that nigga’s funeral?”

“Whose funeral?” she asked, confused.

“That sing-rapping ass nigga that has you thinking you can treat me any kind of way.” I mugged her fine ass.

“Nah, but I got my scrubs.” She nodded.

“For what?” I screwed my face up.

“For this time when we take that visit to the hospital.” With that, she turned on her feet and left me sitting on her sofa admiring her thick ass hind side.

“Ya mouth is getting too fucking slick. You wanna argue with me or fuck me, Mecca?” I asked, standing to my feet and following her into our bedroom. Yeah, I said our because I wish she would let a motherfucker touch the guts in the room I helped her design.

“Neither, and stop being so damn loud. Mel is asleep. Why are you even here?”

“Because you missed me,” I responded.

“Nah, I didn’t. You must have me misconstrued with one of your other bitches.”

“Yeah, I might because ya attitude is fucked up.” I shook my head. I definitely could’ve taken my ass to numerous other cribs and got no lip, but I was in love with this dumb ass girl. The list was long as fuck, but I wanted to be here.

“Just go. I don’t want to be bothered with you.” She almost looked convincing when she said that.

“I’m glad you think I give a fuck that you don’t feel like being bothered with me, but I don’t. I wanna be bothered with ya moody ass.” I walked over to her dresser and emptied my pockets onto them, getting ready for bed. It was clear she wasn’t giving up the pussy, so I had to take the loss.

She sighed like I was annoying her before turning the light off and getting into the bed.

“Ole petty ass, you see me getting undressed.” I mugged the dark.

“You’re right. I did, but does it look like I give a fuck?”

“Nah. I can’t tell. Your petty, spiteful ass cut the lights out,” I responded.

Mecca could act like she didn’t want me near all she wanted, but the both of us knew what it was. I wanted to be up under her stupid ass, and she wanted to be under me.

When I crawled into the bed, I reached over for her, but I didn’t feel her which meant she had scooted her petty ass all the way to the end of the bed. “Really, Mecca?” I asked.

“Yeah. I don’t want you touching me. I don’t know what bitch you?—”

She couldn’t finish her sentence because I snatched her slick lipped ass up by her shirt. I pulled her damn near until she was up under me. I was lying on my side and looking down into the darkness.

“Stop bringing bitches that ain’t relevant up.

” I allowed my hand to creep up her chest until I gripped her neck.

Now I had a pretty good guess where her lips were so I leaned down and kissed them before allowing my lips to travel across her jawline.

Simultaneously, my hand traveled lower toward her stomach before my fingers crept into the waistband of her underwear.

The moment my fingers reached their destination, I smiled at how wet she was, even though she acted like she didn’t fuck with me. “Why are you doing me like this, Mec?”

“Ka…” Her sentence trailed as I started to massage her wet, warm flesh.

I mashed my lips into her face as I leaned in closer to her to get a vantage. Her moans filled the room until I snatched my hand back.

“Kasair!” Her voice screeched.

“What? Yeen want me to touch you, right? Gone ahead back over there to the end.” I was fucking with her because I knew she hated when I teased her. I maneuvered until I was laying on my back. Before I knew it, she had crawled on my lap and straddled me.

“Why you gotta be petty, Kasair?”

“Because you came with it.” I smirked, licking my fingers clean before throwing my hands behind my head.

I felt her hand reach into my draws and free me before she exhaled loudly.

She knew what to do with me. She slid her body back and reached between the both of us to push her panties to the side before she moved back forward, resting her wetness on top of me.

“You gonna keep playing or show me that you miss me like I miss you?” I asked before crushing my top row of teeth into my bottom lip.

That’s why Mecca and I could never work.

We were two bull-headed motherfuckers that liked to get even.

She took her time and before I could utter another word, she was sliding her thick ass down me, stopping every three seconds and lifting back up.

She was teasing me now with her childish ass.

I no longer had the patience, so I pulled one of my hands from my back and rested it on her side before forcing her to slide all the way down.

“Fuckk!” She moaned the moment she reached the base. Once she caught her breath and footing, she began to rock to a slow rhythm like always. She loved to torture a nigga with the roll of a skilled dancer before she lifted herself.

She knew what it was the moment I pulled my other hand from behind my head and locked both hands on her hips.

“Tell me you missed me, Mec,” I demanded, now slamming upward into her.

I knew her like the back of my hand, and she refused to do such until I made her.

I couldn’t see her face, but I knew for sure she was biting her bottom lip because this shit between us could easily be categorized as dangerous.

Every time I slid into her, it was like it ignited a hunger in me, one that only wanted to please her.

I only wanted to please her and hear her tell me she missed me at her most vulnerable so I could mumble the same and mash my lips into hers.

Being with and inside of Mecca brought forth something inside of me that I wasn’t raised to have.

She brought out a nigga that wanted to only be in and with her, but it went against everything in me.

Her exotic cries filled the room as I slammed into her from below.

“Tell me, Mec,” I taunted, trying to control myself.

“Kas…ss I’m… I’m…” she continued to wind her hips against me.

One of my hands found her neck as I pulled her face down toward mine, intertwining our lips. “Miss me, Mecca.”

“I miss you, baby!” She cried out loudly as she fell back, riding the wave.