Page 28 of In Too Deep

My tongue poked the inside of mouth, debating whether or not if I wanted to tell the truth.

Not that it mattered anyway though. Suddenly, the hushed conversation Mimi and I had a while ago, made me adjust to my reality.

Romelo is like any other guy, with different motives.

How do I know that he doesn’t bait women in the same way he did my cousin, with a fairytale. I’d be a fool, pitying myself.

“I think you a regular nigga who gets to pick and choose. You’re the total package, Romelo.

You’re who girls want. I’d be crazy to fall for a macho man ass nigga and dream of a better life with you.

Let’s not get beside ourselves here. You want something just like I want something.

We don’t need to fall in too deep, with the woulda, shoulda, coulda shit,” I muttered, facing forward now, not allowing myself to get dreamy.

“You know you got a smart ass mouth, man. You’ve always had that smart ass mouth?—”

“No,” I cut him off. “I’m a logical thinker, Romelo. At the end of the day, you’re still my cousin’s man.”

“Until I’m not,” he grimaced.

“Then let me decide if I want to fuck with you or not. You’re considerable though,” I opted as I slightly shrugged my shoulders.

“Hmph, so I guess the ball is in your court?”

“It’s always been in my court,” I stated cockily.

“So, me trapping you inside my house means what?”

“That anything fun is meant to be temporary and doesn’t last forever. You’ll have to let me go. You can ransom with my life or my pussy.”

“Oh, but I can?”

“How so,” I challenged him. We stopped at a red light next to BJ’s. It was a popular wings and fries drive-thru spot. “You want BJ’s before I run through this light?”

“Might as well,” I muttered.

The line was long, but it was worth. He pulled up behind a black Toyota Camry and put his car in park.

Everything was always cooked to order, so there was no sense in expecting a rushed service.

His Audemars Piguet meshed with the cool AC, so when he touched my thigh, I shivered from the coolness, slightly clenching my teeth.

“Why you ain’t reach out and turn the AC off? You sittin’ over here wit’ chill bumps and shit,” he sucked his teeth and turned the air off. “You good?”

“Yeah,” I nodded my head, reassuringly. “Thank you.”

“But to answer your question, Synthia, I’ll fuck your world up. Fuck around and have you lookin’ for me in the daytime with a flashlight,” he boasted.

“Oh really,” I pursed my lips, smoothing my gloss.

“Hell yeah.”

“You’re not the first nigga to eat my pussy and make me cum.

Don’t get the big head nigga. Sex doesn’t keep me, and money ain’t a bonus.

I like loyalty. I want to be confident enough to say that “you’re my nigga” without an ounce of doubt that you won’t fuck off on me, and you’ve already failed at that. ”

“How you figure that?”

“Do I really need to keep throwing it in your face that your my cousin’s man? You’ve already shown me how you can be a backstabber, so that scratches you off the list.”

“I’m sure you ain’t never had a nigga that can rock the boat like me, Juicy.

Sex isn’t my only strong suit. I’m a likely suitor, and I don’t play fair.

You know I got options. Trecee is just something to do.

When I told you I wanted you, I meant that shit.

You don’t compare to Trecee. That’s like comparing a goat to a sheep. ”

“You’re having your cake and eating it too though,” I argued.

“That ain’t how I look at it,” he responded. “You ain’t got shit to worry about, for real.”

“I’m not worried about anything,” I shrugged defiantly. “Trecee and I are first cousins, but she’d jump ship at whatever looks good to save herself in a minute. She goes by a fuck family motto. We used to be thick as thieves growing up.”

“Oh, I get it,” he leaned up in his seat and put the car in drive, slowly treading behind the Toyota Camry, until he had to stop again. “You’ll feel like you’re betraying her and shit?”

“Sort of?”

“Regardless of all the shit she says about you and how she’s treated you?”

“Yup, sadly,” I uttered. “It’s the principle. I’m sure you’re big on that right—street code?”

“Nah,” he stroked his head, giving me his undivided attention again, steadily stroking my thigh delicately. “I just regret not choosing you from the jump. That ain’t principal, plus I have my reasons to believe that she ain’t always been loyal to me.”

“So, you think she’s dipping out on you?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, not seeming hurt by his allegations.

“You don’t seem hurt though?”

“Because I expect pussy to do exactly what it’ll do. You think because I got money and shit that I’m exempt from getting cheated on? Hell nah!”

“So, have you always been cheating on her?”

“Yeah, when the doubts started. I’m numb to this shit. That’s why it don’t bother me—fucking on you.”

“So, I’m a game of get back?”

I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth at his word play becoming slightly annoyed.

“Hell nah and stop puttin’ words in my mouth, gettin’ yo’ self all upset and shit.

You ain’t got no hot potato ass pussy. I meant what I said when I said it should’ve been you from the jump.

I ain’t trying to bullshit you on none of that macho shit Synthia and I don’t take you as the type to fall for that shit no way. ”

“That’s crazy,” I mumbled, unenthused by his slight compliment, and darted my eyes out the window, gazing at anything, but nothing in particular.

“I know, but look,” he grabbed the cusp of my chin and forced me to look at him again.

“Can I have you in the way that I want you? I want everything that comes with you and enough about Trecee’s ass.

Let her be. Moving forward, I want to be drowning inside of you—give me that. You know I’ll take care of you.”

“Okay,” I sighed, finding myself giving in. He was peeling back layers of me like an onion, unveiling things that I’d never agree to in another lifetime.

“Can I taste you?”

“And how would you do that?” I asked inquisitively, feeling heat rush up my spine.

He bit his bottom lip, revealing his attractive teeth, as they sank down. I wanted to melt through the ground, and the second my heart began to race, I knew there was no turning back now, and I was trapped, tangled in a web between love and lust.

“Put your right leg up here,” he instructed me, pointing at the cup holder.

“You’re flexible, so I know what you’re capable of.

I need to eat that pussy right now, I been feenin’ ever since I saw you with this cute ass dress on,” he grunted while greedily grabbing my ankle, clutching the gold anklet.

Obeying, without much resistance, I straightened my posture and watched him hungrily eat my pussy, licking and slurping on it delicately, until he pulled back. My sap was between his teeth and in the corners of his mouth. Anytime he ate my pussy he was a messy eater.

“You got to let me know when to pull up, Juicy,” he grunted, as he continued lapping up my pussy with his tongue, grinding it between my folds, pressing the tip of his tongue on my clit, making me shiver.

I darted my eyes open, unable to stay focused. How the fuck am I supposed to multitask with him sucking and slurping on my pussy like this? I’m not skilled like that. This was all too much.

“I’ll tr-try,” I stammered.

The Toyota ahead of us still had its brake lights on.

The sounds of him slapping his tongue against my pussy, slurping on my juices, and groaning against my pussy were causing my stomach to cave in. I glanced down at Romelo, extending his neck, trying his best to bury his face in my pussy.

“This shit tastes so fuckin’ sweet, Juicy!”

Gaping my legs open wider, I slid down just a little bit to give him better access.

Following suit, he began to tongue fuck my pussy, sending jolts of electricity coursing through me.

The first wave was vicious, as I felt myself coming to the edge of an intense orgasm.

Romelo could eat the fuck out of some pussy.

If his head was this damn good, I was afraid to know what the dick felt like or if it was just as good, maybe better.

I closed my eyes, feeling his tongue explore my pussy. This nigga was greedy, and if I was sharing or getting tossed, he’d leave nothing for the next nigga to eat on; he wasn’t even saving himself leftovers. He was doggish as hell, lapping up my juices, swallowing my sap too.

“Fuuuuck, this shit ‘bout to make me nut through my pants, bruh,” he pulled back to speak, followed by a moan. “Do you see the shit you do to me? Now you see why I’m becoming crazy over yo ass. I ain’t never had no pussy as good as this.”

Grinding my pussy against his face now, I was eager to cum. “Ooooh fuuuuuck, Romelo,” I whimpered. “You eat my pussy so good, baby.”

“I know Juicy.” He responded cockily. “I love eating this pussy. I fuckin’ love it bae.”

He gripped my thighs, the veins in his hands twitched as he scooted me down further on the seat.

Then, he pressed his nose against my vulva and pressed his tongue against my asshole, before inserting it and proceeding to tongue fuck me again.

I gripped the door handle, and my knuckles were starting to turn white as I rode the second wave.

“You’re gonna make me cum.”

In a rush, I pressed the tip of my middle finger against my bud, and my pussy was wet and slimy.

The mixture included his saliva and my juices.

Shifting my finger in a circle, I pressed harder, going at a steady pace, trying to get an orgasm out of me.

I needed to cum now, with no interruptions, and thank God for tint or the cars stopping at the red light next to us would have a crystal clear view of us going against everything wrong, but that was the thrill of it that I enjoyed the most. The thrill of someone seeing us would make me cum even harder.

“Romeloooo,” I moaned.

“Juicy,” he groaned.

My eyes closed, feeling an orgasm rip out of me. I was so close to the edge. Then suddenly, I felt my finger being flicked away forcing me to dart my eyes open. “Romelo, why’d you that?”

“Because it’s my job to make you cum,” his handsome face frowned. “You know that shit.”

“I was so close,” I muttered.

“I know,” he responded and continued licking my pussy harder and harder, going fast, ripping my orgasm out of me. “I’m ‘bout to nut to, Juicy.”

Hearing him utter those words, I screamed over the music playing, my legs shaking violently. So hard that I had to put my ankle down and rest it on the floor. My legs felt like needles were prickling on my skin. With my mouth gaping open, I was seeing stars and beginning to feel woozy.

“Romelooooo, I’m cummiiiiing,” I erupted, squirting and spewing from my pussy. Like a dog, he held his mouth open and slurped it up, swallowing it immediately, and started sucking on whatever wetness was left on my lips, vulva, and pussy hole.

“Gon’ head and keep cummin’ then.”

My hand brushed against his waves, trying to move his head, but he skillfully attacked my pussy again, getting another orgasm out of me, closing his eyes and letting my juices settle on his tongue before sitting up.

His mouth was slightly open as he grabbed my face, forcefully pulling my face toward his, and grabbed my chin so I could open my mouth.

Accepting my cum, he poured it into my mouth, like he was giving me a waterfall from a 20 ounce bottle of Sprite.

I flung my head back and swallowed it like a nasty ass bitch, following his orders.

Shortly after, he gripped my neck roughly, tongue kissing me hungrily and moaning into my mouth. “I’m nuttin’ baby. Fuuuck! I’m nuttin’,” he chanted, trying to catch his breath, while staring deeply into my eyes.

Beep!

A car honked behind us, breaking our staring session apart. I glanced ahead seeing the Toyota

A car honked behind us, breaking our staring session apart.

I glanced ahead, seeing the Toyota ahead of us.

There was enough room for another car to get in between us, and there was no telling how long it had been since they’d pulled up.

Romelo bit down on his lip again, shaking his head as he put his car in drive and pulled up too.

My eyes glanced down at his pants, noticing the wet puddle on his thigh.

“Put your leg down,” he demanded as he used the front of his hand to wipe his mouth after licking his lips.

Tasting myself was a first, and I tasted like nothing he bragged about.

My heart was beating so fast, I knew it wouldn’t be long before it ruptured.

Romelo was claiming my body, slowly taking ownership, and it felt so right, despite it being so wrong.

The thrill of the deceit surged through me, a giddy rush of excitement that pushed back against the lingering doubt.