Page 20 of Suleem and Yahzi (D-Ville Projects #1)

I grinned and pulled my lip between my teeth to suppress the amusement that took over. Suleem’s ego wouldn’t allow me to have ties to another man. Not even one he considered family.

“And what about my booth fee?”

“I got that covered, unless you want your own shit. Then I’ll just get you a spot. In fact…”

“No…” I shook my head, rolling my eyes. “There’s no point in opening a shop that competes with his. That’s kinda pointless and defeats the purpose of keeping it in the family.”

“There are enough niggas in D-ville to keep both y’all’s pockets laced.”

He was right, but that wasn’t my game plan.

“I don’t want the responsibility of an entire shop and I also don’t know what my future looks like here.”

He grilled the hell out of me and I smiled. “Careerwise. This is cool for now and I might stick with it but until I make that decision with certainty then cutting at Fadez is good enough.”

He nodded. “Aight, but if you change your mind, I got you.”

“I know you do.”

After a few minutes of us enjoying the moment, Suleem reached under his seat and removed a Ziplock which he tossed into my lap.

“Roll that for me.”

I grinned when he dropped his head to the leather headrest and turned low set lids on me.

“You can’t do it?” I asked, tugging the bag open and removing the black case.

“Yeah, I can, but I want you to.”

I brushed my fingers over the metal tin before I flipped it in my hands. It was a little larger than a deck of cards and had Burn One printed in bold white letters on a black background.

“This is new.” I snapped the lid open and noticed the natural rolling papers inside, removing one.

“That’s Aso’s shit.”

“The rapper?” I hadn’t heard much from him other than the singles he dropped preparing for his album but I also didn’t keep up. He was cool with DP and I was pretty sure they funded his first solo project that got him signed years ago.

“Yeah, that nigga is trying to get ahead of the game. I told him that rap shit won’t last forever but the brand he can build from it can.”

“So you’re his manager now?”

Suleem grinned sexily. “Nah, I’m just a highly intelligent muthafucker who knows how to hustle a dream into a dollar.” He winked and I rolled my eyes.

After I had the grinder in hand, I twisted the lid and dropped several clusters in, turned it multiple times before I dumped the contents in the paper and carefully rolled, sealing it with a swipe of my tongue.

Once I had it right, I leaned forward and handed it to him.

He rolled it between his fingers before digging into his pocket for a lighter and blazing up, speaking through a cloud of smoke after his first drag.

“You’re trying to get me fucked up.”

“No I’m not.”

“This ain’t no reggie, Yah. Your ass probably got a contact high just from rolling it for me and you made this shit thick as hell.”

I grinned and held my hand out. “You want me to split it.”

He shook his head lazily. “Nah, I’m cool.”

I felt the stillness of the moment and the drink Miss Emma set me up with. My mind was slowing down and my limbs felt heavy, so I lifted my arms above my head and stretched them with an exaggerated arch of my back.

When my eyes were on Suleem again, his weighted gaze moved over my body and lingered at my chest. The possessive way he took me in had my stomach tightening. “You owe me for cutting up my damn shirt too.”

“ My shirt,” I argued and he smiled, expelling a cloud of smoke. He was right, whatever the hell he was smoking was potent and giving me a contact high.

“Last I checked, your name wasn’t on my payroll, Yah.” His voice was low and easy.

“Because it wouldn’t be. I’m the owner. Isn’t that how this works? If my man is running shit, I’m running shit. That means I’m the boss.”

He chuckled, nodding. “You got that.”

Like he had done with me a minute ago, I took him in with a possessiveness that had my thighs tensing. Suleem was reclined with one arm folded behind his head, legs spread as wide as they could go while he locked in on my face. My eyes dropped to his lap before I lifted and moved across the seat.

As soon as I pushed my fingers beneath the elastic of his sweats, I lifted my eyes to his. “Did you change for me?”

“What you mean?”

“Lampin’ and Lux,” I said right before I freed his length and dragged my tongue over his head.

“Did I have to change for you?”

I took him in as deep as I could and fisted the base.

“No.” My mouth glided up and down him a few times, enjoying the feel of his hard, veiny dick before my tongue circled the head and I deep throated him.

When I reached the tip and he plopped from my mouth, I grinned at the pinched expression on his face.

“I love the man you were and I love the man you are. It’s a win-win. ”

My mouth was on his dick again and I sucked him hard, hollowing my cheeks. My tongue glided around the base then moved up and over the tip.

“Fuck, baby…” I lifted my eyes and he dropped his to meet them with a heavy gaze and sexy grin that had me sucking harder. “You’re so gotdamn pretty, Yah. Suck that shit.”

The low grit of his voice had me adjusting my jaw so he could reach the back of my throat while I moved my tongue with a greedy pace and rotated my hands at the base because I couldn’t reach that far.

His long, thick, veiny dick was more than average and had me vigorously bobbing my head and relaxing my throat to fully embrace his length.

“You want this nut, Yah?

I smiled around him and hollowed my cheeks, sucking him harder while I massaged his balls.

When the warmth of his palm landed on the back of my neck, I gagged a little, moaning from the stretch of my lips and the throb of his dick against my tongue.

“Swallow my shit, baby, fuck…”

His fingers tightened at the base of my neck until he shot his seed down my throat.

I continued sucking and fisting the base, squeezing and rotating my hands until I felt him soften beneath my palms. I pulled back and flicked my tongue over the tip before I kissed it.

When I began to tuck him back into his sweats, he caught my wrist.

“Nah, that’s not it. Come ride your dick, Yah.”

I grinned and shook my head. “Not out here. Finish that and you can take me home and I’ll ride you.”

My hand pressed onto his thigh to brace myself before I leaned into him and let my mouth meet his. An exhale of smoke bypassed my lips and I sucked it in before his tongue followed, providing a sample of what I could expect when we made it back to the apartment.

When he pulled back, he brushed a thumb over my lips and narrowed his eyes on me.

“I didn’t change for you. I did that shit for me but my job is to always be the best man I can for you.

Yours is to inspire me to step my game up to be what you deserve, and on gang, Yah, I’m gonna always deliver.

” He kissed me once more before I was back in my seat.

It took him another fifteen minutes to finish smoking then we were on our way back to the apartment.

As soon as he parked in the spot next to Kassir and opened my door, I collected our empty food containers, dumped them in the bag, lifted onto my toes, and kissed him. “Carry me.”

“You can’t walk?” His tone was teasing while he turned his back to me at the same time.

I fisted the plastic bag in one hand and looped the other over his shoulder when he tapped my side, signaling for me to hop on.

I locked my legs around his waist at the same time he hooked one arm behind us under my thighs to hold me in place as we approached the building.

We took the elevator up to the tenth floor and the minute we stepped off he made clear, “You’re back there rubbing that pussy all over me. You’re damn sure about to get fucked as soon as I get you in here.”

I grinned and kissed his neck after he keyed the code and carried us inside. “I feel yucky because it was so damn hot out there. I’m taking a shower first.”

“That’s cool, I’ll get my first nut off in there.” He slapped my ass hard. Suleem was on his way to the bedroom and I made a pit stop to dump our empty food containers in the trash. From the way my pussy was already pulsing, she was definitely on board with his plan.

After we both showered and Suleem had me spread open, legs draped over his arms while he devoured my pussy, the weed in his system and the need pulsing between my thighs meant this was going to be a long night.

The next afternoon I was sitting on the balcony swiping through Skroll and saw a post from Rebel. It was a carousel of random pictures with the caption “no face no case but y’all already know who it is because he’s mine.”

I laughed hard after swiping through the pictures.

There was one of her wrapped ankle propped up on Kassir’s thighs.

He was only visible from the chest down but I recognized the tattoos on his arm.

There was another of her kissing him, but the angle hid his face, and the last one was of Rebel’s head in his lap with the camera over them while she was cheesing big as hell.

She was either drunk or high based on her low eyes.

I loved the picture then texted her.

Me: Um, we doing PDA now…

Rebel: I just got up and my head is still cloudy so please don’t make me decipher that.

Me: Miss Emma set you up too?

Rebel: Girl, no. I twisted my ankle after y’all left and it was about to take me out so Kassir gave me an edible.

Me: Well that explains the random post.

Rebel: What post???

Me: Go to your page. It’s cute though.

It took a minute before she texted back.

Rebel: Ahh, shit. This is why I don’t smoke or do edibles. I can’t believe I posted that. I don’t even fucking remember doing it and I’m going to murder Kassir because I know he was well aware.

Me: Oh I’m sure he was and don’t delete it. It’s perfect. No face no case, boo.

Rebel:

Me: And who did your rose tattoo? It’s cute.