David Jr. allowed her to grab his hand and lead the way. His eyes were trained on the way her ass jiggled in the black body con skirt she wore so he barely paid attention to the bedroom’s surroundings.
“The closet.” Sheila smiled kinkily back at him. She opened the tall white door of the walk-in closet and took a step inside. “I want you to fuck me in this closet, David.”
David Jr. responded by shutting the door behind him and grabbing her up by the waist. He pushed her far back into the wall and lifted her skirt up. He couldn’t get the feeling of her pussy off of his fingers and he wanted to touch it again. David could tell she was freshly shaved when he shoved his finger inside of the hole that the wetness was dripping out of. Using two fingers to sex her, he let his thumb massage her clit while he sucked her neck.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Sheila moaned in David Jr.’s ear, letting him know that he was hitting her spot. She lifted one of her legs up so that his hand would have better access, and she started to gyrate her hips. “You gonna make me come already, David. Your fingers feel like a dick!”
David Jr. said nothing; he just kept flicking his wrist in the dark and letting his other hand fondle her body until he felt her juices flow freely.
“Yessss!” she hissed, feeling her first nut come on. She couldn’t believe he had just done that by only using his hands. Lucas had never pleased her in such a way and she wanted more. She leaned in to kiss David Jr. on the lips but he pulled his head back. Their eyes had adjusted to the dark and she could see him shaking his head.
David Jr. let her go and took a step back. The sound of a belt buckle being unfastened along with the sound of him dropping his pants could be heard.
“Get on your knees,” he instructed. “Suck my dick.”
Sheila excitedly did as she was told and dropped to her knees. She felt the softness of the carpet on them and she reached for David Jr.’s crotch. She moaned softly when she felt how big and hard he was and she pulled it out as fast as she could. Sheila was so good at sucking dick she could give Super Head a run for her money.
The moment he felt her mouth on it David Jr. knew that those big lips she had were good for something. She sucked and slurped like her life was depending on it and the sounds David Jr. made only made her suck harder. He grabbed the back of her weave so that he could hold her still while he pounded her face, and when he knew he couldn’t take anymore he made her stand to her feet.
“Bend over,” he said, bending down and grabbing a condom from the pocket of his jeans. “And don’t tell me to stop.”
“Mmm,” Sheila said and bent over what seemed to be a tall shoe rack. She gripped on to the metal and prepared for the monster to enter her cave. “Okay, baby.”
Sheila wasn’t his girl, or anybody to him for that matter, so he had no intention of going easy on her poor kitty. As soon as the condom was on, David Jr. forced her back to arch and he dove right in. He pounded in and out of her wetness relentlessly, relishing the way her walls gripped his shaft.
“Fuck,” he said to himself, biting his shirt. He slapped her ass and dug deeper into her love canal.
“Yes, daddy!” Shelia squealed and threw it back at him. Her eyes were clenched shut as she tried to take the D. She wanted to show him that she was a big girl, and in the back of her mind she was already preparing to give Lucas the boot. “Fuck me harder!”
The only sounds that could be heard were her moans, David Jr.’s pants, and the soft sounds of the music playing downstairs. David Jr. felt the tingle in his tip and knew he was about to let go.
“Ahhhhh!” Sheila screamed into the darkness of the closet, letting him know that she had reached her second climax.
“Shiiit!” David Jr. threw his head back and released inside of the condom.
He waited a couple of seconds to catch his breath from the strength of his orgasm before he slid out of her. He took the condom off and threw it to the side, not caring who found it later. Sliding his boxers and jeans back on he checked his pockets to make sure he still had his phone and car keys before flipping on the light switch. Sheila was fixing her blouse with a damp forehead and smitten eyes. Eyes that were on him.
“Soooo . . .”
“So what?” he said, buckling his belt.
“So you’re just gon’ bust your nut and bounce?”
David Jr. grinned and shook his head at her. “Somethin’ like that,” he said. “Your boyfriend is downstairs and he’s probably looking for you.” With that, he opened the door of the closet and let some fresh air into the stuffy closet.
“I’ll see you around.” He stepped into the bedroom and shut the door behind him before she could say another word.
He knew he was in one of the frat boy’s rooms by the half-naked women on the posters draping from the wall. He had almost made it to the bedroom door when it burst open suddenly.
“Damn, nigga! I been looking for you everywhere!” Ro stumbled into the room with a bottle of Crown Royal Apple hanging loosely from his hand. “Come on, we gonna take some more shots.”
David Jr. laughed at his drunk friend and shook his head. “Nah, dog, it looks like you done had enough shots!”
“Fuck you, nigga!” Roland sat on the bed.
Shelia must have thought she’d waited in the closet long enough and that when she made her exit nobody would be in the room. She was wrong and the look of surprise that read on her face when she and Roland connected eyes was priceless.
“Damnnn, nigga! You hit Sheila?”
David Jr. started laughing but Sheila’s face turned beet red. She turned her nose up at Roland and rolled her eyes. “Shut the fuck up! He ain’t hit shit!”
“‘Why you always lyinnnn’,’” Roland taunted in a singsong voice.
Shelia looked like she wanted to slap him sober but instead she stomped out of the room.
“These bitches ain’t shit, man,” Roland shook his head. “She probably gonna go kiss on that nigga knowing damn well she was just sucking dick!”
“You’re a fool!” David Jr. doubled over, laughing. “Come on, bruh, let’s go back downstairs to the party. I think I saw some hot wings in the kitchen and I need parts!”
Chapter 4
The sound of the alarm clock blaring from the phone by his face jarred David Jr. out of his sleep. He moved slowly to turn it off and then wiped down on his face. He already knew what time it was: eight in the morning. Time for his criminal justice class and he seriously was debating skipping it, except he had an exam that day that he couldn’t afford to miss.
“Why did I let that nigga talk me into going out last night?” He sighed to himself and sat up in his king-sized bed.
The sun was already peeking through his drapes and he knew then that the alarm had not made a mistake; it was time to get up. He swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up. Looking down he saw he was still wearing the same boxers as he was the night before, and he turned his nose up knowing what his mother would say if she knew: “Go wash your balls, nasty!”
Tired was not the correct word to describe what he was. After he dropped Roland off at his car and finally got into his house it was almost three in the morning. He made to take a cold shower before throwing some clothes on and brushing his teeth. After grabbing a brush for his hair he snatched up his book bag and car keys so that he could make it to the café in the school cafeteria before his exam. He half walked and half jogged down the stairs of his condo, brushing his hair so that his waves were intact for the day ahead of him.
When he finally reached the school the first place he headed was toward the cafeteria so that he could get some caffeine in his system. He wasn’t worried about his knowledge of what would be covered on the exam, but he was worried about his attention span. He didn’t want to fall asleep halfway through the test and fail because he’d only answered half of the questions.
Although it was early the cafeteria was flooded with students trying to put something in their stomachs before their morning classes. He was just thankful that the place was seemingly quiet to have as many bodies as it did. The café’s name was Java Joint and it had its own little area away from the other parts of the cafeteria. You had your choice of a booth or a tall table to sit at, but that day David Jr. would choose neither.
As soon as David Jr. took his place in line a wonderful perfume hit his nostrils. He stared at the woman in front of him and figured it was coming from her. Her long, natural, curly hair was sitting on top of her head in a messy bun. He was about to compliment her scent so that she would turn around so he could see her face, but it was her turn to order next.
“May I have a caramel mocha latte? With extra whipped cream, please.”
Her voice was soft and very feminine. David Jr. liked it. The older woman ringing her up gave her a chubby when she handed her what she’d ordered.
“That will be $5.50 with the extra whipped cream, please,” the woman at the register said.
When the girl reached in her over-the-shoulder Coach purse to grab the matching wallet, David Jr. stopped her.
“Don’t worry about it. Ms. Lynn, can you make that two caramel mocha lattes?” Before the girl could object to him paying for her drink, David Jr. pulled out a twenty from his pocket and handed it to Ms. Lynn.
“David Jr., always the charmer, huh?” Ms. Lynn winked at him and went to go blend the second latte.
In front of him the girl whipped around and looked into his eyes. He was in awe. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was petite, but had a nice round bottom. Her facial features looked to be crafted by Michelangelo himself. High cheekbones, slim nose, full pink lips, and cheekbones so high any model would feel threatened. It wasn’t until she glared at him that he snapped out of his trance.
“I don’t need you paying for my things,” she said venomously.
“Whoa, whoa!” David Jr. threw his hands up. “I was just trying to be chivalrous.”
“Mmm.” The girl stepped back and sized him up. “Chivalrous my ass. Literally.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” David Jr. looked at her with a confused expression on his face. “I was just trying to be a nice guy.”
“Yeah,” she huffed and grabbed her coffee. “And were you just trying to be a nice guy when you took that girl upstairs at the party last night?”
David Jr.’s jaw almost hit the tiled floor and he had nothing to say.
“Exactly,” the girl said and started to switch away.
Not wanting her to leave without him at least getting to know her name, David Jr. grabbed his coffee from Ms. Lynn and hurried after her.
“Hey wait!” He grabbed her arm softly, making her stop in her tracks. “That’s not what you think it was!”
“Then what was it?” She put her hand on her hip and sipped her drink.
Stuck again, David Jr. rubbed the top of his head and grinned sheepishly. “Okay, well, maybe that was what you thought it was. Wait!” He stopped her from walking away from her. “But that’s not what this is. I honestly just wanted to tell you that you smell nice. Okay, wait, that sounds weird as fuck. Can we start over?” He held his hand out. “My name is David Mason Jr. Everybody calls me David Jr., though. I hate DJ.”
She looked at his hand for a minute and then eyed him suspiciously. “David Mason Jr.? As in
the
David Mason’s son?”
David Jr. shrugged his shoulders and for once was happy about being tied to his father. “Yeah, that’s my pops.”
“Hmm,” the girl said, and then after a moment took his hand in hers. “My name is Indigo . . . and I’m still not interested.”
She winked at him before stepping around him and walking away. Something about her had intrigued him and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Whatever it was, he knew that this wouldn’t be his last time seeing her.
* * *
“This is such a lovely restaurant.” Angela beamed around at the beautiful restaurant that King David had treated her to for lunch. “I absolutely adore these ceilings!”
King David took a drink from his glass of water and looked at his wife with wonder in his eyes. He had paid the owner of a well-known Italian restaurant, Atello’s, so that he and his wife could enjoy a nice quiet lunch. Staring at her he had to admit that she was still the most beautiful woman he had laid eyes on, on the outside. But gone was the woman he thought she was on the inside. She never quite could understand why he stayed out so late, especially if he wasn’t cheating. It was simply because he couldn’t stand pretending to be happy with her. Yes, the sex was still good and yes, she was a good mother, for the most part.
“Why do you talk like that?”
“Like what, honey?” she asked, confused by his question.
“Like you don’t come from where I come from.”
Angela had just picked up her glass of wine but had to set it right back down on the red tablecloth. She and her husband sat on opposite sides of a small, circular table, so when she looked up she was looking directly in his eyes. She thought he was kidding for a second, but when she saw the seriousness in his eyes she scoffed.
“David, you come from the hood. I don’t. So what is it that you are trying to say?”
King David chuckled before grabbing a Cuban cigar from the table and lighting it. He took a long drag from it before he responded. “You’re right. You aren’t from the ghetto like me, but we went to the same school. So sorry to have offended you.”
Angela sighed and, instead of snapping back at him, reached across the table and grabbed his hand, slightly massaging it with her thumb. She had to remember the real reason why she had requested that they go out to dinner in the first place. She cleared her throat and forced her smart remark back into the furthest depths of her mind.
“Baby, I’m just complimenting your taste. That’s all. You don’t have to attack me just because I have elevated my vocabulary from when we were younger. Anyway, have you talked to those children of ours?”
Although suspicious of her sudden change in topic, especially when the Angie he knew was quick to fire off at the tongue, he let it go. “I talk to Day every day. David Jr. hasn’t been answering my phone calls. But that is nothing new.”
“You need to talk to him, David. He’s your heir, isn’t he? Maybe you should make him owner of more of a percentage in your business. Give him more responsibility and maybe he will come around the office more.”
“And what about Davita? I can’t up his ownership if I don’t do hers.”
“And why can’t you?”
“Because it wouldn’t be fair.”
“I don’t understand why you have that girl running the streets like one of your . . . goons anyway! She is a lady and she needs to be in school!”
“I hate to break it to you,” King David said, and took another pull from his cigar, “but Davita is nothing like your precious David. She has the heart of a lion and better aim than most men I’ve come across. I’m not sure if I could say the same about David Jr.”
“Maybe he wants more for himself that to tote around guns all day.”
“That comes with his last name. You know what I’ve had to do to give you all the life that you have always wanted. Now you mean to tell me that he’s too good for it? And you expect me to give him even more of my assets when he doesn’t even want the ones he has? If anybody deserves more shares it is Davita.”
“She isn’t your heir. . . .” Angela let her voice trail off.
“And why can’t she be? Because she isn’t a boy? If you ask me she is leading that race, because she actually cares to learn my teachings. She understands the Mason way while David Jr., he seems to be doing everything in his power to not be like me. And it seems like you are doing everything in your power to make sure he is the twin to get all of my money.”
“He deserves it!”
“How? Besides have my name what has he really done for the Mason name? I can’t even tell you how many times Day has made me proud, but him? He hasn’t done anything but resent me since he was a child.”
Angela clenched her jaw because that was something that she couldn’t argue with. She couldn’t count on her hands or feet anymore how many times she had heard her son say those very words. Most men, especially those named after their fathers, yearned to be just like them. Her son, on the other hand, was doing all that he could to run the opposite way. And although she supported his decision she just couldn’t let him go too far. Her and her husband’s eyes stayed on one another for some time until their food finally came. Angela lifted her fork up and played with her shrimp for a moment before she reluctantly placed her fork back down.
“How did this happen?” she whispered to the tablecloth. “How did we end up here?”
He took a bite of his steak and eyed her, almost confused that she didn’t know. He reflected on the first day they met.
“Give me your money, punk!” said a kid at least two sizes bigger than a sixteen-year-old David Mason. Still, he stood in the hallway of his high school, fearless. It was his first day at his new school and he knew it was only a matter of time before somebody tried the “new kid.” David was skinny for his age, and his clothes were a little ragged. His mother worked two jobs to keep a roof over his head and most times she couldn’t afford to buy him new clothes to keep up with the fashions of the other kids. So he made do with what he had; material things didn’t mean much to him. He was just happy to be able to come home and find food on his table.
“I don’t got no money,” David said and tried to walk around the kid.
“Mothafucka, I said give me your money!”
The bully pushed David back to the same spot that he was just in. He had a couple of his own friends behind him goading him on and laughing. They just knew their boy was about to lay a hurting on the new kid.
“Yeah, give him your money, little nigga! We tryin’a go to the arcade after school!”
David looked at the three people in front of him and, out of the corners of his eyes, he studied the small crowd forming around him. He could always run and get a teacher, but coming from where he came from, running away from a fight was something that you couldn’t live down. Also, he could run and get help but the problem would still be there the next day, and the next day. Instead he gave the boys a fair warning.
“This ain’t what you want, man,” he said, putting his arms up.
Instead of heeding his warning, the big ringleader boy laughed and threw his own hands up, mimicking David. “You must not know who I am, mothafucka! I’m Big Larry and what I say goes in this school.” Big Larry walked up on David and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him close so that he could talk directly in his ear. “Do you hear me? Now give me your money, bi
—
”
Before he was able to finish the insult David yanked away so fast that Big Larry didn’t have a chance to react. David hit him with a left and right hook combo so quick and powerful that Big Larry stumbled back with his face up to the ceiling. When David saw his friends trying to jump in on the action, he pushed Larry’s big body into one of them so he could handle the other, one on one. David busted his lip with a right and then landed a left to the boy’s right temple, dropping him instantly. He advanced on the other boys on the ground and proceeded to stomp both of their heads into the marble floor of the school. When he was done David leaned down and grabbed the hood on the back of Big Larry’s sweatshirt, lifting him up so that he could speak directly into his ear.
“You must not know who I am, mothafucka. I’m David, and if you try me again I will slit ya fuckin’ throat!”
David threw his head back down, causing it to make a sickening thud, before he walked away. The crowd cleared a path for him to go through and he heard a lot of cheers.
“Damn! That boy just beat the shit out of Big Larry and his crew!”
“Mmm, that’s just embarrassin’!”
“They dead?”
Before any teacher could show their face David hurried up so that he could exit the building and go home. What David had failed to mention to the boys was the reason he was a new kid. David had a thing for getting kicked out of school for fighting. People often picked on him until he was forced to lay hands on them. At his last school he beat a boy so bad he would be deaf in his left ear for life. This time, though, David hoped that nobody would run their mouths simply because he didn’t want to put his mother through that again. The high school he was at was the last one in their city that would accept him, so if he got kicked out then they would have been forced to move. He knew his mother didn’t have the money to do that so he was trying to be on his best behavior. Honestly, he hadn’t done half of what he wanted to do to Big Larry, but he was sure the message he sent was loud and clear: don’t mess with the new kid.