CALYPSO.4

Gripping her waist, I push my thumbs deep into her back dimples. My strokes are fast and steady, but I know I’m hitting her spot because she’s screaming and pulling on my sheets like she can run from me. It didn’t take me long to find it.

These hoes not seeing Shorty for real. She’s the baddest bitch alive, I swear to god. Her pussy being the tightest and wettest I’ve ever had ain’t making shit any better. It’s like I can feel it through the condom. I swear to god she’s different.

“Fuck” she screams.

I watch as she reaches out and grips the sheets. I grab a handful of her hair, wrapping it around my hand and pulling her head back. I suck on her neck roughly and I know it’s gonna leave another mark on her. I said I was going to mark Shorty up bad, and I’ve been doing just that.

“Tell me this pussy mine” I groan in her ear. I feel myself coming over the edge, but I hold back.

Her walls tighten around my dick and she pants, hesitating to speak. As my strokes continue at a slower pace, she rests her hand on my face.

“Say it,” I say, my lips brushing against her ear.

“It’s yours,” she moans softly.

I smirked and picked up the pace once again, pushing her body against the bed. On god, I don’t want her with anybody else. I want her to be mine forever. If I catch a nigga speaking to her, I’m killing him. I’m finna be the only nigga she’s tied to.

“Slow-” she started to say, but cut herself off.

She moans and attempts to push me away. As she digs her nails into my chest, I take one last deep and hard stroke. Less than a second later, I nut-

⇺⇻

Jumping up, I take a deep breath. I’ve been having this same dream for two years. More like my brain is storing that shit as a core memory. It’s been two years since I saw Aoki, and I got locked up right after I picked up my little brother, Elijah, from school. I got locked up with him in the car and shit lowkey fucked me up cause I ain’t never want that shit to happen with him in the car. But it’s my fault cause my car was hot when I picked him up.

I got out a few weeks ago. I’m on house arrest for 3 months. This shit already ass as fuck. Thankfully, I can still leave the crib.

“Massiah,” my momma yells.

“Yeah,” I run my hands down my face.

“I need you to go to the store for me.”

“Right now? A nigga tryna sleep.” I sit up on the couch.

“Yes right fucking now and pick up Eli from school while you doing that” she walks into the living room.

I’m at my momma’s crib cause she wanted to see me. I just ended up falling asleep. I could’ve stayed at my crib if she wanted me to be doing shit for her. This is probably the real reason why she wanted to see me. All she be wanting is for me to do shit and give her money. I’ll take being locked up again over this shit. I love my momma, but she’s been using me since I started making my own money. Shit, I paid for the house she and grandma living in. I don’t think my momma ever worked a day in her life. All my life, my momma has been living under my grandma’s roof.

“Gma can’t get him?”

“No, I already told her you was finna get him” she shrugged.

“Ma, why? You remember what the fuck happened last time I picked him up? Like you don’t think he remembers that shit?” I stand up and grab my keys off the coffee table.

Before she can respond, I walk out the front door. It ain’t that I don’t wanna pick Elijah up from school, I just remember how scared he was when that shit happened. He probably won’t even want to get in the car when I pull up. I wouldn’t be surprised if he does remember and is probably traumatized.

My brother may have autism and trouble walking straight, but he’s smart as fuck and his memory is impeccable. I can show him something one time, and he’d remember it weeks later. That’s how he learned how to read. I’d spell random words with him and read them out, and he just remembered how to pronounce and spell everything. Dude started reading at three years old. He’s six now, but that still doesn’t change the fact that he probably won’t want me picking him up.

⇟

After I picked up Elijah from school, I headed straight to Walmart. It took me 10 minutes to convince him to get in the car. My momma sent me a list of everything she wanted. I’m already knowing she not sending any money to pay for shit cause she never does. Two years later and shit is still the same with her. A nigga been out for two weeks and she ain’t even ask if I needed money. Just asking for shit left and right.

“You got money?” Elijah asks, standing up in the cart.

“Nope,” I lied.

“You broke like mommy,” he turns his body, looking behind him.

“Yup”

“Then why we in the store? You can’t afford it” he tries catching his balance as I start pushing the cart.

“Cause yo broke ass momma want me to be here” I lick my lips.

“That your mommy, too.” he reaches to grab a bag of chips.

I slowly stop the cart and he flops in the cart. I wait until he grabs the chips he wants before moving again. I turn the corner and my cart bumps into another cart.

I back the cart up and walk around, “My fault.”

“You good,” she says, not looking at me.

I can’t see who she is from the side of her face, but she looks familiar. Her hair is covering most of her face, so I can’t see. I continue walking around her, and my eyes examine every inch of her body. She’s in a top off her shoulders and a long skirt, both covered in flowers. Her body is curvy like no female out here, but the tattoo on her back looks familiar. I’ve only seen it on one female before. Aoki. I just don’t want to assume it’s her and be wrong.

“Siah, open it.” Elijah pushes the chips in my face.

I stop walking and take the chips from him. Keeping my eyes on her, I open the chips and hand them back to him. She pushes her hair behind her ear and places the cookies back on the shelf.

“Mommy”

Before I can get a good look at her, my eyes drop, and she turns her attention to a little girl standing in front of her. I don’t even wanna know who she is anymore. That’s fucked up, but I don’t care for a bitch with kids. Shit just means they probably tainted.

Shaking my head, I start pushing the cart and continue walking down the aisle. Elijah stuffs a few chips in his mouth and points somewhere.

“Oreo,” he shouts.

“Nigga, quit yelling” I stop the cart.

“I want Oreo,” he says in a low voice.

I walk toward the Oreos and grab them. Once I toss the pack in the cart, Elijah starts bouncing in the cart. He looks excited, but he can’t get his words out. This is one thing I can say I don’t miss about him. He always gets excited, overly excited, and starts bouncing around cause he doesn’t know how to get his words out without yelling.

“What?”

“Dre-” He stutters but quickly yells what he’s trying to say. “DREAMY”

He starts pointing again, and I look in the direction he’s pointing. The first thing that catches my eye is that necklace and the name. I’ll never forget her name. Aoki.

My eyes drift up to her face to see her looking confused for a split second before a smile takes over. I know she’s not looking at me cause I’m not even near the cart or Elijah right now.

“Lijah, look how big you got.” She walks over and pulls her cart.

The little girl is holding onto her skirt and walking with her. Shorty really got a kid out here. When the fuck this happened.? I been gone too long if she let another nigga get her pregnant.

I really don’t understand why that nigga would have her out here in the store looking this good. It doesn’t even matter cause ima hurt him. Whoever that nigga is gone be the reason I get locked back up. I told myself that she was going to be mine two years ago, and ima do whatever I gotta do to make that happen.

“Miss you, bestie,” Elijah stands up in the cart.

“I miss you too, bestie, who’s-” Aoki starts until her eyes land on me.

Her smile instantly falls. I can tell she doesn’t look happy to see me. Shit, I wouldn’t either if I was her. I’m bout to fuck up a nigga life for her.