Page 17 of Lyric Squared

This is just a book to most.It’s art for me.

Myart. I’ve hadmytime. Haveyours.

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ONE

“Yo, who the fuck is this?”

A call came through for the third time, and it was the same number on the line. Wanting details on the urgency of the call and who was behind it, I waited for them to respond. My dick was still wet and still lodged in Malika’s tightness. The last thing I was interested in was talking to whoever was on my line, demanding my attention with the constant redial.

“Ken. What’s up?”

Keeping my stride and not missing a single stroke, I continued to give her exactly what she’d been begging for the last two nights. My free time was limited and though I preferred spending it alone, tonight was one of those nights that I preferred spending it inside something wet and gushy.Malika was the perfect candidate. I’d been sliding into her for a full year and her pussy didn’t disappoint.

Her low moans lulled me as I tried to fill her stomach and chest with my eight inches of hard, Magnum-wrapped dick. Like a champ, she acquired every inch I had to offer, but not without attempting to run first. But with my legs pinning hers down with her calf, she was unable to scoot her way up the bed. She had no other choice but to bury my lumber deep within her walls.

“This pussy I’m in so speak your peace or get off my line. Who is this?”

My patience was as short as the weekend and lollygagging on the phone while I was trying to put both Malika and me to bed for the night wasn’t ideal.

“This Ward from over on 4th.”

“Yeah. What’s the emergency?”

“Shit, man. I thought you’d probably want to know that I’ve been seeing your brother doing his thing down here or whatever. I’ve been to the kid’s games. He’s got something. He’s a star man. The last thing I want him to do is fuck off his chance at getting up out of here on a sack of dope.”

“My brother?”

My beating heart sped in pace, blurring my vision as I tried to comprehend what was being revealed to me. Finally, my dick deflated and movements halted. I could feel the tightness of my face and flaring of my nostrils as I tilted my head, anticipating a response.

“Yeah. Kale Brinks. I’ve seen him play. I don’t forget faces like that.”

“And you saw this shit with your own eyes?”

Slowly, I removed my dick from Malika’s wetness and slid backward in her bed until my feet touched the floor. I headedinto the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom and started the water in the sink.

“Just did, but I’ve been seeing it for a few weeks now. Maybe three.”

While the water warmed, I removed the condom from my skin and rolled it up in a wad of toilet tissue before flushing it down the toilet.

“And you just calling me?” I probed, holding the phone steady between my shoulder and ear. If I even glanced at the mirror in front of me, I was certain I could see the steam coming from my ears. My blood boiled as I continued to listen to Ward.

“I’m just getting ahold of your number.”

“He still out there?”

It didn’t matter where he was, I would find him before the night was out. Some things couldn’t wait to be addressed and Kale calling himself slanging was one of them. A scholar by day and basketball star player by night, he had no business jeopardizing his future for the hell of it. Kale wasn’t hurting for money and neither was he trying to survive. He was simply trying to get his head knocked off by me, a jack boy, or police. Luckily, I’d be the first to give the private school, straight-A student the wake-up call he desperately needed.

Kale, slanging? Slanging what? I pondered.

“Yeah.”

“4th and what?”

I grabbed one of Malika’s fancy towels that matched the others strategically placed around her bathroom. I’d listen to her fuss later. For now, I needed to clean my balls and thighs of her remnants before hitting the door.

“Audelia.”