Reckless

Bam 78

I figured a blood red suit would be appropriate for this dinner with J'Wayne, just in case I needed to beat this nigga's ass, it would be hard to see the blood splatter on my clothes. Hopefully, it didn't get to that point but I was in a really fucked up mood considering the conversation I had with my dad, like my uncle he was extremely tight-lipped when I questioned him about the picture, unlike my uncle who gave a political answer, my dad preferred the street approach and TRIED to remind me that he was the parent and he didn't have to answer any questions from a child 'he shot out'. Graphic, but my dad wasn't one to bite his tongue, which made his silence on the picture even more jarring... I guess I would have to get answers another way. I put the finishing touches on my fit and looked at myself in the mirror... I really was a sexy ass nigga, call me conceited but I don't give a fuck. I stared in the mirror and for a second, just a second I saw a flash of me in my bed... Geno's legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked him slowly.... That blunt I smoked with Murda was fuckin with my head, I shook the thoughts from my mind and stepped away from the mirror; I needed to focus and pray that my plan was successful. I walked downstairs where Cody and LaChae were waiting.... why the fuck did I let them in? I should've left them on the porch.

"What are you getting all dressed up for?" LaChae asked.

"Lose the jacket." Cody said at the exact same time, while he walked around me like a vulture, and then without warning he walked upstairs and came back down with my black dress shoes with the red trim. "Much better... now where are you going?" Cody asked, he was right... it looked a lot better, but I'd never tell him that.

"I got some business I need to handle." I said checking my phone, I really needed to get going but these two were persistent.

"I thought you were going to help us interrogate my dad?" LaChae asked.

"I got a new lead that I'm following.... why don't y'all spend some time with y'alls dudes tonight? Forget all the investigation and take a night off, I'll let y'all know what I find when I finish... if I'm not balls deep in some ass." I said knowing that would get to leave, for some reason they don't like to hear about me sluttin dudes out.

Finally, they left and I raced to the restaurant, I wanted to get there before J'Wayne just to make sure there wasn't anything funny going on. I parked in the back of the parking lot and watched the door, for the most part, everything seemed normal. Since I hated waiting I decided to kill some time by calling Geno.

"Wassup." I said and for some reason, I couldn't wait to hear his voice. "Uhh you free?" I asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Yeah... it's just... the sound of your voice just made my dick hard as fuck and I was trying to collect myself before I said some off the wall shyt like 'send me a video of you stroking your dick and moaning' but I got more restraint than that." Geno said.

"You would've been mad as fuck because I don't do shyt like that.... I prefer pulling up and doing right in front of you. I'm the type of nigga who will tie to a chair in the middle of the room and tease you... stroke my dick inches from your face, put the tip right by your lips and the second you go to taste the head I'll pull back... I'm a tease and a damn good one, so choose your words carefully." I said smiling.

"Well, I definitely glad I didn't say what I was thinking because if you ever try some shyt like that with me, I'd have to get my revenge... See I'm the type of guy who will give you an eight-hour nut... I'd cuff you to the bed and for eight hours bring you closer and closer to nutting but never letting a single drop spill from your dick... I don't think you could handle something like that though... not enough experience." Geno said almost as if he were challenging me.

"WHAT!?!?! Nah see now you've crossed the line, I'm more experienced than you, I don't even gotta touch you to have you nutting, all I need to do is whisper in your ear...." I said confidently only to be answered with a loud yawn.