Three Kings

august.

"Take a hit." Dallas turned, leaning down on his chest so that he could face the blunt.

"Nah, man, I'm good." August said gripping her ass as she sat on him while he lay flat on his back. His eyes were low and red and he looked Asian peeking from under his small lids.

"Too high?" She laughed as she offered the joint again, her bloodied eyes gazing down at him.

August adjusted his head on the pillow under him before grabbing the blunt from her and inhaling. "No. Not really." He answered. "You just talk too much. I'm ready to fuck. I got class in two hours." He exhaled and watched the smoke curl above his lips.

"Damn. Okay," she laughed, twisting her hips from side to side so that her shorts could ease down her waist. She pulled them off and threw them to the side of the bed. August took one last puff from the blunt but turned to his side to put it out once she pulled his member out.

Licking her hand she stroked him before sliding down onto him. In one swift motion, she began riding him and without knowing it, easing his mind. He had exams today and it was the only thing that could calm him down on days like this.

August had always wanted to be a business man. Much like their father, Andreas, he had always been book smart. August had spent years trying to figure out how his father was legit on papers, yet the opposite in real life. Andreas started a young immigrant from Cuba. He came to Miami with nothing but their mother and a young Avé and left with moves and investments that had set his family up for life. He was a business man in every sense of the word. The particulars of his business was not so sweet but it was business nonetheless.

August aspired to be this way. More than Adrian and more than Avé could ever. Avé was business savvy and Adrian was street smart and that was enough for them. August was only 21 but was all of this combined and was the only one of his brothers that had graduated. They admired him, and bragged every chance they got. He felt he owed it to them more than himself.

"Mmm Auggg," he felt her tighten around him, her voice matching the rhythm he stroked as he held back his laughter from the stupid ass expression she made when he fucked her right in the spot that made her body shiver.

"FUCK," he groaned into her ear as he continued to pump feeling himself about to boil over. She tightened her grip and in seconds he released inside her.

Calming down, he grabbed the towel from the side of his bed as she peeled herself from his lap. Wiping himself off, he handed the towel to her before climbing out of bed. "Go ahead and finish that blunt, love. Lock the door on your way out." He said nonchalantly before proceeding to the shower without another word. He had had his fun for the day. He always had fun with her. That's all it was. Fun. It honestly was nothing left to talk about and he was glad she knew that.