The Family Business

I raised an eyebrow. “Really?” Ralston was a historically black institution.

“Yeah. What’s so funny about that?” Tony asked, looking genuinely confused.

Shit. I had no intention of getting into another discussion of race, like the one we’d had about hair on our first date. And I had the perfect way to change the subject.

“Oh, nothing,” I said as I took Tony’s penis in my hand and stroked him.

“Mmmm,” he moaned with a grin, sinking into the mattress as he relaxed.

I slid beneath the sheets and took him in my mouth. Cradling his sac in my hands, I was slurping mightily, and from the sounds of appreciation above, I knew I was doing my job right.

I heard Tony’s phone vibrate and felt his body twist and shift on the mattress as he reached out to retrieve it. I kept sliding my wet mouth up and down his shaft, daring him to try to hold a conversation while I sucked him.

“Hello?” He tried to move to exit the bed, but I purposely let him feel the slight grazing of my teeth on the tip of his dick—my way of telling him to stay put. I gripped the sides of his hips and went at it with no hands. I bobbed my head as I sucked his dick even harder, playfully trying to fuck with his concentration.

“Thanks. We appreciate that. Um ... when? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. No ... I’m fine. I’ll check with my boss and let you know about his availability.”

“What’s her name?” I asked, poking my head out of the sheets as he ended the conversation.

“No, it’s not another woman. Just business. One of the prospective stores we’ve been courting for expansion wants to meet with my boss again. I think we’ve come to an understanding.”

“So it’s good news?”

“Yeah. No ... fuck yeah,” he said, correcting himself with a big grin similar to some of the joy I’d brought to his face before. “Our plans are really coming together.”

“Then why did you sound like you wanted to get off the phone?”

“Uh, because you were sucking my dick. Some things are a little more pressing—and a lot more satisfying,” Tony said just prior to flipping me over and penetrating me again with that wonderful dick of his.

And for an hour longer, I was free of the violent specter of death hovering over our family.

A part of me wanted to check Tony’s phone later, to view the number and see if he was lying to me, as Harris had done repeatedly. But then I realized it didn’t matter. Like I said, I had no illusions about this particular relationship. Worrying about the fidelity of one man was enough for me. I would keep this fling simple: no questions asked and no worries. Just what I needed.



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“Oh my, they do look pretty scary, don’t they?” As hot as he was, I’d just determined that Martino was a damn punk. He looked terrified by my two Mexican friends. “You sure they’re after you?”

“Do those motherfuckers look like they belong in a gay bar?” Martino replied. “Of course they’re after me. They work for the guy I’m spying on. That son of a bitch I got on the inside must have ratted me out.”

As scared as he was, I wasn’t about to alleviate his terror and tell him that Alejandro’s men were really after me. He was a gift from heaven that had suddenly fallen into my lap, and he could quite possibly get me home and back into LC’s good graces without even breaking a fingernail.

“Christ Almighty,” he said in a voice made breathless with fear. “They’re gonna kill me.”

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