Smooth Operator (19 page)

Arri pressed her forehead against Lyfe’s. “You scare me.”

“That’s because you fell in love with me. And your problem is you don’t remember when.”

“You are so fuckin’ cocky,” she said as they boarded the plane.

“You know it’s true.” He laughed.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” Arri said.

“Nah,” he said seriously, “I’m not trying to tell you, ’cause I’ve already said it.”

Arri didn’t respond or press Lyfe any further. Instead she lay back and as her mind tried not to make sense of what she was feeling inside, her eyes roamed around the navy blue carpeted plane, with a beige leather couch instead of row seats. She sat beside Lyfe and buckled herself in; she didn’t know where they were going and at this moment she didn’t care. She placed her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and ten minutes later they’d taken off for the Cayman Islands.

When Arri awoke, they were landing on a private estate with an airplane hangar, a tennis court, private white-sand beach, surrounded by the clearest and the prettiest turquoise water she’d ever seen, and in the center of it all was a two-story Queen Anne beach house. Leading from the private road to the front door were two adjacent rows of palm trees. Ceiling fans lined the first- and second-story open porches, and along the sides of the house white sands led to a waving sea. Arri had never seen anything this beautiful. “This is …” she looked around, “breathtaking.”

“And for the next two days, it’s all ours.” Lyfe held Arri by the hand as they exited the plane.

“Is this your first time here?” she asked him, continuing to take in the sights.

“No,” he said, kissing her on the forehead. “I came here once before when I was doing some illegal shit I shouldn’t have been doing, and I needed to come to a place where there was no extradition, and this was it.”

“What were you doing … that you shouldn’t have been doing?” Arri slid her shoes off and walked barefoot through the sand.

Lyfe laughed. “What, you wearing a wire or some shit?” He playfully patted down her breasts.

“If you wanted to feel my nipples, all you had to do was ask.”

“I gotta ask now?”

Arri kissed Lyfe softly on the lips, “No, you don’t have to ask at all.”

“I didn’t think so.” He responded to her kisses.

“So are you going to tell me?”

“No.”

“What, you have some open warrants or something?” She laughed. “Don’t let me find out there’s a bounty on your head.”

“And what you gon’ do?”

“Get my baby,” she looked him in the eyes, “and come here to be with you.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“You have a habit of riding your own sack. You know that, right?”

“Nah, I thought that was your habit.”

“Anyway,” Arri laughed, “this is such a beautiful place.” Arri looked around at the grounds and the staff buzzing about.

“Yes, it is,” Lyfe agreed. “Why don’t you go in the house and get changed. I’m sure the chef has prepared a wonderful dinner.”

Over dinner Arri and Lyfe talked about everything under the sun. They laughed, joked, and after they finished eating they resumed their tour of the grounds, settling at the infinity pool.

Music pumped through the underwater speakers as Lyfe waded in the water between Arri’s legs and she sat along the edge of the pool. “What did he do?”

Arri was obviously taken aback. “Who are you talking about?” She tried to force herself to smile but couldn’t.

“You know what I’m talking about”—he draped his arms over her thighs—“I’m talking about how scared you are to let yourself go with me.”

“I’m having an affair with you, isn’t that enough letting go?”

“Is it? Or do you want more?”

“What do you want?”

“I want it all. I told you that I was selfish as hell. But it seems to me that you hold most of my cards, but I have very few of yours, so let me ask you again, what did he do?”

Arri hesitated, confessions were not her thing. Being here, like this with Lyfe, had already taken her out of her emotional comfort zone and now he expected her to take everything she’d ever been through, fought through, conquered, loved, and lost; open the wounds and lay them out before him. He expected her to trust him enough to share things she’d never even told Khris … Ian … She wasn’t sure she could do that. Yet something in her heart and the look in his eyes assured her that it would be okay to confide in him. So … she chanced it.

“His name was Ian and I met him when I was nineteen, and we were supposed to get married.” Arri closed her eyes and recounted for Lyfe her relationship with Ian from the beginning to his death at the end. “So I don’t fuck with love too tough.” She chuckled a bit. “Because it’s always some bullshit.”

“You don’t think it’s bullshit. You just scared as hell.”

“And how do you know that?”

He began kissing her stomach and untying the sides of her bikini panties. “I can feel it, and I can see it. But I’ma do all I can to show you that it’s okay to be yourself with me. Because from what I see and from where I’m standing this is where I’m supposed
to be,” he whispered as he French kissed the center of her breasts to her navel, untying her bikini bra, and slowly pulling it off.

She watched him suckle her breasts as she opened her legs wide and he slid his fingers into her middle. He massaged her clit and she raised up just enough so that he was able to slip her bottoms off.

Though his eyes were looking up at her, he slid his tongue into her throbbing pussy; her clit instantly became jelly between his lips.

“You love eatin’ pussy, don’t you?” she moaned.

“I love eatin’
your
pussy,” he corrected her.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“Now I do,” he said as he sucked the pinkness of her hot flesh. She lay back and ran her hands across her breasts and squeezed her nipples. “You just gotta let it go, baby. Just go with the flow. Stop holding everything in.” Lyfe continued his licking session between her legs. “Just like you need to let this nut go.” He ran two fingers along the sides of her sugar walls as he slowly licked her silkiness, pulling the lips covering her vulva between his teeth. They were sweet yet salty as his tongue took a generous bath in her cum. She had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen and he didn’t want to stop kissing it. “I ain’t never”—he licked, his fingers twirling inside her—“leaving you. Tell me you know that.”

She placed her hands on his head. “I know that.” She squealed.

“This pussy so fuckin’ sweet.” He slipped his fingers out, sucked the cream off, stuck them back in, and resumed to eating her again.

“Uhmmm … damn, Lyfe baby, that feel so fuckin’ good.” Her eyes rolled to the top of her head. “You suckin’ the hell outta my clit … lick the right side”—her legs shivered against the sides of his head like an erotic butterfly—“damn … baby … move your fingers faster … yes … yes … that’s it … Oh
God!” This had to be paradise. Or better yet, the best fuckin’ high in the world … the euphoria of this motherfucker would put the sweestest crack trip to sleep.

Arri’s head turned from side to side—she couldn’t think of what to call Lyfe, there were no adjectives left—yet as she watched his head move up and down and his tongue hiss out of his mouth, it clicked; she now knew what to call him. It was simple: he was the best.

Arri pressed her nails into his shoulders and belted his name, “Lyfe—oh God Lyfe—wait, baby.” She started to get fidgety as her cum slid from between her thighs and into his mouth, his tongue continuing to move as if it were battery operated. “Lyfe, stop, baby please, wait—I need a moment.”

“Hell, no, I’m not stopping.” He could feel her pussy dripping honey on his tongue, “That’s it, baby. Drip.” He sucked her pussy between his lips. “Drip.”

“Uhmmm,” she moaned, her head threatening to explode, “I want some dick!”

“You sure? What, you want some dick?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Say please.” He continued to nibble on her clit.

“Please,” she said as he continued to lick her pussy, making her mind, her soul, and every other part that she claimed as her own take flight and float above her body. “Baby, pleazzzzzzzze!!!!!!!” she screamed.

Arri could hear the staff on the other side of the estate buzzing with their duties and she knew they could probably hear her scream, but she didn’t care. Lyfe climbed out of the pool, stepped out of his trunks, and lay on top of her. He kissed her from the top of her head straight down the center of her body, kissed her clit and back up again.

Lyfe spread her legs and sucked her chin as he slowly slid into her. His dick was so thick and so long that he prepared himself for her to scream as she did the first time he pushed it all in.
Arri’s mouth flew open as she pressed her nails into his back, and just when she thought it was due to end and he was completely inside of her, there was more dick to contend with.

Lyfe could tell Arri was struggling to keep it together. “Focus on me, ’cause I’m not pulling out.”

“It feels so good, but it’s sooo big, Daddy.”

“But you knew that.” He stroked. “And you gon’ take this dick and get used to it.”

“Oh God, I’ma scream!”

“Stop screaming.” He gripped her ass cheek. “You’ll scare the staff, then they gon’ come over here and I’m not gon’ stop. They’ll be watching me fuck you.”

Her stomach heaved up and down, and her breathing felt stifled. “Oh baby … my baby … Lyfe … Sweet Jesus …”

Lyfe threw her legs to one side of his shoulders and began pounding into her. “Sweet-ass fuckin’ pussy.” He held his head down and sucked her breasts.

Afterward he turned her over and placed her on top of him. Arri leaned forward and placed her arms around his neck. She kissed him all over his face, his neck, sucked his nipples, and eased down his chest, where she arrived at his cream-covered lollipop, slowly working it into her mouth. He was so endowed that Arri couldn’t even count the inches; it had to defy the laws of arithmetic—there were no measurements for it. Yet somehow she was able to deep-throat him and bless him with the head job a man like this deserved. She licked and sucked his rigid walls, as if he were all she ever wanted. “Fuck!” Lyfe said as he felt his nut rush to the tip.

Wanting him inside of her, Arri slipped him from her wet mouth and climbed back on top. She gasped as his dick reentered her.

“Steady baby …” Lyfe moaned as he placed his hands on her hips, controlling her movements. “That’s it, that’s how you ride Daddy’s dick.” He thrust her back and forth … forth and
back … over and over again. The music of their skin clapping, slapping, and loving each other soared into the air, as footsteps tipping across the lawn could be heard behind her. Lyfe opened his eyes and saw the maid tipping away.

Arri arched her back, “I’m cumming, baby.”

Lyfe couldn’t respond because he was exploding inside of her, and finally, for the first time since he’d been a grown-ass man, he felt like this is exactly where he wanted to be. Like everything he’d ever done, everything in life was for this one particular moment, where he could look into the face of the one person he felt would love him and never ever ask for anything in return.

He pulled her to his chest and knew he would never let her go. “I will never let anyone hurt you ever again,” he said as they exchanged explosions.

Arri knew when she awoke the next morning that she was in another world, far away from New York, far away from Brooklyn, and all of the other demons that she so desperately wanted out of her life. The only thing missing was Zion.

She turned over and kissed Lyfe in the center of his chest. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” She playfully bit him on the side of his neck.

“You know that kinda shit,” he said as Arri’s cell phone rang, “makes my dick hard, right?” He rolled on top of her and she opened her legs to allow him in. Her phone stopped ringing and then it immediately started ringing again.

“Maybe you ought to get that,” Lyfe said, reaching for Arri’s phone and handing it to her.

“Yeah.” She sat up as he rolled off of her. She looked at the caller ID. “It’s Khris.” Her heart started to beat quickly. “Is everything okay?” she said when she picked up the phone.

“Arri,” Khris said, clearly upset, “I think you should come home.”

Arri did her best to remain calm. “Where’s Zion?”

“He’s fine, he’s in the other room with Tyree.”

“Then what’s wrong, Khris?”

“Your sister, Arri.” Khris paused and Arri could hear the tears in her throat. “She’s gone.”

Arri’s heart dropped to her feet, “What do you mean she’s gone?”

“She died. She was found dead across the street in the alley. Drug overdose.”

Arri dropped the phone to her lap and shock consumed her body. Tears streamed down her face as Khris’s voice echoed from the phone. A million thoughts raced through Arri’s mind about how she would never again see her sister. She would never be able to dream with her, cry with, and beg her to please get it together. It was not only over, she was now officially alone.

“What happened?” Lyfe asked her, as he held her in his arms.

“My sister died,” she cried. “I need to go home.”

“Of course,” Lyfe said, kissing her on the forehead. “Let’s go home.”

A
fter the cremation and the spreading of Samara’s ashes in the river, Lyfe spent three days with Arri and Zion, forgetting once again that this was not his everyday life. Because the harsh reality was: no matter how much he didn’t want to face it, he had a company, a wife, and other shit to do; which was why he told Arri that he had work to finish up and needed to get back to his hotel suite.

The night was extremely quiet as Lyfe pulled into the hotel’s parking garage and closed the door to his Escalade. His hard-bottoms clicked along the concrete as he thought about Arri and hoped like hell he didn’t make her promises that life or unforeseen circumstances would force him not to keep. He knew she would never forgive him if he fucked this up, and he wasn’t willing to take that chance.

He walked through the dimly lit rows of cars and thought he heard footsteps behind him, yet when he turned around there was nothing.
I’m losing my fuckin’ mind.
He shook his head and continued swiftly on his way, only to be distracted by the sound of footsteps behind him again. Slowly he turned around and a stray cat hopped out of a garbage can.