She doesn’t press. Just leans into me, watching the TV. Her voice breaks the silence again.
“Mi seh, yuh remember the man weh call to me today? A him did gas up that Spanish girl to beat me… now him a try look mi.” I hear her but mi mind elsewhere. She watches me, and I fake a small smile. She seems to get it, choosing to stay quiet. Eventually, I drop asleep.
***
I wake up to the Tv asking ‘Are you still watching?’ and shift from under Zara’s arm. I roll off, head to the bathroom to do my routine. She leans on the door, eyes sleepy but soft. “Morning,” she says.
“Morning, Mami.”
“Yacht party later… you ready?”
I nod.
“You not going to work?”
She shakes her head. “Physics exam. Mi nuh teach dat.” She heads to the guest bathroom mirror. I lean on the door frame, watching her do her skin routine. Then, slowly, she undresses. Her eyes meet mine through the mirror. She steps out of her panties and approaches.
“I notice yuh sad yesterday,” she says softly.
I nod. “Mi never plan fi talk ‘bout it still. It might kill mi vibe.”
“And mi nuh want dat,” she whispers, cupping my face.
I run my hand down her back. “No, we nuh want dat.”
My hand lands on her throat and she bites her lip. “Nickoi…” she breathes. I lean in, kiss her. She wraps herself around me, and I lift her onto the vanity. Her legs wrap around me, mouth on mine. Then the phone rings.
Zara grabs my wrist, licking her lips. “Yuh nuh affi answer it,” she purrs. She drops to her knees on the vanity, fingers already working my shorts.
ZARA
He stands in front of me, pants low, eyes locked on mine like he dares me to look away. I’m on the vanity, knees wide, lips wrapped ‘round him, stretching my mouth as he thrusts into my throat. One hand grips his thigh, the other braces on the sink behind me. Then water starts spraying behind me. Warm, sudden, dripping down my back and soaking my inner thighs.
“Shit,” I gasp out around him, trying to reach back to turn the faucet off. He doesn’t let me. Just grabs my braids in a fist, holding me in place.
“Leave it,” he grunts. “You already wet anyway.”
My eyes roll back. The water runs, but he gets rougher. The veins pulsing in my throat. He smirks, watching his dickdisappear past my lips. “Heaven wrap round me right now… Jah… feel like this can lick mi chip.”
I hum around him, eyes tearing up. He throbs hard in my mouth, grips my head, then—
“Tek it. Yeaah… just like dat.” His hips twitch. And just like that, he releases. Warm and thick, turning my face in his canvas. My cheeks, mouth, even my lashes has white strokes.
“Shittt,” he exhales, watching his own mess drip down my face. I swipe my tongue over my swollen lips. “You pretty wid it… yuh know dat?”
He drags me off the vanity like I weigh nothing, like my body was built for him. Legs fly up, I lock dem ‘round his waist tight. I laugh breathlessly. “Y-Yuh not even give mi time fi breathe.”
“Don’t need yuh fi breathe,” he hisses. “Just tek dis.” He walks me straight to the wall, presses my back against it, and slides inside without warning.
“Ahh—!” I cry out, nails digging in his back.
“Yuh feel that?” he whispers against my ear, he’s so tall, I have to look up as he slowly grinds into me. “Yuh tight… mi can’t… do a day… without this.”
“Mmmm…” He grips my thighs, lifts them higher over his shoulders, then steps deeper between my legs.
“Yow… don’t run,” he warns, holding me still. “Every f***in’ inch, mi giving yuh. Tek it.”
My head knocks back. I claw at his back, trying to stay sane.
