“Come on then.”
He climbed up and I didn’t hesitate to climb up with him. He led me back to his bedroom and I took everything in.
I wasn’t someone that was sexually shy. I’d done my fair share of fucking people. At the beginning I’d been trying to keep up with Rook. Knight and King weren’t hard on finding womenthat wanted to keep their beds warm and Rook had started being a hoe as soon as he could.
I figured something with my sexuality made me feel like I needed to prove myself. I also knew I wasn’t the type of nigga to cheat so once I got married that would be it. I’d gone from fucking a different woman monthly trying to keep up with my brothers to feeling like maybe I could just get all of my bisexuality out by fucking man after man. I’d been promiscuous on both sides of the spectrum.
This was different though.
This was Asante, the man I planned on spending the next two years of my life committed to.
I swallowed and walked further into his room while he yanked his shirt off by the neck of it.
The man was fine. He was even more muscular than I’d thought he was and I was slightly shocked by the tattoos that littered his back: the flag of the country his family had originated in, his last name, a series of different animals and three different flowers. I didn’t get to stare at it for too long before Asante turned around to face me.
I yanked my shirt off over my head in response. I didn’t want to seem less eager than I was and fuck, I was eager. He walked over to me and we collided into each other without words needing to be exchanged.
We kissed each other passionately and when his hands landed on the button of my pants, I reached down for his belt. I fumbled with it like I was somehow new to this and hoped Asante thought it was endearing.
He pulled back and kissed my mouth softly.
“I’ve got you,” he said quietly. “What you panicking for?”
“You terrify me,” I admitted.
“For what?” He pulled me in by my pants and then no walked me backwards. I collapsed at the foot of his bed and watched himlower himself to his knees. “That wasn’t a trick question, Bishop. Talk to me.”
“You know everything.”
“And?”
“And you are everything.”
The words shocked both of us. I saw Asante’s eyes jump but I didn’t try to take the words back.
“I’m everything?”
“Everything I want but can’t have,” I clarified.
“You have me. I’m right here on my knees for you.”
I swallowed and nodded while words lodged themselves in my throat, too heavy and loaded to be pushed out.
“You good, Bishop?” he asked. “I’m not going to move until you tell me if you’re good.”
“I’m good.”
“Alright.” He leaned in and kissed my chest.
Then, he grabbed my pants and worked them down my legs. The second my dick was free it lifted and he leaned in and kissed it through my boxers before he pulled the boxers down. I took a slow measured breath while I watched Asante lean in and there wasn’t hesitation. He wasn’t shy or measured. He leaned in and kissed the tip of my dick then licked around the head briefly before dropping his head down and taking my dick down his throat.
My eyes rolled back immediately. There was no fucking way.
Asante deep throated me like it was something he got paid to do and I knew immediately I’d lay all of my family’s secrets at his feet just to keep him. He was worth that and more. I understood how people were manipulated by lovers and sex was used as a weapon. I gripped the blanket beneath me with one hand and the other went to the back of his head. I didn’t try to force his head down or lead him. He didn’t need direction. He bobbed his head up and down, choking himself on my dick until salivapooled out of his mouth. Each time I hit the back of his throat I hissed. My head fell backward and Asante’s head lifted to the tip. He licked and sucked at it while one of his hands stroked me. Then, he deepthroated me again and when his head lifted, he lightly scrapped the underside of my dick with his teeth. I shuttered and groaned. My head fell back and my toes were damn near throwing up gang signs while I came down Asante’s throat.
He licked up my dick and kissed the head. My chest heaved while he sat back on his ass and grabbed my feet and started yanking my shoes off. He got my pants and boxers the rest of the way off then climbed to his feet. I followed suit and reached for his pants, my mouth watering at the thought of making him feel a fraction of how he’d made me feel.
“Nah.” Asante grabbed my hands and leaned in, kissing me softly. “You’re good.” He kissed me again. “Just get on the bed.”
