“Mannn, you gotta let me feel on that bad boy.”
“Keep your hands to yourself.”
“That’s bold.” Logic sucked his teeth.
“Oh my god,” she squealed when the tip of her toe touched the water.
“It’s not that bad, just dip your body and get it over with.”
“Shut up,” Tyler hissed. “If I get sick, I’m blaming you.” She inched further into the water.
“I’ll come take care of you,” Logic promised asYou belong to meby Lihtz played over the speakers above them.
“Mm, I’m sure you will.” Tyler looked away coyly, unable to keep eye contact with him for too long.
“Tell me all your secrets, I don’t care who you dealt with, since I came around it’s like that nigga don’t mean shit, I like that you always on yo mink shit,” Lihtz rapped lowly.
“Aye.” Logic swam closer to her, trapping her body between his and the edge of the pool.
“Huh?” She swallowed, feeling high all of a sudden.
“Don’t do that shit around me… Matter fact, I don’t want you doing it at all. You feeling anxious? Call me. You need a friend? Call me. You about to get on stage and can’t breathe, borrow somebody's inhaler, and then call me. I don’t give a fuck if you get a splinter and want me to come get that muthafucka out, hit my line, aight? I’m trying to be your person.”
“You can’t make those kinda promises.”
“I can and I am. Call me when you need me, baby girl, and I’ll come... You hear me?”
“This isn’t just some kind of infatuation, is it?” she wondered aloud.
“What?”
“Like, how do I know you're not trying to get me to let my guard down, fuck me, and use it as a scandal to get ahead? How do I know that this is real?”
“You don’t,” Logic replied simply. “I can tell you that I'm not on that shit, but it’s up to you to believe it and me to prove it. Do I wanna fuck you?” He cocked his head to the side, stealing a glimpse of her ass. “Hell yea. I want to stretch the pussy out,give you a Yoni treatment, and then stretch that muthafucka out again.”
“See!” Tyler placed her hand on his chest, pushing him away.
“But-” he grabbed her hand. “I also want to get to know you...on a deeper level. I want to be your nigga baby girl and if you give me a chance, I can prove it.”
“I have a lot of baggage.” She tucked her lip into her mouth.
“I do too.” Logic scooted closer to her.
“I need to take things slow.”
“It’s your show, I’m simply in the audience.”
“I-
“Stop trying to talk yourself out of this. Fuck all that overthinking shit and let me taste that lip gloss.”
“Huh?”
“Let me suck on these greasy ass lips.”
Without thought, Tyler leaned forward and placed her lips on his. Logic’s hand slid up the front of her body and lightly wrapped around her neck. When she opened her mouth to moan, Logic slipped his tongue inside her mouth, and she happily sucked it. Backing her further into the wall, Logic’s roaming hand found its way to her bikini bottoms. Tyler parted her legs a little wider, letting him know it was ok to keep going. Pushing her bottoms to the side, Logic ran his finger through her warm slit.
“Mm,” Tyler moaned in his mouth.
