She sat quietly for a second, like her brain was still running the play I just called. Then she nodded slowly. “Okay… I’m down. I like that.”
I tapped her thigh and smirked. “Cool. Just know… if your pops get slick wit’ me, you better break that shit up before I gotta excuse myself.”
She rolled her eyes and laughed. “You’ll be fine.” A moment passed before she said, “I need to stop by the store before we head out there, though, to grab a few things if I’m cooking.”
I checked the time on my phone, then looked back at her. “We got a couple hours before we hit the road. I gotchu.”
She nodded again, then slid out of the bed all slow and shit like she knew I was watching. And I was. That ass jiggling with every step. Belly wasn’t even poking yet, but just knowing she was carrying my child did something to me. Dick got hard as fuck. I leaned back on one elbow, taking in the view like it was my own personal show.
Autumn stepped out of the room, and I finally sat up, legs hitting the floor. I reached down, grabbed my boxer briefs, pulled them on, then picked up the blunt I’d rolled for the morning. I didn’t even get to spark it before I felt her arms slide around my neck from behind. Her lips pressed to the side of my neck.
“Thank you,” she whispered into my ear, breath minty fresh.
“For what?”
“For just… being you. And not flipping out last night.”
I reached up, ran my hand across hers. “I gotchu, baby. Always.”
She kissed my neck again, a little lower this time. “Good. ‘Cause now I wanna get you.”
I turned slightly, smirking. “Oh, word?”
She didn’t answer with words. She just pushed me back against the pillows and climbed up between my legs, keeping her eyes locked on mine as her hand reached for the blunt. “Let me.”
Her voice came out smooth as hell, making a nigga pause mid-thought. I let her take the blunt, watched her spark it up, then leaned in as she brought it to my lips. I took that first pull slowly, eyes locked on hers the whole time. Smoke drifted out of my mouth while she set the lighter down and kissed the middle of my chest. Then she went lower.
One kiss turned into two, then three. She trailed down my stomach like she had all morning to play. Her fingers hooked the band of my boxer briefs, sliding them down like she was unwrapping a gift. My dick popped up hard as hell, already waiting on her.
“Ayo—” I started, voice already different.
She didn’t let me finish. Her tongue slid down the side of my dick, then back up, and then she wrapped them pretty lips around the tip like she knew I needed this shit. I wasn’t the type to ask for head, and I never expected it. I was a giver by nature,but it’d been a minute since I had my shit sucked, and Autumn looked so fucking sexy doing it.
I let out a low growl, smoke still hanging in the air, head falling back as I sank into the mattress. One hand gripped the blunt. The other slid to the back of her head. She looked up at me while she worked, eyes heavy, mouth full of dick.
“That’s how you feelin’ this mornin’?” I muttered, voice already thick with that pressure.
She moaned around it and went deeper. My dick hit the back of her throat, and she didn’t flinch. Just kept slobbing on my shit. I can’t even lie; this shit felt personal. It felt like a thank you and an apology all in one, as if it was her way of grounding us. I couldn’t stop watchin’ her. I sat there smoking, hand on her head, letting her set the pace. She knew what she was doing. Too damn good at it.
“Fuck, gorgeous…”
She didn’t stop. She just moaned, louder, as her mouth got wetter and sloppier. Her tongue was wild. And when her hands slid down to cup my balls, I damn near dropped the blunt. I had to set that shit down in the ashtray I brought with me before I burned something.
The sound of Autumn sucking my dick echoed like a muthafucka. Just her mouth making the nastiest love to my shit and me trying to keep from moaning like a bitch.
“Shit…” I hissed, my hand tightening in her hair, head hitting the headboard as I shut my eyes. My hips bucked once, and that was it. I came down her throat with a low-ass groan and muttered, “Fuck, baby… goddamn.”
She didn’t even flinch as she swallowed every drop like a pro, then held my dick in her mouth for a second longer like she wasn’t ready to let me go yet. When she finally pulled off, she licked her lips like she had just finished a plate of food. I just laid there, staring at her, head all fucked up. She climbed off the bed, walking away like she ain’t just snatch my soul before breakfast.
As she hit the doorway, she turned back with a little smirk and said, “I’m about to go shower…”
Then she disappeared down the hallway, and I was still laid out with my body loose and completely relaxed. I took another look towards the doorway she disappeared through. My dick was still hard, twitching against my thigh. I smirked to myself and sat up.
“Nah,” I muttered under my breath, already sliding off the bed. “Hold up.” I started walking toward the bathroom. I had to redeem myself.
S t e a ms t i l lc l u n gto the air when I stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tight under my arms, heart steadying from the long, hot shower that was damn near spiritual.
Last night was a lot. Emotionally. Physically. Mentally. But standing under that water with him behind me… it didn’t feel heavy. It felt right, like something I didn’t have to keep running from.
