Mahasin + Gage
(Morning after)
Mahasin
I twirled around in my kitchen, teeth freshly brushed and flossed, body showered and moisturized. My favorite ceramic mug was filled with a hot matcha latte, and Janet Jackson’s “Miss You Much” played loudly through my surround sound speakers. Big Mama, was feeling good.
My evening with Gage, although completely out of my norm, was amazing. The way he wooed me at RYZE—I mean, the man brought out a cart filled with roses and pushed me around under the spotlight to my favorite song in a room full of people. It was over-the-top, dramatic, and romantic as hell. And that nickname?Dollface.It will forever make my heart flutter.
He was so caring about my feelings and gentle with my body—at least until I gave him the green light not to be. The memory of his deep, deliberate thrusts and those guttural moans was enough to make me go upstairs and pull out my rose right now. He touched me like he had studied me. Like he had waited his whole life to explore me.
After we had sex, we showered together, and he was just as attentive to my body in there as he was on the couch. Opening a fresh loofah and lathering it with Nécessaire body wash, he gently scrubbed me down, tending to every fold with care and intention. I, of course, returned the favor—and as an extra show of gratitude, I took that monster of a penis of his into my mouth and slurped out my appreciation. It was a blessing that his shower had a bench, because the way his knees buckled when I deep-throated his dick? He was bound to hit the shower floor.
It was cute, when he palmed the back of my head, he quickly pulled away—like he was afraid of crossing a line. Smirking, I slid him from my mouth and said, “Put that hand back and show yourDollfacejust how you like your dick to be sucked. Force me to go as deep as you want.” His eyes darkened at my command.
A few minutes of twisting, sucking, and toying with his balls—while Gage controlled the pace—delivered him a world-winning orgasm that made him moan out,Dr. Motherfucking Mahasin St. James.I felt so accomplished. Proud. Turned on all over again. I drank every ounce he gave me like it was the last thing I’d ever be blessed to taste.
Was it crazy that I wanted another night with him? That I could see us mindlessly fucking one minute and then spending the whole night on the phone as if we weren’t just together? Gage was just so calm, honest, and—need I say—safe. Baby boy might have some OCD tendencies, because the way he arranged that bar caddy and ate his calamari clockwise was… different. But I wouldn’t mind experiencing his differences every day. And he told me he loved me. I mean, I know there’s no way he could love me, having known me for less than 24 hours, but damn that shit felt good to hear.
This is your damn problem, Mahasin.
I don’t know why I have the desire to belong to someone. As accomplished as I am, I don’t know what I’m chasing in being someone’s forever. No, I’m going to continue to be a pillar in my community, a phenomenal OBGYN, and a bad bitch. That’s it, that’s all.
However, it would be nice if I could make Gage’s wish come true. Oh, yeah—the dick was so good, I asked his ass what he wanted for Christmas and told him to make it wild because God was not on a budget. And as impossible as it was, he deserved it. For the short amount of time I had the chance to experience him, I could tell he was the type of man who deserved the world. Strong, patient, attentive, and sexy? But most importantly, I could tell he was honest—and honesty wasn’t exactly on the market these days.
What touched me most wasn’t the sex—it was the gift. He gave me something sacred. His first time. In a world where bodies are traded like stocks, he offered me his with reverence and trust. That man had waited. Not just for the right moment, but for the right woman. And somehow, in all my flaws and heartbreak, he saw that woman in me. That kind of intimacy? That kind of trust? I felt honored and almost unworthy at the same time. I didn’t take it lightly. I don’t think I ever will.
But I ain’t Santa. And unfortunately for both of us, God seemed to be out of miracles with my name on them. So, Gage’s one wish was just as good as Ray J’s.
Still barefoot in my kitchen, I raised my ceramic mug as if it were a wine glass, my eyes misty but my smile slick. Usher’sClimaxechoed through the speakers, soft and haunting. I lifted my chin, whispered to the quiet air around me— “To the climax, from the man who almost made me believe in fairy tales… if only for one night.”
Gage
The rays from the morning sun caused me to stir. I rubbed the other side of the bed, but my heart already knew she was gone—and confirmation only made it hit harder. I slowly sat up to do my morning in-bed stretches, reaching toward the sky and turning my head left to right.
“Don’t open your eyes and look on her side, Gage,” I said to myself.Her side.Just like my better instincts, my eyes betrayed me and opened right onto the empty space where I was sure the love of my life had lain just hours before.
My gut told me to persuade her to be mine forever, but my heart told me to let her go. I’d consider myself confident and secure, but I wasn’t sure I was the right man for Mahasin. Even though, in less than 24 hours, I’d given her what every woman I’d dealt with begged me for—my first time, my vulnerability, my undying devotion to always loving her—I knew my exceptionalities would eventually be the deal breaker.
With my ex, Trina, she would put too many food choices in her mouth at one time. Lea wore white socks. Every. Damn. Day. Raina used one washcloth for her whole body… Well, maybe that had nothing to do with my exceptionalities. That bitch was just nasty. And Kelsey was a hoe—again, I don’t think that one was my fault.
Dollface would probably be embarrassed by my awkwardness around her elite friends and kick my ass to the curb. Yeah, one night was enough. One night was… safe.
Unable to contain myself, I sniffed the side of the bed where she once lay and smiled when I inhaled the remnants of rose, honey, and Melanie Martinez’sCry Baby Perfume Milk. She told me that it was her signature scent because it paired well with her body chemistry, and, since it was now discontinued, she considered it a flex that she could obtain the fragrance from Melanie herself. If the gesture wouldn’t give me an anxietyattack and a bad case of hives, I’d swear to never wash or change my sheets again.
I made my way to the bathroom to relieve myself. After washing my hands, I prepped my toothbrush and began brushing my teeth.
“Alexa, playLullabyby Jaydon and add it to my Love Songs playlist,” I instructed the device.
Hearing the lyrics sent me right back to RYZE, and I went from brushing last night’s sleep out of my mouth to envisioning myself once again pushing my baby through the crowd in that cart full of roses. What I wouldn’t give to show my affection to her just one more time.
She had the florist preserve the roses so her assistant could pick them up today and gift them to everyone on the maternity suite at the hospital she delivered out of.
Beautiful. And selfless.
Entering my shower, the warm water hit me from both the front and back, and the rush of liquid made me remember the orgasms I gave Mahasin just hours ago from eating her pussy. Never in my life would I have imagined wanting to put my mouth on an organ that releases a substance solely dependent on body chemistry. I mean, the wrong food intake, soap, or vitamin deficiency can turn a peach into vinegar quickly—but with her, I wanted to taste whatever she gave. Mahasin exuded kindness and grace, and I knew she’d taste just as sweet. And surprisingly, I didn’t need to be coached on how to eat pussy. Better yet, I didn’twantto be coached. I wanted to make her cum on my own.
“Just tell me if I’m hurting you,” I whispered.
