“Mmmmm,” she moaned. His stroke was deep. Deep as fuck. The loooongestttttt strokes she had ever received and her head craned back every time he hit bottom. He bit her chin.
“You gon’ let me keep this shit, Bird? This my pussy?” Demi groaned as he hit her in circles. Charlie’s hands went to his back and then to his ass, pressing him into her completely. She felt the hardness of him pressing into her clit.
“Fuck!” she screamed.
“Tell me, Bird,” he growled. It was fitting because he was an animal in bed.
“It’s yours, Demi, it’s yours,” she whispered.
“Then cum all over this dick ,Bird. Hmm?” he said, gritting his teeth.
“I ammmmm, Demi, I’m cumminggggg. Wait for me, Demi. I feel it, aghhh!”
Demi murdered her pussy, coming straight up on his knees and gripping her at the crease of her hips, slamming her down onto him. “Cum. On. This. Fucking. Dick,” he said. Demi beat it like she stole something. Beat it like a case. Beat it like a bitch beat her face. Demi knew how to make a woman feel like a woman. He was on an archeological dig to unearth the history of her sex and Charlie was leaving the evidence of her existence all over him. He had that pussy creaming. Demi played with her clit like he had seen her play her guitar, strumming her love, mastering her strings, as he admired the juices coating his dick as he went in and out.
“Shit!” she cried.
“You making a mess, Bird. Look at this shit,” he said, biting down on his bottom lip. “Fuckkkkkk.”
Round two was a beautiful tie, conceding to one another, giving into fatigue as he collapsed on the bed beside her.
“You want to shower? I can change the sheets,” she whispered, turning to him as she laid on one shoulder.
“Nah, Bird,” he said, eyes lowering. There wouldn’t be any creeping out before morning. Not tonight. Whatever will he had mustered to leave, she had just stolen.
“But you don’t like it. I touched you,” she said, voice small, exhausted.
“You just gon’ do the shit again, so I might as well keep you on me. I’m tired over here, man. Like fucking exhausted. You make a nigga feel like he ain’t slept in years,” Demi said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“As soon as I walk through the door it’s like I can’t wait to close my eyes. You got a real comfortable vibe about you, Bird. Your house feels like a good place to sleep,” he explained. He didn’t close both eyes often. Demi was always on point, always anticipating his past in the streets coming back to haunt him. He never relaxed, except here, for this one night. He was more relaxed than he had ever been. He didn’t know if it was because no one knew where he was, or about Charlie, or if there was something special she was doing to make him feel that way, but his guard felt useless in her house.
“So, sleep, babe. If my house brings you peace, you can come here to sleep. Whenever you need to.”
Demi looked at her and lifted one arm, so she could ease beneath him. She was hesitant.
“You sure?” she asked. He was so damn funny acting. So damn picky, particular about where her hands touched before touching him.
“It ain’t the house, Bird. It’s you. I’m sure.”
Demi felt something cold and wet and it stirred him from his sleep. He opened one eye and Bails laid cuddled beneath him, licking his cheek. He damn near fell out the bed, trying to scramble away, knocking over the lamp on her nightstand as he hopped from the bed.
“The fuck, man,” Demi snapped. “Yo, Bird, this fucking dog!”
Bails laid down on the bed staring up at him with those glossy, big eyes.
“Fucking look at me like that, man. We gon’ have to come to an understanding around this motherfucka,” Demi bitched ashe took heavy steps toward the bathroom, slamming the door before climbing into her shower.
He practically scrubbed his skin raw as he stood beneath the stream of water. He was pissed, grunting, and growling his complaints as he used damn near a whole bottle of soap to get clean.
“Should have took my ass home,” he mumbled. “Goddamn dog.”
He washed his body until the water ran cold, and when he emerged from the bathroom, he paused, noticing the bed had been made with fresh sheets, Bails was gone, and there was a Macy’s bag on the floor.
The smell of food was in the air and Demi stood there, hair on his chest, bare feet soaking the floor, rubbing his semi-toned abs as Charlie appeared at the door.
“Bails versus Demi. Bails-1, Demi-0?” she asked. “You okay?”
