I placed the butter in the nightstand. The drawer never closed. My sudden need for gratification wouldn’t allow it.
I rested my head on the pillow behind me, elongating my body until I was flat on my back. My erection fought for relevancy in the wake of my desires. Sexual tension plagued me.
I fisted my dick, coating it with the Vaseline from my nightstand. Involuntarily, my eyelids sealed themselves. My chest caved. My stomach stiffened. And, my breaths deepened.
There she is.
The grip around my tool tightened as Royce appeared without even a hair out of place. And, it wasn’t her phone her fingertips met continuously. It was my shoulders. The heels that she conquered any fucking thing she put her mind to in were planted on each side of me, giving her the stability she needed to rise and descend.
“Shit,” I whispered, clenching every muscle in my body.
High cheeks, large almond eyes, slim frame, pearly white teeth, kissable nose, full lips, and an ass that had no business being so unforgettable, promised me a life of unpredictability.
Up.
Down.
I stroked my dick as I watched our bodies connect. I disappeared in her wetness.
Up.
Down.
She was sloppy. In bed was the only time the adjective deserved the right as a descriptor. Otherwise, it didn’t belong in the same sentence as Royce.
Up.
Down.
“Fuck,” I breathed out.
The curling of my toes signaled my undoing. I wasn’t prepared. The air was too nippy. The silence was repulsive. The solitude was unbecoming.
I released my bone. Its steadiness remained as I grabbed my cell. I scanned the contact list and landed on Asia. One tap on the camera icon and FaceTime was initiated.
Her pretty face appeared after the second ring. I was certain it wouldn’t make it past the third one.
“Hello, Ishma–”
Her bottom lip folded into her mouth. Those light brown eyes of hers glistened with desperation. I resumed, massaging my dick for her viewing pleasure.
Up.
Down.
“Asia?”
“Yes, baby?” Pouty lips questioned.
Asia was ready. Asia was always ready. Her contact should’ve beenReadyinstead of her government name.
“Come put him down.”
“I’m coming.”
I ended the call. The exchange of words had reached its cliff. I tossed my cell on the bed and closed the drawer of my nightstand. Its contents were secured.
My feet carried me back into the bathroom where I cleansed my dick of the greasy substance. There would be no use for it where it was headed.
