“Mmhmm,” I whimper, my walls contracting with each passing second.
“I’m right here with you. Keep breathing.” Sweat forms on his forehead. “Let go for me,” he directs, and I reach my crescendo.
I hit the wall hard. My limbs shake, my toes curl, and stars pop up in my vision. I am completely and utterly wrecked. He’s still going, watching me with a pained smile. He’s smiling because I’m satisfied. He only cares about me, no regard for his release.
I don’t know what it feels like to be filled by him yet, but I know what it feels like to be desired and supported by him.
I raise my eyebrows, offering something in return. He fervently nods. I take my time moving towards him.
“Moyo, please,” Niyi moans, his chest rising and falling. I’m turned on by the sweat forming on his hairline and the pleading in his deep-brown eyes as he opens his mouth.
My cum-covered fingers are barely in Niyi’s mouth when he starts sucking on them.
“Fuck,” he moans. The expletive sparks a smile from me. “Sunshine,” he adds.
“Sunshine?” I question, resting my back on the armrest.
“Don’t get too cocky.”
“No, from ‘your favorite’ to ‘Sunshine.’ What’s next?” I laugh.
“I’ll take care of you,” he says. I already know what he’s thinking.
“Go ahe—” Before I can get out the words, my legs are on his shoulders, and he’s lying prone with half his body hanging off the couch.
“Moyo,” he moans, and the sound echoes through me. I’m at the edge, ready to chant his name like a chorus—when the doorbell screams instead of me.
“Moyo! Open up!” Anjie’s voice booms from outside. “I left my key at home, so you actually have to open the door.” Another onslaught of bells.
Shit.
Niyi lifts his head, and I tighten my legs to retrieve some lost pleasure. We glance at each other. There’s so much more to say, so much more to do, but all we can do is get dressed because of the incessant doorbell ringing. I throw on my sweater and hurry to get on my cargo pants. Niyi returns to his green-and-black ensemble, his bulge unmistakable from any angle.
The doorbell rings again.
I can’t keep Anjie waiting any longer without looking even more suspicious.
“Hide,” I shoo. Niyi shoots me an incredulous look, and I give him an equally exasperatedWhat do you want me to do?look in return. He stalks off into a dark corner of the kitchen. With the lights off, you can barely see anything in there.
Anjie doesn’t let me get a word out before she storms in.
“How did you know I was home?” I ask, trying to distract her and keep her away from the kitchen—and off the soiled couch.
“We have each other’s location?” Her inflection makes it a question. “Anyways, that’s not why I’m here. I need to talk to you,” she huffs. I want to kick her out, but her face is flushed, and her tone is more hurried than usual.
“Wait.” Anjie pauses, ignoring my attempts to move her away from theliving room. “It smells a little weird in here.” Then she notices the half-drunk wine glasses, the lube, and the wipes on the table.
“You have someone over. Where is he?” she demands, raising her voice. I hope Niyi knows what’s good for him and doesn’t come out.
“Had,” I lie.
“Hmm, interesting,” she says and then sprints to the kitchen and turns on the lights. Niyi flinches in the corner. “I knew it!” she yelps and claps her hands, laughing like a kid who’s just won at hide-and-seek.
“I really needed that tonight.” She sighs and turns back to me, forgetting Niyi. I mouth sorry to him, and he smiles and shakes his head.
“I’ll head out,” Niyi finally speaks up. Not that it matters now that she’s found him anyway.
“You’re not gonna introduce us, Moyo?” Anjie asks, feigning innocence.
