“Okay. So, tell me how I can make this right.”
He licked his lips. “By getting on those knees, and finishing what you started.”
Without another word, I dropped to my knees, and pulled his dick out of his pajamas. Wasting no time, I took him into my mouth, and sucked. My slurping was loud, and bouncing off the walls, as I locked eyes with him. When his eyes gradually shut, I knew that I had him right where I wanted him.
Naughtily, I bobbed my head, feeling completely in control. Knowing exactly how to bring a guy to his knees, I allowed his dick to hit the back of my throat, and didn’t stop until he was throbbing, and releasing down my throat.
***
We had a full house by Christmas evening. From what I could tell, both Ricky and my mama were the most successful people in their families, with the biggest home. So, it only made sense for them to host Christmas.
My entire immediate family had shown up, and so had Ricky’s. There were so many cousins of all ages hanging around. There were about six teens on Ricky’s side, and eight on ours.
Wanting to do us, away from the adults, all the teens had gathered in the backyard. It was actually cold this Christmas, dropping into the low 30s. So, thankfully we had several standing patio heaters to keep us toasty.
With the house sitting on the lake, the wind was whipping, urging us to start the fire pit, and make some s’mores, while music was blasting from the subwoofers. With the string lights strung from various poles, and the tiki lights flickering, the ambiance was so romantic.
Me and Breeze were both wearing the Moncler he’d both, which included hoodies. However, it was so cold that we both had bubble jackets over that.
We warm blooded Houstonians weren’t accustomed to cold weather, so we were shivering, and Breeze had lowkey brought out a bottle of tequila to warm us up.
Also, initially, a few of my hot pussy cousins had laid eyes on Breeze and immediately pleaded with me to hook them up. Of course, for multiple reasons, I wasn’t letting that happen, and had told everybody that he was a hoe and that they shouldn’t bother. Naturally, they didn’t give a damn about whatever I had to say and were blatantly throwing themselves at him.
On the flip side, Harlem was blowing me up, and I hadn’t taken his calls since me and Breeze’s powwow earlier that day. This was definitely new territory for us, and guilt was slowly settling in.
No, I didn’t have plans of stopping what I was doing, but I could stop betraying Harlem. So, if I had to breakup with him to set him free, then that’s what I’d have to do.
“Summer, I thought my mama said that you have a boyfriend,” my cousin Nessa randomly mentioned, as we were seated on the handmade circular bench that surrounded the fire pit.
My lashes fluttered, as I decided that she was coming for me. “What made you say that, out of nowhere?”
Her eyes ping ponged back and forth between me and Breeze, as we sat beside each other, and my elbow was resting on his leg.
“Cause. I heard he lives right down the street. So, why wouldn’t y’all be spending Christmas together?”
“Maybe because it aint none of your business,” Breeze spoke up. “You worrying about the wrong shit.”
I cut my eyes at him, thinking that he’d gone a little too hard, right then. “Really, Ricky?”
“What?” He frowned, reminding me that he’d been drinking. So, the mask was off. This was him, unfiltered. “Nobody aint trying to hear her talking about noboyfriend. You aint fucking with that nigga. Not unless it’s finna be aproblem. So, I ain’t trying to hear that shit.”
“Welp.” My cousin Tele spoke up, before prissily taking a sip of tequila from a shot glass she’d snuck outside. “That just cleared up a whole lot. Cousins, let’s stop flirting with Breeze. Cause it’s obvious that these two muthafuckas is hunching.”
Everybody within earshot howled with laughter. Hell, I was laughing too, because I honestly didn’t give a fuck. I was legal and it wasn’t like my mama was gonna whip me. Besides, my cousins weren’t the type to run telling. We’d all seen each other do dirt and it was always kept amongst just us. And I was assuming that Breeze’s cousins were the same way.
“Aw shit, kinfolk. You popping it like that?” Armaud, Breeze’s cousin chuckled.
Reclining back, and tossing an arm behind me, he stretched out his legs. “Get out my business, nigga.”
When a cool breeze whipped through, I shivered, and my teeth chattered. Glancing over at me, Breeze wrapped an arm around me, holding me closely.
I locked eyes with him, thinking that he was getting way too comfortable. I may have not been concerned about getting in actual trouble for messing with Breeze. However, this also wasn’t our coming out party. Hell, I didn’t even know what we were doing, and I didn’t want my mama privy to the notion of me casually fucking her boyfriend’s son.
“What are you doing?” I whispered in his ear.
He leaned in and spoke in my ear. “Let me clue you in. I’m not sitting back, biting my fingers, worrying about who knows what. We both grown, technically. So, I aint gotta pretend, Summer. If that gets back to your mama, then so be it.”
“But you do realize that her knowing would change things, right?”
