“Mmm.” I groaned, holding her in place while I swallowed it all. When I pulled my face away slightly, a thick stream of cum was attached to my lips, and I went back in to clean it up.
“Creamy ass pussy.” I waited until her breathing settled, then helped her put her shorts back on. I then picked her up, turned the TV off, and took her up to her room. She held on to me like she was Carlee, her legs wrapped around my waist and arms around my neck.
When we got to her door, I placed her on her feet and attacked her lips again, squeezing her fat ass. My dick poked her in the stomach, and she grabbed it, stroking it gently. I stopped her because if she kept this shit up, I was going to bend her ass over on the bench in the hallway.
“Good night, Ms. Alicia. Sleep well,” I told her, placing a kiss on her neck, then her forehead. She didn’t speak, just opened the door and went inside. I turned and went into my room to wash my face, brush my teeth, and relieve myself.
Afterward, I lay awake, praying that I hadn’t made a mistake by doing what I did. I enjoyed every moment and didn’t regret it—none of it. I just hoped she felt the same.
What the hellhave I done?
That was the loaded question I kept asking myself because I knew what would happen if I allowed Basil to keep working for me. The attraction and chemistry had been brewing since the moment I saw him that day in the deli. I would never admit that the day in the LEGO store, his words of affirmation, his looks, and the way he was with his nieces and nephews gave me a sense of peace when he spoke to me.
I tried to do everything in my power to avoid this from happening, but it was inevitable. The way he ate me like a perfectly seasoned neck bone had me now avoiding him at every turn. It had been two days since that night in the living room, and I had been hiding from him.
I hid in my bedroom until it was time for dinner, then I’d come down, avoiding eye contact and taking my food back up to my room. I knew it was childish not to talk to him about what happened, but I knew the moment we were alone, I was going to allow him to do more than just snatch my soul.
He was going to end up snatching my heart too.
Right now, Basil and Carsyn were gone with my dad, fishing. They left at six this morning, and I felt a bit of relief that I didn’t have to tiptoe around him.
The girls and I were in the living room, putting together a puzzle, when my cell rang.
When I looked at the caller ID and saw Raeley’s name, excitement coursed through me as I answered before the phone could ring a second time.
“Raeeee! I miss you, Cousin!”
“Ali Cat! I miss you mooore!”
“It’s crazy how I can’t talk to you like I want.” I pouted.
“I know, but that shit is coming to an end. It’s crazy how many brains I gotta save and how exhausted I be. But I told myself I was making time for my people from here on out.”
“I love that for us.”
“Me too. So, what have you been up to? What’s tea?”
“I hope you have time because the kettle is full.”
“I got an hour to spare, so pour me a cup, babes.”
I told the girls to play nice as I went out back and sat at the makeshift bar. I made sure I kept my eyes on them while I proceeded to tell my cousin exactly what’d been going on. The amount of “What?” and “I know you fucking lying!” that I heard from her let me know that she was highly upset. I wanted to give her the bad first before I soothed her with the good.
Was letting Basil eat me out good though?
Once I told her about him up until two days ago, and how I’d been avoiding him, she was now invested in us rather than what Leo had done.
“Alicia, Alicia, Alicia. Now, I expect shit like this from me, but you? This doesn’t even sound like you. I am not opposed to you getting some new dick, but don’t fall for him. You’ve only known him a few weeks. You gotta vet his ass first. How is he with the kids?”
“They adore him, Rae. I shouldn’t have crossed the line with him. What if things don’t work out? Now my kids are yet again being left by someone they care about.”
“Do you think things won’t work out with him?”
“Honestly? No. He’s perfect. Carlee is attached to him already, and . . . I don’t know. I just don’t want to complicate things.”
“Send me a picture of him. I need to see if he’s the one to risk it all for.”
I giggled as I went through my photo gallery and sent her a photo of Basil with the kids when we were at Universal Studios. When the picture finally went through on her end, I could hear her soft whine.
