“You can have it whenever you want it.”
He scooped me from underneath, lifting my leg up, and made me watch as he fucked me. The way our skin collided sounded beautiful. Even his moans left me in a trance.
“Nah, that ain’t enough. Tell me this mothafucka mine.”
He watched my juices splatter with every thrust. His pelvis was coated. His lips suctioned my neck in the most sensual way, making me arch my back. My nails traced his scars and tattoos.
“It’s yours.”
He placed one of my legs around his waist and caressed the other one.
He picked me up as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He sat in the squatted position in the center of the floor without ever pulling out of me. I was on fire as he bounced me on his dick. My weight wasn’t even a thing to him– I was a feather.
He pulled me down his dangerous hole as our gaze deepened. I saw myself falling. He felt me sinking. A smirk creased his cheek. He knew I was a goner.
“Shit, Courtland.”
“I like the way that shit sounds coming off them beautiful ass lips.”
“What the hell are you doing to me?” I whimpered between breaths.
“Showing you you’re mine. I want you to feel this shit. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
Then a tear dropped because this man unlocked something I’ve only had it happen one other time, and it was with him. It was magical. He said the quiet part out loud. I was his. And he showed me, fucking me like I was the only one in the world. Like he’d waited his whole life for this. For me.
His Benz slid into Eris’s driveway. My car sat still with dew on its windows. The streets were quiet. City’s loud bass broke through the peace surrounding us.
“You aiight?” City asked.
“I’m always good.”
He nodded, eyes low and glassy from both the liquor and weed.
His dreads hung over his face and shoulders, shielding me from seeing him fully. City was 6’1”, caramel complexion with amber colored eyes. That’s how he got me the first time. They’re always red from smoking. His lips were plump and behind those slugged out teeth was a tongue so lethal that it made me think about him even after ghosting me. Tattoos covered his body from what I remember. Straight thug appeal.
“We gon’ tell them that we know each other already?” he asked.
“For what?”
“’Cause I already test drove that pussy. We ain’t new to this shit, Suki.”
“Boy, bye. We fucked a few times and then we ghosted each other, remember? That was so long ago, I don’t even remember what the dick is like. So, hey, how you? I’m Suki.” I held out my hand for him to shake.
“You know what this dick like, though. Don’t act like you wasn’t out here with a flashlight in the daytime checking for a nigga.”
“Boy, bye. The dick was good, but I’ve had better.” I rolled my eyes.
City and I met over a year ago and we fucked on the first night and a few times after that. No shame in my game. Neither of us wanted anything serious. I had my men and of course he had his bitches. City and I were the same people, different genders. Or so I thought until we stopped all communication.
Pulling up to Chevron, when I got out the car, everybody greeted me. Some tried to get my attention, but I paid them no mind. They knew I didn’t play that.
“Who that?” I heard from the crowd.
I ignored it, going into the store.
