“A boy at heart, I like to mess with the girl I like.” He grabs me by my ass, lifting me more on top of him.
My legs are sore from the hours-long fuck spree that was us coming together. I hiss a little at the ache of moving.
“I’ll allow it,” I say.
“Well, do you like me?” This time, I can’t tell if he is joking when I look at him.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“To me, it does.”
Adjusting to sit on top of him, I start to feel him get hard again. Grinding just a little bit to warrant a hiss, I lean forward and kiss his neck. Sliding my hand down between us, I grab onto his boner, stroking it until it’s positioned between my lips.
“Stop trying to distract me,” he says while pushing up, trying to cause more friction.
“I just think there are better things we can do than talk.” I reach for the pile of condoms next to us. Before I can grab one, he flips us, pinning me under him. Lifting enough that our parts are no longer touching, he uses his hand to force my chin to keep me looking at him.
“Do you like me, Monty?”
There is a rigidness to his jaw that sinks into his shoulders, causing them to tense as well.
“I mean it. It doesn’t matter.”
“Why not?”
I push back a little, and he instantly lets go, helping me up. Searching for my clothes, I settle for stealing his shirt. For the first time ever, a guy’s shirt is loose on me, making me feel dainty.
“Monty?”
“I can’t date you, Callahan.”
“Because of Rowan?”
Finding my underwear, I slide into them while promptly grabbing my tights too.
“No, not because of Rowan.”
“Then why?”
“It’s too much to explain.” It feels rude to put on my jacket mid-conversation, but I don’t know how to have this talk without hurting his feelings.
“We have time,” he says, grabbing my hand and leading me towards his couch.
My legs shake when I go to sit down, and I don’t know if that is from the sex we just had or my unwillingness to stay.
“Honestly, I don’t owe you all my reasons.”
“You’re right, but I hope part of you wants to tell me anyway.”
I think back to all the times Farrah told me I’m too closed off and wonder if this is the same thing. I have known him for three days, and it’s not like I didn’t make my intentions clear. But he also made his clear.
“I don’t know how you are going to take this.” I turn to face him on the couch. He grabs my legs and drags them onto his lap. His fingers grasping my ankle lets me know that he wants me to stay.
“All I can do is listen.”
“Okay, well, for reasons I’m not really willing to discuss or share, I don’t date white men. Honestly, I only date Black men. So as much as I may like you, I really can’t go further than this.”
“Oh.”
