“There’s a big difference between a finger and a dick.”
“It was two, not one, but anyway...”
I laugh while sticking my finger in my mouth and sucking the icing off it. “If you think two fingers is equivalent to my dick, then I’m disappointed in you.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and shrinks into herself.
Her expression reminds me of how I got sucked into her in the first place—mahogany skin that I wanted to taste, childish shit like thinking sex is a simple task she can mark off her “things to do” list, and round lips that call meAsonnow.
“You being too grown today.” I sigh, poking my finger back in the chocolate. “Did I give you too much freedom?”
She squirms around on the barstool, rolling her eyes, and it makes my dick even harder. “I ain’t one of those girls that thinks my virginity is some important thing to hold on to until my perfect Prince Charming comes to stick his perfect dick inside me.”
“See...you being too grown.”
She smacks her lips. “No, I’m not.”
“It’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. It’s precious.”
“Damn, you sound like Chelsea’s granny, Mother Lenola.”
“Mother Lenola is a smart lady. Keep playing with me and I’ll have your ass at that next holy convention with Chelsea. You’ll be a virgin until you’re married.”
“Ason!”
“Baby!” I mimic her whine with a deep laugh. “Okay... okay, let me hear the rationale behind this one and I’ll think about it.”
“The only rationale that you need to know is that virginity is a social construct I don’t agree with. I’m fine with my flawed, fucked up dick that’s attached to a dude that’ll never be Prince Charming because he’s too busy being a legend.” She pushes away from the island after reminding me she’smylittle lady, no matter what happens. “We both know how short life is. I ain’t waiting around until you think you’re worthy enough to fuck me.”
Damn, Mom was right. Little ladies are little ladies until they just aren’t anymore and it’s nothing I can do to change that.
She glides around my kitchen, digging through cabinets until she finds the cling wrap she’s looking for. My dick is at full attention now. There’s no more room for it to grow.
She lays the cling wrap over Mom’s name and presses the sides of the cake like she’s taking care of something delicate. “Mama never let us cut the name off. We’ll freeze it.”
I push my tongue against the roof of my mouth and swallow the rest of her and the chocolate.
“Okay,” I croak out.
“I’ll get the cake next time,” she replies, shuffling to the freezer with Mom in her hands. “They forgot to put how old she was turning.”
Thatright there is the reason I can’t stop myself from taking more of her when I shouldn’t. Shit like that makes me want to call up Blake and tell him, “fuck it, let the world know” but I know better.
“Hurry up before Marcus start blowing me up.” She frowns, power-walking to my bedroom.
There’s another wet spot in the back of her leggings but this time there aren’t any flowery pink panties for me to tease her about and I think I know what that two-hundred dollar charge from Victoria’s Secret was on our credit card statement.
I curl my fingers around the bottom of my shirt and yank it over my head because one thing Blake didn’t realize in his whole analyzation of my fucked up brain was how pervasive my cravings for Phat were. They supersede any Dum-Dum and Chick-O-Stick cravings because she tastes better than Don Julio, Clase Azul, and Patrón.
“Ason!” she yells, making my ass slide off the barstool.
I grab the remote to the sound system and walk toward the room behind her. As soon as I pass through the doorway and see her sitting in the middle of my unmade bed, I grab the remote from my dresser and turn Janet off.
“You cutting off the music?” she whispers, pulling her legs underneath her.
“Yeah, I wanna hear you when we make love, not Janet.”
She laughs while plucking at a loose thread poking from my comforter, and her eyes dart away from mine. “Ma—make love?”
