Her words are desperate. I can hear how long she’s been wanting this and wanting me, but there’s something else I need to teach her about life with me on this planet she created.
I yank my lips away with a smack. “Why should I do that?”
She rakes her nails across the side of my face, whimpering out a pathetic groan while my skin burns. “Because I’m not careful of wh—what I do for you when you just ask. Because our good is whatever we choose. Because I know it’s going to hurt like a bitch, but I’ll take anything you give me because I hate and like you so fucking much. Because even at the end of all this, when you end up in the league where you’re supposed to be, with a girl on your arm that’s nothing like me, I’ll still let you come home whenever you want. I’llalwayslet you come home to me.”
* * *
I always thoughtthe setting sun against the Pacific Ocean while my favorite rapper performed in the background was perfection. I was silly enough to believe climbing over the side of a yacht with a glass in my hand and falling feet first into the ocean on one of the best days of my life washellaperfect, but now I know I was wrong.
“Why is my baby always trying to be grown?” I croak out, twisting Phat’s braids around my hand while she fights to get the condom over my hard dick.
“Shut up,” she rasps. “Iamgrown.”
Her voice is hoarse from screeching out how sure she is that she’s mine and I know what perfection is for real now. It’s being naked on our knees in the center of my bed with a pile of magnums dumped next to us because she’s hardheaded, just like I told God.
“Move. Let me show you.” I knock her hand away and pull the stretched condom off the head of my dick. “First of all, don’t you ever use another man’s condoms. Always have your own.”
She rolls her eyes like we’re bickering about Mom or the other mundane shit she hates.
“Ason...” she groans, leaning back while I catch the foil packet between my teeth and rip it open.
“Don’t ‘Ason’ me,” I mutter, pulling the condom out. “Gimme your hand and don’t use your teeth like I’m doing. Always be careful when you’re opening it.”
She thrusts her hand out. I snatch it, prying her fingers apart and pinching them around the condom’s tip. I push it toward my dick and smile at the way her eyes squint because she’s so serious about this.
“Squeeze the tip,” I mumble, cupping her round chin in my hand and nodding when she does. “That’s for the cum.”
“This is supposed to be sexy. I feel like I’m back in junior high, reading some corny ass article in aCosmomagazine me and Chelsea snuck out of Walmart.”
My stomach cramps as I bellow out a loud laugh and swat her hand away. “Thisissexy. I’m taking care of you and your body like I’m supposed to. Any man that can’t take care of you don’t deserve any pussy. Now lay back before I change my mind.”
When her head hits my pillows and she looks up at me with a wide grin I’m done for. My dick doesn’t care how corny teaching her about her body and condoms is, it won’t let up, and neither will the wetness between her legs.
She’s not hiding behind her hands anymore, lying about the hives I give her, or being ashamed of the strange things I do to her body. Now, it’s like she’s proud of that shit.
She curls her arms around my shoulders, and I lose my breath for a second.
“Put it in and talk to me,” she murmurs, pushing her lips against my ear. “You said we needed to talk. So talk.”
There’s a glint in her eyes and a relaxed smile on her face. I don’t wait for another nudge from her before I nestle my dick at her entrance.
“A—Ason,” she stutters with a choke when I push the head in.
Her eyelids flutter closed, covering that exciting glint, and the first tear escapes.
“See what happens when you don’t listen to me,” I whisper, kissing the tear away and easing another inch of myself inside of her. “Now I gotta be the bad guy. Why I’m always the bad guy?”
“Be—because be—cause,” she gasps, taking another inch. “I can’t ever act right for you.”
“Never.”
“Now talk.”
“Nuh uh. I need to focus on you right now.”
“Stop thinking and talk,” she hisses.
I try to herd my wild thoughts together and line them up so I can make sense of them for her. I want to make sure I don’t say anything that’ll scare her away and ruin this perfect day that will be seared into my memory, but she feels so good that my wild thoughts go scrambling and run right out of my mouth anyway.
