Then his phone started ringin’ on his side of the bed.
I cracked one eye open and smirked.
Kay’Lo ain’t rush to it. He kissed along my neck one more time, then reached for his phone without liftin’ off me.
I shook my head. “So… it’s cool for you to answer your phone while we laid up, but I couldn’t touch mine?”
He smirked, his lips still close to my skin. “Ain’t no phones gettin’ answered while my dick in you.”
I looked at him. “Yo’ dick still in me though.”
He paused, then let out a low sound, bitin’ his bottom lip while his eyes dropped between us.
“Yeah…” he murmured, his voice deeper. “And my shit gettin’ back hard…”
A chill ran down my spine the moment he said it, ’cause I felt it.
“Kay’Lo…” I whispered, my voice breakin’.
He rolled his hips into me slow, his hand slidin’ down my side, keepin’ that same pressure between us.
His phone kept ringin’, so he stopped strokin’.
I smacked my lips and glanced over at it. “Next time my phone ring while we fuckin’, I’m answerin’ that shit. I don’t care what you say.”
He let out a low laugh and kissed me.
“Do that if you want,” he muttered against my lips.
Then he grabbed his phone and answered it without pullin’ out.
I watched his face while he listened. I couldn’t hear nothin’ on the other end, but I saw the change. His jaw tightened, and his eyes went still.
Kay’Lo looked down at me for a second, then spoke low into the phone. “I’mma be out in a minute.”
He hung up and set the phone down, but he ain’t move right away.
I studied his face. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, but it came out dry.
I frowned. “I don’t feel comfortable with that answer.”
He looked at me, then leaned down and kissed me again, slower this time, keepin’ his mouth on mine for a second longer.
Then he pulled out.
I felt it right away. It was that empty space replacin’ the warmth, and I watched him wrap his hand around his dick. He was still semi hard, but it faded while he stood there.
He got out the bed and walked to the closet.
I pushed myself up a lil’, watchin’ him grab a pair of briefs, and black sweatpants and pull them on. He pulled a black shirt over his head, then slid on some socks, movin’ with purpose.
“Where you goin’?” I asked.
He glanced back at me. “I ain’t leavin’. I’m ‘bout to go open the door. Renza and Kelli downstairs.”
My stomach dropped just a lil’.
