“Amir.” He opened his eyes, batting his long lashes as he stared up at me.
“Damn, what’s up?”
“You up?”
“Now I am.” He tried to sit up in his seat, but I touched his shoulder, signaling for him to stay down. I got on the couch on the opposite end of his head and got on my knees, pulling at his waistband.
“Hold on, what you doing, Jas?”
“I’m about to do my thing to show my appreciation. Don’t worry, they won’t be back here for a while. I lifted the bottom of his shirt and licked from his pelvis to his belly button.
Amir’s body tensed up, a slight sigh coming from his lips because I’m sure I had turned him on just that quickly.
Reaching into his boxers, I wrapped my hand around that bat he had between his legs, and just as I was about to pull it out, he grabbed my wrist.
“Yo, chill. You don’t have to do all that.”
“But I want to. Just lie back and relax.”
I tried to continue, but he stopped me again.
“Jasmine, I’m serious, I don’t want or need you to do that right now. Chill out.” The sternness in his voice made me know he was serious.
“Damn, okay.” I got an attitude, removing my hands from his pants. Never in my life have I had a nigga try to stop me from giving them head. If anything, men usually beg me for it, especially once they’ve had it before.
“Sorry, I even tried.” I went back to the other couch, grabbing my shirt from the floor so that I could put it on and go into the spare bedroom.
“Jasmine, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Well, you did, it’s cool though, I get it. I forgot that you have a girl. Ms. Therapist.” I rolled my eyes.
“Me stopping you from doing that has nothing to do with her. I stopped you because you're too pretty to be offering me head and I haven’t even taken you out to eat fuckin lunch yet.”
“Why would I need to eat lunch just to have sex with you? I thought you and I were grown, and I was feeling it, so I made my mood. My bad, though. You on some whole different shit.”
Amir was still lying down, but he sat up more on the pillow behind him.
“Listen, I respect you, and only a thirsty ass nigga would make you lower your self-respect for a quick nut. If anything, you should be focusing on pleasing yourself and not me. I’m sure you could use some pleasure, probably more than myself.”
“You are absolutely right, so I will go in the room and play with my own damn pussy until I fall asleep. Have a great night, Amir.”
Amir shook his head, smiling before he bit his lip.
“Jasmine, you don’t have to go in the room and do that.”
“Look, you can tell me not to touch you, and that’s fine, but you can’t tell me not to touch my damn self. Now, as I said, you have a good rest of your night.” I stood up from the couch to pull up my shorts.
“Aye.”
“What?”
“I didn’t say you shouldn’t do it, I just said don’t go in the room. Stay in here and let me watch you.” My heartbeat picked up instantly.
“Excuse me? You want me to play with my pussy in here?”
“Yep.”
“How is that respecting myself, as you said I should do?”
