“How’s this, smooch? Your pussy is juicy as hell.”
“Ssh. You’re gonna mess up my nut again.”
“I’m hard again, so I’m gonna stick the tip in and let you get some of this good double penetration.”
“Ssh.”
I roll out of bed with an extra pep in my step as a portion of a conversation from the night before pops into my mind, and I laugh hysterically as I exit my room. Deshona had the nerve to walk her fine, raggedy tail out of this apartment like she didn’t snatch my ability to think, only to return with another nigga like my presence in this apartment or my feelings didn’t matter. Anger crawled from my toes to my thighs when moans and heavy kisses snapped me out of my near-coma-like state. But within minutes, the events unfolded, and I had to swallowthe laughter that replaced my urge to set the door to Deshona’s room on fire.
Thanks to Deshona’s minimal clothing choice, I had taken three showers, which encompassed two cold ones and a hot one, to clean myself up after I had to beat my dick repeatedly to release the hardness her appearance caused. The plus side of that is that I’m more interested in getting back than I am in being civil. Therefore, I’m about to brush my teeth, wash my face, and get to work without a shirt and in my sleep pants, rather than the clothes I would have put on before last night happened. The petty within me must be on a hundred because I smile like a Cheshire cat when I walk into the kitchen and see Deshona sitting at the island.
“The twenty-third of loneliness, and we don’t talk like we used to do,” I sing in a horrible rendition of the three-member female group who originally sang the song.
Deshona looks up from her computer as her eyes slowly rake over my bare chest before they fill with a mixture of intrigue, curiosity, and irritation. My petty knows no boundaries, so I continue my little rendition of this particular ballad.
“So, I creep, yeah. Should have kept it on the down low, but instead needed a battery-operated rescue,” I sing while I adlib the lyrics to fit the situation.
Deshona’s eyes stretch wide as saucers, and her mouth hangs, and a thunderous laugh escapes my mouth.
“Y-y-you h-h-heard th-that?” Deshona stutters after a few seconds pass and I’m able to compose my humor.
“One might believe that when you pay close to two thousand dollars a month, some things should be a guarantee. I’m here to tell you that’s a lie . . . these walls are paper-thin.” I smirk.
“Jesus,” she mutters lowly before she disconnects our gaze as her face tinges with a red hue.
Satisfied with the kink in Deshona’s morning armor, I walk to my laptop and power it on so I can start my workday. I feel a slight bit of vindication for her hobo comment and my inability to fuck the common sense into her that she didn’t have when she put on that outfit. Today is pretty uneventful, so it takes me no time to get my programs up and running as I jump into my first task. A loud scrape on the floor has me looking up to see Deshona fleeing the room with her laptop. Less than ten minutes later, the front door slams shut, and I laugh.
“I hope she doesn’t bring her ass back here with a rebound for last night.”
The heaviness of my workload makes me lose track of what I’m doing, and I forget all about my roommate. Morning slides into the afternoon, and my stomach growls in protest at not having anything to nourish it, forcing me to stop for lunch. I lock my laptop and walk to the fridge to see what’s available. Eggs, butter, milk, and a couple of protein shakes stare back at me, letting me know I need to either make a store run or find some food nearby. I quickly go to my room to put on some clothes and then head out. Today is why I’m happy that my lunch is anywhere from forty minutes to an hour, depending on my work and meeting schedule.
“Shit!” Deshona jumps back when I pull the front door open, and it seems she was about to enter at the same time.
“My bad.”
“It’s—uh, I brought you lunch.” Deshona has a sheepish expression on her face as she holds up a bag from Chuck and Tracy’s Tavern.
A low chuckle escapes my mouth at the unexpected gesture, which has kind of caught me off guard. I had also forgotten about Deshona and the awkward yet cringey encounter she had with ole boy until now.
“If you don’t want it . . .”
“Thank you,” I say to cut off whatever Deshona is about to say, because although it’s rude to interrupt people while they’re talking, I don’t want her to feel like I’m ungrateful.
“You’re . . . welcome.”
I hold the door open to allow Deshona to fully enter the apartment, as I follow behind her with my eyes glued to the sway of her ass. Sadly, she felt like she had to go outside to get her rocks off because I would love nothing more than to get a chance to slide between her thighs. The heavy aroma from the bag reminds my stomach of its need for nourishment, which shifts my focus from what clearly isn’t gonna happen between Deshona and me.
But damn if I wouldn’t be open to it. Clearly, she needs a man who can handle her correctly.
“You know, if you get the urge to go out again, try keeping things in-house. You might find yourself experiencing more pleasure that way.” My eyes peer intently into Deshona who seems to lose her ability to blink or breathe.
Yeah, that creep ain’t do nothing but cause you to have regrets and burns from the quick movements of that little vibrator that nigga used.Of all the things I’ve done in my lifetime, fucking a woman with one of her toys has never and will never be included.
After a long dayand several slices of pizza from one of the restaurants that offered reasonable selections, I’m lying on the couch as my hand runs up and down my stomach. I have earbuds in my ears as music blasts, which helps me unwind from the day. Now that my mind has settled from the day, my thoughts have returned to the botched sex from last night.Deshona must be embarrassed because I haven’t seen her since she loaded a plate of pizza and damn near ran to her room. I don’t know why my mind won’t release me from that tragedy.
“Mm. Ooh. Ri—ooh—right there.”
My conscience clearly has it out for me when Deshona’s moans echo in my mind and instantly cause my dick to twitch. Unlike Deshona, I’m not in the mood to go out and find some random woman to sleep with. I know that, unlike the man she chose, the woman I picked would have Deshona reenact Tyrese's scene inBaby Boywhen his mom was getting her back blown out. Nevertheless, after the bullshit with Monika, I just don’t feel like being bothered like that. Despite beating my dick due to Deshona’s hot ass, I’m cool with the opposite sex for a second. That thought makes me get up so I can take a shower and get ready for bed.
