by K. C. Mills
“You’re a little rough around the edges but not in a way that would turn a woman off. It’s kinda alluring in a sense. I like it. Definitely a huge contrast from what I’m used to.”
I smirked and then lowered my fork to my plate before twisting at the waist enough to place it on the nightstand.
“You done?” I motioned to her plate, which was mostly empty.
She lifted the tray and extended it to me. After I pushed it next to mine, I stretched out on my back and then lifted her from the bed and placed her on top of me. Peyson pushed her legs from under the thick ass robe that she was wearing and straddled my waist to get comfortable.
“What’s your dude like? I bet he wears suits and shit, has a basic ass cut and says words like absurd and preposterous.” I adjusted my voice to push out my best impression of the geeking ass muthafucker that I imagined him to be.
I must have nailed it because she frowned briefly then laughed, covering her mouth with both hands to hide her smile. That beautiful smile that I was easily growing addicted to.
“He does not sound like that,” she countered. “But he does use both of those words.” Her smile stretched wider. “Often.”
“What’s his name?”
“Linus.”
“Maaaaannnn,” I couldn’t help the laugh that followed. “That nigga’s name is really Linus?”
“Yes. What’s wrong with the name Linus?”
“What isn’t wrong with that shit? It has to fuck up your entire vibe to call his name in the middle of sex. No wonder he can’t make your pretty ass cum like he needs to.”
“It’s not a bad name, and he does just fine.”
“It’s not a good name either, and no the fuck he doesn’t, but if that’s what you need to tell yourself then roll with it. I bet he wears matching embroidered pajama sets and shit all the time, and boxer shorts instead of briefs. I bet his ass even talks with a lisp, doesn’t he?”
“No, he does not. You’re mean.” She pressed her hands into my abs and laughed, obviously not very offended that I had called it perfectly.
“How did you end up with a man like that?” My eyes landed on her hands and watched as they moved across the definition in my abs. The softness of her fingers gliding across my skin caused my muscles to contract and relax as she touched me.
“I don’t know. We just met and clicked.” She shrugged like there was no story there. That was a clear sign that he wasn’t for her. Anyone who meant something to you is connected to a story. “What about your girl? How did you meet?”
“Ex, and at a club.” I smirked and then lifted my hands enough to tug her robe open. “She gave me head in the bathroom. I fucked her in her car and then sent her home.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.”
I could feel Peyson burning a hole in me, but my eyes were trained on her body.
“How long were you together?”
From the tone of her voice, I lifted my gaze to meet hers and smirked at the look she was giving me. It was as if she really didn’t believe me about Sasha.
“A little over a year.”
“Wow.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Say what’s on your mind. Are you pressed about the fact that she gave me head and we had sex the first night I met her or the fact that we were together as long as we were after that?”
“Well, clearly…” She peered at me. “I can’t judge her for either of those things, but I guess I just can’t understand why you were together for so long. I thought the purpose of a one-night stand was to hit it and move on.”
“I don’t do one-night stands. I just fuck women. That sounds like some shit your dude would say.” I chuckled, and Peyson rolled her eyes.
“It’s the same thing, basically.”
“I guess, but she was cool, and shit just worked. She hit me up a few days after the night I met her, and we hung out. I wasn’t really looking for anything serious, and she allowed me to do my thing.”
Peyson briefly pulled her lips between her teeth before our eyes met again.
“Your thing as in spending most of your time in the streets versus spending time with her? And I bet not being faithful either.”
I watched her face transition into a smug grin as her brows hiked a little while she initiated a brief pause before saying... “And she’s here with that guy because you spend too much time in those same streets, right?”
I laughed and nodded before moving my tongue across my teeth.
“I didn’t need to be faithful because we weren’t in that type of space. I gave her what she wanted, and in return, she got what she needed.”
“And what is it that she wanted?’
“Money and good dick.”
Peyson’s face grew tight for a minute. “And what did you get out the deal?”
“You already know the answer to that.”
“What about all the other stuff?”
“Neither of us wanted the other stuff. People serve a purpose based on what you need.”
“I want more than just sex from a man.”
“Is that why you’re with your dude? Because you think he will eventually give you all the other stuff?”
“He will, he’s just—”
“Nah, he won’t. He falls in that category of arrogant ass muthafuckers who he feels like he’s the prize when clearly you are. The worst part is that you were about to make an excuse for his shortcomings instead of admitting that you want or deserve more.”
I extended an arm to lift one of the condoms off the nightstand next to the bed, ripped it open, and then pushed my towel out the way to put it on. She scooted forward just enough to allow me room to make that happen. When I was done, my hands moved to her waist, and I lifted Peyson while she pushed the robe completely out of the way and eased down on me. Her teeth sank into her lip, and she paused when she made it halfway down. At that point, she sucked in a deep breath and then eased the rest of the way until she was as far as she could comfortably go.
“I know what I deserve.”
I pushed the robe off her shoulders so that I had a full visual of her body while her eyes locked with mine.
“Then why you are settling?” I questioned as I pushed upward, watching her face tighten from the feel of me expanding against her tight walls.
For the second time, I tried to figure out how I was going to walk away from this, and her, after tonight.
Peyson.
When Red asked why I was settling, it struck a nerve. It touched a place within me that I had been battling with for a while. Was I settling? I had asked myself that question multiple times over the past few months, but hearing it come from a man like Red really didn’t feel good. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to process the thought because I was sitting on my new favorite thing and needed to focus on the feeling that was brewing in me. My response was short and sweet.
“I’m not settling.”
The muffled laugh that started in his chest and left his lips stirred something in me. When Red’s hands gripped my hips, and his fingers dug into my skin, I no longer cared that he had me second guessing decisions I had made about my life. All I wanted to focus on was this, him, and the way he felt embedded so deep in me that I had to focus on my breathing to ease the pain.
“You know what you’re doing up there, or you need me to help you?” Red’s voice easily snapped me out of my head.
When I looked at him, that handsome face of his had me grinning and shaking my head in defeat. I was competitive. It was one of my flaws and the reason why I was so successful, mildly making that same flaw an asset. It wasn’t like me to admit defeat in any area of my life, but with Red, the idea of him taking me under his wing, protecting and guiding me, had me openly admitting that I needed his help. Needed him.
“Aight, I got you. How does it feel?”
“Good, but like it’s too much. I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be as deep as you are.”
> The corners of his mouth hiked. I had stroked his ego, so he stroked my walls. Lifting me just a little, he guided me up and then back down. The way he eased my body in a careful motion had me feeling every inch of him with every inch that I moved.
“Circle your hips just a little and rock your body into mine when you reach the base.”
“I can’t. It hurts.”
“Peyson, move, baby. I promise it will be worth it.”
His deep chords floated through the room and bounced off my chest while his eyes intently burned through me. I wanted all of him, and I wanted to please him, so I did as he asked. While I moved up top, he moved below me, still maintaining his hold on my waist to have as much control as he could.
It took a minute to find our rhythm, but eventually, we did.
Shit!
Red’s hands shifted to my ass, and his fingers massaged it to the rhythm that he thrust into me. I circled my waist, lifting fast and easing down slow, feeling him so deep that I was positive he was pushing my stomach into my chest. It was such an amazing feeling that I got lost in it. My head dropped back, and my eyes sealed tight.
“Damn, you’re so fucking sexy. How the hell did you let him get away with not giving you what you need?”
Because I didn’t know what I needed before this.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Huh?” My chin dropped so I could see him again.
Red’s face was relaxed, and there was something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite make out. He was offering more, and I was going to accept it regardless, so I simply nodded slowly, and Red blessed me with that smile.
Seconds later, his hand was between my legs with his fingers gliding across my skin before they began to tease my clit. At the same time, he thrust upward while holding me down with his other hand. The stroke was deadly but sent a wave of pleasure through me. When the next one hit, my head was back again, and my mouth fell open. They kept coming back to back while he pinched and pressed against my clit. He was fucking me when I should have been riding him.
“Breathe, Peyson. I don’t want you to pass out on me. Not until I make you cum up there.”
He must have really been studying me because he was right, I wasn’t breathing. I was holding onto the air in my lungs for dear life to help me control the feel of him pushing into me so deeply. The minute he called me on it, I let it go, and I felt him delve even deeper.
Not to be outdone, I did my best to work from up top while he took over from underneath me. I rocked against his body, creating friction on the outside that Red matched on the inside.
“Oh, my gaawwd, I feel it. I feel you.” I hummed as my body began to quake and tremble.
“Good, that’s what I want.”
“Oh… oh… oh… fuck,” I sang it as if it were a song committed to memory.
As I came hard, bucking against him, my thighs gave out on me, and I almost slipped from his waist.
Red’s hands steadied me as he multitasked by keeping me in place then thrusting into me several more times until he released an orgasm of his own. It was… perfect.
I stilled, panting and breathing hard until his hands pressed gently into my back, bringing me toward him. Red’s lips met my left nipple first, and my stomach tightened as he flicked his tongue across it and then sucked gently before moving on to the right. After a little more attention to both, I felt his hand grip the back of my neck, and his head lifted to meet mine.
Our lips barely touched at first, but the jolt of electricity that shot through me was intense. However, nothing compared to the pillow soft feel of him actually kissing me. When his tongue slipped between my lips and danced with mine, I moaned into his mouth, and my body trembled again. I was cumming from the feel of his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth.
How the hell is that even possible?
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Wrong with me?”
Red opened his eyes and tucked his chin slightly to fully see me. His lips remained in a straight line while he waited for me to explain.
Exhaling a short sigh, I continued moving my fingers through his hair. I was draped in a robe once again while Red was only in his boxers. I was tucked into the corner of the sofa while he was stretched across it with his head resting in my lap. Just the proximity of his head, or rather his mouth, near my sweet spot had her begging for his attention. Attention that I needed to steer clear of because I was already beyond sore and needed to avoid him at all cost.
“Yes, wrong with you. Like your flaws. They’re not visible. At least not at first glance, but there has to be something wrong with you. Right now, you’re a unicorn, and unicorns don’t exist in my world.”
His brow dipped as his stare hardened just a little. “How the fuck am I a unicorn? That shit doesn’t sound right.”
I grinned and rolled my eyes. “I just mean that you’re rare. For now, it seems like you’re too good to be true. I just need to know what your flaws are so you seem more real.”
A slow smile inched across his face, and he issued a muffled laugh. “I’m real. I’m sure you know that if only by the fact that you can still physically feel me.”
I pushed my palm into the side of his head as a smile creased my lips. “Not like that. Yes, you’re very real when it comes to the physical aspects, but everything else doesn’t feel real.”
“I have flaws, Peyson. Plenty of them, I’m sure. If you want a woman’s perspective, I can call Sasha and ask her to join us. I’m sure she can hand over a list of shit that I don’t do right in her opinion.”
This time when my eyes rolled, he chuckled. “No, thank you. I would prefer you to tell me, and I’m sure she wouldn’t want to know how you are currently spending your time.”
“I don’t really give a fuck what she prefers right now.” He delivered it with such confidence that I felt bad for her, well sort of. “But, I am curious about why you care. You don’t plan to see me again after tonight, so my flaws shouldn’t matter to you.”
When his eyes met mine, I frowned a little, and my tone was edgy. “You’re right.”
“What’s all that?”
“What?”
“You’re acting like that annoyed you. You’re not getting attached, are you?” His eyes smiled before it reached his lips.
“No, absolutely not. We had a deal. One night.”
“Deals change, Peyson. If that’s the case, let’s talk about it.”
Red lifted his head and sat up. He moved to the edge of the sofa before he reached for me. Once I was straddling his waist, his hands slipped inside my robe, and I inched closer as he moved them across my ass and then up my back. I could feel him growing beneath me, but I focused on his face instead of what was hardening against me in the perfect spot.
“No, it’s fine. Tonight is what we agreed on, so I will stick to that.”
Red’s eyes stayed on me for a moment longer before he leaned in and kissed my neck. I allowed my head to angle to the side, giving him more access. While he continued a trail with his soft lips, his hands caressed my back, moving up and down it with just the right amount of pressure.
“Are you saying no because you’re not interested or because you’re assuming that I’m not.”
“What? No, neither. We just agreed—”
“Aight, I get that, but what if we hadn’t? Or what if I say that there could be more? Would you want that?”
“Yes.” I didn’t have to think about it. My mind was made up the first time he kissed me, but… “There can’t be more. I’m with someone…”
He stopped cold and looked at me in a way that had me feeling tense. Nervous in a sense, but I continued with my thought. “Even if what I have is not perfect, I have to figure out if it’s worth me trying to fix.”
“Fix? You really want to fix shit with a nigga who doesn’t value you?”
“He does…”
Red chuckled, cutting off my sentence before delivering one of his own. “Don’t lie to yo
urself or me. That nigga doesn’t give a fuck about you.”
I wanted to debate him, but a part of me believed what he said was true.
“I’m not perfect either. I’m here with you. I allowed you to have me and do things to me that damn sure don’t value what I have with him.”
Red smiled, and I was relieved. The conversation was getting intense, and he seemed upset. “Are you trying to convince me that you should stay with him? If so, you’re only proving my point. Had he been on his shit, you wouldn’t be here with me. I wouldn’t be able to do this to you.”
His lips met mine while I felt his hand ease between my legs. Without warning, his fingers entered me again. I flinched, but the soreness eased up when he began to work up a nice, slow pace.
“I can only make you feel the way you feel because he’s not relevant to you anymore. He hasn’t been in a long time.” Red spoke against my lips while I moaned against his.
When he backed away and pushed my robe open with his free hand, my body chilled because the room was so cold but then warmed when his lips circled my right nipple. His tongue followed and then alternated in a way that had me rocking slowly against the hand that was between my legs.
“You like what I do to you and the way that I make you feel, but I get it. A nigga like me is not who you want in your life. I won’t force the issue.”
He gently bit my nipple, and that trigged a reaction that had me cumming… again. How??
Red.
Peyson and I moved around the bathroom at the same time without saying anything to each other. She used a warm cloth to clean up the mess that I had just created while I washed my hands. She watched me through the mirror, and I did the same. It was tense, but I wasn’t sure why.
Part of it was that I was bothered by her shutting down the idea of this being more than just one night. I didn’t fuck with women like Peyson. She had expectations and would want more from me than I would be willing to give at this stage in my life. I understood that, but the idea of Peyson not considering anything past tonight somehow struck a nerve with me. I couldn’t say for sure that I even wanted that, but it pissed me off. So much so that I was irritated to the point of annoyance.