“You good? Marcus told me you passed out,” he questioned right as Bats came strutting through the door like he paid rent.
“Who passed out?” Bats frowned, glancing between Naeem and me.
I didn’t answer. Hell, I couldn’t. I was still hunched on the couch, one hand cupping my dick like it might fall off if I let go. Moving wasn’t an option—not with the way every nerve in my groin was still screaming.
Naeem squinted at me, then slowly stepped closer, eyeing the way I was slumped over. “Nigga, say something,” he demanded and I could tell by the way his brows dipped that he was getting worried.
I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth, hating for them to see what had happened to me. I would’ve preferred to take that shit to the grave.
“She bit me.”
“She bit you?” Naeem repeated, drawing his head back with a look of disbelief.
I nodded, jaw clenched as a sharp pain shot down my leg. “Yeah. Felicity. Bit. My. Dick.” I had to pause between each word, the pain making it impossible to speak in complete sentences.
There was a pause. A full, solid two seconds of stunned silence. Then, Bats burst out laughing so hard he nearly dropped to his knees.
“She bityour dick!” His voice cracked on the last word. “Oh hell nah! Say you’re lying, bro. Say you playing.”
“I. wish. I. was,” I muttered, my voice low and ragged.
Naeem’s mouth twitched, clearly trying to stay composed. “Wait… Felicity? She—she really—”
“Yes, Naeem,” I snapped. “Shebit my fucking dick.And it was hard enough to make me black out.”
Bats was wheezing now, pacing the room with tears in his eyes. “Ayo! Ayo, that’s crazy! Man said she bit the damn Bulgari family heirloom!”
I winced and leaned further back against the cushion. “Keep joking. I swear to God, Bats…”
“Oh, nah, you might as well kill me now because I won’t ever let this shit go. This is straight-up legendary,” Bats said between cackles. “Yo, how you even let that happen?”
“Shit was feeling good at first,” I snapped, then paused, pain tightening my chest as the memory of her teeth sinking into my dick burned my pride.
Naeem leaned against the arm of the couch, lips pursed. “So what, she just chomped down mid-stroke?”
“I was face-fucking her,” I said, no emotion in my voice. “She locked on like a Cane Corso mid-fight. I had to damn near choke her unconscious just to get free.”
Bats’ eyes went wide. “Boy was fighting for his life…with his dick out.” He let out a long whistle. “That’s not trauma, bro. That’sgenital warfare.”
“Fuck you! You over there laughing, but I think she drew blood.” I looked down, wanting to see, but I didn’t want to pull my dick out in front of them.
Naeem winced. “Damn. You good now?”
“No. I can’t move.” I gritted my teeth. “Feels like she cracked something.”
Bats started laughing again. “Man, I bet you got dick PTSD. From now on, every time a woman gets down on her knees, you gon’ flinch like you heard a Pitbull growl.”
Naeem grinned. “Fuck that. He’ll probably need a safe wordanda few therapy sessions before another woman puts her mouth on him.”
Bats slapped the back of the couch. “That and a whole bunch of liquor to keep his ass from shaking like a leaf.”
I glared up at him. “Keep talking, and I’m gon’ put a hole right in your head.”
Bats held up his hands, laughing. “Aight, aight. I’m just saying. She got some bite behind that mouth, huh?”
“If I’d left her locked up, I wouldn’t be dealing with this shit,” I muttered. “That bitch belongs in a cage… with a muzzle.”
Upon hearing that, Naeem’s grin faded, and he glanced toward the door, then back at me. “Jokes aside, the wedding still has to happen.”
