“You want to stay?” I asked him.
“You think you ready, huh?” His voice was hoarse and dripping with passion.
I answered him with a kiss—one so passionate that he had no doubt what I wanted to say to him. I wanted him to have me. All of me. Call me fucking crazy, but I wanted to be his slut like he said. The thought of how dirty we could get excited me. He had me so open and turned on that I was down for just about anything at this point.
“Stop.” He pushed me away, and I stepped back, confused.
“What happened?”
He stepped back from me and rubbed his hand over his face to stall for a moment. “I respect you so fuckin much. You are the standard, and I will never give you less than you deserve. Let me do this right. Your last first time is going to be one you remember. Not something we rushed into because we were caught in a moment.”
Embarrassment flushed my face. I nodded as I turned away.
“Nah, don’t look like that. Come here.” When I didn’t move to his command, he stepped in front of me. He looped his hands around my waist and brought me to him for a kiss, which was even more confusing. My pulse was racing, and I was ready to give whatever he was willing to take. I just wanted to feel something other than this bullshit. He pushed me back abruptly again. This time, his hands stayed connected to my hips.
“It’s taking every bit of restraint I have to do this. But this means something to me.”
“If you aren’t ready. I get it.” I didn’t, and honestly, it pissed me off a little, but I couldn’t force him. He snatched my hand and placed it on his hard dick outside of his pants. Damn, it was so thick, and I could feel the vein through the fabric.
“Don’t ever think I don’t want you. I need this first time to be about us. You deserve that. I don’t want to just fuck you. I want to experience you in a way no other man has, and you to experience me that same way, because for me it ain’t shit else after this. I appreciate you telling me you’re ready. I got it from here.”
I was stunned. What man turns down pussy? I felt like it was a prank, and I was embarrassed to say more.
“Okay, I get it.”
“You don’t, but you will.” He stated firmly.
“Whatever you say. I appreciate you listening to me. Have a good night.” I went to the door and opened it. My initial thought process was right. Maybe this would always be a friendship because any other nigga would have been fucking my pain away before I had a second thought.
“Who said I was going somewhere?”
“Marcos, I have had a long fucking day, and I don’t have time for games.”
“You want to be alone? I would much rather be here for you.”
I pursed my lips together and folded my arms across my chest. He was so damn sexy, and I was horny as fuck. I really wanted to slap the shit out of him, then throw him down and fuck him. Since I knew I couldn’t take his tall ass, I settled for walking away for a while.
“I’m taking a shower. Make yourself comfortable.” I snapped, sounding anything but inviting. I walked out of the living area and turned on the shower. I took a few deep breaths as I washed my body. I recalled what just happened. He issued me a dare and couldn’t follow through. I couldn’t remember a time I was ever turned down.
A smile crept across my lips.My last first time.He thought he was talking his shit. I had to give it to him. It sounded good.
I finished washing and got dressed much more slowly than I needed to. A part of me wanted him to give up and leave, but when I came back out, he had done exactly what I offered.He was comfortable in a pair of sweats and had taken off his t-shirt, getting down to his beater.
“Who is that?” My eyes snapped to the door when I heard a knock, and my heart dropped. It was early, and Jay trying to pop up would only add another element to my night I didn’t need.
“Food. Out of all the shit you told me happened today, you didn’t tell me shit about you eating. You got off at five, and it's 10 now.” He swung open the door after he finished speaking. He fetched a total of 6 full bags.
As he brought them inside, my stomach rumbled, and somehow, I was a little less mad.
“What’s that?” I said, attitude still stated.
“What you think? Now I won’t lie, it’s been a minute, but I remember you used to love these. I’ll catch up to the new shit soon.”
“You got Starlite?” I perked up.
“What it smell like?” He teased, and I snatched the bag. It had been so long since I had an order of chili cheese fries from them. I did my best to maintain a healthy weight. Chili cheese fries didn’t fit into the program. Secondly, nobody thinks about Starlite unless they are drunk off their ass and in need of some grease to absorb the liquor. The first bite touched my soul!
“Damn, take a breath.” Marcos teased.
