Chapter 6
“Now take your ass over here and keep your lips to yourself. You know how hard your dick got the last time you felt her lips. Talking when dealing with heavy attraction will lead to?—”
My phone ringing cuts off my pep talk as I head toward Fayth’s house. Seeing Roman’s name on the screen has me shaking my head from the ill-timed call. Hitting the green phone icon on my dash, I accept the call.
“What’s good?”
“What’s up, bro? I need a favor. My little dip brought a friend, and I’m trying to have a two-party showdown. Why don’t you come over and occupy her girl? She’s a baddie, so it won’t be a waste of time.”
Ordinarily, this type of situation would appeal to me, but my focus is on someone far more special to pass up for a temporary fix.
“I’m actually en route to Nana’s house. She’s feeling some type of way about not having any time with me since I’ve been back.” The lie rolls off my tongue with zero hesitation or thought.
“Man, I know Nana Ruby ain’t sitting up waiting for you at close to midnight. Be for real,” Roman protests.
You’re right, bro, but telling you my actual destination will have your dick becoming softer than Quilted Northern .
“For her grandson, Ruby Gaines will always be willing to skip her usual bedtime. I’m pulling in, though, so I’ll holla at you later.”
“Alright. I guess I’ll have to see if a two-fer is on the menu. Be easy, bro.”
Shaking my head, I pick up my phone and text Fayth, letting her know I’m outside.
Me:
I’m here. Open the garage.
Tingles slide down my back, and perspiration forms in my palms causing me to rub my right then left hand down my joggers.
Disconnecting my gaze from the garage door, I take in the black tee, joggers, socks, and slides I’m wearing.
Light noise coming from the house shifts my attention to the house where the garage door is slowly lifting.
Easing forward, I enter and slide into the empty spot beside Fayth’s small SUV.
When the connecting door to the house opens, and Fayth comes into view, I nearly mistake the gas for the break.
“Got damn.” My dick hardens, and my mouth dries like the Sahara upon seeing Fayth in a purple satin two-piece pajama pant set.
Parking, I sit stock-still while mentally coaching my dick to return to normal so I can get out of the car.
Closing my eyes, I count to thirty, but my attempt goes out the window when I open them and connect to Fayth standing in wait.
Her left hand is resting on her waist, and even the matching color bonnet on her head doesn’t convince my dick to lose its attraction.
My previous mantra becomes null and void instantly.
Expelling the air gathering in my lungs, I exit the vehicle and reach Fayth in under five minutes.
My heart is beating rapidly, and my lust-filled gaze roams Fayth’s body without shame.
“What’s wrong?” Fayth questions with her eyes pinching.
Before either of us can process it, I push her against the wall, mouth on hers like I’m starving.
Moans bounce off the walls, and I’m too lost in the feel of her pillow-soft lips to confirm which of us the sounds are coming from.
Disconnecting our lips, I drop to my knees and pull the silk bottoms and panties down.
The scent of Dove and arousal hits my nose, making me dizzy, yet hunger pushes me forward, causing me to dive right in.
Fayth’s legs shake when I suck on her clit and two fingers slide inside her slow and deep.
“Quin—Shit—Quintyn,” Fayth moans, gripping my shoulders hard enough to leave her fingerprints.
My mouth and fingers work in tandem, and I get lost in the flavor of Fayth’s nectar, forgetting that this isn’t the purpose of my coming here.
“Oh my God!” Fayth screams before a tsunami of juices splashes on my tongue, causing me to drink every drop while trying not to let a dribble get away from me.
“We-we—Oh my God! You ate my pussy, Quintyn.” Fayth has been pacing around her living room since I came up off her sweet ass pussy twenty minutes ago.
I’m struggling between keeping up and the pressure on my dick, making me lose sight of the problem.
I should have left or possibly kept my mouth to myself.
However, I blame the silk pajamas and this woman’s irresistible lure for my inability to control myself.
I probably should have gone home and aborted this mission, but Fayth’s nectar still rests on my lips, beard, and tongue, making my exit impossible.
“Say something. This is?—”
“Don’t you dare. I’d do it again if you stop pacing and get out of your head. What’s the problem, Lay?”
Fayth’s face contorts, and her steps slow to a crawl when her heavy gaze connects with mine.
“The problem? The problem? You just ate my pussy, Quintyn. My brother is gonna kill us if he finds out. Why are you acting so nonchalant about this?”
“Your pussy is still taunting me, Lay. The only thing on my mind is fucking the debate out of you.”
I’m too lost in desire to see a problem with what happened and worrying about Roman is the furthest thing from my mind.
“This was a mistake. I should have stopped you. I . . . Oh my God. Rome is gonna be so mad at me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. What have we done? This is a mistake.”
Something breaks within me instantly, causing my dick to deflate as I stand with my hands resting in front of my middle.
“Is that how you really feel, Lay?” My question’s calm, steady delivery completely contradicts the inferno building within me.
“Yes. Why don’t you get that this is wrong?”
“Clearly, you and I have nothing to discuss, so I’m gonna head out. Be easy, Lay.”
Turning away from Fayth, I head to the garage so I can get my ass out of here before I flip out on this exhausting woman.
While Roman and I are best friends, I’m not scared of his ass, nor am I sorry about eating Fayth’s pussy.
If she wasn’t so damn consumed with her brother’s thoughts, I would do more, but I digress.
I don’t want to leave Fayth, but my drive over here revealed more than my desire to kiss her.
I’m feeling Fayth and earnestly want to be with her.
Yet, I’m not trying to deal with her resistance due to her brother’s feelings. Fuck Roman’s feelings! What about the fact that encountering her these last few times has my heart rhythm out of sync, my pulse racing, and my heart rate increasing at the sight of her?
“Aye, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been MIA for two weeks,” Roman inquires while drinking his beer.
After the encounter with Fayth, I’ve been icing Roman and her wishy-washy ass.
Now that I know what Fayth’s nectar tastes like, I can’t pretend that I don’t want to fuck her into submission.
Avoiding Roman has been a way for me to recenter so I can go back to acting like I’m not feeling his little sister.
I’ve been working and taking my ass home to sulk because Fayth’s panic has been feeling like rejection.
“Oh. I’ve been working. I’m cool though.”
“Hm. Fayth’s ass has been dodging me too, so I was just curious. I thought maybe y’all compared notes on a nigga or some shit.” Roman laughs.
Nah, her scary ass is too worried about the wrong shit.
“Nah. I ain’t talked to Fayth.”
My chest tightens with the statement, causing me to frown from the foreign reaction. What the fuck is wrong with me?