SEVEN | BLAINE #2
“Where you plan on watching movies at cause you ain’t said shit to me about it.” I tilted my head as I looked at Kyrie.
He laughed before pushing his body off the counter and going over to the cabinet Fallen closed a few seconds before.
“Can you pop us some popcorn?” He pulled down a box of microwave popcorn and shook it a little as he waited for me to respond.
I rolled my eyes and jumped down from the counter before I attempted to snatch the box out of his hand. He lifted the box higher out of my grasp, and I propped a hand on my hip.
“Are you going to give me it to me or what?”
“I got you.” He smirked, patted my hip and walked his sexy ass out the kitchen.
“Hm, do I need to excuse myself to Starbucks or something?” Fallen grinned as I opened the box of popcorn.
“Stop it.” I laughed as I moved around the kitchen.
“Seriously, protect yourself, Blaine. I don’t have anything against Kyrie, he seems like an okay guy, but?—”
“No need for the pep talk sis, I know how to use condoms.” I cut her off.
“I was talking about protecting your heart.” She rubbed my shoulders lightly before she walked out the kitchen.
“Here your majesty.” I passed Kyrie the bowl of popcorn as I sat on the bed.
“Your majesty?” he smirked. “You funny, but that’s what I like about you.” He tossed back a handful of popcorn spilling a few on his shirt.
“What is it that you like about me?” “You difficult, but I love that shit.”
“You don’t know me.” I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t know everything, but I know a lot.” He offered me a weird look. “What?”
“That doesn’t bother you? I mean until you read the messages I gave you; it didn’t bother you that I knew all this information about you? If it wasn’t you I was talking to then who was it?” he frowned.
I frowned, but didn’t open my mouth to speak at first, “I guess I never thought about it.”
“You sure?”
I squirmed under his glare and picked at the stray pieces of popcorn on the bed instead of answering him.
I promised KoKo, I wouldn’t spill her fucked up ass secret and now I felt obligated to keep my word to her.
The last time we spoke, I told her to leave me alone and she did.
Her keeping her distance hurt my feelings though, I expected her to be distant for a few days maybe, but I missed my friend.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to answer because his phone rang giving me a few minutes to think of a way to avoid answering his question.
“What up?” he answered still eyeing me. His eyes moved to the floor as he rose from my bed. “Give me an hour.” He replied and hung up the phone.
“Leaving so soon?” I licked my lips as my eyes drank in his tall frame.
The Nike tracksuit that clung to his body made it impossible to ignore his growing manhood.
I licked my lips anticipating Kyrie’s touch as he approached me and without my consent my legs widened to accept him.
I swallowed hard and licked my lips as he planted his hands on the outside of my thighs before he placed his juicy lips on mine.
Unable to speak with his tongue down my throat I allowed him to lean me back on the bed until he was laying on top of me.
I spread my legs wide until I could wrap my legs around his waist. My hands went to the thick bushel of hair on top of his head as his hands pulled at my yoga shorts.
“Lift up.” He broke our kiss and assisted me with taking my shorts off.
Kyrie’s lips and tongue found my nipples putting an arch in my back and a heartbeat in my pussy.
I did what I was told and assisted him in taking my bottoms off.
Before I realized it Kyrie had skillfully taken my tank top off and spread my legs wide.
I watched as he moved off the bed, took his shirt off and went down to his knees before gripping my thighs and pulling me to the edge of the bed.
“Damn, that motherfucka pretty.” He whispered before his lips latched on to my clit.
I knew the first time I laid eyes on this fine ass nigga that he could eat the hell out of some pussy and I was right. While Kyrie’s lips and tongue took me to another world I gripped the sheets, the comforter and even his hair while I rolled my hips.
“Yo shit addictive.” He mumbled as he slipped two fingers inside me. “Shit.”
I looked between my legs staring directly at Kyrie as he stared back at me.
His fingers stroked me slowly as his tongue swirled around my clit in an agonizing rhythm.
My fingers traveled over the goosebumps on my skin as I squeezed my breasts and lost control of the orgasm I was desperately trying to hold on to.
The pleasure Kyrie offered hurt so good, I wanted it to last forever.
“That’s right, gimmie that shit, Blaine.” He talked shit.
My body thrashed against the bed as ecstasy ripped through me.
“Shit. Fuck. God.” I grunted locking his head between my legs as I rode his face.
Kyrie’s hands held my ass keeping my body pressed against his mouth as he sucked my pussy like a vacuum until my eyes were rolling in the back of my head and my legs were shaking.
“Shit, girl.” He kissed the inside of my thighs as he looked up at me. “You good?” his lips, chin and beard glistened from my juices as he spoke.
“I’m good, now.” I assured him as he rose from his knees.
As good as his head was, my freaky ass wanted his big dick sloshing inside me. “Where you going?” I frowned lifting my head from the bed.
“I gotta go handle some shit. I need to wash my face first though, throw something on and show me where the bathroom is.”
He might as well had snapped his fingers cause just like that my body was up and moving around my room.
After slipping on a long t-shirt and grabbing my towel, I led him to the bathroom and handed him a washcloth.
I ignored the small ache that started in the bottom of my stomach as he moved around the bathroom.
“What you up to tomorrow?” his eyes finally met mine once he was finished washing all traces of me off his face.
“Work, just the store though. I get off at four-thirty.”
“Cool, you should come fuck with me.” He grinned.
“Maybe I will.” I matched the silly grin on his face.
“Don’t make me hunt you down, pretty girl.” He smacked my bare ass playfully. “Come lock the door behind me.”
I dragged my feet behind him, battling with the idea of asking him to come back later tonight instead of tomorrow. Waking up with Kyrie in my bed would probably have me telling Fallen, I wasn’t coming in.
“Blaine, you sure you good?” he pulled the front of my shirt towards him as he stared down into my face.
“Nigga, I’m fine.” I laughed.
“Aight, call me when you get off.” He kissed my lips softly and walked out the door leaving me in my feelings.