Chapter 8
T h e f i r s t t h i n g I realized when I woke up was that I was still in Taelyn’s bed. I was naked in a stranger’s bed with a limp dick and no regrets.
I blinked my eyes, adjusting to the sunlight as I laid on my back with one arm stretched across her waist, and the sheets twisted around my leg.
My body felt heavy, but I wasn’t mad at it.
Last night was fun as fuck. I had never done no shit like that before, but it is what it is. You only live once.
I turned my head to see Taelyn still asleep, faced away from me. One leg cocked out, one arm under her pillow, her ass sticking out just enough to make me rethink my whole morning. The sheets was halfway over her body, twisted up. She looked pretty as fuck even with her hair all wild and shit.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand and saw all the missed calls from my ex headache and QuickieDrop notifications.
I stared at it, then put my phone back on the nightstand. “Man… fuck them deliveries right now.”
I could be out there hauling snacks and condoms for people too lazy to drive, or I could stay here and eat the pussy that made me forget to pull out last night. Easy choice.
I sat up and rubbed my face. My mouth tasted like tequila and sins, so I got up, stretched, and walked to the bathroom.
Taelyn’s apartment still smelled good, and I really noticed how clean and organized the shit was.
She wasn’t just a freak in the bedroom. Her ass was a neat freak, too. I loved that shit.
After I pissed and washed my hands, I grabbed the mouthwash sitting on her sink, swished hard, and spat. Then I rinsed with water, looked at myself in the mirror, and smirked. I cut the light off and walked back to the bedroom, watching her body before I even made it to the bed.
She moved a little, on her back now with one leg bent, pussy was on display.
I knelt on the bed slowly. I leaned in close and kissed her inner thigh, softly.
Again. A little higher. Then, finally, let my tongue slide between her folds, long and slow, just to wake her up with pressure. She twitched but didn’t move.
I licked again. Still slow. Still teasing.
I blew cool air on her pussy, then ran my tongue up and over her clit and let it sit there, with gentle pressure.
She stirred. A soft, sleepy moan slipped out of her.
The kind that came from somewhere deep. Her hips lifted slightly, and I took that as permission.
I opened her wider with both hands, leaned in deeper, and sucked her clit like I missed it. She moaned louder this time, still half asleep. “Ahmad…”
I didn’t answer. I just kept eating, my beard already soaked. I flattened my tongue and moved it in slow circles, then switched to tight, focused flicks.
She squirmed. “Damn… fuck,” she groaned, gripping the sheets.
I pulled back slightly, tongue still working her clit, and said against her, “Wake up, mamas. I need you to cum all over my beard real quick.”
Her hand reached back, fingers cupping the back of my head. “You nasty as hell…”
I smiled. “You like it.”
I slid two fingers in, curling them immediately, hitting that spot like I had GPS. She gasped. Her body lifted off the bed like she couldn’t decide whether to run or collapse.
“Ahmad, shit, wait… fuuuckkk…”
“Uh uh,” I said, fingers stroking slow and deep, tongue flicking faster. “You not goin’ nowhere. Give me that shit.”
She was shaking now and moaning loud as fuck with her breath all ragged. I stayed locked in. Suction tight. Fingers curling. “Fuuuck… I’m gonna cum again…”
“Do it,” I growled. “Give me all that shit.”
Her whole body jerked. She came with a cry that turned into a damn whimper. Legs shaking. Back arched. That pussy pulsing around my fingers while I licked every last twitch out of her. I kissed her pussy one last time, then licked my lips as I laid back down beside her.
She turned her head and looked at me with that half-pissed, half-ruined expression. “Ahmad…”
“Hmm?”
“You’re dangerous.”
I smiled. “You sayin’ that like you don’t want round three.”
She laid there for a second, leg draped over me, her pussy still twitching against my thigh. Sweat glistened on her back and shoulders. I just watched her breathe all slow and heavy, lips parted, edges all fuzzy.
“Ten minutes and a banana,” she mumbled again, voice muffled against my chest. “Maybe some water too. You’re tryna kill me.”
I grinned, rubbing her lower back with one hand. “Nah, just tryna make sure I leave an impression on that pussy.”
She snorted and sat up slowly, cheeks flushed, robe hanging off her again like it was hanging on for dear life. Her ass jiggled as she stood, and I bit my lip as she stretched, yawned, then walked out of the bedroom like she wasn’t still leaking all over the damn place.
I laid back, hands behind my head, still catching my breath.
The whole room smelled like sex. I closed my eyes for a second.
The next thing I heard was knocking on her door, and I sat up instantly, eyebrows raised.
The knocks came again, and I heard her footsteps pause down the hall.
Then I heard a nigga’s voice all muffled but clear enough to make my chest tighten just a little.
“Hey, baby.”
I sat all the way up now. Then I stood up, pulled on my boxer briefs, and rolled my neck once as I looked toward the bedroom door. I wasn’t the jealous type and Taelyn wasn’t my woman. But I wasn’t stupid either. Who the fuck was that calling her baby with her pussy juices still on my lips?