Chapter 13
Major and I had taken way too many shots, and I felt it all through my body. It felt like fire rushed through my veins. I was hot and horny, and I couldn’t stop myself from dropping to my knees in front of him.
Major leaned against the couch with his arm over his closed eyes. His pants and drawers were on his ankles since he didn’t take the time to take them off.
“You okay?” I asked with a giggle.
Major cut his eyes at me and frowned. “Hell no. With the way you just sucked my dick, how can I be okay?”
I cracked up at the serious look on his face.
“I’m glad you think shit sweet, but it’s not.”
Major picked me up and carried me over to the fireplace before I could ask him what he meant.
He gently placed my back on the furry rug that was in front of it.
My heart stammered in my chest when he looked at me.
I wanted to kick myself because I had fallen for him.
I got that nervousness in my belly that I didn’t get with Daniel.
Daniel called me and left a nasty message after Major answered his call.
I didn’t want things to end like that, but I was glad he did it instead of me.
“I see you feeling yourself.” Major ran his hand down the side of my body.
“I’m feeling something.” I pushed my hips into him.
He smiled down at me, then kissed me. “I like this side of you.” He kissed my neck as his hand slipped into my shorts.
“You’ve been sitting next to me with no panties on this whole time.
” He tsked. Two digits eased inside of me.
“You’ve been wet this whole time, too?” He hooked a finger inside of me and made the come here motion against my walls. “Answer me, Tumy.”
I nodded my head because a moan was trapped in my throat while Major massaged my clit.
Major kissed me as his fingers continued to bring me to an orgasm. The fire crackled next to me while the music played on the television.
“Major,” I whispered as I ground my hips against his fingers.
“Cum,” he demanded.
My pussy spasmed and squirted on his hand. I rode his fingers until my hips dropped to the floor.
Major pushed my shorts all the way down, then unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on my shirt. He kissed and licked my nipples as he took his bottoms off.
Once we were both naked from the waist down, Major climbed in between my thighs.
He pushed my shirt fully open, then took his shirt off.
With his necklaces rubbing against my chest, he kissed me again.
This time it was slow and sensual. He took his time snaking his tongue around the inside of my mouth.
Our chests touched when I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him closer.
He reached between us and guided his dick inside of me. I gasped at how full I felt.
When he pulled back, he stared into my eyes, and he flashed me a slight smile. He moved his hips to the melody of the music—nice and slow.
Everything about the moment was different from the first time. There were no words exchanged or smacks on the ass. Major’s eyes never left mine as he moved in and out of me.
It felt like something transferred between the two of us, but that couldn’t have been possible.
We were just two people passing the time.
Once the snow cleared, we would go our separate ways.
The thought of it made me feel sick. I had to close my eyes so Major wouldn’t be able to read the way my mood shifted.
“Look at me, Tumy.” Major’s voice was thick with emotion.
I didn’t want to overthink things, but maybe he felt the same thing I felt. Out of all the talking we did, we hadn’t talked about what would happen when we left. I didn’t even know where he lived, and I was too chicken to ask him.
Major reached up and wrapped his hand around the front of my neck. He didn’t move faster, but he went deeper. “Open your fucking eyes.” He squeezed my neck a little tighter, and my pussy gushed.
I opened my eyes when he squeezed my neck again.
“Cute ass.” He kept his hand around my neck while his dick dipped in and out of me.
“Oh my God.” I cried.
Major stayed quiet, but he watched me with low lids while I unraveled underneath him. He bit his bottom lip and continued the same motion. Slow strokes that made my eyes water.
I thought he would have sped up once I came, but he didn’t.
We made love, or at least what felt like it, until I came multiple times, and Major did twice. It surprised me that he was able to get hard right after the first one. He was honest about not being able to that soon after the second one. It was fine with me because I needed a nap.
Major and I fell asleep on the rug in front of the fireplace. Our nap only lasted thirty minutes when Major woke me to go another round.
When we were done, we showered and migrated to the kitchen to make something quick for dinner. After dinner, we went to the living room to play some of the board games.
The music had been changed to a movie. Major and I sat on the floor with Connect Four in front of us.
I changed into another pajama set with thick socks up to my knees.
Major wore sweatpants that hung loose around his waist. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
His two silver necklaces rested on his bare chest. He looked too damn fine.
His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth as he thought about his next move.
“Do you think you’ve matured over the years?”
Major briefly looked at me, then dropped his piece down. I had to look carefully because one false move, and I would lose. We were both one piece away from winning.
“For sure. I’ve changed from high school to now. If I were keeping it real, I changed from who I was a year ago, or even a few months ago,” he stated.
I dropped my piece in and jumped up. “I won!” I pumped my fists in the air.
Major beat me two times, and he had beaten me in Sorry. “How so?” I sat back down and crossed my legs.
Major emptied the board and started a new game.
“Not too long ago, I was just fucking and going on about my business, but lately, my thoughts have been elsewhere.” He looked off to the side, then focused back on me.
“What changed?” My question came out in a whisper.
“I met somebody who has me seeing shit differently.”
Something in the air changed. The atmosphere felt charged and hotter, and not from the fire.
“I can see that. If it’s supposed to work out, it will.”
“I hope so. I also hope she’ll be ready.”
We were quiet for a few minutes. The only sound was the fire and the music. Sparrow had gone off somewhere, and I probably wouldn’t see him until the morning, or whenever I went to bed. Sometimes he liked to cuddle, but he’d been hiding since Major had been around.
“How do you know you are?” I rubbed the back of my neck.
“It’s a feeling. Some shit that you can’t explain. You just know.”
I nodded because I understood what he meant.
“What emotion do you find hard to express?” he asked.
“Frustration or sadness. I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me.
What about you?” I hated expressing certain things around people because I hated the look of pity.
I didn’t want anyone to pity me for any reason.
Not when my parents died, and not when my brother turned his back on me.
I learned to function without them. It was something that had to be done.
“Fear. As a black man in this country, I’m not supposed to be afraid of anything.
Most of the time I’m not, but I do fear some things.
I fear going outside and getting killed just because I’m black.
I’m afraid of a woman lying on me about some shit I didn’t do.
I had that almost happen to me before. I fear that when I become a father, I may not be a good one.
Don’t ask me why, because I have a good example of a father, but still. It’s a lot of shit.”
I processed how vulnerable he’d been with me. This wasn’t the same guy who looked like he wanted to shoot my head off before. He seemed caring and willing to share things about himself that he probably never shared with anyone else. The realization of it being me made my stomach flip.
“Those are valid reasons.” I reached over and rubbed his knee.
We continued playing games and connecting on an even deeper level.
By the end of the night, we ended up in bed with his arms wrapped around me. He kissed the top of my head and whispered, ‘Good night,’ just as I closed my eyes.