Chapter 18 #2
I was willing to agree to anything at the moment, and I know that’s what he was banking on.
Things had picked up between us, and I was opening up more, but meeting his family so soon seemed like a big step.
Under normal circumstances, and without his dick in the equation, I probably would’ve wanted time to think about it.
Since he was teasing me with that monster between his legs, though, I was already considering dress colors.
“Fuuuck, Perfect. This pussy fit me so good.” He groaned, filling me up.
My head was already spinning, so I was completely caught off guard when he did some wrestler shit that had me on top of him as he sat up.
The change in position had him even deeper, damn near feeling him in my stomach. “Bounce them titties in my face, baby.”
Gripping his neck, I shifted so my feet were planted on the mattress and rolled my hips. I alternated between bouncing and grinding, easily losing my rhythm every time he thumbed my clit. “Oooh, Gawwwwwd!”
“Just like that, Perfect. Make a nigga nut!” he murmured, looking me in the eyes as he held my breasts with both hands and flicked his tongue over my nipples. I could already feel my knees beginning to shake from the multiple sensations as I slammed my pussy down on him repeatedly.
“Baaby!” Tossing my head back, I held on tightly to his neck, squeezing my walls as I squirted all over his stomach. “Sssssantana!”
“I’m bouta nut, baby, fuuuck!” He groaned, and I could already feel him pulsing inside me.
Sucking my nipple hard, he tried to muffle the loud ass moan he let out as he came hard with his face buried in my chest. We held each other tightly, panting as we both came down from the high, and I slowly rested my knees on his plush mattress.
Santana fell back with me landing next to him and gave me a wet kiss before climbing from the bed while I tried to get a grip on life.
He returned a few minutes later with a warm towel while I was still stuck in the same position. “Saaaaantaaana,” I whined, causing him to look up at me with a wicked grin. His freaky ass was paying special attention to my already sensitive clit, and I caught his hand between my thighs.
“I’m just cleaning you up. It ain’t my fault your pussy being greedy.
” He joked, and I narrowed my eyes, making him laugh.
“Ayite, man, let me finish so we can get in the tub.” Cautiously, I allowed my legs to fall open, and this time, he finished without playing.
A second later, he was helping me to my feet, so we could take a bath like he said, and I followed him on baby deer legs.
He had the water just like I liked it, and after helping me into the tub, he climbed in behind me, letting me rest my back against him.
A quiet settled over us, and suddenly, Jordan’s words replayed in my head. I still hadn’t figured out what he meant, and it was starting to bother the fuck out of me, even though I shouldn’t have been letting shit he said affect me.
Truthfully, he was the type of vindictive nigga that would say anything to ruin something good that I had going on.
Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Santana was too perfect.
Could he have been hiding something that I was refusing to see because I was blinded by sweet nothings and good dick?
I wasn’t na?ve enough to think he wasn’t involved in the streets somehow, especially with his cousin being a whole gunshot victim, but in Chicago, that wasn’t an odd occurrence.
I’d hate to think that anything he had going on could negatively impact me.
My doubts had me tensing, and, of course, Santana noticed that shit instantly.
“You good?” he asked, shifting so he could see my face, and I shrugged.
“Yeah, I’m just thinking about earlier. Jordan came up to my job and―”
“What? Tonight?” The way he leaned forward with his face balled up had my words dying in my throat.
“Yeah, when I was getting off but―”
“Why the fuck you ain’t say shit? I don’t like that nigga being around you! Did he touch you?” he wanted to know, jaw clenched tightly.
I shook my head emphatically. “No, no. He just tried to talk shit, but he left when I pulled my mace out,” I admitted quietly, bracing myself.
“He did say I should watch out for you in so many words, though. Why do you think he’d say that?
” An expression I couldn’t describe covered his face, but he shook it off and relaxed against the back of the tub, pulling me with him.
“’Cause he a bitch! He’d say whatever to get you back. Don’t worry about it, though. I’ma see him.”
The finality in his tone stopped me from asking him to elaborate.
Maybe I shouldn’t have let his words bother me.
So far, Santana hadn’t done anything to make me question him, and considering Jordan’s track record, he was the last person I should take dating advice from.
I decided to let that shit go for now, but I’d still keep my eyes open while dealing with Santana.