16. Pretty
FIVE DAYS LATER
“Hey, your brother left yet? How did house hunting go?”
“It was okay,” I replied with my arms crossed over my chest. I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard the doorbell ring.
“I haven’t heard from you since he’s been here. I’ve been texting and calling.”
“I know. I told you that I’d be MIA.”
“My bad. You did. I just thought you would reply or something. The last time that I saw you was the day that he arrived just before I left town for the game.”
“I’m sorry. I was busy.”
“What’s going on, Pretty? I feel like you’re giving me the cold shoulder.”
“What are we doing, Drew?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean are we just casual fuck buddies, neighbors, or what?”
“I told you that I wanted to build something more meaningful with you, and I thought we were. As far as labels, I’ll let you identify what you think that should be. I just want you—all of you: the good, the bad, the ugly, and everything in between, future wifey,” he teased, laughing.
“Are you sure? Because it doesn’t seem like you’re interested in anything more than a good time.”
“What are you talking about?”
I pulled my phone out of my bathrobe, pulled up my Sociogram account, and went to the pictures that caused me to question our status. My brother had asked what Drew was doing here when he arrived. When I said that we were good friends, he immediately warned me against getting involved with him.
“Mael couldn’t wait to tell me about your bad reputation in the league, about Kendra, and all the other stuff about the wild parties and various women in and out of your life.
That didn’t bother me, because you had already told me about your wild lifestyle, and I had met Kendra.
I didn’t judge you, because everyone has a past, and you weren’t married.
I was quick to let him know that you’re a very different man, and you’ve matured a lot; but can you explain these pictures? ”
He looked at the pictures that I showed him, and for some odd reason, a smirk lit up his facial features as he stared at them.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
He pointed at the picture that I stopped on.
“That woman who appears to be cuddled up to me is Chanel Dubois; she’s a fellow sportscaster, and she’s married to former NBA player Ashton Santoro.
She used to give me hell when I was in the league, but in a good way.
” He pointed to the next series of pictures and explained each one.
“That woman is Pam Ford, our quarterback, Linc Ford’s, wife.
This woman right here is my former coach’s wife, and this woman here is Everett Tyler’s fiancée. ”
“Your producer who you told me about? That Everett?” They were all so beautiful and young looking, despite how old their husbands looked. These women were drop-dead gorgeous with model appeal. That was why it was easy to believe they were women he was trying to get with.
“Yeah. Baby, there’s nothing going on between me and any woman but you.
The last woman I was involved with was the one who lied about having my kid.
When I told you that I wasn’t a settled down type of nigga in the past, that was the real.
No woman could ever say that I committed to her or misled her.
I really like you, Pretty, and I don’t want to play games.
We’ve spent a lot of quality time together, getting to know each other beyond the physical, and I know that I want a relationship with you.
I know that your ex-husband fucked up big time, and it’s making it hard for you to trust, but I’m not that nigga.
You can always trust me and know that I won’t lie to you.
You can come to me for anything that you want or need. Ask me any question; I’m an open book.”
I felt foolish, but I was glad that I didn’t shut him out like I first thought about doing. I was glad that we had the conversation so that we could hash it out.
“I don’t have any questions, Drew. I promise in the future that I’ll come to you rather than listening to anyone else.”
“Good. Because I will always hold myself accountable where you’re concerned. If I could’ve been here with you, I would have been. I would’ve preferred to be here with you.”
“It’s okay. You’re here now. That’s all that matters,” I murmured as he kissed the side of my face, and his hand grasped my breast.
“I missed you so much,” he declared in a whisper.
“Not more than I missed you,” I replied as I led him back to my bedroom.
“Girl, you have no idea how much I’ve been wanting you.”
“Show me.”
Drew pushed me back on the bed and kissed me. He was already riled up; I could feel it as his dick pressed against my thigh.
He pushed my robe down my shoulders and kneed my legs open. My nipples swelled and ached at the tender touch of his fingers as he played out musical chords on them.
His head dipped between my legs, and with his tongue, he coaxed an aria from within.
He sucked and licked my clitoris, while he slipped one and then two fingers inside of me.
My hips circled wildly out of control, desperate to connect with him.
Although he drove me to the edge, I knew that I didn’t want to cum too fast; I wanted to enjoy the moment.
I looked into Drew’s dark brown eyes as he watched my reaction to his touch. My juices sparkled on his beard and mustache. His nose and lips glistened with my essence, and that turned me on. My hands joined the chorus he created within my body, as I tweaked my nipples with my fingers.
My free hand rubbed the back of his head, encouraging him to go deeper.
My legs were open because I didn’t want to withhold a single drop.
I wanted nothing to go unaccounted for, so he had an all-access pass to my ass.
While he sucked me, and my fingers tweaked and twisted, he inserted the fingers of his other hand into my ass.
Two and two. That was how he filled me up, in the front and the back, and both sets of fingers matched each other’s rhythm until I released the euphoria building within me.
When he finished, I climbed off the bed and kneeled on the floor. He came to me when I beckoned him, and I grasped his dick in my hands. Drew’s dick seemed to mushroom as I gently sucked the tip in between my lips. He was slick and salty, and I used my cheeks to pull him further in, bit by bit.
Drew’s hands worked their way into my hair, until his fingers gently massaged my scalp.
I held onto his hips as he pumped back and forth in an attempt to touch the back of my throat.
I pulled back just to the tip and ran my tongue across the slit in the head of his dick.
I savored the taste of the salty pre-cum and then slid him toward the back of my throat.
He pulled my head back just a bit. “Look at me.”
I did, and his onyx looking eyes shone bright. His full lips were a bit moist as he bit the bottom one. “You’re driving me crazy, Pretty.”
I winked at him and then sucked harder using aggravated motions to pull and push his dick in and out of my mouth. I knew that he wouldn’t last much longer, and I didn’t mind.
I used my teeth to scrape the underside of his dick lightly, and with one hand I held him at the base and pumped him.
With my other hand, I gently raked my nails over his balls and then squeezed and rubbed them.
It drove him crazy, and the hold he had on my hair loosened until his hands dropped to my shoulders.
His body jerked, and I prepared for the release of his hot cum in my mouth. I sucked in the saltiness of his precum, like a weakened version of a milkshake. My cheeks huffed in and out, waiting for his release.
He pulled free of me.
“Not like this.”
“But I want to taste you.”
“Next time. I need to be inside of you now,” he declared with a grunt.
Drew slid into me with ease, and I welcomed him with warmth.
I loved the way that our bodies connected and tapped out a rhythm of harmony.
“Oooh, Drew. Keep it right there,” I whimpered.
“Like this, baby?”
“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!”
He pumped and thrust into me harder, and his finger traced a circle around my clit.
His mouth covered mine, and he swallowed my moans.
I dragged my fingers up the hard planes of his back, feeling every tight muscle and every hard ridge.
It felt like we belonged together, like there was nothing before this.
“Ohh, fuck, Pretty. I can’t hold it, girl. Why is this pussy so good, ma?”
“I don’t—I don’t knowww! Ohh, yes. Please, Drew. More. More,” I pleaded. He gave me everything that I asked for and then some.
Within a half hour, we had both orgasmed and were in a sated state. Drew rolled me onto my back, and he crushed my lips in a kiss.
“I love everything about being here with you like this,” he declared.
“So do I,” I whispered. “So do I.”
My heart constricted in my chest, because that confession was too close to an “I love you” for me to be comfortable with.
Yet, I felt that way myself, but wasn’t it too soon?
Would he truly take care of my heart and be the man he said he would be?
How could I trust my judgment after being so wrong before?