Bembé's POV
I feel myself finna buss from nothing but his lips and finger tips.
"Damn."
I hear him fumble with keys while still continuing.
We pull apart and stumble inside. I find my balance quicker than expected.
I'm not tryna seem as drunk as I am. A nigga litty!
I watch him lock up and feel warmth creep up my spine when he turns around.
"Yo cheeks red," he says and comes up to me, behind the register.
"Yo cheeks red too, Rojo," I joke.
His momma must've been a blood.
We continue tonguing and sucking each other down. He bites me and kisses me while guiding me down the hall into his room.
I trip and end up stumbling into the wall. I pull him to me and laugh while shoving my hand down his pants.
"Do anything you want to me. Do everything you want to me..."
I start taking off my clothes.
All of them.
He gets stiffer like he's confused or something.
"You think I'm joking, slut me out-"
Do it.
"Slut you out?" He asks.
He smirks and shakes his head.
"You know what I mean," I snap.
"Do I?" His face goes straight.
He's thinking too hard. I can tell.
"Yeah you do. I want my dreams to come true."
"What?"
We both pause before he pulls me to bed. I start begging for him and rubbing down his body. He grabs my hands and pins them into the mattress behind my head.
"You feel that?" He rubs his dick on my thighs.
I bite my lip.
"Ion think you feel it," he groans when I touch his head.
I rub my hand up his shaft and tense up. My lips part and I sober up a lil bit.
"Yo, I-"
"Whats wrong? You wanted me to slut you out. Now you don't wanna be slutted out no more?"
"Rojo. Bruh, you gotta big ass dick..."
"So wassup?"
I get nervous as hell but the liquor hits me again.
"I ain never-"
"You a virgin?" Rojo asks.
"Fuck no I gets mine. Or at least I used to before I quit the game," I explain.
He raises his eyebrows and hooks my chin.
Rojo's POV
"That's not what I mean. You ain never take dick before?" My eyes sharpen.
I guess it turns him on more. A shock goes through his body and he tightens his legs around me. I still keep his arms pinned.
We both harder than two glaciers... harder than two rocks.
I lean down to kiss him again even though my intuition tells me not to continue.
I'd turn him out.
