𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘 ✔️ | 𝗧𝗝𝗠

12.

HEY THERE.
Lets slow it down a bit, ill hit you with that foreplay.

•ignore the accidental spelling errors , ill re-edit and re-read after i wake up.

We entered the house full of people ; jaren , lee and dee all sitting on a couch with their girlfriends - some sitting on his island.

"Well just fuck what ja thinks about everybody being in his shit , huh?" Jamel yelled , looking around at everyone. My mouth was shut and i stood by his side , holding his hand.

"They just came over nigga , and we cleaned everything we had." Jaren replied , as they sat in silence.

Jamel just glared him.
"Dont fucking matter. Ask." Jamel responds , his voice volume slowly going down. They all nodded in understandment. I wouldve been mad if everyone was in my shit and i didnt know about it , so therefore i had nothing to say to them.

I waved and gave everyone a light small and they returned it as jamel told me to stay down stairs for a second.

"the love birds good again?" I heard a female voice say behind me.

I nod with a smile as jada popped up in my vision.
"Ya' neck is covered .. yall had fun?" She adds on , analyzing my neck while smirking to herself a bit.

Me and jada were cordial. Very warm and cordial — we just didnt talk as much. Yea we'd talk when I'd see her and her boyfriend but not forreal.

"Well we did , nothing too serious though. I didnt even get to touch him." I joked with a goofy smile , leaning on the wall a bit.

Her eyes lit up.

"Really? You were the one getting touched?" She asked excitedly it seemed.

It had weirded me out a bit and concerned me. Was he not letting me touch him because someone else was ? Or was i just over thinking it.

I nodded with a confused face.

"He doesn't just not let people he's active with touch him. Let alone does he mark them up like you, dont even let others mark him. Ever."

"You're something special." She added on , sincerely grinning.

I was confused on what she said but my gist of it was how he didnt let himself not get pleasured. It was always both parties.

I shook it off and continued our conversation— not paying any mind but the thought still lingering.

Soon enough though , i was called up by jamel. I excused myself politely, letting out a few giggles and then some at their jokes.

"You called me?" I asked , stepping into his room. He sat on a chair he had placed on the side of room in a white beater and his dior socks , his bottoms being black bandanna styled shorts.