A Waiting Game

Blue?

Lem POV:

"What the fuck bro?"  Tristan asked me in disbelief of how I just ate his lil ass up.

"What you mean lil daddy?"  I laughed back like I was clueless to the treatment I had just given him.  I had to do my big one to make sure he'd be hooked 🤷🏾‍♂️

"Naw nigga, don't play dumb.  You just sucked the bottom out my shit, I'm surprised he still down there."

"Next time you try to plot on a nigga make sure you ready for however he coming."

"I don't know what you're talking about."  He lied looking around like he was innocent this time.

"Oh you know for sure now what I'm talking about.  Just wait though, it get better."  I love threatening mfs mainly cause I know I can more than back up the shit I talk.

"Psshhh.....I faked it, I ain't want you to start doing no bullshit to me at work cause yo headgame weak."

"Oh yeah damn.  Well lemme see if I can redeem mys...."

"No no wait hold up I was just playing...."  He objected curling up tryna keep me from touching his sensitive manhood again.

"Yeah that's what I thought.  I'm the king a this shit lil nigga, you just the prince."  Aight I know I'm doing a lot but I'm just adding to the tension.  This lil mf had no idea how bad I wanted him after what we just did.  Have you ever wanted someone so bad, then you got them and it just made you want them more?  Laying in my bed with him after trading head now cuddled up playing with each other's fingers isn't helping either.  I don't know why I'm doing all this lil cute shit knowing this nigga fucking with Tika.  I don't know how serious they are, but babygirl bouta have to figure out what she gone do cause I'm keeping his ass.

"When was you gone tell me you was tryna freak me?"  I can't believe his ass tryna put this off on me.

"I wasn't.  I don't cross those lines with my employees especially you "straight" mfs unless y'all cross them first.  Even then I only will go there if I feel you worth it."  I spoke truthfully looking him in his eyes as he laid on my shoulder playing still with my fingertips. 

"So I'm worth it to you?"  He looked at me with so much hope in his eyes like it made him feel special.

"Naw last night I was just drunk and horny." I said jokingly, he was more than worth it to me at that point.

"So that's why you wouldn't stop swallowing my shit till it was dry? Bet."

This mf here I swear. Knew I shouldn't have gave him but a pinch of throat, but I couldn't help it. I'm a nigga that just loves sucking dick 🤷🏾‍♂️.

"I was tryna entertain myself shawty, yo shit was boring me." I'm lying like a muddafuckaaaaaa

"See now you got me fucked up bro." Tristan raised his voice while moving from my shoulder and aggressively grabbing both my thighs and pushing them towards my chest. He then got on top me using his weight to push them further forward until his lips were just barely grazing mine. "You talking a lot of shit for somebody that just got halfway bitched out last night."

This shit turned me on so bad I couldn't even speak. The stern look in his eyes let me know that he wasn't gone play with me if I let him up it it. I really thought he would be more submissive in bed given his smooth persona, but he was surprising the fuck out of me. I fucks with it though. It's not too many dudes that I let have this type of control of me, the ones who can just can. Tristan can.

"You ain't finna do shit so I don't know why you playing top my baby." I said purely to piss him off more so he'd fuck me harder.

"I shole ain't." He said as he stood up and started grabbing his clothes and shoes. I was still sitting there holding my legs back waiting for him to take things further. My dick was hard af and leaking a lil bit. I can't believe this nigga. I finally let my legs down and sat up while he finished getting dressed then leaned over and kissed my cheek like I was some cheap slut.

I followed him to my door just knowing he was playing and was finna come dog my shit.

"Bro what the fuck is up with you?" I was the one pissed off now.

"What you mean boss man?" I'm finna beat his ass.

I just stood there and stared at him with a "really nigga?" expression of my face.

"Oh my bad." He walked back up to me and grabbed me up pinning me to the wall and smashed our lips together. I put my arms over his shoulders as he grinded into me. Who tf is this nigga turning me into? He took a grabbed my ass hard as fuck and squeezed both cheeks before jiggling them both then slapping them. Then he disconnected our kiss making me immediately long for his mouth to look at me and tease me with several small pecks. He then took two of his fingers and stuck them in my mouth so I could get them wet. I complied with every unspoken command as if I had no power over my body. It was like he was controlling every move I made and I couldn't even think to object. I was lost in him.

Once I wet his fingers to his liking, he took them from my mouth and starting working them into me while kissing me deeper than he has so far. It was like that kiss was laced with something that had me under totally under his spell. He gradually sped up the thrust on his fingers grazing my button more and more with each pump. I was bricked than brick and wetting the front of my boxer briefs. I was ready to give this nigga all of me at this point.

Then this nigga took his fingers out of me and sucked all my juices off of them before putting them back in my mouth for me to taste.

"Mmmm you taste so goooooood daddy baby." He moaned deeply and drawn out.

Hearing him call me that did something to me pushed me over the edge. I immediately dropped down to my knees only to be pushed back by Tristan. I was finna let him fuck the dog, cat, pig, cow shit outta me.

"I ain't gone do shit for real though." He said smirking as he fixed his clothes up in the mirror by my door then left.

I can't believe how open he just got me, and I can't believe I let him leave me leaking and tweaking. I mean I was straight up finna give him my best. I had to have this nigga now. I see this finna be a power struggle though. Ain't no way I'm letting him think he running shit. I admit this wasn't my best moment, and I definitely got caught lacking, but by the end of this I'm gone have that nigga domesticated.

"Fuck that!" I thought out loud as I grabbed my phone to text him.

To "Tristan from Maples":

"You might have won this battle baby, but believe me, ima win the war 😈"

                                               From "Tristan from Maples":

                                                                                         😴🥱

To "Tristan from Maples":

Bet that.

                                                From "Tristan from Maples"

Man get yo freaky ass off my phone before I file an HR complaint on you gang 😱😳🚨🚔

Sorry Teek, I got a point to prove with yo nigga..........