A FEW DAYS LATER
• T R E V O N •
"Fuck is you hur fa?" I glared at the man standing on my doorstep.
"I miss you, baby," His reverberant, sultry voice sang in my ears. He smiled up at me, causing my heart to speed up. I could smell the liquor on his breath, making me sick to my stomach. "You gon' let me come in, Tre," he smiled.
That stupid ass smile. That dumbass smile. Fuck, he knows I'm weak to it.
I rolled my eyes, moving aside to let my drunken on-again off-again boyfriend inside.
Needless to say, we're off again right now.
"Whatchu want, Dayshawn?" I hugged locking the door behind me. I turned around to see the man sprawled out on my couch, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes. I averted mine quickly. I can't fall back into his trap.
"I can't just miss you, Trevon?" he slightly slurred his words. I felt myself getting a bit worked up.
"No, you cannot. Fuck you want, Shawn?" I stood in the middle of the room with a scowl on my face. He got up from the couch, damn near stumbling over to me. I stood and stared at the man. His face was centimeters from mine, making my heart speed up a bit. He wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me closer to him.
You so stupid Tre. He licked his lips before planting a kiss on mine. I unfolded my arms wrapping them around his neck and falling into the kiss.
I tasted the liquor that lingered in his mouth, parting my lips so that he could stick his tongue in it.
I can't lie and say I didn't miss him. It's stupid of me to do so, considering that he's him, but me and him have so much history, so much love that it's hard to break away. At least completely.
We started moving to my bedroom, kissing the whole time. I aggressively pushed him on the bed, taking my shirt off above my head. His low eyes looked up at me as he bit his lip, looking at me full of lust while I looked back at him with lust and love.
I wasn't 'bout to make love to his ass tho'. Nah. He gotta earn that.
"Take et shit off," I commanded watching as he drunkenly takes off his clothes. "Get on yo knees,"
He gets on his knees, arching his back revealing his puckering hole. I reach to grab a condom because lord knows where he been.
There was a time when I used to trust him enough to fuck raw. Now is not that time.
I grab the half-filled bottle of lube from my nightstand drawer, squeezing the cold liquid on his entrance, making him shudder a little.
"Hurry, Tre," he slurred. I sent a hard slap to his ass, making him wince.
"Shut the fuck up. Youn run shit 'round hur," I spoke grabbing my length holding it against his hole, rubbing my tip in the lube that dropped down his mahogany brown skin. "I give you this dick when I wanna, you hur me?" I spoke slowly shoving the tip in, gaining a low moan from him.
"Y-yes daddy," he breathed.
"Arch this mufucka back," I ordered, slowly prodding my way into him. My eyes rolled back for a moment at how tight he was, feeling how my dick was being squeezed by him. I bit my bottom lip hard, my insides turning warm. Feeling the slightest bit of happiness.
