AMEER POV
Malik kissed my neck as I was sitting in his lap.
He mumbled, "You should try on your cheer uniform, see if it fit."
I couldn't believe I had a weak spot for this idiot.
He palmed my ass and moved me back and forth on his hard dick. I was trying to hold back my moans because we were supposed to be cuddling but the friction was feeling so good.
He cursed under his breath, "Fuck. Ameer?"
I tried to hum but it came out as a whine.
He chuckled, "I just wanna see you in it. I won't do nu'."
I groaned and got off of him and walked to my desk. I put on the tight crop top that went right above my belly button. I put on the tight black shorts and put the skirt on top.
He walked behind me, "Take them shorts off."
I moaned out a yes and his hands traveled to my sides caressing them while I took the shorts off.
"You get undressed too."
He lifted me up and carried me back to my bed. He took off his shirt from the bottom and pulled it off over his head. His defined abs and muscles coming straight into my eye line.
My eyes moved down as he started unbuckling his pants. A little too slowly but I liked the show.
His v-line lead to a thick and long dick. I bit my lip when he took it in his hand and started jerking it.
I could get off to just that.
He pulled me in by me feet and put the both of our dicks together.
My eyes were so focused on his own dick it surprised me when I looked up and he was staring straight at me.
I looked down, nervously, "Stop staring."
He laughed slightly and picked up the pace causing me to buck my hips up and the skirt to move.
"Fuck A-Ameer... don't do that."
I gave a half-smile that morphed into an open mouth when he rubbed the tip of our dicks with his soft and large thumb. His hands were large enough to fit around the both of us.
"Malik wait-"
My cum started overflowing onto both of us. He chuckled but didn't stop massaging my tip.
I brought my hand to his wrist to get him to take it off but he smacked it away. My eyes rolled back as I listened to the sound of his low groans.
He leaned forwards and pushed my back onto the bed. My legs were on his shoulders and he started moving his hips forward.
"Fuck this feels so good."
I had tears down my face from the overstimulation and I could see beads of his cum pouring out making this sloppier. He kissed my lips softly and I kissed back.
He came with a low groan and, "Ameerrr."
I could and did nut from that.
I had closed my eyes thinking he was done but he adjusted us and slapped my cheek a little, "We ain't finished. What was all that shit you was giving me earlier?"
I spoke quickly, "I'an mean it."
He chuckled putting two fingers to my hole, "You clean yeah?"
I nodded hesitantly and he spoke, "Nah don't be hesitating now."
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General Fiction(n.) the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality This is a lgbtq+ short stories smut book. It's also only going to be POC in this book, but enjoy! Request will be accepted.