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37

》Rayner Johnson

"ah shit..." Del moaned lowly, lifting himself off ma dick.

He sits on top of me panting softly, his legs on either side of me. I bite down on bottom lip, rubbing circles on his thigh.

"You good?" I ask.

He leans down to peck my lips, "yeah."

Del gets off me and lays down beside me. He wanted to fuck the minute he woke up.

Thought I did him in enough last light but I guess not.

I get up and grab sum wipes on the night stand, wiping his creams off ma dick.

When I finish I turn towards Del and see him watching ma cum drip out his hole. I crack a smirk.

"Hmm." I toss him the wipes.

He takes them, cleaning himself out. I'm surprised he still had more energy after last night.

"We gotta get ready so we can go out today, it's our last day out here." I tell him walking in the closet to get ma clothes for the day.

"Where we going today?" I hear him ask.

"Bamboo river rafting and a picnic." I head back inside the room.

He smiles, "a picnic? Dats different. Some white people shit."

I shake ma head chuckling, "go take a shower pa. Imma get in after you."

He frowns, "why you just can't get in wit me?"

"Cuz we not finna spend another 3 hours in dis house Del." I know he gone try sum if we both go in there.

So imma let him go first.

He pouts slightly, getting up. "Whatever."

I shake ma head letting him go off. I lay ma clothes on the bed and throw on some sweat pants.

I stroll down stairs and grab a water bottle out the fridge. I'm a little hungry and I know for sure Del hungry too.

But ion feel like cooking.

I know Del wanted to try more Jamaican food so imma DoorDash some.

I hop on the counter and pull out ma phone, ordering the food.

Last night came flooding in ma head. That Olive nigga had me fucked up. And still do.

Get me heated just thinking about it. Don't let me catch that nigga in the streets. Ever.

Maybe I should ruff him up a little bit. Just to let him know never do some shit like dat again in his life.

Soon as I get done ordering I call TJ hoping he's awake. The phone rings for a good 6 times before it finally goes through.

"...whatt." He rasps, sounding like he just woke up.

"Dat Australian nigga from yesterday, find him for me." I drink out my water bottle.

Taj is quiet for a second before I hear laughing, "...Ray, leave dat boy alone. I'm sure he ain't mean no harm."

I mug him, "harm or no harm he chose the wrong nigga ta play wit. You know ion play dat."

He sighs, "and whatchu gone do to him?"

"Nun of yo business. You ain't never ask what I was gonna do ta a nigga, so why you so interested now? Just do what I ask you to." I hang up.

I step down from the counter and grab another water bottle, going back to the room.

I'm not gonna kill him. Disappointing I know.