How Do U Want It?

viii

"Stop. Now." I grunted through gritted teeth.

"Not until you say the magic word." Tupac teased as he had my arms pinned over my head.

Inside, I was squealing like a babygirl, but on the outside, I was playing hard to get.

"The magic word is get off me nigga!" I spat back.

He shook his head with a smile, "That's 3 words."

I huffed, and rolled my eyes. "Please?" I put a hopeful grin on my face, flashing the one dimple that I have in my left cheek. Tupac dramatically pondered for a a second.

"Ima stay here, cause I know deep down inside you don't want me to go nowhere." He teased me, placing kisses on my cheek. I blushed and stayed quiet, causing him to say, "I knew it!"

I mumbled a "Whatever," with a crooked smile plastered on my face. He let go of my arms and rolled next to me on the bed. I wrapped my legs around him and laid my big head on his chest, this was like heaven on earth.

"Can I ask you somethin'?" I glue my eyes on Tupac, who was staring at his bedroom ceiling.

"Yes." He answered before hesitating for a few seconds.

"Why do you like me?"

Tupac chuckled, and smiled. I saw those white, perfect teeth that I'm falling in love with.

"What's there to not like? Your personality, you not afraid to bite your tongue. You upfront, and you not one of them hoochie mommas." Tupac stated.

I laughed, "Hoochie mamas? I'm 15, Pac."

He shrugged, "That don't mean shit. They startin' younger than that these days," he laughed, "but anyway. I love your hair, you don't have to wear weave and shit. Your brown eyes, and that single dimple in your left cheek. You're funny, you're a real likeable person, belly. And on top of all that, you got looks to die for."

I became lost in Tupac's ranting, my cheeks grew red and my pupils dilated. That was the sweetest thing someone has ever told me! "Thats my baby..." I cooed before placing a kiss on his lips. And another one. And another one.

Then I placed one more, but I didn't pull away this time. As our lip locking became deeper, he wrapped his arms around me, flipping us to where he was on top again.

He left a trail of kisses from my cheek to my neck, then to my collar bone. Slight moans escaped my lips. "You like that, don't you?" He looked up at me, with a smirk. I nodded my head whilst biting my lip.

He placed his hands on my hips and began to kiss me on my neck again, it felt like he was sucking on it. He then took his hand, and slid it up my shirt, cupping my breast.

Even though it felt good, was I even really ready for this?

I couldn't think straight, which was understandable for someone who hasn't gone past the kissing stage before.

Tupac stopped feeling me up, and flipped us once more, to where I straddled his waist. He felt on my ass, and pulled me closer to kiss my lips. I felt his his little friend spring up against the bottom of my jeans, giving me butterflies in my stomach.

Just then, my pager beeped, causing me to pull away and check it almost immediately.

Ever since Eazy introduced me to his line of work, he figured a pager would be beneficial when it comes to him contacting me.

Sometimes, Dre and the others would page me, but they didn't know the real reason why I had it.

'424', the small device read. This means it was Eazy, he always paged me 424.