The Neighborhood

H//2

Keith's POV:

Sadly, as much as I hoped for it, I didn't get a proper taste of Nyna.

Before I could get anything started, the door collapsed to the nicely polished floor caused by  all her curious friends which weight knocked it down. In the end, leaving Nyna flushed and embarrass while I on the other had a severe case of Blue Balls.

Their faces were honestly priceless as the whole seen unfolded, every last one of their jaws scraped the floor; eyes wide.

"Aye man we uh didn't mean to interrupt but Bryshere here has a problem of minding his own damn business," Luke was the first to speak, shoving the slightly shorter man at the end. They starred intimidatingly at one another before Bryshere rolled his eyes.

"Yeah whatever," he sighed a little irritated, "I just wanna know if y'all gon clean this kitchen back up since a nigga did work hard-"

"Yazz," Beatrice hissed at her lover, attempting to slap him upside the head but her arms only reached his shoulder since he blocked the attack. And also because she, along with her sister, were extremely small.

"Little girl don't get snatched up," Bryshere or Yazz sassed her back, getting closer to her height.

She huffed folding her arms across her chest, rolling her eyes after. "Boy please, you must think I'm one of your hoes."

And from then, everyone watch the scene unfold as the couple continued to bicker back and forth. Kim and Luke putting there two cents before they too were now in the active conversation.

As much as I don't want to admit it, especially since they were ruining my nut, they were pretty cool. And I was happy that Nyna had these type of people around her since life at home wasn't a dream for her.

"Alright guys get out, we meet you there jeez," Nyna joked, dismissing them with her hand,

There was a chorus of "yeah right" and the occasional "she getting piped" from Kim but nonetheless they left us be but right before Luke put the door back on its hinges, poorly I might add.

"Can you help me down," she whispered awkward, her feet softly swinging.

I didn't answer her, only looking at our pressed body while my hands continued to rub up and down her bare thighs. A few freckles and faded stretch marks painted her soft skin as I slyly begin to hike up her dress even more. A crooked grin plastered on my face wanting to relive the moment once more.

"Keith," she snapped quietly, popping my hands like a mother disciplining their child.

I rolled my eyes at her wining kissing her cheek as I slowly set her to her feet. My arms were still wrapped around her waist, my eyes never leaving hers. I watched her blush as she broke our gaze and detangling my hold on her.

My right hand automatically going straight to her bottom lip grazing it with my thumb. I couldn't stop from touching her if I tried.

"Stop," she giggled, wrapping her small palms around my wrist tugging it to my side.

I grinned down at her, my left hand drawing the outline of her features before getting them tangled in her hair. Tugging ever so often.

Her eyes grew lazy as she captured the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth.

I took small steps forward making her take steps back before her back touched the counter she was previously on. I pressed my chest to hers, her sundress cascading down her body as the two slits exposed part of her legs making me growl.