Making Ends Meet

Chapter 20

"Don't judge me," Xita mumbled, before taking a deep breath. She wanted to tell him, but she didn't want him to think any differently of her. Plus she knew, if she didn't tell him now, she would only try harder to keep it a secret later. 

"Come here," Tony said, noticing how she felt uneasy, he pulled her body into his and leaned back so she was basically laying on top of him, and his hands stayed on her waist. Any other nigga probably would have straight tried to grab her ass. 

"You a cuddly ass nigga," she turned her nose up, making him smile and he lifted his head and pecked her nose, catching her off guard as her mouth fell open and she looked down at him in shock. She was most definitely not expecting that. 

"It's a proven fact, cuddling helps boost the immune system. You know, touching releases oxytoxins or some other shit. Sex too, but we ge gone leave that one alone," he bit into his bottom lip, making Xita laugh. "C'mon tell me your secret," he glanced down at her lips before licking his own, then his eyes shifted back to hers. He was doing a whole lot of everything by doing a whole lot of nothing. She still didn't want to tell him, but finally she built up the courage in her head to actually speak, but when she tried to lift up off him, he pulled her back, his hands going around her back, under her jacket. "You ain't judge me, right? I ain't gone judge you," he promised, and she immediately settled back down on top of him. 

Not wanting to look at him, she laid her head down on his chest and took another deep breath, closing her eyes. "I'm an escort," she finally admitted out loud. Seconds seemed like hours when he didn't respond but she still didn't want to look up. "It's not like I'm doing it because I want to," she added. "See my family, like you been in my house and you see it's not all that nice, and like my mama just lost her job and I'm the only one working and I need to save up to get out of this place," she just felt like she needed to give a valid reason for doing what she was doing. Finally she lifted up her head to look at him, because she just couldn't stand his silence. "Look, it's just that I really need the money," she said. She felt like she was losing him, and she didn't really even have him. Yet. 

"You a grown ass woman and you doing what you got to do. I can't stop you from doing what you doing, nor do I want to. If that's what you got to do to get what you want, who am I to judge? I see you ain't being selfish with it, so do you," he said, finishing with licking his lips. Why he have to be so perfect? 

"So you don't think I'm like a hoe or nothing?" She asked shyly, averting her attention to the string hanging from his hoodie. Even though they weren't all that close, emotionally, there was obviously something there, and she didn't want him to think bad about her. She valued his opinion. 

"If I thought you was a hoe, I wouldn't do this," he said, causing her to look up into his eyes, but as soon as she did, his lips connected with hers. Her eyes drifted closed as her lips parted and their tongues collided. A moan left her throat, and if possible, she melted even more into him. Were those fucking fireworks? I think yes! 

His grip tightened on her waist, sending Xita's insides into a frenzy. Her hands fisted into his hoodie, and his hands traveled south and lifted her shirt just enough to play with the skin on her back, making her body tense up and her pearl milked the air as their passionate kiss wreaked havoc on the both of them as they both fought for dominance. He wanted it, just as bad as her. 

Something about this kiss was so much more than any other kiss she had had before. Every pair of lips that had come into contact with, for some reason, this kiss was just so much more, and she couldn't understand why, and she didn't know if she wanted to. All she knew was that she wanted him. 

Without thinking, her hands traveled south, and her lips parted from his, as did the rest of her as she tried to unfasten his jeans. She was so nervous, yet she was full of anticipation, she was having a hard time getting them undone. Was that her heart beat that she could hear constantly knocking on her chest as if it was going to pop out? Like a constant tapping noise, that sometimes tapped off beat. Tap tap tap tap tap. Tap tap tap tap. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.