Destined

24

It wasn't long before we ended up in my houses. As much as I didn't wanna leave his car, or whosever car he had been in tonight, I knew I had too. It had just passed 3:00 clock am.

"Whose car is this?" I ask, turning to him for an answer.

"My moms. Mines ain't have no gas and I didn't feel like driving it tonight,"

I nod. "So where were you before you came to me tonight?"

He looks at me, rolling his eyes. "A bitches house," he grins.

I feel a pit form in my stomach the moment he finishes his sentence..what was the feeling called? Anger? Annoyance? Jealousy?

Ah. It's was clearly all 3.

"Is that what I am to you? Just another one of your bitches?" I ask him, turning off his radio.

He turns it back on. "I was playing,"

"But that doesn't answer my question," I lean against the car door, spotting my house from a mile away in my dark neighborhood.

"I'll let you answer that question on your own," he tells me, shaking his head.

"How am I suppose to answer that? I'm not you and I don't know your thoughts,"

"Actions speak louder than words Dj," he says.

I start to think about everything he's done for me in this short amount of time. It hits me when I realize he's done more for me than I expected him to. I answer my own question easily, realizing that he didn't look at me as another bitch. Nor did he look at me as "another one." Jayon was serious about me, about us. I shouldn't have even asked him that ridiculous question.

We stop in front of my house smoothly. He turns his engine off, looking at me deeply before looking away again.

I lean over to the near side of his face, leaving a small kiss on his cheek. It was crazy that I had become so infatuated with this boy so quickly. But I knew he was something I had to hold on to forever.

His cheeks turned a light pink as he showed his dimpled smile from the side. "What was that for?" He asked.

"For everything you've done for me so far," I spoke. "Thank you," I say, rubbing his shoulder.

"It's nothing," he says. "I know you deserve it all,"

Even though I knew I had to go, there was something in the back of my head telling me that I did owe Jayon.

"I don't wanna leave yet," I say, pushing my braids back. I take the small pony tail holder from my left wrist, clinching my braids together while my eyes took a long blink. I knew I had to do this, and even though I didn't have experience with this type of thin, I knew he would appreciate the gesture more than anything.

"Wait wait," Jayon notices my movements and pushes my hands away from his crotch area. I become embarrassed, leaning back into my seat.

"Oh I'm sorry," I say, trying to sound sincere.

"No, no. Don't say sorry. I want you to do this because you're actually comfortable with it, not because you know I want it," he speaks.

The back of my neck began to feel moist. I roll down the window and sigh, looking at my house in despair.

"I wanted to do it, Jayon. I wanted to give you something you deserved," I tell him.

He opens his glove department, pulling out a box of tissues. "Here, I know some part of you is sweating," he laughs.

"How did you know?" I ask.

"Because this is your first time wanting to do something like this you know, and the fact that you wanted to do it for me tells me a lot about you. I want you to know that I respect you Dj, I respect your body and especially your mind," Jayon pulls out tissues from the box and wipes each of my palms.

"Thank you Jayon," I tell him, putting my head down.

"Look at me," he says. "It's crazy how much you do that. You're still shy, even after you just tried to give me head," a laugh escapes from the both of our mouths. Why was I so confusing?

"Let me do this for you," I say looking at him with a smile on my face. "I want too,"

He stares at me for a while before letting my hands go. I put the tissue back into his glove department, exhaling before reaching to the zipper of his pants.

He helps me with the zipper, revealing his plain white boxers from the inside of his pants. He looks at me one last time, raising an eyebrow to make sure I wanted to go through with this. I nod, pulling his boxers lower to get a glimpse of his nude area.

"You shave?" I ask, noticing that he barely had hair on his pubic area.

"Yeah. I'm a smooth skin type of nigga," he says, making me grin.

I reach for his penis, pulling it out to make full contact with my mouth. I bend over him slightly to get a good amount of him inside, closing my eyes when I tasted the bitterness against his soft skin that entered my mouth.

I put one of my hands on the door he sat by, while the other rested on the lower end of his penis, forcing my head up and down in a various motion. I begin to twist around it slowly. It was like I was sucking a go-gurt straw and I was trying to get all of the extra yogurt from the bottom of the tube. It was a weird comparison, I know.

His hips started to shift, and I could feel him put a hand on the back of my head. He pulled it away when he noticed he couldn't grab my braids.

The next thing he touched was my back, then he pulled away again. It was like he couldn't control himself from trying to grab on me in a certain way.

I tasted the light substance coming from his dick, and from there I panicked. I didn't know whether I needed to stop to spit, or swallow his excitement. I knew he hadn't came yet, I could tell the difference in pre cum and actual cum from porn vids I had seen. I was still extremely nervous to keep going though. What if I didn't like the taste of it?

I was happy however that I had been able to do this for him. It made me feel different, like I could have done anything I wanted just for putting my mouth on him. I felt...special in a way. Maybe because it was my first time really getting him in such a vulnerable position.

My mouth had still been wrapped around him, but I pulled my hands back when I noticed he couldn't take all of the pressure I was giving him. A moan tried to escape his mouth but he held back, pulling his seat back to move his legs slightly.

"I'm gonna bust Dj," his voice was dry and panted. It sounded like he was losing his breath, which gave me more motivation to keep going.
I continued to suck on him, tasting more of the saltiness in my mouth. I didn't even stop to spit the taste out, and when he noticed I wasn't going to stop, he let out a low, slow moan. "Fuck," he cursed. "Dj stop, please," he said, grabbing my ponytail lightly attempting to pick my head up.

After that it had just been a blur, literally. He came seconds after my mouth released him, and it had all aimed against my nose and forehead. When I understood what had happened, I covered my mouth from smirking, but he had looked exhausted and embarrassed at the same time. "I'm sorry," he says quietly before taking out the tissue box. "Damn, I'm so sorry," he tells me, wiping my face off quickly. He stops in the middle, admiring how I looked in his car, covered in his cum. "You look beautiful with it on you though," he said, making me blush harder than I ever did.

"Nobody has ever made me actually bust on their face," he spoke, pulling and zipping up his pants. "That couldn't have been your first time,"

I look at him in shock. "Jayon I swear it was," I say, wiping my nose once more. "Believe me. It just got easier as I kept going," I told him truthfully.

He looks at me, smiling. "Good. Imma be your first everything then."