Unfazed

Twenty-Four

"What are you doing in my bed?," I questioned rubbing the cold out of my eyes. He startled me when he entered from the other side of my bed. He scooted closer, making me feel his warmth coming from his midsection.

"You don't want me to be here? Hm?," he quizzed moving the hair away from my neck and kissing the flesh. I mistakenly let out a moan which caused him to continue his action.

"Why are you doing this? You are not supposed to be here," I moaned as his large hands roamed up my tank top. He plastered a mischievous grin on his face when he felt that I had on no bra.

"But you want me here. Face it. That nigga can't compete with me. He never will." He flipped my body over so that I was facing him. The moonlight peeked through the semi-closed blinds and his dark brown eyes gleamed in the fluorescent lightened room. He cupped my chin and pulled me into a kiss. The kiss lasted about two minutes. Two minutes of tonguing, sucking and nibbling.

"I think I'm in love with you too," I whispered, slowly moving my hips back and forth on his erection. My tiny hands was stroking his fabric-covered chest feeling every toned muscle jerk at my touch.

I left a trail of many kisses on his neck and chest. I started to put my panties to the side to crave my sexual desire but he stopped me.

He stepped out of his gray sweats and camouflage Ethika boxers making his manhood spring out. My eyes widened at his length and girth. He used his pointer and middle finger to create a come here motion. I pulled back the covers and crawled over to him slowly.

I turned my backside toward him and he pushed my torso down on the bed making my back arch with ease. His fingers glided up and down my slit giving me goosebumps.

"Ooh fuck," I softly moaned as he attached his mouth to my gooey core. His hands spread my cheeks apart for easier access. His thick flexible tongue flicked back and forth making my eyes roll in the back of my head. His fingers were pushed inside my folds bringing me to my climax.

"I swear I can eat you all night. You taste so good," he mumbled into my wetness. Within a few seconds, my juices were leaking on his lips and chin.

"Fuck!," I exclaimed, gripping the sheets. He chucked, giving my round bottom a smack. Butterflies formed in my stomach and I bit my lip in anticipation when I heard the crinkle of the condom.

"Ooh shit!," I shouted as soon as he entered. He gripped my hair and gave it a tug. The pain started to feel uneasy but was it weird that I liked it?

"Fuck," he breathed out, giving my bottom another smack. Out of nowhere, my phone started ringing from my nightstand. His strokes started to slow down however I continued to increase my pace.

"Is that yo' nigga?," he interrogated, gripping my hair again. My breath hitched as my orgasm was near. The ringing stop for a second and started back again.

"Tell Julian I own this pussy now," he demanded giving my ass another smack.

"Fuck!," I moaned out loud, waking up in a pool of wetness in my underwear. My head rested on my black silk pillow case while my back was still arched. At seventeen years old I had my first wet dream.

"You good, li'l baby ?," Rodney asked in his raspy sleepy voice. I looked over at the clock and the time read 10:14 a.m. My eyes switched back and forth to Rodney and the clock.

"Damn, what did we do last night?!," I screamed hysterically. He propped himself on his elbows and wiped the cold out his eyes.

"Chill Lo-Lo. You'll bring it down a few notches? We ain't do shit but cuddle and kiss."