Page 27 of Mister Fireman

I carried her over to the sofa, grateful she had on a dress. I became even more grateful when I saw that she didn’t have on any panties. Her thighs were slick from her wetness already. Pulling her to the edge, I gripped her waist and allowed her to put me at her opening. I pressed my way inside, and for a moment, I couldn’t move or breathe. For a moment, all I could do was freeze in the peace and pleasure of being back in my home.

Because that was what Enjell was starting to feel like for me—home.

That place that was a refuge and escape.

When I began to move inside of her, I made sure I was intentional with every stroke. Since I’d already cum once, I wanted to make sure she came at least twice before I came again. That was getting more and more difficult when Enjell started to circle the pads of her fingers against my nipples. I couldn’t recall a time a woman had ever done that before, but it felt good as hell.

Needing to even the playing field, I went from caressing her clit to massaging her nipples. I kept my strokes steady, sending her into her first orgasm of the night. When I wrapped my hand around her neck and squeezed, her eyes started to roll into the back of her head. I focused on her G-spot, keeping my strokes short until she squirted all over me. Pressing my way back inside of her fully, I picked her up and set her back down so she could ride me… grateful I took a chance and called her—even more grateful that she wanted me.

Enjell high was amusing, to say the least. She was the kind of person who asked random questions, laughed, and ate a lot of food, then went straight to sleep. I had just recorded a video of her snoring when knocking on my door demanded my attention.

Enjell barely stirred as I got out of bed. In fact, she snored louder. I was glad the intrusion on our night together didn’t disturb her sleep and curious about who could be at my place this late at night. My mind raced trying to think over if I’d ordered more food and forgot. I looked out of the peephole and frowned at the sight of Robin. Pulling in a deep breath, I tried to remind myself this way my best female friend and not someone I needed to go off on for randomly showing up at my home.

I opened the door and instead of letting her in, I quickly stepped out.

“It is almost two in the morning, Binny. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Let me in. We need to talk.”

Me being high kind of worked in her favor because it made me laugh instead of getting more irritated. “You can’t come in.”

“Why not?” She looked around me as if she could see through the door. “Is someone in there?”

“Yeah,” I answered honestly, caring less about hurting her feelings and more about setting some clear boundaries between us. “How long are you going to be home?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“We need to get some shit straight if you’re going to be here for a while. I’ll hit you up at some point over the next couple of days. Until then, don’t just pop up here, and don’t call me. I’ll reach out when I’m ready to discuss your behavior.”

Scoffing, she crossed her arms and rested the bulk of her weight on her right side. “My behavior? Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. You’re not acting like the Robin I know right now. My girl would never pop up on me like this. She wouldn’t have hung up in my face. And she for damn sure wouldn’t be trying to force me to give her a baby!”

“Oh… so now I’m your girl? Because a few hours ago, it was that chick whose post you shared on Facebook.”

My eyes rolled toward the ceiling as I released a tired sigh. “I mean my girl as in my best friend, Binny. You know that.”

“Whatever, V. I guess call me when you’re ready to talk since you’re the one that’s clearly in control.”

I watched her leave and made the mental note to temporarily take her off my approved list. I would need to be notified of her arrival until I figured out what exactly was going on with her. Her behavior had been erratic lately. Outside of the pact, the constant calls and randomly popping up wasn’t like Robin at all. There was a time we’d go months without talking to each other then pick back up like no time had passed. It felt weird and a bit obsessive for her to be acting like she had to talk to me so much.

Even when I addressed the baby situation, she would still be calling and texting, and I wasn’t comfortable with that. When things did go to the next level between me and Enjell, how would I be able to explain that? I’d need to talk to her, probably sooner than later, and get to the bottom of what was going on with my best friend. Because right now, her behavior was making it easier for me to consider cutting her out of my life for good.

14

Enjell

The Next Morning

I waited until Dejvi was out of the bathroom to bring him breakfast in bed. He didn’t have a lot to work with, but I made do. It was actually a fun challenge trying to put together a breakfast feast with the staple items he had available. I did a cute video for social media and hoped my followers found it as fun and entertaining as I did.

“Good morning, bae,” I almost purred, setting the tray across his lap.

“Mm… good morning, my love.”

I gave him a quick kiss, but as always, it seemed to not be enough. When I tried to stand upright, Dejvi gripped my neck and used it to hold me in place for a deeper kiss.

As we pulled away, he asked, “I know I don’t have all of this in my kitchen.”

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