Page 50 of Suleem and Yahzi
Don’t threaten me with a good time because I will gladly accept the challenge…
“Yah, wake up.”
“Hm…” I rolled over and tugged the covers up under my chin, refusing to open my eyes. I smiled when I felt the brush of lips over my temple.
“You want me to drive you to the shop on my way to the courts?”
“Mmm, what time is it?”
“Almost eight.” I shifted my body and groaned from the ache in my muscles and between my thighs. When I peeled my eyes open, I found Suleem sitting shirtless next to me on the bed. His eyes were on his phone while he typed out a text.
Chestnut brown skin covered his frame and exposed the battle scars from years in the streets. I lifted a finger and traced the bullet wound on his shoulder.
He locked his phone and dropped his gaze on me. “What time you need to be there?”
I frowned a little. “Not sure. They open an hour early today, because of the games, so nine, I think…”
“Aight, get dressed and I’ll drive you.”
He lifted from the bed and headed to the closet. I smiled at the shorts sitting low on his waist, bowed legs, and confident gait that carried him across the room. The weight of his dick madeit bounce behind the jersey knitted fabric that covered his lower half. As sore as my pussy was, I was doing mental math trying to decide if there was time to get bent over and still make it to the shop before nine.
No, hoe, get your ass out of bed…
I groaned and sluggishly tossed the covers back and gingerly made my way to the bathroom. Once I was done getting myself together, my next stop was the closet where I dug through my suitcase. I worked on a pair of baggy jean shorts that stopped mid-thigh. The front and back of them were ripped and distressed so I would be good to be out in the sun during the tournaments but still covered enough to get through my morning at Fadez.
After I had my feet in some Retro Low OG Nigel Sylvesters, Suleem walked up behind me and pulled me back against his chest with a hand on my hip. He kissed my shoulder and moved his hand up my stomach but I caught his wrist when his fingers edged toward the waistband of my shorts.
“Chill, man. I’m not trying to fuck. We both have shit to do.” He kissed my shoulder again before I felt his fingers on my neck near my rose. “This is sexy but you gon’ have to get another one. I need it visible and niggas don’t need to be close enough to see this one. We’re gonna get one on your hand.” He stepped around me and reached for a bag in the corner on the floor.
“We?”
I followed when he left the closet and stopped at the bed, removing two gray T-shirts and checking the tags before he pulled one on over his chest. It had D-Ville Ballerz printed on the front.
“Oh, that’s cute. Is that one mine?”
He snatched it up, held it behind his back, and dropped a kiss on my cheek. “Yeah but you can’t have that shit until later.”
“Let me have it now. I can wear it to the shop. It’s DP’s team so Kassir won’t mind.”
“Nah, he won’t give a damn but I’ll let you get it when I pull up to get you.”
“Why not now?”
“’Cause then you’ll have time to cut that shit up and be out here showing too much skin.”
I grinned and snatched the shirt from him when he tucked it under his arm to lift his phone and answer a text.
“I’m grown.”
“Grown doesn’t have shit to do with you being mine.”
I rolled my eyes and left the bedroom, heading to the kitchen. Once I had the scissors out of the drawer, I carefully cut around the neck so it was wide enough to hang off my shoulder, removed the bottom half, and split the back so I could tie it and make it hug my body, accentuating my waist. My shorts sat low, exposing the black elastic band of my boyfriend briefs.
Suleem walked into the kitchen as soon as I had the shirt on. I turned my back to him, gathered my braids, and moved them to the side over my shoulder. “Tie this, please.”
“Bruh, you’re really trying to get somebody fucked up today. Let me find out one of them niggas tried you and it’s a wrap.”
“They won’t but you already know they likely won’t even acknowledge me. My chair is probably going to be empty because they’ll be scared to be too close to me.” I rolled my eyes while he knotted the shirt at my spine then hooked an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. I felt him hard against my back and grinned when he kissed my rose.
