Page 35 of Anything Necessary for Her
Nodding subtly, he said, “Then nah. But if we ever got past being cool, I’d just tell him the real and tell ya other brothers and whomever else wanna know.” I did my best to smother the smile I wanted to let out. When I moved a bit and grazed his hardening dick through his sweats, he gripped me, saying, “Ooh, chill out.”
The warmth between my thighs was hard to ignore, just like the dampness in the seat of my panties that had begun to form.
“Can I see it?” I grinned.
Chuckling, his eyes widened before he quizzed, “See what?”
“That.” I grinded against it, making him tuck his lips in before grunting almost inaudibly. “I’ll show you mine.”
“You show me yours, I’m sending the homie a text and then licking it,” he replied seriously, making me giggle before nibbling my lip at the thought.
“Well pull it out.” I got off of him and rested on my feet at his side.
“Nah. You wanna see him, you go look.”
He glanced up at me, still lying on his back.
Gripping the band of his joggers along with his boxers, I lifted and looked down, confirming what I already knew, which was that Low had a big dick. Only it was bigger and thicker than what I figured.
“What you think?” he asked as I let the band of his clothing snap back against the V that led to his privates.
“It’s average.” I shrugged.
“Aight.” He laughed as I slithered down and cuddled against him.
“You have sex every day?” I asked as his arm slung around my shoulders.
The size of his dick had me rethinking our courtship for a moment.
His brows bunched before he asked, “Where that come from?”
“Just a question. Answer it.”
“Nah, I don’t.” He scratched his beard. “Sometimes I go a whole week or months without, just depends on how much shit I gotta do. Sex is at the bottom of my priority list, Banks.” He craned his head to look over at me as I lay on his muscular arm, enjoying his sweet but woodsy and fresh cologne.
“So when you have the free time, like today.”
He laughed.
“Yeah, like today.”
“So you chose to go on a date where you knew you wouldn’t get any instead of having sex with those bitches blowing you up.”
“I did.” His eyes scanned my face before we exchanged smiles. “Being around you is much more gratifying than having sex.”
“How so?” I pressed my chin right beneath his pecs to stare into his handsome face.
“Just is.” He looked up at the ceiling for a moment. “When I know I’m ’bout to see you, even if it’s only while I pick up Waverley from dance or when I know we ’bout to kick it, I get this weird ass feeling like shit is gon’ be aight.” His eyes reconnected with mine. “It’s almost like you erase or eclipse allthat shit. So nah, I would never choose to stick my dick in one of these hood rats over kicking the shit with you.”
“That is so sweet,” I whispered, not expecting that answer from him.
“I don’t know what it is. It’s the truth. You like my grown version of those Peeps.”
“Peeps? Like the marshmallow ducks?” I frowned, and he smirked slightly with a quick bob of his head.
“When I was younger, like seven and eight, my mama used to bring ’em to me because she knew I loved ’em. This was way back when you could only get them muthafuckas during Easter. So getting ’em outside of that holiday was like a treasure for real.” He reminisced. “And every time I would see her pull a box out of the bag, every bad thought, problem, or worry I had would vanish for the moment. You give me that same feeling.” The corners of his mouth lifted subtly into the faintest smile. “Matter fact, that’s yo’ new name—Peep.”
“Anyone else calling me that would get a stern slap to the face, but it’s cute coming from you.”
