Page 54 of Anything Necessary for Her
Falling back against the bench, his hands moved absentmindedly up and down my sides and hips before he said, “You gon’ be a problem, Miss St. Thomas.” He licked his lips, eyes low like he was high as hell but also in deep thought.
Gripping the front of his wife beater, I tugged him upward before hugging his neck. He didn’t protest, moving his hands under the nightie and gripping my bare ass as our lips crashed together. Our kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and hungrier as our tongues came in contact.
Moans escaped both of our mouths as I caressed the back of his head, and his hands moved about, groping my ass as if it belonged to him.
“Low.” I sniveled, feeling his mouth latch onto my neck as he began to suck on it. I pressed my pussy into his hardening dick and began to grind imperceptibly as Mariah the Scientist sang the last few lines of her song.
“Let me call yo’ people and let ’em know ’bout us so we can fuck, Peep,” he said against the skin of my neck, his breath sending tingles throughout my frame.
Giggling, I peeled his hands from my ass and got out of his lap. “I’m not fucking you, Low.”
He opened his mouth to respond, dick tenting his pants again, but my phone chiming and doorbell sounding off interrupted him.
Unlocking my device, I ventured to my security app to see Trayvon on the camera, holding flowers which had been his M.O. the past few months.
“Fuck is that?” Low frowned, unable to see since it was a privacy screen on my phone.
“What?” I asked Trayvon, making Low lean over and see who I was speaking to via the microphone.
He sucked his teeth, sitting upright and shaking his head as he peered out over the balcony.
“I need to come in and talk right quick. Please.” Trayvon adjusted his baseball cap as he stared at my door, looking distressed.
“No. You can’t. If you need to talk to me, it has to be through the camera. Now what do you have to say?”
I could feel my palms become slick with perspiration as I held onto my phone for dear life. I refused to look Low’s way because I could feel the fire radiating off his body from how bothered he was. Usually, I would’ve allowed Trayvon in to sayhis piece, mainly because I was single and could do what I wanted, but also, I felt a little bad for throwing him into the lion’s den that are my brothers.
Sighing, Trayvon replied, “I wanna talk about us. I miss you, and I realize I overreacted a little bit about your brothers.”
“And it took you weeks to come to this conclusion?” I frowned, staring out over the balcony and enjoying the cold wind.
“I—”
“Aye, she busy right now, nigga. You gon’ have to find another fucking time to come through and talk.” Low had snatched the phone.
Trayvon stammered as Low waited for him to respond, before he turned to walk away. I rolled my eyes on the low, seeing Trayvon still hadn’t learned from the situation with my brothers, and while he was a nice guy, I needed a man who had a little more thug in him or at least the initiative to stand up for himself.
Low rose up, tossing my phone into my lap before reentering my bedroom. I made sure it was locked before I did the same, finding him in my bathroom brushing his teeth with one of the many plastic wrapped toothbrushes I kept for when I would be spending a night away from home and wanted to grab something quickly.
I did the same, only using my normal daily toothbrush, and we stood before my horizontally long mirror at the elegant double sinks, brushing our teeth. He used one of the individually packaged mouthwashes I kept for the same reason as the toothbrushes, while I used my bottle, and then he walked out.
No words had been exchanged between the two of us the entire time, but as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom after putting on some more face lotion since brushing my teeth hadstripped it from my face, Low quizzed with hooded eyes, “You on some player shit? You still fucking him?”
Folding my arms as I stood before him seated on my bed, I replied, “How when I haven’t seen him since my brother’s birthday party?” I eyed him as he looked off, still visibly peeved. Steering his eyes toward mine, using his chin, I added, “I haven’t fucked anyone . . . ever.”
I’d gone back and forth on revealing this to Low on several occasions. I’d never been embarrassed about being a virgin at my big age, but being around Low and seeing how sexually active he was and with whom, did breed a little bit of insecurity within me. However, if he didn’t like it, that was perfectly fine.
“What you mean when you say ever?” His eyebrow lifted.
“Just what it sounds like. I’m a virgin.”
“Shit.” He stared up at me, pulling me closer by the hips to stand between his cocked open legs. “You serious, Peep, or you bullshitting? I’m too high for this shit.”
Laughing, I responded, “I’m serious, Willow.”
“Damn. Why? Ya brothers?”
“Yeah fucking right! Maybe when I was a teenager, they could’ve stopped it, but now, absolutely not. I haven’t had sex yet because I had yet to meet a man that makes me feel like he is worthy of fucking me. It’s not like we have to get married after or anything like that, but make me wanna fuck you.”
