Page 3 of Tyriq & Teaira
“Whatever! If he calls your ass right now, you’ll answer,” she says.
Although I can’t confidently say I wouldn’t, I firmly say, “I doubt it. I’m too damn tired.”
“He won his game tonight and he’s going to the championship. At least call that man and congratulate him. Good night and call me tomorrow once you’ve slept.”
“Alright. Good night.”
After ending the call, I down my wine then close my food container. Carefully, I climb out of my bed with my food tray in hand and journey downstairs. I place my leftovers in the fridge, put my popcorn in the pantry, clean my tray and tumbler, then head back upstairs. I’m barely in my bed when my cell vibrates. When I flip it over, I see a text from Riq.
Riq:U up?
I don’t answer him right away because I’m battling between my damn mind and body. Every ounce of my common sense knows I’ve worked four fourteens in a row. I’m tired as fuck and it’s late, after midnight. My response should be absolutely-the-fuck-not. But it’s him. . .Tall, sexy, fine ass Tyriq. When God created this man, he did his big one: rich latte skin, sexy eyes that could capture any soul, a chiseled, athletic body beautifully littered with intricate tattoos topped off with big ass hands…that skillful tongue…and glorious dick.
Me: I am. Why?
Riq:Open the door.
As soon as our team buses pulled up to Arena House, I rushed into my apartment to shower. Being the star player on the basketball team has some dope ass privileges. Arena House is a dedicated housing complex for all CFU basketball players. Not only do I have my own modern one-bedroom apartment, but in Arena House, I also have access to two pools, a rooftop, study rooms with MacBooks, a state-of-the-art gym, and huge lounges with a golf simulator.
While I love everything about my crib, after winning the spot in the championship that all those haters thought we wouldn’t, my California king bed with my comfortable ass mattress was the last place I wanted to be. I needed to celebrate with something thick, fine, and soft as fuck. I wanted to be here, with her.
Tea:What door?
Me: I’m outside.
Instead of back-and-forth bullshit texts, Teaira responds by turning on the light on her small porch. I smirk, knowing that in just a few minutes, she’ll be downstairs opening this door for me.
She’s different from others females I fuck with. Well,havefucked with. Real shit, after the second time she let me between her thick ass thighs, I fell back from the other girls.There was no comparison. Besides having the perfect ass body, she’s just cool as fuck.
Teaira is a real ass woman on some grown ass shit. She ain’t with the bullshit and she doesn’t dick ride. She doesn’t care about all this championship, basketball, and draft shit. She knows it’s part of my life and I know she lowkey cheers for a nigga but it’s not the reason she fucks with me. It’s not why she’s opening this front door, looking good as hell in these tight ass shorts and little shit.
“Damn. That’s how you do?” I utter as I inhale her usual sweet peachy scent. The best part is I know she tastes just as good as she smells and the thought has my shit bricking up already.
“I was in bed,” she says.
“You gon’ let a nigga in?” I ask as she steps back. As soon as I step in, I wrap my arm around her then invade all of her space. Her titties press into my chest as I press her body into mine more. “Why you always smell so damn good?” I ask as my hands move to her phat ass. I love the way it has weight to it and sits in my hands.
“Why you always grabbing my ass?” she fires back, then grins, making her pretty ass face even prettier.
“My hands can’t help that shit.”
“Well, can you free me so I can close the door?”
“Nah. I got that and my hands can stay right here.” Using my foot, I kick her door closed and she just shakes her head.
“Boy, I still have to lock it,” she sighs.
Reluctantly, I drop my hands from one of my favorite spots and she walks over, locks the doors, then sets the alarm. My eyes follow her ass and thighs in them tight shits. Teaira isfine as fuck and my hands love to grip and caress every inch of her, especially the extra ones.
“C’mere,” I tell her as soon her alarm beeps. She starts to step back toward me, but because I want her sexy ass right now, I can’t wait. The minute she’s in arm’s reach, I pull her to me.
“Congratulations,” she says sincerely.
“Thanks. ’Preciate that.” My hands caress her back then I lean down closer to her pretty ass face. “But what I get for winning?”
“We can go upstairs, climb in my bed, and cuddle,” she teases. The way her big, dark brown eyes stare into mine I know cuddling is the last thing she wants. It’s for sure the last damn thing I want.
“Nah. We won and I made the final, winning shot. It was sweet as fuck. I’ve earned more than some cuddling,” I tell her.
