Page 57 of Simply Complicated
He puts me down and finally acknowledges Junie and Tasha in the room. “Hey guys. How are you?”
“Seeing that kiss, I think I’m pregnant now.” Tasha clutches her chest.
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My heart is racing. I feel small beads of sweat forming on my forehead. The clock is ticking and my throat feels parched.
All eyes are on me and the pressure is on me so hard, and so tight. It’s like someone put their foot on my neck and won’t let up. I feel like someone just delivered several blows to my chest and I can’t breathe.
“Well…” Savior glances at me. “…can you?”
I let out a deep sigh. This game really sucks. “Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Raekwon the Chef, Method Man, the RZA, the GZA, Ghostface Killah…” Ooh, there’s always two members of the Wu-Tang I always forget. I’m stuck. I can’t remember them. “I honestly don’t remember the other two.”
Junie and Tasha glance over at Savior. “Can you name all nine members of the Wu-Tang Clan?” Junie asks.
“Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Raekwon the Chef, Method Man, the RZA, the GZA, Ghostface Killah,” Savior turns to me, “Inspectah Deck, U-God, and the newest member, Cappadonna.”
“I hate you,” I laugh.
We ordered a pizza and wings, and just watched old hip-hop videos on the TV. Savior and Junie talked to each other about their hip-hop knowledge, while Tasha and I talked about random gossip we saw on IG. It felt normal, like we’d always done this and it’s just a regular night at the house.
“Has Andrea tried to contact you?” Tasha asks me and I shake my head. “She’s still mad, huh?”
“King J is still locked up.” I reply. Junie plays his beat for Savior, and Savior nods his head along to it. He’s telling Junie it reminds him of some producers named Teddy Riley and Chuckii Booker. “As long as he’s locked up, she’ll always be mad at me.”
“I heard he might be getting out soon, though. Word is he’s singing about who his supplier is.” Tasha’s eyebrows raise. “He’s not implicating your dad, though. Word is he’s saying it’s Jalen.”
That explains the flowers from before. It also explains why Jalen wanted me to hold something of his and was pissed that I refused. Out of curiosity one night, I looked up Jalen’s other birds and they all dedicated messages of love and protection to him. Pathetic. Jesus be some self-esteem and a feminist movement.
The problem with Jalen is, if what is being said about him is true, King J has boys who have deadlier heat than anything Jalen can provide. Not to mention I heard a rumor Jalen may have soured a deal he made with another gang and they’re looking for him as well.
I still don’t feel bad. I’m glad I was able to get away from that whole situation before I was the one caught up in some mess. But there’s an eerie feeling things aren’t well and it’s only a matter of time before someone gets killed.
“I’m going to turn in, guys,” Savior gets up and yawns, “I’m beat and I need to rest before that jet lag kicks in.” It’s already midnight and Savior’s been here for several hours.
“I’ll head in, too.” Seeing how exhausted Savior is, we probably won’t have sex but that’s fine. I just want to feel him snuggle up to me.
We head back to the bedroom and Savior immediately strips down to his boxer briefs and tank top. I undress down to my booty shorts and cami tank and slide into bed. Savior joins me a short time and snuggles against me.
His breath still faintly smells like the Blue Moons he’d consumed. His body is warm and soft and I can feel the outline of his washboard abs against my curves. He snuggles next to me, and kisses the back of my neck. The familiar hum of eroticism appears between us and I push my ass into his crotch more.
“Mmmm…” Savior purrs as he kisses my neck more. “…did you plan on sleeping a lot tonight?”
I wasn’t planning on sleeping at all but I didn’t know how bad Savior’s jet lag was. Feeling how hard his cock had become, I have feeling he’s not suffering at all. “What do you have in mind?”
“I plan on making you come hard and throughout the night.” A free hand squeezes my small breast and travels down to my midsection. “I want the neighbors to know my name.”
“Mmm, I’m sure they do already.” I turn around and climb on top of Savior. He kisses me with heated passion and his hands explore my body. It always feels like it’ll be last time he’ll ever see me when he kisses me. His tongue plays with mine, and he gently sucks on my lips, savoring their fullness with each touch.
He cups and grabs my ass, claiming me with two forceful slaps. They hurt but it’s a delicious pain. It’s a pain that makes me want to do anything he asks me to. Eagerness and desire soars through my body, curling my toes, and slightly arching my back. We’re only kissing and it feels like I’m on the cusp of orgasm.
I inhaled his scent, relishing it as his thick length teased my sex. It’d been two long weeks and I need to feel his soft thickness inside of me. I need Savior to once again claim me, own this body, and never let me go.
I’m hopelessly in love with this man and I’m too far deep to climb out of the abyss.
I sit up and straddle him long enough so I can pull off my shirt. Savior sits up with me and immediately dives into my breasts, squeezing and licking them. My nipples tighten with pleasure as I feel Savior’s pointy tongue play between them. His mouth covers one before he takes over the other. He sucks on them as if small titties are going out of style and he needs to hurry up and get them before they’re gone.
“You got me so wet, baby,” I purr to him. “My pussy is aching for your cock.”
