“What if my panties dirty?”
“I wouldn’t judge. Why you thank I asked you to come wash yo’ ass?”
“Fuck you, Tunan.”
I pushed the door closed, but he was quick. Swallowing down his fish, he pulled my back into his chest.
“I’m just fuckin’ witcha.” Lowering his head to the side of my neck, he took a whiff. “You smell good… Like always.”
“Nope. You already fucked it up,” I tried saying as normally as possible, like my being in his embrace wasn’t turning me on.
His nose nuzzled my neck. “Real shit.”
“What I smell like then?”
“Shitt…” He took another whiff. “You smell like… positive pregnancy tests and my pockets being emptied from buyin’ anythang yo’ pretty ass blinks at.”
Shoving my elbow into his hard abs, he grabbed my arms and held them at my side.
“I’m just fuckin’ witcha, my baby.”
Jokes or not, I was getting on birth control immediately. There was always truth in a joke. Lee Lee was enough for this house.
His finger grazed my thigh, sending electric jolts straight to my pussy. I had to pray this desire for this man off of me. Tunan and I didn’t know each other very well, but our bodies were like magnets whenever we were near each other. I’d never been so sexually in need. I mean, I liked to get a good nut, but I could live without it. With Tunan, it was just different, and I hated it, especially since he was my play husband.
His fingers pressed into the side of my thigh, with his nose still in my neck. When he trailed it up, pushing past the shirt that came right above my knees, my legs trembled. He reached my panties, hooking them around his fingers, and pushed them down. Once they were down far enough for me to pull my feet through, I stepped out of them. He then pulled the shirt over my head. I was now standing in my birthday suit and cold as hell.
“Get in the tub, ’fore I bend yo’ ass over the sink.”
Please, bend me over.
He placed a kiss on my neck and let up, and a part of me cried on the inside. I wanted him, but I would never say it out loud.
“You ain't ready for dat yet. We’re gonna get you on track, and den, we can resume all sexual activities.”
“Tunan, please. You ain't all that.”
I’m lying like Mama now.
I eased into the tub, the hot water doing nothing to put out the fire between my legs.
With my shirt and panties in hand, he went to the hamper and lifted the lid. He dropped the shirt in and paused at the panties. Placing them to his nose, he held eye contact as he inhaled deeply. If I didn’t care about my hair getting wet, I would have submerged myself in the water.
“Smells good as fuck,” he said before dropping them in the hamper.
“You’re nasty.”
“As a muhfucka, love, but you knew that.” He winked.
I let my arms float in the water as he pulled a blunt from his pocket. Tunan smoked like a chimney, much like the rest of the men in the mob. He flipped the switch for the air vent before walking to the tub.
“Ma dukes mind smoke?”
“She smoked for years after she left my daddy. Stopped when she got a cancer scare.”
He nodded. Instead of sitting on the toilet, he slid down the wall near the tub’s faucet and planted himself on the floor facing me. My chest rose as I watched him run the lighter down the length of the pre-rolled marijuana. Soon, the funk of his drug filled the air as he pulled on it. With his legs stretched in front of him, smoke covered his face, and the way it danced in the air had me biting back a moan.
How was it that everything this man did was a turn-on?
