“Sss... gah... fuck,” I groaned into her neck as my body jerked.
I couldn’t move if I wanted to, especially with my dick still throbbing inside of her. Once I somewhat had myself together, I looked into her face and realized that I had just fucked up, and this shit was no longer fake.
***
I woke the next morning with Tink tangled against my body. This shit felt foreign, but it felt good. I was up early as hell, but I had to be at CPC at ten for practice. It was now almost six. I wanted to take Tink to breakfast, but we needed to get up if I planned on being on time for practice and for her to make her class on time.
“Tink,” I called out as I brushed her hair out of her face. “Tink,” I called her name again as I kissed her exposed shoulder.
“Hmm?” she hummed but still didn’t move.
“We gotta get up, Tink,” I mentioned.
She lifted her head and squinted at me before looking around the room.
“What time is it?” She finally asked.
“Ten minutes to six.”
You would’ve thought I said the building was on fire the way she shot up.
“As in six o’clock in the morning?” She frowned. “Boy, what the hell is wrong with you?” She fussed.
I had to look at her before I spoke because my initial reaction was to pluck her between the eyes for talking to me like that, but I let her have it.
“First of all, take that shit down a few octaves. It’s too early to be fussing at a nigga. And yes, six in the morning. I have practice at ten and I know you have class today, and I wanted to take you to breakfast before we part ways,” I stated. Since the TV was on, I saw the features on her face soften. “Straighten your face and come on.”
I got out the bed and pulled her with me. We trekked to the bathroom where I went straight to the toilet to piss while she washed her face. Once I was done, I shook and flushed before joining her at the sink.
We stood at the sink in complete silence as we finished our hygiene. Once we were done, I turned the shower on and went to the closet to retrieve a towel and washcloths for her.
“Thank you,” she responded.
I watched as she undressed and stepped into the shower. I was going to shower in the other bathroom to save time, but after seeing the water beat against her skin, that idea went out the window just as quickly as it came. I wasted no time peeling out of my boxers and joining her. When I stepped inside, I took the washcloth from her and proceeded to wash between her legs. I remained eye contact the entire time, and I swear this was some erotic shit that I didn’t even know I had in me. After making sure she was clean, I threw the washcloth down and picked her up and slid right into my new favorite place.
“Damn, Tink,” I mumbled into her neck as I stroked her against the wet shower wall.
I needed to make this quick, or we’d be eating a protein bar for breakfast. She must’ve had the same idea because I felt her pussy muscles squeeze around my dick and that shit made me weak in the knees.
“You ain’t playing fair, baby.” I kissed her lips as I increased my speed.
The feel of her scratching at my back and the water beating down on the both of us was enough to send me over the edge.
“Shit, here it comes,” I announced as I abruptly pulled out of her and released onto the shower floor.
“Now move so I can clean up... again.” She playfully rolled her eyes and hit me on the chest.
“You got it, Tink,” I laughed as I joined her.
***
We were finally out of the shower and dressed and headed for breakfast. As we headed to the front, there was a knock at the door. With Tink by my side, I opened the door and came face to face with Kendra.
“What is this?” She asked like she had a right to.
“Wassup, Ken? What you need?” I asked, ignoring her interrogation.
“I came to make your breakfast,” she said eyeing me and Tink.
