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Briyana
Somehow,I’d ended up at Lance’s house for the entire weekend.
He wasn’t even there from early in the afternoon on Saturday through late in the evening on Sunday. But when he’d offered me the opportunity to “hold down the fort” while he was away, I’d jumped at it since being here was much better than being at my father’s house.
Not that my dad wasn’t making the best of the situation and doing everything he could to support me while I got back on my feet. It was that wife of his who’d made a sport of having me fucked up, constantly nagging me about the most random shit like she didn’t have anything better to do.
Because she didn’t have anything better to do.
With my father fully funding her lifestyle, she was living the life of leisure which I wouldn’t have even knocked if she’d just minded her own business. But ever since she’d found out my stay was going to be much longer than the weekend she’d originally assumed, she’d been finding ways to let her displeasure with my extended presence be known by making an issue of everything I did.
“That’s not how you load the dishwasher,”she’d say, like I hadn’t spent my entire adolescence earning allowance by doing it the exact same way.
“Do you really need that many sneakers?”she’d ask, like her ass didn’t have a closet full of designer heels and wasn’t constantly coming home with bags of new ones.
“That lipstick is a little much,”she’d comment, like anybody asked for her opinion.
And most recently it was,“Maybe if you’d take that nose ring out, you could find a real job,”that almost made me slap her since not only did she have no business speaking on my work situation that she really knew nothing about, but she also had no business speaking on me, period.
Simply put, Lance’s invitation couldn’t have come at a better time. And I had taken full advantage of the peace that came with both him being here and him being away; though I would’ve been lying if I didn’t admit how happy I was to have him back now.
I’d missed him, which was kind of crazy since he’d really only been gone for a little over a day. But apparently, that was just the stage I was in when it came to my best friend who had played an entire football game, traveled a couple hours after the fact, and still came home insisting that it was only right that he celebrate his team’s victory by blowing my back out.
Of course I let him.
I mean, who was I to turn down a good, endorphin-driven fuck?
And because of my great decision-making, I’d gone to sleep smiling and woke up the same way to the sounds of Lance humming as he walked out of the bathroom with his upper body still covered in beads of water from his shower and his lower body wrapped in a towel.
He looked so damn good.
Toodamn good.
Good enough to have me licking my lips as I climbed out of his bed to meet him for a morning kiss. And even though I knew we both had somewhere to be, I couldn’t help myself as I gave his towel a tug to free his dick and then dropped to my knees in front of him for a taste.
“Oh, that’s how you feelin’, huh?” Lance asked amusedly as I started stroking his slightly damp dick in my hand, my grin transforming into more of a smirk as I maintained eye contact while I swirled my tongue against the tip before sucking it to a pop. And when Lance immediately groaned in appreciation, that only motivated me to take it a step further, swallowing a little more of his dick with each dive until my gag reflex told me I’d gone too far.
Lance liked that shit though.
I could tell by the way he cupped the back of my head and pulled me close to elicit the same reaction. And because I wasn’t a punk, I took it in the stride, my eyes watering as Lance started fucking my throat until I was forced to pull away for some air.
I knew my face was a mess.
Like, I could literally feel the tears staining my cheeks and the residual saliva hanging from my chin. But once Lance said, “You look so fuckin’ pretty,” none of that seemed to matter as I gathered the spit in my palm and used it to stroke his shaft when I went in for more while Lance called himself yanking off my bonnet so that he could bury his fingers in my hair.
I should’ve been mad about that shit.
But with his thick fingertips pressed against my scalp and the little tug he repeatedly gave to ensure I continued to look him in the eye while I sucked his dick, I was too turned on to care and too determined to maintain the intensity that had Lance’s gaze full of adoration as he watched me work.
When his grip on my hair tightened, I wasn’t all that surprised to hear him warn, “Shit, you bouta make me cum.” And since that was exactly what I wanted, I didn’t stop until I felt his warm seed releasing into my mouth, the moans that followed making me grin as I stroked him empty and then stuck my tongue out to show him what he’d won before I swallowed it.
“Damn, Yani,” was all he could say once I pulled away to wipe my lips, the way Lance’s chest was still heaving as he worked to catch his breath making me proud of my performance as I popped up from the ground to go clean myself up. And when he joined me in the bathroom a few seconds later, I couldn’t help but smile once he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and pressed a kiss against my bare shoulder before asking, “How am I supposed to be able to take this slow with you doin’ shit like that?”
“Please.A little morning head is nothin’ compared to all the shit you’ve been on lately,'' I argued. “Got the nerve to be all generous with the youth, and your money,andyour home. Not to mention you’re like, crazy good at your job which I findextremelyattractive. And then there’s the whole, looking fine as hell in the morning after spending the night deep in my pussy thing you got goin’ that pretty much made it mandatory for me to dosomethingbecause how could I not?”
I honestly wasn’t even trying to gas him like that, but the truth was the truth. And even though I was the one who’d suggested we take things slow, it was clear that that shit was a lot easier said than done, the arrogant smirk Lance responded with through the mirror making me tingle when he said, “Damn. I guess I am that nigga, huh?”
Instinctively, I rolled my eyes as I finished washing my face off, staying quiet since it wasn’t like I could deny his claims. And that reaction only made Lance chuckle as he changed the subject by asking, “What you doin’ up anyway?”
