Page 83 of Love's Free Will

I stepped forward, hoodie in hand. “I can give you a tour of the house if you want.”

She shook her head. “Nah, I’m good.” She reached her hand out to take the hoodie and when she saw which one it was, she chuckled. “I can’t believe you brought this.”

“Shit, I love this hoodie.” I told her. “But lowkey, I didn’t know Cory packed it until I saw it a few days ago.”

“Well, thanks.” She turned to leave, but I caught her wrist. I wasn’t ready to let her go, wanted more than just these few short moments of alone time with her. Besides, I was tired of being in her presence and not feeling her touch, the softness of her skin and those pretty ass pouty lips.

Averi froze. I didn’t say a word; I didn’t have to. When she looked back at me, I just knew, and she did too. Maybe she felt everything that I had been feeling. The night had been going so well, and things just felt like old times back in Atlanta when we’d be chilling, drinking, and smoking while in the studio working. Back when we were happy, when Zay, Malachi and King hadus laughin or when we had them laughin with our constant bickering.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer into my body. She didn’t pull away, so I pulled her even closer. Then, our lips met—slow at first, just a few pecks, then one of us slipped in some tongue; didn’t even matter who, all that mattered was it happened. Our kiss deepened and grew urgent. Her hands fisted in the front of my tee, and I groaned low, pulling her into me like she was oxygen.

The weed, the liquor. Her.It was all too much and not enough at the same time. I kicked the bedroom door closed with my foot, then we stumbled toward the bed, her fingers tugging at my shirt and mine tugging at hers.

With her shirt over her head, I unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground and then went for her leggings. But before I could get them down, before we went any further, she looked up at me, breathless.

“Wait, have you been… safe and tested?” she asked quietly. “Since the last time we— I mean, I haven’t been with anybody else but we both know you?—"

“Yeah,” I nodded, already grabbing my phone. “I can show you my results on MyChart if you need to see them.”

“I know this is horrible timing, but I would like to see. I just don’t want to use condoms; we never have and having that barrier just doesn’t?—”

“I get it.” I replied logging into MyChart and pulling up my last results which I had gotten done a week after I had gotten here.

I handed her my phone and she looked it over briefly before tossing the phone. “Good enough for me.” She replied before pulling her own leggings down, aggressively pulling my sweats and boxers off and then getting on her knees in front of me.

I hissed as she wrapped her hand around my dick and placed it in her mouth humming a moan causing my head to fall back for a brief second before I looked down at her, watching as she fisted me while making my dick disappear in and out of her mouth.

“What did I say about no hands?” I groaned trying to keep my voice from cracking. “You know better.” She removed her hand, sucking and slurping, saliva falling down the sides of her mouth. “Look at me mama.” I said voice low and commanding. Her pretty brown orbs found mine. “Fuck you look so pretty with your mouth full of my dick. That’s right baby, get that shit wet.”

My fingers found their way around her ponytail, using it as an anchor to steady me as I fucked her face. “Keep your eyes on me Averi. Fuck, you so fuckin’ beautiful baby. Damn, I love you. I’m about to cum baby, can I come in your mouth?” her soft moan was all I needed before my seeds exploded on her tongue and down her throat. Tingles traveled from the bottom of my feet up my back as I shuddered.

I pulled her up off the ground and placed a sloppy kiss on her lips; tonguing her down, not giving a single fuck that my cum was just on hers. I pushed her back on the bed, spreading her legs before diving headfirst between her chocolate legs. Her loud moans filled the room and honestly, I could give two fucks how loud we were with a house full.

I had been craving her taste, painfully so. for weeks since the last time I had her pussy in my mouth. I reached up and grabbed her breast in my hand, thumbing her nipples with one hand while using the other to finger fuck her while sucking her clit.

“Oh God,” She moaned arching her back slightly off the bed. My tongue explored up and down her folds, savoring her juices as they seeped from her pink center. The familiarity of her scent, her taste made my dick brick back up in an instant. As I stuckmy fingers between her walls, I felt her pussy tightening around them.

“Let it go baby.” I groaned against her lips. “I want all of that shit in my mouth.” Seconds later, her legs started shaking and I looked up in time to see her eyes damn near rolling into the back of her head before she exploded on my tongue. “Mmhm.” I lapped up all of her juices then pulled back to watch her ride out the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Keep them legs spread, you hear me?” She nodded and I positioned my dick at her tunnel. “Legs open Averi.” She spread them wider. “Good girl.” I bent down and kissed her as I entered her then wasted no time in making my dick disappear inside of her pussy.

And just like that, we were gone. Months of tension spilling over into this one night.

I wokeup to sunshine piercing through the slats of the blinds, warm light cutting across the bed in thick golden lines.

A groan rumbled in my chest as I shifted, reaching out instinctively — expecting soft skin, wild hair, her warmth still pressed against me. But my hand met nothing but cold sheets.

I sat up, confused, still half in a dream. The other side of the bed was empty. Her side. Sheets rumpled, pillow indented, but no Averi. Not even a damn note. No hoodie, nothing left behind, no trace of her. Except her scent, it was everywhere. On my pillow, in the sheets and on my lips. I sat there, jaw clenched staring at the empty space like it would answer the question that played on a loop in my head.

Why’d you dip again, Ave?

I shouldn’t have expected her to stay. She made it clear that she wasn’t tryna do this. She told me she was protecting herpeace and needed space. But last night… last night felt like more than just sex. Then again, maybe that was just me. Maybe I was the only one still stuck in the moment.

Stupid ass.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and dragged myself to the bathroom. A long, hot shower helped clear some of the fog, but my body still ached, and my head throbbed from all the drinking and smoking. Still, I was wide awake — just irritated now.

I threw on some black Nike joggers, a clean white tee, my slides, and headed downstairs. The smell of leftover wings hit me first, then I heard the crunch of someone biting into something. Zay’s ass was sitting at the island, shirtless, dreads tucked into a high bun, mouth full, going to town on what looked like lemon pepper flats and fries.

“Mornin’, lover boy,” he mumbled around his food, eyes gleaming with amusement. “You sleep good?”

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