Page 78 of Anything Necessary for Her
Like always, our kisses became hungrier by the fucking moment, as we fell back onto the bed.
Banks’s lips migrated from mine to my neck, down my chest and toward my privates all while she stroked my dick that didn’t need much help coming back alive.
“Tell me how you like it?” she questioned, moving beside me but keeping my dick in her hand.
“Suck the tip like you would a popsicle, so no teeth,” I instructed, beyond aroused at the sight of my dick in her soft hand.
She did as she was told, sucking the head of my dick and making me moan unintentionally at how warm her mouth was.
“Like that?”
“Yeah.” I nodded profusely. “Don’t try to abate ya spit either. Let that shit flow, and use two hands so you can stroke the whole thing while you suck on as much as you can,” I educated, letting my head hit the pillow as she did just what I told her to. “Fuck.”I slid my fingers into her soft, thick, long hair. “You follow directions good as fuck, Peep. Don’t worry ’bout being pretty. You pretty as fuck already.”
“I’m used to taking instructions and following plus remembering them.” She licked around my head before sucking it back into her mouth, using both hands and her abundance of saliva to jack my dick.
After I informed her to occasionally suck my balls while continuing to stroke me, Banks needed no more coaching. She went crazy, letting her jaws sink in as she sucked my dick as if she were trying to pull medicine out of that muthafucka. She pivoted back and forth between stroking and sucking my dick, to suckling on my balls while stroking me.
“I’m ’bout to nut, Peep,” I grumbled through labored breaths. “You gon’ swallow or—” I couldn’t finish my sentence because she was topping a nigga off too good.
As I busted, she held her tongue out with her freaky ass, letting me decorate it and her lips before sucking the rest from the tip.
“How was that?” she had the nerve to ask.
“You the freakiest virgin I ever dealt with.” I eyed her skeptically.
“I hear stories, Low-Low, and it’s easy once you told me what to do. Plus, I was able to gauge what was your spot by your moans.” She broke it down like it was simple math as she lay beside me. “I swear that is theonlydick I’ve sucked.”
“Make it the first and fucking last, Peep.”
She giggled as I shook my head, fighting the urge to pass out with my thumb in my fucking mouth.
Today would surely go down asone of my worst practices for several reasons. I could barely focus because of all the conflict between my brothers and me, and secondly, I hated that I had to do a dance with Nikita.
She was so annoying, and it was difficult to ignore her little snide comments that she made under her breath. Shit would be a little bit easier if she was a trash ballet dancer, but she was top-tier, rivaling me.
“Oh my gosh. Carolyn, I promise, Dante and I can do this one alone.” Nikita huffed when I fucked up for what felt like the hundredth time today.
“Could you?” I hiked a brow, feeling my dance partner Calvin’s chest heaving behind me from panting. “You couldn’t even get the solo.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” she shouted, turning to me fully.
“I don’t? We both auditioned and I got it. The only thing close to a solo that you have again includes me. I think I know exactly what I’m talking about. Today may be an off day, but every other time, you need to be taking notes instead of hating.”
Nikita started toward me, so I decided to help her and close the distance as well. Calvin and Dante grabbed us both at the urging of Carolyn.
“Look, Banks, Nikita is right that you are not on your game this afternoon. However, Nikita, Banks is also right that she has the solo in this show, so let’s keep the rude comments to ourselves. While I understand we all have an off day, you two are my best dancers, and I expect professionalism not only on that stage but behind it as well. Am I clear?” Carolyn folded her arms, her dark hair pulled back into a taut bun today, light skin flushed and making her look even meaner.
“Yes, Carolyn.” Nikita and I replied in harmony.
“Great. Five-minute break.” She clapped once and very loudly before stepping out of the room and into the hallway.
The exit door that led to the parking lot opened before a white man, covered in perspiration and holding a large bouquet of hot pink roses peeked in. He looked as if he’d been out in the hot ass sun all day, making deliveries, and wasn’t too happy about it.
“Delivery for a Banks St. Thomas?” He read off my name from a device.
Standing from the floor that I’d sat on to gather my thoughts and hydrate, I made my way over, taking the big floral arrangement as Nikita mumbled something that I was sure was her hating like usual.
“This belongs to you as well.” The man handed me a baby pink envelope. “Sign here for me, please.” He smirked nicely, despite how distressed he’d looked upon his arrival.
