Page 26 of Tyriq & Teaira
My eyes journey to the huge bulge in his boxers, and as beautiful as it looks, I’m really too damn exhausted, physically and mentally, for sex. Reluctantly, I sigh then say, “Not tonight, okay?”
“Please get yo’ mind off my dick and lay yo’ ass down. I’m gonna massage you,” he says while shaking his head and I laugh.
“Well, I mean…it’s—”
“Just lay back. Do you have lotion or something I can use?”
“I have oils in my bathroom, under the sink. Get the blue and green bottle, the lavender oil,” I say, sounding all giddy because damn. I can already feel his big, warm hands on my body and I relax just from my imagination.
“Bet. Take that off too,” he says before extending back to his full height.
As he journeys back into the bathroom, I ease out of bed with more energy than I had before, gladly taking my romper off. When I climb back onto the bed, I stack two pillows for my head then lay on my stomach. I’m naked and ready when he comes back to the bed. I feel the end of the bed dip then I feel his warm, strong, coated hands on my feet.
He starts by brushing his hands down both then he lifts my left leg. Both hands cover my foot and he goes to work, rubbing his fingers between my toes, massaging my heels and ankles, then kneading my arches. The odd but greatly appreciated pressure and tenderness feels too damn good. My face falls into my pillows and I release several muffled moans.
“Mmm. Hmmm. Yeah,” I whimper.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“Okay,” I purr but I can’t imagine this extreme pleasure morphing into anything close to painful.
After he’s obliterated every ounce of tension from my feet and the feet of my ancestors, he adds more oil to his hands and moves up to my legs and calves. The same tender pressure is applied, and by the time he reaches my back, I’m damn near in tears, real tears. This has to be what heaven on earth feels like because after he’s spent what feels like an hour on my neck and shoulders, I drift off into a deep, deep, beautiful sleep.
When I realize Teaira is asleep, I ease off the bed, trek into her bathroom, and wash my hands. She’s really knocked out too. She doesn’t even move or make a sound when I move and lift her to get her under the covers. She needs to rest, especially now that she’s carrying my child.
Teaira is pregnant!
This shit is wild as fuck. On DP, I didn’t see this shit coming. Yeah, I’m between her thick thighs and in her fye ass pussy every chance I get but I’m always strapped. Always. I’ve been carrying condoms since I was fourteen. I’ll never forget when Kassir gave me a whole box of them joints. The D-Ville Ballerz had just won our Team 2 tournament, I balled out, and the girls were on me, heavy. He pulled my young ass to the side, gave me the condoms, and told me to always strap up, no matter what any female said. He made it clear that basketball was going to change my life, and with that change, girls and women would be at me. He wasn’t lying either; I had pussy offers that same day.
Because sleep is the last thing on my mind, I don’t slide into bed with her. Instead, I go downstairs and raid her fridge. That lasagna I had last night was bussin’ so I warm a plate of it in the microwave. While it heats up, I taste some of the salad in the fridge. It’s got lobster, avocado, tomatoes, and some other shit in it, but it’s bussin’ too. I get a small bowl and pour more Black Ops Bourdon.
As I grub and down my drink, all types of shit goes through my mind: school, my commitments, the draft, and her.Between my last three weeks of the semester, my four final exams, tutoring schedule, my sponsorships, the draft, and the shit with my family, I was stretched thin.
Despite my bullshit and ejection from the championship game, everything is still on track and it’s looking like I’ll be picked in the first round of the draft. But, now more than ever, I need the Royals to pick me up. They have always been my dream team but now it’s the only option. I can’t be away from her and my child. That absentee father shit ain’t for me; I refuse to be like the nigga who let my momma basically raise me on her own. That’s not an option and neither is her not having my child. I don’t know where her head is. She hasn’t smiled since she told me. She was talking that her body bullshit and she didn’t want to have a real conversation. That’s the shit that has me stressed now. I can deal with anything else but her saying she’s going to some fucking clinic.
As my food digests, I try to push the negative shit out of my mind. I also wash the dishes and wipe the sink and counter down, then trek back upstairs. The Black Ops chilled me out a little so I join her in bed. I power on the TV but turn the volume down. I skirt all sports and land on one of theJohn Wickmovies. I’ll watch it until I tap out.
When I slip under the covers, she rolls her soft body onto my chest and I wrap my arm around her back. My hand caresses her ass, hip, and back as I watch the movie. Before it ends, I’m knocked out too and I don’t open my eyes until I feel her body moving off mine.
“Where you going?” I ask with closed eyes.
“To the bathroom,” she utters. “I have to pee.”
My hand falls from her body and she slides out of the bed. My eyes gladly open so I can watch her walk into the bathroom.When she’s inside, I get up too and head downstairs to take my morning leak. Before heading back upstairs, I grab two bottles of water from the fridge. She’s out of the bathroom, sitting, she’s put her little pajama thing on.
“You didn’t have to put that on?” I tell her.
“You have on clothes,” she says.
“Boxers but I can take these joints off,” I tell her as I hand her a bottle.
“Um. That’s how we got here,” she says with a smile. I exhale loud as hell when I see her pretty ass smile because I haven’t seen it since she told me that she was pregnant. That shit was fucking with me heavy all night. Her smile gives me hope though. “Besides, we can’t talk if we’re both naked,” she adds when I sit.
Once on the bed, I slip my arm around her and pull her closer to me. “You smell like peaches and lavender?” I comment.
“In a good or bad way?”
“Good.” I inhale her again. “Real good.”
