Page 5 of Tyriq & Teaira
Her eyes peer into mine for a minute then she gives in. She locks her arms around my neck and I continue up the stairs. I’m ready to get her fine ass in bed so I can break her down properly. The wall was just the beginning. I need her to sit on my rock-hard dick. Dropping or hurting her is the last thing on my fucking mind. When we enter her room, I trek over to the bed then ease down. My hands move from her ass to her shirt and I remove it, exposing her big, pretty titties.
“Lay back,” she utters while gently pressing her hands on my chest. When she licks her lips, I comply and fall back on the bed. She leans in then runs her hands up my shirt. Her eyes look up at mine then she smiles. “My turn,” she says before unbuttoning my sweats.
My body instantly relaxes and my dick stands at attention when she pulls it out. Not only is Teaira beautiful as fuck but she’s sexy and freaky as shit. Taking her time, she swallows my dick, slurping and humming on it until I can’t take it no more.
“Shit!” I groan. “Fuck, Tee.” Slowly, she releases me then climbs up on my chest. As she kisses my chest, I lightly tap her ass. “Condom,” I say.
She plants another kiss on my chest then raises up. She intentionally places her titties in my face as she reaches out to the small dresser on the side of her bed. I don’t waste the opportunity. While she grabs the condom, I suck her pretty brown nipples.
“Mmm,” she moans.
Once the condom is in her hand, she eases up and starts to open it. I’m hard as shit and dying to fill her up, so I take over. Inrecord time, I open that shit and put it on. While smiling at my impatience, she straddles me then eases down on my dick.
“Fuck,” I groan on first contact.
Like a pro, Teaira rides me until she comes twice. Then I flip her over and pound her pussy until she comes again and I fill the damn condom. We lay in silence, both trying to recover our breaths. After a few minutes, she inches over to her usual side of her bed. Normally, I would let her slide, but tonight I’m not ready for any distance. I want her all over me. It’s my final year at CFU and I just secured my team’s place in the championship. I’m so close to the NBA I can fucking taste it. Tonight, I’m truly celebrating, right here, up under her.
“I’m too tired to go downstairs. Can you let yourself out?” she says.
“Nah. I’m staying tonight,” I tell her.
No strings. No commitment. Just fun. Two friends with bomb ass benefits.
Rolling over and falling asleep on Tyriq’s long athletic body instead of getting my tired ass out of bed and letting him out last night just threw all of our rules out of the window. Admittedly, the first time we fucked over the summer, he did stay over but I was a little bit tipsy. That was a rookie mistake. After that night though, we had a long conversation, openly discussed our differences and goals, and set the boundaries that we just broke.
Tyriq spent the night and he’s still here.
“Shit,” I utter as soon as my bladder wakes me up, and thankfully, he doesn’t hear me. I’m not ready to deal with this or him. At least not before another few hours of sleep and a caramel cappuccino.
As carefully as I can, I peel myself out of his arms and off his body. Then I ease out of the bed and creep out of my room, deciding to use my downstairs bathroom. I don’t want to risk anything waking him up before I can wrap my head around him staying.
When my bladder is empty and my hands and face are washed, I head to my living room. I stop dead in my tracks at the sight of my shorts on the floor. While shaking my head, I scoop them up and take them to the laundry room under the stairs. After placing my shorts in my stacked washer, I grab a tee and panties from the dryer and cover my naked body.
Instead of going back upstairs, I grab my favorite purple and white Delta Alpha Zeta fluffy throw off my extra-large accent chair and get comfortable on my sectional. It’s only ten after nine, too damn early for me to be up after my long ass shift. In less than five minutes, I’m knocked the hell out and my eyes don’t open again until I feel his large frame looming over me.
“What time is it?” I ask without opening my eyes.
“Eleven-thirty. I gotta dip. Practice at one,” he says. I open my eyes to see he’s fully dressed. “Can I see you again tonight?”
“Don’t you have a game?”
“Tomorrow night I do, but tonight, I want to be with my good luck charm.”
Slowly, I sit up and stretch my exhausted but completely satiated body. Thanks to him, I’m still tired and could honestly sleep another two or three hours but his words temporarily wake me up.
“Since when am I your lucky charm?”
His light brown eyes sparkle then he smiles smugly, letting me know he’s about to say some slick shit. “Since you first let me—"
“Boy, please. Don’t even say it. We both know you don’t need luck. Nobody works harder than you on the court.”
“Hype me up then.” He smirks before nastily kissing my lips. “Stay here on the sofa. Don’t get up. I can get out.” He pecks my lips again. “Just let a nigga in when I come back tonight.”
Before I can object or say anything, he turns and walks to my door. Then it hits me. I have to get my ass up. My alarm is set.
“Wait,” I say then ease off my sectional. “I gotta turn my alarm off.”
“You could have just told me the code,” he says and I squint.
