Page 50 of Tyriq & Teaira
“I saw two tables and there are three therapists. I want a couples’ massage. You deserve a massage too, especially before you leave for a week of going hard at the combine.” Before he can object, I walk back inside and tell them where to set up. The shortest woman hands me two plastic wrapped disposable gowns and tells me to undress down to my comfort level. WhenTyriq walks in, I hand him one of the gowns. “We need to get naked,” I tease and he adamantly objects.
“Don’t try me,” he grits and I grin.
“You can leave your boxers on. So can I ask what they are doing in the kitchen?”
“Go be nosy,” he says and I don’t hesitate.
When I enter what my mom would consider a dream kitchen, the pretty mocha sister with braids wrapped in a high bun lifts her head. She’s standing in the middle of a marbled wrap around island. The other woman is standing at one of the sinks and water is running. I don’t see the man.
“Miss Teaira,” she greets me.
“Hey. You are?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Mona with A La Carte. I would shake your hand but,” she shrugs because she’s chopping bell peppers, “We’re your cooks for the weekend. We’re preparing brunch now. We can discuss dinner later and we’ll be back in the morning for the Mother’s Day brunch?”
“Mother’s Day brunch?” I question and her eyebrows raise.
Tyriq steps behind me. He wraps one arm around me then kisses the top of my head. “I invited your mom, my mom, and Quay so my ladies can enjoy Mother’s Day together after I leave. This cabin is yours till Monday so you can let them stay after brunch or you can make their asses dip. I’m leaving that to you.” His hands tap my hips. “Let’s go change. They’re ready for us.”
I’ve been planning this all week. When it clicked that I was leaving for the combine on Mother’s Day, I knew I had to do something. Mick knows everybody, and if I need something to shake, he makes it happen. He hooked me up with A La Carte. They were totally booked for this weekend. Hell, everything and every place was but he made some calls. I booked the massages and paid extra for the last-minute appointment. The cabin rental was the easiest. The reservation clerk is a huge Lions and Royals fan and when I gave my name, this cabin became available. Her mom, Miss Diane, helped me pack Tee’s small luggage over the phone. It took a lot but seeing my baby stretched out on the bed, relaxed, full, and knocked out made all of the planning worth it.
The cabin is cleared out and quiet. Since A La Carte won’t be back until six to prepare our dinner, I left Tee upstairs to rest and I’m down in the bottom level. Quay will have the room down here if Teaira lets them stay, which I know she will. It’s a king suite with a private bath like the other two rooms on the top floor. Up there, there’s also an open area with a couch with a queen sleeper sofa.
This lower level is what sold me though. Aside from the bedroom, there’s a game room with a full-size pool table and an old school air hockey table that can flip over to a foosball table. It even has a multi-game arcade table with five throwback games.
Right now, I’m in one of the theater style seats watching the large flat screen TV in the corner of the room. To prepare for my upcoming week, I’m watching and critiquing my gamefootage. There can be no mistakes during the combine because at the end of the week, the only thing that will matter are my stats. I need to rank high in all areas: standing reach, wing span, standing vertical leap, max vertical leap, shuttle run, lane agility, and three-quarter sprint. The plan is to walk in as a predicted first-round pick and leave with that prediction solidified.
About an hour and a half into game footage, I hear slight crackling sounds on the stairs and look up. Tee is coming down dressed in one of the little lace sets I packed, the white one. Our baby is transforming her perfect body and she looks even more beautiful. Her titties are fuller, her hips poking just a little more, and her lower stomach is starting to form a tiny bump. Her face looks almost angelic, even with all of her hair partially covering it.
“I searched this whole big ass cabin looking for you,” she says when she steps down into the room.
“My bad. I didn’t want to wake you. Your mouth was open and you were snoring,” I joke.
“I do not snore!” she snaps while laughing. Her eyes scan the game room. “What’s through that door?”
“Another bedroom.”
“Oh, then they can definitely stay and be comfortable. There are two big bedrooms on the top floor. Tell them to pack a bag and I’ll tell my mom.”
“She’s already packed and ready for tomorrow. She packed hers when she packed yours.”
“And she picked this? Lace and see-through?” She smirks while spinning to give me a full view.
“Nah. That was all me,” I say as I slap then grip her ass cheek. “I like these lil ass shits. Yo’ ass sits just right in ’em,” I tellher as my eyes take her all in again. I swear I can look at her all the damn time.
“Well, can I sit this ass on you?” she asks.
“Where? Here?” I hold out my tongue and she smiles. “Or here?” My eyes dart down to my dick that’s already bricking up.
Her eyes trail from my mouth to between my legs. They linger on my dick for a moment, then she licks her lips. She steps right between my legs then rests on her hands on my thighs.
“Quick change in plans.” She smiles, runs her tongue across her bottom lip again, then eases down on her knees. Her hands move to my shorts and she tugs on the top of them. “Can I change the plan?”
“Hell yeah,” I answer. She can have whatever the fuck she wants from me, especially when she’s looking at me like this. Without wasting any more time, I raise up and pull my shorts and boxers down.
Her soft ass hands wrap around me. Slowly, she licks the entire length of me then plants a kiss on the head. Next, she embraces my balls with one hand then uses her other to guide me into her mouth. I damn near cry when the tip of my dicks hits the back of her throat.
Watching her take me all in while resisting gagging is sexy as hell. She makes sure to keep her eyes focused on mine the entire time and I watch them stretch as she deep throats my shit.
