After we broke the kiss, we gazed drunkenly at each other. “You smell so good,” he whispered, kissing my neck and jaw and then the curve of my breasts above the neckline of my dress.
While I was still enjoying those sensations, he moved me to the sofa and spread my legs.
Maintaining eye contact with me, he lifted my dress to reveal my wet, exposed nakedness.
“Good girl,” he murmured when he confirmed that I had obeyed instructions.
It was all so hot and I felt more liquid coat my sex.
My breath coming out in short puffs, I watched as he brushed two fingers over my sex, making sure to graze my clit.
Damn, it felt so good.
When he brought his head to my mound, I almost lost it before his lips even touched me.
“I love the way you smell. I’m so addicted to it,” he said before plunging his tongue into my pussy.
That was when it hit me. I kept answering his booty calls because of this. He was not just a good lover; he was also such a bloody sweet talker, and that was exactly how I liked my men.
I lost all thought as he fucked me with his tongue. The whimpering noises I was making were undignified, but there was no way to remain so when I was being eaten so damn good. He kept going until I came apart on his face.
Licking his lips, he rose. “Delicious.”
When I felt my legs again, I got off the sofa and approached him. He went easily when I pushed him onto it and pulled down his pants, taking him into my mouth.
I sucked like a girl on a mission because I just wanted him hard, horny and revving to fuck me. Usually, I didn’t like penetration, but Levi knew how to hit the spots to make me cum, and I wanted him inside me so bad.
When he was in danger of cumming, he pulled me off his lap. “I want to be inside you so bad.”
My pussy throbbed with anticipation as I rose and found my purse, taking the lube and fingering myself with it while he sheathed himself with a condom.
When he saw what I was doing, his eyes turned glassy. “You’re so sexy.”
I could only moan wantonly, still fingering myself and slowly gyrating my hips.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you now,” he gritted, tugging on his dick.
And I needed him inside me like yesterday.
He walked over to my side and kissed me, moving me while we kissed so that I was balanced against the wall and slipped slowly into me while fondling my breasts. I moaned deeply at the delicious stretch and the sensation from my nipples.
He pulled out slowly and filled me again, his long moan joining mine.
“Fuck me,” I moaned wantonly, overcome by sensations.
“Anything for you, baby,” he rasped before he began pounding into me.
“Oh fuck, yes.”
It felt so good. How did he just know where to hit?
He wrapped his arms around me for support and fucked me harder, drawing louder moans from me.
“Fuck, I missed this. You feel so good around me.”
“Oh yes, fuck me. Right there. Oh fuck!”
I was a mess, and it felt so damn good that I didn’t want to cum just yet, but I couldn’t hold it in either.
“Come for me, baby’” he rasped against my neck, increasing the sensations I was feeling.
With a loud whimper, I hit my peak, coming apart as he continued to pump into me with more force until he moaned loudly and came into the condom.
Later, when we were cuddling in the living room with the TV on even though neither of us was watching it, the words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. “I’m glad I didn’t ignore your messages.”
He turned to look at me, looking curiously hurt. “Why would you ignore my messages?”
I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. “I guess I was a little annoyed with being treated like a booty call. You only text or call when you come to town.”
He stared at me in bewilderment. “So you’re telling me that you would have been okay with me contacting you outside of this?”
I frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
He stared at me like I had grown two heads. “Seriously?”
“Of course, you’re the one who treats me like a booty call.”
His eyes widened, then he shook his head. “Oh lord, women.”
I was getting irritated. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Tracy, how do you set rules for a relationship and then forget about the rules you set while I try diligently to follow them?”
I was confused. Was this another male trick? A cousin to gaslighting, perhaps?
“Explain.”
He snorted. “Babe, you were the one who said the first time we hooked up that you didn’t want anything more than orgasms from me. When I asked for your number at first, you said, ‘No’. That we were done. It was only after I joked about calling you when I’m in town to give you more orgasms that you finally gave me your number. You also do not encourage any other convos when we are together. I know because I have been trying.”
Omg. I thought about it. Was he right? I flipped through my memory pages to the first night we hooked up. We had met at a mutual friend’s house party and hit it off. We had both been tipsy and so horny. When he offered to take me home, I accepted. I also agreed when he asked to bring me here instead, where he was staying while in town. I tried to remember our convos.
“Oh! I didn’t want to give you my number because you’re a diaspora boy, and I didn’t want to get involved with a guy I would hardly see. That arrangement didn’t work out for me in the past.”
“It’s good you remember now, because I was hurt.”
I peered at him. “You mean your ego.”
He gave a half smile. “Maybe a little. But I swear I didn’t just want to fuck. I liked you, and when you accepted to come here with me, I thought we could maybe talk after and hang out or something. But then you said you weren’t interested in any of that. I thought this was all I could get.”
I stared at him, shocked by the turn of events.
“That’s why you never call or text? And I was thinking that you took it for granted that I would still be single and home alone whenever you text that you’re in town.”
He brushed a nervous hand over his face. “Tracy, I’m crazy about you. I’m surprised you never noticed. Each time I send the text, I’m half afraid that you will tell me you’re with someone now.”
I couldn’t believe this. And all along I thought he was just a hoodlum. Maybe it was time to change his name to Levi on my phone.
In the early hours after midnight, while Levi was making us some late-night snacks to restore the calories we had burnt, I sent a message to my girls via our group chat.
Me: EMERGENCY PSA ?? Girls, we have a situation.
In less than a minute, both of them were typing.
Night owls, I thought fondly.
Akua: Has the hoodlum —Oh, I’m sorry—Levi lost his flair? Did the number of orgasms reduce? Why are you texting at this time?
Me: Of course not. The sex was epic. ?
Delali: Okay, that’s good to hear. Does he want you to spend more days with him?
Me: Worse. He’s crazy about me and wants to date me for real. He has been booty calling me because I told him the first night that I didn’t wanna be pals beyond the orgasms.
Akua: Omg I remember you telling us that!
Delali: Yaaayyyyyy. Tracy, I love that for you!
Akua: I know I should be happy for you, and I’m sure in the deepest depths of my heart I am, but I really can’t stand two relationship people in one friendship group. Delali alone is a test of my patience. Two of her will kill me dead. ?
Me: I won’t be anywhere near as bad as her. Also, you never had any patience in the first place. When God was sharing patience, you were too tired from all the bumbum you collected the day before.
Delali: Hey! I’m not that bad. But you’re right about @Akua. The only useful thing she collected from God was a beautiful, juicy ass.
Akua: @Delali, does your bf know that you constantly fantasise about my juicy ass?
Delali: You wish!
Akua: @Tracy All jokes aside, I’m happy you’re making progress with him. I know you like him a lot. Now you can stop pretending that you’re not that into him. You like that boy like mad. ?
Me: Sure! Are you also going to stop pretending that you’re shipping Hudcon platonically? ?
Delali: Lmaaaoooo burrrrrnnn
Akua: I hate you guys. ? ?
Me: Hahaha, we love you too! Goodnight, my loves! Talk to you later! ?
Laughing, I set my phone aside and waited for my booty caller.
