“Damn, you’re sexy,” I rasped,” trailing my free hand up his shirt tracing the contours of his abs with my long fingernails. He trembled ever so slightly, but just enough for me to catch it. During it all he never looked away from my face.
Not long after I started, he was cumming all over my fingers, in thick streams. The urge to drop to my knees and suck him clean was there but he didn’t give me the chance. As soon as his body settled, he staggered away from me. He turned, pulled up, zipped and buttoned his pants. Then he angrily shoved me to the side and left the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He and his companion had left the party before I made it back downstairs. I thought about his reaction the rest of the night. It left me wondering if maybe I should leave him alone.
***
Everything came to a head when Ellis stopped in for a visit. Our parents were out of town again.
King busted in my room as if he owned it. I hadn’t seen him in two weeks. I was kind of over him. I was tiring of chasing him when I didn’t even know where I wanted our brief encounters to go. Did I actually want him, or was the high from making him do what he didn’t seem to want to do what I craved?
Plus, I hated the fact that I seemed to need his attention. I decided to leave him alone until I figured what exactly it was I wanted from him.
I kept reading.
“You have company,” he growled.
I looked away from my book to him. I rolled my eyes.
“Did you by chance get a name?”
“No. I assume it’s Ken,” he sneered.
I immediately knew it was Ellis. He really did remind me of a Ken doll with his blond hair and blue eyes. He was tall with an athletic body and had a tan only good money could buy. We had an interesting relationship. I hadn’t noticed him at first. I wanted his friend Dutch, but fuckboy Dutch said he didn’t like Black girls.
That made no sense to me since he was the color of onyx. He didn’t want me but got all pissy when Ellis showed interest in me. I fooled around with Ellis just out of spite. Best decision ever. Ellis ate pussy as if it were a job.
I got out of bed and pushed past King. He followed me downstairs. When I got to the living room, Ellis was nowhere to be seen.
“You didn’t let him in?”
“No. Why would I?” King said before turning and walking away, but not leaving. He stood at the bottom of the steps watching me with narrowed eyes. I paused long enough to stare back at him.
“Problem?” I asked wondering why he was minding my business and not his.
He cocked his head but said nothing.
I rolled my eyes.
Ellis was gone when I opened the door. That’s when King was no longer interested. He headed towards the den, which had been dubbed the entertainment room. He spent most of his time in there when he was home.
I went back upstairs to my room. I tried calling Ellis, but he never answered.
I had a sneaking suspicious my stepbrother was the reason why. But I didn’t care, because Ellis had been getting clingy. He had gone as far as to ask me what I thought about him going to a school in Atlanta so we could maintain our relationship. As far as I was concerned, we didn’t have one. We hadn’t even had sex, just fooled around, and he was already planning our future?
I already had planned my next four years in my head. I was going to spend them concentrating on studying so I could get into a good law school. No boyfriend, no commitments. I just had to find a way to tell Ellis that. But at that moment none of it mattered. I went back to my book.
King stuck around that night. I could hear him walking back and forth in his room as if he were pacing.
Eventually he came into my room.
He leaned his tall, pale body against the door frame with his arm folded across his chest. He watched me. I could tell he was waiting for me to acknowledge him. Which is exactly why I didn’t. If he had something to say, he would have to just say it.
Another minute passed.
“Who is the boy?” his tone filled with jealousy.
My eyebrow rose. I sat up in my bed and watched him back. He was shirtless, his black sweatpants rode low on his hips. “What does actual sex feel like?” I asked instead of answering him.
He just stared at me for what felt like forever, then he’d walked further into my room his eyes held an ominous gleam I hadn’t noticed before.
His being in my room for the first time made it feel too small. Too childish. Momma had decorated it all pink and frilly. She didn’t know me at all. There was stuffed animals and posters of boy bands on the wall. I hated it before and hated it even more with him being in it. I knew he already thought I was too young to do what we did, and the pink unicorns on my bedspread wouldn’t help change his mind.
Heat radiated from him as he stared at me. “You’re a virgin?” His voice shook along with his hands, and I knew then what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me and take my virginity, and I knew how to get him. My heart began beating faster in anticipation. I could read the possessiveness in his eyes. Saw that the thought of being my first was making him weak enough to break him.
“Yes. I’ve done other stuff, just never been penetrated by a dick. Tell me, please.” I batted my eyes and pouted prettily for him. King was too easy to read. He was attracted to my supposed innocence.
He walked further into the room. He came over to my bed and crouched down to meet me at eye level.
We went from talking to touching. Then something came over me. I grabbed him by the back of the neck, dragged him to me. I kissed him how I suspected he’d like, deeply, slowly, and languidly. He kissed me back, took control. He lit a fire in my pussy that I felt over every inch of my body. That led to me begging him.
“If we do this-- from this moment forth, you’ll be mine and you’ll be doomed, because being with me is going to drain you bit by bit and I’m going to be the only one who can replenish you,” he warned.
I lowered my voice real soft like. “I’m okay with that, Ashford,” was my answer. I knew how to press his buttons.
The muscles in his shoulder became coiled with tension.
I knew in that moment he’d given up. He would stop trying to fight what was inevitable. The energy in the room shifted.
I closed my eyes just for a second to revel in the fact that I’d broken his will.
When I opened them a wicked almost cruel smile came on King’s face. Suddenly, I felt as if I’d been tricked, as if I were no longer as in control of the situation as I had thought. I swallowed hard. He crowded closer. In one swift motion, he reached for me. He tangled his hand in my hair and snatched my head back. I hissed. My scalp burned and tingled. My heart was going ape shit in my chest.
He leaned in and trailed his thick tongue down my neck then back up again. I moaned when his teeth nipped at me ear.
“One day you’ll look back on this moment, and I want you to remember, you asked for this. Begged for me to wreck you,” he rasped out. “And since you think you’re in charge, lil girl. Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he whispered against my ear. His words sounded menacing, but they didn’t scare me, not until our eyes connected. My heart skipped a beat. For the first time I saw it, the anger, the malice, the murkiness that lay behind his dark irises. My fate. He would ruin me, just like he’d said. Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure if I had trapped him or he had trapped me. At the moment it didn’t matter. I was going to fuck him anyway.