His Brightest Gem (Urban)

On A Kickstand

My bones ached and my core was sore but as I stretched with a satisfied smile, I didn't care. 

My hair was curly from the shower last night but, like my soreness, I couldn't have possibly cared less.

I looked over and bit at my lip when I was face to face with Khalil. His eyes were closed and his mouth gaped open while lights snores escaped. Sh't, he should be tired because after last night. . . Damn.

One of my neighbors had to bang on the wall a few times because we were getting loud. I'm never one to make a lot of noise but he was giving it to me good and the walls are thin so. . . Oh, well.

I slid my hand under my pillow and grabbed my phone. Opening snapchat, I started recording with one hand while playing with Khalil with the other. I laughed at the camera angle as I flicked at his bottom lip making gurgling noises. I tried not to laugh so hard when I opened my mouth and , "Boy, if you don't!" He jerked awake and glared at me, "Come'on man." That's when I busted out laughing.

The video stopped and after watching it I posted it to my story.

"Talkin' bout me playin too much. Look at'chu."

I leaned over and pecked his cheek, "Come on babe. Help me with breakfast."

"No."

I smacked my lips, "And why the hell not?"

He closed his eyes, as if going back to sleep, and said, "After all that begging you did last night I don't wanna hear another damn command out of you for at least three more hours."

I rolled my eyes, "Oh, so now you think you run something?"

He lightly chuckled, "Yeah."

"You are not my daddy."

"That's not what you was screaming last night."

I twisted my mouth at the thought. Damn, he got me. I couldn't help it though. Kahlil's stroke game is nine-thousand so can you really blame me? But. . .Damn. . .Last night I was saying all kinds of things. 

"Oh, f.ck! Kahlil, Kahlil, Kahlil!"

He sucked on my neck as he gripped my ass between his straining fingers. I was pinned to the tile wall, practically being held up by his length.  

"Oh shit. That's my spot." On my neck he had a hold on my most sensitive skin and inside me. . . Damn, he was hitting spots that have only been in play a few times. 

He grunted, "F.ck," and slowed his thrusts for a few short seconds before going back at it. I couldn't help but to rotate my hips against his, grinding onto him. 

"Faster," I panted. I must've looked like a sex-crazed b'tch because at this point, halfway to my peak, I knew I could make some demonic ass faces. My eyes were crossed and my mouth open in a silent scream. 

"Faster?" he whispered, going my desired speed.

I couldn't even care about the pain when I threw my head back against the wall and cried out. "Yes! Baby, yes!". . . 

"I know you thinkin about it now," he smirked with his eyes still closed.

I smacked my lips, "That's only because my period is coming and you know how I get."

"Mhm, period my ass."

I thumped him upside the head as I sat up. I leaned over the bed and grabbed the oversize shirt from the night before and threw it on.

"I'm boutta go make some grits, sausage and pancakes and guess who ain't gettin any?"

"Man I wish you would come back in here with a big ass plate for yourself."

"Watch me."

***

"Don't you have class?" Kahlil muffled with a mouthful of pancakes. I glared at him. This n'gga was really eating off my plate.

I snatched the fork away from him and continued to eat my sausage angrily. "Not until one. My first class had testing and since I already completed the exam last week, I don't have to go."

"Aw, my baby smart," he grinned, wrapped his arms around my waist in a childish manner. 

I groaned, pushing him away from me, "Get on with that!"

"Why you so damn moody?"

"Boy you know I don't like you touchin all up on me. And give me my damn plate, you ain't slick."

He chuckled, sliding the plate closer to me. "Aye, I gotta head out and meet with Kenny and them."

I frowned, "I thought you was meetin with them Thursday."

"Today too. He helped me out at the garage the other day so I gotta help him out with something."

"Something?"

He breathily laughed, "Nothin' Diamond." He leaned over and kissed my forehead before getting out of the bed, heading into the bathroom. 

I finished my plate and joined him in the bathroom while he was brushing his teeth. I grabbed my toothbrush and proceeded to do the same. Once we were both finished he got dressed in the clothes he packed in his bag while I stripped the sheets off my bed. I was on my way back to my room with clean sheets when I felt his arms around my waist.

"You gon' miss me?"

I rolled my eyes, "No." Knowin I was lyin. "You comin' back tonight?"

"I might. Matter on if some customers make their appointments or not," he mumbled, his lips pecking at my neck. 

"Khalil," I breathily laughed, "Help me put the sheets on my bed."

After finishing making up the bed he grabbed his bag and made his way to the door. I stood next to the door and reached out my arm for him once he opened it. He raised his brow at me.

"You be safe," I said, a small smile playing on my lips.

This was routine because although he tells me one thing, I know he's doing the other. I don't wanna go identify no bodies or anything. 

He sent a smile back my way that I knew was one of guilt and leaned down, kissing my lips before doing the same to my forehead. "Alright."

He left out the door and right when I was about to close it he yelled back, "No Diamond, I'm not trynna see yo p*ssy do backflips on a kickstand!"

"Ugh, Khalil!" I yelled back, knowing my neighbors hear every damn word before slamming the door.

 I hate his ass.