Playing With Fire: Part 1

I slipped my hand under the sheets and began to gently stroke Quinton’s dick until his eyelids fluttered open. When he finally turned his sleepy gaze on me, my heart began to beat erratically. We’d had sex almost every day for the past month, but for some reason he still made me nervous as hell. Every time he starred at me with those dreamy brown eyes I just felt like he was exploring a piece of my soul that I’d long deemed off limits. And if that wasn’t enough he had dick for days and knew how to lay the pipe. Just the thought of how he’d bent my body like a contortionist earlier sent my hormones into a wild frenzy. I took a deep breath, forced myself to calm down, and then re-focused in on my hand game. I kept at it until his dick began pulsating and jumping underneath my fingers. When he slowly moaned out my name in a plea for me to end the torture, I knew I had him.

My eyes darted towards the clock on the nightstand. If I moved quickly, maybe I could get him off one more time before I’d have to go…Ronnie was at home waiting on me. I’d lied to him again…this time I’d told him that me and my girl Natasha was hitting a club on the other side of town. He’d reluctantly agreed to let me go out but of course he’d given me a damn curfew. If I made it home even a minute late, I knew all hell would break lose. Ronnie was always looking for a reason to start a fight, maybe tonight I’d give him one. I pushed him out of my mind and pulled the sheets back stopping right beneath the tip of Quinton’s dick.

“What are you doing?” he asked as I perched onto my knees between his legs.

He knew damn well what was about to go down, but he got a kick out of asking me shit like that… freaky ass! I smiled at him and then grabbed his dick which was already sticking straight up in the air. I bent down until my mouth was so close I could feel the heat coming from it. Then I whispered seductively, “I’m about to blow your mind baby, make sure you watch me every step of the way.”

I had just finished buttoning up my jeans when Quinton pulled me between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I really have to go baby,” I said looking at the clock again. If I hit the e-way doing about seventy-five I’d be home on time. I pulled away and grabbed my heels slipping my feet into them one at a time. I was working on closing up the last strap when I heard him say the three words that made my heart stop. I looked up at him in disbelief.

“Did you hear me, I said I love you,” he repeated for the second time while I just stood there with my mouth agape. It felt like something had just sucked all the oxygen out the room and replace it with a poisonous gas.

“Are you serious?” was the only thing I could manage to choke out while simultaneously trying to figure out if he was playing some foul joke on my ass. Yes he had to be joking. Love wasn’t an option…we had that understood. Didn’t we?

“I’m very serious Keke,” he said pulling me towards him again. “I’ve never felt this way about any woman. I know we agreed that it was just sex, but it’s no longer just sex for me.” He stood up and placed his hand on the back of my neck, but I pushed away before he could kiss me. Why the hell did he have to go and fuck up a good thing?

“You can’t just go and change the rules because you feel like it,” I said warily.

“To hell with the rules. People change the rules all the time when they want something bad enough. I’m really feeling you, and I want you to be with me. The only thing I need to know is are you feeling me the same way?”

I was at a loss for words. If I was honest with myself I definitely had feelings for him. But none of that mattered. I didn’t want to end this, but that’s exactly what I’d have to do if he didn’t come to his senses. I looked at the clock again…if I didn’t leave now I’d be late.

“We will talk about this later ok. Have you seen my keys?” I asked while walking over to the nightstand.

“You’re keys? Are you kidding me? I’m pouring my heart out to you…trying to tell you how I feel and you are asking about your keys? C’mon Keke you can’t be that fucking cold hearted!” he practically yelled. I felt myself flinch a little, but not because he’d yelled. Ronnie had yelled at me so much during our relationship that I’d practically became immune to it. I flinched because I knew in my heart I’d have to come clean. That was the only way he’d understand.

“Q…I need to tell you something,” I stuttered.

“Ok then tell me,” he said folding his arms over his chest.

“Maybe you should sit down,” I said feeling the emotions build up in my throat until it felt as though they would choke me.

“Look unless you are going to tell me that you have HIV or that you are a man I think I’ll be okay standing. Just say whatever it is you have to say.”

I’d never really paid much attention to how tall Q was until now. Even with my heels on he seemed to tower over me. His eyes were so intense as he starred down at me that it took everything in me not to look away. “I’m in a relationship with someone Quinton. I lied when I told you that I’m between apartments and I live with my mom. The truth is I live with my boyfriend, we’ve been living together almost three years now.”

 

When I finally pull up in front of the house it was 1:45am. After arguing with Q for damn near twenty minutes and him making it clear that he never wanted to see me again, I’d practically did ninety all the way home. I could feel the muscles in my body tensing up as I unlocked the door. I took several deep breaths and pushed it open.

“So you just said fuck it huh? You come home when you get ready now is that it?” I heard Ronnie say before my eyes even adjusted to the darkness. He was sitting on the couch.

“I’m sorry I lost track of time,” I lied and then hit the switch to turn on the light.

I could smell the liquor coming off of him from across the room. That was strange because Ronnie never drank. “You’ve been drinking?” I asked at the same time that my eyes landed on a half empty bottle of Hennessey sitting on the glass table.

“And you’ve been out fucking!” he said picking the bottle up and throwing it at me. Luckily his aim was shitty and it crashed into the door behind. My mind went into overload as my brain tried to make sense of what he was saying. My alibi had been air tight and Q had no way of contacting him to tell him anything. How the fuck did he know? I put my arms out to ward him off and began denying his accusations as he launched up off the couch and stormed towards me. I braced myself expecting him to slap me which was what he usually did whenever I did anything to piss him. Instead he wrapped his hands around my neck and slammed me up against the wall. “Natasha told me everything! You think you a slick motherfucker huh bitch?” That was the last thing I heard him say before I passed out.

 

 

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