Night Owl 🦉- Part 24
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“Bonjour my love!” Deaysha’s smile beams over the phone as she looks at her handsome man on FaceTime.
“Wassup Babygirl? When imma see you next? You know I can’t be waiting too too long to have you close to me. I want to be in your skin, beloved.” Trevante says, with a smoldering look and lick of his plump juicy lips, as if he can see her figure from her head to her toes, when only her face was exposed.
“That’s what I’m calling about. I need you to be ready by 7pm tonight. I’m pickin you up.” She says with a bright smile, clearly proud of herself.
“To what do I owe the pleasure Tommie? You want me to do that special thing with my…”
“Okay, okay, hush! You are in public Trevante!” She says in a whisper-yell.
“I’m just asking. Your wish is my command baby. I just need some you in my life right about now.”
“What happened? Something wrong? Who I gotta beat up?”
“A whole thug. I will tell you later when I see you. Now what am I wearing later since you have everything all planned out?” He says after a good chuckle at her lack of hesitation to fight bitches on his behalf.
“Hmmm, something scrumptious for sure. Make yourself quite lickable because I intend to be doing just that for quite a while this evening,” she says with a knowing smirk as his eyes widen.
“Well shit, why wait for 7? Slut me out right the fuck now Tommie!” He says with all seriousness as she giggles.
“In due time, my love. For now, I left you a little something on the bed in your room when I left this morning. Go open it and think of me. Ponder the events of the evening and get hype. See you in 3.5 hours baby! And you better be ready on time Mr. Diva!”
“A nigga not ready on time one time cause your nut ass uses up all the hot water and now I’m the late one? Get outta here with that shit Tommie!” He says as he skakes his head.
“You’re obsessed with being just like me, aren’t you? Just admit it?” She says with a fake stank face.
“That’s you, the way you steal each and every item of clothing I have, even my shoes that you can’t even really wear for real. Imma just buy two of everything now, cause this is ridiculous.” He says with fake annoyance, knowing deep down he loves seeing her around campus with his clothes on.
“As long as you spray a little cologne on it, I’m straight! I can’t help it my baby is just the shit and I wanna be in his skin at all times,” she shrugs.
“That can be arranged,” He says, staring at her lips, as she bites the corner of her lower lip.
“Where you say you was at again, Deaysha?” He says as he starts the car ignition up.
“Uhn uhn! I didn’t because you are not scooping me up and getting me distracted Trevante! Don’t think my government will keep me from my plans this evening! I am strong girl! I can resist your charms!”
“Tell that to that pretty ass pussy that stay exploding for Daddy. Matter fact, put her ass on the phone, she’ll tell me where y’all at,” He concludes with a nod.
“No. Only thing we can do for you is tell you we’ll see you at 7 and go open your surprise! Bye!!” She says, blowing a few kisses before hanging up.
Back in his apartment, he sees a gift box on his bed. Black wrapping paper with a black bow. A black envelope with a note enclosed.
“I find it (not) funny that I must find out the date of your birth from other negroes that are not you. Because Lord help if it was the other way around, I’m sure I would never walk again. However, since I’m such a generous lover, I want to spoil my baby for his birthday! (Don’t you ever play with me like this again!) Love you and enjoy!”
Unwrapping the gift, he finds a pair of sneakers he considered buying a few weeks prior and deferred to another time when he wasn’t as tight financially. She must’ve snuck back and got them. A smile as big as Texas slowly spreads across his face as he tries them on and dials her number. As soon as it hits voicemail, a text comes in at the same time.
“You’re welcome! I promise not to steal them. Love You!”
“Love you too. Daddy def doing that thang tonight. You better do some stretching,” he says with a gif of a guy doing wild shit to warm up in the gym.
Releasing his phone to the bed after playing Fallin’ by Joey Badass, he heads to his closet in search of his most lickable outfit, as requested.
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6:58pm
Standing in the mirror, Trevante takes a final once over. Finalizing the black on black ensemble with a spray of cologne in all her favorite snuggle spots, he was ready to go.
Barely making it through the exiting door, Trevante is stunned to stillness. Standing outside of her Chevy Equinox, his baby took his breath away in a mesmerizing black number, plotting a map over each and every curve. Her flowy braids coming together in a loose low bun, curly ends flowing freely, shaping her beautiful face.
Taking his time, he soaks in every detail of her. Matching his flow with the black on black and gold accessories, he particularly loves the golden anklet with her black ankle strapped heels. For sure, by the end of the night the heels would turn to gladiators of some sort, but he couldn’t lie, the effort was so sexy.
With a scorching intensity, his gaze lingers on her frame. Eating her up and causing her temperature to rise. Without even a word spoken, he extends his hand once he reaches her. Spinning her around ever so slowly, he grunts as he takes in each singular detail. Closing the gap between them, she holds his hands as he looks down into her eyes. His gaze so hot, her cheeks burn from smiling before letting her head fall, for reprieve. Lifting her chin with his index finger and thumb, his smile now matches her own.
“Open your mouth.”
The simple command causes her eyes to turn to saucers.
“I’m not going to repeat myself.” He reminds her pleading eyes.
After a deep breath, she obliges his request. No sooner than the lowering of her jaw did this man spit in her mouth before devouring her completely.
Mere seconds feel like hours as their tongues dance. Hard tugging and suckling until they broke for air. Trevante not hesitating to devour her neck as oxygen replenished her lungs.
“Imma do the most freaky shit thus far to you this evening Tommie. Don’t make no fucking sense how edible you look!” He says, shaking his head as their eyes lock again.
“Happy Birthday Daddy!” Deaysha purrs, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for yet another sucking face session.
Completely lost in sucking on his bottom lip like her life depended on it, only his hands making their way under the slits of her dress awakened her back to the present.
“Whoa. Hold on! Hold on! I have plans for us.” She tries to intervene as the full consumption behind his eyes told a completely different story.
“As do I,” he murmurs against her lips, spinning her around, extending her hands out onto the SUV before yanking her to him from behind, the arch an instinct at this point.
“Baby please. Let me treat you right for your birthday. Okay?” She pleads breathlessly, trying to lead him to the passenger door, getting pulled into his arms and wrapped up in him as she tries her best to wiggle from his grasp.
“We can do this, okay baby? Just one little bit at a time.” Unsure whether trying to convince herself or him, she manages to open the door only for him to sit in the passenger seat and pull her onto his lap.
“I told you, you need tints on this shit,” he says, lowering her dress and suckling a tasty hardened nipple into his mouth.
“We have a strict timeline tonight, Trevante!” She says, completely out of breath and options, only managing to smack his wandering hands and bite him anywhere she thought would be uncomfortable.
“You know I like that random shit, baby,” he says, lifting her dress above her waist, preparing to unbuckle his pants.
“Look at me!!” She yells to get his undivided attention.
“You unhand me right now, or all this body in your hands will be off the table. I would hate for you to suffer on your birthday, but if you make us miss the plans I made specifically for you, I will have no other choice.” She spits out, trying to reel her breath and desires back in.
“Okay,” he says with raised arms to his sides in surrender, hearing the seriousness of her voice in the moment, knowing she meant business.
Readjusting her dress, she climbs out of the passenger seat. Taking a few seconds to get her composure before sliding into the front seat. After selecting her neosoul playlist, placing her seatbelt on, and giving him a peck on the lips, she was off.
After a few minutes, the sex mania in the air quelled significantly and regular conversation resumed.
“Why wouldn’t you tell me about your birthday Baby? I’m a little hurt you wouldn’t say anything to me in advance. Do we even know anything about eachother?” She asks, the flare for the dramatic weaving in as she caresses his chin and beard at the red light.
“Is it weird that I’ve never really paid much attention to the day?” He says, taking her hand, turning it palm up and kissing and sucking on the pulse point in her wrist.
“Focus!” She snatches her hand away from puckered lips. “What do you mean? Tell me more.”
“Birthdays are fun and all but growing up, most time I had other shit to do. I put on a couple parties here in college but those shits played out now. I would only want to be with you anyway, so since that was the plan, I didn’t see a reason to deviate. I wasn’t intentionally withholding information, it just slipped my mind that I hadn’t told you. I thought with the “girls these days love astrology” convo we had, we got all the specifics cleared away.” He says, trying to grab her arm again as she swats him away.
“Yeah I think you were so taken aback by my Taurus bullish ways being “so spot on,” you wrote down my birthday and forgot to say yours.” She says, making a mental note to come back to the “other shit he had to do” growing up instead of properly celebrating or being celebrated for his birthday. He wouldn’t have to worrry about it this year. He was getting the Birthday King special tonight, if there ever was such a thing.
“It made so much sense, I felt I should’ve guessed it myself. A food connoisseur, hardheaded and stubborn as hell, clearly a freak, and… a little crazy,” he adds, cautiously eyeing her from the side.
“I have zero qualms about my crazy. Do you?”
“However you are is however I love you. No doubts. Ten toes down always.” He says without hesitation as a smile slowly spreads across her face.
“Aww you love little old me?” She teases.
“With everything that I am and all I will ever be, yes,” he answers with such a seriousness it brought tears to her eyes.
“Trevante!!! You’re gonna make me cry!! Since when did I become this big love of your life?” She asks, dabbing the corner of her eye. Good thing she wore waterproof mascara.
“When I felt like no matter what, you had to be in my life. If you wanted the sun, moon, or stars, you would have them. If you wanted the Earth tilted this way over the other, I would have to personally figure out how to make it happen for you. I don’t rest if you aren’t happy. I don’t know how I’m going to survive you in medical school cause let any motherfucker say something slick and tears come from those eyes over it, I have to kill ’em. No questions asked, bodies must drop and heads must roll.”
Laughing and full on crying, she peeks over at him between looking at the road.
“If I pull over, will you know how to act?”
“Hell no.” He answers quite honestly.
“I just want to hold you a little. You got my heart and feelings all open and I just want to pour love all over you and tell you how much I love you too.” She says as he wipes the fresh tears from her cheeks.
“Okay, pull over.” He says with the same serious tone.
She looks back and forth between the road and him, uncertain of what she should do.
“I won’t promise not to do anything, cause you get to pouring love all over me as you say, and you’ll be getting filled with something of mine, and true love will pour from you in a different way. But, I will try. That’s all I can promise.”
When she looks at him with questioning eyes, she’s met with a reassuring smile and a sweet caress to her cheek. Turning within the next few blocks, she follows the signs to a nature park, and parks in the lot. He could see she needed a safe space to process and feel her feelings, and he would be just that.
Getting out of the car, he walks to her side before opening her door.
“Come on baby,” he says extending his hand to her as she gets out of the front seat, attacking him with a tight bear hug.
Lifting her chin, he presses his lips gently to her soft glossy lips. Pulling her close with his hands at the sides of her neck, he puts his all behind his kiss, letting his lips convey a thousand tales, all ending in her being his baby. Swallowing her lips and tongue, he smiles as she starts writhing in his arms, trying to stifle her little whimpers. Sucking on her bottom lip like a juicy little lollipop, her face flushes with a nice rouge hue.
“Where are you going?” He smiles, finally pulling away long enough for her to get a good breath in. Wrapping her arms around him, he snuggles his face in the crook of her neck.
“I don’t know. You kissing the shit out of me. Making me feel things,” she says against his chest, holding him close.
“Feel things, huh?” He says with a slick look on his face, his lips going back to work with a new destination, the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Babyyyyyy,” she whines, pressing her thighs together, the frustration making her stomp her foot.
“Yes, baby” He says with a smirk, rolling his tongue along her tender flesh before suckling it up into his mouth yet again. Backing them up against the side of the truck, the way she was pushing and pulling on his shirt, he knew it was only a matter of time.
“We was supposed to be doing something else…talking about how much we love each other and being all soft and lovey dovey,” she says trying to slide away from him before a hand to her waist pulls her right back.
“You don’t hear all this conversation these lips are doing? You don’t feel me talking to you?”
Stomping her feet as if having a temper tantrum, he doubled down on the now passion mark on her neck. Her whimpers turn to pants as he squeezes her against the car, impressing his body as a mold to hers. He decides to be generous and relieve her agony with a well positioned knee.
“Cum.”
Just like that, she snaps. A shuddering release travels through her body as she squeezes his shirt so tight, he thought it would rip.
“Such a good little baby.” He praises, holding her and rocking her from side to side. “Go get in the front seat,” he says, placing a sweet kiss to her forehead before walking her to the passenger seat.
“You’re such a meanie. Got me out here not knowing my own name when we have a whole itinerary. I can’t stand you!”
“You truly can’t stand me. I can tell by the way you literally won’t let me go,” he says, trying to back up as she holds on tighter.
“You can’t drive to your own birthday surprise,” she says against his chest.
“Just put the address in and not the name of the place, it’ll be fine baby,” he says, giving her a kiss as he fastens her seatbelt and goes around to the driver’s seat.
“Ready to go, Buttercup?” He says laughing at the stank face she was giving him.
“Let the record show, I will show you a good time tonight despite you trying to destroy me at every turn. I’m going to take this little nap because me and my kitty are a little tired, but when we get where we’re going, it’s on!” She declares before reclining the chair, and snuggling into a comfortable position against the window.
“Yes ma’am,” he says with a big wide smile, caressing her booty as he pulls off.
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Ok, so now I REALLY need to fight someone because I have no record of being tagged in this and YOU KNOW this is my story addiction. I was literally re-reading the story from chapter 1-23 and a little down that there wasn't anymore...only to peruse your page and see this lovely addition.
*takes a DEEP breath*
Ok, so I love the rapport that Deaysha and Trevante have; their phone convos are too damn sweet.
I too would like to know what other things were going on with Tre as a child that he didn't really celebrate his birthdays like that. I remember that he was really close to his grandma, but I don't remember there being any real mention of his parents, so I wonder if that relationship is strained or non-existent. Either way, I'm happy that Deaysha is, or at least is trying to, celebrate his birthday and surprise him.
The all black ensembles is cute or whateva lol. I'm usually not a fan of the lovey-dovey-matchy-matchy relationship shit, but I like it on them. Not to mention that I'm excited to see what Deaysha has up her sleeve for Tre's birthday.
Looking forward to what's up next and hoping that bs-ass tumblr lets me see the fucking notification.
Me coming back on here after an infinity to see this commentary!!!
Tumblr is dumb but I’m happy it was a pleasant surprise! This review was also a pleasant surprise for me too Boo!
You are absolutely correct, that’s all we know so far about Trevante’s fam and childhood but we’ll dig a lil more into it as we go.
They are my only version of couples goals and we truly love to see it!
Once grad school unhands me, I can get back in my writing bag. Till then, we’re all missing them. I pass my time reading the black indie books on kindle. They’ve been quite entertaining and I bought me some books about writing too so some of these unfinished can be finished. When I get back, my pen finna slay and slang all around here lol. Thanks for being patient and still supporting me!
