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The door barely was shut good before you were kicking your shoes off and dropping your bags on the nearby couch. It was a day to say the least—work was irritating; too many questions, too many people, and whatever his name was was on his good bullshit again in your messages about wanting to take you out but has also made zero plans to actually do anything. 

You toss your boho braids into a messy bun while walking to your bedroom, digging through your drawers to find something to throw on around the house. “a quick shower, find me something to eat and then light that blunt.” you mumble to yourself going through your after work plans. “Orrrr, I could shower, smoke then eat?” you ponder out loud as you move to the bathroom turning the shower on, letting the steam fill the space around you. 

You make quick of undressing, taking a good look at yourself in the mirror; taking note of the dark circles around your eyes & just how tired you look. you shake your head and get in the shower letting the hot water soothe your aching muscles. 

Cause is it really a good shower if you aren’t basically boiling yourself? 

You finish up your routine with skin care and lotion yourself up before putting a big t-shirt and shorts on. Moving back to your room, you dig out your old stash box from the top of your closet. Opening it, you grab a pre-roll & a lighter. You light the blunt, inhaling deeply letting the smoke fill your lungs. Puffing your cheeks to hold the smoke for a second before slowly exhaling; blowing the smoke along with the stress of the day out. 

“Now if only I had some dick waiting for me, that would’ve been great.” you say giggling. 

Holding the blunt between your fingers, careful not to burn your nails again. You start walking to the kitchen when your phone’s ringtone stops you mid stride. The eye roll that you unleash came deep from the soul, until you saw the name on the caller ID. 

“cam😵‍💫”

The heaviest sigh comes out but you still answer. While propping your phone up on the counter in your kitchen, the FaceTime call takes a moment to connect, then you’re greeted with his dammed but handsome face. 

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?” voice syrupy sweet, dripping with sarcasm. 

“I can’t just check up on you?” he asks feigning shock. 

You take a long pull from the blunt again, mainly to avoid saying something snarky. “It’s never just a check up with you.” You say while letting the smoke out again. 

“You right…it ain’t never just that with me.” he chuckles. “But seriously, wassup?”

You shrug, not knowing really where to start; “I’m okay I guess? I don’t know. This job is getting on my nerves, so are these niggas and I don’t know what’s in the air today but it’s like everybody just was being stupid. You take a deep breath after your small rant; taking another hit before asking him, “What about you, what’s going on in your world?” 

You really didn’t care to hold back with Cameron at this point. He was what you’d call comfortable. A failed situationship turned friendship? Using the word friend very loosely here. You and him tried to make it work before, the love and feelings were there. He gave you just enough to keep you holding on—never enough to make you stay. Yet, you and him could never really leave each other be. 

There wasn’t a big fall out between the two of you, just a mutual agreement. He promised to be there for you—which only muddied up the lingering feelings you had for him—but you had to set a boundary because it’s so easy to fall into those same routines with him. You dated other men sure, they just didn’t do it for you like he did. 

Not tall enough. 

Too clingy.

Not strong enough. 

Didn’t know your body like he did. 

All fuck ups. 

Or you were just set on finding issues with every man that isn’t him? 

You tune back into the conversation catching the tail end of him mentioning some training camp he has coming up before the season starts. You nod slightly, “Another year in the books, you think y’all going all the way?” You say, as you turn around to dig in your fridge for something to eat. The last time you ate plus the weed you’re smoking, it’s like you’re starving. 

You moved to your living room after smoking and eating. The stress of your day finally off your shoulders. You and Cameron still were on the phone, the conversation between the two of you still light. Until he asked:

“You dealing with anybody?” he asks. 

You pause, shifting against the pillows on the couch to get more comfortable. “Why?” 

“I can’t ask?” A moment passes between the two of you before he continues. “Or I can’t do that no more?” he cocked an eyebrow. 

You fold your lips in on each other, a small smile forming across your face. “Be my guest…however, that don’t mean I gotta answer.” you reply, voice even. 

His eyebrows raise while humming lowly. He’s used to this with you—the push and pull, the hard exterior. It’s what attracted him to you back in college. He knew the real you under the facade—the soft version of yourself. The version he knew he wasn’t worthy of but still received. 

“You tryna be funny but it won’t be funny if I pull up and we have this conversation face to face, love.” He says, his attention fixed on you. 

“You wouldn’t.” you challenge. 

“You know I would.” 

Light knocks on your front door bring you out of the light nap you were taking. You sit up, hearing the knocks getting heavier. Taking your time, you walk to the door but before opening it, you pause. 

“Cameron, I know damn well—“ you exclaim, opening the door and seeing that shit eating grin on his face. 

“You gon let me in? Or I gotta get on my knees and beg?” Same grin on his face. 

You fold your arms across your chest, meeting his eyes. 

“You ain’t getting on your knees for nothing.” You mumble, stepping aside for him to come in. He brushes past you without a second thought as if this was all a formality. 

Once the door shuts, the space between you two feels smaller. You didn’t realize how close he was until you turned around. Your eyes meet his once again, this time you can see the heat smoldering in them. 

“Don’t get all quiet on me now…keep that same energy you had on that phone.” he murmured.

You smack your lips, “You drove all the way over here for that? you tryna prove a point to somebody?” 

“Yeah…you.” He replies, closing the space between the two of you. You take a step back bumping into the wall. You hate how your breathing changed. And you definitely hate how your heartbeat settles deep between your thighs. 

Cameron notices the shift in your body too. “You ain’t gotta keep pushing me away ma,” eyes focused on your mouth. 

“it’s only prolonging the inevitable…ain’t it?” his gaze lifts back up to you. 

A moment passes, “Just say the word and I’ll give you what you want.” 

Your lips part slightly but nothing comes out. Cameron’s hand brushed against your jaw, tilting your head back just enough. You exhale a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You leaned into him—you wouldn’t dare give him the satisfaction of you saying it—as his lips met yours. 

The kiss starts slow, a soft moan slipping out from you. His hands drops to your hips, gripping tightly. You wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes. He pulls you in closer, while deepening the kiss. He picks you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Breaking the kiss fully, he catches his breath before saying

“It was just too much for you to just say it huh? Wouldn’t give me the satisfaction.” He tuts. 

Fighting the urge to yet again roll your eyes, grip tightening on him. “Cam…shut up and fuck me.” You whined. 

Cameron might not be able to communicate using his words but he definitely was trying to tell you something tonight. Your legs rested on his shoulders while he drove himself deeper into you. This position was always his favorite; he was able to pay attention to every little shift of yours. He pushed your legs back even more, practically folding you in half. 

Clearly he thinks you’re a gymnast of some sort. 

He must have read your mind, bringing you back to the moment, “Uh uh, stay with me.” swiveling his hips on the last word as he leaned down closer to you. Your moans getting louder now because of the angle. You pulled him closer to you by his signature chains that were in your face. The kiss you shared was messy; the sounds from the each of you mixing together to create a filthy soundtrack to the night. 

“You hear how wet she is for me baby?” he murmurs in your ear, lips brushing against the lobe. You moaned in response—the mix of him fucking you and talking to you too much.

 “She missed daddy didn’t she?” He continues. This time you nod quickly.

“You missed daddy, huh?” he asks, slowing his hips. “Fuck…yes.” You breathe; your response shocking you.

The dick can’t be that good, it’s just been a while for me.

You try to come up with some sort of reasoning for you to fold that easily. Those words only spurred Cameron on. The break that you thought you were about to get? Gone. Back to proving a point. Sounds were just falling from your lips at this point. He pushed himself up on his knees, looking at where you were connected. An even filthier scene to match the ambiance. 

Your legs fell to the bed wide open, giving them a well needed break. You watched him through hooded eyes as he took his thumb after sucking on it to your clit rubbing in small circles in tandem to his strokes. Your moans got higher in pitch. You gripped your breasts, pinching your nipples between your thumb and index fingers; the more stimulation the better. 

“You gon cum fa’me?”

“Right fuckin’ there, oh my—“ you moan. Squeezing your eyes shut, that feeling you know all too well washes over you. His name a plea that’s freely flowing from your lips through your whole orgasm. 

He’s right behind you: strokes messier, low groans turning into higher pitched ones, a thin sheen of sweat on his skin. 

“Where you want it?” he grunts out. 

Instead of giving him an answer, you show him by wrapping your legs around his hips, crossing them at your ankles. 

“Oh it’s—“ he starts but is quickly interrupted by a long groan as he empties himself inside of you. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he pulls out.  You whine from the loss of contact, but that was quickly replaced when he pulled you to the edge of the bed by your ankle. 

Cameron’s licked a quick stripe up as he groans directly into you. His eyes trained on yours as he at like a man starved. He pulls back enough for you to see the lower half of his face soaked with the mix of you and him. 

“We taste good together.” he groans lowering his head back between your thighs as he works to pull the second orgasm of the night from you. He slides two fingers inside of you and moves them in a ‘come here’ motion. You grip the sheets of ruined bed in your hands trying to keep yourself grounded. 

Given how sensitive you were from his previous assault on your pussy, this orgasm didn’t take as long before it crashed into you completely. His fingers slide out easily and you shudder from the loss of contact. He stands in front of you in all his naked glory; dick resting between his thighs. You sit up on one elbow, looking at him with a smug grin on his face as he licks his fingers clean. 

“I only got one question for you, who else you been fucking like that?” you muse, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

He laughs—genuine one too. “What was it that you said earlier? Be my guest? I ain’t gotta answer?” he asks rhetorically. 

You glance around, looking for something to throw at him—only then realizing everything had long since fallen off the bed.

“Ha, ha…but guess what?” You let a beat pass. “You still got on them knees tonight, ain’t you?” 

His eyebrows lift slightly, “Touché babygirl, touché.” 

“I feel like your hands would look so good around my throat.” You casually said.

Anthony doesn’t reply, he looks over at you. You feel his eyes on you, but instead you decide to play clueless, keeping your head down your phone becoming so interesting.

“You wanna repeat that for me?” He asks.

As you lifted your head to meet his eyes, you shrug. “I think you heard me just fine.” Turning your attention back to your phone.

He nods once, sort of like he’s making a mental note.

The night wound down just like the rest of the day, easily. You and him both had time in y’all schedules to do nothing; spend a little time together. Then come back home and be lazy. Anthony was finishing his nightly routine while you were barely paying attention to the TV. He came out of your shared bathroom shirtless in a pair of sweats hanging low on his hips; he makes his way over to you, climbing in the bed laying on his stomach between your thighs.

He rests his head on your thighs, kissing the exposed skin since you’re wearing an old T-shirt of his. His clothes are your favorite thing to sleep in and he highkey loves seeing you in them. “You ‘gon keep playing coy?” He asks lowly, letting hands rub up your thighs, always having to touch you in some way.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about AJ.” You breathe.

He hums, not in approval but in feigned surprise. “You don’t?”

Your eyes are low as you nod slowly, watching your man rest between your legs like it’s his favorite place to be. “Guess we gotta change that, right?” He says, shifting himself onto his elbows, allowing him the space to move around. He drops a kiss on the inner part of your thigh, working his way up to under the old shirt. As he gets closer to your pussy, he switches to your other thigh doing the same thing.

“Stop teasing me.” You whine.

He of course ignores you. In his mind he’s already made up that he’s setting the pace for tonight. His eyes look up and you truly take in how beautiful he is. His eyes were your favorite feature of his; they just held this light to them. You could always get lost in them. Tonight though, the usual light in his eyes is replaced with a smoldering heat.

As he finally ends his teasing, he pulls you close to him, letting your legs rest on his shoulders. In moving you closer to him, the shirt rode up and leaves your lower half uncovered; to get it out the way completely you pull the shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere behind you. He breathes in deep, taking in the scent of your arousal mixed with whatever body wash you used during your shower and some vanilla scented body butter, your skin soft and supple against his. You watch as he unfurls his tongue, then flattens it while dragging it up your slit. You moan softly, the eye contact from him turning you on more than the act of him eating you out. His tongue continues to lap against your pussy; your hands caress the back of his head, trying to pull him closer to you while your hips grind against his face chasing your release. You try to close your legs over his face, the pleasure too much but, he quickly readjusts his arms under your thighs, keeping them open allowing him to feast.

His tongue moves to your clit, lapping at it softly; like he’s eating ice cream on a hot day. Alternating between that and the sloppy figure eights against the sensitive bud. You feel that coil in your stomach tightening, your moans get higher and airier, like you’re begging him with out actually saying a word. He releases your thighs, only to push them back, folding you in half while keeping his mouth attached to your pussy.

This new position allows him to slip two fingers inside of you, slowly pumping in and out of you. Your walls clench around them involuntarily, a low groan leaving his mouth as he mutters against your center, “Uh uh, open that pussy back up for me baby.” Fingers still dragging against your walls, a breathy mewl slips out of your mouth. You can feel him smile against you, he knows your body better than you do. He knows you’re close.

“Give it to me.” He mumbles, wrapping his lips around your clit pulling it gently between his lips.

“Anthony— “you gasp squeezing your eyes shut.

As if on command, the orgasm crashed into you. Body tensing up while your back arched; and he licked you through it all.

He pulls back, lower half of his face drenched in you. He doesn’t give you a second to catch your breath, instead he’s hovered over you, gold chain that he always keeps tucked under his shirt, dangling in your face as he drops down to start kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself off his tongue. You moan into the kiss, it all being an aphrodisiac. Slowing down, he breaks the kiss and pulling back enough to let a line of saliva drip from his mouth into yours. You catch it, pulling him back down to you, immediately turned on again, getting loss in the lip lock.

He moves to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. “You got another one for me?” He rasps between the sloppy kisses he’s leaving. Continuing his assault down your body, he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, sucking softly, his other hand pinching the other one between his thumb and index finger. Your answer wrapped in a moan while nodding at the same time. He moves to stand at the edge of the bed then it dawns on you that he just ate you out like his life depended on it, completely forgetting he also has dick to offer too.

Your eyes rake over him while he takes his sweats off, that being the only article of clothing between you and him at this point in the night. As your eyes work lower, they focus on the deep V cut that leads to his dick. He’s palming it through his sweats before he takes them off fully. His dick bounces out, resting pretty between strong thighs. It’s about a shade darker than the rest of his skin, with the tip being slightly lighter and a thick vein running down the underside of it.

He’s stroking himself, looking at you laid out in front of him. Naked, hair wild, pupils blown with lust and both sets of lips swollen from his doing. To him, you’re a sight for sore eyes. Absentmindedly, your hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing small circles on your clit. He watches you, tongue running against his bottom lip. Not the one to want to miss the fun, he pulls you to him by your ankle, your legs falling open.

Your fingers are still moving over your clit as he grips his dick at the base, pushing himself in bottoming out in one full stroke. Anthony takes a moment before moving again as he feels your walls fluttering around him. A moan slips out from how warm you feel around him. Your legs rest on his hips as he begins a lazy stroke, moving his hips slowly, the curve dragging over that sensitive spot deep inside.

You move your hands from between your thighs, bringing them to his mouth, letting him taste you off your fingers. You grip his chin slightly to get him to focus on you—you wanted him to be in the moment for this.

“You feel what you do to me baby?” You coo.

He had a thing for talking you through it, but you wanted to let him know how he made you feel tonight. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down closer to you, tugging his ear lobe between your teeth, nibbling on it softly. He exhaled, like he was trying to hold back.

“Don’t hold back, I can take it.”

And that was the line that broke his resolve; his hips sped up, thrusts becoming messier. He wraps his hand around your throat, and you gasp from the amount of pressure he ‘s applying. It’s just enough for you to feel a little lightheaded from the lack of oxygen but also pleasurable— intensifying the relentless strokes he’s giving. The quick moment of silence between the two of you allows you to hear how wet you are.

Your moans are rolling from your lips freely and he loves how vocal you are.

“Make a fuckin’ mess for me,” he mutters. His strokes slow down as you both look at where you're connected. A steady in and out motion, the sounds almost obscene. “Can you do that for me baby?” nodding your head rapidly, you feel that telltale sign that you’re close and he does too. You squeeze your eyes shut, “I’mcomingI’mcomingI’mcoming!” Pleasurable waves crashed over you, body tensing for a second before it relaxes into the mattress. Anthony’s not far behind you, heavy breaths against the side of your face and those once again messy strokes.

“Let go for me, daddy.” You whisper into the room.

Like a command, his body tenses, white-hot pleasure consuming him, with zero urge to even try to pull out. He fully drops his weight on you, trying to catch his breath. After a few moments, he pushes himself up over you and pulls out slowly. The sudden loss of him causes a shaky exhale from you, and he’s watching the mixture of you and him spill out of you—eyes fixated between your legs. He shakes his head, turning to walk to the bathroom. Coming back a few seconds later, he gently wipes between your folds, cleaning the mess that was made. Once he’s finished, he tosses the towel with the rest of your clothes scattered about the room and gets back in bed with you. You snuggle up against him, body fitting perfectly against his. You press a kiss to his chest as he pulls the sheets over the both of you, falling into an easy slumber.