Page 35 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

Cracking up as she read the label on the side of her iced cup, she replied, “It’s macchiato .” She was simpering until I turned to face her completely, making her smile falter. Putting her drink down instantly, she moved toward me. “What happened to you?”

“Yo’ brother.”

“Asif? What the fuck is wrong with him? I can’t stand his?—”

“It’s straight. We had a fair fight, and I at least had his mouth leaking.” I half joked. “It’s code, Peep. I would fight for you any fucking time.”

“You hit my brother in the mouth?” She frowned, making me laugh.

“Who side you on, baby? Damn. I ain’t do him as badly as Nique,” I admitted, feeling fucked up, but that nigga started it.

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, taking my hand and trying to lead me away. “Good to know you fight better than you did years ago, even though I’m sure you still lost to Asif this time.” She shot at me for my dig at Unique.

Never one to front or lie on my name or dick, I shrugged. “I’m cool with Sif being the only nigga I can’t beat. Every other fight, ask about me.” I winked, and she giggled, smacking her lips with her hating ass.

“Nah, you gon’ drink that shit that had me up in Starbucks sounding like I rode the short bus.”

Cackling, she rolled her eyes playfully before scooping the drink up, shoving the straw down into it, and sipping.

We ventured to her bedroom where I updated her on what Asif and I discussed while she finished off her drink.

Afterward, she brushed her teeth, then came back to lie beside me, leg thrown across.

She was in one of my wife beaters I’d left over here, with no bra so that her dark, succulent nipples were visible.

“Thank you for everything,” she said, caressing my face, and I didn’t need her to clarify to know she meant the Starbucks, the fights, and all the shit prior.

“Anything necessary, Peep.” I kissed her before pulling back, staring into her piercing and beautiful ass eyes. “Now that shit is out in the open, I wanna go somewhere local. Ain’t that what couples do all the fucking time?”

“Yes, and I can’t wait.”

“What you wanna do?” I queried.

“Mmmm.” She tapped her chin.

“Or you want me to pick?”

“Yes. You did good with Malibu, so I trust your choices.” She winked, making us both smile before we pecked.

Like anytime we kicked the shit, the room was lowly lit with music playing softly, going perfectly along with the sexual tension spilling out through our kisses.

Sucking her lips, I said, “You know now that shit is out in the open, I also wanna do something else.”

“Like what?” She whispered, almost nervously, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen Banks’s ass be nervous.

“Nothing crazy.” I kissed her nose, caressing her silky thigh that was across my lap before gliding it up to her ass.

“I wanna eat yo’ pussy, Peep.” I laid her onto her back, moving the wife beater that clung to her perfectly in certain places but fell loose in others, to the side to take a nipple into my mouth.

“Mmm,” she cooed, small hand on my shoulder.

Moving to the other nipple, I said, “I gotta learn what you like and don’t, Peep, so don’t hesitate to speak up.”

Banks moaned softly as I pushed the wife beater up to suck on her toned stomach, moving my tongue around her belly ring once I reached it.

I continued sucking on her abdomen, while pulling on her underwear, sliding them past her sexy thighs before tossing them muthafuckas.

Climbing down onto my knees, I got a good look at her beautiful pussy, slightly glistening from her arousal. Wasting no time, I sucked on her lower lips, coaxing a moan from her mouth before running my tongue from her opening to her clit.

The hairs on my arms bristled at the taste of her and how much longing a nigga had endured just to experience this shit right here.

Keeping her legs wide open, I sucked her clit slowly, while dragging my tongue around it and under the hood occasionally, feeling her start to dampen my lips and chin.

“Low,” she cried out, hand caressing the back of my head.

“Talk to me, Peep.”

“That’s perfect,” she moaned, opening her legs more for me as I slipped my hands under her ass cheeks.

The smell was magnificent, and the taste was absent, just the way I liked the shit.

I wasn’t a nigga who ate pussy often, and in fact hadn’t done the shit since I was a freshman at Crenshaw High School.

After that, it hadn’t been something I felt compelled to do.

Any woman I fucked was simply to get a nut off, but with Banks, I not only had the heavy urge to eat, but I also wanted to be sure she enjoyed her fucking self.

Her legs started to shake as I lapped at her clit, toggling between that and sucking on it. Her moans hit a high pitch before her nails scraped at my head, just as she came, calling out.

As she lay there, spent, I didn’t stop, licking and lapping from her clit to her ass repeatedly and messily until honing back in on her swollen bud.

“Fuck,” I grumbled, probably enjoying myself more than her as she leaked all over my mouth and beard.

“Low, . . . wait,” she whimpered, body seizing up as I gave her a continuous tongue lashing.

Like the last time, her snivels hit a crescendo just before she exploded, falling back onto the bed.

Kissing her lower lips, I dragged and sucked my way up her stomach until I hit her exposed titties, going back and forth between each, licking, biting, and vacuuming them into my mouth as my fingers played in her wetness.

“You taste good, Peep.” I slipped my tongue into her mouth, circling her clit and down to circle her opening with my fingers as I did so.

“Put it in,” she replied through kisses, reaching to push at my joggers and boxers.

“You sure?”

“Very.”

Standing upright, I removed my clothes as she watched intently, visibly swallowing a lump in her throat once my dick sprang free.

I stripped her of my wife beater before arranging her body in the middle of the bed with the comforter at the foot, us resting against the cool sheets.

Climbing between her legs, I got right back to tonguing her down, feeling how tense she was.

“I need you to relax, Peep. I won’t be able to get inside you if you drawn up like that.” I kissed her neck.

She took a deep breath and fell into the kiss, only tightening up a little when she felt the head of my dick prodding her opening.

As I pushed, forcing the tip inside, her nails dug into my shoulders as she whimpered. I didn’t go in any further, moving only slightly to allow her to adjust as I kissed her passionately but in an unhurried manner.

“Mmm.” She grunted softly when I barged in only a bit more.

She felt good as fuck already, but the pain evident in her face made me slowly retract myself. As badly as I wanted to shove myself inside of her tight, damp pussy and bang her out, I couldn’t. I would always handle Peep with care.

I pecked her lips once more then lay beside her, pulling her into me.

“Why did you stop?” she asked as she sat up some, face flushed with a sheen of sweat layered throughout. Her full lips were swollen from me kissing her and biting them so a nigga wouldn’t call out at first entrance of her.

She looked beautiful like always, long ass hair framing her worried expression.

“I could tell you was uncomfortable.”

“No . . .” she lied.

“So you wanna try again?” I asked, and when she was silent, I smirked, saying, “Exactly. And stop looking like that.”

“I want you to enjoy yourself too, Willow.”

“I’m always enjoying myself around you, Peep, and it’s always more than enough. Relax. This is just the first time. We gon’ get it done,” I assured her. “I’m gon’ break you in and turn you out.”

Kissing me, she straddled my lap and said, “I’m serious, Low-Low. I don’t need these hos taking my man. I had to snatch your ass up quickly.”

We laughed as I palmed her hips, doing my best not to get hard again, but it wasn’t working while seeing Banks’s sexy, naked body straddling me.

“Can’t nothing take me from you except death. Believe that.” Licking my lips, I repeated, “You really believe the shit you be kicking to a nigga.”

“I do.” She bobbed her head, rubbing my abs with her soft fingers, her Cartier bracelets scraping my skin pleasantly. “I told you you’re a catch. Glad I got you before you realized it.” She winked as we guffawed in unison.

Sitting up, I grazed her lips as she cupped my face.

“Don’t make a nigga fall in love with yo’ pretty ass, Peep.”

“Sorry. That’s the plan.” She kissed me deeply as I hugged her body.

“I hope you ready for the outcome of that shit then. You wanna see a true crash out, keep doing what the fuck you doing, making me love you and letting me feel that.” I humped upward slightly.

“You were in it for like two seconds and not even all the way.” She scoffed with a smile.

“Rephrase that shit, Peep.” I frowned, making her giggle. “Making it sound like I’m a one-minute man.” I kissed her perfumed collarbone. “My fucking toes was curling from that little bit though.”

“Hmm, not surprised.” She winked. “You’re getting all my firsts, and I get none of yours, Low-Low.”

“You got a shit load of my fucking firsts. You the first woman I ever gave a fuck about.” I kissed her. “First true girlfriend.” Another kiss. “And the first I ever felt with no raincoat.” I sucked her lips before we allowed our tongues to meet.

Like always, our kisses became hungrier by the fucking moment, as we fell back onto the bed.

Banks’s lips migrated from mine to my neck, down my chest and toward my privates all while she stroked my dick that didn’t need much help coming back alive.

“Tell me how you like it?” she questioned, moving beside me but keeping my dick in her hand.

“Suck the tip like you would a popsicle, so no teeth,” I instructed, beyond aroused at the sight of my dick in her soft hand.

She did as she was told, sucking the head of my dick and making me moan unintentionally at how warm her mouth was.

“Like that?”

“Yeah.” I nodded profusely. “Don’t try to abate ya spit either.

Let that shit flow, and use two hands so you can stroke the whole thing while you suck on as much as you can,” I educated, letting my head hit the pillow as she did just what I told her to.

“Fuck.” I slid my fingers into her soft, thick, long hair.

“You follow directions good as fuck, Peep. Don’t worry ’bout being pretty. You pretty as fuck already.”

“I’m used to taking instructions and following plus remembering them.” She licked around my head before sucking it back into her mouth, using both hands and her abundance of saliva to jack my dick.

After I informed her to occasionally suck my balls while continuing to stroke me, Banks needed no more coaching.

She went crazy, letting her jaws sink in as she sucked my dick as if she were trying to pull medicine out of that muthafucka.

She pivoted back and forth between stroking and sucking my dick, to suckling on my balls while stroking me.

“I’m ’bout to nut, Peep,” I grumbled through labored breaths. “You gon’ swallow or—” I couldn’t finish my sentence because she was topping a nigga off too good.

As I busted, she held her tongue out with her freaky ass, letting me decorate it and her lips before sucking the rest from the tip.

“How was that?” she had the nerve to ask.

“You the freakiest virgin I ever dealt with.” I eyed her skeptically.

“I hear stories, Low-Low, and it’s easy once you told me what to do. Plus, I was able to gauge what was your spot by your moans.” She broke it down like it was simple math as she lay beside me. “I swear that is the only dick I’ve sucked.”

“Make it the first and fucking last, Peep.”

She giggled as I shook my head, fighting the urge to pass out with my thumb in my fucking mouth.