Page 11 of Summer in London

chapter

six

Naasson sat watching the game intensely.

He was so focused you’d think he had placed a wager.

He was enthralled with watching A’ja play basketball.

Naasson was also intrigued at how intense women’s basketball could be.

It wasn’t as aggressive or entertaining as the men, but it was pretty close.

He was so invested in the game, that he barely realized it was halfway over.

A’ja was doing her thing on the court, and it was turning him on.

She was something like a female Lebron James.

The Lions had thirty-six points, and A’ja scored sixteen of them.

Anytime she scored, Naasson clapped loud and cheered for her.

He could tell who her friend and her brother were because they were even louder than him.

Naasson knew that he’d be attending more games because not only was he supporting A’ja, but it gave him something to do.

He also felt that it was dope as hell that she had an upcoming away game in Belle Vue, Manchester.

A’ja’s team won, and Naasson stood to his feet and cheered for her.

When the game was over, he went to a local bar to have a few drinks before he went in for the night.

Naasson rarely checked his social media since being in London.

He had logged out of all of the apps and didn’t really care to know what was going on back home.

But as he sat in the bar, he decided to check his messages, and he saw that his DM’s were full.

Too many people had reached out to figure out where he was and if he was okay.

Naasson scrolled through the names until he came across a message from Disha. She had sent it three days ago, and it simply said: Call me please .

Naasson stared at the message for a few seconds before picking up his glass and draining the alcohol from it. After a few minutes of contemplation, he waved the bartender over and ordered another drink. Finally, he dialed Disha’s number, and she answered on the third ring.

“Hi.”

“What’s up?”

“I just wanted to hear your voice. The last time we got off the phone, I was angry. I didn’t ask you how you were or make sure you were good. Once I calmed down, I realized that was wrong of me. I was selfish.”

“It is what it is, Disha. It’s fine. I expected you to feel some kind of way.”

“How are you, Naa? Are you okay?”

“I’m good, ma.” There was a beep in his ear, and he pulled his phone away to look at the screen. A smile crept across his face when he saw that A’ja had texted him. While he was reading the message, he missed what Disha said. “What was that?”

“I said I miss you. I really do, Naa. Can you just talk to me? I know that something happened with Brandon. I also know that he’s alive. Can you just come back? Let me represent you.”

Naasson released a small sigh as the bartender placed his drink in front of him. “I’ll think about it, Disha.” It wasn’t like he had the most interesting life in London, but it was better than being in prison.

“I’m serious. You can get out on bond. The court will give you up to three continuances. You can put off a trial date for at least a year unless for some reason you want to go ahead and get it over with. I’ve already been doing some research. Come back and let’s work through this.”

“I said I’ll think about it Disha. That means I’ll do just that. Think about it.”

“That’s fair enough. If you haven’t come back here in the next two weeks, I’m coming wherever you are to see your face.”

“Word?” Naasson wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

A part of him missed Disha. Then, there was a part of him that knew they’d just been passing the time with each other but more than likely, they’d never be.

Even if he left the streets behind and found another way to make money, he’d never be the polished, bougie, corn ball that Disha wanted him to be.

For her to want him out of the streets so bad, Naasson thought it was wild that she’d never pressed him as hard as A’ja did about selling his paintings.

“Yes. I’m serious too. I won’t hold you. It sounds like you’re out. I’m glad to know that you’re okay. Call me later. Please.”

“I got you.”

Naasson ended the call, and he went to A’ja’s number. When she answered, he spoke in a low tone.

“I can’t read right now. What you texted me. I want to hear you say it.”

“What?” A’ja laughed. “You want me to stroke your ego, and you’re not even fronting about it. I said it was really nice seeing your face in the stands today.”

“It was nice watching you play. You’re nice with that ball, ma.” Naasson heard a man in the background telling A’ja that she was beautiful, and he frowned. “Tell that nigga to get out your face.”

“Thank you,” A’ja replied in a pleasant tone, then she kissed her teeth. “Why would I tell him that? He’s just being nice.”

“I’m gon’ let y’all have that. You out with your people?”

“Yeah, but I was thinking about you. That’s sad and sappy, huh?”

“Nah, not really ‘cus I was thinking about you too. Seeing you on the court turned me on a lil’ bit.” He smiled when she laughed. That laugh was infectious.

“So, maybe when my brother and my friend go to sleep, I can sneak away for a bit. They’re drinking like two lunatics, so I know they’re going to pass out as soon as we get back to my place.”

“I’m about to order one more drink and head back to the hotel. Just let me know when you pull up at the hotel. I’ll be waiting.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

“Bye.”

Naasson didn’t know if he would turn himself in but if he did, he knew it wouldn’t be in the next two weeks. He really didn’t know if Disha would actually come to see him, but he would worry about that later. For the moment, his focus was on A’ja.

An hour and a half later, he was opening the door for A’ja.

She was dressed in short, black, running shorts, and a black sports bra.

The scent of shea butter and mangos filled his nostrils, and Naasson licked his lips as he closed the door.

He peered into A’ja’s eyes for a moment before he picked her up.

They maintained eye contact as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he pinned her against the door.

Naasson gently bit A’ja’s bottom lip before pecking them and snaking his tongue into her mouth.

The kiss was passionate with a slight hint of aggression.

He pulled back and lifted her sports bra exposing her breasts.

Naasson admired them before taking one into his mouth.

The alcohol in A’ja’s system had her extra sensitive, and she bit her bottom lip as she enjoyed the feel of his mouth on her.

Naasson carried her over to the bed and placed her on her back.

He removed A’ja’s shorts and panties and placed kisses on the inside of her thighs.

When he reached her peach, he ran his hands over her soft mound before spreading her folds and latching onto her nub.

A’ja arched her back as a soft gasp pushed from her throat.

She clenched the sheets in her hands, and her breathing became labored as Naa’s tongue explored her flower.

“Naa,” she whispered as her yoni began to spasm.

He moaned as her sweetness coated his tongue, while he sucked on her pearl like a man possessed.

“Fuucckk, Naaaa,” she moaned louder as she locked her thighs around his head.

He loved the way his nickname sounded falling off her lips.

He finally removed his mouth from her peach and made his way up until his face was hoovering over hers.

A’ja reached down and stroked his hard dick gently as their tongues danced.

She felt the pre-cum oozing from his tip, and she wanted to taste it.

“Let me do you,” she whispered against his mouth, and Naa reluctantly let her tongue go before laying on his back.

His stomach caved in as she took his hard tool into her mouth.

Naa grabbed a handful of her braids and watched her through heavy lids as her head moved up and down, her saliva coating his shaft.

A’ja circled her tongue around his fat mushroom tip before she took him back into her mouth all while massaging his balls.

Naasson grunted as A’ja licked, slurped, and sucked on him.

“I need that pussy baby,” he damn near begged after about two minutes. Her head was phenomenal, but her tight yoni was better.

Lost in the moment, tipsy off alcohol, and desiring Naasson badly had A’ja’s head in the clouds.

She mounted him without the usual barrier of protection on his manhood, and they both moaned as she eased down on him.

Naasson gripped her ass cheeks in his hands and guided her body up and down his pole.

“You feel so fucking good,” he marveled as he kissed her chin.

A’ja peered down at him before parting his lips with her tongue.

Naasson flipped her onto her back, and he dug into her middle until she was having orgasm number two and whimpering like she was wounded.

More sex sessions than they could count on two hands, and Naasson was far from tired of A’ja.

She was the best thing about London, and he found himself letting loose and not worrying when he was with her.

Not even his impending charges were at the forefront of his mind when he was with A’ja.

She took him to a place where stress and worry didn’t exist. Finally, he had found it. She was his calm.