Canceled Plans
Leslyn
“Going out with Bryana?”
I stalked over to my closet and retrieved the pink bodycon dress I bought for tonight. Stepping into the dress, I pulled the spaghetti straps over my shoulder and smiled in the mirror. When I came out of the closet, Ogun’s eyes swept over me sending a chill down my spine. He bit his bottom lip while shaking his head.
“Nope,” I said, doing a spin for him. “I have a date.”
Ogun kissed his teeth. “Stop playing with me, Les.”
I smirked, pleased with the jealousy that he was exuding. “I’m not. You can have fake relationships, but I can’t go on dates?”
Grabbing my hands, Ogun pulled me on his lap. He ran his nose along my neckline before kissing it. I crossed my legs and cleared my throat.
“I should’ve told you sooner, but I didn’t know how to, baby.”
“We had an agreement,” I grated. “I thought transparency was everything to you?”
Ogun gripped my thigh and sighed. With every touch, my resolve weakened. I didn’t want to fight with him; I wanted him to show me how sorry he was. My body craved him in the worst way. But I knew sex would only be a temporary fix.
“It is. But shit is different now.”
“It is,” I whispered as his hand trailed up my thigh and under my dress.
“I knew this shit would hurt your feelings.”
“Watching shit unfold on social media hurts more than you telling me would have. I had to jump to my own conclusions.”
“You’re right and I apologize for that, but you didn’t even give me a chance to explain. You ignored me for weeks.”
“So, you thought the gifts and flowers would make up for everything?”
“I knew you wouldn’t turn down the gifts, and each one had a message. Did you read them?
I nodded. “I read some of them, not all of them, though.”
He chuckled throatily in my ear. “I figured.”
“You never sent messages with gifts before.”
Ogun grabbed my neck and made me face him. His lips grazed mine before curving into a smile. “Shit between us has changed. It’s not just about the sex anymore.”
My head fell back when his thumb found my clit. “What is it about now?”
Ogun kissed my neck and ear before saying, “It’s all about you now. Whatever I need to do to prove that you’re who I want, I’ll do it.”
Using his thumb, he ran slow circles around my clit. I melted into him and submitted to the pleasure I desperately needed.
“You think it’s that easy, huh?” I asked breathlessly.
“Nah, I know you’ll make me work for it.”
Sliding my panties to the side, he slid two fingers in my wetness, while still stimulating my clit. My hips moved against his hand and breaths quickened as he brought me to a much-needed climax. Using his free hand, he massaged my breasts while kissing my neck. I gripped the back of his neck and spread my legs wider.
“Let me make it up to you, baby,” he crooned.
My moans grew louder, and my stomach muscles tightened. Ogun’s hand moved from my breast to my neck, tilting my head to the side, he nipped and sucked my neck. Ogun groaned as my juices covered his fingers. Once I came down from my post climactic high, he slid my panties down and held them in his hand.
“I will after my date,” I told him as I rushed in the bathroom to freshen up.
When I opened the door, he was standing there, his gaze pensive.
“If you think I’m about to let you go out with some corny nigga lookin’ like that, you’re trippin’.”
“Let?” I asked with a laugh. “I made these plans before you ended your fake relationship.” I pushed him aside and searched for the heels I wanted to wear tonight. Ogun stood behind me, his erection pressing into my backside. Pressing my lips together, I stood up and faced him. “You don’t have the privilege of me canceling plans for you anymore.”
“Okay,” he said, taking another step toward me, forcing me to back into the corner. “Do I still have this privilege?” he kneeled down and threw my leg over his shoulder.
Ogun’s tongue swiped across my clit, making my knees buckle. I held his head for support and rocked my hips against his tongue. It wasn’t long before I was panting, cursing, and gripping his hair as I came. My phone rang, snapping me out of my haze.
“Les, don’t go,” Ogun pleaded. His eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed. For a moment, I stared at him, unsure if I should give him another chance. His phone vibrated in his pocket and I rolled my eyes. He ignored the call and grabbed my waist. “Come with me, baby.” His phone vibrated again and mine continued to ring. I pushed him back and ran over to the living room for my purse.
“Hello?” I answered. My bottom lip was pressed between my teeth as I watched Ogun remove his shirt, then jeans while walking toward me.
“I’m on my way to the restaurant. Do you need me to send the address?” Raphael asked.
Ogun stood within inches from me and dropped his boxers.
“Cancel the date,” he mouthed while gripping his girthy, hardened dick.
My mouth watered at the sight of his naked body. Ogun was literal perfection from head to toe. There was no point in my denying myself the pleasure that I deserved.
“Actually, I can’t make it tonight, something came up,” I said damn near drooling at Ogun as he stroked his dick. I ended the call after making some excuses about having to work late. Ogun cupped my chin and brought my lips to his. Ogun smiled before turning me around and bending me over the arm of my couch. After retrieving a condom from his jeans, he covered himself then slid into me.
I hissed as he inched into me. In a swift motion, Ogun pulled my dress over my head and tossed it across the room. Next, he unhooked my bra and cupped my breast.
“Damn, Les. You got me out here begging.”
I moaned as he slowly stroked me. “It’s what you deserve.”
He chuckled, then kissed my back. “Fair,” he grunted. “Now let me give you what you deserve.”
With a smile, I reached for a pillow to muffle my moans. The last thing I needed was for my neighbors to hear me.
