Destined

24

It wasn't long before we ended up in my houses. As much as I didn't wanna leave his car, or whosever car he had been in tonight, I knew I had too. It had just passed 3:00 clock am.

"Whose car is this?" I ask, turning to him for an answer.

"My moms. Mines ain't have no gas and I didn't feel like driving it tonight,"

I nod. "So where were you before you came to me tonight?"

He looks at me, rolling his eyes. "A bitches house," he grins.

I feel a pit form in my stomach the moment he finishes his sentence..what was the feeling called? Anger? Annoyance? Jealousy?

Ah. It's was clearly all 3.

"Is that what I am to you? Just another one of your bitches?" I ask him, turning off his radio.

He turns it back on. "I was playing,"

"But that doesn't answer my question," I lean against the car door, spotting my house from a mile away in my dark neighborhood.

"I'll let you answer that question on your own," he tells me, shaking his head.

"How am I suppose to answer that? I'm not you and I don't know your thoughts,"

"Actions speak louder than words Dj," he says.

I start to think about everything he's done for me in this short amount of time. It hits me when I realize he's done more for me then I would like, or expect him to do. I answer my own question easily, figuring out that he didn't look at me as another bitch. Nor did he look at me as "another one." Jayon was serious about me, about us. I shouldn't have even asked him that ridiculous question.

We stop in front of my house smoothly. He turns his engine off, looking at me deeply before he looked away again.

I lean over to the near side of his face, leaving a small kiss on his cheek. It was crazy that I had become so infatuated with this boy so quickly. But I knew he was something I had to hold on forever.

His cheeks turned a light pink as he showed his dimpled smile from the side. "What was that for?" He asked.

"For everything you've done for me so far," I spoke. "Thank you," I say, rubbing his shoulder.

"It's nothing," he says. "I know you deserve it all,"

Even though I knew I had to go, there was something in the back of my head telling me that I did owe Jayon.

"I don't wanna leave yet," I say, pushing my braids back. I take the small pony tail holder from my left wrist, clinching my braids together while my eyes took a long blink. I knew I had to do this, and even though I didn't have experience in this type of thing I knew he would appreciate the gesture more than anything.

"Wait wait," Jayon notices my movements and pushes my hands away from his crotch area. I become embarrassed, leaning back into my seat.

"Oh I'm sorry," I say, trying to sound sincere. Even though he had just stopped me from giving him pleasure, I couldn't help but feel bad.

"No, no. Don't say sorry. I want you to do this when you're actually comfortable with it, not because you know I want it," he speaks.

The back of my neck began to feel moist. I roll down the window and sigh, looking at my house sadly.

"I wanted to do it, Jayon. You deserve this, and I wanted to give you something you deserved," I tell him.

He opens his glove department while pulling out a box of tissues. "Here, I know some area of you is sweating," he laughs.

"How did you know?" I confusingly ask.

"Because this is your first time wanting to do something like this you know, and the fact that you wanted to do it for me tells me a lot about you. I want you to know that I respect you Dj, I respect your body and especially your mind," Jayon pulls out tissues from the box and wipes each of my palms.

"Thank you Jayon," I tell him, putting my head down.

"Look at me," he says. "It's crazy how much you do that. You're still shy, even after you just tried to give me head," a laugh escapes from the both of our mouths when we realize how unpredictable and confusing I was.

"Let me do this for you," I say looking at him with a smile plastered on my face. "I want too,"

He stares at me for awhile, before letting my hands go.

I put the tissue back into his glove department, exhaling before reaching to the zipper of his pants.

He helps me with the zipper, revealing his plain white boxers from the inside of his pants. He looks at me one last time, raising an eyebrow to make sure I wanted to go through with this. I nod, pulling his boxers lower to get a glimpse of his nude area.

"You shave?" I ask, noticing that he barely had hair on his pubic area.

"Yeah. I don't fuck with the hairiness," he says, making me grin. "It gets to tangly sometimes."

I reach for his groin, pulling it out to make full contact with my mouth. I bend over him slightly to engulf all of him inside, closing my eyes when I tasted the bitterness against his soft skin that entered my mouth.

I put each of my hands on the lower area of his penis, forcing my head up and down in a various motion. My hands begin to twist around it slowly. It was like I was sucking a go-gurt straw and I was trying to get all of the extra yogurt from the bottom of the tube. It was a weird thought but I had to compare it to something.

His hips started to shift, and I could feel him put a hand on the back of my head. He pulled it away when he noticed he couldn't grab my braids. The next thing he touched was my back, then he pulled away again. It was like he couldn't control himself from trying to grab on me in a certain way.

I felt his dick becoming moist inside of my mouth, and from there I panicked. I didn't know whether I needed to stop to spit, or swallow his excitement.

I was happy however that I had been able to do that for him. It made me feel different, like I could have done anything I wanted just for making him cum. I felt...special in a way.

My mouth had still been wrapped around him, but I unleashed my hands when I noticed he couldn't take all of the pleasure I was giving him. A moan tried to escape his mouth but he held back, pulling his seat back while dragging my head in his direction.

"I'm gonna bust Dj," his voice was dry and panted. It sounded like he was losing air, but I didn't listen. I continued to suck on him, tasting more of his saltiness in my mouth. I surprisingly didn't stop to spit him out, and when he noticed I didn't try to stop, he let out a low, slow moan. "Fuck," he cursed. "Dj stop, please," he said, grabbing my ponytail lightly attempting to pick my head up.

After that it had just been a blur, literally. He had came seconds after my mouth released him, and it had all aimed against my nose and forehead. When I understood what had happened, I covered my mouth from smirking, but he had looked exhausted and embarrassed at the same time. "I'm sorry," he says quietly before taking out the tissue box. "Damn, I'm so sorry," he tells me, wiping my face off quickly. He stops in the middle, admiring how I looked in his car, covered in his remains. "You look beautiful with it on you though," he said, making me blush harder than I ever did.

"Nobody has ever made me actually bust on their face," he spoke, pulling and zipping up his pants. "That couldn't have been your first time,"

I look at him in shock. "Jayon I swear it was," I say, wiping my nose once more. "Believe me. It just got easier as I kept going, I never meant to make you do this," I told him truthfully.

He looks at me, smiling. "It's a good thing. Imma be your first everything then."