This was going nowhere fast. He wasn’t letting up, neither did I feel the need to appease his ego—at least not in the manner he preferred. Quickly thinking, I decided to sit up and slid between his beefy thighs until our lips touched.
“Besides, I let you do what you want to and for me anyway.” I focused in on his marble eyes now that I had his attention. “Look at what we just did.”
“Yeah,” he murmured coarsely. “But I had to restrain your ass to let me do it.”
I pecked his full lips sweetly. “Not anymore. I’m officially down for the red light special, especially if it makes me feel the way I do now. I loved it, Stent. And I love you, too.”
I knew I was laying it on thick. Who knew you needed to do so much coaxing with men? That aside, Stenton was worth it. I never lied when I told him I loved him. That was completely true. The flip side to it was I had no clue what to do with the swelling emotions I felt for him. But that wasn’t a topic I wanted to take on now. Now, I wanted more of him...and then sleep.
I grabbed him from beneath the water. Stenton’s body jerked, surprised by my gesture. In a flash, his eyes went wild, but then retracted.
“I’ll tell you what; I’ll give you more of what you’re asking for if you promise to spend the next two days of your spring break with me.”
I pulled my head back and gave him a blank stare. “Sure. And then you’ll just put me on a bus back to school, because I won’t have the means to repair old Bessie.”
Stenton gripped me at the waist, causing me to giggle animatedly.
“We’ll discuss the details of your car later. Right now, I want to top your last orgasm.”
He lifted from the tub with me clawed to him, laughing hysterically. He paid a few seconds to attempting to dry us off while we were still attached. Then he took me to his bed where he stretched a towel down and laid me on top. All the mirth escaped when Stenton filled me to the hilt with one rapid thrust. That’s when the breath left my body. When he moved again, it was at a pace my body couldn’t follow, but totally yielded to. Stenton drove me into the most insane orgasm as he pounded me into the mattress. He didn’t stop until my last cry of release and then he let himself go as well.
We returned to the bathroom where I watched Stenton discard the bloodied condom. Seeing it that way still made me feel squeamish. We washed again and I plugged myself with a tampon from my purse that appeared on the vanity, out of nowhere. I slipped on a tank and boxer briefs Stenton gave me to sleep in and shuffled into his bed. He left the room for a while and returned with a tray of hot tea, a bottle of Midol, and a box of Kotex tampons. That brought back my embarrassment.
“I won’t be needing these, thanks to you,” I smiled teasingly at Stenton, referring to the pills.
He gave me a lopsided smile. “Glad you’re feeling better.”
I sighed contented. “And how are you feeling, StentRo?”
Stenton snorted. “Don’t call me that shit.”
Laughing along with him, I asked, “Where did that name come from anyway?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
He reached over and grabbed the tray while I held the cup, placing it on the nightstand. Stenton then crawled underneath the covers with me, wrapping his arms around my waist and burrowing his face into my abdomen. I had to be sure not to spill the hot tea on him.
“I would believe you. Tell me,” I pushed.
“Just before I was drafted, I played in a tournament in Vegas that Michael Jordan sponsored. It was well-known, but not everybody was invited to play. I did and while playing, I went for this dope ass 360 degree layup. When I looped it, I made a spectacle of it, feeling proud. Later that night there was a banquet. MJ came up to me and shook my hand, but being the jokester he is, his words were preceded by StentRo. When he said it, the room lit up in laughter. I guess that was the sound bite of the night because word got out and now people I don’t even know call me StentRo, but only those affiliated with sports.”
“So because I’m not affiliated with sports I can’t call you that?”
“Exactly.”