26: Sheep

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Leisa Thomas

I made sure to check the living room, to make sure that my mom wasn't downstairs. Once I went up and saw her laying in her bed already, I knew the coast was clear. Now that Myles wasn't home my dad had to get a new factory job that had him out from 7 PM to 4 AM, so I didn't have anything to worry about.

I ran back down to the basement, opening the side door for Elijah to come inside. "You're so damn stupid for what you did today." I whispered, even though I really didn't need to. I was used to sneaking out; this whole sneaking him in thing, was new to me.

I flicked on the light, exposing the white couch that was complimented with a bunch of pink pillows, and a funny white throw blanket, I had a light pink, fuzzy carpet in the middle of the room and a glass coffee table on top of it. I kept the kitchen and everything else the same, but the room that was once covered in sports posters and jerseys was now repainted a light grey, accompanied with pink of course and little gold accents all around the room. I had to admit, the place did clean up nicely.

As of lately I had taken over, and started moving my things in, regardless of my mom thinking he was coming back.

I had had my eye on this room forever, and after begging and moping my dad I was finally able to persuade him into helping me bring my stuff down, giving Gabby a room to herself, finally. I loved it, mostly because of the privacy and the fact that it made sneaking out much easier than before.

"Ok, ok, I get it." Elijah peeled out of his fresh white t-shirt hanging it on the side of the couch, he also kicked off his Gucci slippers and stretched. "How the hell was I supposed to know that she was in there? matter of fact how was I supposed to know she was even in New York?" he asked, plopping himself on the couch, causing the pillows to fall to the ground. I rolled my eyes, picking them up and throwing it at him. "Chill." He said, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.

"I told you that streets talk, and lately you've been sloppy with hiding this thing that we got going on." I pulled my hair up into a bun using the oversized hair tie I had wrapped around my arm. "I'm not trying to have my brother kill my ass, okay?"

"Fuck that nigga."

"Watch your mouth." I hissed, while walking into my room. I stepped out of the jumpsuit I was wearing and found a clean pair of pajama shorts, along with an old t-shirt that I had cut into a crop top. After a long day, there was nothing that felt better than being in comfy clothes.

I entered my bathroom and grabbed my makeup wipes, I wiped away the little bit of makeup I had on and replaced it with some baby lotion and put Vaseline on my lips after brushing my teeth. Once I was done, I shut off the lights in my room and my bathroom then went to join Elijah in the living room, where I dimmed the lights.

I took a seat next to him, pulling my legs onto the couch as I snuggled into his side. Elijah had been on his phone texting but he locked the screen, tossed it to the side then wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. "Sometimes I wish we didn't have to hide." I said low.

"You and me both..." his voice was deep but it was so soothing. I found my eyes growing heavy to just the simply sound of him breathing. "How's your tattoo healing?" he asked, turning my arm around so he could see the beginning of my sleeve, that he had paid for; of course.

"Better than I thought, it was nothing compared to what I expected."

"Girl please, you were screaming down that parlor."

"Only when he got close to my bone."

"The moment he turned that needle on, you were squeezing my hand so tight I didn't think I'd leave with it."

"You're so dramatic!" I giggled, sitting up and examining my tattoo again. "I aint even make that much noise."

"Yeah, yeah. Thank God, I recorded that."

"Not like you can post it anywhere, anyways. So as far as I'm concerned, I took it like a damn champ." I stuck my tongue out at him, and he chuckled relaxing in the seat.

"Let me see that tongue again?"

"Noo!" I covered my face as it grew red. "That's still so weird to me."

"No, it aint, you gotta just keep practicing." he moved my hand away and placed his finger under my chin. Elijah leaned in to the point where his lips brushed against mine. "Stick it out for me." He instructed, and once again his words were as smooth as butter. I hesitantly did as I was told. Elijah leaned in closer, sucking on my tongue, I closed my eyes and felt him turn that into a French kiss.

Elijah was the first guy I had ever kissed, and boy was he good at it. He taught me everything he knew and I could honestly say that I felt like a damn pro myself, all thanks to my man of course. Especially seeing some of the people my age in the hallways, I realized that they really were trash.

Elijah gripped onto my neck as he tilted my head back a bit to gain access to my jaw line, that he ran his tongue against before leaving his addicting kisses that allowed a feeling to linger as he continued down my neck.

I knew all about affection, or I had seen it on TV at least but being in this predicament was much different that watching a simple movie. I was still new to this, so he would normally have to guide me and he told me to just be myself and not be afraid to touch what belongs to me, but I couldn't help how shy I was.

With my eyes shut, I felt Elijah take my hand and run it down his naked chest, running it over his chiselled abs until he paused and next thing you know I felt him wrap my fingers around his hard di-.

"Oh, my goodness!" my eyes widened and I pulled away, "what are you doing?" I asked.

"What's wrong?"

"Why did you put my hand there?"

"Your hand where?"

"In your damn pants, Elijah."

"Baby," he smiled. "It's apart of being in a relationship, remember I told you." He placed his hands on my thighs and pulled on the hem of my shorts. "Remember how I went down on you and made you feel good?" I nodded, "Well it's only fair that you do the same."

"I told you that I wasn't ready for all that yet."

I watched as he sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose then nodded. "My bad, I understand." His whole demeanor changed and he returned his attention back to the TV.

"Really? You're going to have an attitude?"

"I don't have an attitude." He said back at me, his tone filled with attitude.

"Nigga." I said, smacking my lips. I took the remote up and turned off the TV.

"I was watching that."

"And I was talking to you." I grabbed his hand, but he pulled away and grabbed his phone.

"I should get going, I got to leave for my tour in the morning and should probably get some rest before then."

"I thought you said you were sleeping over here with me before you leave."

"That was the plan, but I seem to have lost interest." He looked me dead in the eye as he spoke.

"All because I'm not ready?"

"Has nothing to do with you being ready. I just got needs that you knew I had before you agreed to being in this relationship with me. It's been four weeks that I aint had none, I been faithful, loyal and everything a girl looks for in a man. How much longer do I gotta wait?"

"This is precious to me, I'm not trying to regret this moment."

"You don't trust me?" he asked.

"I do..."

"Then let me tell you that no guy is going to be able to make you feel the way I can. I'm about to leave tomorrow, for a whole six-month tour and I want you to be able to remember me when I come back. I want to have something to anticipate coming back home to. Right now you aint giving me nothing, and that's going to do nothing but push me into the bed of another broad."

"Don't say that." I said low.

"I'm just being honest." He shrugged. "I'm a man and we have needs."

"Which I understand, I'm just not ready..." I sighed.

"Okay, and that's fine." He said, standing up and reaching over me for his shirt.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere worth my time."

"Elijah."

"I'll call you when I get the time."

"Don't leave." I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, I had already been trying to prep myself to not be around him for a whole six months, but tonight; I needed him.

"I made a mistake, I knew you were too young for this." He said as he stepped into his slides. "We should just call it a quits."

"No!" I exclaimed, holding onto his arm. "We don't need to break up?"

"Give me one good reason why I should stay, you don't even love me."

"I do!" I stood up, and wrapped my arms around his body as I looked up at him. "I love you."

"You can't love someone if you don't trust them..." he said, causing my heart to skip a beat, his eyes were cold and his face nonchalant. I felt him pull out of my grip as he grabbed his car keys and headed for the door. "Like I said, I'll call you when I ca-."

"Fine." I said. "I'll do it."

"Nah, I don't want to pressure you into doing anything you don't want to d-."

"I said I'll do it, I love you and I want you to have something to come home to." I said sincerely as I took a deep breath and pulled my t-shirt over my head, exposing my B cup lace bra that hid no secrets. Elijah licked his lips as he watched me, work my petite body out of my shorts, my body shoot as I folded my arms around my chest, trying not to expose too too much. "Please, just don't leave."

"You really don't have to do this...." He said, inching closer and sizing me up at the same time.

"I want to..." I lied. "I'll do anything for you."

Elijah bit his lip and before I knew it he grabbed my hand and walked me into the bedroom. after placing me on the bed to sit, it was dark but I could make out the fact that he locked the door behind him and kicked off his shoes again. I could hear him unbuckling his belt, as well as the sound it made as his jeans hit the ground.

Elijah then pushed me back gently to lie down, and I felt my eyes well with tears that I was glad he couldn't see. I felt him kiss my stomach as he began to remove the underwear I had on. Once that was gone and out of the way, I felt him use his mouth and get to work as he usually did; it normally felt good but today it didn't feel the same. It still got me wet, but I could truly say that I wasn't enjoying one bit of it. it got to the point where I began to just count sheep, praying for this moment to go by as quickly as possible. I did love Elijah, I always had and the fact that he was paying a little no one, like me, some attention was something I didn't want to ever lose. I was finally becoming popular, I was dating an artist for God sakes, I was finally beginning to feel what love felt like, I wasn't about to lose that. After all, it was just sex.

I felt him hover over me, he kissed my lips a couple of times for me to taste myself but as we kissed I could feel him busy, working at my entrance.

The tears continued to flow and he kissed me aggressively before covering my mouth. "This will only hurt a bit." He coached, "just try to relax. 1...2...3..." the moment I got to three I realized exactly why he covered my mouth, I wanted to scream so badly but I simply just winced and continued to cry some more as he stroked himself within me a couple of times, he moaned and groaned my name a few times letting me know how tight it was along with his many I love you's that I just let sit in the air.

I was in pain and wanted this to stop, but I didn't say a word, I just waited until finally his heavy weight fell on top of me.

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