Tyrell

After eating, I get in C.K.'s car. He's gonna show me my gift now. As he drives, I stay silent because I'm trying to guess what the gift is.

Cologne-nah he not a basic nigga. A pair of J's-nah that's basic too.

Ight, these guesses suck. Imma just let him surprise me.

I feel the car turn slowly. I look up to see that we're at a house, a big house, a mansion. This is most definitely a white neighborhood. You can practically smell the raisins mixing into potato salad right now.

"Whose pretty ass house is this?" I ask C.K.

"Ours." He answers simply while taking out his key.

My eyes naturally squint. "Huh?" comes my response.

Instead of answering, C.K. gets out of the car. I follow his lead. He stands by the roof of the car, hands buried in his pockets, looking at the house before him. I join him.

"Nah but seriously tho, what are we doing here?" I ask in a serious tone.

Sparkling brown eyes meet mine. "This is my gift to you." He responds in a tone that matches mine.

My lips part. I stare at him and then at the house. "You bought me...a house?" I question in shock, "W-What made you wanna do that?"

"Everytime you leave my house on Sundays, things get dull there. No matter how much people I bring there, no one matches your presence, energy, and vibe. No one can replace my Ty." C.K. explains.

"So I bought this house in your city. This way you'll still be close to Famu and you can hang out with your friends at anytime." He continues.

"What's gonna happen to your house in Orlando?" I ask him.

"I'm fine with that being our little vacation spot on the weekends, but I'll be here in Tallahassee with you everyday....if you let me of course."

Disbelief doesn't even cover my emotions right now. I can't believe someone cares for me this much. Tears fill my eyes.

C.K. sees the tears and gets a little alarmed. "I'm sorry. This is prolly too soon in the relationship. I don't know what I was thinking-"

I cut him off with a kiss. He relaxes and holds my waist gently in return. I break it to look into his eyes. I caress his jaw while I do it.

"I love you. God, I love you so damn much." I tell him.

"So the house is fine?" C.K. questions.

"Of course and the idea of waking up to your face everyday is perfect." I reassure him.

A familiar cocky grin forms on his face. "Yea I know." He responds.

I shake my head at him, but I can't suppress the smile forming on my lips.

C.K. wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me against him tightly. "I love you too," He whispers, "Happy Birthday."

I always knew deep down that he loved me, but I think it's the first time he is saying it out loud. My smile widens. We slightly rock back and forth. My eyes focus on the illuminated house before us.

My 20s are off to a great start.

《 Time Skip 》

"Bruh I hate that nigga. Here I'm thinking no one is gonna top our cute little scrapbook, then he goes and buys you a damn house." Bri groans on FaceTime.

"Hey, the scrapbook is a lifetime commitment." I reassure her, "Sometime soon, you need to come over and help me touch it up."

"Fasho." She smiles.

Outta nowhere, a shirtless C.K. pops up. My eyes study the few drops of water that stroll down his chest. I bite my bottom lip.

He walks towards me. I lean back and part my legs slightly. C.K.'s large hands grip my knees and he leans forward.

"Why am I always caught up in yall getting into or in the act of sex?" Bri questions before hanging up.

His eyes meet mine. Damn, he looks like he wants to devour me right now. I meet him halfway, pressing my lips against his. The kiss deepens quickly. His tongue runs along my bottom lip. I open my mouth, allowing his tongue inside.

Our tongues entangle. I moan as his tongue sucks on mine. My arms wrap around Christian's neck while he moves my body back against the bed.

The kiss breaks with a string of saliva. Christian pulls my shirt up. "So beautiful." He comments before kissing down my chest.

He kisses down my stomach, leading him to my sweatpants. He pulls my sweatpants off, leaving me in my boxers. Brown eyes meet mine again as he pulls my boxers down with his teeth.

Fuck, that was sexy.

My erection springs right up. C.K. kisses my tip and leaves a trail of kisses down my length. Coming back to the tip, he parts his lips and takes it into his mouth.

I groan lowly. His mouth is so warm. Christian sucks on the tip a bit and then takes more of me in. Attaching his tongue to the underside, he proceeds to deepthroat me in one go.

"Fuuuccck Christian..." I draw out.

Christian comes back to the top and spits. I watch the saliva dribble down my dick. Oooh he nasty nasty.

He wraps one hand around my length. He strokes it with an expert like twist of the wrist. My dick is engulfed in C.K.'s mouth once again. He goes up and down repeatedly while stroking me at the same time.

This nigga a demon forreal.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I curse, "Im finna cum!"

C.K. removes his hand before deepthroating me again. My eyes screw shut and I cum in his mouth. He moans like a damn slut as he slides his mouth to the top. My dick is released with a pop.

I watch him swallow my nut. Not even a couple seconds later, he is grabbing my legs and pinning them by my head. I raise a brow. Next thing I see is his head going down towards my...

"Ayo chill!" I exclaim.

C.K. hasn't eaten me out since the first time I went over to his house. Not gonna lie, it was nicer than I expected. However, if he gone do it, I'd prefer not to watch him do it.

"I'm hungry, Ty." He whispers in a husky tone.

Now I'm hard all over again.

I cover my eyes with my hands like girls do on their first time. I feel Christian's tongue circle around my rim. I curse lowly. My body feels hot and my brain feels like mush right now.

"Be a good boy and keep your eyes on me, Ty." Christian orders.

Moving my hands away slowly, I watch his tongue lick across my puckered hole repeatedly. Oh my God, he's wild wild!

His tongue pushes inside, causing me to moan. He flicks it against my walls before removing it. He thrusts it inside again. My hands grip the pillow my head lays on.

Just when I feel that pressure building again, he stops. I glare at him. Ole booty munchin ass nigga, I hate him.

Christian just laughs. He pulls down the Calvin Kleins he just put on. His dick pops out. Christian taps his erection against my hole, which brings me out of my irritation.

He pushes in slowly, causing me to bite my lip. He pulls out and repeats. When the entire dick sits inside of me for a second, I sigh in content.

"Move." I tell him.

Christian does what he is told. He starts off at a normal pace. I look down and watch his dick slide in and out of me.

"Faster daddy."

His pace speeds up. A series of profanities leave my mouth. I look up and meet the brown eyes that I've come to love. His gaze is so alluring and I can't help but be drawn in.

Suddenly, he hits my prostate. A loud moan escapes my lips. Christian thrusts and thrusts against the sensitive bud inside me. The pressure inside my erection continues to grow and grow until it explodes.

"Fuck!" I exclaim while ribbons of white paint my stomach.

Meanwhile, Christian is still tryna get his nut. My eyes screw shut as he repeatedly thrusts against the sensitive spot. He groans loudly before cumming.

"Lemme ride you." I said.

His eyes widen. "No breaks or nun?"

"Nah." I tell him and then I flip us over.

I grip his dick and place it at my entrance. I tease Christian by grinding my hole against it for a bit. He curses lowly, making me smirk. Finally, I push the dick inside until my cheeks touch his lap.

My hands sit on top of his stomach. I grind back and forth while staring into Christian's eyes. He bites his lip in response. Then, I bring my body up and then down, slamming his dick against my prostate.

"You like that shit?" C.K. asks, "You like riding daddy's dick?"

Here he goes. The sinful talk. It riles me up each and everytime.

"Yes daddy..." I moan as his grazes against my prostate again.

Christian grips my hands suddenly. He brings them around and pins them against my back with one hand. Without a warning given, he bucks up, hitting my prostate directly.

"Ahhh!" I moan loudly.

I fall forward. Now our chests are touching and my back arches with each thrust.

"Daddy! I was supposed to- oh God- be riding!" I whine.

"Sorry baby, I'm just addicted to fucking you up." He whispers into my ear.

With the combination of the dirty talk and the deep strokes, my eyes are rolling back. I'm entering that familiar white space. Letting out a loud scream, I cum once again.

Christian lets out a series of groans. Soon, he is cumming, adding on to the nut already inside. His grip on my hands falter. Instead, he wraps his arms around my waist. I pick my head up.

I notice his gaze flicker from my eyes to my lips. I grin as I lean forward. Our lips press against each other. This time, however, it wasn't a heated kiss. It was a quick, but nice, peck.

"That shower sure was useless, huh?" I ask him.

"It's your fault." He blames me.

"Nigga-what did I do?" I question.

"You shouldn't have sat there, looking so appetizing."

"I'm starting to think that you get turned on by the mere sight of me."

"You right." He admits while leaning forward and kissing my ear.

I giggle because my ear is ticklish. Next thing I know, an innocent moment is interrupted by C.K. thrusting again.

"....You're not tired yet?" I ask.

"Nah. In fact, I can go til midnight." He responds honestly.

I frown. I look around the room. My eyes land on the clock. It's only 8...so that means 4 more hours of sex til midnight.

I look down at him in horror. "You're the devil." I declare.

"And it's demon hours." Christian smirks.

Just like that, I spent the final hours of my birthday getting put into all types of positions. With all that energy C.K. got, I could've sworn it was his birthday instead of mine.

Finally at 1, we are all clean, laid up in bed, and ready to fall asleep.

"Night." He tells me.

"Night." I respond.

A sleepy smile forms on his face before he closes his eyes. For a couple of seconds, I find myself staring at C.K. lovingly. Damn, I couldn't have asked for someone more beautiful inside and out. I shake my head and smile. Then, I succumb to sleep myself.