I haven't seen Gio in about two weeks, and I also haven't had sex in two weeks. The first week was because of my period. The second week, I just wasn’t feeling like going out.
Today, I have to go to a family wedding. I have to take a man with me because I've never brought a boyfriend to any of our gatherings, parties, or events. So today, I decided to take Javon. He’s very attractive—light skin, hazel eyes, curly hair.
I do find him attractive, but I wouldn’t be with him. He’s sweet and gentle, and I don’t like it. Maybe I’ll accept sweet and gentle from the right person one day, but not him. I told him it was only for tonight’s wedding, and he agreed. He’s been trying to get at me for the longest now; he knows he’s good looking, and that’s why he keeps trying.
I’ve been thinking about Gio a lot. I don’t know why—it’s probably the way he fucked me. I’ve been thinking about him so much, it’s killing me.
My aunt and her husband just finished their speech, which was cute. Me and Javon are sitting next to each other, trying to make this seem real. He’s definitely taking advantage; his hand is on my thigh. I don’t say anything because people are watching.
I look to the side and spot someone I know. I can’t see his face, but I recognize the body.
He turns around, and his eyes land on mine.
Gio is fucking here?
I’m shocked. I break the eye contact, but when I look back, I see him talking to another man.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I say, and they nod.
I don’t even think he remembers me for real. I must have been just a quick fuck to him. Honestly, that was the fastest I’ve come in years—he was that good.
I check myself in the mirror because there’s no way he’s here at this wedding. And the way he looked at me… I folded so quickly.
There’s a knock on the door.
“Someone’s in the bathroom!” I shout.
A husky voice I recognize responds, “I know, angel. Open up.”
WTF is he doing?
“What do you want, Gio?”
“Open this fucking door before I kick it in,” he says.
I know he will.
I open the door and step back as he walks in, closes the bathroom door, and locks it.
He moves toward me. “Hey, angel. Miss me?” he says with a smirk.
I look up at him—his lips, then his eyes. I did miss him. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, but I’m not telling him that.
“Ehh, not really,” I say, trying to keep my cool.
He chuckles. “Who’s that guy, angel? You got a new boyfriend? Hmm?” He traces my jawline.
“Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t,” I say.
He laughs at my answer and grabs my jawline tightly. “You know how it feels to crave someone so badly, angel? Hmm,” he whispers, kissing beneath my ear.
“Because I do. I’ve been craving you ever since I fucked you at your place,” he continues, kissing me. “I still taste your sweet pussy, angel. You know how hard it is having you on my mind all the time?” He looks me dead in the eyes and grips my neck.
“The worst shit is I come to this stupid wedding I didn’t want to attend, and I see someone touching you, making you laugh,” he says, still gripping my jawline, then smashes his lips against mine.
Fuck. I missed his lips. He smells so good. I could melt right now.
“Gio, you shouldn’t care. It was just sex. I didn’t expect to ever see you after what happened,” I say between kisses.
“Angel, you’re telling me you don’t crave me? Last time I checked, you were the one telling me to not stop while I was fucking you. Hmm,” he smiles.
He leans to my ear and whispers, “You haven’t thought about me kissing you? Fucking you? Sucking and eating your pussy, angel? Hmm.”
“Don’t lie to me, angel. I know you missed me,” he says with a smirk. “Am I right?” He kisses me hard.
“Yes,” I admit, and we start kissing again.
But if he craved me as much as he said, why didn’t he call or come see me at my apartment? He took me there once, so he knows where I live.
I break the kiss and step back for space. “If you craved me and missed me so much, why didn’t you call or show up at my apartment?”
He steps forward and grabs my jaw. He really likes doing that.
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