Chapter 4

When I glanced at De’Andre in the mirror, he met my gaze and shook

his head, a faint smile on his face. The front of his jeans was

dark and damp, twin handprints on his thighs where I had pushed

myself up when I stood. “You’re cool, Nicky,” he finally told me.

“You’re aight.”

I leaned over the sink, soaping my hands, and

the hem of my T-shirt pulled up over my ass. I felt De’Andre’s gaze

on my backside and didn’t flinch when his hand eased between my

buttocks because I anticipated the touch. He thumbed along hidden

flesh until he found what he was looking for, then rimmed my tender

hole. “Come back to my crib,” he said, his words as gentle as his

thumb between my buttocks. “How ‘bout it, Nicky? Let me hit this

tonight.”

“I don’t know,” I started, aloof, but his

thumb slipped into me with a slick popand my knees buckled.

Suddenly he was on his feet, standing behind me, hands on my hips

and his limp dick pressed against my ass. I gripped the sides of