“Hi Tiffany, what’s up with you? You okay?” Roman’s worried voice asked, as soon as the call was answered.
Tiffany glanced at Brent, who was gently stroking her hair, while she laid on his laps, she smiled softly and looked away.
“Hi Rome, I’m good, You?”
“I’m fine. I was worried about you the other night, I tried calling you but it wasn’t going through. Hope things are cool?”
Tiffany’s smile grew wider, which seemed to irritate Brent, as he stopped patting her hair and listened to their conversation.
“Awwn, you’re such a worry-head. Anyways I’m okay, doing great, as always.” She laughed.
Roman seemed to laugh too, “Is Brent there?”
“Uhhhm…” Tiffany glanced at him, waiting for a no or yes. He nods and grabs the phone from her hands.
“When did you become so caring to even ask about me?”
“Ohh common Brent, you’ve been extremely different these few days. But, hey, that’s not why I asked about you.”
Tiffany couldn’t the laugh that was etched on her lips although the time Brent and Roman talked. Brent’s facial expression was handsome yet funny.
Finally the call ended, Brent kept the phone at his side and gently grabbed Tiffany’s chin. “What’s so funny that’s making you laugh, hmm?”
“Your face.”
“Huh?”
“It’s funny. Rome is your best friend, you shouldn’t be talking to him like that.”
“Really? Not after I know how he feels about you.”
“Not like he knows we’re doing it?” she blushed, making her words obviously understood.
“Whatever. For I care he should get his eyes off you.”
Tiffany smiled, and decided to play tricks with him. “If he takes his eyes off me, I’ll have no admirer left. I’m beautiful and all, no doubt about that, so, he can’t take his eyes off this beautiful, besides Rome is cool, he’s handsome, I’m pretty sure he’d be good on…”
Tiffany didn’t get to finish her words as Brent, grabbed her chin again, and pulled her closer. “Don’t spill nonsense in front of me.” He warned, his gaze sending shivers to body.
“But I’m not spilling nonsense, everything I just said is true. Rome is not bad, I bet he’ll be good in bed too.” She defended innocently.
Brent gazed at her for a while and laughed, slowly releasing her chin.
“What’s funny?” she asked, confusedly.
“Who told you Roman is good in bed? Such a lie.” He laughed again.
Tiffany stared at him, as if trying to find out if he was lying. “Don’t talk bad behind people’s backs, Brent. If he’s that bad, those girls wouldn’t be lurking around him.”
“You seem so keen on defending him, tell me, have I been lenient with you in bed?”
Tiffany suddenly choked on her saliva, not expecting the sudden change of topic. “What has this got to do with Rome?”
“I get my answer then,” he leaned down, and brought his face close to her ear. “I’ll make sure to fuck out, every trace of Roman, left in your head. You won’t only lose your legs this time, even your voice, because you’ll cry, begging me to stop. Guess what? I won’t.” he chuckled lightly, and pulled away.
Tiffany shuddered with pleasure as every word that left his lips seemed to have an effect on her body. She turned slightly to meet his gaze, hooded with lust and desire.
“I’ll love to see you try.” She smacked her lips and slowly got up, bringing her butt to sit on his laps, while she played with the buttons on his shirt.
“Don’t be in such a hurry.” He smirked, holding her hands in place and he slammed his lips against hers.
With her back leaned on his chest, and their lips glued together. Brent’s free hands roamed around her body and stopped on the hem of her mini gown. Tiffany jerked, moving and rubbing her body on his arousal.
Brent released her lips, and brought his lips to her earlobe, catching the skin between his teeth, he lightly sucked on it and moaned, curling her toes in pleasure.
“You’re such a dirty girl,” he hummed, “My dirty girl.”
He brought his lips back to her succulent ones and took her lips.
His hand slid under her gown, tracing her panties which he pulled to open slightly to the side. “Wet already,” he groaned.
Without notice, he pushed two of his fingers into her opening, using his thumb to rub her clit.
“Oh my God, Brent!” She cried out, feeling immense pleasure.
He fingered her deeply, giving her no space to breathe, as her lips were sucked by him.
It wasn’t long before her orgasm crashed down her, leaving Brent’s fingers with her flowing juices. He slowly pulled out his fingers and brought them to his lips, sucking off every fluid on his hands.
“What to have a taste?” He asked, still licking off his hands.
Tiffany nodded shyly amidst her hazy eyes, a sweet smile tugged on her lips. Brent smiled, and took her lips again, making her taste herself in his mouth
Their passionate time was cut short, by the loud and blaring ringtone from Tiffany’s phone. Tiffany laughed and slowly got up from Brent’s laps, her legs wobbly as she sat on the couch and reached for the phone.
“Mom” she murmured and glanced at Brent.
“Hi mom,”
“Hello baby, how are you doing?”
“I’m fine mom, you? How’s dad?”
“I’m a good baby, I’m filing for a divorce with your dad once we’re back.”
Tiffany chuckled, knowing it was one of another result of their bickering.
“Baby, are you okay, your voice is a bit heavy and low?”
Brent’s lips curved up into a smile, “Go ahead, tell her what you just did.” He whispered, arching his brows.
Tiffany choked, pushing him away from her. All this while, she pinned her finger to the phone’s speaker, pushing it away from her mouth, so her mom won’t hear her.
When she brought it back to her lips, her mom’s worried voice was already calling her.
“Mom, you worry too much. I’m fine, do you doubt the skill of your brother in taking care of me?”
Her mom smiled, “Of course not, Brent’s a good man.” She said proudly.
Tiffany glared at Brent, her lips tugging with a smile. Only, if her mom knew how Brent was taking care of her.
“Alright baby, be good, we’re returning soon.”
“Okay mom. Has dad found another pretty daughter and forgotten about me?” Tiffany pouted, making her voice coquettish.
“Oh no, baby, you’re sad. I have been doing most of the work. He never gets a chance, don’t worry he’ll call you soon okay?”
“Okay mom, I love you.”
“I love you too baby.”
With that the call ended. Tiffany glanced at Brent and both bursted into laughter.
“Oh gosh, I’m not a good daughter.”