Biting My Neck: a Hood Rich Urban Romance

Mitch lounged on the floor in my mother’s living room, smoking as I sat across from him. He exhaled a slow stream of smoke into the air.”So when are you going to stop playing around and let me be with you, Zuria?” he asked with a sly grin.”Let you do what?” I raised an eyebrow, watching him.”You know.” He smiled, all confidence.”Maybe when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend properly.” I plucked the blunt from his hand and pressed it into the ashtray on the coffee table.”Why’d you do that?” he asked, leaning closer, his gaze locked on mine.”I’ve told you already—you can’t smoke in here, Mitchell.””You’re really not even supposed to be here,” I reminded him. My mom had a strict rule about boys in the house. But he didn’t seem to care. Instead, he pressed his head into my neck, leaving gentle kisses there.”Stop,” I protested with a laugh as he pushed himself closer and pressed his lips to mine, guiding me backward onto the carpet.”Mitch,” I said quietly, my voice shaking a little as he moved over me, his weight settling carefully on top.”Come on, let me be with you,” he whispered against my ear, still kissing my neck.”Mitch, we can’t. My mom will be home soon,” I warned, but he ran his hands up my skirt anyway.”Stop worrying so much,” he said. He kissed me deeply, his fingers brushing against me in a way that made me gasp.My breath caught, unfamiliar with the sensation but unable to deny how good it felt. I knew my mother would be home soon, but stopping didn’t seem possible anymore.He kept touching me as I lay there, staring up at him. He looked down at me with that confident smirk, and I couldn’t help but smile faintly, reaching up to brush his cheek.I was completely in love with him.