After Josiah finished his sandwich, he and Grace sat in the kitchen, telling each other random facts they didn't know about each other.

It started off as a joke, then gradually turned into a more serious conversation, with Josiah telling Grace how he was handling his sex addiction prior to meeting her.

"I mean in prison it was cool 'cause I couldn't have sex with nobody, so it really wasn't that bad." He stated while fiddling with the bottle top of his water, "Then I came home and went straight to the group."

Grace was doing the timeline in her head, "So I was the first person you had sex with in four years?"

He shook his head, almost shamefully, "I slipped a couple times. You were the first person I'd had sex with in 3 months."

"Wow, I fucked up your sobriety? I feel bad now."

She wasn't being funny, she was honestly disappointed in herself for ruining something he was clearly proud of. Josiah had rejected her, and she pushed until he didn't.

"I mean I only have sex witchu' soooo." He shrugged, "Ion think it's that bad considering."

Now Grace was curious, "How many women have you slept with?"

And Josiah looked ashamed again, "I don't know."

There must've been horror on her face since he hurriedly assured her, "You've seen my test results. I always used condoms."

Leaning forward to place her elbows on the table, she rested her head in her hands, "But you and your siblings really support each other. I'm sure that helped."

"They don't know. They just think I like playing with my dick or some."

Grace laughed loudly, "You should tell them. Maybe they'll stop making jokes."

Like hell they would. The jokes would probably get worse.

"It ain't no problem right now anyway. I probably just needed to be in a relationship."

She looked at him shyly, "But you're not in a relationship."

His eyes met hers, and Grace felt like she was in middle school again, smiling stupidly at the table because the cute boy wanted to talk to her.

Well Josiah was more than cute, but you get the point.

"Grace you such a weirdo bro."

"How?" She laughed, burying her face in her hands, "You're the one flirting with me."

"I ain't even said shit."

"Are you scared to ask me to be your girlfriend? Just ask, I'll say yeah."

He snorted at how childish this was, but liked seeing Grace look so happy, "Am I supposed to get on one knee and ask?"

"Please don't. I don't have a good track record with proposals."

Her response came out without her even thinking about it since she was comfortable around Josiah.

When his gaze turned questioning, she wished she hadn't said it.

"Somebody proposed to you?"

"I wouldn't say all of that. It was just a miscommunication."

Josiah already knew who had probably done it, the same person who was texting her, "Damn Grace you pimping niggas like that?"

"No!" She yelled, embarrassed, "Like I said, it was a miscommunication."

"I don't want nobody tryna beat my ass over you."

Grace felt her face grow hot again, "Can you please stop talking?"

Josiah grabbed her hips and pulled her from her chair to sit on him, "I can fight though so I'm not really tripping."

"Josiah stop."

He opened his mouth to keep talking, when she pressed her lips against his. An almost immediate reaction beneath Grace made her laugh into his mouth.

"I'm sorry. It must suck that we can't do anything here."

"Why we can't?" Josiah asked, moving his lips down to her neck.

"Your sister's in the living room."

"And my sister gon' stay in the living room."

He'd actually never had sex with anyone in his bed, and was more than happy to christen it with Grace.

"What about Hassan and Faelyn?" She wondered quietly. She wanted to have sex, but also didn't want to get caught.

"All I gotta do is text them."

Neriah walked in the kitchen to get a can of soda, and saw Grace sitting on her brother. They didn't even look at her, so she cleared her throat, "I'm leaving. Going to the store."

She actually hadn't planned on going anywhere but wanted to give them privacy. Neriah knew how much Josiah wanted his space but couldn't exactly get that because of his situation.

When she walked out, she texted Hassan and told him to take Faelyn greedy ass to get some ice cream or something.

They waited until they heard the door close before going into Josiah's room.

Neriah was the one who ended up sleeping on the couch, giving Josiah back his bed since Hassan farted in his sleep, as well as snored.

There their kiss resumed, pausing in between Josiah taking off different articles of clothing until they were both naked.

His mouth alternated between breasts, slowly swirling his tongue around the nipples as Grace arched her center into him, searching for any form of friction.

When she saw he wasn't going to give it to her, she literally took matters into her own hands, sliding her hand between their bodies to massage her clit.

That was something Josiah wanted to watch, leaning back to stare intently at her hand, the shine from her arousal on her fingers.

"Fuck." Grace whispered softly when Josiah put his hand on her pussy, using the wetness as a lubricant to begin stroking himself.

If she thought it was erotic on FaceTime, it was that times a thousand in person. She would pay money to watch this everyday.

He suddenly leaned down, telling her "Keep playing with that pussy for me baby." before placing his tongue right beneath where Grace's fingers were.

It didn't take long before she came, Josiah lifting her off the bed by her thighs as he ate that one, and the one that was soon to follow.

When he reached for a condom, his head fell on Grace's stomach while groaning in frustration, "I don't have a condom."

He was about to go see if Neriah had any in her room when Grace stopped him, "It's okay."

She'd never not used a condom during sex, but as long as Josiah pulled out, they'd be fine.

Though that's what he wanted, Josiah also wanted to make sure that's what Grace actually wanted.

"You sure?"

Grace brought him closer so that his dick came into contact with her skin, the tip of it sliding against her folds.

His eyes closed as pushed in, savoring the feeling of unhindered contact, "Fuck Grace."

They continued in that position until he put her on her stomach, keeping Grace flat against the bed as he re-entered her.

He felt much bigger to her this way, which Grace made known by the way she bit the pillow to muffle her moans.

Josiah was watching his dick slide in and out, "That pussy so fuckin' good baby." Grace jumped slightly at the unexpected slap that he placed on her skin, "It's mine now."

No matter how many times it happened, Grace was always astonished that Josiah could make her cum just by speaking to her

Unable to move, she whimpered through her orgasm, wishing he'd give her a minute to recover.

Instead, every thrust became harder, faster,the sound of flesh colliding almost as loud as Grace, "Oh my fucki- baby, fuck!"

Her words became a string of profanities echoing through the room, Josiah aggressively panting 'Mine' in her ear.

He abruptly pulled out of her, wetness running from her pussy and onto the bed as it clenched from the aftermath of her orgasm.

"Damn." He muttered in awe, kissing the small of her back, "I'm tryna make you nut like that every time baby. I want all that shit."

Maybe she was a masochist since she quivered at his words, pushing her lower half against his, "Put it back in."

Josiah slipped back inside eagerly, making her cum exactly like that again.

• • •

"I thought y'all meant a quickie or some." Hassan said while shaking his head, "Y'all was holding this bitch down."

Neriah laughed as she got another piece of sushi from the container, "I don't know why you thought that."

"Where is this from again?" Grace asked, ignoring Hassan's comment.

"It's a sushi place up the street."

"They'd make a killing near the city. I have to bring Mason."

"Who's Mason?"

Grace paused to swallow before answering, "My brother."

"You got a brother?"

"Damn nosy ass dude." Josiah interrupted, "What she just say?"

Neriah was more interested in seeing her brother, "What does he look like?"

"You always think somebody wanna talk to yo ole' gotdamnnn."

"Gon' start so I can roast yo ass. I'm telling Grace how you go through 10 bottles of lotion a day nasty ass nigga."

"That's why them Africans took ya' edges and you look like Caliou when you take off that wig."

Hassan was already laughing, but he fell out of the chair when Grace asked, "Wait, why would some Africans take your edges?"

"Where is the culture G? Man you gotta come on this side of town."

"I only get my hair braided by Africans." Neriah explained, "And they grip your edges for dear life even when you ask them not to."

"You've never had braids?" Faelyn asked.

"I had like, french braids."

Neriah shook her head, "I'll do you some if you want. I have my license in cosmetology."

While they continued talking, Grace and Neriah looked at braids that she may like.

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