Harmony
This nigga is a whole type of crazy.
But he’s turning me the fuck on.
Jaheim grabs my arm again, so I spin around to glare at him. I feel confused as hell. I'm all the way pissed off cuz a man his age ain't even got rubbers on standby, but at the same time, I’m already imagining how good his fuck game is. I could let him hit it raw, but fuck that. Mates or not, I don't know him like that, and every nigga has to earn my shit.
“Do you want me to actually break it this time?”
I see him thinking about his next words. “Don't go.”
Ugh, I don't wanna. I wanted to fuck. For the past hour and a half I been sitting on that couch, listening to Carisse’s bullshit, thinking about how good this mate sex is gonna be. But now I feel nothing but disappointed by this nigga. “Why?”
He lets go of my arm. “Cuz...”
“I got school tomorrow and it’s late.” I sound more pissed off than I want, but that’s his fault. What grown man don’t carry rubbers?
“Give me your number. I'll call you tomorrow.”
I sigh. “Fine.” I roll off my number and I know he drop calls me cuz I feel my cell vibrate in my back pocket. “We done?”
He looks surprised but quickly looks as pissed off as I feel. I swear he’s lookin’ at me like he wants to beat my ass. “No, we ain’t.”
I look at his lips but then they’re suddenly on mine, and I’ll admit freely that I was no way in-the-hell ready.
Fuck the fireworks, this shit feels like a damn explosion.
I close my eyes as my body bursts into flames. He kisses me like he don’t give a fuck; taking what he seems to think is his. And even though I know what this actually is, I'm seriously fucked up by it.
He grabs my waist and I grab his neck in a desperate attempt to get closer to him, wishing there was nothing but skin between us. My pussy is havin’ a damn celebration between my thighs, too, like she's about to have the most epic orgasm known to warekind.
I gasp. “Fuck.”
His reply is an animalistic groan in my mouth that only excites me more. His hands find my body in multiple places and he's fucking rough with it, too. Lawwwwwwdt!
He sucks my tongue and my stomach cramps with both surprise and appreciation. His hand is suddenly between my thighs and I feel how turned on I am because of the way my panties edge between the crease of my pussy lips.
Lordt, he smells good as fuck...
I push myself against his hand and moan again, but he captures it with his mouth, inhaling my gasp as he rubs me there, hard. I’m practically humping his hand like a teenager, looking like some damn kid exploring herself for the first time, but instead of feeling ashamed, I can’t stop.
My, God, just fuck me, please!
No... I can't fuck him...
Oh, God, I want to, though...
I want to, so bad…
Shit, my mind is in meltdown and my lungs burn inside my chest.
Shit, shit, shit.
We should stop. I need to stop this before my decision not to fuck him gets dashed out the kitchen window.
I hear him say my name but don't have a clue what for. My heart flutters for it, though. I go in search of his dick and when I feel that hardness beneath my palm, I shudder uncontrollably.
He snatches my hand away from him before stepping back from me. His eyes are blazing and dark as hell. My chest is heaving, and I think my pussy even cries from feeling the loss of his hand. I swear, I was so close to cumming, shit ain't even funny.
“Who the fuck are you?”
My heart hammers at his question but after the initial shock of it, I realise he's just confused with how he feels.
He doesn’t know…
“I need to go.” I look down at his dick imprinted in his sweats. I can see all the ridges of his crown tryna escape out the fabric, too.
My thighs clench.
I quickly turn around and after finally escaping out the kitchen, I grab my coat from the sofa and almost run to the front door. Shit has got me alllllll the way fucked up.
I turn the latch to open the door but he's suddenly beside me, his hand on top of mine. “Tomorrow.” He says it in a way that leaves absolutely no room for negotiation.
I will see him tomorrow.
I look up into his hazel eyes, ready to tell him no, but my body begins to burn all over again, so I just nod my head.
“Let me know when classes finish. I wanna see you.” He steps closer. “We need to finish what the fuck we just started.”
Hell, yes. I nod again.
He leans in to kiss me, but I hold his chest with my palm. If I let this nigga kiss me again then I won't be able to leave. “Don't forget those rubbers.” I push him back and then escape, pulling the hell out of the door to close it behind me. I don't even wait for the lift, either, I take the steps instead.
My body’s screaming at me, telling me I’m running in the wrong direction, and I agree. With every step I take, I feel how soaked my pussy is and regret my decision to leave. I can feel my wet panties all rubbing against me.
I can't even think cuz I'm so turned on. I make it outside and race to my Escalade, and after locking the doors, I push a hand into my panties and jeans to rub myself off.
I have never been so wet in my life, and five strokes on my clit is all it takes.
“Oh, God!” I grab the steering wheel and cum so hard that my head throbs from the force of it. The waves of heaven come thick and fast and my moans turn to gasps as I fall the fuck apart.
I close my eyes and rest my forehead on the steering wheel.
I’m so screwed.
I finally pull my hand from my jeans but when I look up, my eyes are drawn to the third floor of the apartment block, and I see Jaheim standing there, looking out the window.
At me.
Oh, fuck.