Don't Mess With the Carter Boys: The Carter Boys 3

by Desirée

He came back up, wiping his face as my body continued to tremble. I realized I just came so much on his nose, mouth, and chin. I was embarrassed.

  “I’m so sorry,” I breathed, trying to wipe his face. He smiled as he got up, taking my hand to get me to stand up. “What are we doing?”

  He stepped out of his briefs. His dick stood long, thick, and proud in the city life, almost at an upward angle. Coming to me again, he moved my hair out of the way as he went for my neck, hands grabbing my ass as I wrapped my arms around him.

  “No other nigga better not have what I’m about to take,” he breathed hard against my ear. I nodded, and in one swoop, he picked me up.

  I gripped his face, looking him directly in the eyes.

  “You love me?” he asked, trying to playfully bite my finger.

  “I love you, Shiloh,” I stated, kissing him.

  He lifted me higher to adjust my weight on his arms, then walked us to the window with his back against the glass.

  “Damn, you dripping on my chest, baby,” he breathed anxiously as I held onto him tighter, looking out at the view of Atlanta.

  The song switched to ScHoolboy Q’s “Studio.” He would have this on his playlist for sex.

  “Don’t let go,” he demanded as my eyes lit up.

  “You’re not about to—I can’t lose it like this!” I shrieked, seeing him smile, hearing the intro of the song start to build up. “Shiloh, I’m so serious. I’m not—”

  He slowly lowered me down, eyes never leaving mine, and just as I felt his tip at the entrance, I started to freak.

  “Shiloh, I’m not ready. I’m not—”

  Soon as the beat hit, he dropped me down on him in one swift move, and everything came to a complete standstill. Our bodies were as one, as I stared at him in awe and pure ecstasy

  “Baaee,” I breathed in a low voice, taking in the feeling of him inside of me. It was slight pain, but nothing I couldn’t handle. Shit, this wasn’t what I’d been expecting at all. He lifted me up and started to slowly pump as my head went back, mouth wide. No words. He was thrusting in and out with his hips, pushing and pulling into me, low eyes at the lowest I’d ever seen.

  He bit his lower lip in concentration as he stroked. My nails gripped his shoulders before I took a hand to his curly scalp, fingers dipping between the black curls, mouth hung open unintelligibly.

  “Fuucck!” he let out. “You feel good, baby. I’ve been waiting on this.” He breathed heavily, moving back toward the bed. He laid me back on the edge. Gripping my thighs, he came down on me, and I went straight for his mouth, wrapping my legs tight around him to pull him deeper.

  My hands gripped the back of his head as we pulled away from each other’s mouths. Breathing hard into each other, our eyes never left each other for a second. I couldn’t explain it. Lord knows I couldn’t explain how good this felt, but he was into the song, and so was I. All we knew was each other at that moment. Nothing else mattered.

  He sat up, moving my legs to place on his shoulders as he slid back inside, causing a whole different feeling from the first two positions. Leaning forward, he held onto my legs as I gripped the sheets, dragging them down toward me with every stroke.

  “Oh my God,” I called out as he slapped my ass.

  “Don’t call that nigga name. What’s my name?” he demanded, going faster as my head went back.

  “God, I don’t know!” I moaned, feeling him slap my ass again.

  “I’m not mothafucking God. What’s my name?” Shiloh repeated, spreading my thighs as he pulled me to the edge of the bed, causing me to hang off of it. As he slid in once again, I damn near screamed out Shiloh’s name.

  “Who’s fucking you?” he started.

  I felt his tip rub hard against a certain spot, causing my body to tremble.

  “Nah, nah,” he said, pulling out quickly. “Not yet, baby.”

  “Shiloh!” I whined, and he backed up, smiling. Why the fuck would he do that?

  “Turn over,” he demanded.

  I did as I was told, feeling him slide my body forward as he picked my ass up in the air before slipping back in. I came instantly. I . . . I have no words for this sudden release other than the back was my new favorite position, hands down.

  He pulled out so fast, shooting out everywhere. I hadn’t even realized he didn’t have on a condom until now. We lay limp on the bed, with him on top of my back, kissing my shoulder, resting his head on me.

  “We not done, baby,” he said in a low voice.

  “You put me in a million positions already.”

  “I was just trying to see which you respond to, so I know what you like and don’t like.”

  “What have you found out?” I asked, turning my head to the other side, feeling him kiss my back before slowly laying down next to me.

  We were sweating so bad, the sheets were soaked, bodies soaked, and hair wet. I was still shaking a little, but I felt like a new woman. Everything was different now that I’d had sex.

  “You take direction well,” he teased, and I playfully hit him.

  “Did I feel okay for the first time?” I asked, and his eyes grew wide. “I mean, I know you are used to girls—”

  “Everything I imagined and more,” he said, cutting me off.

  I kissed him on the cheek before making my way on top of him.

  “You ready to ride a nigga now?”

  I smiled, whipping my hair back as I sat up, dropping my head back before lowering down on him ever so slowly. That angle caused me to lean forward as his hands gripped my hips.

  “Shit, that was sexy as fuck what you just did,” he moaned in a shaky voice. “Fuuck, Noe!”

  Covering his mouth with my hand, I smirked. It was my turn. One thing I can say is that I learn quicker than most. It was definitely going to be a long night.

  * * *

  Next time we woke up, it was going on one in the afternoon. We’d had sex four times last night, not including waking up at eight for a small quickie in the living room, trying to get some breakfast brought to us. I couldn’t get enough. Stretching, I yawned as I opened my eyes. My body was hurting so good. We even put the vibrator to use, which he enjoyed watching me react to.

  Sitting up, I looked down at his sleeping body before grabbing my phone off the nightstand, seeing I had several missed calls. One was a call from the women’s clinic I was supposed to help with yesterday before they canceled. So, I decided to call them back first.

  “Hello?” a lady answered.

  “Hi, this is Noelle from—”

  “From Primary Baptist, right? Yeah, we missed you yesterday. We could have used your help a great deal,” she said.

  I scrunched my face up in confusion. “I was told it was canceled.”

  “Uhh . . .” She laughed slowly. “No way to cancel a women’s clinic. We just needed a few volunteers. Don’t worry, though. Next time we will definitely need some more help.”

  “Yeah,” I mumbled, feeling Shiloh move about in his sleep. I hung up and just stared at my phone.

  “What, baby?” he said in a low voice.

  I looked at him, seeing his eyes were barely open before he let out a deep yawn. “What’s the matter?”

  “I was supposed to be at the women’s clinic yesterday after work,” I told him.

  “Oh, yeah? So, what’s the problem?”

  “They asked where I was, and I thought . . . Michael told me it was canceled,” I said, looking at him. “But she was just telling me they were calling and looking for me. Why would he even lie like that?”

  “To give you that kiddie necklace he got from the bubblegum machine.” He yawned again as I hit him on the side. “Shawty, what?” He groaned. “I don’t know why that nigga lied. Don’t even know why you still fucking with him.”

  “I’m not. Now isn’t the time to be sarcastic, Shiloh. What if he’s, like, crazy or something? I didn’t even tell you what all he said to me yesterday.”

  “What he say, since you wanna spend the
next morning after we fucked to talk about this fuck-ass nigga?” he snapped. “If you feel threatened by ol’ boy, let me know now and he will be gone by the end of the night. If not, I’m not trying to hear that shit.”

  I remained quiet as I watched him check his phone, rubbing his eyes, sniffing his nose while glancing at me.

  “What, Noe?”

  I just shook my head, laying back down next to him as we both went through our phones in silence. Hearing the phone ring on speaker, I looked over, seeing he placed the phone on his chest, eyes closed.

  “Hello?” someone answered.

  “What’s good, Ant?”

  “Mannn, we gotta have some type of family meeting or something. Everybody needs to come together to figure out what the fuck the problem is. Elijah, Trent, and Jahiem still not fucking with each other. Talin siding with Jahiem, and the shit is about to get out of control. You need to fix the shit you created,” Anthony snapped.

  “I’m good on it,” Shiloh said easily as I looked at him.

  “Nigga, fuck you mean you good? You the one threatening to kill yo’ own bro—”

  “Listen,” Shiloh started, sitting up as he put the phone close to his mouth. “At the end of the day, we all family, we all related, right? My responsibility will always be the triplets. Nobody else but them. Jahiem had Elijah coughing up blood on the fucking ground over a bitch! Came at Trent, who didn’t even know what the fuck was going on, over a bitch’s mistake! Nigga, what’s done is done. I’m over the shit. If they want to continue to bitch and ignore each other, that’s them. I don’t give a fuck, but I know nobody better not lay a mothafucking hand on Eli and Trent. I know that,” he threatened.

  “You supposed to set the fucking example! How you—”

  Shiloh hung up. I watched him get up from the bed, naked, wondering if I should put in my two cents. Going into the bathroom, he turned the shower on. I felt his phone vibrate against the sheets on the bed. Looking at the screen, I saw it was his brother calling back.

  Well, I’m just going to have to get cussed out if what I’m doing is wrong. I’ll take the risk.

  “Hello?” I answered softly.

  “Oh, Noelle? Where did he go, sweetheart?” Anthony asked, Southern drawl laced in every word.

  “He’s in the shower at the moment.”

  “Do me a favor. Convince my brother to talk to Jahiem—”

  “I don’t really want to get involved in the family issue. I don’t think it’s my place.”

  “I know, and if he say something, blame it on me. I’m the one nigga he won’t step to like that. You’re his woman, so you have a certain hold on him that nobody else has. Just convince him to have a talk with Jahiem about what happened that night. I want this shit cleared up before Trent’s graduation party next weekend.”

  “What do I say to him? Just—”

  “Baby girl, whatever you gotta say to convince him. Nigga is stubborn as fuck.” I could hear his kids in the background, crying out as he sighed. “Shit, I gotta go. Yo, take down my number in yo’ phone and text me when he agrees to a talk.” He hung up, and I immediately did as told before thinking.

  I’m his woman, so I have a certain hold on him.

  I watched him walk out of the bathroom, drenched in water, with a small towel for his face. He walked around to the other side of the bed, pulling out clothes.

  Looking his naked body over, I smiled. “I think you should talk to Jahiem,” I stated simply.

  “I think with all due respect,” he said, looking at me, “you should mind yo’ business.”

  I smiled, not even the slightest bit moved by the sarcasm and attitude.

  “Maybe I should, but being childish isn’t like you, Shiloh. It’s not in your nature, doesn’t suit you very well,” I said as he glared hard at me. “You’re usually so mature, and so ahead of your time in terms of thinking, that it’s almost shocking to see you stoop so low like this. Hmm,” I said, getting up with a shrug. “Almost kind of glad to see this side of you, really. Kind of lets me know you’re not as perfect as I thought.”

  With that, I went into the bathroom to take my shower. As soon as I walked out, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with the phone to his ear.

  “Yeah,” he mumbled. “We can all sit down and talk, but I won’t have shit to say, Anthony. Ain’t nothing left to say, but I’ll do that shit.”

  I smiled, leaning on the doorway as he glanced back at me.

  “Yeah, let me go. A’ight, bye.” He stood up, gray slacks unbuttoned, with the belt hanging loose, showing off his white boxer briefs. His body was dried and smoothed over with lotion as he stood in front of me, with my towel clinging to my body.

  “Good afternoon, baby,” I said as he leaned down to kiss me gently. I was going to gloat in his face about him agreeing to it, but I decided just to leave it as is. I knew the hold I had over my man.

  “Good afternoon, beautiful,” he said against my mouth.

  * * *

  Now, the moment Shiloh told me he had to step out to take care of business, of course, the first person I called was Tyree and Layla, who weren’t far from where I was staying. Instead of talking on the phone, giving them detail for detail, I told them to come over.

  They made their way over in less than fifteen minutes. The banging on the door almost scared me half to death as I rushed to open it. There they stood, with shades on, coats in hand, high fashion boots, and designer labels, fresh from a photo shoot where a stylist probably let them keep the clothes.

  “Girl, look at this room!” Tyree shrieked. He walked in, hands out, taking his shades off as he looked around. His bald head was shining in the sunlight from the window as he smiled at me. “I’m so jealous. I swear sometimes I can’t stand you, bitch.”

  “What did I do?” I laughed as Layla walked around, eyeing the place, nose turned up in her usual fashion.

  “I mean, it’s probably bigger rooms than this,” she started.

  Tyree rolled his eyes at me before making for the bed, jumping body first into the center. “Ooo wee! Y’all had mad sex in this bed, I can tell! Gurl, I can smell it!” He laughed as my mouth dropped.

  “Oh my God, get up!” I shrieked, embarrassed, before we all made our way onto the bed, kicking our shoes off. I wore a simple T-shirt with a pair of Shiloh’s boxers as I let my hair air dry. I was keeping it simple because I didn’t plan on leaving this room until it was time for me to go. I still had another night.

  “So, how was it?” Layla asked.

  “It was . . . amazing.”

  “Ahhhhhh! She did it! She’s a woman now!” Tyree screamed, hugging me hard. “How was that stroke game? Girl, please let a nigga know if my dreams are true about Shiloh’s fine ass.”

  I ended up telling them everything from start to finish—from how I sat in the tub to losing my virginity in the air, to waking up to eat and have more sex. They knew everything. By the time I was done, Tyree shook his head, eyes closed.

  “Girl, I’m hard as fuck right now. I’m not going to even lie to you,” he stated as Layla and I laughed. “So, he ate the booty too. I had to turn Trell on to that about a year ago, because the nigga was not having it.”

  “Well, Ronny don’t have a problem doing it,” Layla boasted, whipping her braids back.

  “Well, Ronny is a no-name nigga,” Tyree retorted. “He ain’t got no choice but to do it to make up for lack of status. Now, back to Shiloh. Did you like it?”

  “I loved it,” I cheesed, ignoring the fact that he just made Layla feel like shit.

  “Mmm, just like Shiloh to fuck a bitch in the air. Hold up! Let me call my man and ask why he not doing me like that,” he said, grabbing his phone as I laughed. “Listen to this fool’s answer. I know he’s gon’ have something stupid to say.”

  “Y’all are a mess.” Layla laughed as the phone rang on speaker.

  “Yeah, bae?” Ontrell answered.

  “What you doing?” Tyree asked, signaling for us to keep quiet. />
  “About to walk in this studio to start recording.”

  Hearing a door chime, I could hear Elijah yelling in the background. Then I heard Ontell address someone: “You good, folk?”

  “Yeah, man, everything is everything, cuz,” the other guy said.

  “Bae, I’m about to hop in this studio. What did you need?”

  “Why my friend getting fucked in the air, but I can’t?” Tyree complained.

  I nearly fell off the bed from laughing.

  “Nigga, whet, bruh?” Ontrell retorted. “Fuck is you talking about?”

  “Why my girl having sex in the air, standing up, but I can’t get that?”

  “’Cause ain’t nobody picking yo’ big ass up like that. Nigga, get off my phone playing,” he snapped as we all laughed before hanging up.

  Tia

  Sitting at the MARTA Westlake train station, I waited for my train to arrive. I’d been waiting for damn near three hours. It was not because my train didn’t come. That shit ran like clockwork on a good day. I just didn’t have no place to go. It was almost the last week of school, but I had already finished up my exams, and they wanted everyone out of the dorms and apartments on the yard by Friday afternoon. It was now Saturday. I packed everything I could possibly pack into two suitcases and dipped. I spent Thanksgiving with Porscha and her family, because like I said, my parents weren’t fucking with me like that no more. My brother and I never got along, and I told Jahiem that shit. I fucking told him the issue with my family, and yet still . . .

  Shaking my head, I watched another train pull up as people stepped up to the platform, ready to board. I had my last bundle of weave in my hair that had I put in a few days ago, and I was wrapped up in my thick coat, leggings, and UGG boots, with no makeup. My Chanel shades concealed the bullshit in my eyes that I’d had to go through these past couple of weeks. I went from shopping in the best stores, looking for shit to decorate a baby’s room with, being in love with the funniest, craziest man I will ever know, to this—waiting at a train station with one last trip to my card, ten dollars in cash, and a suitcase full of clothes I couldn’t fit. I had missed my doctor’s appointment last week because who the fuck was going to pay for that shit? Jahiem had all of that taken care of, not me.