Antagonize Me

by T. L Smith

  “You said you were happy.”

  “I was, the moment I saw your face. You always me happy.”

  “You’re not turning all sappy on me are you, Kyrone?”

  “No, just trying to get into your pants,” he says, and I know he's serious. It’s funny, though.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, referring to the game he wants to play.

  “We are going to play Drinking Jenga. Come over and help me,” he says, setting the tequila bottle on the table.

  “I know how to play Jenga, but Drinking Jenga?” I ask as I sit and watch as he starts writing on the blocks. I lean over so I can see what he’s writing. It says, Take a piece of clothing off. I laugh at him and he passes me the marker.

  “Write down on it what you would want me to do,” he explains, passing me the pen.

  “Lap dance,” he says reading what I’ve written. “I hope you pull that one, I missed those hips,” he says going for another. We take turns writing on each block and then the fun begins.

  “Are you making your own rules?” I ask when he explains to me that I have to take a shot for each one I pull. He puts his hand to his heart as though I’ve hurt him.

  “Why would you accuse me of such things? These are the rules of Drinking Jenga.”

  “Yeah, right,” I huff at him.

  “Plus, I want to have a little fun. Get you loosened up before you become my bitch later on in the bedroom.”

  “Your bitch? Bitch, you will be my bitch. Besides, who said I was sleeping with you? That shit ain’t happening,” I reply, shaking my head at him. He pulls a block out and I lean over to read it. It reads, Tell a secret. I look at him and sit back, waiting. “I’m waiting,” I say, tapping my fingers on the table.

  “Okay, you are the only girl I want to fuck,” he says and I laugh.

  “That’s not a secret and it’s not true. You fuck everything,” I say back to him.

  “I don’t fuck everything and it was a secret. I haven’t told anyone that,” he says and points at me to take a turn. I pull mine out and read out loud what it says, “Body shot.” I look to him and he looks pleased, happy even.

  “I chose to do it on you,” he says with that smug smile not leaving his face. I shake my head. I’ll do it on him because if his lips touch my body, my willpower will be gone and I will let him have me nine ways to Sunday.

  “Lay down,” I say and he throws his shirt off. I pause for a moment to take him in. His stomach is ripped and it doesn’t have a trace of fat on it anywhere.

  “You going to ogle all day or…?” He stops when I grab the tequila and place it in a shot glass, grab the salt and lean down while he’s on the floor. My mouth touches his abs and I feel him breathe in. I like the effect I have on him. I drag my tongue up and keep going until I reach the center of his chest. I stop and lift my mouth and pour some salt there. I look at him and see his eyes trained on me. I lick the salt off and take the shot. He has the lime in his mouth and I reach for that, his eyes continuing to watch me as I do so.

  “We need to do that again… in the bedroom so I can have my way with you,” he says with a grin.

  He pulls out his next one and smiles wide. He faces it to me so I can read it, Lap dance. “I was really hoping you got this one.” He grabs a chair and positions me on it. He goes to the television and turns it onto the music channel. He starts circling me, trying to be seductive though he hardly has any rhythm at all. He definitely wasn’t built to dance sexually. I try my hardest not to laugh out loud. He pulls his shirt out and lifts it a tad as he stands in front of me, swaying from side to side. His legs come around either side of my chair and he starts to grind himself on me, watching himself as he does. I watch his face go from straight to grinning when he thinks he has this down pat. He turns around and his ass is in my face. I slap it and he brings it down to my lap. His dancing is awful, but it’s also one of my favorite moments. Watching him step into something he’s never done before is fun. The song stops and he tucks his shirt back in, takes a bow and I snort because the laugh that comes out is so loud.

  “Well, if that isn’t attractive, I don’t know what is,” he says, referring to me snorting. I stand and swat him as I walk back to the game. I take out my block and I know I didn’t write these words. I don’t know why he would have written this.

  “Are you sure?” I ask, showing him the block. He reads it and nods his head. I crawl over to him and look at his lips, then his eyes, back to his lips, then to his eyes again. We are face to face now, inches apart.

  I think the kiss over in my head before my lips go to touch his. I think of how I can imprint me onto him, to place a part of me on his soul.

  “You can say no and do a double shot,” I say, inches from his lips, my breathing heavy, wondering what he will taste like. So many years have separated us and now my lips are about to become one with his again.

  “No backing out, Pinkie. It’s not my style,” he says those last words before our lips become one.

  He tastes sweet and his lips are soft. He grabs the back of my head and brings me so we’re practically joined, nothing separating us but air. Our bodies are flush and he opens my mouth with his. I touch my tongue on his, wanting more, needing more. I feel him smile around my lips and I push my body even closer, needing more of him. He obliges and grabs hold of my ass to keep me glued to him. I run my hands through his hair, never wanting it to end. This is the type of kiss that will never leave you, one that will be imprinted on both of us for all eternity. No one can compare to this, and that in itself, scares me. He scares me with his passion and with his need for me, but more so by my need for him.

  The kiss slows down and we slightly pull apart, heads still touching and lips separated. I can feel his breath on me and it’s intoxicating.

  “Fuck,” he says quietly, my head still touching his as we gasp for breath. “Now I know why I wanted to wait,” he tells me and leans back in to kiss me again. His hands explore my body this time, touching everywhere. I move to stop him and he grabs my hands. “Just let it happen. It’s bound to happen regardless of what you do. Why stop fate?” he asks, looking into my eyes with so much emotion in them, full of his need for me.

  He picks me up and carries me to his bedroom like he’s done so many times before like he’s my prince and he can’t let me walk, in case I might run. He hates it when I run. He lays me backward on the bed, his body covering me as his lips touch mine again. He makes me swoon like I’ve never swooned before. His lips briefly leave mine to make their way down my neck, then back up again to my lips. He’s savoring my lips. Always kissing, like he can’t stop.

  He sits on top of me and removes his shirt. Once his shirt is gone, he does the same with mine. He unclips my bra and when it’s gone, his lips descend onto my breast. He uses his hands to work my pants off and also his. I kick mine off the rest of the way and now we’re completely naked. Body on body, skin on skin.

  “You can never leave me again, Christina,” he says before his lips recapture mine. I want to tell him I never want to, I want to stay in this position forever, together, with the feel of his lips suffocating me, loving me even. I believe that’s what he’s showing me. He has never touched me like I might break before. The way his fingers scroll up the sides of my body like he wants to know all of me.

  He sucks on my breast and separates my legs with his. I feel his cock at my entrance and I bring my body up to his, wanting to have him, needing it. He nudges my entrance teasing me, and I smile. I reach below us and insert him inside me, but he stops when I do. He wasn’t expecting me to be so needy though I am. I’m very needy right now. I want it all.

  I pant when he begins to thrust, his hips moving in and out. I move with him, his lips touching mine again, always touching mine. I reach up to deepen the kiss and continue to rock my body with him, not wanting the pleasure to end.

  My mouth gasps against his when I reach that point, that point where I’m about to explode. His lips lay on mine and I know
he’s close, as close as I am. He thrusts faster, faster and faster until my body can’t hold off any longer and I become undone.

  I scream so loudly I’m glad he doesn’t have roommates. He collapses on top of me and then rolls to his back, taking me with him and positioning me on top. I lay there, not having the energy to lift my head. He brushes his hands through my hair and kisses the top of my head.

  “We need to fuck at least twice a day for the rest of our lives,” he says. I hit his chest and lay back down.

  “Who said I was going to do that again with you?” I mumble into his chest.

  “Oh, I know you will. You can’t say no to me. You even tried to and that didn’t last more than an hour.”

  “Well, next time I’ll aim for two hours,” I say smiling, knowing he will win.

  “Will you stay with me?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I reply, referring to now.

  “No, I mean for as long as I can have you. Will you stay with me?” he asks.

  “I eventually have to go home, but for now I am free.”

  “Why do you have to go home?” he asks, pulling my chin up so I can look at him.

  “I have to go back to my job. I have all my things at home,” I explain.

  “Yes, I can get all that sent here and you don’t need a job. I earn enough for you to dance all your life. Hell, I’ll pay for you to dance for me every night,” he says winking, and I know what he’s saying is true, but I can’t move that fast. I can’t live with him already.

  “Kyrone, you had a girlfriend less than twenty-four hours ago. Don’t you think you are moving too fast?” I ask him.

  “She was a filler. You are my fill,” he tells me.

  “It’s a bit fast, don’t you think?” I repeat, questioning his logic.

  “We’ve been separated far too long. We didn’t know what we wanted in college, but I know what I want now and I have for a long time. It’s you, Christina. Just say you want me too?” he asks while I watch him.

  “I do want you. It may have taken awhile to get there, but it’s you I want,” I tell him truthfully.

  “So don’t let time or distance stop us. Let’s do it. Fuck, let’s get married and call it a truce,” he says smiling brightly.

  “You have gone bonkers! Guess I better cut the sex back so you get back to normal.” I say joking with him.

  “Girl, if you even think you can resist this, you are dreaming. I know you want it.” He thrusts himself on me. I laugh and kiss his lips one more time. I love kissing them and I love how they feel touching mine.

  “Will you come to a party with me tomorrow night? A new club is opening and I have to make an appearance,” he says with his lips inches from mine.

  “I don’t know. I don’t have anything to wear,” I reply and he smiles.

  “This should be fun. Guess we’re going clothes shopping tomorrow,” he says, still smiling.

  “I don’t know. Why you are smiling? I hate shopping.”

  “Yes, but I love it. To know you are going to be naked in a public area with only a curtain separating us. Think of all the fun we can have with that.”

  “We are not having sex in the dressing room,” I tell him sternly.

  “Maybe head?” he asks with a serious look.

  “You’re not getting head either.”

  “I wasn’t thinking of me.” He winks at me.

  “Well, in that case, I’m sure that could be arranged.” I smile at him.

  “That’s my girl.”

  Kyrone was thoroughly disappointed when he didn’t get to give me head in the shopping center. The sales lady would not leave us alone. Apparently she’s a big fan of his and wouldn’t stop talking to him. He tried hard to get her to disappear, but she wouldn’t have it. I tried on four outfits before I got sick of her touching him and praising him. His head is big enough as it is without her adding to it. Though each time I walked out with a new outfit on, he would stop talking to her and look at me like he wanted to eat me regardless of whether we had an audience. I look for a new hair accessory to add to the pile of clothes and when I return he’s bought everything I tried on.

  “I can buy my own clothes,” I say, not happy about this.

  “Why would you do that when I can?” he asks like it’s a natural occurrence.

  “I have my own money, Kyrone,” I tell him, not wanting an audience.

  “Yes, but I have more,” he replies, grabbing for my hand as we walk out.

  “I have more, way more,” I tell him. He doesn’t really know how much I actually have.

  “I doubt that,” he says laughing softly.

  “What do you earn a year? A few million maybe?” I say to which he nods his head.

  “I have triple that,” I say smiling victoriously. He stops and looks at me.

  “Why do you want to go back to New York to work then? You don’t have to leave,” he says, not even referring to the amount of money I have.

  “I want to do something with my life. I don’t want to do nothing.”

  “You are doing something. You’re making me happy. Making me love.” I stop and look at him. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I don’t love easily. My mother and my father are the only ones I’ve even given my love to. You, Christina, you are stealing it,” he says, leaning in to kiss me. I see a flash go off next to me and turn to see a cameraman taking photographs of us. I duck my head and keep walking. Kyrone catches up and grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers.

  “It’s late, we have to go and get ready,” he says and I look at the clock. It’s already seven p.m.

  Once we arrive back at his hotel, I shower and start getting ready while he’s on the phone. I hear his voice raise up a couple of times and he definitely doesn’t sound happy. I watch him from the mirror as I do my hair and he calls someone else. He isn’t yelling this time, his voice is soft and gentle. He sees me watching and winks at me through the mirror. I drop my towel and shimmy into one of the dresses we purchased. This one is long at the back and short at the front. It pushes my boobs right up and there’s no need to wear a bra. He hangs up when I walk out of the bathroom and his eyes appreciate me, taking me in.

  “You can’t leave my side,” he says, then walks to the closet, pulls out a pair of black slacks and puts on a blue button up shirt. He leaves the two top buttons undone and I want to walk to him to strip him naked and then run my hand all over his body.

  “Dirty girl,” he says and my eyes shoot back up to his. “We will have all night,” he says and comes over to help me with my heels. I don’t have much makeup on, just mascara and some blush. My heels lace up over my ankle and he lightly drags his hand up my leg, stopping just short of my dress.

  “Don’t tease,” I say to him. He stands when they are both done and leans forward and kisses my cheek.

  When we arrive at the club, we are dropped right at the door. We go straight to the front of the line and are ushered inside. People approach and start talking to Kyrone immediately, but he holds my hand, not letting go. I stand there listening to how everyone thinks he will be the next biggest thing in football, bigger than he already is, and smile when he introduces me.

  I pull away to get a drink. The drink I was given when we arrived is all gone and I need a new one. Kyrone pulls me back. “Where are you going?” he asks in my ear.

  “I need a drink, I’ll be right back,” I reply and he reluctantly lets me go after kissing me on the lips. The bar is packed. I try to wave down a bartender, but he doesn’t see me. A very large man, who’s quite attractive, smiles at me. While he may be bigger than Kyrone, he is not as handsome.

  “Hey pretty, what can I get ya?” he asks, waving his hand. The bartender flies down the bar to him. I tell him my order and thank the man next to me. He smiles and it gives me the creeps. “What do ya say we head back to the private area for a while?” he asks, his breath absolutely stinking of alcohol and it immediately makes me want to throw up.

  “No thanks. Thanks for the dr
ink,” I say and turn to walk away. He grabs me by the waist and it pisses me off. I turn around to say something when he pulls my body flush to his.

  “No one says no to me. You must be shy. Want me to loosen you up?” he slurs. Yuck! I try to pull away, but he’s strong. A fist comes flying past my head and I just miss the impact when it hits Stinky straight in the mouth. He lets go of me and I stumble back, landing in Kyrone’s arms.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, turning me around then looking me up and down. “Shit! This is the exact reason why I didn’t want you to leave me,” he says, looking back at Stinky.

  “Never touch her again, Gallon,” he says to the man who’s now standing back up.

  “She wanted it,” he spits. Kyrone flies past me and slams his fist into his face one more time. Security is called and come to pull them apart. “You wait, you prick. You will pay for touching me!” Gallon shouts at Kyrone. I grab Kyrone’s hand and pull him to the door. He doesn’t say a word when we get to the car and he still doesn’t speak to me when we get home.

  I can’t take his silence anymore, so I decide I’ll get him to speak. I walk to where he’s lying on the bed and stand at the end.

  “Didn’t you promise me something tonight?” I ask, dropping the shoulder of my dress. He doesn’t respond and I drop the other. “If you don’t want it…” I shrug my shoulders and let the dress drop, then walk to the kitchen completely naked. I hear his footsteps coming up behind me. He grabs my hair and pulls me back roughly, the back of my head landing against his chest.

  “This is why.” He breathes hard. “This is why I avoided this relationship back then,” he says and I understand. “I go crazy with the thought of you… ” He touches me, touches my breast. “With another man’s hands on you.” His hand moves lower, making me breathe heavier. “With another man’s eyes on you.” He touches me in that spot, that spot that makes me so wet. “No one can ever have you,” he says, inserting a finger. “They can’t have what’s mine. Never,” he says and inserts another.