He was so smart, and I thought it was adorable how he loved numbers and math. Upon seeing him, you would think he was some drug dealer but he wasn’t. I was surprised to hear that he just assisted his father in balancing books. That’s all he would tell me anyway.
The fact that Britain was only fifty percent of what I thought he was like had me thinking about the way I’d come at Kimberlyn and Matikah about TQ and Lendsey. I thought I knew these guys based off what I’d heard numerous times, but clearly I didn’t know shit but the stuff the hoes they threw to the side told me.
I finished combing down my fresh press, and looked over myself in the mirror. Since we were just chilling at home, I chose to wear a simple tube dress. It wasn’t overly dressy, but it wasn’t sweats and a top either. The last conversation we had was last night where we talked on the phone until 3am. He was out in North Carolina with TQ for a business trip, so of course he used his free time at night to talk to me, and not his girlfriend, Tekeya.
I did feel some type of way about talking to him since he had a girlfriend, but I’m sure I wasn’t the only one, and Britain claimed that they were on the brink of breaking up. He said she was way too crazy, and always trying to put her hands on him. I wasn’t sure if I believed him, but it’s not like I was trying to make the nigga my man or anything.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
I heard someone knocking at the door of my apartment, so I rushed to answer it. Although I knew Britain was a thug all the way, my neighborhood Mattapan was not one to play with. It was nighttime and a little hot, which meant niggas would start acting a fool. The longer I kept him waiting outside, the more likely a problem would arise. People feared he and his brothers, but it was nothing for one idiot to act out and cause shit.
I answered the door, and there he was looking so damn good. He wore dark blue jeans that sagged just right, black and white chucks, and an all black hoodie. His hood was on, pushing his dreads to the front. His lips were so sexy, which made me realize I had yet to kiss them.
“For me?” I grinned as I took the boxed bottle of Patron from his hands.
“For us, fuck you mean?” he chuckled and stepped into my apartment, allowing me to inhale his cologne. He embraced me and I was sure that I’d came all in my panties.
After getting him settled on my couch, I rushed to the bathroom to wipe between my legs. My pussy was on that hoe shit, even when I wasn’t. After wiping myself up, I placed a liner in some fresh panties just in case my juices began to flow again. I washed and moisturized my hands, before double checking my appearance and coming back out. He looked so bomb as he frowned his face, searching for something for us to watch.
“Come,” he patted my couch once he’d noticed that I had returned. I smiled and sat down. I was so nervous that my leg was quivering, so I had to tuck it behind me. “You look good, shorty,” he licked his lips.
“Thank you. So do you.”
Right when I said that, my phone chimed, and Ethan’s name popped up. We both reached for it, but unfortunately Britain was much faster than me.
“Who is dude?” he questioned as he read whatever text Ethan had sent. I knew I should’ve listened to Kimberlyn when she told me to turn off the text preview feature, I thought.
“He’s my ex boyfriend.”
“Ex, why? You never mentioned him.”
“I don’t like talking about him. And he’s my ex because he and I don’t want the same things, you know? He wanted an open relationship, and at first I was okay with it but after awhile it didn’t feel right.”
“He allowed you to fuck other niggas?”
“I mean yeah, I could, but I only did once, and I felt disgusting afterwards.”
“Yo,” he burst into laughter. “No fuckin’ way I would allow my girl to bust it open for a random.” He shook his head repeatedly.
“I feel the same about my man, but I didn’t really have a choice in that area.”
“So why is he still calling you, does he know you’re mine? If not, you need to tell him.” Nigga what?
“Yours? How am I yours when you have a whole girlfriend who lives in your house, Britain?”
“She lives in the house I bought for us to live in together, but I’m never there, you know that. I’m always out of town working, or at my condo in Brighton.”
“Well no matter where you sleep, you have a bitch. I’m not trying to be your side chick or anything.”
He stared at me for a couple moments, and then tugged me closer to him. Caressing the side of his face, I leaned up a bit to kiss his soft lips. A few gentle pecks turned into hardcore kissing, and soon our tongues had become entangled. Feeling his big strong hand rub up my smooth thigh was life! Pushing my dress up, he grabbed ahold to the top of my panties, but I stopped him, not wanting him to see my panty liner.
“No, no, shorty, please,” he whispered before shoving his tongue back into my mouth, and roughly yanking my panties down.
Lucky for me, he threw them and didn’t even look at them. He then pushed my dress up over my head, leaving me butt ass naked. He just stared at my naked body, and ran one of his fingers between my breasts, and down my stomach. His mouth latched onto one of my nipples and sucked hungrily, and I just ran my hands through his dreads as he got his fix on them. Once he did, he picked me up and carried me to the back bedroom. Lying me down, he again admired my physique while removing his clothes. Standing at 6’5”, his body was in perfect condition under his beautiful light caramel complexion.
“Damn,” I whispered once his dick was exposed.
He smiled at me, and then set the condom in his hand on my nightstand. I just laid there, not knowing what was next, but I was dripping like crazy. Dropping to his knees, he pulled my body to the edge of the bed, and began devouring my kitty. He placed his hands on the backs of my thighs, and lifted my legs a little while holding them apart, as he continued to feast on me.
“Mm, shit,” I whimpered as I grabbed the back of his head. “Fuck,” I called out as my body jerked from releasing. He didn’t stop though, he kept sucking the fuck out of my clit, making my body feel amazing! “Britain,” I sniveled as if I were about to cry, just before I exploded again. He stopped sucking, and then planted soft kisses on my pussy before swiping his tongue between my folds a few times. I thought he was done, but he dove right back in until I begged him for mercy.
He stood to his feet, licking those full lips of his as his dreads hung down. This was hands down the sexiest nigga on the East Coast, and that was fact, not an opinion. He brought his dick to my mouth since my legs were too weak to get to him myself.
I was hesitant so he said, “I don’t fuck any girl raw, not even her.”
I nodded and took him into my mouth, then began bobbing up and down it as if my life depended on it. I’d been wanting to suck this dick for a while now, and I was gonna enjoy it. I sucked it sloppily until I felt it harden even more. He shot his seeds down my throat, and I swallowed, surprising myself. I massaged his dick, and it got hard again instantly.
“Lay back,” he demanded.
I laid in the middle of the bed, and he crawled between my legs, kissing his way up to my lips. Despite his demeanor and personality, he was gentle with me. He sucked my nipples hungrily again, and then reached for the condom to open and slid it down using only one hand. His member invaded my body, ripping me in two it seemed. I unintentionally dug my nails into his biceps as he pumped in and out of me.
“Damn,” he whispered into my mouth before kissing me. I was whimpering like a little bitch, because it hurt but felt good as fuck at the same time.
The way his big hands groped me, the way he moved in and out of me, I knew I didn’t want this to be the last time. This felt way too good, way better than I thought it would have, and I began lightly tearing up because I knew I was already attached. I was attached to a nigga who was attached to someone else.
Placing my legs in the nooks of his arms, he stood on his knees and plowed into me until we both came hard as
fuck.
“Damn, shorty,” he panted, dropping down on me to kiss me passionately.
I just tossed my arms over his shoulders, and hugged him tightly as we continued to kiss. For the rest of the night we fucked, licked, and sucked one another. He didn’t go home, and I wasn’t about to make him.
Chapter Eleven: Lendsey
Matikah had been acting real weird these days, and I didn’t know why. She didn’t like me touching her that much, and she was spending the night at home with her grandmother most nights. I would have to damn near beg her to sleep here with me, which wasn’t the type of nigga I was at all. Her attitude had me feeling uneasy as fuck though.
After brushing my teeth and showering, I wrapped my towel around my waist and exited the bathroom. I smelled waffles or pancakes, I wasn’t sure which one, so I smiled thinking Matikah’s mood had improved. Entering the kitchen, I saw her setting a plate of food on the counter, before she hopped onto the stool. She was wearing some little ass shorts and a tube top, making my dick perk up. I hadn’t fucked in two days, which was a long ass time for a nigga like me. And the fact that Dania had been hitting me up made it no easier to keep my dick in my pants. I hadn’t touched her ass though.
“What you got?” I asked, even though I could see what was on her plate.
“Belgian waffle.” She stuffed a strawberry into her mouth, refusing to make eye contact with me.
“Shorty, what’s wrong? Why you acting all cold and shit?” I frowned. I was irritated now and ready to say fuck this relationship. This monogamy shit wasn’t me anyway.
“Did you fuck Dania while we were together? Yes or no? Len, do not lie to me. It would be better for you to be honest with me.” She set her orange juice down after sipping it.
I stared into her pretty face for a few before saying, “I didn’t fuck her, she sucked my dick and that was it.”
“Wow,” she chuckled and shook her head as she stabbed a waffle slice. “I knew it! I knew it!” she threw her fork at my head, but I moved just in time.
“What the fuck, Matikah? You said it would be better if I told the truth and now you’re tripping? I’m confused!” I hissed.
“You stupid muthafucka! You lied to me and said you hadn’t touched that bitch the day you were late, and I knew you had! You had me looking stupid in that nail shop, going off like I had a nigga who was about something!” she hopped down off the stool.
“Matikah! Matikah, chill the fuck out. Look, I got some head, but when she was ready to fuck I stopped her.”
“Oh, and that’s supposed to be better, Lendsey?” she bucked her eyes and stared up at me.
“Hell fucking yeah it’s better! I came from fucking a different bitch every day of the week, to only slipping up once and getting some head! You ought to be grateful!”
She had me fucked up! I was not the type of nigga to be faithful, shit, I wasn’t even the type to get in relationships, yet she was mad because I fucked up once! The old me would’ve fucked Dania all over her damn apartment, and then fucked two other bitches later that day! In my eyes, she needed to appreciate the fact that I was even trying to be good to her ass.
“I ought to be grateful,” she chuckled and threw her plate into the sink with food still on it. She knew that was something I hated, so I was sure she did it on purpose. “It’s a wrap, Lendsey, you can go back to being a bachelor.” She began tearing up and stormed out of the kitchen.
I tried to play it cool, but it was starting to settle in. I didn’t wanna break up with her. For some odd ass reason I liked being her nigga, and only hers. Her little ass must’ve put voodoo on me or something, because I was changing right before my eyes. The old me would’ve been helping her pack whatever shit she had over here, but this new nigga she had turned me into wanted to beg like Keith Sweat for her to stay.
“Baby, hold up, I ain’t mean what I said.” I walked into the bedroom.
“Doesn’t matter. You cheated on me and I’m done.”
“I can’t make it up to you? Me pushing her off don’t mean anything?”
“First of all, nigga, you shouldn’t have been over there in the first place! You were my man, you had no business being over that bitch’s house, Lendsey!”
“I only went over there because she was fucking blowing up my phone and shit! When I got there she was talking about she was pregnant and—” I stopped mid sentence, wishing I hadn’t said what I said.
“Pregnant?” she moved back from me as her chest moved up and down from breathing so hard.
“Matikah, no that bitch—”
“No, move!” she shoved me when I tried to pull her into me. “You belong with her ass, and I hope you’re happy,” she sobbed hysterically as she began shoving her shit into a duffle bag.
“Matikah.” I got down on the floor with her and hugged her from behind while kissing her shoulders. She continued to cry and tried to nudge me off, but her little ass was no match for me. “Matikah, I’m sure she was lying, and I promise that was the first time I’d even seen her in person since we made things official.”
“Move, Lendsey!!!!” she hollered loudly as fuck as she rammed her small elbow into my abdomen in hopes of getting loose. “Moooovvve!” she wept. “I knew I should’ve never let you get to me!”
I didn’t say anything. I just held her tightly as her body jerked violently from crying so hard. What was I supposed to say? I needed to hold her here with me until I could think of something to convince her that I wasn’t on that tip anymore. Right now she was too angry, and if I let her go she would dart out of here and never come back. This shit was so new to me, and I had no idea what to do.
Chapter Eleven: Tarenz
I had to meet with a potential business partner, like fuckin’ always, but this time at least it was in Jamaica. And since it was, I wanted to bring Kimberlyn with me. I wanted to bring my girl with me. I liked the way that shit sounded for some reason. Hilarious. My mama always said, the right woman will change the wrong nigga. I didn’t think it would happen, but it definitely was happening.
“You ready?” I asked Kimberlyn as we walked out onto the runway where my private plane was.
“Yes,” she nodded nervously as I took her bag from her so she could walk up the stairs and onto the aircraft.
I secured the bags, and when I headed back towards the front, I saw her sitting down in the regular seat, near my back-up pilot, Primo.
“What you doing, shorty?” I grinned.
“What do you mean? I’m sitting down ready to take off.”
“Nah, I’m flying right now, and Primo will take over when I get tired. Come up here with me and be my unofficial co-pilot.”
“No TQ, I—”
“Aye, what did I say to you last night?”
“That we’re partners,” she sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, causing both Primo and I to laugh.
“Exactly, now come on.”
She unbuckled herself, and followed me to the nose of the plane. I showed her a couple controls as she rolled her eyes and sighed, saying she wasn’t gonna remember. To annoy her, I kept going and explaining things to her. Unfortunately for me, she began to get into it and ask more questions. I guess it was cool that she was interested in something that meant a lot to me.
“Why didn’t you fly us when we went to Connecticut?” she asked once we were both buckled in.
“Because that was a date, and riding the plane together was part of the date. This right now is just two people in love spending time together.”
“I love when you tell me you love me,” she said in a low tone, before rubbing the back of my hand on the shift like knob.
“Whatever, you ready?”
She nodded, so I began to circle the runway, and soon enough I picked up enough speed to ascend into the air. Her face was hilarious as we went higher and higher into the clouds. I could see her breathing hard, and low-key thought I could hear it too.
“How can you even see where we’re going, Tarenz?”
“I would be so scared to do this,” she half smiled. “What if we get into an airplane collision with another plane?”
“Won’t happen shorty, relax.”
Once we got close to where we were landing, I began descending. I quickly put it on autopilot for a moment so I could get her up. I tugged her up out of her seat so she could fly it with me for a bit, and the look on her face was priceless.
“Wha-what are you doing?” she frowned when I placed her small hands on the controller.
“Fly it,” I smiled and kissed her cheek as she sat in my lap.
“I can’t!” she bucked her eyes.
“You already are, look.”
It was quiet as we descended the plane together, taking in the sight of our destination. I’d never been to this part of Jamaica before, so it was new for me as well. After about five minutes, I finally let her get back into her seat so I could land the aircraft completely.
I landed the plane, and we were now in Kingston, Jamaica. Since the flight was short for me, I didn’t need Primo to take over. Kimberlyn was a good co-pilot in the sense that she didn’t go to sleep while I was flying. She stayed up the whole time, and all we did was talk. She told me naughty funny jokes that she’d learned, and although corny, I enjoyed hearing them muthafuckas. Even though we were five years a part, it didn’t seem like it. I didn’t feel like I was trying to raise her or make a little girl become a grown woman. Funny enough, she was way more mature than girls my age, even Hayden.
Because I was forced to mature quickly and get into business with my father, I found women around my age to be immature and for lack of better words, dumb as fuck. They only wanted to talk about their shady ass home girls, celebrity gossip, reality shows, how good their most likely trash ass pussy was, and the newest trends. I didn’t give a fuck about none of that shit, and neither did Kimberlyn, making us a somewhat perfect match. And if she did enjoy any of that shit, she knew not to talk to me about it.
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