Urban Love Prophecy

by Jessica Ingro

  “What do you mean? What we’re doing? I thought it was pretty clear last night.”

  “It seems as though I need to be enlightened. Are we together? Are we just screwing? What exactly are you anticipating from me and our relationship?”

  He looked thoughtful for a moment before he gave me what I had learned was a teasing smile. In other words, he was about to tease me until I ended up blowing up on him. I swear that man just liked to see me get angry.

  “I’m anticipating a whole lot of head and quite a bit of smashing from you during the course of our relationship.”

  “Smashing?” I asked.

  “Smashing,” he confirmed.

  “And what pray tell is smashing?”

  “It means fucking.”

  “You’re a pig! We’re right back where we started from.”

  “Maybe.” He shrugged and gave me a sexually charged smile. “Not really.”

  “I mean it, Jay. What do you see happening here? Not that long ago I told you I wanted more than just a roll in the hay and you said you don’t do that.”

  He sighed and uncrossed his arms. “I like you, Tori. A lot. You’re sweet, caring, beautiful as fuck, and phenomenal in bed. I’m willing to see how things play out with us. I don’t like the alternative of not being able to touch you whenever I want or kiss you whenever your lips are within reach.”

  I bit my lip to hide my smile. That was a really good answer. Especially because it meant we were on the same page.

  Now the question was, should we live together? That was a big step that often puts a strain on even the most solid relationships. Although we had been friends for months, we were still young in terms of the romantic side of things. Then again, if I lived with him, then I would have access to him at all times of the day. That was enough to sway my decision.

  “I’ll move in temporarily,” I announced and held my hand up to stop his protest. “Until I find another place to live. If we do this, I want to do it right. No matter what, I value our friendship and I want to make sure that stays intact.”

  “Fine. Now are you going to come here and let me kiss you?”

  I shrugged and started to walk around him towards the bathroom.

  “I thought you wanted to sample a taste of something else. I’ve got things to do.”

  I yelped when he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. My hands gripped his hard ass through his boxers as he led us into the bathroom.

  He set me on my feet and pulled my tank top off and my panties down. I returned the favor with his boxers and wrapped my hand around his erection. I moved in closer and pressed a light kiss on his nipple. My mouth began moving along his skin with slow and measured brushes. His breathing picked up pace along with the strokes of my hand.

  “In the shower, T.” His voice was raspy and I thrilled in knowing I made it that way.

  I let go of him long enough to turn on the water and step inside the shower.

  He pressed me against the tile with his hard body. His hand fisted in my hair while the other ran down my body and in between my legs.

  “Yes,” I whispered when he found the spot that was aching for him.

  “I love watching you come. I never realized there was something in this world above extraordinary, but you’re proof positive that there is. When you come your face is so radiant that no one could ever compare to you.”

  “Jay,” I moaned at his words and the feel of his fingers sliding into me. My need grew exponentially after his declaration. No woman could fight off an orgasm after hearing her man say those words.

  He fucked me like that—against the wall of the shower with his fingers. It didn’t take me long to begin clenching around his fingers, wanting more. Never one to disappoint, Jay dropped to his knees and took me the rest of the way with the addition of his magical tongue.

  When I came it was quick and powerful. Had it not been for Jay’s arms holding me up against the wall, I would have collapsed thanks to how limp my body became.

  “So good,” I muttered and then braced myself when Jay lifted me up in his arms. He pressed me back against the tile again and kissed me roughly and deeply. My arms entwined around his head, holding him to me. It was completely unnecessary. There was no way he was going anywhere right now.

  I felt the tip of him at my entrance, and I squirmed wanting all of him inside me.

  “We don’t have a condom, baby.”

  “I don’t care. I’m on birth control, but you can pull out.” When he made no moves to finish what he started, I demanded, “Just fuck me already, Jay.”

  I started to loosen my hold on him so that my weight would drop and he’d slip inside.

  “Fuck,” he bit out and then slammed me down on him.

  “Yes,” I screamed with the sensations concentrated between my legs and spiraling out through the rest of my body. The angle of his hips and mine, not only let him go deep, but allowed him to rub my clit with every pass.

  “Hands between your legs, T. I’m close and you haven’t finished yet.”

  “I’m okay,” I panted out. I was reaching for that elusive O, but it was too soon on the heels of my last one.

  “Now, T. Don’t make me say it again.”

  I almost rolled my eyes at his demand, but I figured it wasn’t the time or the place. Instead, I complied with his order and rubbed my clit in time with his thrusts. Within no time, I felt that thread of tension straining and ready to break.

  “I’m going to…” I lost my train of thought when it hit me. It hit me hard and lasted so long that I was still coming when Jay pulled out and came on my stomach.

  “Yummy,” I murmured when I ran my tongue up his neck.

  “Yummy?” He asked in return. He turned me and positioned me under the water.

  “That’s what I said. Yummy. You taste good.”

  “You’re a nut.”

  “You felt really good too.” I couldn’t get our interlude out of my head. He really did have a beautiful cock. When he was moving inside me there was nothing better.

  “Not as good as you feel, baby.” His fingers began to massage shampoo in my hair. My eyes closed, and my head fell back. There was something highly sensual about getting a head massage from your lover.

  When he was done with my hair, he began running his sudsy hands all over my body. He took his time, lingering between my legs. It wasn’t with purpose, just a light tease meant to be a promise for later.

  “Let me return the favor.” I soaped up my hands and began at his shoulders. I worked my way down, loving the hardness of his muscles and the smoothness of his skin. I focused on each ridge of his abdomen and even lower at the cut of muscles leading towards his now semi-erect cock.

  Hmmm… that gave me an idea. I started stroking him and was just getting ready to drop to my knees when he shook his head and stopped me.

  “There isn’t enough time for that.”

  “Sure there is,” I pouted wanting him in my mouth. Just as I suspected, I was becoming obsessed with him and sex.

  “No, baby there isn’t. I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy. If I get off, then you better believe you’re going to get off too.”

  “That’s very unselfish of you.” I wrapped my arms around him and closed the distance between us. “How is it you haven’t been snatched up yet? Because I don’t know many women who wouldn’t stake a claim to a man who felt that way.”

  “Haven’t wanted to be claimed,” he reminded me. “You think you got what it takes to change my mind?”

  “Maybe. Maybe not.” I tried to play casual, but my heart was beating wildly in my chest thanks to what he was alluding to.

  “I guess we’ll see then.” He winked at me and turned the water off before gifting me with a gorgeous view of his ass when he stepped out.

  Yes, I guess we would see.

  * * *

  I picked through the mess that was my apartment and fought back tears. It broke my heart knowing that my childhood memories were now tarn
ished thanks to the sentimental things that were linked to them either being broken or stolen. I hated imagining some random creep going through my personal items. Case in point, the lace panties that were strewn about. Who knew if there were any pairs missing with the place being so trashed.

  Even though I argued with Jay, I was relieved that he agreed to come with me. And I was thankful that he wasn’t going to make me come back here to stay. He even said he’d talk to my landlord about my lease. I made him promise to be nice to the old man, though. The last thing I wanted on my conscience was his heart attack because Jay threatened him.

  “Damn. This is your vibrator?” He held up the toy that had been tossed in the burglary, and started laughing.

  My face heated with embarrassment, and I tried to snatch it from his hand, but he just held it out of my reach. Shit. I wish I had been the one that found it. This was mortifying.

  “You like big cocks, T?” He continued to tease me as he waved it around.

  “You know I do,” I taunted back. “It’s a good thing I have that to give me my fix.”

  His eyes went dark and he changed course. Instead of retreating from me, he was now stalking me. “You want to see what a giant dick can do to you, you come to me. You don’t need this piece of shit.” He tossed it on a pile of clothes on the floor and continued to stalk me like a predator until my legs hit the bed. I immediately went down with him on top of me.

  My adrenaline was pumping with anticipation of what he had planned. I could feel his giant dick pressing into my thigh and I once again wanted it.

  “Show me,” I whispered as his lips ran over my tank top and his teeth bit down on my nipple. My back arched and my hips rose seeking him out.

  I felt his hands tugging on my shorts, pulling them down my hips and off my legs. Next went my panties. Then he spread my legs and dipped his head. His tongue teased my clit, making me squirm with need.

  He sat up and dug in his wallet for a condom. After he freed himself and rolled it on, he positioned himself between my legs and rubbed the head back and forth, rocking into me slowly.

  He sank in an inch, then pulled back and teased me some more, before sinking back in a few inches and repeating. I was officially crawling out of my skin at that point.

  “Now, Jay. God, honey. Fuck me,” I pleaded when he continued to torment me.

  “Not until you admit you don’t need that plastic cock when you got mine right here.”

  “Jay.”

  “That’s not what I wanted to hear, T.”

  “No, I mean…” I swallowed hard when his cock pressed into my clit in the perfect place. “I mean I named it Jay because I couldn’t have you. Now I don’t need it.”

  He thrust into me to the hilt, but I still caught the gleam in his eyes at my announcement. I really didn’t need to keep inflating his ego like that. It just came so naturally.

  “Who’s your stallion,” he whispered in my ear as he fucked me hard and fast.

  “You,” I whimpered and came on him.

  “Yeah, baby,” he groaned and bit down on my neck as he thrust in a final time and came inside me.

  Jay pulled out and disposed of the condom. When he came back in the room, he helped me redress. His hands lifted me off the bed, and then his arms snaked around me.

  As he hugged me, I felt his body shaking. I pulled back to see that he was laughing. Oh, here we go. Great way to ruin the aftereffects of a really good O.

  “What’s so funny,” I asked and was glad to see my voice had some bite to it.

  “You named your fucking vibrator after me. You were gone, weren’t you baby?”

  “Don’t flatter yourself,” I defended even though I had backed myself into that corner.

  “You were completely gone for me. Good thing I finally gave in. Otherwise, you might have needed stock in Duracell.” He laughed again and I slapped his arm.

  “Whatever, Jay. We’ll see when the next time is I give you access to all of this.” I ran my hand down over my body. He still chuckled, but now he looked like he was hungry. Served him right.

  “We’ll see how long you can deny me. Soon as I touch you, you ignite. No keeping that flame out.”

  “Whatever,” I murmured again with no clear defense. “Can we just get this finished?”

  “Anything you want, T.” He kissed my head and went back to work.

  I had to give Jay credit. I might be annoyed with him, but at least I wasn’t ready to cry anymore.

  Chapter Seventeen

  The emerald green dress fit snugly around my hips and accentuated my cleavage perfectly as I twirled around in front of the mirror. When I stopped, I leaned in and touched up my lipstick. With a nod to my appearance, I slid the tube into my purse and walked out of Jay’s bedroom, turning off the light behind me.

  After we spent the afternoon cleaning my apartment and packing up what was left of my belongings, we went out for a low-key dinner at one of my favorite Italian restaurants. It’s a mom and pop place that my mother used to frequent when I was younger. When she passed away, I decided to carry on her tradition.

  The owners, Angelo and Francesca, both came out and greeted us when they heard I was there. They took turns giving me hugs and kisses before they proceeded to give Jay the third degree. They’re both fiercely protective of me—as they were my mother—and wanted to make sure he wasn’t “slime” like my ex David was.

  When Francesca dropped the bomb about me having had a fiancé whom they didn’t approve of, Jay raised his eyebrow in question, but I waved him off for later. I was hoping that would be way later. The last thing I wanted was to discuss David with him. Jay’s been running from people trying to tie him down for years and here I was tying myself to someone whom I didn’t love. Jay finding that out would potentially spell trouble, and I wasn’t ready for it yet.

  Our next clash of wills, after him telling me I was moving in, happened when we returned from dinner to get ready for a night out. I discovered that his maid had moved all my clothing into his closet. I know it was a silly argument to have, considering I had agreed to live with him, but I thought it would be best for us to have separate areas to retreat to whenever we needed time alone. If all my belongings were in his room, then that would negate us having our own space.

  The argument didn’t last long though, as Jay just informed me to “suck it up and deal with it.” Apparently, it wasn’t an open topic for discussion. Jay wanted me there, so there I was going to be.

  At that juncture, I decided it would be best if I picked my battles from now on. It was becoming evident that he had a need to take care of me and protect me. I’d allow it as long as I wasn’t relying on him for everything. I never wanted to go back to a situation where I had to depend on another human being for food and shelter, as long as I could help it.

  Walking down the stairs, I found Jay standing in the front entryway waiting for me. He had on a pair of jeans and a button down black dress shirt, with a black Yankees hat gracing his head. You could see the diamond studs sparkling in his ears and his white sneakers peeking out from the bottom of his pants.

  Whereas my previous taste ran towards a more tailored man, I had to admit I was loving his style. He looked fucking hot. Dangerous. Like a bad boy. It brought to life fantasies I never knew I had.

  Jay whistled low as I hit the bottom step and immediately moved to me in order to plant a deep, wet kiss on my mouth.

  “I want to peel that dress off your fucking body. You’re smokin’, baby.”

  I looked at him through my eyelashes trying to appear bashful. I knew I looked good, and I loved that he recognized it.

  “Thank you,” I murmured softly. “We better get going.”

  “Yeah, cause if we stay here any longer I’m going to end up fucking you hard against the wall instead of taking you out and showing you off.”

  “That wouldn’t be so bad.”

  He looked at me seriously for a moment before giving me a devilish grin. “No, it wouldn’t.
”

  I wrapped my hand in his as we walked out to the waiting SUV. It had blackout windows that made it look bad ass. A bad ass ride to go with my bad ass man. I was really beginning to enjoy all this bad-assness. I stifled a giggle knowing Jay would probably just call me nutty if I told him my train of thought.

  The driver opened the door for us. Jay placed his hand on my ass and helped lift me into the back seat. I turned and gave him a censoring look.

  “You know I could have maneuvered myself into the vehicle on my own. You just wanted to cop a feel. Didn’t you?”

  He grinned at me, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. Then he reached out and grabbed my breasts, weighing them in his hands. “Figured I’d cop a feel of those too.”

  I shook my head in mock disgust and pushed his hands away from my chest. I couldn’t help but grin as he slid in next to me and shut the door.

  Once we were on the road, Jay punched out a few texts on his phone before turning towards me and pulling me across the seat so that I was practically in his lap. I giggled and teased him that he couldn’t get enough of me.

  “You better fuckin’ believe it,” was the answering reply that he muttered against my neck.

  The rest of the ride to the club we made out like teenagers. And while the driver probably had quite the show, I couldn’t find it in me to care. For some reason, I was always so in the moment with Jay that whatever went on around us didn’t register. Truth be told, it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was him and me and what our bodies were feeling.

  We pulled up to the club and exited to the flashes of multiple cameras. It felt like insanity on the sidewalk in front of the building. It wasn’t anything I was used to and it made me feel a tad bit overwhelmed. I was grateful when Jay’s body moved to block mine protectively as he led us through the chaos hand-in-hand.

  The place was dark and the music was thumping as we made our way through the crowds of people inside. A man in a dark suit with an earpiece walked up to us and shook hands with Jay before leaning in and saying something in his ear. Jay nodded and next thing I knew he was pulling me over to a roped off section to the left of the dance floor.