Jaylin

by Brenda Hampton

  “I don’t want to be standing at the altar looking like Diana Ross, so I need to cut it. My hair isn’t as long and wild as hers, but if I keep letting it grow, I’m headed in that direction. I may see if my beautician can straighten it for me. Maybe tie it up in the back and let a few curls dangle here and there.”

  “You mean, wear it how Jaylin likes it?”

  I laughed. “No, wear it how I like it sometimes. And forgive me but . . . but if I could just have one night with him again, just one, maybe I’ll be able to release some of this build up inside of me. I can’t believe how long we’ve gone without having sex. Only I know how difficult that’s been.”

  “Well, that one night you’re talking about can only occur tonight. After you’re married, I wouldn’t necessarily go there, if I were you.”

  “Unfortunately, I have a room full of guests and I can’t go anywhere tonight. But if I could, you know I would.”

  Leslie removed the glass from my hand. “Go,” she said with a straight face. “I’ll cover for you and tell everyone something came up. Have your last night with Jaylin. After that, Scorpio, be done and lock in the happiness you deserve.”

  I stood for a few minutes, thinking about this. I wasn’t even sure if Jaylin was at home, and since the kids were with Nokea, maybe this was a good time to go see him.

  “Okay,” I said. “I’m leaving, and please come up with a good lie about where I went. Also, go inside and get me a bottle of Remy. I have a feeling that I’m going to need it.”

  Leslie knew that Remy was Jaylin’s favorite drink. She laughed and went inside to get a bottle. After she gave it to me, we hugged and I left. I was a nervous wreck while driving, and when I parked my car in Jaylin’s driveway, my heart started racing. I’d never been afraid to approach him about anything. But lately, he’d been acting real strange. If he rejected me tonight that would bruise my feelings. Still, I had to do this, before my big day tomorrow.

  With the bottle of Remy in my hand, I rang the doorbell. Minutes later, Nanny B came to the door. I was sure she thought nothing of my visit; the smile on her face said so.

  “Come on in.” She widened the door with a soft blue robe on. Her gray hair was wrapped in a messy bun—it looked as if I had awakened her.

  I gave her a hug. “I’m sorry if I woke you up, but I thought Jaylin would get the door. Is he here?”

  “I think so. He’s in his office or in his bedroom. Then again, he could be downstairs playing basketball. Check his office first. That’s where he was before I headed to my bedroom.”

  “Will do. Go back to sleep and get some rest.”

  “Chile, you don’t have to tell me twice. I am tired, tired, tired.”

  We both laughed as she went one way, and I veered the other way toward Jaylin’s office. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. When I opened it, I didn’t see him. All I saw was his extensive wooden desk with a wall-to-wall, built-in bookshelf beside it. Awards were propped on the shelves, and pictures of our children were here and there. Hanging from the vaulted ceiling was two glass raindrop chandeliers that gave the humongous space all the lighting it needed. The floor was black marble with what looked like tiny diamond specks embedded in it. Jaylin spent a substantial amount of time in his office. I often caught him on the leather sofas sleeping. Sometimes, I think he slept in his office, more than he did his own bed.

  Since he wasn’t in his office, I headed upstairs to his bedroom. I teased my hair with my fingers, before taking a deep breath. I knocked on the door, but yet again, there was no answer. I waited for a few minutes, before opening the door and entering his room. I didn’t see him anywhere. The bed was empty, and the whole room was neat as a pin. I couldn’t stand all the black and white—if it was my room, this place would be a mess. Not only that, but it smelled good, too. His musky cologne permeated the air, the masculine smell drew me right in. The silk curtains were closed on one side, but the doors to the balcony were wide open. The TV brought in some light, as did the recess lighting that was very dim. I heard his voice coming from outside, so I tiptoed toward the balcony, hoping he wouldn’t know I was there. The closer I got to the doors, I heard laughter. I couldn’t help but to eavesdrop on his conversation.

  “You got jokes, but I’ll be in Detroit next week. We’ll see what’s up then.” He paused, I guess to listen to the other person speak. It wasn’t long before he resumed. “Like I said, we’ll see. In the meantime, I gotta go. There’s an intruder in my house.”

  I figured he had seen me on the cameras, so trying not to appear too suspicious, I stepped on the balcony with him. With no shirt on, he was chilling back on a round lounging chaise, surrounded with numerous cream colored pillows. His feet were propped on some of the pillows—arms were locked across his chest that confirmed his workout regime was successful. Abs were super tight, and with black silk pajama pants on, I could clearly see a thick print of what I hoped would wet me real soon. He looked up at me with curiosity in his eyes.

  “Damn, the party over with all ready?”

  “No, actually, the party is just getting started.” I reached out my hand to give him the bottle of Remy. “Would you like to celebrate with me?”

  He hesitated, before taking the bottle from my hand. Instead of opening it, he placed it right next to him. I sat on the chaise, facing him. From the way he stared at me, he could already tell something was on my mind.

  “Why do you want to celebrate with me?” he asked. “This is supposed to be a night for you and your girlfriends to enjoy.”

  “I know, but I wasn’t really feeling it. I had other things on my mind.”

  “Other things like what?”

  Instead of saying what was on my mind, I leaned in, placing my lips on his. I sucked in his bottom lip, before assaulting the top lip that I soaked with my tongue. I was so sure that he would back away, but when he didn’t, I forced my tongue in his mouth, making it dance with mine. The kiss was wet. Slow. Longer than expected and juicy as ever. I decided to back away, when I felt a rushing throb in my pussy.

  “Does that answer your question?” I asked.

  “Yes, it did, but here’s what’s up.” He sat up, looking at me with seriousness in his eyes. “I don’t know what kind of celebration you have in mind tonight, but you and I, meaning us, we ain’t gon’ start fucking again. I’ve been content with the way things are. I thought you were too. Not to mention that you’re getting married tomorrow to a man who loves you very much. I like Mario, and I prefer not to come between y’all.”

  His words were disappointing, but they weren’t firm enough for me to give up. “You’re absolutely correct about his love for me, and just to confirm, I have no intentions of changing my mind about tomorrow. I just have this urge, Jaylin. A serious urge to make love to you. To be honest, I—”

  I paused as Jaylin sat there, penetrating me like I was crazy.

  “What is it?” I said. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “I’m not looking at you, I’m looking through you. Trying to get into your head and understand why you think making love to me, the night before your wedding, is the right thing to do. Besides that, we’ve been here before, Scorpio. You came to me before with this ‘just one more time’ shit. I may have come to you with it, too, but what is one night with me going to do for you?”

  I didn’t hesitate to answer. “A whoooole lot, and only if you could feel how moist the crotch section of my panties is right now. Besides, it’s going to do you some good as well. You’ll see, just trust me on this. I know it’s not right, but being right has never been affiliated to us or our relationship. You wasn’t right when you came to me when I was about to marry Bruce. Remember your dream that led you to me that day?”

  Jaylin sucked in his bottom lip and nodded. “I remember well. How can I forget? That’s the night Justin was conceived. I really don’t want to put us in a predicament like that again, even though I love the hell out of my son.”

  “I get that,
but this is simply about my in-the-moment needs, Jaylin. We,” I paused because he appeared disinterested and somewhat reluctant. I started to rethink my approach. “If you’re not too busy, can we go for a walk on the beach? It’s a beautiful night, and I really need to get more of what I’m feeling off my chest.”

  Jaylin sighed and sat for a moment, as if he was in deep thought. His eyes locked with mine, and then he glanced at my breasts that were sitting firm with my hard nipples visible. Probably trying to clear his thoughts, he wiped down his face, placed his cell phone on a small table next to him, and then cleared his throat.

  “Come on,” he said, stretching his arms. “Let’s walk.”

  I removed my high heels and led the way. As we made our way to the beach, waves hammered the ocean and pushed sudsy water right at our feet. We walked hand-in-hand in the sand, thinking, contemplating and moving in silence. The humid breeze was soothing, as was the bright stars and half-moon in the night sky. I was sure that a romantic outing wasn’t on Jaylin’s mind, so I spoke up to break the silence.

  “I guess I don’t have to ask how often you’re out here at night,” I said.

  “Often enough, especially when I exercise. But you didn’t invite me on this walk to talk about exercising. Other than sex, what’s on your mind, Scorpio? You’ve never been afraid to talk to me before. There’s no reason for you to start now.”

  “I know, but you’ve been acting real crabby lately. I don’t know why, but I sense something different with you. I thought it had something to do with me, but then I figured it was something with Nokea. She and I talked and she has the same feelings as I do. It’s like you’re here, but then again, you’re somewhere else.”

  “Somewhere else like focusing on my business and my kids. Is that what you mean? I’m here. I’m just trying not to get involved in what you and Nokea have going on. I am happy for you, very happy, and I want you to move on with a man who has nothing but the best to offer you. I’m sorry if you feel as if my actions mean I don’t care. I do care. Maybe too much sometimes.”

  “Sooo, if Nokea and Travis were getting married, would you be happy for them?”

  Jaylin released my hand. He cracked his knuckles then straightened his goatee with the tips of his fingers. “To be truthful, no. No I wouldn’t be, but if that’s what she wants, I’m not in a position to do anything about it.”

  His words stung a little, but in no way was I in denial. I already knew how he felt about Nokea. “Thanks for speaking your truth, but here’s mine.” I moved in front of him to halt his steps. While face-to-face with him, I placed my arms on his shoulders. “I’m glad that you’re happy for me, but if you are the least bit interested in making me even happier, make love to me tonight. The urge I spoke about earlier is real. I’m afraid that if I don’t satisfy it now, I’m going to want to satisfy it later, after I’m married. I have every intention to honor my vows, but this is so deep for me, Jaylin. Real deep and I want you to have the pleasure of feeling how deep.”

  Without a blink, he searched into my eyes, breaking me down even more with a sedative gaze that provided no answer. My chest rose against his—he could feel my heart palpitating. Finally, he blinked, removed my arms from his shoulders and turned around. I watched him walk away.

  “So, you’re not going to answer me,” I shouted. “It’s like that? You can’t even say one thing?”

  “Congratulations,” he shouted back. “You’re going to make a beautiful bride tomorrow. Even more than that, you’re on your way to peace and prosperity.”

  I ran up from behind, jumping on his back. His legs weakened a little, but he straightened them and carried me while using much strength.

  “Peace and prosperity my ass,” I said. “Why are you giving me such a hard time? Is it that hard for you to give me what I want?”

  “I’m not interested in what you want anymore. Your wants and needs are Mario’s concern. Therefore, thanks for the conversation tonight. I will see you tomorrow afternoon at your wedding.”

  I pouted as Jaylin hiked the stairs with me on his back. When we reached the top of his balcony, he put me down. My dress was up, so I stretched it over my heart-shaped ass he once admired so much. I stood with anticipation, waiting for him to make the next move. That was when he picked up the bottle of Remy, handing it to me.

  “You can take this with you. I already have plenty. Thanks, though. Your thoughtfulness is always appreciated.”

  I couldn’t believe how serious he was. Disappointment was written all over my face; I knew he could see it.

  “Just add it to your collection. And one more thing. Thanks for your time, Jaylin. Sorry I wasted it.”

  He didn’t respond. I snatched up my shoes and made my way inside. Just as I reached the door, opening it to exit, he rushed up from behind, slamming the door shut. His body was pressed against mine, as we both faced the door. My head was turned to the side, eyes shut tight. I felt his hardness threatening to break loose, and when he lifted my dress, yanking my nude panties to my ankles, I didn’t dare move. He cuffed his hand over my humming pussy, witnessing firsthand a sticky buildup that had been brewing because of him. His middle finger slipped right in, and his lips brushed against the tip of my earlobe.

  “The problem is,” he whispered. “You asked the wrong damn question. You asked me to make love to you, and that I cannot do. Would you like to rephrase the question?”

  As my chest heaved in and out, I was blunt with my response. “Fuck me then. Will you fuck me like only you can do?”

  His response was blunt, too. He lowered his pajama pants to the floor and unleashed the beast. My mouth watered as I turned around to look at it—nine plus inches my ass! Had to be more . . . somebody’s calculations were off. There was no time to debate it, because Jaylin had stripped me of my dress and we both stood naked while turning up the bottle of Remy. He wiped across his mouth as the brown liquid dripped from his lips.

  “You’re going to enjoy this celebration tonight,” he said.

  I swallowed the alcohol in my mouth, before returning the half empty bottle to him. “Talk is cheap. Hurry up and get on it.”

  He laughed and chugged down the remaining liquids in the bottle. His abs contracted as he swallowed, and after I pecked them, I lifted his muscle to play with it.

  “You’d better stop,” he said, tossing the empty bottle in a chair. “You may hurt yourself messing with that.”

  I laughed, feeling woozy from the alcohol. So was he as he moved me closer to the bed. The second he hit the floor, lying on his back, I knew he was ready to taste me. He tapped his bottom lip then swiped across it with his tongue. I happily kneeled over his handsome, chiseled face with my body facing the bed. I was bent slightly over, my hands clenched together as if I was praying. I definitely needed to do something, because as soon as the tip of his tongue swirled around my pearl, I nearly lost it. I grabbed the sheet, holding it tight with my balled fists. My breathing became shaky, my whole body melted. I was trying to hold on, but with his tongue traveling deep, and his fingers tampering too, I was slowly but surely slipping away. Tears were at the rims of my eyes, my head was spinning. I started grinding my hips on his lips, but his tongue was too dangerous. I felt all of it, especially the tip that tickled the shit out of my hotspot. It wasn’t long before my juices began to leak into his mouth. My loud grunts echoed in the room—I had to let go so I squirted him with everything I’d had. His mouth moved fast. He spot cleaned my pussy, and as I gasped for my next breath, trembling all over, he scooted from underneath me. He wiped across his shiny lips, hungry for much more as he stood tall and sexy as hell behind me. His hands roamed my curves, particularly my ass that he smacked then rubbed. We both laughed again, feeling the effects of the alcohol even more. Jaylin stumbled as he positioned my cheeks right where I could feel his steel about to break in. I was in dire need of it, so I hurried on the bed, straddling my knees and bending over. I reached back to navigate his muscle toward the crevasse of my pussy
. But halting my efforts to take it all in, Jaylin teased me with his thick head, making me drip all over again.

  “Give it to me, baby, pleeeease,” I slurred in a drunken bliss. I was drunk off him and the alcohol. “I want all of it in there . . . every daaaaamn inch of it.”

  Be careful what you wish for, because all it took was for him to hit me with one, deep, long stroke before I reneged. My body jerked forward, eyes grew wide. He gripped my hips, pulling me back in his direction.

  “Don’t run from it,” he advised and slapped my ass again. “Work that pussy, baby, you know how you do it.”

  I tried, but as his deep thrusts knocked hard at my hotspots, all I could do was bite into my lips to muffle my ongoing moans and groans. I was surprised by how silent he was, especially as I gained some momentum and started throwing my pussy back to him fast, forcing him to catch it every time. His hands guided my hips. Sweat beads formed on our bodies, neither of us could catch our breath. There was no stopping, no pausing along the way. I was getting the fuck I wanted, and every time his thighs slapped against my ass, it sounded off in the room. Loudly. So did my tearful voice.

  “Shit, Jaylin, daaamn!” I cried out with tears welled in my eyes. I loved his ass, and as he put a hurting on me, I kept having flashbacks of our past relationship. In so many ways it was good. He had been so good to me, but he also delivered a lot of pain. Joy and pain that made tears drip from my eyes. Joy . . . that I just didn’t want to be without, no matter who got hurt. Pain that I’d inflicted upon myself, as well as upon Nokea. I had to, because I didn’t want to be without him. I feared being without him, without his love, without moments like this, until now. I couldn’t stop myself from being so emotional—we had definitely been through. But now, this was it. This would finally put the nail in the coffin. My gut told me this was our last hurrah—I did my best to express every ounce of what I was feeling inside. He, however, remained real silent. I wanted him to say something, but as we changed positions, all he did was stare at me as I sat back on my elbows, facing him with my legs wide open. Sex like this meant Jaylin was mad. He was always at his best when something was troubling him.