Even When It's Wrong

by Nicole Jackson

  “You know you been wanting this dick,” I panted. “Admit it.”

  “But…but…but this is wrooooong,” she cried out.

  “Yeah?” I sighed. “But how do it feel?”

  “Gooooood.” She squeezed her eyes shut.

  “Oh yeah?” I closed her legs, tightening the pussy around me. I could hear her gushing, as I pounded away.

  “Ugh!” she blurted, as she released all over my dick.

  “Who told you cum? Huh?” I slapped her ass.

  “I…I couldn’t help it,” she admitted faintly.

  I grinned, as I began fucking her rougher.

  “Uh, wait!” she attempted to put her hand on me chest to halt me.

  Gripping her wrist, I never stopped assaulting the pussy, until it happened. I exploded inside of her, as my dick throbbed, while she pulsated around me. “Fuck,” I vented, collapsing on top of her.

  For a few seconds both of our hearts raced, until she broke the silence.

  “Noooo,” she covered her eyes with both hands. “I can’t believe what just happened.”

  “Stop that.” I pulled her hands down. “Alright.” I kissed her cheek. “It happened, but it aint the end of the world,” I assured her, as I remained deeply rooted within her.

  “But it aint right…” she continued, until I cut her off.

  “Mya,” I garnered her attention.

  “Huh?”

  “Chill out,” I kissed her lips. “Fuck what’s right or wrong. At least for right now. Okay?” I stared into her eyes.

  She exhaled. “Okay.”

  “Good,” I smiled, as I hardened inside of her. “Just let this be what it is. And you’ll be straight. I promise.”

  Chapter 8

  Mya

  “And babe I’m fist-fighting with fire just to get close to you,” I sang, as I stood in the bathroom’s mirror, getting ready for school. “Can we burn something, babe? And I run for miles just to get a taste. Must be love on the brain. That’s got me feeling this way. It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good that I can’t get enough!” I rolled my hips, as I thought about the night before.

  I hadn’t woken up feeling this good in forever. It was five in the morning, and I’d never felt more alive. Avoiding the dragon aka Meeka, I was getting up early once again. I was putting on yet another ensemble Omari had provided, and I loved it.

  The night before, we’d done the unthinkable, but I’d never imagined the aftermath going like this. The guilt that was supposed to ride my back was indisputably missing. All I felt was satisfaction, and contentment. And after mulling it over, I told myself that I was justified.

  For the past few years, I’d been paying for my mama and her men’s mistakes. I’d been suffering as if it had all had been my fault. And sometimes I’d felt hopeless, as if it was no light at the end of the tunnel. But now the light had somehow busted through the cracks, giving me a taste of what life could be like. And I wanted more. Like Omari had said, being selfish wasn’t always a bad thing.

  I turned sideways, looking at my ass, as it poked out in my khaki slacks. I waved my head, watching my bouncy hair shimmy across my back. My hair had never been healthier, and my skin had a natural glow that I’d never noticed before. Twirling around, I faced the mirror again, applying strawberry scented gloss to my lips.

  A smile etched across my face, as I thought about the countless kisses me and Omari had exchanged the night before. He’d fucked me everywhere in the apartment from the living room to the damn kitchen. I’d never had so many orgasms in my life, and was so infatuated by the time he was done that I didn’t want to take a bath, wanting to hold onto the scent he’d left on my body. But knowing that I couldn’t walk around smelling like sex, I’d taken a bath, before going to bed.

  After he’d picked Meeka up from work, he dropped her off at home, never bothering to come back inside himself. I sat and listened from my room, not wanting to be around her. Besides, she didn’t know that my hair was done, and I didn’t need her coming at me with a million questions once she saw it. Anyway, she’d bitched and moaned on the phone with Ms. Glenda, claiming that she was tired of him not having time for her, and that the police should’ve taken his ass to jail. I tuned her out, glad that he didn’t even bother lying in bed with her most nights.

  “Too bad for her,” I mumbled to myself, relishing in the fact that my mama was getting mistreated. Hell, it was only fair, because I knew the universe owed her plenty.

  After giving myself one final onceover, I flicked off the light in the bathroom, as I headed out. Tipping right past Meeka’s room, I stepped to the door, and let myself out. It was crazy that it had been a few days since she’d actually laid eyes on me, and she didn’t seem to care. Maybe avoiding her altogether had been the best route from the beginning.

  “I hope Nisha’s ass hears me knocking,” I said to myself, knowing she had a tendency to sleep hard.

  Taking the quickest way to her apartment, I cut through the parking lot. Almost immediately, I noticed my mama’s Jeep parked, and I could tell that Omari was inside, probably on his cell. I could clearly see the light from his phone, as a burst of jealousy shot through me.

  “Who the fuck is he talking to this early?” I grumbled to myself.

  Just then, the driver’s window slid down. “Come here,” he commanded, causing me to pause.

  For a second, it sounded like I detected attitude in his voice, but I was confused as to why. With my lips pursed, I twisted over to the truck, before climbing in on the passenger’s side. “What’s up?” I questioned, noticing that he was indeed on his cell.

  “Kells, let me hit you back, dawg,” he spoke into the phone, before ending the call.

  I breathed a little easier, realizing that he wasn’t entertaining some bitch.

  “Where the fuck you going?” he quizzed, getting right to it.

  I frowned. “To Nisha’s.”

  “But I thought we already discussed this.”

  “Discussed what?”

  “About you having your ass out here before the sun is up. The shit aint safe. Not even to walk to Nisha’s apartment. She live clear across the complex.”

  I sucked my teeth. “Well, what the hell am I supposed to do, Omari?”

  “You should’ve called me.”

  I squinted my eyes. “You do realize that I have no way to call you, right? We’ve discussed this before.”

  “Why ya mouth so smart?” he asked, leaning over sensually kissing my lips. “Huh?” he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

  “Umm,” I moaned against him.

  “Don’t come out before the sun is out, okay?” he whispered. Under his spell, I absently nodded. “Good,” he breathed, as he pried a hand between my thighs.

  “What…what you doing?” I grabbed his wrist.

  “You know.” He softly pecked my lips.

  “But...I can’t. I gotta go to school, and Ion wanna show up smelling like sex.”

  “Yeah?” he sighed heavily, falling back into his seat. “I feel that, but school will be a’ight without you today, right?”

  “Why?” I arched a brow.

  “I want you to run to the mall with me. I’m going to the studio later, and I need a fresh fit.”

  “For the studio? Is it really that serious?”

  He cut his eyes at me. “It is.”

  I gazed at him, realizing that he could pretty much ask me to do anything, and I’d be game. “Okay,” I gave in. Fuck it. If he was leading, I was following. That much I knew for sure.

  ******

  “How the fuck does this thing work?” I mumbled to myself, as I fiddled with my iPhone plus.

  It was definitely weird to be in possession of my very own phone. And in this day and time most teens were well versed in modern technology. But I was the exception, just like in most cases, thanks to Meeka. Unlike my friends and neighbors, I’d never personally owned a digital device. One Christmas my grandma had purchased me a tablet, but before
I could open it, Meeka had taken it back to Walmart, claiming she needed to pay a light bill. It was almost as if she wasn’t content, unless I was constantly in misery or isolation. But once again, Omari had singlehandedly changed that.

  We’d just left the Galleria mall, where he’d bought himself Givenchy threads, along with Ferragamo accessories. Honestly, I really wasn’t familiar with the labels, but I knew it was something extravagant with the hefty price tags. I’d never seen someone spend so much money on clothes, and I thought that he’d be tapped out, after dropping nearly four racks on one ensemble. So, imagine my surprise when he’d insisted upon getting me a slew of Pink outfits, Nike units, Air Max’s, a Tory Burch dress and purse. Then when I thought that he’d already done too much, he dragged me into the Apple store, copping me an iPhone.

  I can’t front. Getting showered with all those things was nice, but what really had me going was the reason he felt the need to do those things for me. For the longest, I felt like no one cared, but he’d proven me wrong. And although I’d allowed him to lay down with me, I knew in my heart that it wasn’t the reason he was so generous. That alone provided something he could never buy.

  “Girl, let me find out they teleported you from the stone age,” he teased, as he gripped the steering wheel of the Jeep.

  Gazing down at the phone, I gave him the finger.

  “Oh, don’t worry. I will.”

  “Whatever,” I giggled, right before his cell rang.

  “Shit,” he spewed, before answering on speaker phone. “Yeah?”

  “Bae, where you at?” Meeka questioned. Hearing her voice alone churned my stomach.

  “I’m making a few runs. Why, what’s up?”

  She breathed into the phone. “When are you coming home? You been gone all night, and now the morning.”

  “I know, Meeka. I been really trying to chase this check. But I got you. In a lil’ bit I’ma be able to show you why I’m going so hard right now,” he fed her bullshit.

  “That’s what you always say,” she sighed, not sounding convinced.

  “And that’s what it is,” he claimed.

  “I hear you, but are you headed here now?” she quizzed in a pleading tone. I could tell that she was trying to be nice so that he wouldn’t use that as an excuse to keep his distance. She was blatantly biting her tongue, while he rode around in her car. The fuck?

  “I’ll be there in time to take you to work. I gotta go to the north side, right quick.”

  She huffed, clearly in frustration. “Alright, Omari. You gotta make some time for me, bae. I miss you.”

  “I know, I know. And I got you. See you around two, alright?”

  “Okay.”

  “Cool.” He ended the call.

  I shook my head, never bothering to look his way.

  “What you shaking your head for?” he queried.

  I shrugged. “I’m just amazed at how easily you lie.”

  “What you wanted me to tell her? You think she would’ve been alright with the fact that we just left the mall?”

  I thought about it, before glancing his way. “You didn’t have to tell her that. Not the whole truth, anyway. But don’t think that I didn’t notice how you wouldn’t admit to going to the mall, even though you could’ve easily excluded the fact that I was with you.”

  He grinned. “So, what you saying?”

  “I’m saying that you don’t want her to know that you’ve been shopping…spending more than she makes in three months combined.”

  He slid his tongue across his teeth. “Well, aint you receptive?”

  “Whatever,” I rolled my eyes, as he pulled into a Motel 6. “What are we doing here?”

  He gave me bedroom eyes. “We need to have a talk…privately.”

  “Boy,” I drawled, as he pulled up to the motel’s lobby, parking in the middle of the driveway.

  “I’ll be right back,” he promised, hopping out of the Jeep, jogging into the lobby.

  Through the glass doors I watched him hand over his ID, along with money. He then grabbed a key card, before strolling back to the Jeep. Back behind the wheel, he steered us to a parking space right in front of the rooms. Leaning over, he kissed my lips. “Come on.”

  “Kay,” I uttered breathlessly, before grabbing my shopping bags, and following him into room 118.

  “Come’ere,” he grabbed me up the moment the door was closed. Aggressively, he cupped both of my ass cheeks, as he drove me deeper into the room, until we were up against the bathroom’s sink. “Damn, you taste so good,” he growled, exploring my mouth with his tongue. “Let’s take a shower.”

  Instantly, I froze up. Sex? It wasn’t new to me, but being completely and utterly naked in front of a man was. I’d never done it before, and although niggas swore my ass was outrageous I still felt that I was bigger than I needed to be. “I…I’ll wait on you to get out,” I stuttered.

  He scowled. “Wait ‘til I get out? Nah. You getting in with me.”

  “But Omari,” I whined, as he undid my slacks.

  “Shhh,” he hushed me, as he dropped my pants down to the floor. “Why you ain got on no panties?” he marveled with a smirk. “Huh?” he lifted my shirt over my head. “You don’t hear me talking to you?” he expertly removed my bra.

  “Yeah,” I responded weakly, feeling self-conscious as ever.

  Gently, he stroked my chin, as he locked eyes with me. “Why you acting shy now?”

  “Cause,” I said just above a whisper.

  “Cause what?” he furrowed his brows. “You don’t want me to see you?” he looked me up and down.

  “I don’t know.” My eyes fell to the floor.

  “Don’t do that.” He grabbed my head with both hands, kissing me tenderly. “You fucking beautiful, Mya. But I’d be lying if I didn’t mention how incredibly sexy you are, too. I mean, every time I see you I have to fight against myself. Your body is perfect, and Ion wanna leave one piece untouched. You hear me?”

  I nodded, as I watched him remove his own clothing. His dick seemingly extended a foot long, and his hard body was the picture of perfection. I was in awe, as I now had the time to really take him in completely. Our first time had been lust driven, and he’d taken me so quickly. But this time…my head was clear. There was no doubt, and I knew exactly what I wanted. Which was him.

  “Let me show you what I be wanting to do every time I see your fine ass walk past,” he whispered, with his arms wrapped around my waist, his dick poking my stomach, as he guided me into the shower, and toilet area.

  He released me, and I stood watching, as he started the shower. He then grabbed my hand, pulling me into the tub with him. For a second we stood face to face, while my breasts were pressed into his abdomen, due to the significant differences in our heights. I looked up at him, wishing that he could truly be mine…in every sense of the word.

  His eyes seemingly burned with desire. “Why you looking at me like that?” he lowered his head, kissing me deeply. Grabbing one of my legs, he propped it onto the ledge of the tub, before bending his knees. With a hand pressed against the wall, he guided himself inside of me with the other.

  “Uh,” I moaned, as he slid in and out in an unhurried pace. “Huuuu.” My head fell back, and he tongue kissed my neck.

  He held my leg tighter, as he went in deep.

  “Oouuu,” I swooned, as he hit my spot. “Omariiiiii!”

  “This dick feel good to you?” he asked, delivering a stroke that had my toes curling.

  “Yesssss!”

  “Huh?” he pressed me into the wall, driving deeper. “Huh?” Our wet bodies collided together, splashing water all over the floor.

  “Ahhh,” my mouth fell open, as I rolled my hips. “This feels so so good.”

  “Yeah?” he freakily bit my bottom lip.

  “I…I’m about to cum,” I panted.

  “Do that shit,” he encouraged. “Let me feel you do it.”

  Swaying my hips, I felt my clit began to twitch. Welcom
ing the pleasure, I quickened my stride, until my knees were weak. “Uhhhhhh!” I released.

  “Damn, Mya,” he breathed, as he hammered into me. “Why this shit gotta feel so good?” he grunted, as he jerked inside of me.

  “I don’t know.” I grabbed his head, sloppily kissing him, as he went limp within me. “But I never wanna stop this,” I confessed.

  “Hell yeah,” he agreed, pulling back, allowing himself to slip out of me. “Without a fucking doubt.”

  Being there with him, the jitters of him seeing me naked had completely vanished, as he began to bathe me with the complimentary soap. I then returned the favor, lathering his dick with the soap, until he was rock hard once again. We then anxiously rinsed off, before going at again on the bathroom’s counter. After the counter, it was the motel’s couch, before landing in the bed.

  My kitty was extra sensitive when he released his final nut on the face of my kitty. Right after, he rolled out of bed, heading to the bathroom. I sat up, preparing to do the same.

  He stopped, and spun around. “You can lay there, and take a nap.”

  I frowned in confusion. “A nap? Aint it time to go?” I glanced at the clock, noticing that it was past the time he’d usually make it home to take Meeka to work.

  “I’ma go. You can stay here, and keep that pussy hot for me.”

  “Stay here? By myself?” I pointed at my chest.

  “Yeah. You’ll be alright. I paid for four hours. So, you can stay here, while I take Meeka to work. Besides, it aint like you could’ve walked in the doors earlier than you normally do.”

  “But who said that I wanted to sit here by myself?” I pouted.

  He shook his head. “Girl, chill out. I’ll be right back.” He stepped into the bathroom.

  I listened to him shower, while I could still feel his semen seeping out of me. I had an attitude once he re-entered the room, and redressed. I’d decided to ignore him, which was nearly impossible, until he came over, and forced a kiss on me.

  “You mad?”

  Without warning, he pushed me onto my back, yanking the cover off me. He then lowered his head, softly pecking the face of my kitty.

  “Boy, stop,” I giggled uncontrollably.

  “Not gonna happen,” he claimed, before standing upright. “I’ll be right back,” he promised.