Cocky

Chapter 10 Let Me Leave It In #2

Transparently, it’s kinda hard to do with her looking at me like this with that kryptonite she calls irises.

“Your attitude and manners could use some work still,” she coos suddenly.

My eyes go to her chest. “That so?”

“Yes,” she says, looking around again like she’s assessing the place. “I’m in your flat and you haven’t offered me a drink or anything.”

“How dare I.”

“I want a shot of Wray’s or a glass of water.”

“Water it is.”

She sucks her teeth immediately.

I turn towards the kitchen anyway, grab a glass, run the tap, then hesitate before reaching into the cupboard for a second one.

I pour both her choices as I hear footsteps disappear down the hallway.

“Oi,” I call after her. “Where you going?”

No answer.

I push off the counter just in time to hear my bedroom door open.

“Who doesn’t have manners now, Francine?” I call out. Nothing.

Then suddenly music. Loud and obnoxious and pounding through the walls. I freeze in the kitchen.

Now I hear her laugh and walk down the hall finding her in my room, already sitting on the edge of my bed with phone in hand. She must’ve connected to my speaker.

“Seriously, Francine?” I deadpan. “You tryna get me put out?” She leans back against the headboard, palms sliding over the sheets as her thighs part just enough to make me question my resolve.

“With the way you yelled at your agent,” she says, eyes dragging down my chest slow, “I could’ve sworn you owned the place, big man.”

Fuck.

I step closer to the bed. Close enough that my knees brush the mattress.

“Before we do anything,” I murmur, voice louder now, “I just wanna make sure you’re good with this.”

She tilts her head against the headboard. “What’cha mean?”

“I mean… we had fun at the club but that’s one thing.” My gaze drops to the way the sheets bunch under her thighs. “This is different. If you just wanna stay here and sleep, that’s cool. Ain’t gotta tell Zaza nothing. It’s your call.”

She studies me for a long minute. Then she laughs, almost disbelievingly.

“You so funny, Jabari McKingsley,” she starts to undress. “What happened to all that ‘we’re gonna fuck’ energy you had leaving the club?”

“Your mind could’ve changed by then.”

“It didn’t. So don’t be a little bitch and kill the mood.”

Oh Jelly. I’m gonna make you swallow those words with a shot of cum to wash it down.

Focus Jabari.

“I’m serious, Frankie.” My jaw tightens. “I don’t want you thinking you can’t back out. Or that I’m pushing you.”

Her laughter fades.

Slowly, she shifts forward on the bed and reaches for my wrist.

She pulls my hand between her thighs and presses it beneath the lace of her panties.

Soaked.

My breath catches before I can stop it.

She doesn’t look away either. Not once.

Her hips roll against my palm, slow and deliberate, like she’s proving a point.

“Does that,” she whispers, voice dropping lower, “feel like somebody who wants to back out?”

My fingers flex instinctively. I wanna be in there already. Whatever song this is she’s playing is doing crazy shit to my psyche. I am ready to start panting like a dog.

“No,” I choke out.

“Good.”

She tugs me forward by my shirt until my body’s hovering over hers, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her legs. The bed dips under our weight.

Her thighs slide up my hips, holding me in place. Her nose grazes mine.

“Now stop asking stupid questions.” Her fingers curl at the back of my neck. “And come get this pussy.”

Fuck, you ain’t gotta tell me twice.

My mouth crashes into hers before she can say another word.

She kisses back just as hard, clawing at me to get closer.

The metal of her lip piercings greet me. One of my hands slid into her hair, tilting her head so I could deepen it. Her lips part on a quiet sound that goes straight to my bloodstream.

The bed shifts under us as I press her down into the mattress. My weight settles over her and I don’t rush it. I let her feel every inch of me moving over her.

Her hands drag down my chest, impatient.

“Hurry the fuck up,” she moans into my mouth.

I break the kiss just long enough to pull my shirt over my head. She watches me the entire time, the green on her eyes are all gone now that her pupils are blown wide.

She has to be in a trance.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

She does but barely.

I huff a quiet laugh, “Ha. I’m gonna need more space than that, babes.”

Her eyes flash. Then she slides her heels along the sheets, opening wider this time, the sheets whisper under her movement.

“Better?” she murmurs.

“Much.”

I trail my mouth down her jaw… her neck… stopping to press a slow kiss just below her ear. Her breath shivers out. My hands move to her waist, pushing her top up inch by inch, lips following the path of bare skin revealed. She arches into me, restless.

“Patience Jelly,” I murmur against her stomach.

“Call me Jelly again and this ends.”

I smirk against her skin. With the way she’s arching into me? She ain’t stopping shit.

My hands hook into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her thighs slowly, not breaking eye contact the entire time.

I drag my hands down her legs, palms smoothing over her thighs, her knees, her calves, just appreciating the shape of her.

Then I lift one ankle, making the anklets she stacked so many of clank as I press a slow kiss to the inside of her foot.

She jerks slightly, surprised. “Jabari…”

I look up at her from between her legs, holding her gaze and then kiss along her arch, letting my mouth explore. Her toes are a different color now— Red? Purple?

It’s hard to see in the dark. Still, my tongue drags the polish before wrapping my mouth around a few and sucking.

Her fingers tangle in the sheets. A breath escapes her that sounds nothing like teasing now.

“You like that, huh?”

Her chest rises and falls faster instead of answering. Now I know I’m not the only one losing control.

I move between her, using my thighs to spread her further with her leg now over my shoulder. I position myself outside and wait.

She props herself up on her elbows.

“Well?”

“Oh, are you ready?” I ask.

She stares at me like I have three heads. “Are you taking the fucking piss? Am I ready? The fuck did you ask me to spread my legs for?”

“I just want to make sure—”

“Listen here you fucker,” she cuts me off. “It’s either you act like you’re from this planet or you get the fuck out.”

“But it’s my spot.”

“Jabari,” she closes her eyes and collects herself. “This is real jarring, I can’t lie. You never had sex before?”

“Of course I had sex before!”

“Then fucking act like it, blud!” she slams her body back into the sheets. “This is long, bruv. I swear, I’m ready to go home. Not gonna lie.”

I groan. Even in bed this girl was a pain in the arse.

“You know what? Fine,” I grab my base. “I was tryna be romantic and all. Set the mood and ting. But you want it so bad, right? I act like I've never had sex before, right?”

She perks up. “Yes! Finally!”

Tuh.

I line up again and thrust in furiously, but instantly buckle. I feel her everywhere, and it’s warm.

She’s warm.

So warm my eyes squeeze tight so I don’t have to think about it. I feel the rise and fall of her chest against mine. I can hear her heart beating. She can feel all my weight as I fight to stay upright. My back and pelvis are on fire as I try to focus on not cumming.

Somewhere in the background, one of the songs from her playlist blasts out singing: “Gyal, ya pussy good, it grip me good a me fi tell ya.”

Fuck, art really does imitate life.

I don’t want to think at all. All I want to do is slide in and out, pulling some frustrated moans out of her. I can’t believe she let me fuck her raw. I can’t believe I’m actually going for it. I’m discovering a lot of new things about us today.

Another frustrating moan comes from her as she arches into me for something deeper. She wants me to go harder, beat that pussy up, rotate my hips and stir her shit.

Something.

But all I can focus on right now is not cumming.

“Big man, please,” Her hands go up my chest, over my shoulder and try to pull me closer by my neck. “You’re holding back and I need it.”

Christ, even her needy voice begging has me on edge. Best keep it honest at this point.

“Baby if I go harder I’ll cum,” I deadpan. “I wanna fuck you all night and if I look at you or go faster, I can’t.”

She kisses my neck and breathes out, “Jabari…”—Fuck— “You can cum for me. I don’t mind. You can cum in me for all I care.”

My eyes open then and I’m met with jade.

Fuck me.

The heat in my back slides down to my balls immediately and I explode. Not before I crash my lips into hers. So fucking pretty. She so fucking pretty. And looking at that pretty face of hers makes me cum.

Her lips taste of gin and bud when I first kiss her but when I slip my tongue in, I taste honey. I’m so into it now, I press my chest into her and feel her heart pounding.

“Where’s my drink?” she questions as I swallow her up.

“You don’t need that right now,” I can feel my eyelashes fluttering across her cheeks as I drag my tongue up and down her neck. “We gotta go again. And again. And again.”

Metal presses into my chest. Maybe her belly piercing? Or nipples? I don’t care to find out. Before the nights out, I’ll taste them all.

“You sure before isn’t the best you can do?” she teases.

I look into her eyes. Emerald and playfulness.

“Nah.”

The song in the background changes and I push myself in her again, feeling the way my previous release has turned her into a slip and slide.

“So fuck me. Again. And again. And again,” she commands.

She doesn’t need to tell me twice ‘cause I’m on it but she must’ve been tired waiting and was ready for her own release ‘cause she grabs hold of my arse and starts moving my hips herself.

There’s no need to. That last orgasm has built up my resistance so I start drilling her.

The room sounds like a boxing match.

Just pounds and groaning as I beat it up. And through it all I avoid that emerald gaze. She’s like Medusa. But instead of turning men to stone, she weakens my defenses and everything comes flooding out.

So I kiss her instead.

I like kissing her. I like tasting her moans. I like the way she isn’t scared to lead this, or give me shit if I’m not pleasing her. I like that I don’t feel a way about it.

It’s a weird feeling to have about a person who gets under your skin constantly. It’s almost like mutual respect. I don’t have to pretend with her and she doesn’t pretend with me. We both know why we’re here and we’re gonna make the most out of it.

“I’m close,” she announces in a choked voice as her nails dig into my back.

“Want me to speed up?” I force out like I ain’t teetering the line myself.

“Duh.”

See? Straight to the point. I don’t have to play polite like this is a press conference. No fake niceties and politeness.

I don’t have to be that guy with her.

I get to enjoy putting all my sex fantasies about her into reality as I suck her toes, smack her arse and spit in her mouth, over and over and over again. And again. And again.

“Frankie…” My chain is tangled in her hair, I’m practically floating in both our fluids and my back stings from all her claw marks. “I want to fall asleep with it in.”

“What?” her voice is muffled by the pillow as her back is facing me.

Out of breath, I lean over and examine the mess I made of her makeup. “I said, let me leave it in while we sleep.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanna wake up to something positive.”

She sides eyes me, sees I’m serious, then shrugs. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

I’m a bit too excited about this, not gonna lie. I slip it in, embrace the warmth and wrap my arms around her.

“I’m gonna be so hard in the morning, it’ll feel like you’re still getting fucked.”

She groans but relaxes into it. “Just shut it and go to sleep.”