12. Yeremy
Yeremy
“ M mmhmm…yeah, no. I’m still up. Larae.” I murmured into the phone with a groggy voice.
“You said Sunday you want to check out the new sushi place by the beach, right?” I stifled my yawn, trying to prove to him that I was alert and tuned in to the conversation.
I didn’t want to appear rude mid conversation while talking to Larae by drifting off to sleep.
It was Friday night; I was happy that I didn’t have to wake up early in the morning for work.
It seemed like Thursday’s and Friday’s was when work took a toll on me.
I was tired as hell and just wanted to sleep my weekend away.
Dr. Larae chuckled nervously on the other end.
After us sharing dinner together earlier in the week.
I learned that he was shy, but very polite at the same time.
He was a gentleman who opened up doors and pulled out my chair before I could take a seat.
It was the small gestures that he offered that I appreciated.
Him and I talked on the phone at night after our long shifts at the hospital.
He texted me every morning at five a.m. to tell me good morning.
The gesture was sweet but a little corny to me.
Whenever he got comfortable in our conversations, he tended to talk a little too much. I scratched at my head then readjusted my bonnet.
“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding curious and nosy.
“About to get out of bed and go to the kitchen to get a couple of snacks.” I stood and slid on my silk robe that clung to my thighs from the static of my sheets.
“Oh okay, I’m watching Law I didn’t offer Larae a response before I hung the phone up. Sol scooped another spoonful of cereal like he wasn’t already making me weak in the knees.
“Uncle?” He murmured, munching on what I saw was my Frosted Flakes.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked as my heart thudded hard in my chest.
He sat the bowl down on the island and stepped close to me.
My eyes voluntarily dropped down to his stomach as he purposely flexed it.
I looked down at his black and red Jordan basketball shorts; my mouth watered seeing the big limp piece of meat resting on his thigh through the material.
He leaned in just enough for me to smell the faint scent of his cologne.
“I’m here to watch you. Make sure you don’t make dumb ass decisions that would disappoint Casper. The look in your eyes, ma…is telling me that you ready to risk it all right now though…and make another stupid decision.” He bit into his bottom lip.
“What stupid decision is that?” I rolled my eyes.
“Me,” he stated flatly.
I didn’t move or speak because he was right.
I was feeling the same way from the night he approached me at the club.
I dubbed Sol as a one-night thing and a bad decision based off of my vulnerability.
My robe suddenly felt thinner as my nipples pebbled until I felt them poking through the silk material of my robe.
I crossed my arms over my chest to conceal my nipples as I smacked my lips, trying my hardest not to tell on how aroused I was in front of him.
“I don’t need to be watched. Casper and you are overstepping again, you can leave. I’m sure he doesn’t know that you’re in our house at midnight, standing shirtless to entice me while eating a bowl of my cereal.” I rolled my eyes hard.
“What? You want to call him and tell him?” He took another step, and I damn near fainted.
“N-no! Why would I do that?” I panicked as he kept the same cocky smirk on his face.
“The only reason I could think of, is you wanting more of this dick. You left the door unlocked, like you wanted company, Yeremy.” This time, his charming smile reached his almond shaped eyes.
His hand grazed the edge of the counter near my hip. He was close enough for the heat of his body to lick across my skin.
“That’s a lie, I made sure that I locked the door. I don’t want company at all and I’m not desperate for your dick again.” I lied right through my teeth.
His eyes darkened as he tilted his head to the side.
“Oh okay, you want that doctor nigga you was on the phone with?” He shook his head and laughed like it was a joke.
“Dr. Larae is?—”
“A soft ass nigga… That’s what you want?” He asked.
In seconds, his hand was around my lower back, and he pulled me up against him and talked directly into my ear. Sol’s lips brushed the shell of my ear, my pussy activated overtime by the small gesture as my entire body heated up.
“Don’t stand here and lie. I’d love to prove to you how much of a fuckin’ liar you are…go ahead…lie to me…I can see it all in your eyes, Yeremy.” His hand squeezed at the top of my ass boldly.
I hated how it felt like I belonged in his arms, up against him breathing the same air as him had me in a trance that made it hard for me to snap out of.
“Dr. Larae is nice, very charming and he’s polite and generous.
He treats me like a lady…so yes, that’s something I want and like in a man.
Not the type that breaks into my house to steal my cereal and start toxic ass arguments.
” I spat still finding it hard to breathe properly with him up against me squeezing my ass.
“Oh, is that right?” He clicked his teeth.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“I get it…He’s soft, safe, and predictable as fuck. That’s why you picked him. Bitches love a nigga that they can take advantage of. You need a corny ass nigga like Dr. Larae to help you cope with not having a nigga like me. Yeah…” He sized me up and down with his penetrating ass eyes and laughed.
“Nigga soft as fuck. That’s why you picked em. You want an easy ass nigga.” He shook his head, looking down at me like I was a fool.
My jaw clenched tightly. I tried to move out of his grip, but he didn’t budge.
“What the fuck does that make you?” I tried to pull away again.
Sol used both of his hands and pulled me up against him roughly by my ass. I could feel his dick on my lower stomach.
“It makes a nigga like me very necessary. You want me bad as fuck, wish you could probably mold me and have me sprung out here chasing yo spoiled ass around. You know you can’t run me, and I already set rules out that you have no choice to follow.
You want to stand in front of me playing hard to get when I know that little fat monk is wet as fuck… soppy wet for me.”
He pulled back, just enough to look me in the eyes.
“Tell a nigga to leave, Yeremy,” he said voice low and firm as he released me from his hold but still close as hell, all in my personal space.
“I’ll leave if you say it…but you won’t. All because you still consumed with thoughts of how I had yo pretty ass folded on that bed…how your thick ass legs shook when I made you cum back-to-back.” He taunted me.
My knees damn near buckled.
“The worst part about it all.” His gaze burned into mine.
“Yo spoiled ass don’t like being the one in control…you like to be the cause of a nigga crashing out behind you, so you can try to offer the cure and make it all better.” He shook his head then turned to pick up his bowl of cereal.
He took a spoonful and chewed on it slow with his eyes still on me the whole time.
“I missed you, though… go ahead and tell me you missed me too, cause I know you can’t stop thinking about me.” He chuckled.
It was the look of amusement and the cockiness that pissed me off to the max. He also acted nonchalant about everything that came out of his mouth like he hadn’t ripped the truth out of my chest and laid it on the counter next to his spoon.
“Boy, fuck you! I ain’t telling yo arrogant ass shit.” I spat.
I didn’t even have time to breathe before the bowl of cereal clattered against the counter.
I eyed the milk that splashed out the bowl then felt Sol’s hands on me.
He gripped my waist with both hands and lifted me like I weighed nothing which was a first for me.
My ass hit the marble countertop as my legs instinctively parted around his body.
Sol stepped between my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the counter. His eyes bored into mine hungrily as his right hand slid up my thigh underneath my robe. My bottom lip dropped soon as his fingers brushed against the heated damp area that he got to know well weeks ago.
“You still haven’t told me to leave yet,” he muttered low and roughly as he leaned in closer.
His lips brushed mine, my eyes shut waiting for the kiss that I thought he would give. When I didn’t feel his lips press against mine, I opened my eyes and stared into his eyes with disappointment.
“I should have told you to leave,” I said above a whisper.
“You can’t.” His fingers pressed against the thin fabric of my panties that I was sure was soaked through.
He offered me a knowing look as he pinched my pussy lips together.
“Still wet for me, she knows who she belongs too.”
I opened my mouth to argue but couldn’t utter out the words.
Two of his fingers pressed against my clit.
He moved his fingers slow in steady and circled them repeatedly.
It was insane to me how he knew my body and its rhythm after just one time.
He had me down pack down to the speed of how I liked it.
He stood between my legs and played me like an instrument.
Sol didn’t push his fingers pass the barrier of my panties. He rubbed me with precision, building me up and backing away a little each time my hips bucked forward.
“Y—you gotta stop,” I whined out and moaned.
He ignored it, those dark deep eyes stayed locked in on my fluttering eyes like a predator.
“Nah, ma…you gone feel this and tell me you miss me. I don’t give a fuck if I got to pull that shit out of you.”
“Please, Sol.” I begged, feeling myself getting ready to fall the hell apart.
I didn’t want to look like a fool afterwards and do another walk of shame and battle with myself over the right decision that I should have made from jump.
My body was hot and tense all over, lust was overriding my right sense of mind.
I started to tremble from the edge that he kept teetering me on.
Sol used his free hand to pinch my nipples as my thighs clenched tightly around him.
“You ain’t cum since me.” He leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
“That doctor don’t know what to do with you. There’s only one Sol, Yeremy.” He chuckled.
“I swear I hate you.” I breathed roughly. My voice broke as my body quivered from his touch.
“No, you don’t.” He chuckled then bit into my neck.
“You miss me, so just say it.” He pulled back again right when I was about to release.
“No.” I choked out, feeling my eyes well up with tears.
His fingers sped up, he circled faster and hard as my hand gripped his forearm. Sol’s thick lips hovered over mine again teasing me with the heat of his closeness. My legs trembled, followed by my hips rolling fiercely without permission.
“You miss this dick…” He growled.
“You miss me too, say that shit,” he demanded.
I whimpered as my pussy clenched around nothing but the pressure of his fingers. My body pulsed with need, I was on the edge and about to give in.
“Say it!” He ordered out again, his thumb pressed down in the right spot making me jolt.
“I missed you, Sol!” I shouted the confession as if my life depended on it.
I grabbed at his shoulders and dug my nails in as he smirked victoriously.
“I know,” he whispered roughly, finally pressing his lips to mine.
“Cum for me, Yeremy.”
On cue, he moved my panties to the side and played in my wetness. The cool of his fingers toying with me made me cum hard. It felt like I was falling apart right on the kitchen counter, like I belonged to Sol.