13. Yeremy
Yeremy
M y body continued to convulse from the overwhelming orgasm.
Sol gave me no time to recover. His rough hands gripped my thighs again as he yanked me forward on the counter.
He caught me mid-breath and hoisted me into his arms. I let out a small gasp as he walked us through the kitchen into the dark hallway.
One of his hands gripped the underside of my thigh, the other palmed my ass possessively.
I wasn’t about to try to be strong when I liked all this rough and controlling shit that he was doing.
It turned me on so much that I said fuck my phone that I left in the kitchen.
I didn’t give a damn that my robe was practically hanging off of me.
My bonnet was barely hanging on to my head as he kicked my bedroom door open with the heel of his foot. Before I could blink, my back hit my soft mattress. Sol’s sexy, chocolate ass loomed over me like he was coming to make love to me. When in actual reality, he was doing all of this to remind me.
His hand gripped the side of my robe, he practically ripped it open.
He moved fast, ripping my gown off next.
I hissed at the feel of his mouth being latched onto my right nipple.
He sucked hard then swirled his tongue around my areola until my back arched off the bed.
I clutched his broad tatted shoulders as he trailed kisses down my belly.
He yanked my panties off and tossed them wherever.
He was moving so damn fast, I didn’t know what was next.
He proved to me through his actions that he hadn’t stopped thinking about me like I kept thinking about him.
It was true…Sol missed the hell out of me, and he was proving the shit through actions.
He stood up and dropped his boxers, along with his basketball shorts. I sat up on my elbows and looked at his prominent, thick, and long ass dick. My mouth watered as he stroked his dick making it slap against his stomach.
“You want to try to play with someone safe. I get that shit, but when I want this pussy…I know for a fact that I will get it. Open her up for me,” he uttered seriously.
My body was under his spell, I spread my legs wide and slid my hands down to my slick folds.
I spread my pussy lips apart and watched him get back in the bed.
He didn’t wait for an indication of me being ready.
He slammed into me, deep and rough. I screamed as my nails clawed at his back as he drove into me again and again.
His hips rotated and snapped with a rhythm that I couldn’t keep up with.
“Tell me, Yeremy. Whose pussy is this? I’m already hitting this bitch raw as fuck with no protection. Don’t fuck around with me,” he demanded with his teeth clenched.
I couldn’t speak, I was a mess beneath him. My lips parted as he fucked me like I owed him something more sacred than the pussy he was taking. Sol grabbed my throat and held me still. I was locked into his dark stare down.
“Tell me!” He picked one of my legs up and threw it over his shoulder before slamming in deeper.
He buried himself with each thrust, my pussy stretched around him, greedily taking all of the dick that he had to offer which was too damn much.
“Yours” I cried voice cracking.
“This pussy belong to Sol!” I added for great measure, hating how desperate I sounded.
“Don’t forget that shit again.” He hissed out.
“Ain’t no nigga dicking this pussy down like me. So go ahead and entertain that corny ass nigga. That’s cool and all, but you give him this pussy, it’s gone be a mutha fuckin’ problem.”
I sobbed out loud as another orgasm rose in the pits of my stomach like a wave that I couldn’t fight.
“Damn, you just cumming all over this dick.” He smirked as my pussy contracted and spat out all over him disrespectfully.
“Yes, baby,” I whimpered as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
Sol refused to let me recover, he reached between my legs and pressed his thumb against my clit and kept stroking me. He slowed down the pace just enough to hear the wet sounds of my pussy.
“You look pretty as fuck when you cumming all over my dick, Yeremy. You tryna make a nigga sprung off you. Do that shit again for me.” He pulled all the way back and slammed back in.
“I—I—can’t!” I cried out.
“You can.” He growled, picking up the pace.
“You will do that shit, and when you do…make sure you look a real nigga in the eyes,” he demanded.
Seconds later, I came hard as hell. I screamed his name and watched his jaw clench as he pulled out of me and shot his hot nut all over my stomach and titties.
He slid back inside of me with a guttural groan leaving his throat.
I gasped out when Sol grabbed me and placed me on top of him with his nut still glued to my body.
We stayed like that for a long time before he moved me over to the side.
I laid there for a moment, my chest rose and fell like I had just survived something violent and beautiful all at once.
My legs trembled against my bedspread as I struggled to catch my breath.
I looked over at Sol, he was propped up on his elbow.
He offered me the same cocky ass look that made my stomach tighten. Here we go… I thought.
“You can go now,” I muttered hoarsely.
“You got what you wanted, no need to stick around.” I lazily rolled my eyes.
Without a word, Sol stood up and disappeared into my bathroom.
I laid still stunned at how my own words made something in my chest tighten.
I hated this feeling of not knowing what to expect from a person.
A man like Sol was very unpredictable yet, very blunt and harshly honest with whatever came out of his mouth.
Casual sex wasn’t for me. When I laid down with Ramsey, I connected with him and felt him through intimacy the most.
With Sol, it felt the same damn way down to the way he touched me, even if it was rough.
I didn’t mean the words that left my mouth minutes ago.
I wanted Sol to stay and hold me. I wanted to spend time with him and get to know him better.
He was closed off and a mystery outside of me knowing that him and Casper was close.
That revelation in itself should have kept me away from him.
Sol had warning signs plastered all over him.
Warning signs that I refused to take caution to.
A few minutes later, he returned with a rag in one hand and a towel draped over his shoulders.
He didn’t speak or really look me in the eyes.
He got in the bed and knelt between my legs and started cleaning me.
The warmth of the towel along with the smell of my soap relaxed me.
When he was done, he tossed the rag aside and stood back up.
“Go get some fresh sheets and make the bed. I’m tired as fuck,” he said.
I blinked up at him confused as hell.
“Huh?” I yawned.
He narrowed his eyes impatiently with a look of annoyance plastered on his handsome ass face.
“Sheets. You know where they at, right?” He tilted his big ass head to the side.
My pride almost screamed at me to tell him to get the hell out.
But my body moved before I could even try to argue with him.
I got up on wobbly legs, I snatched my robe up and practically stumbled toward my closet.
I hated how shaky he had my body afterwards.
Sol watched me the entire time with his arms folded over his chest.
His dark eyes burned into my back as I stripped the bed in silence.
I tossed the ruined sheets to the floor then put on the fresh set quietly.
It pissed me off that he didn’t lift a finger to help me.
When I asked him to tuck the other end, he acted as if he didn’t hear me.
Once I finished tucking in all the corners, he climbed into the bed and sprawled out like it was his bed.
With one arm behind his head, the other patted the small space next to him.
Too tired to ask what he was doing, I climbed in bed and laid against his arm. He looked down at me with a smirk.
“I’ll still be here in the morning. I ain’t running from shit, whatever feeling this is that I’m feeling toward you, I’m gone either figure it out or fuck it away.” He yawned.
“You not about to fuck on me until you get tired of me. I won’t let you hurt my feelings, Sol.” I closed my eyes.
“You always have the capability to tell a nigga no or tell me to leave. Since you ain’t did none of that…I expect breakfast in the morning.” He leaned down and pecked me on the forehead.
Seconds later, I opened my eyes and just stared up at him.
Sol closed his eyes like he was preparing himself to ignore whatever else I had to say.
I just stared at him until my eyes got too heavy.
My chest tightened as I laid my head down on his chest. He didn’t give a damn what I had to say next.
Sol knew that I didn’t want him to leave.
Deep down, I hated that I didn’t want to tell him that either.
Because in the end, it was only going to do more harm to my feelings.
I was supposed to call Dr. Larae back but he was the furthest thing on my mind.
I even thought about how Casper would feel if he knew what I just did in his home, behind his back with a trusted man of his.
Before I dosed off, I thought about the grand breakfast that I was gone wake up to cook for Sol and fell asleep with a smirk on my face.