18. Yeremy
Yeremy
I ’m gone fuck this nigga up! I blinked hard and looked out the window.
Each time that I looked over at Sol got me even more heated.
Even the night wind couldn’t cool me down.
I clenched my jaw so hard that I could feel the ache climbing into my temples.
I glanced over at Sol, he had one hand on the wheel and the other draped casually over his thigh like he wasn’t the reason that things would be weird for me once I went back to work.
I could still feel Larae’s stare and hear the hurt in his voice when he asked me why. Sol turned me into a damn liar, and the scary thing about it was, I felt super content in my petty little girl lies.
We turned onto a quiet street and pulled up to a nice, modern, brick one-story house that had wide windows.
A matte black truck sat in the driveway.
It was calm and quiet in his neighborhood; I imagined Sol living in some big grand place.
Then again, he had a lowkey chilled persona.
Sol didn’t flex his money like most men his age would.
Niggas in the streets would have never thought Sol lived in this house from how simple and clean it looked.
He pulled in the driveway and got out without saying a word.
I watched him walk around to my side and open the door.
He looked down at me like nothing had happened and that made me even more pissed.
“Get out,” he said calmly.
The second my foot touched the pavement, everything hit me at once. The shame, rage, and frustration of this whole ordeal between Sol and I was turning me into someone that I was finding it hard to recognize. I started swinging hard on him.
“Why the fuck would you do that, when you know you really don’t want me for real!?” I screamed, punching him in the chest.
“You just show the fuck up and embarrass me! I gotta work with him!” I socked him so hard in the jaw that it felt like my knuckles cracked.
Sol didn’t say a word, he let me hit him anywhere that I could without blocking my hits.
“I’m not gone let you fuck me up! You want to get in my fucking head! Fuck me, disappear, pop back up, and do the same shit over and over! I swear I fucking hate you!” My fists bounced off his face.
I hit him right in his bottom lip, making it split.
It scared me for a bit because he still didn’t flinch or move.
My hands was numb, still, I wasn’t done with making him feel me.
I wasn’t just some punk ass bitch that he was gonna just play around with whenever the fuck he felt like it.
I halted my fist back and in one swift motion Sol gripped my wrist mid-swing.
He pulled me close then lifted me off the ground.
I used all of my strength to thrash in his arms. I kicked my legs as my fists pounded his hard chest. None of it mattered, he was too strong.
“Put me the fuck down!” I shrieked.
“I swear! I’m going to fuck you up!” I yelled out of breath.
He carried me up the walkway, his arms was tight around my waist. I buried my face in his shoulder and sobbed out of anger.
When the front door opened, he carried me across the threshold and held me tighter.
The door clicked behind us. He walked me deeper into the house past his sleek black furniture and framed art on the walls.
I didn’t know what room we entered when he lowered me onto a long leather couch with his hand still wrapped around my waist. The space smelled like cedarwood and clove, I inhaled and exhaled it. I pulled away from him and looked away.
“I’m gonna tell that nigga Casper what the fuck is up between us.” He plopped down beside me, still breathing calmly.
I looked over at him, he placed one elbow on his knee. The blood from his split lip dried onto his perfectly shined beard.
“You not about to control me with blackmail,” I murmured.
“Nah, this ain’t blackmail. I told you that I was trying to figure shit out. At first, I thought that I just needed to fuck…then I’d be over even wanting you in my space.”
I looked at him stunned.
“So why did you come to Larae’s house…when you haven’t even bothered to call me since?—”
“Man, shut the fuck up. Don’t ask me no stupid shit after I just said what the fuck I said.
You know why the fuck I popped up. You didn’t answer the phone nor text messages.
You sharing your location trying to play with a nigga’s mind.
You like to lie to yourself, Yeremy…act like you don’t know what the fuck going on and find the fuck out the hard way.
Tonight was the hard way.” His voice carried the type of weight that felt like an anchor had been dropped between us.
Sol stared at me, his dark brown eyes empty of an apology but full with something dangerous.
“Your dumb ass was gonna fuck that nigga to try to forget me? Just giving that good ass pussy away to anybody when you should be cherishing that shit…” He shook his head in disappointment.
“I just don’t understand why bitches can’t worship their bodies.
Pussies are internal, it ain’t like a dick.
A nigga can just hop in the shower and wash pussy off.
We can fuck anything with no emotions attached.
Y’all women fuck on niggas and it became internal…
niggas can leave their kids inside of you and them kids travel or however that shit work.
You get what the fuck I’m trying to say.
You want to waste good pussy on a nigga that you don’t even dream of…
a nigga that don’t got you feeling how I do.
You dumb as fuck and that’s a got-damn turn off,” he spat out harshly, causing me to flinch.
“Don’t even say no smart shit, after you just tried to beat my ass.
Yeah, I want yo dumb ass. I like you and think about you even when I don’t check for you.
You don’t think I’m trying to sort through how the fuck I’m feeling toward you…
especially when bitches don’t mean shit to me half the time?
This is why, I’m gone have to talk to Casper. ” His shoulders dropped.
“You fuckin’ with my head…I’m too real of a nigga to be out here wanting you then trying to hide you.
At the same time, it’s some shit that transpired that I would have to tell you…
that alone would probably break your fragile ass heart…
I don’t want to do that…so I gotta weigh this shit out properly.
” He stood up from the couch and walked away from me.
“Sol, we need to stop whatever this is. I’m not trying to disappoint my dad again.
He’s tough and gets on my nerves, but I love him.
I need to make him proud. You are not good for me, you can’t even sort out your own feelings.
You never been with a woman on a serious level and I’m not about to be your trial run either.
You don’t got to tell Casper shit, because after tonight…
I want you to leave me the fuck alone.” Soon as the words left my mouth, I smiled inwardly.
It was hard for me to stand up for myself most of the time. I didn’t do it with Casper, but I damn sure could do it with Sol no matter how good he made me feel when it came down to sex. There was a connection between us beyond sex but if Sol was in denial about it then I was going to let it be.
“You like the way that shit sound, don’t you?” He chuckled.
“Yeremy, I know you more than you think I do…” His eyes locked on mine.
“You can try a thousand soft men, sip wine with them, paint little ugly ass pictures, and wear them niggas shirts…None of them gone un-fuck what Sol did to your soul.” He smirked cockily.
“You hate me, but you crave me, baby. I crave you…I might even need you to be my fuckin’ peace.
I don’t fuckin’ lie…AT ALL. You can ask me anything.
Either my actions gone answer your questions or my words will.
Tonight was about actions. You worried and I get it.
Females want little things like phone calls, text messages, and time.
I know what the fuck it is. But…I answered your worries tonight by popping the fuck up where you was at to bring you to my home.
What the fuck does that tell you?” His voice boomed.
“Don’t yell at me, Sol.” My voice cracked.
“Nah, don’t get soft and sensitive now. You was just two piecing the fuck out of me in front of the house. So, tell me, what the fuck does that tell you?”
“It means you want me, Sol.” I mumbled.
“Bingo, get yo ass up and come clean my lip,” he stated calmly.
I looked up at him and eyed his lip again. I stood slowly with shame licking up my back and followed behind him. His bathroom was dark gray and huge. I took note of how clean Sol’s house was and made a mental note to take a tour of it once I woke up because tonight was too much.
He pointed to the metal rack with clean towels. I grabbed one and went straight to the sink. I soaked the towel then rung it out. Sol stood behind me in the mirror like a dark shadow. I turned to face him and stood on my tippy toes.
“You deserved that ass whooping too,” I whispered as I dabbed gently at his bottom lip.
“Yeah, I liked that shit too.” Sol smirked as I turned around to wet the towel again.
His eyes never left mine when I turned back around to face him.
I cleaned his beard then tried to turn back to the sink but was stopped by him roughly grabbing my chin.
His eyes fell down to my lips as he forced me to look at him with the motion of his fingers.
Once his eyes flicked back up to mine, he kissed me.
It was a dominant, rough, and consuming kiss.
My breath caught up in my throat as he tongued me down.
He tilted my chin then slid his tongue on top of mine, he guided the kiss beautifully.
I moaned into his mouth, feeling weak in the knees.
His hand dropped from my face and went straight to the waistband of my jeans.
In seconds, he snatched them down along with my panties in one swift motion.
Sol slid his fingers between my thighs, slow and deliberate. He didn’t play with my pussy, he pressed his index and middle finger against my slick heat while maintaining eye contact.
“You hate me but wet as fuck.” His deep voice turned raspy.
He pulled his wet fingers up to his nose, closed his eyes, and inhaled my scent.
“Mmm.” He growled lowly.
“That pussy mine.” He opened his eyes as he licked his fingers dry.
There was no being strong with a man like Sol.
Even if you wanted to stand your ground and prove a point.
It was all useless to a king in the jungle.
Sol lifted me by my thighs effortlessly and placed me on the counter.
My hands gripped the edges off instinct as my legs parted without a second thought.
My body was begging for him without my consent.
He looked sexy as fuck dropping down to his knees in front of me. His tongue slid down my folds slow and possessively. His eyes locked with mine as his skilled tongue flicked against my clit. He groaned and sucked on my sensitive bud until my hips started to buck.
I cried out, my fingers ran across his waves as my thighs trembled around his head. Sol wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, he acted like he was starving. He made me feel like my pussy was his favorite dessert.
“This why we so confused in the mind with why we can’t— Oh, Sol!!!” I moaned out.
“Good girl.” He pulled back and blew on my pussy.
Sol consumed my pussy. Helplessly, I watched his head go from side to side then shake like a dog between my legs. He licked all the way down, close enough to my ass. He hummed and dragged the flat of his tongue upward. It was hard and firm, setting my body on fire.
My moans encouraged Sol to speed up, and he went faster and after a few licks. He started to swirl his tongue hard around my clit. I could barely breathe, it felt like I was getting ready to pass the hell out on the counter. I was about to release all that I had buried inside of me.
“Sol! Wait, baby!” I panted, not wanting to cum just yet.
“Why?” He asked between licks.
“I’m about to cum!”
“Then let it the fuck go. You got more to go, Ma.”
Before I could respond, he took my clit between his lips and let it rest there.
“You gone cum for a nigga?” He flicked at it nastily.
“Yes!”
His finger slid into my ass as he suckled my clit back into his mouth and spat it out then repeated the same action as his finger pumped in and out of my ass. He pushed his thumb into my tunnel and worked my ass and my pussy as he continued to devour my sensitive bud.
“Fuck! I love you!” I gasped out.
I pushed against his mouth as waves of pleasure damn near paralyzed me. My entire body started to twitch and buck as Sol placed sloppy kisses to my lips and clit. My elbows gave out, my back kissed the cold mirror as I looked up at the lights, stuck in a daze and seeing stars.