Chapter 14 TONI ROC
Trill-Land, ‘LoLux Estate
Two weeks later…
Kay’Lo had just pissed me the fuck off and the crazy part was that he ain’t even do shit for real.
Sometimes it was just the way he moved around this big ass house like he owned the whole world, and I guess he kinda did, but still.
The way he talked, the way he breathed, the way he looked at me like he knew every lil’ thing I felt before I said it.
All of that shit got on my nerves right now, so I was in the kitchen mindin’ my business and actin’ like the nigga ain’t even exist.
I opened the cabinet to grab a glass.
Boom. There he go, right behind me.
I ignored him, took the glass down, closed the cabinet, and walked to the other side of the kitchen like I couldn’t feel his eyes glued to my ass.
I opened the fridge.
Boom. There he go again, right next to me.
I sucked my teeth and acted like he wasn’t breathin’ down my neck. I reached for the juice. His tall ass leaned against the counter like he was waitin’ for a show. I closed the fridge. He ain’t move.
I walked to the pantry.
He followed.
I walked to the sink.
He followed.
Everywhere I went, this nigga was right there like a damn shadow with tattoos.
Finally, he let out this annoyed ass sigh. “Toni.”
I acted like I ain’t hear his ass.
“Toni.”
I rinsed my cup and poured my juice.
He stepped closer, and I felt him before he even touched me. “Aye, look at me.”
I didn’t. I kept starin’ at the sink.
He slid his hand across the counter so slow it made heat crawl up my neck. “You gon’ keep actin’ like a fuckin’ kid or you gon’ tell me what the fuck wrong?”
“Nothin’ wrong,” I said, tryna keep my voice flat.
He laughed under his breath, that deep, disrespectful laugh niggas do when they know you lyin’. “Girl, you walkin’ ‘round here slammin’ shit, openin’ every cabinet like you lookin’ for your attitude on the shelves.”
I rolled my eyes and walked off. He followed again.
“Damn, you irritatin’ as hell,” I muttered.
He stepped right in front of me, blockin’ my path with that tall ass body. “No. What’s irritatin’ is you thinkin’ you gon’ stomp around my house actin’ like you can’t talk to nobody when I pay for yo’ fine ass to be in comfort.”
I stared up at him. “Kay’Lo, move.”
“Nah.” He placed both hands on the counter behind me, cagin’ me in without even touchin’ me. “You in here actin’ like you hate me, and I’m tryin’ real hard not to flip you on this counter and fuck that whole attitude out of you.”
My stomach did that stupid warm flip I hated.
“I ain’t got no attitude,” I snapped.
“Yes the fuck you do.” His voice dropped lower, and darker. “And you better lose that shit before I make you lose it.”
I swallowed and looked away. “Whatever, Kay’Lo.”
“Oh, a’ight. You wanna play.” He slid even closer, his chest weighin’ me down.
His hand slid from my chin to my throat in one smooth motion. He held me there, grippin’ me by my throat with his thumb under my jaw, tiltin’ my head up so slow it made my knees warm.
“Look. At. Me,” he growled, his voice low and demandin’ as fuck.
I lifted my eyes, and his stare locked on mine. It was dark and full of heat that made every smart ass thought fall out of my head.
“There she go,” he murmured. “That’s what I want. That’s the face I wanna see when I’m talkin’ to you.”
“I ain’t doin’ nothin’,” I mumbled, actin’ like my whole body wasn’t reactin’ to him.
“Stop lyin’,” he said, his grip tightenin’ on my throat, and his thumb strokin’ the side of my neck in this slow, crazy way that told me he knew exactly what he was doin’.
“You got a whole attitude for no reason.”
“I ain’t got no attitude.”
“You think I don’t know you? Girl, I know every version of you. I know the way you breathe when you mad, the way you walk when you irritated, the way you bite your lip when you tryna stop yourself from snappin’. You not slick.”
“Whatever.”
My thighs pressed together on their own when I felt his dick jump against my hip. He smirked ‘cause he felt my pulse jump under his hand.
“Yeah. I knew you felt that.”
I lifted my eyes slow like it took effort, and when I met his, everything in me got weak. His lashes was low, his lips parted and his whole expression was sayin’ he was two seconds from fuckin’ me right here.
“You think I’m scared of yo’ lil’ fucked up ass attitude?” he asked. “You think that shit gon’ push me away? Girl, I eat attitudes for breakfast.”
I tried to hold my face firm and not laugh but the corner of my mouth twitched and he caught it.
“Aww, look at you tryin’ not to smile,” he teased, leanin’ down.
“I’m not smilin’. Move.”
He ain’t move. Instead, he grabbed my waist and pulled me into him. His lips crushed mine, deep and messy and possessive. It was a kiss that left no room to think about anything but him. His tongue slid against mine, and he grabbed my ass with both hands. I melted instantly, and he knew I would.
When he finally pulled back, he looked down at me with that cocky grin I wanted to smack off his face. “Fix your attitude, girl.”
I scoffed, slid out his grip, and walked off with my cup, pretendin’ I still didn’t care. I mumbled somethin’ under my breath without thinkin’.
Kay’Lo’s head snapped up. “What the fuck you say?”
I froze.
He took two slow steps toward me. “Nah. Say it again.”
I turned around, heat crawlin’ up my neck. “I said…I love you.”
His whole expression shifted into this dangerous, satisfied look. “You said you what?”
I lifted my chin. “I said I love you.”
He smirked. “That’s what the fuck I thought. I love you too, girl.”
I tried to roll my eyes again, but he walked up, grabbed my chin, and kissed me so slow and deep I damn near forgot why I was mad in the first place ‘cause that’s what Kay’Lo did to me.
He fucked my feelin’s up, then fixed ’em with one kiss.
And I hated how much I loved that shit.
I also knew what was ‘bout to come next.
Kay’Lo was suckin’ the fuck out my titties, and I ain’t even gon’ lie…
the shit felt so damn good it made my back arch off the bed.
He had my whole left titty in his mouth, and his hand grippin’ the other one, and he kept switchin’ between soft licks and deep sucks like he was really tryna make a point.
I moaned his name slow, my fingers slidin’ through his hair. “Baby… damn…”
He groaned against my skin, then kissed down my stomach, leavin’ lil’ wet spots everywhere he went. His hands slid up my thighs, pushin’ them open while he kissed right above my pussy, lettin’ his breath hit me before he even touched it.
“You know I missed this,” he murmured, his lips draggin’ right by my crease. “I missed tastin’ you. I missed bein’ inside you.”
My whole body shivered. I was so fuckin’ ready for him I could barely stay still. He always did this… always took his time like he wanted to savor everything first.
He came back up my body, layin’ his chest on mine while he kissed me slow and deep, and I could feel his dick hard against my thigh. It was so damn thick, it made me gasp.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around it, strokin’ him the way he liked, slow and tight at the base. He groaned into my mouth and rolled his hips, his breath comin’ out warm against my lips.
“Damn, baby,” he breathed. “That feel good.”
“I want you inside me,” I whispered, spreadin’ my legs wider.
He nodded, slid his dick against my pussy, and I gasped a lil’ ‘cause the pressure felt perfect. He pushed in slow, lettin’ me feel every inch like he always do, and a deep moan fell outta me.
“Kay’Lo… that feel so—”
Then somethin’ changed.
His hips slowed, his breath got weird and his stroke… softened.
At first, I thought he was just teasin’ me, but then I felt his dick start to soften inside me.
“Kay’Lo?” I whispered, confused.
“I know baby,” he muttered, tryna adjust and push deeper like he could force it back hard. “I got it. Don’t worry.”
Except… he didn’t got it.
He pulled out a lil’, tried to thrust again, and it just felt… off. His rhythm was gone. The pressure was gone. His whole vibe felt like somebody unplugged him mid-stroke.
He stopped, leaned on his forearm, and looked down like he was tryna concentrate real hard.
I blinked. “Baby… what’s wrong?”
“Nothin’,” he snapped too fast. “Move yo’ leg up. I’m good.”
I moved it, tryna help, but the second I squeezed my pussy around him… his dick softened even more, like it couldn’t hold the blood for shit.
He dragged in a breath, frustrated. “Man… what the fuck.”
I sat up a lil’, bein’ gentle. “Baby… did you take somethin’ today?”
His jaw clenched. “The fuck you mean? I took my medicine, Toni. The Latuda shit the doctor put me on. Ain’t that what you wanted? Ain’t you the one who told me to take it every mornin’?”
My mouth fell open. “Kay’Lo… don’t do that.”
“Nah, ‘cause now my dick wanna act dumb,” he muttered, lookin’ down at it like it betrayed him. “You the one who wanted me on this shit, and now look. He soft as hell, damn near depressed. He ain’t even tryna fight for his life.”
“KAY’LO.”
I tried not to laugh, but I couldn’t help it. “Baby… stop.”
“I ain’t stoppin’ shit. Look at him.” He poked it, offended. “This nigga look like he just lost his job.”
I covered my face, dyin’. “Oh my God, Kay’Lo, please—”
“Nah, fuck that,” he kept goin’, pushin’ my leg up again like he was determined to bring life back into that dick. “Come here. Lemme just get back in it.”
He pushed in again…
He got about an inch and a half of stroke…
and then…
He was soft again.
He froze.
I froze.
We both stared at each other.
He blinked slow. “This the medicine. I swear to God, it’s the fuckin’ medicine.”
I tried not to sound hurt, but I was confused. “Baby, I’m not mad. I just wanna know what’s goin’ on in your mind.”
He rolled onto his back, starin’ at the ceilin’. “What’s goin’ on is I’m on some shit that make niggas weak in the knees. I can’t focus. My head feel slow. My dick feel slower. I’m tryna beat ya back in and my shit over here takin’ a nap.”
I held in a laugh so hard my stomach muscles hurt. “Kay’Lo, baby, stop talkin’ about it like that—”
“Nah, Toni. Look at you. You sittin’ here naked, wet, titties sittin’ pretty as hell, pussy lookin’ like it came fresh out the bakery, and my dick just said no thank you. What type of disrespect—”
“Baby…” I crawled into his lap and kissed his jaw. “It’s okay.”
“No the fuck it’s not,” he grumbled. “I’m supposed to be blowin’ your back out right now. Not layin’ here like I need a motivational speech to fuck you.”
I slid my hand down to stroke him again, slow and gentle. “We’ll figure it out.”
He groaned, both from the touch and from the frustration. “Man… I hate this.”
“I know,” I murmured. “But we gon’ figure it out together.”
He looked at me then.
The frustration in his face cracked a lil’.
“You ain’t gon’ clown me?” he asked low.
I kissed him slow. “No, baby. I’m your wife. Shit like this… we gon’ handle it.”
He exhaled and pulled me onto his chest, his arms locked around me tight.
“I blame you though,” he muttered into my hair. “You the one that got me takin’ this weak dick medicine.”
I smacked his chest, laughin’. “BOY.”
He groaned again and kissed my forehead. “I’m serious. When it get hard again, you better run.”
I smiled into his skin. “I’m not goin’ nowhere.”
His arms wrapped around me even tighter.
And even though his dick wasn’t workin’ right…his heart was.