Chapter 5 #2
“You too, baby girl,” she called after her.
Then Omyia ’s focus was back on me. There was no fucking way that she didn’t know the type of power she had on niggas just by looking at them with those catlike eyes.
Something told me that those eyes and this beautiful creature in front of me would definitely be a problem for me.
My eyes went down from hers to those perfect lips of hers. She had the type of lips that hos were paying to get, and I was willing to bet those motherfuckers were pillow soft. “Yo, you got some pretty ass lips.”
She bit into the bottom one, before a playful smile filled them. “So, I’ve been told. They’re characterized as inviting. What do you think?”
Without even realizing it I moved closer to the counter. “Are you inviting me to feel them?”
“Mayb—”
The bell letting us know that someone had walked into the empty shop rang. Then my sister’s voice filled the space. “C’mon Nor, I’m tired and I wanna go home.”
At that moment I wanted to curse Niema’s ass out, but instead I nodded my head.
“We’ll just have to see tonight, won’t we?”
“Nah, I’m a grown ass man who ain’t got much patience.
” Before she could ask me what I meant my hand found that spot right below her chin and firmly gripped her neck.
Then I positioned her face directly in front of mine before I leaned forward and mashed my lips against hers.
That wasn’t all I fucking wanted, but for now I’d settle for it.
I let her neck go and pulled back noticing her eyes were still closed. Yeah, she had me on some clown shit.
“See you at eight, Omyia.”
The last thing I expected was to go home and be all in my head about shorty coming over. This was how I knew I wasn’t used to this shit. I took a shower and immediately gravitated toward the kitchen after getting myself together.
“Are you okay?” Niema asked when she walked in the kitchen.
“I’m straight. Why do you ask?”
She laughed. “Because you’ve been staring at those freaking menus for an hour. She liked fried hood food. Harold’s should do.”
“How do you know that? Do you think they deliver out here at th—”
“Yes, they do. I’ve gotten it before. Do you want me to order it, Nor?” she was fucking amused at my torment.
I nodded. “Hell yeah.”
“So, you like her?”
“Like her? The fuck you mean Niema? I’m a grown ass man,” I said, giving her the side eye.
“You know what I mean. Liking someone doesn’t make you any less grown.”
“Whatever Ny.”
She laughed. “This is so cute.”
She ended up going on and on for about an hour or so, before the food she ordered got here and, Omyia shortly after it. When I opened the door, she looked as beautiful as she did this afternoon, if not better.
“You do this intense stare. Though it’s sexy I still don’t know what I wanna do under it.”
“Do what?” I quizzed leading her into the kitchen with my hand rested lightly on her lower back.
“Weather to run and hide or…” her sentence trailed off as she giggled.
I wanted to ask her more but decided against it.
“Your house is beautiful.” I left her standing at the island in my kitchen so I could go to the fridge.
I nodded. “I didn’t know what to get. Niema said you like the greasy shit.”
She laughed. “I do. Thank you for that.”
We talked and ate for a while, before finally deciding to move down to my basement to watch the movie.
“If I had this kind of space I’d never leave. It’s perfect to avoid the world,” she mused while looking around the theater.
“There are only so many movies to watch. At some point you’d have to deal with people.”
“True, but I’d deal with them in increments.”
When I turned around from the screen, I looked up and saw where she’d gotten comfortable.
I walked over to the side and grabbed a blanket for her since she didn’t have sleeves, then I took a seat on the other side of the sofa.
I wanted to be closer to her, but I didn’t want to crowd her.
This was about to be a long ass night, because on my mama I had never been in a position so fucking stiff.
Ommy
Who was I kidding? There was absolutely no way I’d be able to watch this movie and not be all up in his face. I’d be lying if I said I could, and at this moment life seemed to be making this shit impossible.
“Are you going to watch this movie or keep looking at me like that?” His eyes never left the screen when he spoke.
“Like what?” I had to ask. I’d never been the type to leave well enough alone.
“Like you want me to come down there.”
“I mean I was wondering why you were all the way over there, but then again it could’ve been a personal preference.”
He laughed. “You got jokes, but all you had to do was ask.”
“Well, this is me asking.”
He didn’t speak at first, instead he came down to where I was. Then when he was close enough, he glanced down at me. “Good now?”
“Almost.” I smirked.
He was about to speak when I leaned in and pecked his lips. Who was I kidding? The movie was boring, and I’ve wanted him to kiss me since I first walked in the door.
I went to pull back but couldn’t because in one swift motion I was on his lap, and his hands were at my side. Fuck! I had started something, and it felt way too good to stop. Fuck it.
When I pulled back, I just peered down at him. He had this look on his face. Then he shook his head. “We’re both grown, baby. If we go there then, that’s our move. I ain't going to judge you, but it damn sure ain’t no going back.”
“I have no worries about you judging me, shit if anything you better hope I don’t judge you.”
He leaned forward and seized hold of my lips, then when he was about to pull back, he bit my bottom lip. “Is that right?”
I nodded.
“You spending the night with me?” I could tell he meant to ask, but it definitely came off like a statement.
“Do you want me to? I mean those late-night conversations on Face Time are actually interesting and kind of cute.”
“Yeah, they are, but fuck a phone you’ll be in my bed. In my...” His sentence trailed off as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine.
“Mhmm.”
Why was I so comfortable around this man that I knew absolutely nothing about besides what he told me. He could’ve been a complete liar, but my caution was nowhere to be found. My caution had apparently decided to sit this one out and leave me to figure this one out on my own.
I didn’t really have anything else to say, and I could tell he didn’t either.
We were in one of those spaces where we not only knew what was going down at some point in the night, but neither of us could wait for that moment.
Where I thought time would slowly wind down, I was wrong.
Before I knew it, he was carrying me to his bedroom.
He did his big one with that, because he carried my ass up from the basement to the second floor of his home.
Then before I could compliment his strength, he tossed my ass onto his bed like I was feather light.
He just stood there looking at me for a while with this expression that I couldn’t read. Shit, of course I couldn’t read it, I didn’t even know this man.
“You know what’s fucked up?” he asked a few seconds later.
“What?”
“I ain’t used to none of this shit.”
“None of what?” By now he had me confused.
“Actually, giving a fuck enough to wanna get to know you rather than only taking it there.” He took a seat at the foot of the bed, prompting me to sit up and come a little closer to him.
“And I’d like to get to know you too. If you don’t wanna do this, then I un—” I wasn’t able to finish my sentence, because once again this nigga was grabbing me up like a damn rag doll. This time he put me on his lap and my knees rested on both sides of him.
“It ain’t that at all.” He leaned forward and pecked my exposed chest. “And shit like that, you feel this. But I need you to know that this ain’t just me tryna get between yo’ legs.
Whatever I’m exploring with you goes beyond this.
” By the way he was gripping my breast and the way he was kissing my neck he could’ve told me anything and I would’ve thought that shit sounded good.
I didn’t realize he was done talking because I was in a trance. The way he held me in conjunction with his lips was enough. I don’t know where I was mentally, but physically I was in a state that compared to no other. What the fuck was I getting myself into?
“Did you hear me?” My brain registered the question as I felt him stand up with my body still in his arms. His massive hands gripped my ass while he carried me in a different direction than his room.
“Where are we going?”
“Washroom. I want the whole fucking experience.”
I laughed. “And there I thought you’d want to just sit up and talk all night.”
He sat me down on the counter, then he trapped me between his arms and the counter. He smiled then leaned in and mashed his lips against mine. Then he pulled back leaving me that area of the bathroom alone.
I took that as my cue to shed my clothes and that’s exactly what I did.
I stripped down then hopped back on the counter.
I could hear him playing with what I assumed to be the water temperature for a while, so I just sat there awaiting his return.
To my surprise he reentered the room without his shirt, showcasing the sea of tattoos poked into his skin.
North was mouthwatering. That’s it, that’s the description.
There was absolutely no way I could accurately use words to depict this six-foot four chocolate God.
I couldn’t say beautiful, because then I’d be implying femininity, then I couldn’t say handsome because it would be underrating him. He was just everything.
Like a magnet he immediately moved between my thighs. He had a sneaky smirk on his face that matched mine. “Right here?” he didn’t give me the chance to respond, because his lips had already collided with mine.