Chapter 9 #2
Before I lost my virginity, I always looked at sex as something nasty people did and was for old people who were freaked out.
Plus, when my sisters, Laporsha and Vanessa, told me it hurt, I was really scared, up until I finally lost my virginity to this guy from my school named Andre.
Andre and I did it, and I hated it the first time, only it got better and better each time I was tricked out of my coochie.
By the time I started messing with Hov, I was finding sex to be better and better; shit, it was something I quickly started to crave after that.
That put me in the bedrooms, backseats, and behind buildings with men who I probably shouldn’t have let touch me.
That made me get a reputation for being a hoe instead of a woman who was sexually liberated.
Men sleep with different women, and it’s celebrated, but I have a high sex drive, and I get a label.
That’s why I’m glad I have a son; he won’t be subjected to that bull shit.
But no matter how much scrutiny I got, I still couldn’t stop the way I felt inside, and craved for that feeling even if it’s for only a moment.
Not every man I’d slept with had left me satisfied, but I had a good radar for spotting the men that I knew absolutely could if they tried, like the man lying across from me.
Amir was the true definition of big dick energy.
Fine, tall, and takes no shit, even though that mentality is what first made me hate his ass.
That hate, however, couldn’t stand a chance against the way my body felt looking at him right now.
It was like I couldn’t even remember what he did wrong and could only picture all the shit he could do right.
Seeing him hanging out of that window protecting us earlier was just, ugh, it was the sexiest shit I’ve seen in a long time.
He was fearless, and so was I when I wanted something.
I want him, and there was no fighting or denying that anymore.
I debated with myself for only a few seconds more before I pulled the blanket off me and took off my top, placing it on the floor. I knew my brother and P would stay over Ciara and Hov’s house for the next few hours running their mouths, so I had all the time in the world to make my move.
I stood over Amir, hoping not to frighten him when I woke him, because his gun was lying just above his head, and I’ve seen firsthand how quick he can pull it.
Should I? I don’t know if I should.
I kept debating with myself before I finally put on my big girl panties and tapped him on his shoulder.
“Amir.” He opened his eyes, batting his long lashes as he stared up at me.
“Damn, what’s up?”
“You up?”
“Now I am.” He tried to sit up in his seat, but I touched his shoulder, signaling for him to stay down. I got on the couch on the opposite end of his head and got on my knees, pulling at his waistband.
“Hold on, what you doing, Jas?”
“I’m about to do my thing to show my appreciation. Don’t worry, they won’t be back here for a while. I lifted the bottom of his shirt and licked from his pelvis to his belly button.
Amir’s body tensed up, a slight sigh coming from his lips because I’m sure I had turned him on just that quickly.
Reaching into his boxers, I wrapped my hand around that bat he had between his legs, and just as I was about to pull it out, he grabbed my wrist.
“Yo, chill. You don’t have to do all that.”
“But I want to. Just lie back and relax.”
I tried to continue, but he stopped me again.
“Jasmine, I’m serious, I don’t want or need you to do that right now. Chill out.” The sternness in his voice made me know he was serious.
“Damn, okay.” I got an attitude, removing my hands from his pants. Never in my life have I had a nigga try to stop me from giving them head. If anything, men usually beg me for it, especially once they’ve had it before.
“Sorry, I even tried.” I went back to the other couch, grabbing my shirt from the floor so that I could put it on and go into the spare bedroom.
“Jasmine, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Well, you did, it’s cool though, I get it. I forgot that you have a girl. Ms. Therapist.” I rolled my eyes.
“Me stopping you from doing that has nothing to do with her. I stopped you because you're too pretty to be offering me head and I haven’t even taken you out to eat fuckin lunch yet.”
“Why would I need to eat lunch just to have sex with you? I thought you and I were grown, and I was feeling it, so I made my mood. My bad, though. You on some whole different shit.”
Amir was still lying down, but he sat up more on the pillow behind him.
“Listen, I respect you, and only a thirsty ass nigga would make you lower your self-respect for a quick nut. If anything, you should be focusing on pleasing yourself and not me. I’m sure you could use some pleasure, probably more than myself.”
“You are absolutely right, so I will go in the room and play with my own damn pussy until I fall asleep. Have a great night, Amir.”
Amir shook his head, smiling before he bit his lip.
“Jasmine, you don’t have to go in the room and do that.”
“Look, you can tell me not to touch you, and that’s fine, but you can’t tell me not to touch my damn self. Now, as I said, you have a good rest of your night.” I stood up from the couch to pull up my shorts.
“Aye.”
“What?”
“I didn’t say you shouldn’t do it, I just said don’t go in the room. Stay in here and let me watch you.” My heartbeat picked up instantly.
“Excuse me? You want me to play with my pussy in here?”
“Yep.”
“How is that respecting myself, as you said I should do?”
“Letting me enter your body wouldn’t be right tonight, but watching it is completely different. Strippers don’t fuck every man that watches them take their clothes off.”
“So you're comparing me to a stripper?”
“Not at all, just showing you the difference in watching and having.” The eye contact between us was something lethal right now.
“Amir, giving you head in here was one thing, but I can’t play with my pussy in here. I’m really good at it, and I know I will make a mess.”
“Well, make your mess on top of me.” He licked his lips as he stared at me from the couch.
I folded my arms.
“What does that mean, Amir?”
“It means come over here, take your clothes back off, and sit right here on my lap. I’ll catch your mess for you. That's the least I can do.”
I rubbed the back of my neck because this man was taking my emotions every way possible, but nonetheless, he was turning me on once again.
“This is weird, Amir.”
“You won’t feel like that in a minute. Now take off your clothes and come back over here with that same confidence you had before when you woke me up.”
He replied, and I couldn’t say a word because of his tone.
“Whatever you say, Amir, but don’t get mad when your body is soaking wet.”
“Trust me, I won’t. Come sit.”
I did what he asked after getting undressed a second time and straddling myself across his thighs as he watched me with his mouth slightly ajar.
“I don’t know if I can just do that right here, right now, Amir. This is awkward. I usually watch porn when I’m playing with myself.”
“Just watch me watching you, and if you can’t cum, then we will go from there, but I’m sure you will. You think you need porn, but all you really need is someone admiring you.”
He replied, and I grinned shyly.
I went ahead and spread my legs, pulling my tan lace panties to the side. I always wore pretty panties because Victoria's Secret and the Savage by Fenty website saw me more than once a month.
Amir bit his lips when my most intimate area was exposed, and I loved the look on his face, and I wanted to make his bottom lip drop even further.
I wanted him to lick his lips just a bit more.
So, I licked my finger and spread my pussy lips open as the reflection of the television showed his eyes lowering seductively.
I started to play with my clit, circling it with my middle finger right on top of Amir.
Once I was wet enough, I slid my finger inside, feeling Amir’s dick start to rise under my ass.
Because of our positioning, it was lifting just in the crack of my ass and making me want to start bouncing on it right now, but I knew I couldn’t.
“Fuck, this feels so fuckin good. I’m already about to cum.”
“Well, let that shit out.”
He reached up and rubbed the side of my thigh, sending chills up my spine. I tilted my head back, and he slapped my ass.
“Nah, look at me while you cum.”
“Okay!”
I started to circle my finger faster and faster. When I felt like I was reaching an orgasm. I rubbed three of my fingers over my clit, rubbing it out as I started to shake, then I spilled cum all over his lap and onto parts of his stomach, making him suck his teeth like he was cumming himself.
“Fuck, fuck, Amir.”
I finally made eye contact with him again, and he was biting his bottom lip as if it would run away if he didn’t hold on to it. He and I stared at one another for at least ten seconds before I heard loud ass laughing coming from outside the front door.
“Shit, that’s Crew.” I jumped up from the couch, grabbing my clothes from the floor. I jetted into the spare bedroom, and Amir was on my heels, going to the restroom.
I’m sure he had to clean himself up from the mess he allowed me to make all over him just now.
I can’t believe that just happened, but I want more. So, so, much more. From Amir Quatar, shit, I want it all.