9. Joston Jerimiah Broughton
A SHORT TIME EARLIER…
This back and forth with Jacobia was taxing. It really wasn’t a back and forth. It was more like I was going forth and her ass was standing still. The first time that I spotted her at one of my parties, I knew that I wanted her. At that time, I didn’t know that it would be more than sexual. She was with another dude, but his ass was more infatuated with getting fucked. Jacobia clearly wasn’t into that kind of thing, because she spent the night on my dick.
From that fuck on, we were on each other’s asses. Eventually, we started to spend time outside of the club. That was where I messed up. When we were in the club, there was minimal conversation that wasn’t around sex. All I needed to know in the club was that she knew how to follow instructions, had a tight pussy and asshole, a mouth with the suction of a black hole, and could take dick. I didn’t give a damn about who she was as a person.
Once I got to know her, it was a wrap. Her ass had the nerve to be a-fucking-mazing. I almost lost my head when I found out that we were both from the Charleston area. The more time we spent together, and I got to see her for the powerful woman that she was, the more I fell in love with her. She was the type of woman that I wanted on my arm, in my life, and with my last name attached to hers. I stepped to her about it, and she hit me with that bullshit about our lifestyle. I changed how I moved, and it still wasn’t good enough.
I wasn’t about to play with her ass. Every move that I’d made in life was to build a legacy and financial dynasty for my impending family. At forty, my parents and my nuts were on me about becoming a father. After the last conversation Jacobia and I had about being in a committed relationship, I knew something else had to shake. I brought Noelle with me to the wedding to keep me distracted.
“Hello!” Noelle’s voice intrusively broke into my thoughts. “Joston, are you even listening to me?”
She stood in front of me, naked. When did she take her clothes off? I still had my towel wrapped around my waist from the shower that I’d just gotten out of. “What’s up, Noelle? Why are you so loud?”
“Joston, I’ve been talking to you for like five minutes, and you’ve been sitting there in a fucking daze. The fuck.” Her tone was not one that I thought I wanted to deal with.
With a sideways glance, I responded. “Your tone is not one that I like. Who the fuck are you talking to?” My face tightened. “Why are you standing there naked?”
Her hands went to her sharp hips. “You can’t be serious right now! I just told you that I wanted?—”
“I’m not going to ask you again to watch your tone. I’m less than ten feet away from your silly ass, and you’re yelling,” I interrupted. I was taught that there was nothing worse in life than disrespect. Disrespect led to other unacceptable actions.
Her hands dropped to her side. As I stood to get myself dressed, I heard her counting to herself. I taught her to do that when she needed to calm down. She also did this tick, tick, boom method. By the time I moisturized my body, slipped on my boxer briefs, and sweatpants, she had calmed herself. She didn’t speak again until I turned in her direction.
“I’ve been naked since you came out of the bathroom. I wanted to take a shower with you, but you locked the door. You’ve completely ignored me ever since your treasure troll got mad.”
My neck flexed at her disrespect toward Jacobia. I picked my phone up from the bedside table. The room was quiet as I tapped away at the screen. Noelle stood there like an idiot. “You can get dressed. After you’re dressed, pack your bags.”
“Wait, what? Why do I have to pack my bags, Joston?” She stepped closer to me but did not get into my personal space. She knew better than to do so without my expressed consent. “Joston! Are you going to answer me?”
She knew that I wouldn’t say shit until I was good and ready to. She let out a grunt before she stomped off. She moved to her suitcase that was on the chaise near the wall. After she took something out of it, she spun on her heels toward me. “I’m going to take a damn shower, then I’m getting in the bed.”
She had me fucked up. I put my T-shirt on, then proceeded to pack her bags. Noelle was a chick that frequented my club. We used to fuck here and there before I committed myself to only fucking Jacobia. Last night was the first time that I put dick to her in over two years. I wasn’t sure if Jacobia’s snapper pussy broke my dick, but fucking Noelle was a waste of my energy. I forgot that she thought she had to sound like a porn star when she was getting fucked.
When I asked her to come to the wedding with me, I told her that it was on some chill shit. She, just like everyone else who came to my club, knew how I felt about Jacobia. Since I made the decision that I wanted her on a deeper level, I didn’t hide it from anyone. Noelle’s disrespect for her was something that I couldn’t let go of. That quip earlier about being on my dick was actually the nail in her coffin.
By the time she emerged from the bathroom with her nightgown on, I had her suitcase by the door of the suite. I was nice enough to leave out a casual outfit for her to travel in. I was raised to be considerate.
“Joston, what the fuck? Are you serious? You’re just going to kick me out?” Her arms were flailing in the air like she was about to get active or some shit. “Where the fuck am I supposed to go?”
I leaned against the wall near the door. “No worries, sweetheart. There’s a car downstairs to take you to the airport. Your flight back to Vegas leaves in two and a half hours. I booked you a first-class ticket for the inconvenience.”
Her head bucked back before she erupted in laughter. “Nigga, you got me fucked up. I’m going to bed. If you want me to leave, you’re going to have to physically put my ass out.”
I figured she would say that. She knew that I didn’t put my hands on females. Without a response, I opened the room door. My cousins Topez and Jerica came in. They were cousins on my mother’s side. Noelle had already gotten in the bed, but her back popped up off the mattress when she saw my cousins.
“Look, I figured you would be on some dumb shit. You know I don’t put my hands on females,” I told her.
My cousin Topez stepped forward. “Oh, he may not put e hand on female, but I ga walk a dog witcha if you don’t get up out my cousin room like he been had tell you to.” She cut her eyes over to me. “I ain’t know why you got dis bitch in here for anyway. Jacobia shoulda boxed both of y’all ass off.”
I waved Topez off. It was crazy that everyone in my family knew and loved Jacobia. Her ass just didn’t want to give me any act right. “Man, whatever. I’m about to go see about her ass now. Her flight leaves in a lil over two hours. Make sure she leaves my room, cousin.”
“We got you, cuzzo,” Jerica let me know.
I walked over to the other side of the room where my car keys were. I owned a home here in Charleston as well as a few vehicles. The only reason I stayed at a hotel on this visit was because I brought Noelle with me. Without looking at her, I told Noelle that she might want to get her ass up before my cousins got to acting a donkey. Minutes later, I was in my car on my way to Jacobia’s house.
Yeah, I told her that I wasn’t going to do this with her anymore, but damn. Her ass left with Lark’s cousin Bam. That shit pissed me all the way the hell off. It would be different if she was about to give my pussy away on some, she really rocked with the dude that she was about to give it to. Nah, she was giving my shit away on some in her feelings, get back shit. If I got to her spot and that dude was over there, we were going to have a problem. I respected Bam, but his ass would have to back the fuck up.
When I pulled onto Christianson Circle, I didn’t see any cars that weren’t usually there. That was a good sign. In record time, I got out of my car, to her door, and put my code in to walk in.
“Joston, what the hell are you doing here?” She was just as surprised that I was here as I was. Shit was crazy right now.
When I stood in front of her, I took in her beauty for a moment. Her chestnut brown skin was flawless because she wore this moisturizer mask thing overnight. I could tell that she had it on now because of the shine on her skin. She wore her signature nightgown which was a full body slip. Once I snapped out of my admiration for her, I asked the only question that was at the forefront of my mind. “You fuck that nigga?”
Her brows dipped in the middle when her eyelids widened. “I beg your finest pardon. Joston, I know your we’re going to stop playing with each other ass did not come over here to see if I fucked someone. By the way, that’s none of your business.”
I wasn’t trying to hear shit that she said about what I said. I knew what I said and didn’t need to be reminded. None of that mattered right now. “Justina, cut the bullshit. Did you fuck that nigga?”
She glared at me with a wrinkled forehead. “Joston, may I ask why you care? Not even five hours ago, you drew a very clear line in the sand for us. I feel like this question crosses that line.”
“Justina, you’re doing everything but answering my damn question. You know how I feel about that. We can talk about all that other shit after you answer the first question at hand.” She knew she was pissing me off. We’d known each other way too long for her to play with me right now with all the around the mulberry bush shit.
With a huff, she answered the question. “If you must know, no, I did not fuck him. He brought me home, then he left.”
My heart that had been in my pinky toe went back to its rightful place in my chest cavity. I was tripping, because she was right. The line had been drawn in my mind, but my heart was not in agreement with where I’d placed that line. My disposition softened. I plopped down on the couch next to her, then let my head fall back. “Jacobia, why you got me in here like this?”
Her body leaned away from me. “In here like what? I didn’t ask you to come here. It’s after two in the morning. Shouldn’t Cindy Lou be bouncing on your dick like she said she would be? I don’t need to ask whether you’ve fucked her or not. I know the Joston dick glow when I see it.”
That pulled a chuckle out of me. I wasn’t going to address it though. “Why can’t you just concede to how you feel? You got me out here down bad behind you. I own a whole damn sex club. Can fuck any bitch that I want, but you got my mind, heart, and dick in a fuckin’ chokehold. Shit is crazy.”
There was a moment of silence. The only thing that could be heard was the box fan in the corner that she kept on year ’round. The sound relaxed her more than her needing it for the air. “Joston, I don’t know. You know I love you, but… I don’t know.”
“I guess love isn’t enough for us, huh?” I tapped her thigh, giving her silent instruction to straddle me. My hand went to her ass once she was comfortable on my lap. “I should fuck your ass up for making me fall in love with you.”
She burst into laughter when I scoffed loudly. “I’m not sure how I made you fall in love with me. I would apologize, but I can’t say that I’m sorry.” Her hands cupped my face. “I swear that I wish I was ready. You are him, but just not for right now.”
My hand grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her lips to mine, and delivered a sloppy kiss. Our kisses were always nasty and passionate. I loved that shit. My dick bricked when she let out a low moan. I gripped her hips to lift her body. She knew what to do.
Her hand reached under herself, and she released my dick from my sweatpants. There wasn’t a question as to whether she wore panties. She never slept in them unless she was menstruating. My head fell back when she slowly lowered herself down my shaft. It always felt like the first time with her. Her pussy was the perfect combination of wet, warm, and tight. Get it together, Joston.
My lips reunited with hers after I lifted my head. I grabbed the hem of her nightgown and pulled it over her head, exposing her naked body. There was a scar on her stomach just below her breasts. I’d asked what happened before, but she redirected the conversation to something else. I never asked again. My mouth went to her breast. I let my teeth graze her nipple.
She let out a hiss. “Fuck, Joston.” Her movement stopped. She didn’t resume her slow bounce until after I smacked her ass. “You feel so fucking good. You’re the only person that can drive my mind, heart, and pussy crazy.” Her vice grip came on, then a flood commenced.
When I bit down on her nipple, it caused another flood. My hands held her hips as I thrust up into her. One hand moved from her hip to grip her neck. She wrapped her arms around my neck before her head fell back. The hand that was on her hip, cuffed under her right leg to lift it as I slightly tilted my body to the side. My thrust intensified after I got that perfect angle to hit that perfect spot to make her cry uncle. Jacobia was the only woman that I’d ever fucked with that was not a submissive of mine.
For some reason, she wasn’t that for me. I didn’t feel the need to dominate her, because she was organically submissive. When I fucked my subs, I didn’t want any sexual banter. I wanted them to shut the hell up and take the dick however I was giving it out at the time. I had certain demands of them in reference to how they dressed, acted, where they went, and some when they went to bed. These women loved to be dominated and would risk it all just to be.
Jacobia was different, and I knew that from day one. She was too powerful of a woman to force domination on. When she was submissive to me, I honored it more because I knew it was a genuine act and not a forced one. I was never interested in getting to know my submissive, because although I took care of them extremely well, they were there for my benefit. I wanted and more so needed to know everything about Jacobia Justina Christianson.
“Jo-Joston! Oh my God.” She moved her hips in a circle as she pushed herself down to meet my thrust into her.
My nut was at the tip of my soul. It had to be released. My hand that was around her neck squeezed it. I grunted to the feeling of my cum shooting out of me like a broken fire hydrant. I felt the backdraft of her orgasm against mine. “Fuck, Jacobia. You get me caught up every fuckin’ time.”
With a breathy voice, she replied, “Why am I taking all the blame for you being caught up? At some point, you have to take accountability in admitting that your ass loves to be caught up.” She snickered with a beautiful smile on her face.
Her after sex glow was beautiful. After we got ourselves together, we retreated to her bedroom, where I added more glow. This time, the sex was slow, sensual, and passionate. I made love to her knowing that this would be the last time. Yeah, I knew earlier tonight that I said I would not play with her anymore, but I loved the fuck out of this girl. To hear her tell me that I was him but it wasn’t our time was a gut punch. Jacobia was spoiled and wanted everything on her terms.
I couldn’t do that for her anymore going forth. I had to let her go to find whatever she was looking for. To get over whatever fear had her paralyzed. It was unknown what the future held for us as only time and the universe would determine if we came back together. One thing that I did know and determined was whether I would allow myself to be pulled back into a situation that didn’t serve my heart. It would take everything in me to stay away. For the safety of my heart, I would.