Journei
What just happened? We were literally just enjoying the feeling of one another, then he was pushin’ me off him and just put me out his house.
I was confused as fuck right then. Christian’s whole vibe switched over to one I wasn’t familiar with.
That gesture alone had me with tears threatening to fall.
When he stood up, my juices were running down his dick and leg. I tried not to look, but it was kinda hard not to.
“You got me fucked up. What you not gon’ do is say some bullshit like that and walk away. The fuck you mean get some clothes and leave?” He pulled a me and ignored me as if I hadn’t said a damn word. I dropped the sheet and ran behind him, reaching for his arm. “Christian.”
I couldn’t hold my tears at bay any longer. They fell, and his face had yet to soften up. I honestly didn’t know what I did in order for him to be acting like that. Coldness had entered his body.
“And I’m not leaving. Not ’til you tell me what the fuck is goin’ on. Christian, please.” There I was begging a man for the second time in my life.
He yanked his arm out of my grasp and headed for his bedroom.
I looked around and along the floors in disbelief, as if there was an answer there to the bullshit that was occurring.
Tears were running a mile a minute down my face.
I slowly walked to the couch and grabbed the sheet, wrapping it back around my body.
When I walked into his bedroom, I could hear the shower running. It would be the perfect time to get the fuck on, or I could corner him and make that nigga talk to me. However, I chose option two.
Dropping the sheet, I walked into the bathroom as quietly as I could. My tears were still cascading, and I felt like that scared little girl once again. I knew what men were capable of when they were mad, so the hesitation in my strides were noticeable.
I reached for the shower door handle at least three times. I couldn’t bring myself to step inside with him. The not knowing was beating my ass in that very moment. He could either hurt me physically or damage me emotionally.
I turned to walk away when he hit the wall, yelling, “Fuck!”
It startled me so I jumped a little. I was worried because I’d only heard him curse once, and that was while he was diggin’ in me.
Sliding the door back and letting out a deep breath, I stepped inside. What I saw put me in panic mode. “Oh my God. Christian are you OK?”
“Why the fuck are you still here? Didn’t I tell you to get the fuck out?” he spoke with so much anger on his tongue.
“And I said I wasn’t leaving. You punched a hole in your wall—that’s tile might I add—and now you’re fuckin’ bleeding. I’m not goin’ nowhere.” His anger didn’t bother me one bit.
He turned around with hateful eyes. “You came for dick, right? I gave you more than enough. The fuck you still here for? What? You tryna get back on the muthafucka or somethin’?”
Christian wasn’t the gentle nigga he was before. Somethin’ changed him, and damn it, I wanted to know what it was.
“That’s not why I came, Christian.” Regardless of his cold demeanor, I still wanted to be under him.
“Sure, it is. You ain’t said too much of shit since you walked through my door. The only thing you seem to know how to say is my fuckin’ name. You like the way I fuck you, Journei?”
He took slow strides toward me. In that moment, I felt like his walk-in shower wasn’t big enough.
He got to me way too fast. I was picked up without warning and placed roughly against the shower wall.
His injured hand showed no signs of weakness.
Force of habit caused me to wrap both my legs and arms around him.
“Put me down, Christian.” My eyes were locked with his.
His petty ass put me down alright. I loved the way this man felt. Him being mad, or whatever he was, didn’t change the fact that he was made for me. On impact, I broke eye contact by shutting mine and biting my lip.
Christian wasn’t playing fair. He was upset, and instead of saying what the fuck he felt, he chose that route. That dick was good, whether it was to torture me or please me. I accepted it however he was dishing it.
“Why you here, Journei?”
He knew talking was somethin’ I couldn’t do while he was in me. His dick deleted my vocabulary except his name. His mouth was on my neck, and I was really having a hard time focusing.
“Christiannnn.” That was the only thing I said within the five minutes of his question.
“Answer me.” His tone was at a whispered stage, but his strokes were screaming cum for me.
“I’m cumminnn’.”
I gripped my walls around his dick while his veins massaged them. The feeling of his dick pulsating in my pussy was throwing me over the edge. We mixed well together. Why couldn’t he see that?
Our bodies stayed joined as one as we caught the natural rhythm of breathing. When he removed his head from the crook of my neck, I saw so much regret in his eyes. Why couldn’t he just tell me what was bothering him all of a sudden?
“Christian, what is it?”
“You’re selfish, Journei. I meant what I said. Leave.”
I was moved off the wall, getting ready to be placed down when I held on tighter. He was still inside me, and that dick was still hard as a rock. Until he said what needed to be said, I was gon’ be one childish ass heffa.
“Explain that to me and I’ll leave.”
“I’m a grown ass man. I don’t have to explain shit. If I said get the fuck out my house, that’s what I mean. I’m tired of this back-and-forth with you. Go home and be a wife.”
I loosened my grip around his waist and neck. “Put me down,” I said.
He did as I asked, and even with him detaching himself from me, it felt good. However, we could agree on one thing. The back-and-forth shit was for the birds indeed.
Yes, I had a wife, but if I had to honestly choose… Christian would win. My feelings for him overpowered what I had for my wife.
Once my feet hit the floor, they didn’t stop until they were in front of the trench coat and heels, I slipped off in front of his elevator. He wanted me gone, so wish granted, muthafucka. Christian Gills, I bid you a farewell.
I drove home with blurred vision from the many tears I cried. I needed him, and he threw me away like I was trash. That hurt me more than Alexis cheating with Trina. He was my safe haven, and that was ripped from me within seconds.