11- Landon “Breaker” Mercer
Seeing her sleeping peacefully, I could have left her alone, but my dick was at full attention.
Not because of a manly morning wood, but knowing what her still being in my bed meant.
Ariyah felt safe. When I told her it was just sleep, I pretended to be out of it and listened to her convince herself of what I said.
I’m sure she went through every scenario in her head before she decided on the one that told her it was okay for her to stay.
Her walls were finally coming down, and knowing that, did something to me a nut could never explain.
However, my dick only heard one part of my thought and was now ready to slide back inside of her.
Grabbing her leg, I pushed it slightly forward exposing her pussy.
Leaning down, I slowly began to suck on her pussy and I knew I would be sprung on that taste forever.
The shit was addictive as fuck, so I continued to eat on her shit until my dick couldn’t take it anymore.
I could tell Ariyah was awake from the way her body reacted to my touch. That only made me want her more.
She so damn fragile, I have to be careful with her.
The last thing I wanted was for her to run away.
They say dick got power; I was praying mine had the power of all the disciples, Jesus, and the devil in it.
Sliding behind her, I moved her cheek until I was able to gain access.
That shit was the biggest mistake I made in my life.
Last night I suited up, but today in my haste, I slid in her raw.
Ain’t no way I was going back to wearing rubbers after this.
The only thing you could hear in the room was my labored breaths, and the sound of my dick sliding in and out her pussy.
I was scared if I said anything she would ask me to stop.
I was shocked when she turned her head towards me.
I could see fear in her eyes, but I could also see her pleading for me not to hurt her.
I swore in this moment I would never let her down.
I didn’t have to speak it, when I leaned over her and kissed her, we both understood what that meant.
Her moans made me increase my pace, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.
Gripping her ass cheeks, I guided her hoping it would bring down her orgasm or her ass was about to miss out.
Luckily, her body began to shake letting me know she was there.
Once her body calmed, I bit her shoulder and gave her four hard pumps before pulling out.
It was hard, but getting her pregnant would only make her disappear.
Not to mention, she was a fighter, and I understood that.
“Why you waking up being nasty, can’t even sleep because of yo ass.”
“You probably been woke since last night. You ain’t fooling nobody.” She elbowed me causing me to laugh. One thing Ariyah was gone do was talk shit. “You cooking breakfast?”
“This ain’t my house. You supposed to be making me breakfast in bed.” Letting her go, I turned over on my stomach pretending to go back to sleep.
“I’m in training, so I can’t eat much anyway.
You gotta fend for yourself.” Even though that was the truth, it was my roundabout way of making her feel comfortable here.
Right now, she was viewing herself as a guest here.
I wanted her to feel it was more than that.
I needed her to know she deserved more than that.
“Ughhhh, what you got down there? All I ever see you grab out the fridge is water.” I smiled to myself because she didn’t realize it, but I just won that round.
“I don’t know; go look,” I groaned out acting as if I was too tired for this conversation. Ariyah slapped me with a pillow before she giggled out loud.
“You the one that brought up breakfast. I’m going to find me something and let you starve.”
“That’s fine. I’ll just eat some more of my pussy.” I could see her getting flustered, so I didn’t say anything else.
“You got something I can throw on after I clean up?” I nodded toward the dresser.
Ariyah walked over and grabbed a tank and a pair of my briefs before going in the bathroom.
I didn’t say a word as she handled her business.
Her wall was slowly coming down one brick at a time.
Ariyah walked out of the bathroom and my dick jumped.
She looked so perfect in my clothes. My phone went off before I could talk shit, so I grabbed it and looked at it.
I wanted to curse the relationship Gods out when I looked at the message.
“Ariyah, I need to tell you something, but you gotta promise not to run.” She looked at me as if she was ready to sprint out of there just from me saying that.
“You regret last night?” I chose to ignore her assumption because that would only remind us both of her insecurity. I had enough problems, that would have to wait.
“Somebody is here.” I could see panic race over her face. Her eyes darted towards the door, but when her eyes landed back on mine, her expression changed to relief. It’s as if she expected it to be something else, but she thought it through and decided not to assume the worse. Then acceptance.
“Oh, okay. You want me to stay up here. I’m not really hungry like that, I can wait.” I wanted to smile, but I didn’t want her to realize what just happened.
“Naw, you can come down. Or do whatever you want. Nobody but my family can come here.” I let that hang in the air while I got up and threw on some joggers. There was a tiny knock on the door, so I knew who it was. Opening it, I saw Mila standing there looking annoyed.
“Hey Jammy Jam, we good?” She nodded, so I hugged her.
“Hey, Landon.” Her eyes kept dashing from me to Ariyah.
“You remember my friend, don’t you?”
“Yes. Staff meeting, ten minutes.” Mila gave a stern look, walked out, and I turned towards Ariyah. We both fell out laughing in astonishment.
“Nigga, what the fuck?”
“Mila run a strict program around here. You think I’m included in that meeting?” I noticed how she was okay with being included, but I prayed it didn’t become too much.
“Hell yeah. If you don’t show up, she will never fuck with you. So, you better bring yo ass.”
“Do you think I should change my clothes? What if your parents see me as some-…” I walked over to her fast causing her words to halt. Placing my mouth on hers, I kissed her until I felt her relax.
“Quit overthinking it. I’ve been grown for a long time. They don’t care about what I do. Now, let’s go before Mila come back up here. She don’t play about her time.” Ariyah ran her hand over her hair and tugged on my shirt before following me down the stairs.
One brick at a time.
“Glad you could join us, your majesty. Take a seat.” My parents were the only ones in attendance, so I assumed nana was keeping the younger kids. They were snickering under their breath at Mila, but I was praying she didn’t embarrass me any further.
“I’m sorry,” I said as I took a seat. My apology caused everyone to laugh harder, but I wasn’t about to fuck with her.
“Your contriteness is duly noted. Now that I have everyone here, I would like to discuss an issue. I’ll fill GiGi in on the logistics once we are done. Daddy, you will drop me off when we are done. Okay?”
“Yes, Jam.” I could see Ariyah shifting in her seat, and I prayed she wasn’t about to run. Turning to look at her, I was amused and pleased to see she was moving because she was fighting back her laughter.
“I like Timmy, and he likes me back.” I looked at my parents who seemed to be just as shocked as me.
“So, you called this meeting to tell us you like some lil nigga?”
“Landon, you put the um in dumb. I brought you here because I would like to go on a date. I’ve never been on one and I would like you all to help me.
Mommy, you will do makeup. You don’t have a job, so daddy I will take your money for the date.
Ariyah, I would like you to dress me. You may like boys sometimes, but you seem to like girls sometimes as well and I want to dress like that.
” My moms looked horrified, but pops finally jumped up and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
It looked like a mixture of anger and shock.
“Are you saying you like girls, Jam?” She rolled her eyes at pops and had the nerve to look frustrated.
“No, I think she’s trying to say I dress tomboyish. Not too girly, but not to boyish. I get it, Mila. I can help you.” Ariyah smiled at Jam, but that only pissed pops off more.
“You’re not helping her because she’s not going on a date.
Jam, we talked about this. Your condition makes you unique, and people will try and take advantage of that.
Even if that wasn’t the case, I still wouldn’t allow you to date.
Do you know what lil boys your age after?
” Ariyah looked hurt, but she didn’t respond. She allowed him to go at Jam.
“Popcorn and hopefully a soda to wash it down. That’s what you get at the movies, dad.” This time, I tried to scuffle down my laugh.
“Is this meeting over? I need to get to the gym.”
“We can reconvene at another time, but we will discuss this again. Thank you all for your time.” We all stood up, and when I saw Ariyah approaching Mila, I pulled pops to the side.
“Don’t do that again. I know you don’t want me with shorty, but that’s not your decision to make. If I recall, I didn’t want you with moms.”
“That was different and you know it?”
“I don’t want to discuss this while she is here, but we will reconvene at a later time. Maybe when Jam holds another meeting about giving up her popcorn.” I knew that was going to piss him off, so I laughed as I walked back towards Ariyah.
“You ready?” She looked at Mila first and once she gave the okay, Ariyah nodded and followed me upstairs. One Brick at a time…