Chapter 13 #3
“Shut up and let me kiss you proper, man.”
“I don’t like kissing, Jabari.” She’s out of breath and flustered but I guess.
“Okay. What do you like, Jelly?”
“I wanna get eaten out.”
My eyes rise to my forehead.
“What’s wrong mister straight talker? Never ate pussy before?”
She's back with that defense she had from before. I’m noticing she doesn’t like taking things slow in bed. Interesting.
“Of course I have.”
“Then do it.”
“Francine. Stop speaking to me like that. You want something from me? Use your words and ask.”
She rolls her eyes. “This is stupid. Just do as I say.”
“I’m serious. Come correct or I’ll leave. And I bet you don’t want to spend the evening with that toy I see charging on that game console.”
She narrows her eyes at me but I’m unmoved.
“You wanna get fucked, be a big girl and ask.”
“The big comment was unnecessary.”
I stand upright.
“Okay! Okay. Fine.” She stops me.
I put my hands in my pockets. “I’m waiting.”
A sigh comes first, then she repositions herself. “Jabari.”
“Yes, Jelly.”
“Would you be so kind as to do me a favor and eat my vagina?”
I can’t help the smile that appears on my lips. We can both be funny after all.
“Now or next week?”
“Now works best for me, I think. How about you?”
“Hmmm. I don’t know, Frankie. I still feel like you should apologize for what you did today.”
Her face fell. “Seriously?”
I cuff her knees and drag her closer. “Seriously.”
When my hand grips her waistband but doesn’t move to pull it down she breaks, “I’m sorry…”
“Huh?”
“I said I’m sorry.”
The shorts go over my shoulder.
“Come again?”
“I’m sorry.”
Then the Superman underwear.
“One more time, I didn’t catch that.”
“I’m sorry, Jabari McKingsley!”
And that was that. I latch onto her so quickly you’d think I was a leech.
Christ.
The woman tastes divine. I want to savor every drop but the way she’s gliding up and down my tongue and nose makes it hard to be clean about it.
I don’t care though. When it’s my turn, I’m gonna put this dick in the back of her throat.
So far back it’s gonna make these green eyes shimmer as she looks up at me.
The thought of that sight, coupled with the taste of her on my lips had me zooming. I’m so gone in fact, I don’t even register her crying out loud anymore.
“I’m sorry! I'm so sorry! Fuck, I’m sorry!” All rings through her room, washed in pleasure that surely confused her neighbors.
“Keep still!” I command.
The words aren’t even out all the way before she releases.
She’s a squirter. And I think we both learnt that at the same time.
“Sorry…” Her voice is sheepish.
I take a second to process what just happened before I climb on top of her.
“You’re forgiven.” I grab her face and force her mouth wide open, “I know you don’t like kissing but you have to taste yourself, Jelly.”
Our tongues do a wild exploration of each other's mouth as she continues to unravel under me.
For someone who doesn’t like kissing, she’s sure enjoying this one. Just the feeling of her tongue in my mouth has me excited for what comes next.
“You know,” I pull back a little because it seems only one of us cares about breathing. “If you really wanna make it up to me, you could return the favor.”
“Huh?” She’s so out of breath I think her brain isn’t getting enough oxygen.
“Let me put it in your mouth,” I explain.
With a scoff she rolls her eyes. “I don’t suck dick, big man.”
The fuck?
“Come again?”
“I. Don’t. Suck. Wood.”
“Um. Why?”
“Religious reasons.”
“Francine,” I close my eyes. “Stop playing with me right now.”
“I’m being serious.”
“Right. And which religion has no sucking dick in the guidelines?”
“You mocking me?”
“No,” I collect myself. Though it’s disappointing, I’ll power through because I need this. “I mean. There are other ways, right?”
My pants are barely down my legs before I enter her. My only wish is I could experience her without the burning lust fueling us both. I want to be intimate with her. Slow down the fire that always wraps us up. But maybe next time.
Next time we’ll be sweet. Next time I’ll take my time.
Next… fuck.
Her moans cloud all my thoughts. That and her grip.
I can’t cum first this time. I gotta hold on but it’s hard, especially when she’s looking at me like that. And she’s gripping me like this.
Mmm.
My strokes deepened into something else. She syncs to me and our hips rock.
“Bari…” she whimpers out.
“Yes, Jelly?”
“Go slow…”
I almost don’t believe it. I look down at her to see her eyes close and her mouth ajar. She’s opening up to me, like she did in the hotel. I’d pay a fortune just to peek into her mindset right now.
I’m so intrigued by the change I can’t even focus on myself anymore. It’s all about her.
What does she need me to do?
How does this feel?
Does she feel comfortable?
I watch closely, looking for any changes in her response, reading every facial expression like it’s the Bible.
“You like this?” I coax. She just nods and bites her lips. I can tell she doesn’t trust herself to speak.
She's so beautiful.
I’m lucky I even got a second chance in her bed, even if I’m just watching in amazement as she uses me for her own pleasure.
When she’s close, her fingertips dig into my forearm and her body shifts.
“Too… big,” she chokes out.
“Don’t hurt yourself.”
I can’t tell if she hears me because she sinks further into me. Still, I try to reel her in. “Jelly. Relax yourself.”
It’s no use.
Her body tenses up and she goes. And goes. Until she falls.
“Fuck!” She grabs her lower abdomen when I pull out.
“You okay?”
She turns on her side and curls in on herself. “Get out.”
Huh?
“Huh?”
“If you can ‘huh’, you can hear. Get. Out.”
“Frankie,” I reach for her arm to pull her closer. “You need an ice pack or something? Or you want me to run you a bath? Talk to me. What do you need?”
“I need you,” she swats my hand away. “To pull your trousers up, grab your shit and get the fuck out of my room. Now.”
Oh.
“Seriously?”
“Now, Jabari.”
I sigh. This girl really is a character. But like she requests, I pull my trousers up, and readjust my clothes as if nothing happened between us.
“Frankie.” She doesn’t respond. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, okay? We’ll be gentler next time.”
Like I should’ve been this time.
She just lays there, face buried in the covers. It’s muffled, but I hear it. “Go.”
Damn it.
I’m half way out the room when I turn around to try again only for the door to be slammed in my face.