5. Garden Kisses
Garden Kisses
Cinnamon.
It was faint, but it lingered. Sweet enough to taste and remarkable enough to awaken every sense in my body.
Morning wood for men was a signal that our nerves were functioning, and our blood flow was healthy.
Except, my growing erection wasn’t routine.
Every other thought since I pulled away from the driveway this morning was connected to Jersei.
I could still feel the pull of her lips on mine, taste her lip gloss on my tongue, and smell her perfume mixed in with the smoke from the club.
Flashes of her grinding against my lap played behind my lids so vividly that I could feel her plump ass in my palms. It had been over a year since I last had sex.
Fucking several women was cool when I was younger, but as I’ve grown, I’d much rather bring myself to my own release instead of creating another soul tie with a mutha’fucka that wouldn’t matter to me past my nut.
Regardless of how the world tried to flip it, sex was sacred and the furthest thing from casual.
Pulling my body upward, I pressed my back against the headboard and removed the sheet from me.
My dick sprang free, hitting against my abs with a heavy plop.
My thoughts ran wild and free of Jersei, so it was no surprise when I felt the pre-cum oozing from the tip.
I pushed a little more out to use as lubrication then wrapped my hand around the tip giving it a light squeeze.
I sighed into it, my lids immediately getting heavy.
My thumb ran across the tip, to smear my nut down my base.
“Fuck,” I whispered, slowly stroking my dick.
It was true. I wanted to take my time with her.
It had been forever since I felt this shit in my chest and fucking her would only confuse me further but there were no rules on testing the line.
My phone was on the opposite pillow. With my free hand, I grabbed it, swiping through it until I got to the camera then pressed record.
This shit was so out of my norm, but the thrill of her reaction excited me.
I wanted Jersei to see and feel how she had me.
I angled the camera where she could see my hand movements, the veins that ran through my dick, and my facial expressions.
My skin heated at the thought of how she whispered my name.
My hips lifted slowly, and a deep groan spilled from my lips as I found my rhythm.
My right hand moved along my dick in long pulls, small twists at the top with squeezes at the base.
Not wanting to rush, I stroked my dick at the pace I planned to stroke her pretty pussy.
“Ahh damn, Jersei,” I moaned, already feeling my nut rising in my toes. Her face appeared again, but this time I could hear her pretty whimpers as she ground against me and the tilt of her chin when she teased me between kisses. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
TAT
TAT
TAT
I slapped my dick against the camera lenses imagining it was her pretty ass face on her knees in front of me.
I could see her tongue wrapped around me, sucking my dick the same way she sucked my tongue.
My abs tightened as I quickened my pace a little bit, my head dropping to the side to look into the camera as if it were her eyes.
“Fuck, mama,” I grunted. I couldn’t wait to pull that lace aside and taste just how sweet I knew she was. “Jersei,” I moaned.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head on the brink of my release.
I stroked faster, my breathing elevating, chest rising hard as fuck as my thighs flexed and toes curled.
My stomach clenched and my nut shot out in thick warm ropes covering my fist and stomach, while the rest dripped down onto the sheets.
“Fuck!” I grunted, my body shuddering as more of my nut spilled out. The sound of my strokes were slow as I milked every last drop for her to see until I was damn near coming off the bed. “Shit, baby. Fuck.”
I glanced at the phone, my chest heaving. Bringing the camera to my face, I gave her a slight wink still trying to find a steady breath. “Good morning, Miss J.”
Without thinking twice, I forwarded the attachment to her phone then hopped up for a shower. I had two clients scheduled today at Spin, so I would be training for a few hours. Hopefully that video would be the perfect start to a beautiful morning for Jersei too.
(1 Week Later)
“Look at it like this. Yeah, they in the playoffs, but at the end of the day what you niggas gone do with it? Game six proves my point every time. Y’all play y’all ass off all season then get to the finals and choke,” Shawn fussed. “You niggas soft.”
“Yeah whatever,” Nick fanned his hand. “That shit doesn’t really matter, ‘cause at the end of the day we playing and you and your team are at home watching us. You niggas will never know what the finals are,” he argued.
I took a heavy swig of my Old Fashion. “Fuck what y’all talmbout. You bet on Phoenix,” I pointed at Nick. “And you bet on Dallas,” I pointed at Shawn. Both of y’all owe me money. I need that.”
They both sucked their teeth. Nick dug in his pocket while Shawn went to wire my shit.
Nick was the head eighth grade chemistry teacher.
Sweet Pea Academy introduced us, but life bonded us.
They were more than friends to me. These were my brothers.
We were currently at Chasers two drinks in, and it was barely noon.
The three of us tried to meet at least once a month outside the school walls, but summers were different.
Shawn and Blair were headed to Florida for a few weeks while Nick was headed up to Indigo Falls to meet his lady’s family.
During the summer, my me-time was personal, so this would be our last link up before the school year begins.
“I’an never seen you smile this much in my life, nigga,” I teased. Shawn was always a cool nigga, but since he’d won Blair back over, the nigga did everything but skip through the hallways. It was good seeing my boy happy.
“Aye, ain’t nothing like it. I love her. That’s actually one of the things I wanted to talk to y’all about. Since her dad is deceased, I wanted to know if y’all would go ring shopping with me.”
My eyes widened and Nick damn near choked. His view on love was completely different than ours. Nick didn’t believe in titles or marriage, hence why he and Desiree were friends with benefits after all this time. I didn’t understand it, but that was his life, so I let him do his thing.
“Damn. You proposing bruh?”
Shawn nodded, smiling big. “It will be a while, but I know in my heart she’s who I will spend my life with. Even if I have to wait five more years, Blair is worth it. There are still some things we are working on but when she’s ready I want to be prepared.”
“That’s what up,” I slapped hands with him. “Congrats nigga. Just let me know when and the details if you are opening it up to family and friends. And make sure Justice is the last mutha’fucka you tell.”
“Congrats family and yeah tell her the day before because she’ll spoil the shit for everybody,” Nick added. We laughed but were dead ass. “When you leaving for the cabin?”
In the last year of LaBrina and I’s marriage, I purchased a cabin in Harvest Mountain, north of Harvest Hills.
It was secluded and I viewed it as a mini world of its own.
I originally bought it for us to be able to unplug from the world, but she never got to see it because of her fuck up, so it became my own escape.
Every summer since the divorce, I spent close to a month up there.
“In the next few days or so. I want to go tomorrow but I’ll probably fly to see Valen before I dip.”
“She still with that nigga that wear them too lil’ skinny jeans?” Devon butted in as he wiped the bar down.
Devon was the owner of Chasers and The Chicken Hut, and the nigga had the biggest crush on Valen when we moved to Harvest Hills.
To my knowledge, they dated but something happened that neither of them talked about.
It was weird being around them when V came to town because it was clear whatever they had was deeper than they led others to believe.
“They’re engaged,” I informed him before taking down the rest of my drink. D’s mouth hit the floor. It was news to Shawn and Nick too.
“Damn,” Shawn mumbled, looking from me to Devon. “Tell V, congrats.”
“Yeah, Congrats, V. She's gone have some beautiful ass kids. If I wasn’t with Dess, it would be her fine ass. No disrespect, Vayce.”
“Aye, watch your mouth. Nigga you not even with Desiree,” Devon shot at Nick who raised his hands chuckling. “You really gone allow her to marry that nigga, Vayce?”
“Allow?” My brow raised. “Valen is a grown woman. That’s her life.
He treats her well, so there’s no reason for me to interfere.
I’m happy for her the same way I would be if it was you and her and you were treating her well.
You’re a grown man, D. If you wanted her as bad as you claim you do, you would’ve fought as hard as you talking.
Somewhere in there, somebody missed the mark and that’s between y’all to decide who.
” I slid my glass in his direction. “One more. Woodford Reserve this time.”
Devon shook his head as he collected the glass.
I could see the sadness in his eyes, but he tried to play it cool.
“I thought we would be brother-in-laws, but I’m cool with keeping you as just a brother for now.
That lil’ lanky nigga got him a good one.
I do know that.” He stepped away to go make my drink.
“That nigga hurt,” Shawn chuckled. “Aye, but speaking of love, do you think you’ll settle down again?”