Jason
“She really makes a nigga come out of character. If I wasn’t in love with her ass, I’d ring her fuckin’ neck to catch a break,” I chimed as my homie dropped me off at the airport.
Gia had been by my side for about a year now and she knew how to aggravate me to the core. She was spoiled but so damn selfish in the same sentence. That was something I had to endure though because I made her that way and I didn’t plan on stopping her princess treatment anytime soon.
Our lil six-month anniversary was approaching, and although I knew how she felt about dates, I thought that would hold some type of sentimental value to her.
Instead, she was going on this trip, and it took everything in me not to shut this shit down.
If it wasn’t for my sister telling me to let her go and reset, then neither one of us would be boarding not nan plane.
“Don’t go in there wreaking havoc. You already bullied the girl into being with you, she don’t need your big burly ass stepping to her like she’s incompetent of being a woman.”
“Nigga, shut the fuck up. I got this. I’ll hit you when we land and handle my people if they call.”
“I got you bro. Y’all be safe.”
“No doubt.”
Stepping out of the whip, I headed inside.
Gia and I were very much alike, especially in the traveling department.
We preferred to travel freely and return with whatever was purchased.
It defeated the purpose of going and having a good time if you didn’t enjoy the moment to the fullest, including going out to find what was trendy.
My eyes found my baby fast. I watched her walk off with her girls and I found her to be adorable. I cracked a smile as my gaze roamed her canvas. She was perfect in my eyes. She may have towered over the average woman, but she was a peon to my six-foot seven-inch frame.
Her laugh was alluring and the way she looked at you was as if you were the only person in the room. Those big brown eyes could bring any man to his knees. Gia was the baddest woman walking to me and that hadn’t changed since I first laid eyes on her.
“Mr. Parks, I see you’re headed to Italy. Will you have a carry on this trip?”
She was walking the line of being professional and ready to strip for a nigga. She banted her eyes my way and I didn’t miss the flirtatious tone she carried. She wasn’t anywhere near the kind of woman I’d go after. However, I was flattered.
“Not this go round sweetheart.”
“Well, I have you checked in and ready to go. You’re at Gate 4. I hope you enjoy your trip,” she said scribbling her name and number down on a piece of paper before handing my ticket over.
I shook my head as I walked off and balled the paper up in the process. I had no interest in shorty. It wasn’t anything against her, my interest just lay elsewhere. She was a cute chick as well, but Gia was the woman that had a nigga going crazy. I’d be a fool to pass that up.
I made sure to stay undetected while watching her and her crew from a distance. Everything about this woman was made to satisfy me. Her smile could brighten your day and when she spoke, her voice could ease your spirit. I knew what I had, and I wasn’t about to give it up for nobody.
It was time to board, and I hung back. She wasn’t expecting me especially since I’ve ghosted her since I was made aware of the trip.
When it came to her business and her girls, she kept shit secretive as if I wouldn’t support her.
I didn’t like that. Thankfully, I was able to pull some strings to make this happen.
Arin was very helpful once I threw some bands her way.
I waited until the stewardess yelled for the last call before I boarded.
My eyes found her in no time and a small smile cursed my lips.
She was about to flip her shit, but I really didn’t give a fuck.
She had to know I wasn’t going to let her go across seas and not have me by her side. I didn’t play those types of games.
Sitting, I was undetected for a brief moment, but she soon noticed me and spoke her peace. I found it comical that she thought I would entertain any woman outside of her. I dug in her pussy entirely too much and loved being there. She wasn’t that damn slow the way she was putting on.
After I called for a drink from the stewardess, I was good to go. We took off shortly after with her not paying me any mind. I was cool with it because this was the only alone time, I was granting her. I was on a mission, and I’d be damned if I failed it all because she wanted to be stubborn.
I threw my head back and took a nap. The flight was a little over nine hours, so we had time to kill. I’d been running nonstop for about a month straight settling construction contracts and I could finally sit still. Much like Gia, I deserved this as well.
“Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom.”
“Oh yeah?” I said smirking at her comment.
“Your bitch around here somewhere. Go find her. Now, excuse me.”
I stood and stepped out into the aisle. She brushed pass me with her ass rubbing against my dick. I knew my baby all too well and that wasn’t anything but an invitation to join her in the bathroom. This was first class, and I could tear her ass up without the hassle.
She stepped into the bathroom, and I followed her same footsteps moments later. Gia played hard but she was as soft as cotton. She really didn’t instill fear in a nigga the way she thought she did.
I gave the door light taps, and she yelled occupied from the other side. I gave it a light tap once more, and she yanked it open with attitude. All I could do was smile at how beautiful she was.
“I said it’s fuckin’ occupied nigga. Go work your new bitch nerve and stay off mine,” she snapped.
“I’m ‘bout to.”
Stepping into the bathroom with her, she tried to refuse the gesture like I knew she would.
Gia was in dire need of real love, and it baffled me at how she carried on like she didn’t.
She was one that didn’t have the support of family, so it came from elsewhere, hence me and her friends always being by her side.
Whether she liked it or not, this was where I planted my roots.
“No, get out Jay.”
Her hands were on my chest pushing me back, but I wasn’t budging. She allowed me in this bitch, and I wasn’t leaving until I felt that gushy shit I loved between her legs.
“I will after I fuck the shit out of you, and you better not get loud. We’re not the only ones on this muthafucka today.”
“Get the fu—”
Her words were cut short when my hand went around her throat and brought her face to mine. She talked too much shit for me when all she had to do was take this dick and sleep until it was time to land.
Those soft moans I loved escaped her throat and I smiled. She fussed but she couldn’t resist me. She loved fuckin’ me the same way I did her. This was how we expressed our love when words weren’t doing the trick.
“Give me some loving mama.”
I gently spread her legs to massage her pearl as she slid my joggers down along with my briefs.
Wearing panties was a rare occasion for her so access was always granted to me.
This wasn’t our first rodeo, so she knew the drill already.
Picking her up she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I could feel the heat seeping from her box.
My mushroom head rubbed against her wet folds and my teeth penetrated my bottom lip as I slid into her warm canal. It was an unexplainable feeling when you connected with the person you loved. It made the sex worth the wild.
“Sssss” she hissed as I dug into her womb from underneath.
Being pinned against the wall, she had nowhere to go. Her fate was receiving a phenomenal quickie and possibly another before the flight was over. I supplied her with whatever she needed and more. This was the least I could do for my baby.
“Listen to how wet you are for me. Who else can get you like this?” I whispered in her ear as I continuously pounded her pussy with death strokes.
The grip she had on my dick and the light scratches she applied to my back said she was enjoying every second of me penetrating her body.
I deliberately made her feel like I had an issue with this trip for a reason.
The sex was a hundred times better when she called herself having an attitude.
It would’ve helped to be alerted earlier but it was what it was.
Her soft moans were still surrounding us as her body moved up and down along the wall.
Yes, was repeated several times the more her canvas melted into mine.
The feeling of Gia was one in a million.
Every time I pulled back a little, she sucked me in causing me to fall deeper for her sexy ass.
She had to know I wasn’t ever giving this shit up.
“Babyyyyy,” she moaned as I felt her walls begin to contract around my wood. This was the best feeling in the world to a nigga.
“I’m with you mama.”
She could never climax on her own. It was like her body summoned mine to cum with hers every time. I was replenishing her with the juices she’d just released as she coated my dick with her addicting creamy substance.
Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to regulate her breathing. My ego was fed which brought a devious smile out of me. She had to know she couldn’t ever make it without me getting a fix of her loving whenever I wanted.
Applying soft kisses to her neck, she continued to softly rub the back of my head. The connection was still in play, and I could feel myself rising to the occasion once more. This woman could have everything I owned with how good her shit was.
“Thank you for the nut but I’m sure your bitch is looking for you by now.”
“Nah, she got eyes on me so she good,” I countered.
“I am not your bitch.” She tapped my shoulder to put her down, but I was quite comfortable where I was, so I refused.
“Since when?”
“Since you cut me off weeks ago. I hope you didn’t think your showing up here was going to change shit. I like being the center of attention and the nigga I was fuckin’ on didn’t pay me no never mind.”
“Act like you don’t know who shit this is if you want to and watch me nut up.
Don’t get a nigga put on a T-shirt all because you were trying to prove a point, I couldn’t give a fuck about.
Stop playing with me G. Plus, the way you were calling me baby just now doesn’t correspond to the bullshit you kicking right now. ”
She rolled her eyes and tapped my shoulder once again. “I ain’t ready yet,” I said giving slow strokes.
“Other people have to use the bathroom, Jay.” Her eyes closed after her response as she nibbled on her bottom lip.
“That bitch says occupied. They know how to read.”
“Whatever.”
Her lips were back on mine, and we were going at it again for the second time. What we had wasn’t for the weak. Her attitude could drive any nigga away, but it was the one thing I loved about her. She played hard but baby girl was a real plushie.
We walked out of the bathroom moments later with her girls snickering the entire time she did the walk of shame back to our seats.
I found it to be comical. I just knew she talked mad shit about me to them and now she was cummin on my dick.
I chuckled and got comfortable in my seat. This was only the beginning for us.
“Why you want to leave me so bad woman?” I asked once silence surrounded us.
“You got some nerve asking me that. It’s you who left me, remember? I was fine with the person I laid beside every night.”
She looked as if I’d hurt her feelings and that was something I never wanted to do. She talked a lot of shit, but this woman was just as attached as I was. If she stated anything different, she was in denial.
“I didn’t leave you. I had business to handle, and it seemed like you were asking for space, so I gave you that too.”
“Space? So, weeks of no communication is you giving me space? Stop talking to me Jay. I’d really hate to show my ass in front of these white folk.”
She turned in her seat giving me her back. I laughed at her bratty behavior and continued to flag down the stewardess. I needed a drink.
“Yes, what can I do for you sir?”
“Two glasses of wine and a cup of ice.”
The ice was for her. She liked to chew on things to calm herself down and ice was her go to.
“Right away sir. Give me one moment.”
“Mmm,” came from her direction and my smile grew. I could tell she was going to fight me nail and tooth the entire flight.
“You going to behave like this the entire flight or what?” I inquired.
My question went unanswered and for the remaining duration of the flight, she kept quiet.
She had nothing else to say to me and I was quite frankly cool with her silence.
Whatever she was thinking about could either help us or break us by the time we landed.
I was a hopeful nigga, so I was hoping the odds were in my favor by then.