Chapter 13 #2
“Shawty…” East’s voice was low and the word dragged out, sending a jolt to Joi’s clit.
“…you’re thinking too hard. It’s really not that deep.
Just let me figure out what this is and what I’m supposed to do with it.
I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m likely gonna hurt myself before I get a chance to hurt you.
Just trust me with you for a little while. That’s all I’m asking.”
“That’s too easy.” Everything he was saying seemed way too simple and nothing about the two of them had been simple since the day they met.
East smirked and shook his head. “Maybe for you but this shit is harder than a muhfucka for me. I don’t give up control.
Doing so makes you weak and weak is something I refuse to be so this is a struggle for me.
But hard doesn’t mean impossible so I’m trying to make this work. I can’t do that if you fight me on it.”
“You’re gonna hurt me.”
“Not on purpose. I give you my word because that’s all I have. I don’t plan to hurt you, but if I do, just know it won’t be because I tried or meant to.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“That’s all I have, shawty.”
It was the truth. Feelings, letting people in, emotions that weren’t connected to his bloodline were all foreign territories for East. He didn’t connect with people, especially not women.
He fucked them when he wanted, moved on, and never got attached.
Feelings meant obligations and he had enough of that with his mother and sister.
There wasn’t room for anyone else but Joi had East creating space he didn’t know was possible.
“Can it… can we just be friends for now?”
Hell no. I want more than that even if I don’t know what I want. “Friends?” East’s face grew tight. He gave Joi an in that other women would kill for and she was hitting him with some “friend” shit. That pissed him off.
“Yes, I mean not just friends, but just no pressure on either side.”
“The type of friends where I fuck shit up if you think you’re about to be dealing with someone else?”
Joi rolled her eyes, shaking her head. Typical selfish man. I want all of you and while you only get a piece of me. She grinned at the thought.
“The fuck you cheesing all giddy and shit for? I’m deadass. If you’re my friend, I’m the only friend you have.”
“What about Ria and Ny?”
“They have dicks that I don’t know about?” East’s expression and glare were both hard, which made Joi laugh, only to have his scowl grow more intense.
“No fool, they don’t.”
“Aight then they’re straight but that’s the only type of friend you’re allowed to have,” East threatened, with no challenge allowed based on the look that followed.
“Does the same apply to you?” Joi questioned with a raised brow and the same hard stare. East’s smile stretched across his face in a child-like manner.
“We can discuss that la—”
“No the hell we can’t. You can answer that now.”
East’s face lit up in a teasing manner which didn’t sit well with Joi who tried as best as she could to free herself from under his body but it was a pointless pursuit based on his strength and weight.
“Relax, man, yeah. Same applies. I’m not dealing with anybody but you.”
I couldn’t handle that anyway. You already have me confused as fuck.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Shawty….” East paused, taking her hesitation into consideration even if it annoyed him.
Brushing his lips across hers before actually kissing them while also wedging his body deeper between her legs, East tried again with a little more conviction.
“I’m only fucking with you. That’s my word, aight. ”
Joi just stared at him for a minute. His lips still gently touched hers when he questioned again, pleading for understanding.
“Aight?”
“Okay, but—”
East shut Joi up with another kiss so magnetic that her mind was already past the topic. She was convinced that she was setting herself up but it was too late. Joi was already under his spell.
“Can I take your jeans off?”
“No.”
East smirked and nodded like he would concede, but lifted his body from hers and went to unbutton her jeans anyway. She watched while East worked them down her hips and legs, exposing a soft pink hued thong.
“So this is how you’re doing it?” East had that feeling again. Jealousy. Possessiveness.
“What?” Joi lifted her head and frowned at him.
“Why do you have this little shit on?” He lifted his body and pushed her shirt up, expecting to see a matching bra.
That was a red flag that a woman was trying to or expecting to get fucked.
When he found nothing at all, East’s face grew excessively tight.
“Why the fuck do you have on a gotdamn thong and no bra? You must have been trying to get fucked. Is that why you were at the pool hall?”
“No. You have me bent.” Joi’s voice hiked because of what he was insinuating. It took East a minute to realize what he was actually saying before he reeled it in to try and get a grip. His insecurities had him thinking crazy. Insecurities?
“Move.” Joi pushed East away, offended, but got nowhere because he caught her by the waist, holding securely so she wasn’t able to move.
“Shawty….” He paused and pushed out a deep breath, regretting his mistake. “Relax, that was fucked up and I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. I mean I did but not because I think that’s you. It just had me thinking crazy shit. I apologize.”
Joi glared his way for a minute longer, watching as East lowered his head and kissed her stomach, moving lower, placing several more until he was between her legs.
“I have never in my life been jealous over a woman, shawty.” His tongue flicked across the sheer lace material, causing her body to shiver.
“But I am with you.” He repeated his previous act but with a little more pressure. “And that lets me know I’m in trouble.”
East and Joi both closed their eyes at the same moment. Hers locking tightly because his mouth on her could be considered pure ecstasy. East’s eyes closed because she had him out of his element, but there was no denying she had him.
“Oh, God.” Joi’s tormented voice pulled him from his own tortured thoughts and allowed him to focus on the task at hand which was his tongue dipping in and out of her.
He quickly regretted not completely removing her thong because it occasionally kept shifting and getting in his way.
East worked around the now dampened material, caressing her throbbing clit with his tongue while Joi panted through soft moans, further motivating him.
When East heard her mumble something about God, he lifted his eyes while still working his tongue, speaking through every stroke. “We’re sinning, shawty. Don’t bring God into this.”
Joi wanted to laugh but the rate at which East was flicking his tongue across her clit had her body humming. The worst was when he pushed his fingers inside her, causing Joi to damn near jump away from him.
Joi’s hands moved to the back of his head while she pushed forward, allowing East more access.
When she lifted from the sofa, East took advantage and eased the tip of his thumb into her ass.
Joi was done for, she came so hard that she was positively at risk of blacking out.
East’s confidence couldn’t be missed, knowing he had accomplished his goal didn’t stop him from working his tongue until Joi’s body went limp from exhaustion.
Kissing up her thigh and stomach until he reached her small round breasts, East continued to test Joi’s body until he reached the tip of her chin which he kissed, contemplating her lips again.
East didn’t kiss, but he didn’t eat pussy either, so there was no point in denying himself.
He had grown addicted to the feel of Joi’s soft warm lips, quickly getting used to the idea of exploring both sets.
When he felt Joi move her hands between their bodies, he lifted his eyes to hers again and recognized the need.
She wants more. He didn’t want to take it there because he didn’t need Joi assuming sex was all he was about with her.
So instead of allowing things to progress, he used one hand to stop hers from easing into the waistband of the joggers he wore.
“We’re good. We can just chill.” He tried to give Joi an out but she pushed his hand away and eased hers into his pants, underneath the waistband of his briefs. “Fuck,” bypassed his lips when she wrapped her fingers around him.
“Shawty…”
Joi loved the way it flowed from his mouth. Men called her that all the time but something about his voice and the way it moved slowly from his lips turned her on. It never had meaning before like it did when East addressed her with the title.
“Yeah?”
Joi hadn’t stopped tugging at his sweats but only moved them down enough to release him. East shut his eyes, biting down on his lip, trying to contain himself but eventually said, fuck it and went with it.
Seconds later he was up on his knees, tugging his shirt over his head.
He didn’t completely remove it like he did his shoes and pants right after, but it was behind his head, exposing his arms and chest. Joi was in awe of East’s body, so much so she gawked so intensely that she hadn’t realized he helped her out of her thong until he tossed it to the floor.
East then lifted her legs into the crook of his arms, head shaking while laughing to himself.
He lingered over her body, making Joi feel uneasy.
The insecurity had Joi glaring at East defensively while rendering her unable to focus on the pressure of his head aligning with her slickness. Why am I so insecure with this man?
“What?”
Before East answered he allowed his pulsing head to ease into her warmth. Joi tensed from the intrusion but pushed forward, craving more. East made it about halfway before he pulled back and thrust in a little deeper again, this time completely submerging himself as far as he could go.
“You. That’s what?” He was buried so deep East didn’t even want to pull back to find that spot again.
He was perfectly content where he was, but he fought through it and made it happen.
His thrusts were hard. He had already given up too much dealing with Joi.
Sex he could control. As much as he wanted to take his time with her, he needed to regain some of the control Joi had taken from him, so he was rough with his delivery.
East thought that would help, but it only made his situation worse.
She’s enjoying it. He could see it in the faces she made and the erotic sounds that echoed around him.
“I can’t fucking win with you,” he growled through a thrust and a smug grin, pissed that Joi was still in control. Instead of fighting it, East slowed his pace and eased his way into long, purposeful strokes.
Joi on the other hand was lost. East had her body on a rollercoaster of various sensations.
The pain of his length and thickness met with the pleasure of him reaching depths she had heard of but wasn’t aware her body possessed.
The rough, aggressive way he slammed into Joi had her body on edge while the slow steady pace he was now using had her floating.
Thankfully for Joi, East read her all too well, picking up his pace, assaulting her body until Joi could no longer take it.
Every last bit of energy she had left with the orgasm she released while East kept going until he was ready to release his own.
When he slammed into her the last time and shot off his load, East shut his eyes, letting it rip.
Once again he should have pulled out but that wasn’t an option.
He unloaded, pulsing against her walls for what felt like forever before his body calmed again.
East was done for and he knew it. There was no point in him trying to deny that he’d met the woman who would be his downfall if he didn’t get a grip.