Page 113 of Not My Type
I comb through my hair as he clips my bra. He steps a little too close, closing the space between us. I gulp. The contact always feels dangerous. He uses his hand to gently move my hair as he places wet kisses at the nape of my neck. I shiver from the feeling of his lips on my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut. From behind he wraps his arm around my waist, forcing our bodies together even more like we’re glued together. My eyes flutter open when he slaps my ass. He quickly moves away, lying on the bed and I finally start breathing normal again.
You guys tho..
After a while I’m dressed, I look over at Nickoi and he’s just watching me. I blow him a kiss and he bites his lip causing me to smile.
Mi nuh know how unuh just a tease each other so.
I take up my flat iron and start straightening my hair while eyeing him in the mirror. Our eyes are communicating... The more we stare at each other the more the tension gets thicker. My core is throbbing dangerously hard causing me to stop running the iron through my hair. I bite my lip. Tempted. He realizes and starts rocking his legs then I notice that he has his iPhone on his lap. My eyes observe it for a few seconds and I realize that he’s erected. I look away and feel heat creeping up my cheeks.
“You just come make mi feel some type of way and mi cya go get fi do nuh’n cause the bus soon come,” I say quietly, feeling a tad frustrated.
He moves up to me again. This time he holds my waist and slides his hands down my panties. I moan as I feel him rubbing my heat while sucking on the skin below my ear. The feeling is ecstatic. I didn’t know I needed this. He pumps his finger inside me and I squirm, holding the iron out so that it doesn’t burn him.
“Continue straightening your hair,” his deep voice says.
“Okay.”
I do as he says, but I stop suddenly when a wave of pleasure hits me. My eyes watches as his hand makes a bulge in my black leggings and I smile to myself as his long fingers works wonders inside me.
“Aaah... mi cya keep it in,” I moan.
“That’s why you fi come live with me so you can make all the noise you want,” he huskily says.
“I don’t think–” I start to say, but I’m cut off by my own moan. “Oh my God,” I close my eyes when he curls them.
“Zara?” Mama knocks the door startling me and he pulls out his hand.
Shit did she hear? I hope not.
“Yes Mama?” I say sounding innocent. Innocent? Ironic.
“Dem say the bus deh pan it way, yuh ready?” her tone makes me feel relieved. She didn’t hear.
“Al–” Nickoi slides his finger in my mouth and I taste myself.
“Suck it,” he demands and I do as he says.
“Mi almost ready Mama,” I say when I push his hand away.
“Alright.”
After that, it’s like nothing happened. We are just silent in our own thoughts. He went to the bathroom and is now scrolling through Instagram. I had to brush my teeth after our little activity.
When I’m ready to leave I pose in front of him. “How mi look?” He licks his lips.
“Look good but... ”
I raise my hands at him. “But what?” I ask in a high pitch tone.
He smirks. “Yuh would a look better without them,” he says and I hit him playfully.
“Zara! The bus come,” Mama says and she sounds like she’s walking out.
He gets up with a sigh. “So what time you a go reach back yasso?”
“Umm later,” I say. “Mi nuh sure.”
He waits at the door and slaps me on my butt when I’m passing him. “Yuh betta sure cause mi wah see you.”
