Page 144 of Not My Type
“No,” I say.
“Who tell yuh?” he repeats again.
“Henry,” I breathe.
“Ohhh mi know weh him hear that,” he says surprising me.
“You know?” I gasp. Fi some reason mi happy him know a who. He can still get hurt yes but he knows who is against him and that sounds better than them being unknown.
He nods and stares at me. “Mi nuh wah yuh worry too much about me, okay?” he holds my hands.
“Nickoi I’m not gonna agree to that,” I smile. He smiles looking away and I stare at him. “Nickoi?” I call and his eyes finds me.
“Wah’m?” he’s looking at me hard. I prop up on my elbow. My hair falls in my face and he moves it, tucking it behind my ear. Awww.
“Thank you,” I smile. “I know this sounds impossible but promise to me that you’ll stay away from trouble and keep safe?” I stare in his eyes.
“Please,” I add and he looks down.
He seems like he’s in deep thoughts before he looks up at me and nods. “I promise.” My smile grows and I hug him and of course he grabs my ass.
His eyes darkens, that signature look when he wants to be nasty. I blush. It catches me every time. He leans in and kiss my breast earning a moan from me. He rolls my blouse up then I feel the warmth of his tongue latched around my hard nipples.
When he moves back he smirks, his eyes filled with carnal desire. I straddle him and hug behind his neck, grinding on him. He pulls down the strap of my spaghetti strap blouse then he attacks my breast again. I hold his arms, eyes screwed shut from the pleasure. A smile forms on my lips when he grabs the hem of my shorts I stop him. I feel like if I have sex with Nickoi under the same roof weh mi mother and grandmother deh it disrespectful. I’ve done it before but I had no idea mommy was there. And even though I knew Mama was, I knew she wasn’t close by. So I was somewhat... comfortable. But right now her room is right next to mine. Imagine a moan slip out and dem hear? Worst when it’s almost 5 o’ clock and she’ll be up soon.
“Umm..,” I start. I don’t know what to say without sounding like an idiot.
“Umm what?” Nickoi asks in a curious tone. Him probably a guh think mi fool if mi say it.
“Nothing,” I smile. He hisses and gets up. “Yuh vex?” I ask, looking at him sitting on the sofa next to my bed. It obvious Zara.
“Mi like wen yuh clear with me yuh zi me... doh just seh nutt’n when you have a reason,” he says.
“Okay so..” I start. “Mi just nuh feel comfortable when mi know seh mommy and Mama in the same house as me... I don’t like that, so don’t bother go think seh mi lead you on fi just stop you cause mi know that’s why yuh get upset and I want you,” I say, surprising the both of us as I get off the bed walking over to him. A cya Zara this.
He smirks. “Yuh can come stay a mi yard enuh.”
I laugh. “Nope, I don’t wanna get pregnant,” He chuckles at me. I’m on pills anyway, but that’s a no no for now. When man ready fi run yuh out, yaffi come back a you mother yard like a poor thing. And that a nuh Zara style.
His eyes much darker now, and just like that, that feeling comes back and I feel like a totally different person. I straddle, kissing him and he holds my waist, fingers sinking in my flesh. I melt in his gaze, my breath hitches. Whew.
“Zara yuh just say—” I press my hand over his mouth. He smirks. I move down to my knees, he raises his brows in amusement. He tilts his head back.
“Weh yuh deh pan? Demon time?” his eyes dims.
He grips my throat. His bottom lip tucked in. I pull back from him and reach for my rose. I can’t tell the last time I used her. He relaxes, making me smile. As I slowly approach him, his legs rocking, our eyes lock together, I click the button. He smirks at the sound of it whirring. My heart is racing. Zara?
“So you a gwaan?” he tilts his head, I reach down with the vibrator, it flicks at my clit so fast that my body jerks.
I close my eyes, my hand in his, my knees pressed against the cold tiles—I take him in my mouth, his eyes low. Giving head couldn’t possibly get any better than this. With the thrumming from the vibrator, and the delicious hardness in my mouth, my eyes roll back. He’s smiling, I smile too, my mouth full. On the verge of choking, my gag reflex betrays me slightly, I hold my breath. I can tell that he likes that from the way his body tenses. I swallow him, staring deep into his eyes.
“So you a gwaan?” he speaks. His low, deep voice fills the room.
He takes the rose, slicked with my essence and places it against my folds. My breathing is already ragged; body trembling. I ease him out of my mouth, the veins poke out as it springs back. I pause to catch my breath, and the vibrator between my thighs makes me shiver. I lean in to suck on his neck.
“Yes...” I say in between moans.
I reach for him again, placing kisses around the head. Slurping the saliva, one hand caressing the base of him, the other rolling his balls. He turns up the speed of the toy. I claw at his skin.
