I Gave Him My Heart

by Krystal Armstead

  I looked down, watching his hands sink into the thick layer of paint on my arms. I looked back into his face, shaking my head.

  “You know you wanna stay with me. You came by my place because you wanted a nigga to kiss you, huh?” Knox looked my face over.

  “To tell you the truth, I don’t know what I was expecting. All I knew was I needed someone to…” I sighed. “I don’t know, Knox. I just needed to forget everyone and everything but you… There, that’s why I came. Happy now?”

  Knox smiled, pulling me closer to him, kissing me before I had a chance to take a breath and tell him not to kiss me. It was a sweet indulgence, something like taking a first bite of food after not eating all day. When that food hits your pallet, you feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven. That was the way I felt at that moment. Knox gave me the sweetest kiss, sucking on my top lip before letting go. As soon as his lips touched mine, my body trembled.

  “Nuh-ugh, dude.” I shook my head, turning away from him, walking over to a stone bench where a pile of damp towels sat. I started to wipe the paint from my body.

  “This is so not gonna happen, Niq’. I mean—” I stopped talking, realizing I was mentally comparing this dude to Niq’.

  I shook my head to myself, turning back around to face Knox, who was already undressing down to his boxers and coming out of his socks.

  Knox raised his eyebrows. “‘Niq’? That’s who you see when you see me? When you look at me, you see the nigga who broke your heart?”

  “When I look at every nigga, I see the nigga who broke my heart!” I explained. “I should’ve never come here today. I’m not ready for all of this shit right now.”

  “Not ready? Kourtney, you just got completely naked for me, without hesitation!” Knox laughed.

  “But that’s different!” I explained.

  “Different from what?” Knox asked. “You’re cool with niggas, as long as it’s sex, but anything more, you’re ready to run? That’s how you work, Kourtney? That’s the way you do niggas? You just get naked for anyone, Kourtney; is that what you’re telling me?”

  “You’re not the first nigga I’ve gotten naked in front of, Knox. Please don’t think you’re special because I took some clothes off in front of you.” I rolled my eyes, trying to wipe more paint from my arms, but all the towel did was spread the fuckin’ paint. I looked back up at Knox, watching this nigga walk over to me, dick dangling in his boxers.

  “I may not be the first nigga you’ve gotten naked for, but I’m damn sure the only nigga you’ve gotten naked for that is worth getting naked for, Kourtney. I’m not about to let you compare me to these other niggas.” Knox walked up to me, snatching the towel from my hands, throwing it back on the bench.

  I was getting angry with him because he was about to have me crying in front of him again. I wasn’t trying to be in my feelings that afternoon with him, but he was damn sure bringing them out. “Leave me the fuck alone, Knox.” I tried to reach for the towel on the bench, but Knox blocked me. “I wanna leave, so why don’t you just let me? I’m not even supposed to be here!”

  “Where? In your feelings?” Knox said in my face.

  “I’m through with niggas, Knox.” I pushed him.

  “So, what did you come here for? To fuck a nigga and then leave? Is that the shit you thought I was gonna let happen?” Knox looked at me like I had him fucked-up. “I hope you don’t think that I’m about to let you treat me like you treat the rest of them muthafuckas, Kourtney. You really got me fucked-up.”

  I folded my arms across my sticky chest. “Who do you think—”

  Knox grabbed my body to his by my waist and kissed me again, that time biting my lip a little. There was nothing subtle about Knox. Everything about him was intense. His hands ran up my painted body until he wound his fingers in my hair. My heart hammered in my chest. It sure as hell wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first kiss with someone who mattered. Yeah, he mattered, even though I didn’t want him to.

  “You wanna do this with no strings attached? We can do that. You wanna attach some strings? We can do that, too. Let’s just do it. I’m not too young; I’m just right.” Knox kissed me again, hands still in my hair.

  I looked up into his face, speechless, not really even knowing what to say.

  “There’s a shower over there on the patio. Let’s go get in it, wash this paint off of you. Then, if you still wanna leave, you can go. I promise.” Knox nodded towards the showerhead that hung from the wall in the center of the porch. I thought that was so cool. Nina had one on her porch, too, to wash the sand of the beach from your body before you went back into the house.

  I hesitated, but Knox didn’t.

  Knox grabbed a small towel from the bench and then grabbed my hand, leading me over on to the corner of the porch. He bent over, turning the water on. I looked down, noticing that he already had a few bath sponges and a bottle of Dove Body Wash on the ground, waiting on me. I sighed, watching as the water sprayed out of the chrome showerhead. The fact that I was about to take a shower outside with Timothy Knoxberry was blowing my mind. I watched him pick up the bottle of body wash and a sponge and begin lathering it up. He was so down to Earth. Didn’t act like he was worth a million bucks, even though he was worth a million bucks. He grabbed me by the hand, pulling me up under the showerhead, turning my body around so that my back was facing him.

  “Let me fuck you back…” And why did my song, “Back to Sleep,” have to be playing over the speakers?

  I sighed a long sigh, looking over my shoulder, watching and bracing myself, hands against the wall as Knox began to scrub the paint from my back with the sponge. I mean, this dude scrubbed my body like I was his got-damn car. I was in heaven as this dude held my waist with one hand and scrubbed my neck, shoulders, arms, underarms, back, and butt. He scrubbed me speechless.

  “I just posted my landing, oh. Wondering if the same old understanding stands…” Chris Brown sang over the speakers.

  Knox got down on his hands and knees to scrub the backs of my thighs and calves. I squealed with delight as he got to my feet. I turned around, facing him, watching him rinse and wring the sponge out before tossing it and grabbing another one to start the same process on the front of my body. He stood before me, water sliding down his face, lathering the sponge again. And he kissed me as he washed from my neck to my breasts. It took a while to fully get the thick layer of paint completely from my body. I was so glad this dude didn’t use that sponge on my pussy, knowing my piercing could get caught in it. Instead…

  Knox got down on his knees again, scrubbing my thighs, calves, and feet. He made sure to wash and scrub my body squeaky clean, removing every ounce of paint from my body. He cleaned my body with both the bath sponge and the hand towel. He turned the knob of the shower down a little, to lighten the water pressure, and then he pulled my body closer to his face, checking out my piercing again.

  “Oh my goodness!” I squealed under my breath, watching as Knox tossed the sponge and then squeezed the soap in his hands, standing back up before me.

  Knox watched the expression on my face as he backed me against the stonewall and slid one hand around my neck, into my hair, and the other soapy hand between my legs.

  I squealed as the young dude washed my pussy with his hand, as if he was washing it with a washcloth. I mean, he washed between the crack of my ass and my pussy. His fingers massaging every hole down there. He played with my piercing.

  I gasped. “Oh my goodness, Knox; you’re trying to trap me, aren’t you?”

  Knox just grinned.

  “You could have any girl; no, as many girls as you want. What the hell do you want with me?” I sighed, bracing myself against the wall as he slid his fingers between my lips, dipping his fingers inside of my cookie jar.

  “It’s not what I can have, Kourtney; it’s about what I want. It’s about what I know I need. When you only want one person, everyone else is worthless. Quality over quantity, Ma.” Knox grinned, massaging my c
lit, kissing my lips.

  I panted in his mouth until he slid his lips to my neck. This little… this little muthafucka kissed and sucked from my neck, to my nipples (sucking each one into his mouth along the way), to my belly button, stopping at my clit. I squealed as he tickled my clit with his tongue, before sucking it into his mouth.

  Knox held onto my hip with one hand, bracing my body up against the wall as he lifted my right leg over his shoulder, and then the left leg, spreading my legs far apart. There I was panting, chest heaving in and out, as the little dude licked all around the clit and then slid his tongue up and down the center of my pussy lips. He was gentle at first, working his way from the outside. He kept his tongue flat, going up and down, and side-to-side. He worked his tongue around the pussy as if he was spelling the letters of the alphabet. I think the dude got to the letter ‘S’, making my legs jerk. Then, he repeated the letter for a while before sucking the hood of my clit into his mouth. I squealed when he sucked my clit between his lips.

  Knox pulled my body away from the wall a little as he held my thigh with one hand and slipped his fingers inside of me with the other. I was dripping wet, pussy squeezing his fingers as he slipped two inside.

  “Shit.” I heard him muttering under his breath, dipping his fingers in and out of my pussy, pressing against my G-spot.

  I gasped as Knox slipped his fingers out of me and gripped both thighs in his hands. And he started to rise up on his knees. I screamed out, laughing a little, holding onto him as he stood from the ground, balancing me on his shoulders, holding me tight. He blew my mind, carrying me into the house, still chewing on my clit, balancing me on his shoulders, careful not to drop me. Luckily, we left the sliding door on the back porch opened. We made it to the couch, where Knox struggled a little, getting down on his knees. I laughed out loud as I lost balance and fell back on the couch.

  “Shit!” Knox laughed out loud, letting go of my thighs, letting my legs down onto the couch. “My bad!”

  “It’s okay; it’s really okay!” I laughed too, laid back on that expensive couch of his. “I’m all wet, Knox! I’m gonna ruin your furniture!”

  Knox smiled down at me, chest heaving in and out as he slid his boxers down, stepping out of them.

  My eyes widened a little, sitting up on the couch as Knox and his big ol’ monster sat down beside me. I shook my head at him as Knox held my hips, grabbing me, pulling me on top of his lap. I faced him, knees hugging his hips, leaving enough space between us so that I could see this dick before he jammed it through my soul that evening. He grabbed my hand and placed it around his dick. I gripped it in my hands, feeling it throbbing in my palms. My heart slammed in my chest as I began to stroke his dick, and his lips began to stroke mine. The kiss grew heavy, steady, intense. Knox slid his hands around my breasts, cupping them in his hands.

  Just when I felt the urge to insert the dick inside, the front doorbell rang. Knox kept on kissing me, but I pulled away.

  “Knox, boo, are you expecting visitors?” I asked, looking back over my shoulder, down the hallway, at the front door.

  Knox grabbed my face, turning it back to his. “Nah. Nobody knows I swung by the place. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going, except my nigga, Juan. He wouldn’t show up though.” He kissed my lips. “He knew what I planned on getting into today.”

  The doorbell rang again.

  I pulled my lips from his. “Knox, maybe you should see who it is.”

  The doorbell rang again.

  Knox exhaled deeply, frustrated. “Fuck!” he huffed as I got off of his lap.

  I hurried off to the bathroom as Knox threw on his boxers and slid into his sweats. I shut the door behind me, panting a little. Damn, my pussy was about to be back in business. Who the fuck could it be? I needed every bit of what Knox was giving me that day. I was in need of love and affection, and Knox, as young as he was, was good at it. I grabbed a towel from the towel rack and wrapped it around my body, not about to hide in the bathroom. I could really care less who it was at that point; I just wanted whoever it was to leave so that Knox and I could get back to the muthafuckin’ program. It had been a got-damn year since I had any dick. I was about fuck the shit out of that little nigga. As I walked out of the bathroom, down the hallway, I heard what sounded like a woman’s voice—an angry woman’s voice. I turned the corner to see Knox, frustrated, standing back against the wall, listening to this woman going off on him.

  “I’m really not tryin’ to hear this shit. I’m not about to let this shit happen, yo. I said she wasn’t here, a’ight?” Knox huffed.

  As far as looks were concerned, this woman put me to shame, I swear. She was brown-skinned, tall, with deep dimples, even though she wasn’t even smiling. She had long, curly, black hair. She looked like she hopped straight out of a got-damn Pantene Pro-V commercial. She stood there, dressed in a tight-ass, black tank top, dark denim skinny jeans, and black Gucci stilettos. This bitch was gorgeous.

  She caught sight of me walking towards the two of them. She shoved Knox in his chest. “So then who the fuck is this, Timothy?” Oh, and she had the nerve to have a foreign accent. “Is this Kourtney Chambers? You just told me that she wasn’t here!”

  Knox looked at me, exhaling deeply, and then back at the woman. “Bella, you really gonna do this? You’re not even on duty! You’re on got-damn vacation!”

  “Knox,” I walked towards him. “What’s going on? Who is this and why is she looking for me?”

  “This is my mother’s little sister, Bella. She works undercover for the Los Angeles Police Department—Hollywood Station, to be exact.” Knox looked at his aunt with disgust. “You don’t even know the whole story! Kourtney doesn’t deserve this bullshit! You really gonna do this?”

  “Do what?” I asked, looking at the two of them looking at one another.

  Bella looked at her nephew and then back at me. “I got a call that Priscilla Bailey collapsed outside of the airport in Los Angeles this afternoon. She was rushed to the hospital. Turns out there was massive swelling to her brain. Reelz TV has the footage that you nearly beat Priscilla to death at the opening of your club. The state has pressed attempted murder charges against you. Either you turn yourself in, or I’m taking you in myself.”