Gemini - Mr. Versatile: The 12 Signs of Love (The Zodiac Lovers Series Book 6)

by Tiana Laveen

  “But every man is different, Gio, and women don’t just get prettied up for men, all right?” She laughed. “We do it for ourselves.”

  “Yadda, yadda, yadda. Blah, blah, blah.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ve heard that shit a lot, but if all of a sudden guys and lesbos were wiped off the face of the Earth, and only straight women were left on the planet, you people wouldn’t be worried about any fuckin’ blush and fake tarantula lookin’ eyelashes! Your pits, legs and pussy would be a hairy mess. You’d stop shavin’ those mustaches and you’d forget all about eyeshadow pallets ’nd shit. You’re gettin’ pretty to compete with one another, to land some cock and a check, all right?”

  “That’s absolutely ridiculous! You are so full of shit you need an enema of your entire body, and mind, too!”

  At that, he cackled and waved her off.

  “Say what you will, baby. I’ve been with too many women to not know my way around you all, ya know? I can appreciate a woman that does ’erself up. I’m not one of those guys that tries to say women don’t need make up and all that shit. I feel like it’s your face, do what the hell you wanna do, but I know what gets our attention. For me, it’s a nice glam look, but not over the top. I like some nice, juicy, glossy lips, a bit of eyeliner and mascara, shit like that. I’m not really into the real bright and dramatic stuff, but to each their own. At the end of the day, if you include guys in your product line, you’ll get more fish in your net… just basic economics. The packaging is good.” He studied the flavored lipstick the woman had designed by hand. “This looks high-end, ya know that? I bet my mom would love this shit.”

  “Thank you.” He didn’t miss how her cheeks reddened at his compliments. “I can make her up a package if you’d like.”

  Tapping a finger to his chin, he sighed.

  “A special package for my mom, huh? Speaking of family, maybe I should bring you along. You see, my grandmother’s birthday is coming up soon. Every year we throw her a big party in Long Island. That might be a good time for you to come up and meet my family and friends who stay there.” Her eyes sparkled, and she perked up. “You’d like that huh? It gets ya all excited.” He chuckled.

  “I’d love that. I feel like I know them already. You’ve told me so much about them.”

  “Yeah, well, it’ll be fun. They’re a crazy bunch, but it’s family, ya know? I wanna meet your mom soon, too. It was nice talkin’ to her on speakerphone the other day. She’s funny.”

  “Yeah, she is… and from what I’ve told her about you, she says she likes you.”

  His lips curled in appreciation.

  “Well, wait till she meets me. She’ll be telling you to never leave my side, that you’ve got a real winner!” He cracked up when she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I like that. We can make that happen. I’ll let you know the exact day they are giving my grandmother her birthday bash. It’s always on a Saturday so that everyone can make it. So, if ya don’t mind, keep your schedule clear, aiight?”

  He stood to his feet and yawned.

  “I’ll do that. It should be fun. I’d like to bring a gift so be sure to tell me the kinds of things she likes.”

  “Sure thing,” he said, yawning again.

  “You seem tired. I am, too.” The yawning was contagious. “Let’s go to bed.”

  He rolled the silver metal case of the lipstick back and forth between his palms, warming it to the touch, then set it down.

  “I got a little energy left. You know I’m a night owl.”

  He turned on his stereo. Da Brat’s “Give It 2 You” blared through the sound system. He removed his jogging pants and underwear and sat on the bench completely naked, minus his gold chain. His dick throbbed from the mere sight of her. She looked so sexy, demure, and calm as can be. Lying on his back, he stared at the ceiling, losing sight of her. But, he could feel her gaze still on him.

  “Come here.”

  “I know what you’re up to.”

  “Good for you, Olivia Benson. I know you do. It’s not a friggin’ secret. Dun dun dun!” He hummed the theme song from Law and Order: SVU. “In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit, ran by ball bustin’ Officer Chinky wit’ the fat ass. These are their stories.”

  “Smart ass.”

  “You just called me a dumb ass yesterday. I can’t be both. I do want some ass, though. I just stripped down and got my dick hangin’ out for ya.” He chuckled. “That’s an open invitation. Now that we’ve gotten our test results back, and we’re both fine, are you gonna finally let me hit it raw? You’re still takin’ your pill, right?”

  He heard her get up as he cracked his knuckles.

  “Yeah, I’m still on it. What’s your obsession with sex without condoms?” She leaned over him, staring down at him. He could look into her eyes for days… “I’m surprised you don’t have a bunch of kids and diseases if that’s your thing.”

  “Nah, it’s not my thing, actually. It’s not an obsession, really. In fact, I’ve rarely had sex without protection. Don’t act like Ms. Goody Two Shoes, like you’ve never taken a dick in the buff before.”

  “I have, but I was in a committed relationship.”

  “Well, you’re in a committed relationship now, too… Anyway, I mean yeah, sometimes it would happen, but it wasn’t often. I just know it feels different without it is all… and if you feel as good as you do with the Mags, then I can only imagine what your pussy feels like without them. Come on, baby…”

  He bit on his lower lip as she straddled his hips.

  “Let me feel that shit…”

  He wrapped his arms around her waist as Da Brat’s, “Funkdafied” blasted through the speakers. The little vixen teased him as she slid up and down his nature, the slickness of her wet slit pushing against his cock, making him weak.

  They grinded against one another to the beat of the music, slip and slide. Reaching over him, she grabbed the lipstick and didn’t hesitate to draw hearts all over his chest with it. He couldn’t figure out what had prompted such a thing, but he didn’t complain. In fact, he found it kind of sexy.

  Before long, she was kissing his neck and slicking her tongue along his nipples, making him shudder from her touch. She kept on until her face was over his cock. Disappearing behind a curtain of thick, black waves, she got to work. He could no longer see her face, but he certainly felt what she was doing. He hissed when she circled his cock with her hand and enveloped it into her hot mouth.

  “Mmm baby, yes, you are my walkin’ fantasy…” he slurred, pumping his hips ever so slightly and running his hand through her hair.

  “You taste so good, baby…”

  “You like tha flavor of that dick in your mouth?”

  “Yes, I love how you taste…”

  He smiled at her words.

  “Your Italian Papa, baby. You’re such a nasty woman… You make me sick with lust. You’re my passion. I need you so fuckin’ bad…”

  He pumped harder and faster, grinding to the music as Eve crooned, “Satisfaction.” He’d created this mixed playlist just for her after she told him she loved the female rappers of the 90’s and early 2000s.

  Unable to take it anymore, he sat up and gently pulled her off him. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he brought her face close and kissed all over her cheeks and neck as he ran his hands up and down her back.

  “Take those panties off,” he whispered in her ear.

  She obliged, then he lay her down flat on the bench and reached for the bowl of strawberries, eliciting a smile. Lil Wayne’s “Mrs. Officer” started to play. She’d never said she liked that song, but he was a Lil Wayne fan.

  Taking a handful of the fruit, he placed some of the sticky, sweet slices all along her breasts, then licked and sucked the fruit off, chewing and swallowing along the way. She quivered beneath him as he trailed his caresses
down to her stomach, taking his sweet time. Gently placing his fingertips against her navel, he took the ruby red slice that lay there between his lips, his eyes keenly on her as he ate it.

  Pushing her thighs open, he took another strawberry and placed it against her clit. Using the tip of his tongue like a vibrator, he went fast and hard against her bud, making the woman squirm and scream as he filled her creamy hole with his finger. He held her to prevent her from falling and soon, she came hard against his lips. He stayed there for a while, reveling in all that was his Chinky.

  “I’m gone… I never wanted to settle down, sweetheart. You changed me, baby…” he said, his voice shaking.

  Her eyes fluttered, and then they locked gazes. In a flash, they switched places, him flat on the bench and the woman straddled over him once more. She reached between them and grabbed his cock. He could barely breathe as he felt the head of his dick being pushed within her…

  “Oh, fuuuuuck. Chinky… shit…”

  She slid down on his cock, her hot, wet pussy feeling like heaven melting against his skin. The snug, showery sheath turned him to mush. He hung onto her hips as she slowly rose and fell against him.

  “I can’t… even describe this shit! Pussy is fuckin’ amazing… No fuckin’ way… You’re mine, all right? If you even look at another guy I’ll… shit!”

  His eyes rolled as he pumped his hips, following her rhythm. Hungry for her, so greedy, he fought the urge to take over, but she rode so damn good. it was blissful torture. Nails digging into his chest, she leaned forward. Her expression looked like a mixture of gratification and agony, which made him all the more excited. Horny for her in the worst way.

  “Gio… shit. Your dick feels so good, baby…” Her hips rolled and rocked and she rode him faster, like no other, while Jamie Foxx crooned “Unpredictable.”

  Why do the Black chicks with the big asses always ride the best?! God!

  But he kept that notion to himself as he gripped her tighter.

  “Damn… you went way back with the music, didn’t you?” She sighed, clearly working hard to get the words out. “I love these songs.”

  “Good, baby. It’s for you… I haven’t heard half of ’em before but I wanted somethin’ good to get you in the mood. Ride that dick faster and harder, Nessa. I like to be rode real hard, baby.”

  His wish was her command. Reaching down, he massaged her clit with his thumb and tilted his pelvis upward with each forward motion. He knew how to turn her on, how to work all of her controls. It was always his mission to make her addicted to him, as much as he was addicted to her…

  Their mutual sighs blended, enveloped in the music. The woman froze up and wailed, her body shaking so violently against him. Sitting up, he held her to his chest, kissing her softly, his dick slick with her raining juices.

  “It’s cool, baby… Are you okay?”

  He couldn’t help but crack a smile, then laugh ever so lightly as she continued to convulse, barely able to open her eyes.

  “I hate you,” she finally said with a smile.

  “Nah, baby.” He grinned back at her, running both hands over her shoulders as he throbbed inside her. “You’re fallin’ in love with me…” Her smile slowly faded. He picked her up in his arms and placed her up against a wall. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  She did as he asked, then screamed when he plunged inside her again. Holding her steady, he went hard and fast. His heart felt as if it just might explode.

  “Your dick… shit! I love it, baby! I love your dick!”

  “And what else?” He looked her in her eyes, feeling all sorts of ways.

  “And… I love you, too… Yeah, I love you, Gio.”

  He grunted loud, his body shuddering, muscles locked and cock loaded. He couldn’t speak; the entire English and Italian languages were erased from his damn memory.

  “Baby!”

  He screamed out helplessly as he exploded within her. He punched the wall beside her head for his entire body felt as if it were climaxing, too.

  Angelic arms wrapped around him as his eyes watered. He kept cumming… There seemed to be no end in sight. He stumbled back with her in tow, holding onto her for dear life as he made his way to his bedroom. Sweaty and disoriented, his cock throbbed inside her vessel while she layered his face with the sweetest kisses known to man. Moments later, they were lying under the covers. Her head rested against his chest and he held her close. She fell fast asleep. The beating of her heart felt like an internal orchestra, and he didn’t want to miss a note.

  He wanted to tell her that he loved her a million times… He hoped she understood, that she’d said it for both of them. Saying the words would make it official, and he wasn’t one to keep secrets, to hide how he felt… but this was different. He needed her to know that it was true. When he told her that she was falling in love, those were his feelings… When she said she loved his dick, that made him happy, but it made him happier to hear that she loved who was attached to it, too.

  He lay there in the quiet, the curtains open, allowing him to see the city lights reflecting on his bedroom walls.

  “In this big fuckin’ world, baby, there is so much goin’ on… so much to do and say.”

  He traced her shoulder with his fingertips, talking in a whisper, knowing she was in the land of dreams and couldn’t hear him.

  “But it’s like, we never say the shit we should. We never do what we should do, either, and then we end up having regrets. I don’t wanna have regrets… not about you, anyway.” He ran his hand along her shoulder, then played with her hair. “I can’t imagine my life without you now.”

  He drew quiet for several minutes, just looking at her—watching her sleep. Placing a kiss against her nose, he smiled. Her lids fluttered open and then she looked at him, gazing from partially closed eyes.

  Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, he drew her impossibly closer and placed a kiss at the top of her head.

  “Chinky, I’m in love with you, baby.” He swallowed, not believing what had just come out of his mouth. But it was true… so very true. She kept staring at him, her smile growing bigger as she did.

  “I love you too, Gio.”

  “Good night… go on back to sleep.”

  He sighed and fluffed his pillow. She got resituated on his chest and was asleep again in no time flat. But he just couldn’t… Giovanni was up, wide awake, thinking about life and all the unanswered questions of his youth.

  So… this is how it feels to be in love as a grown man, huh?

  It ain’t too bad…

  Nah, it ain’t too shabby… not bad at all…

  CHAPTER NINE

  E Train and Eggplants…

  …Two Weeks Later

  Terror Squad’s, “Take Me Home” blasted on the Vintage Raps playlist, making Vanessa bob her head on the train ride from Brooklyn with Giovanni by her side. Her leg thrown casually over his, she lounged back, their day on the town coming to a close.

  They shared a splitter from her mp3 so they could vibe to the same tune at the same time. She liked how the man bobbed his head the same exact way she did. He stayed on beat and appeared to be enjoying himself. They grinned at each other and burst out laughing every now and again.

  “When was the last time you’ve fucked with MTA?” She smiled. “With your fancy ass… it’s probably been years.” She sucked her teeth, looking at the stuck-up prick beside her, the man she adored.

  “’Bout three months ago. Sometimes it’s just more convenient depending on where I’m going.” She couldn’t help raise her brow at that. “I’m serious!” He chuckled, then pulled at the brim of his blue Billa Bong snapback. With a backpack looped over his shoulders, jeans so saggy he looked swallowed by the dark denim, and a pair of Timbs and a diamond stud earring in his right lobe, the sexy jerk looked delicious. He swiveled a toothpick out the side of his mouth, sporting a crooked smirk.

  “She wanna take me home… breakfast in the morn’,” he rapped the lyri
cs, making her laugh. “See? I know how to be cool like you.” He smiled wider, showing off those snow white, pretty teeth of his. Taking her hand, he linked their fingers and blew her a kiss. “I love you, baby. Don’t say shit back. I just wanted to say it again.”

  All she could do was smile back at him as the butterflies in her gut took flight.

  “You wanna have a whoopee cushion fight?”

  “A what?!”

  “Yeah… I got like five or six whoopee cushions, and I’ve got some balloons for a balloon fight and shit. I’ve been wanting to see if you can handle a battle bru-tal!”

  “You are absolutely out of your mind. What are you? Thirteen?”

  “I’m childish as a mothafucka, but you knew that already, and you still wanted me.” Sporting a pompous grin, he grasped the handles of his backpack, leaned in towards her, and pressed his lips against hers. “You couldn’t help yourself. Don’t beat yourself up about it though. I’m hard to resist.”

  “She’s got jungle feeeevah! Heeee’s got jungle feeevah! We’ve got jungle feeevah! We’re-in-love!” An old snaggletooth Black man began to sing as he stared pointedly at them, causing them both to burst out laughing.

  The man stomped his foot on the floor and began to clap his wrinkled hands as he continued on. He had a pretty nice voice that sounded a lot like Stevie Wonder’s.

  After a few minutes, the one man show died down and Gio looked longingly into her eyes. She didn’t believe it was all in her mind. He looked completely gone, totally smitten, nose wide open, head over heels in love. She hated to admit it, but it fed her ego like a bottle to a baby…

  Gio the Great had been conquered…

  “Today was a good day, right? Being together… We went to Central Park, walked around. We just spent the whole damn day together… had dinner in Brooklyn. I like this.”

  He stopped suddenly, as if there was something else he wished to say, but simply couldn’t. That was all right; his actions and smile said it all. And then, just like that, he surprised her… Mr. Versatile at her service.