by J Peach
The loud, blaring music coming into the room brought my eyes to the door. The girls stood there as if silently asking if I wanted company. “Y’all can come in.”
“Who would’ve thought one night out could reveal all this shit,” Sha questioned, laughing.
“We brought drinks,” Yonni said, holding up a gallon of water. “I figured we all had enough liquor. Shit, I’m still drunk.” She really looked like it too. I was surprised she was still standing. I guess adrenaline can really bring down a person’s drunkenness.
“I got cups.” Nya looked completely sober. She looked like how I wanted to feel.
“What did she take? I’m burning up, and my stomach feels queasy.” I groaned.
“Dick,” Sha blurted, and Nya pushed her. “That’s what she took.”
“I told you that shit works,” Yonni exclaimed before pointing out of the room. “And you got a whole ass fine dildo out there.”
I broke out laughing before groaning. “How can you even think about bouncing on a dick when feeling like this?”
Sha fell back on the couch and threw her legs up. “Who said we had to bounce? Bitch, lay there like this, and tell him to take that poom-poom.”
I broke out laughing. “Yo’ ass is too damn much, Sha.” My head shook at her before I looked at the other girls. I couldn’t resist smiling at them. “Thank y’all, I really needed this night. Seriously. Except for the fighting and shit. I swear I’m not into drama, I don’t like altercations or fighting—”
Nya’s hand covered mine. “Babe, you don’t have to explain shit to us. We were there, and we know. Hell, you warned them. So, hey, shit happened. But you’re definitely getting out more, and you’re joining my dance class just so you can have some you time. Oh, and that’s not up for discussion,” she stated.
Laughing, I nodded as I made myself comfortable on the couch. “I wasn’t going to disagree with you.” I looked through the glass doors at Jerome. He stood there talking to his cousin Akil. “I think Trell made Jerome feel some type of way. Maybe he thinks I’ll go running back to him or something. I don’t want him to think that. I really like him,” I spoke more to myself than to them.
“He likes you too, Nessa. He’s just… a damn King. Plus, he has to get used to emotions, especially the ones he feels for you. Don’t stress over Rome. You got him, seriously,” Nya assured me.
I didn’t reply, I just lay there staring at him. I was, in fact, crazy about him too.
Groaning, my hand went to my pounding head, rubbing it. The movement underneath me caused my rubbing to stop. I looked up into Jerome’s sleeping face. I glanced around us into the unfamiliar, dark grey bedroom. I didn’t know where the hell I was or how I even got there. The last thing I remembered was being at the club.
I wasn’t worried or concerned, especially not with Jerome around. Instead of getting up, my arm went around his waist as I made myself comfortable against him. Sighing, my fingers ran over his tattooed chest as I thought about everything that had happened.
I knew I shouldn’t have cared, but I hoped that Carrie was alright, her and the baby. Hell, I hoped that baby and Carrie made Trell happy. That way, he would leave me alone. Hopefully, that was what he really needed to get over me.
Even so, it didn’t make sense to me. If he was so happy about her pregnancy, why the hell was he calling and crying over me? I didn’t have the answers to those questions, and I wasn’t about to go looking for them either.
Sighing once more, my lips pressed against Rome’s chest as my leg went over his. Again, my fingers slowly ran over his chest, then down to his pelvis before coming up again. Mindlessly, I continued that action as my mind went back to the night’s events. Keenan. Running into him had me excited for my kids because they needed family.
I felt bad given how my parents were. They simply didn’t want to have shit to do with us, and I hated that. Part of me wanted to reach out to them since it had been years to see if they had changed. It was really wishful thinking, honestly. Hell, my whole family left my parents alone when I was just a little girl, so I knew none of them, and I never went looking for them either. Why? I didn’t know. Then again, maybe it was because they never came looking for me.
Jerome moved slightly, and I kissed his chest as if that was going to ease him somehow. My fingers continued their mindless roaming over his body. A groan left Jerome’s mouth as his hand covered mine, causing its movement to stop.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I mumbled, kissing his chest.
“I wasn't sleep,” he said in a groggy tone.
Chuckling, I looked up at him. His eyes were still closed. After a second, he peeked at me out of one eye. “Liar.” I laughed lightly as I continued to stare at him.
Jerome was just so damn handsome; he was fine as hell. But it was the way he made me feel that had my gaze stuck on him. Being with him was like breathing for the first time ever. He was exhilarating to me. And given my history with men, I should’ve been running away from him and not doing the opposite.
“I wasn’t avoiding you, Janessa. I had other shit to take care of these past few days. It ain’t have shit to do with you,” he explained.
My teeth grabbed my bottom lip before I sighed. “Are you sure? I mean, because you started acting distant after that whole thing with Trell. I don’t want his actions to run you off.”
Although his eyes were still closed, Jerome’s brows went up before they furrowed. “Let that mothafucka run me off? Sweetheart, you don’t know me at all, real shit. I ain’t fucked up off that nigga crying or shit like that, man. If you don’t start acting differently, I don’t have nothing to be fucked up about.” His hand moved down to my thigh, and he pulled it up. “Are you sober?” he suddenly asked.
I bit his chest and laughed. “Yes, I’m sober. Why would you ask that?”
He rolled over so that he was on top of me. “Shid, I had to make sure. Yo’ drunk ass kept trying to fuck me last night. You a nasty ass fuckin’ drunk, yo,” he claimed, looking dead ass serious.
My lips popped, and I broke out laughing. “Stop lying, no, I wasn’t.”
“Shid if you wasn’t. You tried to suck my dick twice in the truck, and then yo’ ass got pissed when I stopped you. When we got in the room, you tried to fuck again, but I stopped you, so yo’ ass stripped down and got in the bed naked. Rubbing yo ass on me and everything.” Jerome broke out laughing. “Yo’ ass lucky I ain’t take advantage of that shit. I had to leave the fuckin’ room until yo’ ass went to sleep.”
I looked down at my naked body. I didn’t even realize I was naked until that moment. Groaning from embarrassment, my hand covered my face. “I’m so sorry, I don’t even remember that. Oh, my god!”
“Oh, you think I’m fine and sexy as fuck?” Although it was phrased as a question, that damn smirk on his lips told me it was anything but that.
“I didn’t say that?” His head nodded, the smirk said it all; I had. “Oh, God!” I whined.
“Oh, you love how my dick feels, you can’t wait to fuck my big ass dick again. I was the best sex of your life. And you think I’m some type of refreshing breath of air or some shit like that.”
I wanted to die. I knew he wasn’t lying about that last bit because I thought and felt like that. I just wanted to hide under a rock and die. In the end, I just broke out laughing. “You must’ve done something to make me act like that.”
His head shook. “I didn’t do shit but help you to the truck. But shid, now that you’re sober…” He pulled the sheet that covered my body away. Rome pushed his boxers down, then grabbed my hand and brought it to his dick. My pussy muscles jumped at the sight of his semi-hard, thick dick.
“You wanna fuck it?”
Hell, if I didn’t. I nodded while stroking him. There was no point in me lying. I wanted it just as bad as I wanted him. “Yeah, I wanna fuck your dick.”
Rome grinned as he grabbed my right leg and put it on his shoulder. He pushed my other leg out, spreadin
g me so that I was wide open for him. I brought his dick to my fold, rubbing it through my slit. The friction of it running over my clit had me moaning as my pussy throbbed for his invasion.
My lips parted, and I gasped as I moved his tip over my swollen pearl. It felt so damn good. My eyes rose, only to see that Jerome was watching me. He took hold of his dick and brought it to my entrance. His tip pushed in, and again, I gasped, staring down at his long, thick shaft. He pulled out. His tip glistened with my juices, and he ran it over my clit before pushing back into my soaking love box.
He pushed in a bit further. I felt him about to retreat, and my hands gripped his hips. “Don’t pull out. Fuck me—mmm, shit,” I moaned as I pulled him more into me.
His hips started to roll as he pushed forward, trying to ease his full length into me. I felt myself being stretched, and although it did hurt, the pleasure outweighed the pain. My hips rose, working, rolling with his as my hands held onto his hips, pushing him more into me.
“Ooh, fuck, Jerome.”
He pulled out, then pushed back inside me. “Gotdamn.” He grunted as I moaned. He pulled out again, rubbing his glistening dick through my slit, playing with my clit before he thrust back inside my pussy.
“Oh, my God!” I cried out pleasurably as he continued to thrust until he filled me completely. My pussy squeezed around him, milking his dick. My nails bit into his hips as he pounded into my soaking cave. “Ooh, Rome, aah shit. Ooh, God!”
He felt so damn good. On top of that, he was so attentive. As his dick stroked me, his hands and mouth attended to my breasts, squeezing and suckling on my nipples.
“Oh shit!” He grunted before slowing his pace. He leaned into me, bringing his lips to mine. My arms moved around his neck as I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to snake into my mouth and tangle with mine.
Jerome’s hips rolled before he started a hard, deep thrust. I couldn’t focus on kissing him and trying to keep my breath. I simply couldn’t do both. Apparently, he couldn’t either because his rough strokes slowed, and he continued to kiss me.
The way his lips caressed mine was the same. His movement, however, wasn’t like before. Although I loved his roughness, the caressing his body was giving mine gave me a completely different high. The pleasure was like no other, it was better. He dug into me with his short, deep strokes.
“Fuck, Nessa!” He grunted against my mouth.
My back arched, and I pulled my mouth from his as I orgasmed. “Ah! Oh, my god!” I cried as he continued to thrust as I rode out my orgasm. “Shit!” I panted as I kissed him.
Jerome’s head pulled back, and he looked at me strangely before he sat back. There was a sudden disconnect in him. “Turn over.” He tapped my thigh, and I did as he asked. His hand slapped my ass once, then twice before he squeezed my cheeks.
“Mmm…” My ass pushed back into him as his dick ran through my slit, rubbing over my clit.
“Shit!” He grunted as he thrust into me. “Gotdamn.” His hand came down on my ass. He pulled my hair from the tie then fisted my length tightly. “You gonna fuck it?” He pulled my head back as he pushed completely into me.
My hand went behind me, and I pushed him back. “Ah, shit, Rome! Hold up…” I groaned. He was too deep. He eased back. His hand rubbed over my booty until I was ready to move. I eased down on him, not completely, however. My ass bounced on his dick at a fast, rhythmic pace. “Ooh, ooh, fuck!” I cried.
As I threw my ass back, Jerome thrust forth, his girth stuffing me gave that rough pleasure that I craved. It felt so damn amazing.
“Ah, fuck!” Jerome grunted as his grip tightened on my hips, and he started to frantically pound into my pussy.
My teeth bit into the pillow, catching my screams of pleasure as I orgasmed again.
“Shit!” His body jerked while he pushed deep into my pussy. “Gotdamn.” His hand slapped my ass before shaking my right cheek. “You good?” Rome fisted my hair and pulled my head back. “You straight?” He repeated, kissing my shoulder.
Nodding, my face tilted toward his, and I kissed him. “Better than straight. Oh, my god!” I let out a breathless, satisfied laugh before a small moan followed as he pulled out of me. “Jerome, stop! You play too much.” I grabbed his wrist as his fingers rubbed against my clit.
“That was an accident. I was grabbing for my dick, real shit,” he lied as he lay beside me. “Man, kick that shit off this bed,” he said, kicking the sheets from his legs. “Damn.” Panting, he glanced down at me. Grabbing my arm, he motioned for me to come closer.
I did. My head lay on his chest. “I thought you was hot.”
“Shid, I am, hot as fuck. That don’t mean you can’t be close, though.”
His whole demeanor had completely changed. That disconnect I felt moments ago was no longer there. So, I knew it couldn’t have been me that made him feel a way, it was something within him. Sighing, I kissed his chest and placed my leg over his pelvis while allowing my fingers to dance over his chest.
“What you thinking about?” His hand came to my hair, and he pulled my head back.
Licking my lips, I shrugged. “I don’t wanna get too mushy on you.” My teeth gripped my bottom lip, trying to seem playful, but I wanted to ask him questions about what he felt. I really wanted to know what the hell happened at that moment.
“Mushy?” He reached over and grabbed his phone. “It’s six in the morning…” he hissed lowly. “Yeah, it’s too early for some mushy shit.”
Laughing, I popped his chest. “You play too much.” My laughter died down, and I just stared at him. I was really falling for Jerome, and that was crazy to me. I had never fallen for a guy that hard and so fast.
His head lowered, and he kissed me. “You got that look in yo’ eyes again. What you thinking about?”
My brows furrowed in confusion. “What look?”
“The look I told you about. Like you about to fall in love or some shit.”
My eyes rolled hard. “Oh, God, shut up. I don’t give you that damn look.” I did remember him telling me that. It seemed like forever ago when he said that. “Who would’ve thought we would end up like this, though?”
His finger raised. “I knew it. Shid, I been knowing we was gonna fuck. I ain’t know how or when exactly, but I knew it was going to happen eventually. Shid, I saw that yo’ ass wanted it—” He grabbed my wrist while laughing. “Stop hitting me. I'm dead ass serious, yo.”
“You’re an asshole.” Laughing, I made myself even more comfortable as I wrapped my arm around his waist. “It’s more than just sex when we’re together. I like the person I am when I’m with you,” I admitted, not wanting to lie to him about anything. It was true. I liked what he brought out of me. I didn’t have to hide what I thought when I was with him, nor did I have to pretend to be someone else entirely. I was me.
Jerome’s lips pressed against mine as his thumb rubbed along my cheek. “Go to sleep,” he muttered.
I wasn’t the least bit surprised by his reply. I personally didn’t think he knew how to accept feelings. Yeah, he could admit to liking and wanting me. Even so, I didn’t think he was entirely ready to embrace what those emotions brought out. Given what these past several years had been like for him, I wasn’t mad or offended by his reaction. I guess because a part of me understood. Hell, to be honest, I was just glad he wasn’t pushing me away or shutting me out.
I chuckled lightly at his response, but I didn’t say anything else. We lay there silently until I finally dozed off.
When I woke up, it was to an empty bed. I didn’t know how long Jerome had been gone, and immediately, I thought about going to search for him but decided against it.
I was hot and felt sticky from early morning sex. I needed to get clean, at least smell fresh before I started roaming around. At the foot of the bed lay a black maxi dress, which I assumed was meant for me to put on once I was up. On the side of the dress was the black bra I had worn last night. Picking it up, I smelled it, and the fresh scent o
f clothes detergent filled my nose. It had been washed. Jerome must have washed it for me. I looked around for the dress I wore and my panties; neither was in sight. My eyes rolled, and I laughed, knowing without a doubt that was Jerome’s doing as well.
I went to the ensuite and took a bath. Once I was done, I put on the dress and bra, then pulled my hair into a bun. The ringing phone on the nightstand grabbed my attention. I immediately went to it, thinking it was mine. It wasn’t; it was Jerome’s. The name, Diamond, was on the screen. I didn’t bother answering it. Instead, I grabbed it then left the room in search of Jerome.
I followed the voices to the first floor and into the living room where everybody was talking. It was Jerome, Jonell, Akil, Ashaun, Nya, Sha, Yonni, and Snoop. Once they noticed me, the talking died down. I didn’t know why, but I immediately felt flushed.
“Oh, the dress fit,” Nya admired with a nod of her head.
I looked down at the dress and mimicked her action. “Yeah, it does, thanks.”
“So…” Sha stared me over, grinning hard as hell. Again, I became flushed from her gaze. “Did he give you that big dick?”
Yonni hit her twin. “Sha’yonna!” she yelled but broke out laughing no less.
My eyes shot to Jerome, who was covering his mouth. His shoulders shook as he laughed in his hands. “You told them?” I accused him.
His head shook. “I ain’t said shit. That was all on you, baby.” He pointed to me.
“He didn’t say anything. I was in the truck. I had front row seats to the show. You put on this nice front, but yo’ ass can be aggressive as hell. ’Cause, baby, I would’ve fucked you with how hard you were coming on to that man,” Sha claimed, still laughing.
“I second that, because Akil would never turn away,” Nya pointed out as she joined in the laughter.
“Sholl in the fuck wouldn’t. I would’ve had her folded the fuck up after she sucked my dick in the truck,” Akil chimed in.
Nya hit him. “You didn’t even have to say that last bit.”