Charmed by a Roughneck 2

by J Peach

  “Mad for what? I was showing yo’ dumbass it wasn’t only a gotdamn fuckin’ thing with that ugly ass babe. Nigga, you got mad as fuck when you realized I was gon’ try to fuck her ugly ass.”

  Akil slapped his brother upside the head as he continued laughing. “Why the fuck you keep calling her ass ugly? She’s cute as fuck, for real, though. Nigga, have you not seen that fuckin’ dent in her back, right above that round fat ass of hers?”

  I turned to Akil, glaring at him. “Mothafucka, are you trying to piss me off?” I snapped, which only made him laugh.

  Akil’s open palm hit against my chest hard. “Now you see how that shit feels when you fuckin’ with Nya’s ass. Although I wholeheartedly mean what I said about yo’ ol’ girl. Baby cute as fuck, and that ass! My damn!” He grunted out while grabbing his stomach.

  “Yo’ ass gonna be honest with yoself or what? It’s more than just a fuckin’ thing with that big-headed ass girl,” Ashaun chimed in.

  I let out a long breath. “Man, why the fuck does it even matter?”

  His eyes stared at his phone as a slow grin crept onto his face. His gaze locked with mine. “So, I won’t try shit with her. You heard what Akil said. I ain’t never had no good ass pussy. I’m tryna get some.” The fact that his ass sounded so serious had me laughing. I couldn’t even be pissed at the nigga.

  “You an ignorant ass sonofabitch. Nigga, she ain’t no toy to be played with, so stay yo’ stupid ass away from her.” Laughing, my hand rubbed over my head as I thought about his question. “Real shit, though, yeah, it’s more than just a fuckin’ thing with shorty. Like I said before, that bitch poisonous as hell. She’s sweet as fuck but got this edge to her ass. The shit is crazy. I be feeling obsessed with her ass at times. That shit scares the fuck outda me, yo, dead ass. On top of that, she be having my ass wanting to tell her shit, like deep shit,” I told them straight up.

  The feeling was bothering the fuck out of me, mainly because I didn’t want to feel like that.

  “Damn…” Ashaun let out a low whistle before rubbing a hand over his face as if he was stressed out. “Yeah, I’m good. I don’t want to have shit to do with her ass. Dead ass. Keep that mothafucka away from me. I don’t need that shit in my life.”

  Grabbing the stress ball, I threw it at his head, but he ducked before it could hit him. “Yo ass retarded as fuck, Shaun. She wasn’t gonna fuck with you, no way. Did you not hear what the fuck she said?”

  He waved me off. “Oh, she wasn’t serious. That was only the warmup rejection—”

  Akil broke out laughing. “Jolly, why the fuck is you entertaining this mothafucka, man? That nigga high and just talking shit to fuck with you. Shaun don’t want that fuckin’ girl. His nose too damn stuck up Yonni’s ass to even try to fuck with yo’ shorty.”

  “Oh yeah, what the fuck is up with you and that babe?” I questioned, curious as hell. I knew it was some tension between the two of them, but since Shaun fucked with her twin, shorty wasn’t trying to give him no play. Which I found strange as hell because when we were all together, the sex rolled off the two of those mothafuckas in waves.

  Ashaun sat up in the chair, grabbed the blunt from the ashtray, and lit it. “The meeting with Que went smooth as hell—” He changed the subject instead of diving into the complicated situation between him and Yonni. “We gon’ front them some work. Play this shit out a little longer, make those niggas put in some real work first before we show them the spot. I also got Que to sign over the title to his damn truck and had him talk Trell into doing the same. That was the only way I was going to give those niggas shit. So, if they can’t pay me for the work I’m frontin’ their ass, I got two nice ass trucks in my name, and we’re still gonna kill both those mothafuckas. It’s a win, win for me.” He smiled before pulling on the blunt.

  “And Que was cool with signing his shit over?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “Que was a little put off by that shit at first, but like I told him, I don’t know them niggas, and I damn sho’ ain’t no fuckin’ charity. They got to put something up in order for me to do business with them. So, he agreed and said he would talk to his nigga. I told him once I got word from him, I’ll drop the shit off to him.” Shaun started laughing then. “That nigga like, we ain’t gon’ pick the shit up? These niggas had to have been fuckin’ with some straight dummies, yo. Mac ass was like, mothafucka are you stupid? Nigga, we don’t fuckin’ know y’all ass. You mothafuckas could be dangerous.”

  I fell out laughing. I could picture Mac saying that shit with a straight and serious ass face.

  “Man, it took everything in me not to bust the fuck up laughing at that fool. That nigga crazy as hell. Answer me this. How yo’ shorty gon’ feel when you off her nigga?” Ashaun questioned, causing them all to look at me.

  “Who the fuck said she had to know shit? I ain’t gon’ bring it up. Plus, this don’t have shit to do with her,” I pointed out, and Ashaun’s lips twisted like I was lying. “Mothafucka, yo’ ass the one who put me on this nigga. I ain’t know it was her dude until after the fact. Fuck you talkin’ ’bout?”

  “Why the fuck you tryna snap on me? I ain’t said shit. You got a guilty conscience, baby?”

  Ashaun was a stupid mothafucka when he was high. Once again, I started laughing. “Man, fuck you. Give me that gotdamn blunt.” He handed it over, and I sat back in my chair, really thinking about the question. Messing with Janessa didn’t give me any motivation to kill Montrell. Hell, the fact that he was trying to set my cousin up had everything to do with it. “If anything, I’ll be doing her ass a favor by killing his ass, because if we don’t, that fuckin’ boy of hers will end up doing that shit, real talk.”

  “No shit?” Jonell asked.

  Looking at him, I nodded. “Dead ass. That little nigga told me that shit himself, and I believe his ass. Little dude said he be dreaming about that shit. So, shid, I’d rather us take dude out than little man doing it.”

  “Damn…” Akil mumbled, and again, I nodded. “You think she really done with ol’ boy?”

  I felt like she was. Nessa wasn’t shit like I expected her to be. She wasn’t that weak, pushover chick. She was just someone who ended up in a fucked-up situation and made the best out of it. The genuine and loyal person that she is was what held her in that relationship. Now that she was out of it, I just didn’t see her going back. When that nigga put her out, that was the opening for her to really leave.

  “I think she is. Would she want that nigga dead, though? I doubt it,” I told him before I started laughing as I saw the knife on Ashaun’s desk. Reaching over, I grabbed it. “That little nigga threatened me with a switchblade. Mothafucka told me, if I ever hurt his momma, he’ll kill me when he gets older. Then he turned around and said, then again, I got a switchblade, and I can slit your throat while I’m still a kid,” I explained while playing with the knife.

  The trio in the room broke out laughing. “Hell nah, man! What the fuck did you say after that?” Akil asked.

  “Some dumb ass shit. I already know,” Jonell pointed out while laughing.

  I chuckled at that. “I told his ass to sharpen his damn blade and hide it good but keep it in reach.”

  “I told you.” Nelly fell out laughing. “That’s fucked up. Yo, stay away from that damn boy. Nigga, you a bad influence already on that boy.”

  My brows rose at that. “Nigga, he a bad influence on me. Fuck you talking about? Man, that little boy bad as shit, but acts sweet as fuck in front of his momma. Shid, that nigga was tryna pay me to beat Montrell’s ass again. Talking about, I don’t seem expensive, and I look like I’ll work for fifteen-twenty bucks—” They fell out again, cracking the fuck up. “Yo, that shit ain’t funny.”

  “Yo, I got to meet this little dude. I got to witness this shit for myself, man.” Akil said, cracking up.

  “Dude funny as fuck, real shit, though. I’ight, y’all, I’m about to go hit the ring before Tiny gets here,” I told them as I stood up. “Nelly, come on.
You can spar with me.” Jonell groaned but got up nonetheless and followed me to the locker room.

  “Oh, I know what I meant to ask you,” Janessa said, coming into the living room. With her leg tucked underneath her thigh, she sat down beside me. “Do you know your cousin called me the other day? Claiming to be checking up on you, but it was more… flirty?”

  “Yeah, I was in the room when he called you—gone now, why the hell you hit me?” Laughing, I grabbed her wrist.

  She snatched her arms free and hit me again. “For letting him play on my phone. I was mad that he would even try something like that. And you knew.” She hit me again before laughing.

  “I didn’t know what the fuck he was about to do until after he had done it, for real. Shid, but you handled yoself. I didn’t even have to snap off on that nigga.”

  She stared at me thoughtfully. “How did I even come up, though?”

  Laughing, my hand rubbed over my mouth. Thinking about how she was brought up had my head shaking. “It ain’t shit you got to worry about—”

  Janessa’s hands waved, cutting me off. “No, don’t do that, be honest. How was I brought up in y’all conversation?”

  “Man, he wanted to prove a point. He asked if what we got going on is something serious or not…” Janessa’s laughter stopped me from talking.

  “You said no, and he called me, then you started to feel some type of way until you heard my reply, then you were good. Am I right?” she questioned with a raised brow as if daring me to lie.

  I muffed her head to the side. “Don’t act like you fuckin’ know me, Nessa.”

  Grabbing my hand, she entwined our fingers then looked up at me with that smile of hers that made a mothafucka weak. “But, I’m right, though.” She leaned into me, pressing her lips to mine. “I know what we have, Jerome. We aren’t together, and I’m fine with that. Truthfully, I like what we have. I have no expectations of you, and I don’t want you to feel like I do. Unless we both agree upon it, we already had this talk. Right now, though, I’m just getting back to myself, and I don’t want to change that.”

  I didn’t know why I wasn’t straight up with her like normal. Hell, then again, it could’ve been because I didn’t know where her head was at when it came to us.

  “Yeah, I know that, but I ain’t want you to feel some type of way.” She rolled her eyes at that. “Don’t be doing all that shit.” I pulled her closer to me, and she laughed.

  “That’s you acting scared to tell me what you said. And as you can see, I’m cool. I didn’t break down crying.” She pecked my lips once, then turned around and lay against me. Taking my arms, she pulled them across her chest. “So… what about me had them clowning you?” she asked, kissing my forearm.

  “What makes you think it was something about you?” Her lips stopped moving along my arm, and she glanced over at me with a raised brow. “Fuck you, Nessa. It wasn’t shit, though, so don’t worry about it.”

  She sat up and faced me. “Now I’m really curious as to what was said. Why won’t you just tell me? Is it something bad? What?”

  “It wasn’t shit bad. Me sleeping, that’s it.”

  The confused look that came to her face made me laugh.

  “You sleeping? What does that have to do with me? Hell, you slept in my class too. I don’t get it,” she spoke, and I could tell she was lost.

  “That’s why I said it wasn’t shit.” Cupping the side of her neck, I brought her mouth to mine. “How long you got until yo’ kids get back?” I forced her back on the couch, getting between her legs.

  Janessa stopped me before I could kiss her again. “We have a few hours before Keenan brings them back. Today is his son’s birthday, so they’re going to be out for a while. Get up.” She patted my chest. Groaning, I sat back on the other end of the couch. I watched as she got up and fixed her dress. “Come on.” She held her hand out for me.

  Standing, I took her hand, and she led us upstairs to her bedroom.

  Coming up behind her, my hands gripped her dress. I then pulled it off. Janessa was in a matching black lace panty and bra set. Pulling her head to the side, my mouth went to her neck, sucking on the skin while my hand slid into her panties. My fingers played with her swelling pearl as my hand squeezed and played with her breast. My fingers pushed inside her pussy, and immediately, her inner walls began to suck on the digits.

  Janessa’s head fell against my chest, her hand gripped my wrist, and she pushed her ass into me as she panted. I bit the skin on her neck before sucking on it.

  “Ooh, Jerome.” She moaned while snaking her arm around the nape of my neck as my fingers fucked her. “Baby, don’t tease me.” She groaned as her hand tightened around my slowly thrusting fingers.

  My mouth left her neck and went to her ear. “All you got to do is tell me what you want.” My hand left her breast and went to her hair. Jerking her head back, I sucked on her bottom lip. “What you want, Nessa?”

  She turned to me, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and pulled it off. She then undid my jeans, pushing them down my hips. Standing on her tiptoes, she went to kiss me, but I pulled back.

  “You ain’t answer my question.” I backed her against the king-sized bed. Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I took off her panties.

  Taking hold of my face, she forced my head down, so she could kiss me. Laughing, my arms went around her waist, and I started to lift her, but she stopped me. “Mm. Nuh uh.” She moved my arms from her body. “Get on the bed,” she instructed while biting my bottom lip. With my lip between her teeth, she sucked on it, before pulling her head back and letting it pop from her mouth. All the while, her hand moved to my dick, slightly squeezing the sensitive head. Janessa’s tongue flicked over my bottom lip then the top. “I wanna fuck your face while I suck your dick,” she said while turning us around.

  A groan left my mouth as she gave my tip another squeeze. “Fuck.” Shorty was sexy as hell. However, Janessa’s actions showed me she was the more dominant one when it came to sex. That explained why my aggressiveness was such a turn on for her. “Yo’ ass done got ten times sexier, deadass.”

  A grin stretched across her lips, and she pushed me on the bed. Laughing, I moved to the middle of the bed and lay back. “Come on.” I beckoned her to me.

  Janessa got on the bed and stopped between my legs. Grabbing my dick, she sucked on the tip while stroking down my shaft. Cupping my balls, she squeezed while taking me to the back of her throat and moaning around my head.

  “Fuck!” Grabbing her hair, I tried to pull her head back. She peeked up at me and started sucking, her head bobbing while she massaged my sack. My head fell back on the bed as streams of grunts and groans spilled from my mouth. “Gotdamn, Nessa, fuck!” Baby’s mouth was sinful as fuck; she knew exactly how to suck and swallow a gotdamn dick. I knew if she kept handling my shit in that way, I was going to nut. My hand tightened in her hair, and I forcibly jerked her head back. “Sweetheart…” I couldn’t even tell her ass not to do my shit like that, because it was what shorty was supposed to do. “Come put that pussy in my mouth.” My hand tightened on her hair as she sucked on my tip once more. “Get yo’ ass up here, Nessa,” I demanded, and there was a gleam of excitement in her eyes.

  Janessa didn’t need to be told again as she climbed on top of me. With her ass and bare pussy facing me, my fingers ran through her folds, playing with her clit. My hand squeezed then slapped her ass cheek hard as my fingers pushed inside her throbbing sex.

  “Mmm…” She moaned, her ass slowly moving on my fingers. “Oh shit!” Janessa’s forehead fell against my pelvis as I started sucking on her clit. My fingers left her cave, and my tongue dove into her pretty, glistening, pink tunnel. “Ooh, fuck, Rome. Ohhh, God, just like that, baby.” Nessa’s hips rolled against my mouth as I started to suck on her swollen pearl once again.

  My hand moved to the back of her head, and I pushed it down toward my dick. She chuckled lightly before moaning as my tongue pushed into her warm cove. Janessa’s f
orehead once again fell on my pelvis, and her ass started to bounce as she fucked my tongue.

  “Gotdamn, baby—no, don’t stop,” she whined, moving her hips as if trying to find that friction once again.

  My hand hit hard against her ass. “Then yo’ ass better start sucking my dick.” I pushed her head down toward the tip of my soldier. “Stop playing.”

  Once Janessa took hold of my dick and started sucking on the tip, my mouth latched onto her clit. She rolled her hips, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

  Squeezing her ass, my tongue began to work her inside. Janessa’s ass started to bounce as she fucked my tongue.

  “Ooh, shit!” she cried out as her forehead fell against my stomach. “Ooh, ooh, like that.” She moaned before her teeth sank into my abdomen as her orgasm shook through her body. “Ooh, stop.” She raised her hips, so I would stop sucking on her sensitive nub.

  Laughing, my hand smacked her ass. I then bit her cheek. My fingers went to her clit, and I slightly pinched it as my tongue stroked her pretty, pink core. Her hips twitched again, and she groaned as I sucked on her clit.

  “Jerome, stop!”

  I smacked her ass again. “That mothafucka is beautiful. You got that sexy bitch in my face, and you gon’ tell me to stop. That mothafucka beautiful, dead ass, Nessa.” She had a pretty, pink pussy with a nice, smooth, caramel ass to match. “Gone ’head and hop on that dick.” I slapped her booty once more.

  Janessa’s ass moved on my chest. “You gonna get it wet for me?” she asked.

  That mothafucka was sexy as shit, and she probably didn’t even realize it. Laughing, I grabbed her cheeks and separated them. Immediately, my tongue went to work.

  “Mmm, shit.” Janessa moaned while working her hips against my mouth. “Oooh…” She moved from my mouth and straddled my hips.