Snatched Up By A Bad Boy

by Prenisha Aja

  His words were powerful. They turned me on, made my soul crave more, had my toes curling up and had stimulated my mind and body as if he was physically touching me.

  I heard him though. I felt it, and I knew he was speaking nothing but facts.

  “And are you the bad boy I need to be giving my heart to?” I raised my right brow out of curiosity.

  “We’ll just have to see.” He shrugged.

  He leaned over the center console, and his minty breath from the gum he was chewing tickled my nose.

  Sawyer licked his lips and stared at me. Unbeknownst to him, he was knocking down barriers that I had put up.

  “Just kiss me,” I thought I said to myself, but the moment I heard Sawyer chuckle I knew that I hadn’t.

  “Shit, say less,” he replied as he went in for the kill.

  He placed his lips against mine, gently delivering small but powerful pecks that had my heart thumping. His lips were soft. With his hand now aggressively gripping my neck, he pulled me in for a deeper kiss and he snaked his tongue into my mouth, giving me the pleasure of tasting his Winter-fresh gum.

  “Mhmm,” a moan escaped my mouth, and my eyes subconsciously closed as I enjoyed everything about this moment.

  “Let’s get out of here and enjoy a bite to eat before you become what I eat.”

  He reluctantly pulled himself away from me and adjusted his hard on before he got out the car.

  I cleared my throat, ran my hands through my hair and tried to gain my good girl composure back.

  Sawyer got out of the car, made his way around the front of the car and opened the door for me.

  I looked up into his hooded, sexy eyes and blushed. He reached his hand out for mine and grabbed it, exiting the car.

  “By the way, you look good as fuck,” he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

  I instantly blushed. For this date I had decided to wear this cute two-piece outfit that I had gotten out of a store called Fashion Sense. The top tied up around the neck, exposed my back and showed off just a little cleavage. The shorts were high-waisted and matched the same pattern as the shirt. It was very flirty, and I felt it was very appropriate for our first date.

  And the black wedge heels added a few inches to my height, but I still wasn’t nowhere near as tall as Sawyer.

  “Thank you,” I replied, placing a kiss on his check.

  When we entered, we were quickly greeted and seated in the far back, away from everyone, but the view was amazing. Outside of the window was a small pound, that had a very pretty white and gold fountain in the middle. The water sprouted from the top and lights glowed all around it.

  “This is really beautiful,” I smiled.

  I was excited to know this date was going well without the drama. I was happy also that Troy had stopped calling me.

  “I know... I had to bring my A game with you.” He chuckled as he leaned back in his chair, with his long legs stretched out.

  Everything about his ass was hood, even when he tried not to dress in the baggy pants, Jordan’s and fitted caps.

  As we sat, talked, and enjoyed a nice hot meal, not once did my smile leave my face. It was stuck there, and my cheeks were growing sore.

  Sawyer was hood but a gentleman which I was growing to like already.

  “You got somewhere to be? I ain’t trying to take you home just yet.” He placed his card down on top of the receipt as we waited for the waiter to pick it up.

  “Not really,” I answered.

  “Alright, cool.”

  We then continued to sit and wait for the waiter to pick up his payment so we could head out.

  We were now in his car, top down, music blasting, riding through the hood, his hood.

  The night sky was filled with stars and the moon seemed to shine as bright as the sun. My hair was flowing in the wind and the three glasses of wine that I had drunk were slowly sneaking up on me.

  “Aye yo, Saw,” one of the niggas that was standing on the block with a few more guys called Sawyer’s name and he turned to see who it was.

  “Aye Murda, what’s good my boy,” Sawyer hollered out from his car as he slowed down.

  Once I realized the car was coming to a complete stop, I whipped my head in his direction.

  “Why are we stopping?” I questioned.

  I knew nothing good came from being on the block late at night. Nothing came with that but trouble. Jail, murder or being a witness to it all.

  I grew up in the hood, so I saw certain things, but I was blessed to not have to be a victim to it. To let it hold me back.

  “Let me holla at my boy real quick,” he told me as he got out the car and walked over to them.

  I watched Sawyer dap them up and whatever intoxication I was once feeling was now gone.

  Being around guys that I knew most likely had guns tucked in the back of their pants or drugs tucked inside of their socks caused me to sober up real quick.

  I wanted to be aware of my surroundings.

  “What’s good my boy? I see you living the good life.” The dude who Sawyer called Murda had his hands clasped together in front of him as he stood looking like he had just finished doing jail time.

  He was buff and was sporting a wife beater, some Dickie pants and Chuck Taylor’s on his feet.

  “I’m getting by, so when you get out?” Sawyer asked, confirming what I already knew.

  “Been out for ‘bout a month now,” he let Sawyer know, and they continued to talk about everything that had been going on in the hood, what he missed, and Sawyer invited him to one of his shows.

  As they talked, I noticed a black car driving up slowly, too slow.

  My heart began to race, my palms began to sweat, and I wanted to yell for Sawyer to bring his ass on.

  The men stopped talking, stood tall, and their stance was as if they were ready for the army.

  “POW, POW, POW!” the noise of someone yelling out, mimicking the sound of gunshots caused me to jump and shriek.

  Out jumped the same guy from the club that Sawyer had gotten into it with. He wore a grimy smirk on his face as he approached the guys.

  I eyed Sawyer carefully. He was no longer looking friendly. His eyebrows damn near touched from the scowl he wore on his face. I could see his jaw line clench as the street light shined down on them.

  “Aye, what’s good y’all?” The guy passed by Sawyer, making sure to mug him in the process.

  Sawyer chuckled, ran his hands over his beard and remained solid. I knew he was most likely calculating his next move because he looked in my direction.

  Come on, I mouthed to him, and he nodded.

  “Aye Murda, let me catch you later before it be a murder scene out here.” Sawyer curled his lip up and mugged the fuck out of the guy that had walked up.

  “Everything good?” Murda asked.

  “Remember, say less.” Sawyer walked up on the guy and I just knew things were about to go left.

  Jumping out the car, I rushed as fast I could in the heels that I had on.

  “Let’s go Sawyer.” I pulled his arm and began to walk away.

  “It ain’t over,” the same guy voiced, and what the fuck he do that for?

  Sawyer jerked away from me so fast, I spun.

  I didn’t have time to even catch up to him because his long strides had him back in front of the guy.

  Before I knew it, Sawyer had punched him dead in his shit, sending him flying across the pavement.

  All you could hear was oh’s and awe as the guys began to pull their phones out and record it.

  “World Star,” one of the younger guys said as they laughed and talked shit.

  Sawyer stood there as his chest heaved up and down, his fist balled up and he wore the sexiest scowl ever. He was pissed, and I didn’t know if I should stay put or walk over and let him know we needed to leave.

  Finally, Sawyer walked away and was now getting in the car.

  The whole ride was quiet, and I had no clue what to say. The night had b
een ruined and to be honest, this was what I was trying to avoid.

  As we drove in the silence, the sky began to rumble and light up. Not even a few minutes later, it began to pour down raining.

  It began to rain so hard that Sawyer didn’t even have time to let the top up on the car before we were soaked. I was screaming, trying to cover my hair as he set there with a blank expression. I had never witnessed him like that, so cold and spaced out.

  Sawyer quickly exited the freeway and we were now pulling up into a nice neighborhood. The rain had let up a little but at this point, it didn’t even matter; we were already soaked.

  Pulling in front of a gated house, Sawyer pulled out a key card, scanned it and the gate opened.

  If this was his house, it was extremely nice and huge. It was bigger than any house that I had ever seen or been inside of.

  As he drove up the long driveway, he hit a button on his keys that brought the garage door open. He pulled the car in and shut it off.

  “I’m sorry about tonight. I get it if you don’t want to fuck with a nigga after this. Let me just go in, change into some dry clothes and switch cars. I got some shit for you too if you want to change,” he expressed as he got out the car.

  He pulled his phone out and began texting as he went through the side door. Sighing, I got out the car and entered his home. The cold air hit me and caused me to shiver. Sawyer peeped it and quickly cut off the fans and the AC.

  “My bad, follow me.” He waved me in his direction, and I did.

  We entered his massive bedroom that was decorated with all-white everything. As I watched him dig around for something for me to put on, I finally decided to say something. His words in the car had touched me. In a way, that made me feel bad because truth be told, none of the times he was involved in drama were his fault.

  “I just want you to know I don’t blame you for what happened tonight,” I expressed as I nervously rubbed up and down the side of my left arm.

  When I spoke, he stopped searching and stood still. His hands gripped the edge of the dresser as he looked up at the ceiling before releasing a heavy sigh.

  “Man, Brynlee, you don’t understand. A nigga be trying to leave that hood shit alone. I be trying to be better. Not just for me but my family, but niggas stay trying me and I ain’t never been weak.” He turned around and was now facing me. His face was balled up and painted with frustration.

  “I get it, but sometimes you just have to know when to walk away. Especially with being who you are. You do know that shit is going to be floating all around social media tomorrow, if it isn’t already. Even though you haven’t blown up large, you are still well known. That’s not a good look for your image.” I paused. “Trust, all the celeb journalists are going to be all on that shit.” I bit my lip.

  I was beginning to miss everything about blogging about the latest tea. Which had me praying I did get the job.

  “Man, half that shit don’t even be true.”

  “Well to us it is, and I always do my research,” I replied.

  “We?” He looked at me in speculation.

  “Yeah, we. I’m a journalist. Well, was before I quit and came back home,” I admitted.

  “See, I knew you wasn’t no bum ass bitch that stayed with her parents.”

  “Excuse me?” I frowned.

  “I’m just saying... not in a way to offend you, but you just look like a get money, don’t have to ask a nigga for shit type of chick,” he replied.

  “Yeah, if you say so.” I rolled my eyes and he laughed.

  Sawyer then made his way over to me. We were both still standing in our soaking wet clothes that fit firmly to our bodies.

  “I know so,” he mumbled as he stood in front of me.

  He placed his hands on the sides of my hips and guided me closer to him.

  “So are you going to write a piece on me? How I beat up some nigga?” He chuckled.

  “Nope,” I dryly replied. “I don’t work right now but when I do, I won’t be writing about you,” I stated in a matter of fact tone.

  “Good.” Sawyer looked down at me with eyes so low, it looked as though he was high.

  He ran his tongue across his juicy, pink lips before he crashed then against mine. I could feel my nipples harden as we kissed each other and let our hands have a mind of their own.

  “Fuck Brynlee, you so damn fine,” he hissed against my lips as he gripped my ass and pulled me even closer. I was so close that I could feel his rock-hard dick through his jeans.

  Sawyer bit down on my lip and it turned me on even more. I began to fondle with his belt buckle to undo his pants.

  Right now, in this moment, I wasn’t thinking about my past or my future. I was in the moment, and I felt good. Sawyer made me feel good. He had my heart racing and my soul aching. I remembered his words earlier that had turned me on, and now I wanted to know if he could physically do the same.

  15

  Sawyer

  The sound of Brynlee’s light moans danced in my ear as I dug deep into her guts. Her tight, warm pussy gripped my dick every time she thought I was about to pull out.

  Her fingers clawed my back as her face scrunched into the sexiest scowl as I hit her spot repeatedly.

  “Oh my god, Sawyer,” she moaned out as she arched her back, causing her titties to be the next thing I attacked.

  While still giving light strokes, I sucked on her nipple and circled my tongue around her areola.

  I watched on as her face continued to make different expressions the more it felt good to her.

  “Damn Bryn,” I hissed as I leaned down next to her ear.

  We were now chest to chest. Her arms were wrapped around my neck and I held her tightly as I gave her all of me.

  “Sawyer, you’re too deep,” she whined, trying to get me to lift up off her.

  “You better take all this dick Bryn and stop complaining,” I expressed, making sure to go deeper with each word that left my mouth.

  “Ahh,” she yelled loudly.

  Her eyes began to roll, her pussy got wetter and it sucked me in so tightly, it almost made me bust fast.

  Pulling out, I slapped my dick on top of her pussy, trying to buy myself time.

  “Don’t run.” She smirked as she gripped my thick dick with her small, manicured hand and began to glide up and down.

  Her juices that coated my dick already made it easy for her to move her hand up and down.

  She then guided me back to her opening, however, before putting it back it in, she toyed with herself. Brynlee had used the head of my dick to play with her pussy. I could hear the wetness and it turned me on even more.

  “Fuck that,” I said out loud.

  I lifted Brynlee’s legs and threw them over my shoulders. I watched on as she lifted herself up off of the bed just a little. I helped support her by placing my hands around her small waist as I guided my dick back into her. I delivered. I executed that pussy and whatever nigga she was fucking with while she was in New York would be a thing of the past.

  “Saw...” she whimpered as her titties bounced.

  “When you cum, I’ll follow,” I let her know.

  I began to circle my hips inside of her, hitting spots that would make her stomach tighten up.

  “Right there,” she let me know as she gripped my forearm.

  “Right where?” I asked. “Right here?” I poked over and over again.

  I knew that was the spot. Her mouth opened and formed the “o” shape, her chest was rising rapidly, and her body began to shake.

  The shit was amazing to see, and I knew she was coming by the way her pussy would get tighter and tighter, which was then followed by her yelling my name so loudly that my ears rang.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” She squeezed her own breasts as she began to move her hips in a circular motion.

  “Shit.” I bit down on my lip as I felt my legs shake like I was some pussy ass nigga, followed by me nutting all up in her shit.

  Pulling out, I coll
apsed and laid on my back. I would never tell her ass, but I felt like I was seeing stars. She had damn near knocked my lights out with that fire ass pussy.

  It was now the next morning. I stretched my arms open wide and reached over to pull Brynlee close, but she wasn’t in bed.

  Lifting up, I looked around to see if I saw any of her things, but I didn’t.

  Breathing in deeply, I ran my hands down my face because I had never been done like this. Like I was some type of bitch. It was usually us niggas fucking bitches then ducking off when they went to sleep.

  Shaking my head, I got up, took a piss, washed my hands and handled my hygiene.

  Once I was finished, I slipped on a pair of red pajama pants, grabbed my phone off of the nightstand and headed down stairs.

  What the fuck? I said to myself. My phone had been blowing up with so many calls, that I didn’t know who to respond to first.

  Clicking on the first message, I opened it and the fight between me and that bitch made nigga was everywhere. Just that fast, that shit had gone viral and I knew the press was going to ͏eat this up.

  Fuck. I shook my head because I had let that nigga take me back to a place I grew from.

  Walking into the kitchen, I stopped and stood there mesmerized.

  There she was, moving around my kitchen as if it was hers. She had on one of my shirts, that fit her like a dress, and her hair was combed up into some type of ponytail. She had her phone playing music, which I was surprised I didn’t hear.

  But real shit, I was happy to see she didn’t fuck a nigga and catch ghost.

  “Damn, can we make this a permanent thing?” I stuffed my phone in my pocket, right along with the bullshit that was going on.

  I wasn’t about to stress about that shit, especially not right now. Brynlee turned around with the sexiest smile, which followed with her nibbling on her lip.

  “Who knows?” She winked, turning back around to finish scrambling the eggs she was cooking.

  I walked over to her, wrapped my hands around her and nestled my head into the crock of her neck.