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by Nicole Jackson


  Rye’s toes curled when he squeezed her butt cheeks together, while pumping the dick deep within her. She attempted to make a sound, but he was still sucking her tongue into his mouth. Together they worked up a sweat, before her clit began throbbing. Catching her vibrations, his back stiffened.

  “Get…get up!” he shouted, but it was too late. He’d busted a walnut inside of her.

  She hopped off him, and gazed down at his now limp dick. “I think your timing was a bit off.”

  “Shit, I know,” he huffed out. “My bad.”

  “Yeah, your bad, alright,” she sighed, as she slid out of the bed. Spotting the towel she’d used, she swooped it off the floor, and wrapped it back around her body. “Now I gotta hop back in the shower.”

  He rolled out of bed, taking a long stretch. “Me too.”

  Pulling the door open, she peeked her head out, making sure that they were still alone. She then scurried to the bathroom. She attempted to push the door closed, but he shoved it back.

  “Oh, I was gonna take my shower alone this time,” she offered awkwardly.

  “Oh, for real?” he locked the door behind him. “That was your plan?”

  “Yeah,” she frowned, as she watched him step to the shower. “It was.”

  He glanced her way, as he eased into the shower. “Well, as you know, plans change.”

  Slowly she tipped over, before joining him in the shower. “Okay, but I’m just trying to wash up, and get out…”

  He cut her off, as he pushed her up against the wall. “You can shower all you want…after I fuck you again.”

  “No wait,” she panicked, placing a hand on his chest. His size really had her psyched, fearing he’d tear her insides up.

  “What’s the matter?” he effortlessly lifted her. Unconsciously, she wrapped her legs around his waist, as she used the wall to balance herself.

  “You’re gonna drop me,” she worried, while wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

  “No, I won’t. I’m just gonna fuck you real good.” He softly pecked her lips. “If you let me. Can I get your permission, Rye?”

  The way her name rolled off his tongue shot chills up her spine. Silently, she nodded.

  He smiled, while guiding his hard-on into her. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “I couldn’t let you get away with giving it just once. This pussy too good.” He shoved himself balls deep.

  “Uhhhhhh!” she squealed, as her voice bounced off the tiles.

  “Damn, you tighter than a muthafucka. You clamming up on me? Huh? You scared I’ma hurt you?”

  “You’re too big,” she confessed, as he bounced her up and down on his dick.

  He stopped moving. “So, you don’t like how this dick feels?”

  She scratched his back. “Why did you stop?”

  “Cause if you aint enjoying it like this, I’ma stop.”

  “Boy, if you don’t keep fucking me…”

  He chuckled, before delivering long strokes. Pressing her up against the wall, he began hitting hard, causing their skin to loudly clap together. Gasping, Rye’s mouth fell open, as he dicked her down.

  “Uh! Uh! Uh!” she shouted, losing control.

  Hearing her scream out was like music to Jaylen’s ears, as he explored her gushiness. He held her tightly, until he erupted. He then howled like a wounded animal, before biting her shoulder. When he finally placed her on her feet, her legs felt like Jell-O, causing her to clutch his shoulder to keep her balance.

  He laughed. “I got them knees weak.”

  Hating that Jaylen had seemingly fucked her versus her fucking him, she eased down to her knees. Refusing to be outdone, she hungrily took him into her mouth.

  “Hey…” he dragged out, no expecting that. He’d already busted two huge nuts, and was already content, but she was working magic with her tongue. “Aww, damn,” he huffed, as he allowed his back to rest against the glass portion of the shower. Gazing down at her, he realized that he was encountering a real-life freak, and he couldn’t have been more pleased. Ms. Rye was more fun that he’d anticipated, which was a pleasant surprise.

  Chapter 6

  Rye couldn’t help wondering what everyone was thinking, as they all hung in the living room. The crew had returned, while she was in the restroom, going round four with Jaylen. She’d been in mid-scream, when she realized that there was movement going on outside of the bathroom. Needless to say, she stepped out shamefully. Thankfully, no one right-out pointed out the obvious. And now hours later, she was still self-conscious, questioning how they now saw her.

  Of course, Jaylen was relaxed, as he was stretched out on the couch, sitting next to her. Seemingly without much thought he was leaning against her, while scrolling through his cell. Everyone else sat around chatting.

  “Say, yall never said what was the play tonight,” Little Jahrein spoke up. “What club are we hitting up?”

  “Club? Nah, no club tonight. We’ll save that for tomorrow when we go to that all white affair. It’s kickback night,” Jhyrah responded.

  “Oh, yeah?” Josairah lifted a brow. “Who’s coming through?”

  “About ten to twelve people,” Jeremy offered.

  “That sounds like a full-fledge party to me. Twelve people could easily turn into twenty-four if they bring anybody,” Jaylen added, while never looking up from his phone.

  “True,” Jhyrah concurred. “That’s why we went to the store. We’ll have enough food and drinks to go around. Trust me.”

  “Well, I’m willing to help with the cooking, if yall need me,” Rye offered.

  Jhyrah glanced her way. “Its funny that you should say that. You know how to fry chicken?”

  “Of course.”

  “Okay, well, you can make the chicken. We like to fry them, and then dip some into honey barbeque sauce.”

  Rye nodded. “I got you.”

  Jhyrah sprang to her feet. “Well, let’s get this started before people begin showing up.”

  Rye quietly eased off the couch, while Jaylen found himself studying her ass. She was rocking Nike leggings along with a Nike cropped top, and a matching cap. In the pants her ass appeared bigger than the previous days, as it unintentionally jiggled.

  All three girls, Jhyrah, Rye, and Josairah headed to the kitchen.

  “You’re making the deviled eggs, Josairah?” Jhyrah questioned, as they gathered around the kitchen’s island.

  “Girl, I guess. Even though, I didn’t come out here to cook. I do that enough at home,” Josairah scoffed.

  Jhyrah waved her off. “What that got to do with this? It aint our fault that you done got tied down and turned into a instant housewife.”

  “Housewife? Nah, you got me wrong. That don’t fit into my job description,” Josairah claimed.

  “Then what else do you call it? You live with Jah Junior. You have his baby. You cook and clean for them. You don’t work. Is there a new definition that I don’t know about?”

  Josairah blinked her eyes. “Hoe, I think you’re trying to play me. I don’t live with Jahrein. We stay together. That’s our house. Don’t believe me, then just ask him. And we both clean up at home…after the cleaning service does it every week, of course. Plus, I go to school just like him. So, we’re just doing what couples do. I aint no house bitch.”

  Jhyrah tittered, enjoying working her friend’s nerves. “Whatever, bitch. I heard that you barely go to class, but okay. They say that you’re pregnant or something, cause you and Little Jah have been making a point of staying at home, lately. What you got to hide?”

  Josairah narrowed her eyes. “How could I be pregnant, and I was just drinking the other day? And who started that damn rumor?”

  Jhyrah grinned. “If I tell you then I’d have to kill ya.”

  “Yeah, uh-huh. Whatever. I’m tired of people trying to put another baby on me. It’s not happening.”

  Jhyrah lifted her chin. “You sure? Cause I know my brother don’t seem to be the careful type.”

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p; Josairah rolled her eyes. “He’s the one I have to watch the most. He keeps going on and on about not having kids spaced too far apart, or how it’s better to have all your kids while you’re young to get it out of the way. Like, what sense does that make?”

  Jhyrah’s head fell back with laughter. “Sounds like he’s our daddy’s child. You know my mama is still fighting with that man about having another baby. He still wants to get her pregnant again. I keep telling her that her season is over. Aint nobody trying to be pregnant right along with their own damn mama.”

  “Right,” Josairah giggled.

  “Yall are too funny,” Rye smiled, leaning against the counter top. “Where’s the chicken?”

  “In the fridge,” Jhyrah answered. “And don’t be shy. Make yourself comfortable here, girl. Cause I aint got time to be holding your hand, acting like you can’t touch anything yourself. Everything in this kitchen as at your disposal. Besides, you’re practically my cousin-in-law.”

  “Girl…” Rye dragged out.

  Josairah cheesed. “You and Jaylen was getting it in, huh?”

  “Anyway,” Rye brushed her off, as she sauntered over to the refrigerator, and grabbed the bags of raw chicken wings.

  Jhyrah snickered. “See, she don’t want to discuss that. Even after the whole building done learned Jaylen’s name now.”

  Rye tucked her lips into her mouth, attempting to stifle a laugh.

  “Jaylen said that he beats the pussy up, up, up,” Josairah playfully rapped, as she humped the air.

  Rye exploded with laughter. “Yall play too much, man.”

  Gradually, everyone assigned themselves a task, and hopped to it. Rye was busy seasoning the chicken when Jaylen entered the kitchen.

  “You sure that you know what you’re doing?” he questioned, lightly tapping her booty.

  “Boy, bye,” she sucked her teeth. “I throws down.”

  “Is that right?” he licked his lips and greedily rubbed his hands together. “Is that how that ass got so fat?” he pinched her butt.

  “Stop,” she laughed, swatting his hand away.

  “Come’ere, Josairah,” Little Jahrein commanded, as he stood on the opposite side of the island. “Let me holla at you in the room for a minute.”

  Josairah stopped dicing the jalapenos she’d been cutting. “For what?”

  He stroked his waves. “Just come here.”

  Jhyrah shook her head. “Boy, that girl aint tryna fuck you. Yall got all night for that. Let her finish cooking.”

  He sucked his teeth. “Man, mind your business. I’m talking to my woman. Come’ere, Josairah.”

  “What do you want, Jahrein?” Josairah practically pouted.

  He stared at her. “You.”

  “Oh, God,” she huffed, before washing her hands. “I’ll be back, yall.” She stepped around the island.

  Jhyrah pursed her lips. “Girl, quit acting like you had to go with his ass. You must want his raggedy ass too.”

  Josairah grabbed Jah’s hand. “Stop playing with me, sis. You know what it is. Now, let me go give zaddy what he needs.”

  Jaylen chuckled, focusing on Jhyrah. “What you cooking, lil’ cuz?”

  “Shrimp nachos,” Jhyrah answered, as she stirred the food on the stove around.

  He smiled. “Lil’ bougie ass. You couldn’t just keep it simple, huh? Gotta throw shrimp in the mix.”

  “Yep, and it aint popping if they aint jumbo.”

  “Right,” Rye co-signed. “You sound like me, Jhyrah. I love seafood. I don’t know where I get it from, cause everybody in my family hates it. Especially my daddy.”

  “Girl, my whole family loves seafood. Especially my paw-paw Ray-Ray. That man can eat shrimp daily. I think that’s where we get it from.”

  Rye nodded. “Is he like my granddaddy? Does he go fishing a lot?”

  Jaylen and Jhyrah gave each other looks, before bursting with laughter. “Hell, nah,” they uttered simultaneously.

  “What?” Rye looked at them confusingly.

  “Girl,” Jhyrah tittered. “You’d just have to know our paw-paw. He’s cut from a different cloth. So, he don’t do any of that traditional grandparent shit.”

  “True,” Jaylen concurred. “The nigga’s favorite pass time is shooting dice.”

  Rye giggled. “I could just imagine some old dude squatting to gamble. Does he mess up his back often?”

  “No.” Jaylen shook his head. “He’s not exactly old. Shit, he’s still in his forties, and can still pass for a cat in his twenties.”

  “Wait, hold up. Yall granddaddy is still in his forties? Yall are bullshitting, right?”

  “Nope,” Jhyrah spoke up. “He was getting it in at a young age. Started having babies in his mid-teens. Then our parents started off early too. Especially my mama and her sister. My mama had Little Jah when she was just fourteen.”

  “Oh, okay. That makes sense…but wait. How old is your mama now, Jhyrah?”

  “In her early thirties.”

  “That’s crazy. So, your mama is only old enough to be my big sister or something?”

  “Yes and no. I got a cousin your age, or maybe a little older. She’s my mama’s sister’s daughter. My mama and her sister are the same age, because they have different mamas. Anyway, my aunt is the same age as my mama with a daughter who’s over twenty.”

  “Damn, they wasn’t playing games, huh?”

  Jhyrah shook her head. “None at all.”

  “Jhyrah,” Jeremy cut into the conversation, as he stood near the island. “Who is this?” he gazed down at the cell he was holding.

  Jhyrah frowned. “Why you got my phone?”

  He scowled. “Cause I got it. Simple. Now, who is this texting you?”

  “Probably my classmate, Jeremy.”

  “The fuck he got your number for?”

  “So, I can’t communicate with somebody from class.”

  “Not some thirsty ass nigga. Nah.”

  Rye looked back and forth between Jhyrah and Jeremy, wondering how this was about to play out.

  Jhyrah glanced her way. “You mind watching the food, right quick?”

  Rye nodded. “Yeah, I got it.”

  “Cool,” Jhyrah breathed, as she twisted over to Jeremy. Without uttering a word, she grabbed his hand, and guided him back to their room.

  Listening to their door close shut, Jaylen shook his head. “That nigga is really a sucker. Her sneaky ass probably was playing with that boy from school. She’s always flirting with the smart niggas to get them to do her work. And now she finna do some ole freaky shit to have him forget what he was mad about in the first place.”

  Rye laughed. “Why would you think like that about your cousin?”

  “Cause I know her. That girl is something else. And unlike her brothers and daddy, I call it like I see it. The shit I done walked in on is some shit I aint even seen on PornHub. Little cousin doing some shit to have mind control over that man. He’d catch a bullet with his teeth for her lil’ dawg ass.”

  Rye laughed uncontrollably. “You’re so fuckin’ messy. She doesn’t strike me as the type to step out, though.”

  “I never said that she was. I aint never seen her cheat. She loves that nigga too. Trust me, cause I done witnessed her turn down some niggas most girls would kill for. It’s mostly a two-way street with them on the loyalty blast. But Jhyrah likes to play, and Jeremy knows that.”

  Rye listened intently, as she nodded. “They make a cute couple. I could see why they’re together, and see why they might have a few bumps in the road. Jeremy’s a handsome dude. Like for real handsome. And Jhyrah is beautiful. Then when you add Jeremy’s fame from football I can only imagine the type of shit they go through.”

  Jaylen didn’t reply as he blatantly stared at her.

  “What? I got something in my nose? Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “I’m trying to figure out what was going through that nigga’s mind.”

  “Who?”

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sp; “You know. Your boyfriend.”

  She bit her lip. “I don’t have a boyfriend, anymore.”

  “Well, the nigga who flew you out here.”

  “Okay. What about him?”

  “I’m just racking my brain trying to make sense of it all. Here you are…just fuckin’ fine. Pretty white teeth. And those dimples…don’t get me started on those dimples. Then you got a soft inviting voice to match. Shit should be on radio or something. You seem sensible. Smart. And easy going. How could a man have all this in one person, and still fuck it up?”

  She placed a hand on her hip. “From what I can tell, some men are just greedy. They could have the woman that every man wants, and still go off and fuck the bitch shining her shoes. I guess Tori is that type. Nothing I did was enough for him to be content. So, either he’s incredibly greedy or I just aint what his heart really wanted. Either way, I’m good. The next girl can deal with it.”

  He furrowed his brows. “So, you’re done?”

  “I am.”

  “I don’t know if I believe you, but okay.”

  She shrugged. “Fair enough. I can only show you better than I can tell you.”

  “True.”

  “But uh,” she cleared her throat. “You’re talking all this crap about my situation with Tori, but how different are you? I mean, I’m sure you encounter chicks on the regular and have your picks, but you’re not tied down…or are you?” she questioned, realizing that they’d skipped right over formalities.

  “I have friends, but that’s about it.”

  “And why is that?” she questioned, as she dropped the battered chicken into the huge turkey fryer. “Finding an attractive girl whose cool can’t be the hardest thing. I mean, just look at your cousin Jahrein and Jeremy.”

  “Honestly, them niggas just lucked up. And they had to date within our immediate circle to find what they have. We were all like family before any of them started messing around. That’s different.”

  “What’s so different about it?” she wanted to know.

  “It’s different because there’s no guessing with the girls they’re with. Josairah and Jhyrah were good before them, and will be alright if it didn’t work out. They’re cut from the same cloth. Used to the same shit. Got the same background. Dating outside of that is a whole different world. Like me for instance. Yeah, I pull chicks left and right, but I know enough to understand that all that attention aint always about me. Sometimes it’s about who I’m related to, or what I possess materialistically. And with some niggas that’s cool. They just wanna get the attention from the type of broads they’re attracted to. But I know better. I watched the men who raised me, and I know that choosing the wrong chick can be a man’s downfall. Finding somebody who would fuck with you even if you were living under a bridge is rare. I mean, I aint saying that I want a broad with no standards. I just gotta know that she’s fucking with me regardless. Not for the lifestyle or cool points. Because that shit can be gone in a blink of the eye.”

 

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