You Ain't My Type

by Nicole Jackson

  Jaylen nodded. “Yeah, hit me up.”

  Rye watched the exchange and didn’t know how she felt about it. Ole girl did have a nice following, but she seemed a tad too aggressive for her liking.

  “Okay,” the girl went on. “Oh, and excuse me,” she addressed Rye. “Do you mind telling me who did your hair? It’s gorgeous.”

  “Thank you,” Rye smiled graciously.

  “She did it herself,” Jaylen spoke up. “So, if you’re ever in Houston, hit her up. And maybe you could spread the word on your page.”

  Rye cut her eyes at him.

  The girl perked up. “Oh, without a doubt. I’d gladly advertise, if she could work that magic on my head.”

  “Yeah, I need your contact, ASAP,” another girl cut in. “I’ll be in Houston next week.”

  Jaylen smiled, as the other women all expressed interest in getting their hair done. Rye directed them all to her Instagram page, where they followed on the spot. Moments later, her notifications were going off left and right.

  He leaned over and whispered into her ear. “See, that’s how it’s supposed to go. I’ll find a way to get to a bag in any situation. So, stick around and let daddy show you a thing or two.”

  Rye cheesed harder than she’d wanted to. That damn Jaylen was an undeniable force to be reckoned with, and she was totally here for the ride.

  ***

  “Damn, it’s crowded out here,” Rye acknowledged, as she and Jaylen wandered around Times Square.

  “Yeah, every time I come here it’s like this,” Jaylen offered, as they squeezed past people.

  She gazed around in awe, taking in the scenery. “This is crazy. You know that I’ve always wanted to come here?”

  He smirked. “Well, now you’re here.”

  “I know, right?” she grinned, thinking that Jaylen was providing the balance that her life desperately needed at the time. He was countering every bad thing she’d endured, providing a little sun shine in a dark period for her.

  “You know, in all the times that I’ve been here, this is my first time coming with a chick?”

  She glanced up at him. “Why do I find that hard to believe?”

  He furrowed his brows. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

  She tucked her lips into her mouth, revealing her dimples.

  “You gotta stop doing that.”

  She frowned. “Stop doing what?”

  “Flashing those dimples my way. I’ll drag you ass through one of these alleys and hem your pretty ass up.”

  She knelt over with laughter.

  “You laughing but I’m serious,” he quipped. “But tell me why you don’t believe me, when I say that I’ve never been here with another chick.”

  She shrugged. “You brought me here like it was nothing. So, I find it odd that you don’t move like this with other people.”

  He gazed down at her. “Have you thought that maybe those other people aint you?”

  She blushed. “Boy, I aint special. Stop trying to finesse me.”

  “Finesse? Nah, I aint gotta do all that. Sell a dream for what? Especially when broads are selling their souls for my attention.”

  She sucked her teeth. “Whatever, with ya cocky ass. These hoes got your head pumped up, I see.”

  “Nah, you do that when you scream my name at the top of your lungs. Jay-leeeeennn,” he mocked her. “Remember that?”

  Playfully, she popped him. “Shut up.”

  “Don’t hit me, cause I’m telling the truth,” he teased.

  “Fuck you,” she gave him the finger, as she unconsciously hooked her arm around his.

  “You know I will,” he chuckled, before glancing to his left. “Hey, my man. You mind taking a picture of me and my girl, right quick?” he asked some random Asian guy.

  “Sure, why not,” the young guy agreed.

  “Come on, Rye. Let’s take this picture, right quick.”

  Rye was thrown off by his request, but quickly struck a pose with him. Jaylen then retrieved his phone from the guy, before thanking him. He then peered down at his phone, studying the photo.

  “Yeah, that came out right.” he nodded

  “Let me see.” Rye grabbed his hand, catching a glimpse of the picture. “Yeah, that is cute. Send it to me.”

  He licked his lips. “So, you can post it?”

  She grimaced, as she shook her head. “No. I like it, so I want it. But I’m not posting that.”

  He lifted his chin, not believing her for a second. “Why not?”

  “Cause. I don’t want the attention you draw. Posting pictures of niggas usually sends a message. Then the next thing you know, bitches are sending you messages about the nigga. I can only imagine how that is when it comes to you. And honestly, I’m good. I mean, we’re good, and I don’t want nothing to fuck that up. I’ll enjoy you privately for a while. The outside world can wait.”

  He grinned from ear to ear, receiving her response. He was so used to clout chasers, who wanted to document their every interaction with him that he’d begun to believe that every girl operated this way. With him being a part of a well-known family, it was nearly impossible to find somebody who wasn’t mesmerized by his image. Usually, they didn’t know him well enough to be enamored with him as an individual, but she was coming at him differently. And he hadn’t realized until that very moment that this was something he’d been searching for.

  ***

  “Stop playing with me, man. Just answer my question,” Jaylen pressed, as he relaxed on his couch with a hand resting in his sweats, while his ear was glued to his phone.

  “I don’t know,” Rye answered on the other end of the line.

  He sucked his teeth. “You don’t know? The fuck am I supposed to do with that?”

  “I mean, I still have quite a few heads to do, and wasn’t it you who said to focus on a bag?”

  “Yeah, I did say that, but damn. That’s all you do. A nigga gotta beg for some time? The fuck.”

  Rye shook her head, as she listened to him throw a mini tantrum. “Boy, whatever. You really be doing the most. Any time shit don’t go your way, you mad. This aint your world. You can’t always have your way.”

  “Oh, I beg a differ. You gon give it to me or somebody else will,” he threatened.

  “Wow, are you serious, right now? So, any time your dick is hard I need to drop what I’m doing, right?”

  He yawned. “Basically.”

  “You fuckin’ spoiled.”

  “And?” he countered, knowing that he was being an ass. But that was her fault. She’d been serving up strong doses of pussy on a silver platter, and he’d gotten accustomed to it. And now with some help from him, she’d gained several new hair clients, which was demanding more of her time, but he felt that she still needed to make time for him.

  For a month straight, they’d been kicking it tough. For the first time ever, Jaylen was focusing on one girl, and he needed her to satisfy his ferocious appetite for pussy. That was all he’d ask for, so in his eyes she should’ve been more than ready to accommodate him.

  “I can’t with you, right now, Jaylen,” Rye breathed into the phone. “If you feel like another broad can fuck you better, then go with that.”

  “Man, I was just talking shit. You know how I get when I can’t have my way. Aint nobody thinking about no hoes, right now. I want you to bring them dimples over here. I’m just trying to see you. Am I wrong for that?”

  “I hear you, but I gotta see---”

  He sucked his teeth. “You know what? Fuck it. Don’t even worry about it.” he abruptly ended the call. Feeling frustrated, he decided that he wouldn’t call her for a few days. Maybe that would get her mind right, if he left her ass wondering.

  When his cell rang in is hand, he smiled, thinking that she’d quickly come to her senses, only for him to realize that it was Yan calling.

  “What’s up, man?” he answered.

  “Nothing. You at the crib?” Yan wasted no time asking.

  �
��Yeah, you coming through?”

  “Yeah, we trying to come through.”

  “Alright, that’s cool.”

  “Okay, but say, we got ole girl with us,” Yan referred to Dee. “Is that cool?”

  “Shit, I guess. I aint tripping.”

  “Okay, cool. We’ll be there in a few, then.”

  “That’s a bet,” Jaylen ended the call. Scratching his head, he thought about Dee’s little cute ass. It had been a minute since they’d kicked it, but she kept in touch. He’d been promising to make time for her, but he’d been tied up with Rye. So now, he was thinking that Yan was right on time.

  Lighting up a blunt, his thoughts drifted right back to Rye, pissing him off. “Fuck her. Aint nobody finna beg her good pussy having ass. It’s pussy everywhere. The fuck she thought?”

  Sitting on the couch, he smoked, until he was mellowed out. He was big chilling, when someone rang his doorbell.

  “Damn, that was quick,” he said to himself, as hopped off the couch. Stepping over to the door, he unlocked it and pulled it open. “Yall must’ve been riding on two wheels over here---”

  “Yall?” Rye arched a brow.

  Jaylen studied her. “What you doing here?”

  She sassily placed her hands on her hips. “Aint this what you wanted?”

  He looked her up and down, taking her in. She wore a short black trench coat along with tall black stilettos. As usual, her hair and make-up were done to absolute perfection. That was one thing he could honestly say about Rye. She was always on point. He knew men who swore that they loved a natural woman, and Jaylen appreciated natural beauty himself. Rye had that quality without a doubt, however, he loved the fact that she was always extra, going the extra mile to look good. He was a fancy nigga, so he could always dig her presentation.

  “What you got that coat on for?” he quizzed, knowing that it was every bit of eighty degrees outside.

  Rolling her eyes, she shoved him aside, letting herself inside. She then closed the door. He gawked at her, as she slowly unbuttoned the coat, revealing that all she wore underneath was a skimpy black thong.

  “Man, how the hell did you get here, while you ass naked and shit?”

  “Lea dropped me off.” she gazed up at him.

  “So, you was bullshitting me on the phone, huh?” he assumed, knowing that she couldn’t have been too far away, since it hadn’t taken her long to get there.

  She licked her lips. “I started to tell her to turn around, since you hung up in my face, and was talking all that shit.”

  “Now, why would you do that?” he questioned, before wrapping his arms around her.

  “Cause you hurt my feelings,” she pouted, while inconspicuously driving him back to the couch. She then wiggled out of his embrace, before pushing him to sit down.

  With his undivided attention, she dropped her coat to the floor. His dick immediately made a teepee in his sweats. She then gripped her thong, before rolling it down her thighs. He was like a child in an amusement park, as he watched her remove the thong while managing to keep her heels on.

  Straddling his lap, she sat her bare pussy on his massive hard-on. “You was doing all that bitching on the phone. Acting like you can’t go without a fix, so you better fuck me real good. You hear me?”

  Jaylen felt like her bitch as she handled him.

  Doing as she pleased, Rye slightly lifted, before pulling back his sweats and boxers, allowing his dick to spring up. She then resituated herself at the tip of his shaft. Rolling her hips, she slid down on him, causing him to grunt.

  “Gimmie a kiss,” she breathed, before slipping her tongue into his mouth.

  Jaylen gripped her ass cheek, as she bounced hard on his dick. Pulling away from the kiss, she gazed down at him. “Didn’t I say fuck me? Huh?”

  Accepting the challenge, he met her thrusts, causing their skin to clap.

  “Uh, Jay…uh, Jaylen,” she panted. “Fuck me. Fuck me!”

  Gripping her hips, Jaylen fervently pounded into her.

  “Yeah, baby. Just like that. Just like that!”

  Biting his bottom lip, Jaylen wore a look on determination on his face, as he delivered long strokes. Energetically, she rode him, causing her breasts to bounce around. Allowing her head to fall back, her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

  “Aw shit, aw shit!” he chanted. “Owwwwwwwww!” he howled, as he erupted inside of her.

  Milking him for everything he had, Rye continued galloping up and down, until he went limp inside of her. Holding her by her waist, Jaylen sucked her tit, while he rested within her.

  “Mmmm,” Rye moaned, while peering down at him. “Look at you.” she bit her lip. “You happy now?”

  He nodded, while his lips were still wrapped around her nipple.

  “You gon give another bitch my dick?”

  He shook his head.

  She smirked, before shoving his head back. “You better not.” She climbed out of his lap.

  Jaylen sat back with his mind blown. She’d caught him completely off guard and had fucked him too good.

  He eased off the couch, tucking his dick back into his sweats. “You something else, man.”

  She grinned. “I know, huh?”

  With a smile on his face, he shook his head, before he headed down the hall. “I gotta piss,” he announced over his shoulder.

  Rye was about to head to the shower herself, when someone rang the doorbell. “Shit,” she hissed, as she grabbed her coat off the floor.

  Jaylen was in the bathroom smiling in the vanity mirror when he heard the doorbell ring. It was all good, until it dawned on him. “Aw, shit!” he spat, remembering that Yan, Simone, and Dee were supposed to come over.

  Back in the living room, Rye tied the straps of her coat tightly around her waist, before heading to the door. Figuring that it was some of Jaylen’s friends stopping by, she answered the door.

  Standing there, Yan wore a look of confusion.

  Rye frowned, spotting a familiar face in the crowd. “What’s up? DeAndra, what are you doing here?”

  Dee scowled. “Shit, I was just about to ask you the same thing. Where the hell Jaylen at?”

  Rye’s scowl deepened, as she studied her sister’s face.

  Yan didn’t know what to say or do. Jaylen knew that they were coming, so he didn’t understand why he’d have another chick there already.

  Simone sucked her teeth, as she stepped into the house. “Come on, yall,” she waved Yan and Dee inside. “We didn’t come to see her.”

  Both Yan and Dee stepped into the house, although Rye still remained in the doorway.

  “Rye, are you here with one of Jaylen’s boys, or—” Dee questioned, hoping that her sister would say yes.

  “His boys?” Rye repeated. “Hell, no. But what the hell is your young ass doing over here?”

  Just then, Jaylen stepped into the room, and everyone turned to look at him.

  “Nigga, what’s up?” Yan opened his arms, looking for an explanation. Usually, he was down with the fuck-shit, but Jaylen knew that Simone was his girl, and he didn’t want her to bear witness to the shenanigans. This type of behavior was usually reserved for the randoms they’d encounter.

  “Yeah, Jaylen,” Dee added, causing Rye to glare at her. “The hell are you doing with my sister?”

  The back of Jaylen’s neck went ice cold. He definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Your sister?”

  “Yeah, my sister,” Dee folded her arms, looking like she wanted an explanation.

  Rye stood there, utterly confused. Was Jaylen’s DeAndra’s boyfriend or something?

  Jaylen rubbed his waves. “Maaan.”

  “Okay, what’s going on?” Rye found her voice. “You’ve been talking to him, DeAndra?”

  “Yeah,” Dee answered matter-of-factly.

  Rye whipped her head around, and glared at Jaylen.

  “Nah, wait a minute. Let me clear this shit up,” Jaylen hurriedly spoke up.

  “Clear wha
t up? Didn’t you know that I was on my way over here?” Dee questioned.

  “Oh, yeah?” Rye’s mouth dropped. “You dirty muthafucka!” she raged, as she charged at Jaylen, slapping the shit out of him. “But you wasn’t worried about no hoes, huh?!”

  “Say,” he gritted, grabbing her hands. “Chill the fuck out.”

  “Don’t tell me to chill!” Rye shouted. “You really got off the fucking phone with me to call up on some pussy?!”

  “No!” Jaylen barked, as he held on tightly to her hands. “I didn’t call up on shit. My man Yan over there called to come through. He said that Dee was with them, and I told him that it was cool for her to come. That was it. I didn’t call her nor ask for her. And then you came over, after playing games. It slipped my mind that they were stopping by until I heard them ring the doorbell.”

  Dee’s face turned beet red, as she listened to him downplay the situation between them. He definitely had no problems communicating with her on his own. Yan wasn’t in the middle of their texts, or his promises to link up again. Her coming through with Yan was just by chance, but them seeing each other was obviously in the making, regardless.

  “But Jaylen we was talking, regardless,” she blurted, wanting to make that known.

  “Okay, and?” Jaylen snapped. “That’s all we did was text here and there. I fucked one time, and on God I didn’t know that you was related to her.”

  Dee’s stomach did flips, as her heart skipped a beat.

  “Wow,” Rye angrily yanked away from him. “You really fucked my little sister?”

  He gazed down at her. “But I didn’t know that she was your sister. I mean, how could I have known? I follow yall both on Instagram. Yall aint on each other’s pages. You never mentioned her, and she never mentioned you, so how was I supposed to know?”

  Rye gulped, recognizing the truth when she heard it.

  Dee sucked her teeth. “The fact still remains that you fucked two sisters.”

  “Man,” Jaylen snarled. “Yan, you know you my nigga, but I gotta ask you to leave. Take yall girl home, my nigga. Please.”

  Dee’s nostrils flared. “Oh, you aint gotta beg him to get rid of me. Trust.”