“Men are one of the most disgusting things to me and always will be. They throw themselves at me all the time, and I’m never fazed by it. I don’t like anything with a real dick attached, but when I see you, smell you, hear you, or even think about you…” That slow movement I had her doin’ was a motion she was doin’ on her own. “All I want to do is be as close to you as possible. I can’t control my body around you, and I damn sure can’t stop my soul from crying for you.”
She claimed she didn’t want sex but couldn’t sit there and relax like she said. I didn’t move as she took herself to paradise. I enjoyed every grind she bestowed upon me. My arms were stretched out along the back of the couch with my head back and eyes closed.
The only thing I could hear throughout my condo was her cries. She called for me like she had been when I was already asclose as I could be. Journei knew having me inside her would start another session up.
We went through hours already, and she still didn’t have enough. I made her cover me in cream ’til she couldn’t no more, and somehow, she still had enough fluids left to coat me once more.
For the first time since I’d entered her canal, the thought of letting go inside her came to mind. It was already wrong. I couldn’t do that too. “Journei, you gotta get off me. I’m there, and I can’t hold it.”
Ignoring me was somethin’ she did often. Whatever I said to her lately had gone unheard. As she rode, I bit down on my lip, drawing blood. I wasn’t gon’ last too much longer. The stamina she had was impressive.
“Cum with me, baby. Let me know I feel as good to you as you do to me.”
I had no time to fight her on her demand. It was too late. When Journei put her lips on mine, I let everything I had go inside of her. The firm grip I had on her cheeks and the dancing of our tongues enticed the moment.
Coming down from the clouds she just put me in, I was furious. “Get some clothes out my room and leave.”
Without so much as a second thought, I pushed her off me. She’d just unlocked another door of the old me.
Journei
What just happened? We were literally just enjoying the feeling of one another, then he was pushin’ me off him and just put me out his house. I was confused as fuck right then. Christian’s whole vibe switched over to one I wasn’t familiar with. That gesture alone had me with tears threatening to fall.
When he stood up, my juices were running down his dick and leg. I tried not to look, but it was kinda hard not to.
“You got me fucked up. What you not gon’ do is say some bullshit like that and walk away. The fuck you mean get some clothes and leave?” He pulled a me and ignored me as if I hadn’t said a damn word. I dropped the sheet and ran behind him, reaching for his arm. “Christian.”
The look he had on his face when he turned around wasn’t pleasant at all. “Don’t touch me no more, Journei. I said what I said. I won’t repeat myself.”
I couldn’t hold my tears at bay any longer. They fell, and his face had yet to soften up. I honestly didn’t know what I did in order for him to be acting like that. Coldness had entered his body.
“And I’m not leaving. Not ’til you tell me what the fuck is goin’ on. Christian, please.” There I was begging a man for the second time in my life.
He yanked his arm out of my grasp and headed for his bedroom. I looked around and along the floors in disbelief, as if there was an answer there to the bullshit that was occurring. Tears were running a mile a minute down my face. I slowly walked to the couch and grabbed the sheet, wrapping it back around my body.
When I walked into his bedroom, I could hear the shower running. It would be the perfect time to get the fuck on, or I could corner him and make that nigga talk to me. However, I chose option two.
Dropping the sheet, I walked into the bathroom as quietly as I could. My tears were still cascading, and I felt like that scared little girl once again. I knew what men were capable of when they were mad, so the hesitation in my strides were noticeable.
I reached for the shower door handle at least three times. I couldn’t bring myself to step inside with him. The not knowing was beating my ass in that very moment. He could either hurt me physically or damage me emotionally.
I turned to walk away when he hit the wall, yelling, “Fuck!”
It startled me so I jumped a little. I was worried because I’d only heard him curse once, and that was while he was diggin’ in me.
Sliding the door back and letting out a deep breath, I stepped inside. What I saw put me in panic mode. “Oh my God. Christian are you OK?”
“Why the fuck are you still here? Didn’t I tell you to get the fuck out?” he spoke with so much anger on his tongue.
“And I said I wasn’t leaving. You punched a hole in your wall—that’s tile might I add—and now you’re fuckin’ bleeding. I’m not goin’ nowhere.” His anger didn’t bother me one bit.
He turned around with hateful eyes. “You came for dick, right? I gave you more than enough. The fuck you still here for? What? You tryna get back on the muthafucka or somethin’?”
Christian wasn’t the gentle nigga he was before. Somethin’ changed him, and damn it, I wanted to know what it was.
“That’s not why I came, Christian.” Regardless of his cold demeanor, I still wanted to be under him.
“Sure, it is. You ain’t said too much of shit since you walked through my door. The only thing you seem to know how to say is my fuckin’ name. You like the way I fuck you, Journei?”
