“Let’s not cry over shit we can’t change. Just watch TV,” I said, ending the conversation.
I got up from the couch and went to his kitchen to find a glass. Shots weren’t enough at that point. When I walked back into his den, I went to the bar to pour a real drink. The whole day had me stressed the fuck out. Just as I was putting the bottle down, I felt Jakari’s lips on my neck and his meat on my crack. I tried to shake him off me, but he put his hand around my neck and kissed my neck even more passionately.
“I’m sorry, bae. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you so fucking much,” he whispered in my ear before continuing to kiss me. “I need you! I’m not shit without you!”
I aggressively backed up, trying to get him off me, but that only made me run across his erection. The last thing I wanted to do was turn this nigga on. As he continued to suck on my neck like a vampire, the effects of the liquor started to hit me hard. I was getting wet, and I damn sure didn’t want to. I kept pleading with him to stop, and he just ignored me.
In a swift motion, Jakari pushed me forward across the bar while still holding onto my neck, pushing my head down. He then used his free hand to pull my scrub pants down. He moved my panties to the side and inserted his finger in me.
“I thought you was done with me? That ain’t what phat ma is saying, tho,” he said as he removed his finger and licked my juices off it.
This dirty ass nigga! As much as I wanted to fight him off, I was feeling myself from them shots and anticipating his next move. I couldn’t think straight, and as he continued to finger fuck me, I could feel myself dripping. Jakari dropped down and spread my ass cheeks, then he licked from my crack to my clit. He did that repeatedly before inserting his tongue in and out of my ass, making that his main focus.
In all our years together, he’d never done no shit like this. I had no clue this nigga was a munch. I reached back and grabbed his head, holding it in place while he ate my ass. My ass wiggled in a slight circular motion while he poked his tongue in and out. When I let go of his head, he stopped what he was doing, stood up, and led me to the couch. He instructed me to put my knees on the couch and arch my back. I arched my back as my ass hung off the edge. Jakari laid his head underneath me and ate my pussy like never before. After I came on his face for the third time, he stood up.
I stayed in the same position as he slowly entered me from behind. As soon as he was inside me, I heard him gasp, and I tightened my walls around his dick. Instantly, felt him get weak in the knees. He grabbed my neck from behind, then licked and kissed my ear while pulling me back to him. He gave me slow, long, deep strokes, and I loved it. I was no longer thinking of the shit he had just done to me; all I could focus on was getting another nut.
This triflin’ ass nigga knew my body. He knew exactly what spots to hit, and he did that consistently. We switched positions, and I was now riding him while he sat on the couch. I put my hand around his throat and tightened my grip as I bounced up and down his pole. A few minutes later, we came simultaneously.
I collapsed on his chest, and he rubbed my back while trying to regulate his breathing. As soon as my orgasm passed, I wasinstantly filled with regret. I got off the couch to get towels to clean us both up, but when I returned, he was knocked out. That was my opportunity to escape. I pulled my phone out and booked an Uber because I didn’t want him to take me back to my car.
I didn’t know how I allowed myself to fall into this man’s trap. It was like I instantly sobered up once I was done fucking him. I knew I should have followed my first mind and let him drive himself home, but I had to be this nigga’s keeper. My good heart always puts me in bad situations. I really couldn’t believe what I had just done.
Before I left, I wrote Jakari a note and placed it on his counter, saying that what we did was a mistake and I couldn’t be there for him anymore. I promised to check on Keith, but I was really done with him and not to come looking for me. I felt like a real joke for not being able to resist the nigga who broke my heart after I had been nothing but good to him. Well, I couldn’t cry over spilled milk; I just had to strengthen my mind not to fall for no shit like that again. As the Uber dropped me off at home, Rowdy called.
“Is everything okay, beautiful? I know you had a family emergency, but I just needed to hear your voice and for you to tell me that you’re good,” he said.
I immediately regretted my entire day. This man deserved a fair chance at getting to know me and building a bond with me, but I almost let my ex-ruin even that.
“Thank you, baby. I’m okay. I’ve just had a long day. I have family in the hospital, but I’m gonna make it up to you for missing out today,” I said, and I meant it.
“You don’t gotta make shit up to me. You were looking out for your people, and Ima always respect that. Family comes first, and hopefully, one day we’ll have our own lil’ family.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the situation.
“Don’t tell me that! Ima have to cuff you before anybody else can ’cause you seem to be the perfect man.”
“I’m far from perfect, beautiful, but if you promise to rock with me, Ima forever have your back and make sure you straight.”
“Like I’ve said, Rowdy, I just got out of a bad situation, and I wanna take our time. I wanna put all my time into getting to know you and only you, but I wanna take it slow so we know it’s real. I want something that nobody can ever come between. I’ve thought that I had that in the past and didn’t, now I’m real life traumatized.”
“I wanna give you all of that. I’m nothing like any nigga from your past. Let me show you. What’s the worst that can happen? Just take a chance on me.”
“Don’t say that, ’cause I’ve seen some shit. When you think things can’t go bad, that’s when it gets real ugly.”
“That’s the past, ma. I’m trying to be your future. I don’t know what happened with you and your ex, but that nigga was a lame. It’s no other explanation for that nigga fumbling you. I don’t have a lame bone in my body, bae. I ain’t yo’ past nigga.”
I spent the next hour caking on the phone, letting Rowdy whisper sweet nothings in my ear. He was everything I wanted in a man so far. Most of the time, shit was too good to be true; I just hoped that this wasn’t one of those times.
When we got off the phone, I took a long, hot shower and tried to scrub all remnants of Jakari off my body and out of my mind. I decided that I wouldn’t count tonight as a fuck up between Rowdy and me. We weren’t official, so it wasn’t cheating. I just couldn’t let it happen again. When I was done in the shower, I went into my closet and started gathering the last of J’s things. I would be donating them to Goodwill and moving on with my life. I wasn’t gonna dwell on today; I was gonna forget it happened.
I called Ciara and told her what happened to Keith, purposely leaving out everything else that went down. Ciara was my girl, but she was team Rowdy all day, and I wasn’t about to hear her mouth. She didn’t play about me. Even if I forgave a person, she still held a grudge, and I loved her for that. I really was too damn soft sometimes. I ended my night texting my future man and making plans for our date the next night.
When I arrived at my shop the next morning, I begged Carmen to do my hair. She specialized in updos, and I wanted a half up, half down style for my date. Once Carmen was done with my hair, I was really feeling myself. I didn’t even wanna work for the rest of the day. I admired myself in the mirror for a good ten minutes.
“Okay now, Boss Lady. Don’t hurt ’em too bad,” my lash tech, Ericka, said as she worked on her client.
“How can I not? This shit is too fya! Carmen did her big one on this one,” I said, and the shop agreed.
I paid her and gave her a hefty tip but almost had to fight her to accept it. She was always hooking me up and not wanting to take my money. One thing about me, though, I was gon’ always make sure my people ate, and that was on period.
