Hooked On His Thuggish Ways, page 11
“Jaxsyn.” I placed my hands on the top of his head and tried to push him away. I tightened my thighs and damn near squeezed the hell out of his head.
“Are you going to let me eat this pussy or no?” he looked up from between my legs and asked.
Calming myself down, I inhaled then exhaled. I covered my face with my hand and let him continue to do what he was doing so excellently.
“Damn.” I began to twirl my hips and he opened my pussy up and stuck his tongue in my hole. Slurping and licking, slurping and licking.
“Shit,” he moaned against my lips and the vibration from his words felt good.
Everything at this point was turning me on. Even the way his beard was tickling against my skin.
“Ahhh,” I screamed when he stuck his fingers inside of me and began to rub up against something that had me about to fucking lose my mind.
I was now pulling my own hair as he continued to eat my pussy and dig his fingers inside of me.
“Jaxsynnnnn,” I moaned as my body jerked, and I felt like I had just pissed on myself.
Covering my face, I felt embarrassed. I just knew I hadn’t pissed in this man’s bed. I just knew I didn’t.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry,” I said through my hands.
“Sorry for what?” he asked.
“For your bed,” I mumbled.
Laughing, he pulled my hands down. “You serious? You never had that happen to you before?”
“Huh?” I was now confused.
“That’s what the fuck your body supposed to do when you messing with a real nigga.” He began to flex his muscles and beat on his chest.
“I can see now you not ready for the real deal, so I’m going to save that for you later.” He smirked then laid beside me and pulled me close.
I was happy that his bed was big enough that I didn’t have to be the one sleeping in that wet spot. Snuggling up underneath him, for the first time in a long time I felt like I was going to get a peaceful night’s rest.
Closing my eyes, I slowly began dozing off until I heard Jaxsyn whisper, “You taste good ma.”
I couldn’t help but giggle, as my eyelids struggled to stay open.
“Thank you...” I trailed off as I closed my eyes and snuggled even closer to him and fell asleep.
It was now the next morning and it had been so long since I had woken up feeling like this. I mean, I didn’t feel all the way whole but I felt like there was a possibility that Jaxsyn could help me get there.
“Morning beautiful.” Jaxsyn smiled widely and I did the same.
“I need to get home. I know my grandma is probably worried,” I said after I stretched and yawned.
“Cool. You ready?” he asked. He was fully dressed in a pair of red jeans and a black, red and white Bulls shirt. He had on a fitted hat, that he had twisted backwards, and some all-white classic Nikes on his feet. He was looking so damn good and I had never seen him this dressed up like this before. I mean, I had only been knowing him for maybe five days.
FIVE DAYS? I thought to myself as I palmed my face.
It’s ok Kaizlyn, I told myself as I sat up and examined him from head to toe again.
“Damn, you got a date?” I asked.
“Nah…” He adjusted his gold watch on his arm then walked into the bathroom.
I got up out of the bed and looked for my clothes, quickly putting them on while he was in the bathroom. I was now sitting on the side of bed, combing through my hair with my fingers.
“You ready?” He stepped out of the bathroom and I could smell whatever cologne he had just sprayed onto himself invade up my nostrils, and cause a tingling sensation to come over my body.
“Yeah. Can I use the bathroom really quick?” I questioned.
“Fa show.”
Getting off the bed, I went into the bathroom and took a much-needed piss. I then quickly washed my hands and tried to add a little water to my hair to control the small hairs that were going in every direction.
I looked at myself in the mirror, to make sure that I didn’t have any sleep or anything on my face, then left out. I couldn’t wait to get to my grandma’s so that I could take a much-needed shower.
Finally pulling up to our neighborhood, I noticed that Jaxsyn began to slow down. I looked ahead of me and I realized why.
How could I have forgotten about her? I shook my head.
Once we came to a complete stop, Jaxsyn took a deep breath then looked at me. “Don’t worry about her ok?”
“What you mean don’t worry about her?” I raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“Just sit in here and don’t get out ok?”
Rolling my eyes at him, I allowed him to get out and before he could even make it to the chick’s car, she got out waving her finger in his face and yelling a whole bunch of crazy shit just like last time.
Each minute he stood out there arguing with her, the stupider I felt. Finally saying fuck it, I got out of the car and made sure to slam the door so that he knew I was out that bitch.
“Kaizlyn,” he called my name but I ignored him.
“Kaizlyn, fucking stop walking now,” he yelled again, but I waved him off.
“I fucking knew it... I knew it,” that bitch yelled out.
“Shut the fuck up Londyn and get in your fucking car and get the fuck on with this bullshit,” I heard him say. “And Kaizlyn, if you keep walking, I’ll come in that bitch for you,” he threatened, but I didn’t care. I felt embarrassed and stupid right now.
I didn’t know how I could have let my guard down and forget about him and ole girl.
Blowing off fucking steam, this was one of the times I didn’t need Londyn out here with the shit. Like real nigga shit.
As I watched Kaizlyn walk into her grandma’s house, I decided to handle her later. I needed to put my foot down with Londyn real quick.
“Listen here.” I stepped to her.
“Listen to what Jaxsyn. Listen to what?” She pointed her finger all up in my face and I grabbed it. When I grabbed it, I squeezed that motherfucka because I was sick of her shit.
I backed her up against her car and looked at her with disgust. “Listen! Don’t bring your ass back over here. Period. I don’t give a fuck what it is about. I don’t give a fuck what you feel like you need to get off of your chest. I don’t want to see this fucking car over here if you don’t want it to get shot the fuck up,” I threatened her.
“You’re telling me you are picking her over me and your child.” She began to pout and rub her belly.
“Man, Londyn get on with that shit.” I waved her off. “Talk to me when you have the baby.”
“Really? Really Jaxsyn? I fucking hate you. I fucking hate you.” She sung the same tune that she always did when she was mad.
“Girl bye,” I told her and began to walk off.
While walking off, I didn’t look back because I knew Londyn might always talk that tough ass loud shit, but she knew to fucking listen. Hearing her tires screeching off, I knew that she was gone.
Walking over to Mrs. Daisey’s house, I exhaled then knocked on the door. Mrs. Daisey opened the door with a crazy look on her face. Never had I ever seen her look at me like this so I guess she kind of knew that Kaizlyn was mad at me.
“Hey Mrs. Daisey, can I talk to Kaizlyn?” I tried to put my damn good boy voice on.
“Now what in the hell do you want with my granddaughter?” she asked through the screen door.
“I just want to talk to her. I promise.” I crossed my fingers and placed them over my heart.
“Uhmm huh.” She twisted her lips up but she still let me in.
“She in her room,” she told me as she looked me up and down.
Smiling, I made my way to Kaizlyn’s room. The walk to her room wasn’t a long walk but I felt like I was walking the green mile. Once I made it to her door, I stood there for a minute and I tried to get my thoughts together.
I rubbed my hand down my face and right when I was about to knock, she opened the door and there she was wrapped in a towel.
“Ughh,” I stuttered, sounding like a weak nigga.
“Ughh. What? Why are you even in here? Your lil’ girlfriend must be gone,” she sassed at me, and it was funny. Kaizlyn was already showing that she was jealous and even territorial.
“So you mad.” I cupped her chin.
She jerked away from me and rolled her eyes. “No! How could I be?”
Chuckling, I pushed her back into her room and closed and locked the door.
“What does that mean Kaizlyn?” I folded my arms across my chest and stared at her while trying to behave.
“I’m not your girl. So how can I be?”
“Do want to be?” I walked closer to her.
“I don’t even know you like that Jaxsyn.” She turned, thinking that was going to stop me from wrapping my arms around her.
“Jaxsyn, move.” She shrugged as I wrapped my arms around her and nestled my chin against her neck.
“Do you want to be?” I whispered against her ear while kissing her against her earlobe.
“I don’t know…” She paused.
I knew that Kaizlyn wanted to be my girl and I also knew she had her reason for having her guard up, but I swear a nigga wasn’t trying to be on no dog ass shit. I truly hated that I had Londyn’s ass in the corner ready to fucking wreck some shit.
“It’s cool. Take your time. You’ll be mine,” I said with cockiness.
I then kissed her on her neck and walked out of her room and headed for the front door.
“Bye Mrs. Daisey.” I waved as I went to the front door.
“Bye boy, don’t make me kill ya.” She came out of the kitchen pointing the knife that she was in the kitchen using to cut up some tomatoes.
“I’m not. I swear.” I chuckled then left out of the house.
Hopping back in my car, I pulled into my driveway since I didn’t have a chance to because Londyn was blocking my shit.
On entering the house, I found my grandma sitting in her normal spot sipping on her coffee. Every morning, like clockwork, she would get up, sit in her little rocker chair and enjoy a cup of fresh black coffee. She loved it strong and I swear that one little cup would have the whole house smelling like we were a coffee shop.
“Where is grandpa ma?” I asked, leaning over and kissing her on her forehead.
I swear that lady didn’t age. She looked so good to say that she was seventy-nine years old. Even with the moles that were slowly taking over her face. She always kept her shoulder length grey hair combed to the back but twisted up off her neck with a bobby pin keeping it in place. She was a feisty little thing and never bit her tongue about nothing.
“Went down to that damn tire shop, but I told his ass they are closed on Sundays.” She sipped her coffee slowly. “But where is that damn sister of yours?” she questioned and I don’t know why but I thought that when I got here, she would have at least brought her ass home. She hadn’t called me and even though I was trying to play it cool, my damn ass was worried.
“Say what?” I scratched the side of my head.
Keisha’s ass needed to get her head on her shoulders and open her damn eyes because she was pissing a nigga like me off.
“Yeah. You heard me boy, you ain’t deaf. That boy got her damn nose wide open. She’s reminding me of your mother.” She shook her head and placed her cup of coffee on the table.
Hearing that my sister was acting or turning into my mother was not some shit that I wanted to hear. I didn’t want my sister to make me feel how I felt for my mother. Like, that woman had turned a nigga’s heart cold. Shit, well did, because Kaizlyn was slowly melting the ice. But I couldn’t stand my mother. I couldn’t see myself ever being around her or forgiving her. The shit that I had went through when I was a lil’ young bull was some shit I shouldn’t have had to experience if my mother was actually being a mother.
“Jaxsyn where is your damn mother?” Jefferson staggered into the living room while slamming the door behind him and damn near falling up against it.
“You heard me boy?” He walked over to me with that long ass cigarette on the tip of his lips and stood in front of me.
“I don’t know,” I dryly told him. At nine years old, I knew I didn’t like this man. The way I had to listen to my mother scream bloody murder because he would abuse her rang in my ears even when he wasn’t in the house.
“Answer me faster than that boy when I ask you something.” He leaned forward, dropping ashes in my lap. He then snatched me up by the collar of my shirt and dangled me in the air.
I was scared but I was also angry. I wished that I was older so that I could fight this nigga. I wanted to fight him. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to do him how many of the older niggas had did some of the men on our block.
Throwing me down on the sofa, he walked off right as my sister was coming around the corner.
“Ya mama back there.” He grabbed her by her little pigtails and she looked up at him with tears already on the brim of her eyes. I knew that my sister was terrified of him because she would run to me anytime that she would hear his voice.
She shook her head no, with her eyes wide.
“Ok. Get ya lil’ ass in there.” Jefferson leaned down and tapped my sister on her butt a few times. Not in a way that would hurt her, but in a way that made me want to keep my sister close to me. At nine years old, I was very aware of my surroundings. I had no choice but to learn and adapt to my environment.
“Kelly, you didn’t hear me asking them damn kids for you?” I heard him yell.
Then next thing I knew, my mother was screaming. Screaming so loudly that I grabbed my sister up and took her on the porch and hugged her ass tight.
The door closing caused me to come back to reality. Taking off his old school cap, my grandpa placed it on the hook then came and kissed my grandma on the head.
“Was they open babe?” My grandma smirked and my grandpa’s lips twisted up.
“Gale, you know that damn place was closed,” he expressed, hating to tell my grandma she was right.
Chuckling at the two of them, I told them I would be back and left out the door. I had to go and meet up with some of my niggas to get their input on my sister and what I should do because right now, a nigga just wanted to kill Whoodie, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about my sister being around his lame ass.
Pulling up on this lil’ spot on the corner of Johnson, I knew that my nigga Ace would be there. Every Sunday everybody would meet up there and watch the game, shoot dice and even cut hair.
“Let me gon’ and get you niggas out y’all money.” I stepped into the building and rubbed my hands together as Ace, Mike T, Bjay, Eric, and Rell huddled up in circle shooting dice.
“Nah nigga, because you be cheating.” Mike T stepped away from them and came and dapped me up.
“It’s called luck my nigga.” I chuckled.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yo’ ass be cheating,” Rell instigated.
The whole room was filled with laughter as Mr. Ed cut some nigga’s hair that I didn’t know.
Rubbing my chin, I walked over to Ace and put a bird off in his ear.
“Nah, I ain’t never seen him around,” he agreed, and even though we had our eye on that nigga, we didn’t act out of order. We kept on doing what we were doing, not letting him know that we were watching his ass.
“Man Ace, dawg. I don’t know what I’m going to do with Keisha.” I ran my hand over my waves and he looked at me, ready to go to war if that’s what it meant.
Ace looked at Keisha like a little sister, even though he wasn’t as hard on her as I was. But he knew that if I was coming to him like this then it was some serious shit.
“What’s up with sis ma nigga?”
“Shit, that young cat got her head gone and I ain’t liking the shit. I don’t trust that nigga, especially after what we did. “I rubbed my hands together as I thought about a nigga not being able to get to me so they went at my sister.
“Word. Damn,” he exhaled. “So, what you want to do?”
“I don’t know, but if she don’t come home today then we gon’ discuss some shit,” I let him know, and he nodded his head in agreement.
We then finished watching the football game, playing dice and even though the lil’ nigga who was getting his hair cut didn’t think I noticed, I peeped game. He knew who I was and the way he was texting on his phone let me know that something wasn’t right with him, but I wasn’t going to move too abrupt. Not yet!
It was late Sunday and I was so ready to go home. I had my little fun or whatever with Whoodie, but now it was time for him to take my ass home. I knew that my family was worried about me, especially my brother. I had cut my phone off because I was too scared to face his wrath for not coming home.
Hearing the sounds of footsteps getting closer, I was ready to tell Whoodie that I was ready to go as soon as he stepped foot in here.
The doorknob twisted and I leaped to my feet, thinking that it was Whoodie but to my disappointment, it was Sims. He was currently rocking a black eye courtesy of my brother.
He entered into the room and the way he was staring at me gave me the creeps. I didn’t know why but I didn’t trust his ass at all and even though I had tried to take up for him that day when he was basically harassing Kaizlyn, I was actually trying to do her a favor. I had heard stories about him around the school but most of the girls were scared to go forward because of who he was and the crew he hung out with.
“What Sims?” I sassed, smacking my lips and giving him extra hand movements.
“I was just checking on you. Making sure you good since Whoodie is gone,” his words caught me by surprise because Whoodie’s lying ass told me he was just going downstairs to get him something to drink out of the kitchen.
“Where did he go? I’m ready to go home.” I stomped my foot and pouted like I was a child.
I was starting to regret not leaving with my brother when he asked me to. It was like the pressure of everyone having their eyes on me made me fold. Then on top of that, I didn’t want Whoodie to be back in the arms of the chick I had seen him with.
