Page 7 of Gotta Jones For Ya

I knew Nyomi was ‘bout to act up. She ain’t say a word soon as that check hit the table. Just snatched her lil’ purse, slid out the booth wit' her thighs still twitchin’ from what I did to her, and stomped toward the exit like she wasn’t just nuttin’ two minutes ago.

I licked my fingers and wiped the corners of my mouth slowly wit' the cloth napkin, smilin'. Crazy how women swear they mad while their pussy tell a whole different story.

I tossed three hundreds on the table, told the waiter, “Keep the change,”

and got up without rushing. Nyomi was already out front, arms folded, a frown sittin’ deep on that pretty ass face.

“Really, Keon?”

she snapped the second I stepped outside.

I looked her up and down slowly, then adjusted the fitted on my head.

“What’s good? I know you ain’t feelin’ a way over how I handled that lil’ disrespectful situation.”

“You didn’t have to threaten him,”

she hissed, eyes cutting me like she wanted to throw hands.

“You didn’t have to… do that shit under the table!”

I grinned.

“You came though.”

Her mouth dropped and she looked around like the sidewalk had ears.

“You’re really sick.”

“Yeah,”

I said, steppin’ close in her space and shit.

“Sick for you.”

She pushed my chest.

“Back up, Knuck.”

“Why?”

I leaned down, brushed her ear wit' my lips.

“You gon’ run from a nigga like a track star for real now? It’s like that? After I had you clenchin’ my wrist like it was your lifeline?”

“Why are you so crazy?”

I grabbed her wrist and opened the passenger side like a gentleman.

“Get in before I bend you over the fuckin’ hood in broad day.”

She sucked her teeth but slid in, mumbling something under her breath. I jogged around and climbed in, cranking the engine. The rental truck smelled like her lotion and perfume. Had my dick bricked up in my Amiri’s. I hit the road, one hand on the wheel, the other itching to grab her thigh.

She finally spoke.

“You embarrassed me, Keon.”

I chuckled.

“You loved that shit.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did. You wet as hell right now. You want me to pull over and prove it?”

She turned her head fast.

“Say what you want,”

I shrugged, making a left.

“But your pussy don’t lie, and I’m tired of you actin’ like you don’t want this to be more than just fuckin’.”

She looked at me wildly.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,”

I said, eyes on the road.

“You feel that shit too. Don’t play dumb. The way you talk to me. The way you kiss me back. I know you be missin’ a nigga when I’m not ‘round.”

“You’re delusional as hell.”

“Nah, I’m focused,”

I said, makin’ the final turn.

“And you mine. Whether you admit it or not.”

She looked out the window, but I saw her thighs press together. I just shook my head.

Pullin’ up to her crib, I parked, and seconds later, she flung open the door.

“Where you goin’, Nyomi?”

I asked, steppin’ out after her.

“Inside.”

I followed behind her wit’ the shoppin’ bags, my footsteps heavy as fuck behind her. Watchin’ that ass jiggle under her sundress. As soon as she unlocked the door and stepped in, I kicked it shut behind me and dropped the bags down, snatchin’ her wrist to pull her straight into me.

“You want me to leave?”

I asked, voice deep.

“Yes.”

“You ain’t done bein’ mad?”

“No.”

“Good.”

I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, tongue first, hands rough, pressed her back against the wall. She fought it for two seconds. Maybe three. Then she cracked, openin’ her mouth wider. Her hands pulled at my shirt. I hiked her dress up and snatched her panties off.

“Bend that ass over the island.”

“No.”

“I said bend that ass over.”

She slapped my chest.

“I really don’t like you.”

“Yeah?”

I grabbed her throat, spun her around, and pinned her ass against the island. Dick pressed against her ass.

“But your pussy does. Now bend the fuck over.”

She did. Moanin' all low and shit, lookin’ back at me wit' that sexy ass mad face. I dropped my jeans and my briefs, then spread her cheeks and licked that pretty pussy from the back. Strokin’ my dick, I slid in deep, no hesitation. She gasped, hands flat against the island.

“I swear to God,”

I growled in her ear.

“You ever let another nigga look at you like that again, I’ll break his fuckin’ jaw and make you cum while he watches me tear this pussy up.”

Nyomi’s moans turned to cries. I gripped her hips, stroked her hard, deep, relentless. The sound of skin slappin’, her breath hitchin’, my name comin’ out her mouth like a whisper.

“Say it.”

“Shut up…”

“Say it’s mine.”

“Knuck… oh God…”

I grabbed her hair, yanked her back onto me. “Say it.”

“It’s yours,”

she whimpered as she came, creaking on my dick. Shakin’. Tremblin’.

“This pussy is yourssss!”

Her body went limp against the island, but I wasn’t done. Then, I whispered, “You ain’t never gon’ be free of me, baby. Never.”

I pulled out slowly, then dipped down and slopped that pussy up like a biscuit wit' extra gravy.

“Fuucckkk!”

she gasped, grippin’ the corner of the island, legs tremblin’ like a stripper on their first night. I love that shit.

Smilin’, I licked my lips, juices drippin’ from my chin as I plunged back inside. “Mmm,”

I groaned, grabbin’ a fistful of her hair, yankin’ her head back. I leaned down so my mouth brushed her ear.

“You see the way I’m blessin’ this pussy? I can bless you in real life. I can be a good nigga to you, Ny. Just let me.”

I growled, slappin’ her ass so hard she yelped.

“I… told… you…”

“I don’t give a fuck about none of that. You’re mine, Nyomi. Now shut the fuck up and take this dick.”

I pulled her arms behind her back, pinnin’ her while I fucked her harder. Long strokes. Deep strokes. All the way in strokes. My chain swung against my chest wit’ every pump. My breath caught in my throat every time her pussy clenched around me like it didn’t wanna let go.

She cried out, breathy, wild.

“Why… are you… oh, my God… fucking me… like this?”

I licked the side of her neck, then bit it.

“‘Cause I fuckin’ love this pussy. You feel that?”

“Yessss!”

“Good. ‘Cause I want you sore tomorrow. I want your legs shakin’ when you try to walk. I want you rememberin’ this dick every time your pussy throbs.”

I pulled out again, and she whined like I’d ripped out her soul. I spun Nyomi around, lifting her off the ground in one motion. Her legs wrapped around me on instinct.

“Hold on, baby,”

I grunted, walkin’ us to the couch. I dropped down, sittin’ back, lettin’ her straddle me. Her chest heaved. Her mouth parted. Eyes dazed.

I slapped her ass again.

“Ride this muthafucka.”

She hesitated, bitin’ her bottom lip, frownin’, and shit. I grabbed her throat, squeezin’ just enough to wake her ass up.

“I said ride it.”

She whimpered, sank down onto my dick slowly, and we both damn near lost our breath at the same time. “Shiiiit,”

she hissed. Her nails dug into my shoulders. She moved like she didn’t give a fuck about tomorrow. Bouncin’ on me, cryin’ out, and tryna hold it together. I saw her fallin’ apart, though. Her head fell back, and her body quivered.

“Ny, look at me,”

I told her.

“I wanna see them eyes roll back when you cum.”

“I can’t… Knuck, oh my God!”

“Yes, you can,”

I grunted, thrustin’ into that pussy like a savage.

“You gon’ nut on this dick and stare me in the face while you do it.”

And she did. Her body shuddered, her hips shook, and her whole damn soul cracked right open on me. She screamed my name louder than a nigga ever heard it screamed before. I swear to God that shit made me wanna go harder.

I flipped her again and threw her on the couch this time. I wanted that ass up and back arched as I hit it from the back wit' no mercy. Sweat dripped from our bodies. Her hair was wild as fuck. Edges sweated out. I’d pay for that shit. I didn’t give a fuck.

“Fuckfuckfuck… Keeeeooonnnnn!”

I grabbed her hair. Pulled her up as she came again. Bit her shoulder.

“Fuckin’ love you, girl.”

And when I pulled out and nutted all over her fat ass, that shit damn near made a nigga blind. I held her up wit’ one hand and kept stroking my dick wit’ the other to get it all out, growlin’ and shit.

When I finally let Nyomi go, she collapsed forward, breathless. Legs twitchin’.

“Now get mad again,”

I whispered in her ear.

“See if I don’t fuck you through the floor next time.”

**

Steam still clung to my skin when I dropped down in her bed, leanin’ back against her headboard, naked and heavy-lidded. She came out the bathroom a few minutes later, wrapped in a towel, moisturized, hair damp and pulled up into a bun. She walked like her soul had left her body.

Shit made me smirk.

“Need help walkin’?”

I asked, lips curlin’ up.

“Fuck you,”

she muttered, limpin’ over.

“Already did,”

I said, watchin’ her drop the towel and slide under the covers, ass brushin’ my thigh like she didn’t know what the fuck she was doin’.

“We ‘bout to get a nap in before round 2?”

She settled on her side, propped up on her elbow, starin’ at me.

“Have you always been this… crazy? Seriously. I wanna know.”

“You know damn well it’s you that got me actin’ like this. Just say you mine and let it be that.”

She groaned.

“You are so toxic.”

“I’m right, though,”

I shot back.

“You know what you do to me, and I know you can tell I’ma good nigga. So, what’s up?”

Nyomi huffed. Her lips all twisted like she didn’t know whether to cuss me out or kiss me again.

We lay there a minute in that silence that wasn’t really silent. The kind that felt like tension was simmerin’ underneath the skin. I glanced at her again, noticed the way her lashes brushed her cheeks when she blinked slowly. She looked peaceful but guarded.

“Talk to me. Why you don’t do relationships?”

I asked finally.

She went quiet for a second too long before turnin’ around fully and looking at me.

“Too messy.”

I licked my lips.

“That ain’t a reason. That’s an excuse.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Okay, therapist.”

“I’m deadass,”

I said, reachin’ over to trace my finger down her spine.

“You cool wit’ givin’ up the pussy, the time, the energy… but not the title?”

“It ain’t about a title.”

“So what it’s ‘bout?”

She sighed.

“It’s about not dealing with men switching up. One day, they’re into you, everything’s going great, and then, another woman gets their interest. Or they’re putting hands on you, or they… just switch up. Distant. Disappearing. I’ve been there and done all that. Keon, I’m not interested in trying to prove I’m worthy of love to somebody again. Especially not a man with demons.”

I paused.

“That what you think I am? A nigga wit’ demons?”

She looked at me.

“Aren’t you?”

“Hell yeah,”

I admitted.

“But I make peace wit’ mine. I don’t project ‘em on nobody that ain’t deserve it. And I ain’t askin’ you to prove shit to me. You already showed me what I needed to see. I know you a solid woman. Got your head on straight and shit. I ain’t tryna rock your world. Just tryna step in it and see what’s up wit’ you. Wit’ us.”

She blinked at me. “Why?”

she asked, voice softer.

“Why you even wanna fuck with me like that? We could’ve kept this fun. No pressure.”

“‘Cause you different,”

I said.

“You the first woman I met in a long time that ain’t fold when I pushed. You challenge me. You got a sharp ass mouth and a softer heart than you admit. And the way you carry yourself? Sexy as fuck. I could pull bitches easy. I want you.”

She swallowed hard, eyes flicking down my chest before meeting mine again.

“You say that now…”

“I’ll say it tomorrow too,”

I promised.

“And the day after that. Long as you don’t try to run.”

She lay on my chest quietly for a minute, the weight of her body relaxin’ more wit’ every breath. My hand moved slowly up and down her bare back, feeling the goosebumps poppin’ up.

“You ever loved somebody who broke you?”

she asked out the blue, voice low like she didn’t even mean to say it.

My fingers paused for a second, then kept movin’. “Yeah,”

I said. “You?”

She nodded against my chest.

“My first love. Jeremy. Met him at nineteen. Thought he was it for me. First man I let see all of me—inside and out.”

I didn’t say nothin’. Just listened. That’s all she needed.

“He was sweet at first, showing up and buying me shit. Told me I was too good for the world. Had me thinking love was easy. Then he started making me feel like I had to earn that love, like I had to chase him. Then, the abuse started. A slap here and there. A punch. Luckily, I got out before shit went too far.”

I felt her inhale deeply, then exhale slowly.

“And then, there was Caleb. I thought he was a good one, but I was dumb. He cheated, lied. Gaslit the fuck outta me. Made me feel crazy. And every time I threatened to leave, he turned into the perfect boyfriend again. Like clockwork. Until I didn’t even recognize myself any more.”

I tightened my hold on her. Jaw clenched.

“You ain’t gotta explain nothin’ else to me,”

I said after a pause.

“But I appreciate you tellin’ me. For real.”

She looked up at me, eyes glossed over but dry. “Now you,”

she whispered.

“Be honest.”

I let out a slow breath, rubbed my hand over my beard.

“I was engaged once,”

I said.

“Her name was Cierra. We was locked in and shit. Heavy. Talkin’ babies and all that. I was deep in the streets then, and she hated that shit. Couldn’t deal wit’ it.”

“What happened?”

“She ain’t wanna wait for a nigga to go legit. Told me she loved me, but she was tired of feelin’ like she was sharin’ me wit’ the streets, wit’ the risk, wit’ the women who came wit’ the lifestyle. I ain’t blame her. I was tryna be a better man, but I ain’t move fast enough.”

“And that hurt you?”

I nodded.

“Fuck, yeah. She was the first person I thought about goin’ legit for. And when she left, it was like… I ain't have nobody to prove shit to no more. So I got worse. Colder. More dangerous. I ain’t trust no woman after that. Just was ‘bout pussy and a nut. Until now.”

Her brows twitched.

“What’s now?”

“You, Ny,”

I said, dead in her eyes.

“I don’t know what the fuck this is yet, but in God, I really wanna fuck wit’ you. You got a nigga Jonesin’ bad, baby. I see you and I feel you.”

She didn’t respond. Just lay there lookin’ at me like she was tryna decide whether to believe me or not. I slid my hand up her side, palm restin’ under her breast.

“I’m not here to fix you,”

I told her.

“I’m here to fuck wit’ you. Respect you. Protect you. And if you let me in, I promise I won’t treat you like you disposable.”

Her eyes glossed over again. This time, a tear slid down.

“Fuck, Keon,”

she whispered, shakin’ her head.

“You can’t say shit like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll start falling for your crazy, delusional ass.”

I smiled a lil’ bit.

“Fall. I’ll catch you.”

She pressed her lips together, wiped her cheek, then kissed my chest softly before lyin’ her head back down.

“Oh, God. What am I getting myself into with you?”

“Shit, I’m tryna meet your mama and have you sitting at my Granny’s table for Sunday dinner.”

She let out a breathy laugh.

“Damn. You wanna meet my mother? Her ass stays on vacation with my stepfather. They’ll be around sometime for the holidays, but I think I’ll run from you before then.”

I held her close. My lips brushed her forehead.

“Then I’ll chase you.”

She laughed again, layin’ her head on my chest.

“Toxic ass.”

“Yup,”

I said, kissin’ her cheek.

“But I’m your toxin now.”

And wit’ my arm holdin’ her tight, her legs tanglin’ wit’ mine, and my lips against her temple, I felt her breath slow down. Her body go still. She finally let herself fall asleep. Safe. Naked. In my arms.