Page 33 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Nickoi walks in, and I feel him before I see him.

My eyes latch onto him, tracing the smooth, effortless way he moves toward me, hands in his pockets.

The space between us gets smaller, but the heat between us only grows.

He pulls out a small box slowly— like he knows I’m watching, he knows the effect he has on me.

He doesn’t speak, but the tension in the air says all I need to know.

His eyes hold mine, a promise, a challenge, everything wrapped up in that one look.

The way he stands there, the way he makes me wait. ..

Watch how the bwoy have the lady head going.

“What’s in the box?” I ask, it comes out softer than I intended.

He steps behind me, his presence so close I can feel the heat radiating off him. “Guess nuh Mami,” he murmurs, his breath a warm whisper against my shoulder. The sensation sends a shiver through me, my eyes on the mirror.

“A bracelet?” I try.

“Nah,” he braces into me, pushing me against the dresser, his chest pressing into my back, his weight sending me further down. “One more try.”

“Nickoi... chro,” I whine and grip the edge to keep me steady.

He raises his arms over my head, carefully brushing the skin of my neck as he clips the custom pandora necklace into place.

I glance down, the pendant resting on my chest reads: Mami.

Our couple name, Nara engraved in a fine script beneath it.

I press my index finger on it, tracing the letters with the corner of my lips turning into a smile.

“Didn’t know you’re into stuff like this,” he doesn’t look like the sentimental type.

“Neva’ know either,” his words deep, then he chuckles to brush off the weight of his words. I meet his gaze in the mirror. “I love it... Thank you.”

Jeez you’re just thanking him, why do your words have to sound so seductive?

“So, who was on the phone?” he asks, his hands dropping to my curvy hips, his fingers gently tracing the fabric of my clothes. I watch as he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, a slow, deliberate move, that makes my pulse race. He’s so handsome. So sexy.

“Who yuh think?” I challenge, a rush of boldness surging through me. He yanks me close, the force of it jolting me. The space between us burns. My eyes lock with his in the mirror. I watch his gaze turn dark, hungry.

“Mama was on the phone,” I say. My gaze lingers on the vape in his hand.

“You wah try it?” I shake my head no. He grips my ass, firm, deliberate. “You sure?”

That smirk. That look. I snatch it from his hands, take a drag, the burn hits fast, I cough. He chuckles, rubbing my back. “That a lightweight Mami.”

“It got a lemon taste... so I like it,” I murmur, my eyes locking onto his. Dark. Lecherous. Watching me like he already knows what’s coming next.

“Mi kno’ mon,” he mutters, his voice thick, heavy— just like his dick that’s pressing into my back. I turn to him, my eyes dropping to his lips. They’re so tempting.

“Yuh want it?” his voice is low, rough, dripping with need.

My heart pounds, my body screams yes, but my lips won’t move. The air between us thickens— heavy, suffocating. I can’t take it. I need to close the space, to touch him, to feel him. But, I stand here. Silent. Waiting.

You’re too shy Zara ...

“Mi a take off mi slippers,” I say, moving away— only to gather myself, because truth is, I’d take him even with them on. Hear the saint!

I exhale, fingers working off the slides. When I look up through my lashes, Nickoi is watching me— waiting. He’s serious.

“What?” I smile, a little shy, as he tilts his head, exhaling. The smoke curls around his face, rising slowly before he pulls it back through his nose, making sure I see every movement. Ouuu...

“Yuh want it?” he repeats.

“Yea... ” I swallow my pride.

“So fawud nuh, mi know yuh shy but come unleash the demon weh me know in a yuh,” he smirks and in seconds, his eyes get darker.

He gestures me closer. The closer I get to him, he moves back until he’s sitting at the edge of the bed.

I bring my legs over and straddle him. I can feel his erection.

My shyness melts. Heat throbs between my legs, aching for him.

I rock my hips, seeking friction. My lips trace his neck, hungry.

My hands glide over his tattoos, feeling the heat of his skin beneath. His muscles are so hard. Damn.

In seconds, our clothes hit the floor. I’m in nothing but my panties.

He hooks a finger in the waistband, pulling them down, agonizingly slow.

His eyes glinting at the wetness. The curve of my breasts in full view, my nipples hardening.

His lips part, taking one in his mouth. His tongue, wet, hot and soft, teasing with every movement.

He traces the sensitive tips, flicking it slowly before increasing the intensity, making every nerve in my body tingle.

I hug behind his head biting back moans.

He pulls back slowly, eyes fall to the moisture dripping to my inner thighs. Why him a take so longgg?

“You want eh killa mon,” he smacks my ass. I bite my lip, frustration bubbling up.

“Do that aga—” he cuts me off, eyes the darkest brown.

“And yuh do wah?”

“Take it myself,” It spills out low, making him laugh.

The sides of his eyes crinkle, his dimples deepen as the pleasing sound fills the room. He grabs both of my ass cheeks, slapping them with a sharp sound that makes me gasp. It feels... too good. This is the only pain I welcome in my life.

“I want it,” I murmur, lips grazing his skin. “Now too... ” my voice tinged with desire.

I spread my legs, slowly, but he grips my thighs and close it, his eyes locking into mine. “No baby... ” he shakes his head. “Anuh time fi dat yet.” My cheeks flushes. Wah him mean?

“Feel wi aguh just skip to that?” he smirks, pulling me all the way up to him, his hand closing around my throat, his breath hot against my ear.

“Nah. Man want sup’m else first.”

I freeze. “What?” My voice is shaky, unsure.

He pulls away. His fingers trailing down my arm, making me shiver. “Go pan yuh knees,” he says, the words simple, but they hit me like a freight train.

“Mi want feel your mouth, Mami.”

Shit. Mi nuh kno’ fi do dat.

My heart races, but my body tenses. “Wait, I... ” I feel heat rising to my cheeks. Embarrassment drowns me. I can’t even look him in the eye. Ughhh! Why mi never think of this? Yea, because Malik neva’ ask mi fi put mi mouth pan him private part yet.

His stare is intense. Too intense. He’s studying me. Great. Him pick up. Mi shameeeee! Shame a kill me. Gwaan guh bag yuh face!

“It’s okay,” his eyes softens. I exhale, like I didn’t know I was holding my breath. Then he adds, “On yuh knees. Mi o’ teach yuh.”

I hesitate. I’m not ready for this, but the way he looks at me, the way he says it, makes me want to try. I look up at him, catching his gaze. “Okay… ”

“Yuh want please me, right?” I swallow hard, nodding slowly.

“Yeah... I do.”

“You don’t have to be perfect. Just trust me,” he pulls me closer, and I drop to my knees, once I’m on the floor, he moves back, forcing me to crawl to him.

The tension between us thickens, and despite my nerves, my body reacts—hot, needy, eager. He smiles, the corners of his mouth turning up in approval.

“Good girl,” he stops in front of the window, his eyes dark and focused on me. I’m on all fours, breath shallow. “Arch yuh back,” is his first order.

I do as I’m told, my back arched, pushing my breast closer to the cold tiles, it grazes my nipples. He steps closer, his fingers gliding down my spine, making me shiver. “Perfect,” his voice makes me pulse with need.

I nod, taking a deep breath as I prepare myself for something I’ve never done before. His fingers slip into my hair, massaging my scalp gently, coaxing me to relax.

“Ready?” he breathes, and I nod slowly, his fingers gently grip the sides of my face, guiding me.

I wrap my hand behind his knees. Still on my knees, I push my body up on one leg, bringing my lips closer to the right level. I look up at him one last time, searching his gaze for reassurance. His thumb brushes over my lips.

“Take it slow Mami.” Then I smile, at how pretty it is. He has a little beauty mark at the side. “Yaw smile bout?”

I open my mouth, the initial contact sending a wave of heat through me. I can feel him there, the veins, the texture, the length, the way he twitches slightly in my mouth. I move slowly, cautiously.

“That’s it. Just like that,” his voice rough now. “Just find a rhythm.”

Once I find it, I use it to my advantage, bobbing my head, at a steady pace. He grips the back of my head, just a little, not forcing, just supporting.

“Feels good, don’t it?” his breath ragged.

I hum in response, liking the way he watches me.

For five minutes, I tease him—slowly, sloppily—gliding over him with the roof of my mouth, my lips pressed tight against the tip.

Then, I push myself, taking him all in. He hits the back of my throat, his eyes lock onto mine, and I see his breath falter in such a short moment, he’s close.

The vein in his forehead throbs as he grits his teeth, eyes rolling back.

“Zaraaa... ” he groans. I smile, every inch I take, every shift I make, it feels right. It feels like control. It feels like something I could get used to.

His grip tightens, releasing in my mouth. I bob my head faster sliding my tongue in all the right places, knowing it drives him insane. His chest heaves, his legs tense, and suddenly, he grabs me, lifting me off the ground, laughing in breaths.

“Sure yuh nah lie to me?”

Screamingggg We pass! We do good girlllllll!

He throws me on the bed, feeling hyperactive, I press my chest down on the bed, my eyes find the mirror when he slaps my ass. It jiggles each time his hand comes down on my flesh.

“Ow!” I laugh, then I look over my shoulder at him. “Your time now…”

He glares at me. “Wah?”

“Noooo! I mean... sex,” I soften my voice.