Page 77 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

“A nuh the man dem chat a the bwoy pon... and mi nuh get fi hear the rest a wah him did a say,” I repeat and his face gets blank.

“We can enjoy the party and talk bou this later?” I ignore his question. Him a run from this.

“Mi just tell yuh how much mi love you enuh and mi well aware seh you into badness enuh but you promise you would stay safe and when you a mek that promise mi mean you fi avoid violence. So please mek mi be wrong and wah you and yuh fren dem a talk bout a nuh badness?” I say like a question to him and he’s quiet.

“A nuh badness wi did a talk bout,” his voice now low.

“Nickoi if yuh eva’ a lie to me essi mi would a just lef yuh,” I snap and his face drops. I hiss loudly and head inside.

Jesus Zara! Everyone is gathered near the table waiting for us and I smile, putting that behind me. Stop being mean...

Mommy walks over to us. “Nickoi you alright?” he’s upset.

“Lucky,” I say under my breath. Stop nuh miss... a suh yuh sassy when yuh drunk?

“Everything Gov,” he tells her and I look at everyone with a smile, acting unbothered.

“Okay ready to sing the birthday song. We’ll start after three...1, 2, 3!” mommy announces and the chorus starts.

I hold Nickoi’s hand. As the melody fades, I glance at him, sensing his discontent. “Put that behind yuh,” I murmur softly, yet he remains unresponsive. Yuh get the man upset bout you a go lef him over a simple thing.

He looks at the crowd, placing his hand on top of mine and drags the knife through the black Chanel cake, cutting the heart in perfect halves.

Everyone shouts in cheer when he cuts a piece of the cake and feeds it to me, I smile.

Once we’re done, he heads outside and I sit at the side by myself watching everyone vibing and talking.

“Yuh ready fi food?” Gavin asks and I nod. He holds me, sensing the weight of my silence.

“The tension did up deh enuh a wah happ’m?” he questions.

“We just have a disagreement,” I lie.

“When yuh go home you need fi gi mi the details,” he says and I laugh.

“Good evening again everyone I know you’re enjoying yourself and thing but I’m just telling you guys that food is available so come by the patio,” my grandma says over the mic.

“See the nice part yah,” Gavin grins and I walk with him.

After we’re done eating I’m stuffed. I ate fish, jerk chicken, fried chicken, cake and I drank another cocktail with Gavin and Sash.

Nickoi came in with his friends and I assume they ate on the outside where they were having their conversation, but as they say, all good things must come to an end.

The party is now over and we are putting everything back together.

“Mommy we nah close up the people dem house?” I ask because everybody a act like them nah go back home.

Mommy and Mama laugh. “A wi new house this enuh Zara,” I stare at them with my brows raised. What?

“This a we new house?” I gasp and she nods. “Since when?”

“Since yuh boyfriend buy it,” she beams. .

. “Mi did a go buy a house and Nickoi pay fi everything... that bwoy spend more than thirty million pon this party enuh cas this house was 25 million,” my mother says in a low tone.

She a guh ask weh him work. “Weh him a get money from?” See the same thing.

“Him have a business,” I say surprising her.

She never expect fi hear that.

And mi think yuh would a chat out wah him really do.

“Wow what kind of business?” She questions.

“A car mart,” I say.

“Oh make sense cause me a say no mon this bwoy spend heavy,” she grins.

Then after a while I got outside and notice that everyone’s gone. They bid their farewells, but I didn’t know they’d leave at once. I look around and spot Sash going inside from the back and I walk out towards Nickoi’s car, he’s inside. I pull the door getting in beside him. He’s on his phone.

“Yuh just eva in a that, a wah yuh always a do in a it?” I tease with an attitude. He doesn’t say anything. Lord have Mercy pan dah likkle gyal yah.

“Anyways... I’m sorry if I came off aggressive earlier.” He stays quiet. “Nickoi?” I press and he looks away from his phone with a straight face.

“That Gov,” he drops his eyes back to his phone.

I stare at him for a while. I don’t know why, but when he has a straight face it turns me on. I smirk, putting my hand on his lap. He ignores me. Blame it on the alcohol. I climb over on him, taking his phone from him. His stare cold and steady, with his signature straight face.

“Mi a go see how long you a go have that face for,” I say turning off his phone.

He looks at me astonished. So easy huh? I put my hand under his chin and he raises his brow.

I pull up my dress, and start grinding on him, making him smile.

He can’t even be mad at me for too long.

You’re his weakness girl.. Plus the liquor a mek yuh act wild.

His teeth graze my lip, but he never bites.

Never gives in, pressing against the steering wheel, I feel his breath on my neck—hot, slow.

His lips hover, barely there, trailing lower.

Close. Too close. Ugh. Kiss mi nuhhh! The tease a kill me!

He holds my gaze, eyes dark, sending chills down my spine before crashing his lips against mine.

His hand glides up my thigh, slow but firm.

His tongue teases my lip, and the second I part them, he claims my mouth, deep and demanding.

Damn. I put my hand around his neck like he’d do me, grinding on him.

He groans, and I start licking his ear as I find his belt.

I feel his hand pushing my straps aside, his lips hot against my shoulder, sucking slowly.

I manage to pull the Ferrogamo buckle and move back a little, accidentally pressing the car’s horn.

I shift away, startled. Jesus! I find myself laughing.

Doh eva touch back alcohol. I hoist myself up, trembling, as he slides my lace panties to the side.

My heart pounds in my chest. I grip his arms, burying my face in his neck.

He’s still angry... just his movements scream that.

I drop my eyes to his hard length prodding my stomach. The bwoy aguh give we alllllll a that?!

I grow nervous. “9 inch for the birthday girl..” he sings it to the tune of, ‘One time for the birthday girl.’

“Byeee,” I laugh at that. He uses the head to part my lower lips. My mouth grows dry.

“Can we... can we go home?” I’m so eager but I don’t wanna moan too loud in the car. People might hear.

He smirks. “Nah, weh yaw move shy shy fa? Birthday sex yah get. A your world.” The way he says that? Ugh. My cheeks are warm. Whew.

He knows the right things to say. Always. “So birthday girl, you nah measure it?”

“Measure it?” My voice dips.

“Mhmm,” he reclines his seat.

My eyes widen at his words, and I bite my lip.

Slowly, I reach out, trying to wrap my hand around him.

My fingers barely touch, I stifle a panicked moan.

He chuckles and makes it move without him touching it.

I gasp and he laughs even more. He reaches over, covers my hand with his, guiding me to squeeze tighter and move faster.

Astonishingly, he grows even harder and longer in my grip.

“No man,” I laugh with a shaky voice. I watched as a drop of clear liquid pearls on the head.

“Nickoi... yuh make me nervous,” I slap my hand over my mouth.

“You must know why,” his eyes on my breast. My skin gets even warmer when I look up and find him still staring.

“Are you.. are you still mad at me?” I ask shyly. I really have to stare at it. It’s impossibly long and thick. It curves too. My eyes widen. A really this mi always a tek? Nuh wonder me feel it all the way inna mi belly.

“Hoist yuh body.” I obey instantly as he circles right above my clit. I move my hand down too, caressing his wrist.

“Mi nuh chat to yuh bout deh shy thing deh? Open yuh legs dem fi the killa,” he orders and moves even further.

He cups me, his palm gliding against me down there. He chokes me, pulls me into him and presses a fierce kiss to my lips. Softly, his voice still comes out rough. I let my legs fall open for him and his fingers brush against my clit.

“Happy...” he rasps. I feel the cold ring, I suck in a deep breath. He slips in one finger. The second finger makes me moan and grip the car seat.

“Birthday....” He goes on, then, I arch off him, feeling as he moves his fingers upwards. I stiffen as he touches my soft spot. Each time he strokes me, he speaks.

“To....”

“... mi ...”

“... pretty...”

“... Mami...”

“N-nickoiiiiiiiiii,” slips out in breaths his thumb circles my little bud. My legs tremble. “Mi aguh... mi aguh...” I pant.

“So cum fimme nuh Mami.”

I lose it. “NickoOiiiiiiiii! M-mi a cummmm... ughhhhhh!!” it comes out ear shattering, it fills the car, it comes out sexy, a smirk curls on his lips, my essence leaking around his fingers.

The next thing I feel makes me forget where we are and moan. “NickoOoiiiiiii!” so loud in the car.

He’s balls deep. I close my eyes, but they snap open with each of his strokes. He’s aggressive yet passionate. I can’t moan, only pant shallow breaths. Every time he slips out quickly, he enters slowly.

“J-esusss,” I moan.

Without slipping out of my pulsing walls, he grips my throat and kisses me hard. I see people passing the car, their pace brisk, clearly hearing my soft cries. The rhythm he sets is fast at first, then slow; now he’s just going slow and deep, and so is his Benz though it’s parked.

My body tightens as a tingle spreads in my stomach and between my thighs.

I part my lips. He reclines the passenger seat, I climb over and spread my legs in the air, and he gets between them.

He hugs me tight. It’s theee bestttttt feeling in the worldddddddddd!

!! My ‘Mmm’s’ are low, soft and seductive.

I press our bodies together, smiling in pain, but mostly pleasure.

My man is sooo... tea, sooo yum! Especially when he speaks, in pants, tired, but still finds the strength to thrust deeper and deeper.

I throw my head back. He lifts his gaze, the prettiest smile playing on his lips. “Sure deh bwoy deh did kno’ wah him a do?” his lips grazing my ear, breath warm, voice in a sexy rumble, thumb rubbing my clit, dick in my cervix.

A vein pops up in his forehead, his eyes drops low in ecstasy, my name has never sounded sexier.

“Zaraaa..”

Wi aguh breed if this continue Zara!!

My lips part. I try to speak. No words. Just..

. extremeeelly low sobs. I squirm beneath him.

With each movement, he mirrors me, whining deep inside me.

I try to move down, from him, from the pleasure, and he matches my movements.

Our eyes lock as he crashes his pelvic, circling inside me.

My eyes dazed, he hits my G-spot, then a spot that feels wayyy better with each roll of his hips. I grip behind his head.

“Nickoi... wahhh dat?” I choke out, he leans into my neck, slowly and agonizingly good then say, “Yuh like when mi touch yuh A-spot?”

“M-mi A what!!?” it’s in a squeal.

I squeeze my thighs against him, and more sobs falls from my lips. To him it’s sexy, it puts a smile on his face. He closes his hand around my throat.

“NickkkOoiiiiiiiii,” I cry out in his ear, more like his car, feeling a wave of pleasure, hitting me, not once, not twice, but threeeeeeee times! Back to back!? Ughhhhhh! Yuh can tell him did bad....cas like how yuh know this?

Yuh study sexology inna school? Nosahhhhh !

He knows my body, like it’s his. Clearly I just walk around with it, but he’s the rightful owner. Clearly. My toes press prettily against his tinted windows. I notice a few people looking, but I doubt they can see us clearly.

Mi knowwww dem a hear wi fi a fact! “Can... they... see us?” I moan.

“Shadows... if dem eye good,” his voice so deep. Not a drop of fear in sight.

“Oh.. I bite my finger. “Nickoi mi a cum ag—”

“So cum nuh weh yaw hold back fa?” he knows my body so well.

I cave into his demands, feeling his pulse as I cum all over him again, I lost count.

Soft, hungry sounds escaping my mouth. He doesn’t stop stroking me, he grips me and I feel him jerk inside me, I curse a few unhinged words until my body goes limp beneath him.

He buries his face in my neck. I feel a warm liquid filling me up.

He’s so attractive, his body, his hair neatly plaited to the back, his gangster aura. This is my man? Mhmmm.

I ate with this one, I fear.

“Happy birthday wifey..” he rasps in my ear.

“My best birthday. Thank you, Zaddy.” I lock my legs around him and hug him tightly.