Page 79 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

I wrap my arms around him and whip out my phone to capture the moment. “I love you,” I say in the video, and he plants a sweet peck on my cheek. I press on instagram, about to hit post, but he stops me.

“Wah yaw guh do, post that?”

“Yea, why?” it’s soft with a tinge of attitude.

“Neva’ post real time yer?” I click off soon as he says that. “B yuh ‘affi undastand how the streets run, especially when yuh deh wid a man like me.”

“Okay, I understand. I’ll just post it tomorrow.”

The moment we board the jet, my mouth gapes at the decorations. From the rose gold glitter banner with ‘Happy Birthday Zara’, to the matching balloons, flowers and custom champagne bottles with my name, I’m in complete awe.

I look up at Nickoi with the widest smile on my face. “Babeee, Thank youuuu!” I tip toe, barely reaching his lips. “Chro... you’re so tall. Come nuhhh,” I whine, wrapping my arms around his neck as he leans in.

The cabin crew sings the happy birthday song to me, wishing me a great day before they place their gifts down.

I thank them then get settled. We’re about to take off.

Ugh. I’ve always hated this part. As the pilot starts talking I lay my head on Nickoi’s shoulder, swiping through the pictures we took earlier.

A slim flight attendant comes to us—well, I mean Nickoi because she didn’t acknowledge me.

I decided to give him his space as promised, so I focused on the view instead of eavesdropping.

Clap har... “You want Moscato?” his deep voice vibrates against my neck.

“Why not?”

“Nah give you back no liquor fi now man cas you a light head,” he jokes. We both lean down, laughing.

“Leave me alone mon,” I blush, looking back at the view. “How long it aguh take?” my eyes drops to the time. It’s 11 AM.

“It ago be long... how long dem say it a tek again?” Nickoi’s eyes shifts to Gutta.

“Almost 11 hours,” Gutta tells Nickoi. Jesus...

“What?” I gasp and spot Teyanna lying on his shoulder. It’s a bae thing.. Okayyyy!

“Night wi a reach,” I sigh and pick up my phone.

“Just enjoy the flight man,” Nickoi says and I nod.

The attendant comes back with the champagne and we thank her. She walks over to Gutta and I take a picture of the champagne in front us. She gave us a plate of food and some fruits too. I guess Nickoi asked for that too.

“... please take your seats for landing,” my eyes pops open. I’ve been sleeping on and off during the flight and every time I open my eyes to snack on something Nickoi is in his phone or conversing with Gutta. Mi know fi sure him nuh sleep though.

“Flight yah longgg so til!” Anna’s voice travels from behind me and I laugh out.

“Anuh lie Zara,” she gets up.

When we get out it’s dark and cold outside. Thankfully we don’t have to wait since Nickoi got us an Escalade. Gutta decides to drive us through the city, my smile grows.

“I can’t believe I’m here,” I say quietly.

Nickoi slips his hand in my breast as his comfort as we enjoy the ride to the hotel. I lay on his shoulder admiring the place.

“The place pretty bad, yuh have a right fi always wah come here,” Anna gawks behind her camera.

I check if I have my Sony, but Nickoi’s fingers rolling my nipple, til’ it’s erected, grabs my attention. A soft moan spills from my lips. I smile, looking if Gutta or Anna heard it. Gutta busy a drive and Anna a admire the place. Nickoi smirks.

When we get to the Hotel, we go our separate ways. Nickoi hands me the key card to open our door. Once the door swings open, I see pink petals, balloons and gifts adorning the hotel room. How did– Nickoi have links everywhere man.

“Happy belated birthday,” he rasps, my heart flutters. He’s towering over me, so close, that damn Creed cologne, just serenading my nostrils.

“We s’pose to come here after the party but as yuh see it would a be impossible.”

“No Nickoi yuh don’t nuh need to explain... you do so much for me and mi doh think mi can thank you enough or even repay you,” my gaze drifts to the jacuzzi. He shakes his head like it’s nothing.

“You a make me happy so this a my way fi show you seh mi appreciate you,” he tells me. My eyes dancing around, impressed.

“How?” I’m in awe, like we’re literally in Honolulu and he already had everything prepared for me?

“Money talk baby,” he smirks. This man. Never fails to impress me.

“I know something that can show you how much I appreciate you... you wanna take a guess?” I fall to my knees, sinking my fingers in the waistband of his shorts. His eyes darkens.

“C’mere...” my fingers curl, coaxing him closer, a silent invitation hanging between us.

My hand trailing down, fingers curling behind his knee, his muscles tense under my touch, his hands flex at his sides.

My breath skims his thigh, a silent promise, almost. For a moment, I think he’s going to allow me free rein but then in a swift moment, he cups my face, tilting it up to meet his gaze.

“Slow down... how yah move suh?” it’s low, then, his lips brush mine.

Not soft, not sweet, just pure heat and pressure.

The press of his mouth deepens, tilting my head back, the edge of his teeth grazes my bottom lip, before he takes it in his own, stealing my breath, swallowing whatever words I might’ve said.

The kiss is deep, desperate—a plea and a statement all in one. Then, just as suddenly as he took control, he pulls away. My lips tingle, my mind spins, but he’s already turning, disappearing through the open balcony doors.

“Nickoi?” my voice is so seductive. “Why you do that?” I slide off the bed and join him.

He’s silent as if nothing happened meanwhile my body is on fire, aching for him. “How long we staying?” I ask, trying to focus on something else other than the fact that this man just made me horny, wet and ready for him just to leave me; to do what? Ugh!

“Just two days cause mi have things fi deal with,” his voice drops, rough with something that curls in my stomach.

“Okay I understand plus mi have school Monday.” I say.

“Yeah all that too,” he sits down and I straddle him, so desperate to continue what we started. He lifts the vape to his lips, taking a pull, smoke spills from his mouth, curling lazily around us, then he hands it to me.

“You remember when you blow the smoke in my mouth?” I take a slow pull, then exhale, right into his mouth. The smoke fills the gap between us, and for a second, he holds it. Then, he coughs, just a little, his eyes low and sleepy, making me swing my leg over, landing on my feet.

I’m not gonna pressure him. I lean into the balcony railing, admiring the view. I look over my shoulder at him, eyes half lidded.

“You wah sleep baby?” my voice sweet.

“Yah but nuh too much,” he bites his lip trying to hide his smile. “Why?”

“Yuh wah go lie down?” Why is my heart racing like this?

“Yah...” a mischievous smile plays on his lips. “Between yuh legs.”

Heat fans my cheeks, then as he lands on his feet, inching toward me, I giggle, stepping back. My back hits the wall. Just the way how he’s looking at me is giving me chills already.

“Come yer nuh,” his eyes sweeping over me as he steps closer, and closer. Damn. I stare back at him, blinking slowly, with a seductive stare. In a split second, his hand grips my throat.

“Why yah ramp wid man?” he asks, his hand locked my throat as he moves us back, leading us inside. I swallow. Something tells me he’s talking about the stare. That’s because you got him in the mood.

His slender fingers sinks in my hips. We tumble toward the bed, balloons swaying above us. His hands roaming my body. We’re both in a rush. So eager. I laugh out. He laughs too. We strip each other in seconds. Clothes all over the floor.

“Yuh cyaa wait?” I tease him, he meets my gaze.

“Youuu cya wait?” he throws me on the bed. Wasting no time, like magic, my bra vanish.

“Mi aguh scream enuh.” I blush. “Cause you know I’m a screamer.”

“And a creamer...mi kno,” his eyes much darker. “Wah a yuh safe word?” I swallow.

“Why?” I bite my finger, a blush, brushing my cheeks. “Why do I nee—”

“Safe word,” the words drags out hungrily.

“Momm—” that’s all I got out, before his hand comes down to my ass cheeks, over, and over and over. I squirm, biting out moans. His fingertips warm against my skin, gliding down, slowly, he slips two inside me, my walls pulsing hungrily around his slender fingers.

“I can’t... hold it... ” he’s working them in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit.

I hoist my body, he hooks his finger under the lace fabric, sliding my thongs down, it’s wet, clinging to my skin, his smirk curls. “Bend over, Face the window, and arch yuh back..”

I do as he says. His hand presses firm against the dip of my spine, fingers tapping between my thighs—a silent command. I brace myself, gripping my ankles as he urges me deeper, pushing me into a spine-snapping arch.

“Stay one place,” he grips me firmly.

“Owww..” I cry out, his hand comes down to my ass again, surely leaving marks. He eases in, I slap my hand to my mouth, at the fullness, then emptiness returns as he pulls out.

I look back, as he drags the thick head against my slick, pulsing entrance. He pushes in, so hard, my breath shudders, he sinks deeper, not stopping until his hips press against my ass, the sting of his hand still there, burning.

A whimper slips out before I can catch it. “Y-you a make me cum pan an aircraft and lef inna a hearse,” I moan. He strokes me harder. I scream out.. Sex in Honolulu. Now that’s a fle—

He pulls out again. This time, silence follows. I panic, and try to move, but he holds me to him, pounding in me. I press my hands to the floor, his tattooed arm snaking around my waist, keeping us glued together.

“Weh yah run guh?”

“Shut up Nickoi!” He sends a deeper stroke in, my legs wobbles.

His hand finds between my thighs, his finger clean, veins just right on his hand, rings on a few fingers he rubs my slit, my legs fail me, I bury my head in his chest, the tight pulses of my walls dragging a deep groan from him.

His name ripped from my throat as I gushed around him, legs shaking, but he didn’t let up—just drove in deeper, pounding me through it.

“S-slowwww down pleaseee,” I plead, pushing back, but at the same time, I want more. I’m conflictedddd. It feels gooood but it’s hotttttt!

A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth, and he moves and thrusts agonizingly slow. My hips buck instinctively, grinding, and chasing that deep connection. The sound of popping balloon fills the room, and we laugh through the haze of pleasure. Unuh high??

His breath sharp. I feel it, and I can’t help but notice. Still, he doesn’t stop. “You alright?” I gasp, brows raising.

Panic spikes inside me. I grab his arm, my chest tight. “Mi gov man,” he laughs it off.

“Seriously? You a act like you have asthma or sup’m,” I accuse.

“No sah. Just tired,” he tells me. He did say he was earlier.

I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re so dramatic Nickoi.” He grins, catching his breath before his thrusts pick up again, harder, faster. “Ahhhgghhhhhh!”

“Yeah mon, man affi keep up with you,” he quips, still breathless.

I laugh out. He does too. Our laughter blends with the moans, the gasps, making everything feel even more intense. His thrusts grow more powerful, and I feel the pleasure creeping, building, until it’s all-consuming. More and more...

“Oh God,” I sigh, feeling it coming.

Then I hear it, moans, traveling from Gutta and Anna’s room.

The thud of the headboard slamming against the wall.

It seems to boost him. As Anna’s moans spill out next door, his pace quickens, going deeper, making mine louder, the sound of it mixing with hers.

I throw my head back, my cheeks flushes, his smirk lingers, like he’s enjoying the show—Gutta’s chuckling from the other room, both of them feeding off the sounds of us.

“Unuh plan… this?” It comes out in sharp breaths.

“No,” it’s hard to believe him.