Page 86 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Seconds pass and he’s balls deep again. “Nickoooiiiiiiiii!” I scream out, whimpering as he sinks himself deeper inside me.

“Shit,” I gasp. “Shiiiiiiit.”

He already has liquid at the head, leaking down in me. I gasp as I take him in hungrily, rolling my hips, slipping it further in me. I throw my head back, he grips my waist, holds me firmly, driving long strokes in me.

“Ughhhhhh!” I cry out.

The sensations he stirs in me are overwhelming. Heat ripples across my skin as waves of pleasure engulfs me, my body quaking under the relentless rhythm of his touch. Muscles flexing. Our bodies already growing sweaty.

“Moreeee,” I beg.

“More? You want it harder?” his voice a thick whisper in my ear.

“Mhmmm,” I hum. “I... I want... I want it faster—” Tears roll down my cheeks.

Suddenly, he pushes deeper, moving faster, one finger rolling my nipple, the other teasing my clit. I stifle my moan against his chest, sinking my teeth into his inked skin. My man my man my man!

He pumps in and out quickly, curling his fingers so that they stroke my walls. I’m out of breath.

“This? This you want Zara?” he asked roughly. He can’t help being this way. I’m crying. “Talk to me nuh,” he’s so aggressive. I like it though. Like it when him ruff me up.

I nod, face flushed with sweat as I press against him, craving his touch. His hands drive me wild, rubbing and teasing, while his length plunges and strokes. We’re savoring every moment. My hips grind desperately, seeking the release that’s swelling inside me.

“Nickoiiiii,” I moan.

“Yea... baby?”

“Mi—mi aguh c—”

“Shit,” he groans against my ear. “Wait.” I nod, feeling so tense. I see why he asked me to wait, when I feel him growing hotter and harder with each pulse.

The veins stand out. The head swells, the way he pulses in me encourages my body too. He grips me and sucks on my breast as he cums inside me. I reach my climax too. Screaming as I do so, and collapse against the sofa, breathless.

He smacks my ass. “See how yuh spoil?” he pants, trying to catch his breath too. I stare up at him, my eyes dazed trying to recover. The feeling is blissful. My chest rising and falling constantly.

“You get wah you want. Mi can touch the road now?” he’s trying to get on my nerves. Clearly.

“Touch which road?” I hug his torso.

He chuckles, looking down at me being clingy and possessive.

“You a’ stay home with me...” I say softly. “And mi nah talk again.”

He laughs and swings my legs to the side, then he plops down on the sofa, stretching his long legs over mine. I climb onto him, snaking my arms around his torso, my head flat on his strong chest tracing his tats with my nails.

“My sex life thoughhh...” I cup his beard, liking how my chrome nails look against the dark hair. My man with the good hair.

“Wah bout it?” His voice. Damn.

I look up and place a kiss directly under his chin, a rare peck. “It’s Top tier...”

I open the pocket of my bag and take out the pill. I have a few left back in the box but I’ll probably need to check my doctor for a new pack. I pop the pill in my mouth before I down the water. This is my routine everyday when I wake up because I have to make sure I take my pills.

My phone rings, startling me. It’s literally five in the morning a who a call mi!? I realize that it’s Mama and I quickly answer. “Mama everything alright?” I ask.

She chuckles. “You forgot seh mi would a wake or call you them time yer?” She asks in a weird tone. Ohhh yea. My smile fades. “I’m sorry it’s just that I um..” I stay silent. Mama look disappointed enuh Zara.

Mi should a member. There is no excuse Zara.

“Everything a change up,” she complains.

“Mama nutt’n nah change,” I say. She chuckles.

“How yuh mean nothing nah change? We use to talk everyday and now all days passing and mi nuh see yuh,” she says and I sigh. She’s trying to say Nickoi is the reason without saying it.

“I’m sorry, I’m just preparing for exam... I was gonna tell Nickoi to drop me off so I can spend the day with you,” I explain.

“Mi tell Michelle say mi never like the idea of you living with Nickoi enuh and now mi feel like as the days pass mi a lose me granddaughter more and more.” Sigh.

“But Mama I’m not gonna always be around enuh we all grow up after a period of time enuh,” I tell her and she knows this. I understand that I’m her company and it has been like that over the years but I’m twenty two now. Mi suppose to a look for her more often though. For real.

“I know but I want to see you more,” she pouts.

“You will,” I promise.

“Yes mi dear so weh Nickoi?” I start reminiscing just by hearing his name. I smile. I look away trying to hide the fact that I’m blushing because Mama see everything. Why mi always do this though? Cas yuh in love.

“Eeeh?” She asks again. “Him a sleep?”

“He is,” I look back at the camera.

“Okay mi a go make some breakfast,” she tells me.

“What you making?” I question and she shrugs, opening and closing the cupboard.

“Mi nuh feel fi nutt’n weh mi a see mi dear.”

“When is mommy leaving?” is my next question.

“She did say the weekend after your graduation,” the fact that my mommy is leaving again breaks my heart.

“Damn..” I breathe out.

“And yuh should a’ over yer with me and yuh mother but you choose fi deh with man,” Mama’s tone weird. I don’t like it. Mi a nuh mi own big ooman?

“Mama, why would you say that? Yuh even like Nickoi?” I narrow my gaze, regretting asking as soon as the words leave my mouth.

I glance over, and there he is, standing at the staircase, watching.

Shit! My heart starts racing from the shock.

I wanna scream, tell her not to say another word, but how would that look?

I hang up the phone. Imagine you a chat somebody and just fi find out say them a listen? The worst feeling. Wah mi do now?

He’s silently watching, a grave look on his face, like he’s taking in every word. How long him deh desso? Laaad Gad.

She rings me again, but I turn on my Do Not Disturb. The silence hangs heavy between us, and it’s suffocating me.

“Good morning,” I say, hoping that he’ll just say it back and we go ahead with our day. He makes his way down in silence. I swallow.

“Yuh can go back enuh if everything a change,” his voice deadly.

I don’t like his tone. A now mi feel bad.

That’s exactly what Mama say in the beginning of the call.

So that mean seh him hear everything. My face heats up.

I’m a little embarrassed that he’s suggesting that I leave.

In other words run me out that’s just how mi see it. Zara nuh start with the foolishness.

“Nickoi... Mama just miss mi,” I defend.

“So mi a seh yuh can go,” he repeats it again. Him really wah mi fi go? After mi tell him say this is why mi neva’ wah live with him?

“Wah yuh mean go?” It comes out shaky.

“Mi a say you can go there back since me a mek things change,” he sounds... hurt? Ahh bwoy. Look wah Mama cause.

“Nickoi watch the things that you say when you’re angry cause a nuh me... I like it here... a she, and yuh sound like you a run mi out and yuh know how mi feel bout that,” I shake my head.

He hisses. “If I overheard you talking with your mom about me like I’m taking you away from them and changing things I’d feel offended too but just understand that Mama likes you, she just always have me around and now that I’m not there it’s foreign to her,” I explain.

He doesn’t look at me. “Everything good.”

He’s still upset. I sigh. “Mi cya bother enuh.” I grab my bag and head upstairs, tossing it on the bed before starting to get ready for school.

As I shower, his words replay in my head, the tears threatening to spill.

I feel like maybe I should just go back to my mom’s house, especially since he’s basically telling me to leave.

Who wouldn’t feel embarrassed? I wrap the towel around my body, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

‘So mi a seh yuh can go’ His words are haunting me.

I can’t say any better. I stare at myself.

I know he’s upset because of the way Mama was talking, but why would he say that to me?

Because he’s upset Zara. I bite my lip, trying to stop myself from crying. Stop cry, Zara, it’s okay.

I look up, startled, as he swings the door open. His expression softens the instant he sees the tears cascading down my cheeks.

“Mi a use in here,” I whisper, and he doesn’t hesitate to secure the door behind him.

This is Nickoi... as if he actually plans to listen.

He pulls me to him, my back pressing against the vanity.

I look up, his gaze intense, and the tears keep falling, deepening my humiliation. Woiiee, my subconscious laughs.

“Zara, stop cry,” he says, wiping my tears gently.

“Only one time mi wah be the reason fi yuh tears, and mi tell yuh this already, so stop the crying,” he pauses, his gaze softening.

“Mi nuh rate the way Ms. Sandra did a talk yuh zi mi. Mi nuh like the hypocrite vibe. Mi know yuh different, mi meds that sometimes, but mi nah try fi change yuh or mek yuh do nutt’n yuh nuh wah do.

” I nod, feeling the weight of his words

“I know but Nickoi she used to me around her so she’s gonna say stuff,” I sob.

“Mi know she use to you just a room away from har and now yuh miles away but a so she go deh deal with the thing like mi a tek weh har happiness and a change things... mi nuh rate them thing deh.” I get it..

“I know and I’m sorry about what she said but mi never know you would seh mi must leave,” a dat hurt mi.

He looks away before his eyes finds me again. “Mi nuh wah yuh leave and mi nah mek yuh leave mi just did vex mi swear mi would never and will never disrespect yuh like that.”

I stare at him blankly. “Okay,” I say, and he pulls me into a warm hug.

“Yuh kno’ man love yuh and mi sorry bout wah mi say.

.. mi nuh usually say things out of turn cause mi always try fi think bout things before me talk, but mi just did upset mi d’evu tek the time fi think.

Jah know,” he heaves a sigh. I smile at him, he’s so sweet.

People would never know the side of him that he shows me when he’s with me.

“I love you too.”