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You parked your car three blocks away from the Hayvenhurst gates, right under the shadow of an overgrown tree.

You sat there for a good five minutes, just letting the engine idle low, staring at your reflection in the rearview mirror, tapping your nails against your steering wheel. You fixed your hair, before checking your lip gloss in the dim light.

You were out your mind. Truly out your mind. It was going on one in the morning on a whole Tuesday, and here you were, acting like a thief in the night.

But see, the blame didn't even belong to you. It belonged to Jermaine and that damn voice of his.

Two hours ago, you were tucked up in your own bed, minding your business, trying to watch whatever late night rerun was playing. Then the phone rang. You picked up the receiver, and before you could even get a full "hello" out your mouth, that deep, sexy ass drawl came vibrating through the wire. He was talking about nothing at all- just humming, asking what you had on, telling you how quiet the house was, and laughing that low, rumbling laugh that always started in his chest.

And right now? You were right in the middle of your cycle. Ovulating down to your boots. Your body was betraying you, humming on the same exact frequency as his vocal cords. Every single word he said felt like a literal hand sliding down your stomach and into your panties to touch on your lil coochie. By the time he said, "You should to slide through, baby, I’m just chilling," you were already out of the sheets and looking for your keys.

You killed the headlights, slipped out the car, and closed the door, feeling like a woman on a mission.

Walking up to the perimeter of the Jackson estate at night was always a trip. The walls were high, the iron gates looked like they belonged to a fortress, and the security guards usually kept it locked down. But you’d been messing with Jermaine long enough to know the blind spots, the loose latches, and the exact shift changes. You slipped through the side pedestrian gate that you knew damn well wasn't clicking all the way shut right now, your flat sandals barely making a scrape against the stone walkway.

You breathed through your nose, your heart doing a little double tap against your ribs. If Katherine caught you sneaking around here at one o'clock in the morning, it was over for you. You’d never live down the shame of Mama Jackson looking at you sideways.

You made it to the back kitchen entrance, the one with the heavy glass door that led right into the living area. You pressed your hand against the glass, checking the lock. It yielded with a soft thud. Jermaine had left it cracked for you.

You slipped inside, the sudden blast of the central air conditioning hitting your warm skin and making your nipples instantly harden under your thin cotton tank top. You stood still in the dark living room, letting your eyes adjust, smelling the familiar scent of the house– expensive furniture polish, carpet cleaner, and...fried food?

You frowned, sniffing the air. The distinct, unmistakable aroma of seasoned oil, hot iron, and melting cheese was drifting through the hallway.

You crept forward, your feet silent on the cold floor of the living before transitioning onto the kitchen tile. The light from the kitchen stove hood was on, casting a warm, amber glow across the massive island.

You rounded the corner, expecting to see Jermaine standing there by his lonesome, maybe looking all smooth in a soft robe, waiting on you.

Instead, you froze.

Because there was two of 'em.

Jermaine was standing over a massive cast iron skillet, a spatula in his hand, wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a white tank top that showed off every bit of his shoulders and arms.

And sitting right there on the counter, swinging his legs like he didn't have a care in the world, was Jackie.

Jackie had a half eaten piece of buttered toast in his hand, a glass of orange juice sitting next to his thigh, and he was right in the middle of laughing at something Jermaine said. He was wearing some shorts and a t shirt, looking like he’d just finished a workout or was about to start one, even though it was the middle of the night.

"I’m telling you, man, if you don't flip that now, it’s gonna burn," Jackie was saying, his voice a higher pitch than Jermaine’s, full of that brotherly agitation. "You let the grease get too hot."

"I know what I’m doing with the damn eggs, Jackie," Jermaine mumbled, his voice completely unbothered. He didn't even look up from the pan, his hips swaying just a fraction to some music only he could hear. "You eat your toast and stay outta my pan."

You stood there in the doorway, completely trapped. You couldn't back up because the floorboards behind you were creaky, and you couldn't slide past 'em because they were taking up the whole damn room.

You cleared your throat, just a little bit, trying not to scare 'em.

Jackie’s head snapped around first. His eyes went wide for a split second before a slow, wicked, completely knowing smirk spread across his face. He chewed his toast extra slow, leaning back against the upper cabinets.

"Well, well, well," Jackie drawled, loud enough to make Jermaine jump a little. "Look what the damn cat dragged in."

Jermaine turned around, the spatula still held mid air. When his eyes landed on you, a lazy, heavy eye lidded smile broke out across his face. He looked you up and down, taking in the tank top, the short shorts, and the look of irritation that was definitely settling onto your features.

"Hey, girl," Jermaine said, his voice dropping an octave, smooth as silk. He didn't even look embarrassed. He just looked pleased with himself.

"Hey," you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to ignore the way Jackie was grinning at you. "I didn't know it was a family reunion in here."

"Baby, don't mind him," Jermaine said, turning back to flip whatever concoction he had going on in that pan. It looked like some kind of massive, messy scramble with peppers, onions, and about three different types of cheese. "Jackie just down here being a nosey shmuck."

"Ain't nobody nosey," Jackie said, hopping down from the counter with an easy, athletic grace. He picked up his plate with the remaining crust of toast. "I was down here minding my stomach when this fool decided to come down and start a whole whole restaurant at one in the morning. And now I see why. You had to get your energy up, huh, J?"

"Man, shut up," Jermaine laughed, throwing a dish towel at his brother's head. Jackie ducked it easily, chuckling as he walked past you. “We ain’t even doing nothing.”

As Jackie got right next to you in the doorway, he paused, leaning in a little bit so only you could hear him. "He been talking about you for the last hour, girl. Good luck with him." He patted your shoulder, and started heading toward the stairs.

You watched him go, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. You turned your attention back to Jermaine, who was now sliding the massive plate of food further onto the counter so it wouldn’t fall off of it. There were four slices of toast, eggs in the pan, and a side of leftover fried chicken he’d apparently reheated in the oven.

"You fixing to feed an army?" you asked, walking closer, the scent of him finally hitting you.

"I'm hungry, baby," Jermaine said, not even looking at you yet as he grabbed a fork and a knife from the silver drawer. "I didn't even think you was really coming. You took so long, I thought you went to sleep."

He said it with his mouth already half full of an onion piece he’d picked out the pan, his jaw working as he mumbled the words.

You walked up behind him, the heat radiating off his back pulling you in. You didn't hesitate. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist from behind, pressing your front against his back.

"Mmm," you murmured, your hands sliding down to the front of his sweatpants. You rubbed your palms over his flat, firm stomach, feeling the way his muscles tightened up instantly under your touch. Your long acrylics bit just a little bit into his skin through the fabric, your nails scratching lightly in slow circles up and down his midsection.

You leaned up on your tiptoes, pressing your lips against the warm skin of his neck. You kissed your way up to his jawline, leaving lingering, wet presses against his skin, biting down just a tiny bit on his shoulder.

Jermaine didn't even give a fuck. He just let out a low grunt, his body swaying just a fraction against yours, but he kept his eyes locked on that plate, spooning a little more onto it. He was playing with you, and you knew it. He loved the attention, loved the way you came in here starving for him, but he was going to take his sweet old time.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Not for food," you whispered against his skin, your nails digging a little deeper into his hip bones.

"Mmm, oh."

Oh.

Oh?

You huffed, dropping your arms to stand next to him.

Here you were, driving through the night, your body practically on fire because of a phone call, and this man was standing here talking about eggs.

He stopped chewing for a second, holding the fork in mid air, a little piece of cheese hanging off the edge. He gave you that innocent, wide eyed look he always used when he knew he was pushing his luck.

"What?" he asked, his voice muffled by the food. "I gotta eat, right?"

"Jermaine."

"Come on upstairs with me," he said, completely ignoring your attitude as he picked up the heavy plate in one hand and a giant glass of sweet tea in the other. He used his elbow to nudge your hip. "Bring that napkin right there for me, will you?"

You sucked your teeth, a loud but you grabbed the cloth napkin anyway. You followed him out the kitchen, the two of you moving like two shadows through the long, carpeted hallways of Hayvenhurst.

Your eyes dropped down to his backside as you walked behind him. The way those sweatpants hung off his hips, framing his ass perfectly with every single step he took up those stairs; it was a problem. You let your eyes linger, your mouth going a little dry.

The man was gorgeous, even when he was being completely ridiculous, worried about a damn late night snack.

When you got to his bedroom, he pushed the door open with his foot and walked inside. The room was dark, and smelling faintly of incense. A single lamp was on by the bedside table, casting a warm light over the king sized bed that was unmade.

Jermaine set his plate down on the dark wood nightstand. He didn't even wait to sit down; he just leaned over the bed, took a huge bite of the fried chicken, and started chewing with an expression of bliss on his face.

You stood at the foot of the bed, your hands on your hips.

"So this is what we doing?" you asked, your voice dropping into that low tone. "I come all the way over here at two in the morning, and I’m just supposed to sit here and watch you perform an autopsy on some chicken?"

Jermaine swallowed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before remembering the napkin you brought. He reached over and took it from you, giving you another one of those slow, lazy smiles.

"Baby, I told you, I didn't think you was coming," he said, his voice dropping into that tone that had gotten you into this mess in the first place. He reached out, his big, warm hand catching your wrist and pulling you gently toward him. "You know how long it take you to get ready. I thought you was home doing your hair or something."

"My hair was already done, Jermaine," you said, letting him pull you until your knees hit the edge of the mattress, but you kept your arms crossed. "You was on the phone talking all that stuff, making me think you was lonely. You didn't say nothing about having a whole buffet in here."

"I am lonely," he said, his eyes dropping down to your lips, then down to where your tank top met your shorts. He gave your wrist a little squeeze. "But a man can't be lonely and hungry at the same time? That's too much suffering for one person."

"You ain't suffering," you scoffed, looking down at the plate. The food actually did smell amazing, and your own stomach gave a little traitorous rumble.

Jermaine laughed. He picked up his fork, cut off a perfect piece of the egg scramble, right where the cheese was melted and stretchy, and held it up to your mouth.

"Here," he murmured, his eyes locking onto yours. "Take a bite. Stop acting mean."

You looked at the fork, then at him. His eyes were full of that playful mischief that always won you over. You sighed, leaning forward, and let him feed you. The food was still hot, seasoned nicely with just enough pepper and salt, the cheese was nice. You chewed slowly, watching him.

"Good, right?" he asked, looking proud of himself.

"It's alright," you lied, wiping a bit of grease from your lip with your thumb.

"Yeah, okay," he chuckled, sitting back on the edge of the bed and going to town on the rest of the plate.

For the next ten minutes, you just sat there on the edge of the bed, watching this man eat like he hadn't seen food in a week. It was almost fascinating how much he could put away while still looking completely relaxed. He didn't rush. He chewed every bite, taking slow sips of his sweet tea, occasionally looking up at you to flash a greasy smile or to try and feed you a piece of chicken.

You just shook your head, the initial urgency of your hormones settling into a slow, simmering heat. You knew you weren't leaving. You were stuck here now.

Finally, Jermaine set the empty fork down on the plate with a satisfied sigh. He leaned back against his pillows, his stomach slightly rounder under the white tank top, looking like a big ass cat that just finished off a mouse.

"Man," he breathed, rubbing his hand over his chest. "That hit the spot right there."

You looked at him, then looked at the empty plate. "You done?"

"I'm done, baby," he said, his voice trailing off into a lazy yawn.

"Good. Now go brush your teeth," you said, reaching over to push his shoulder. "Because I know you ain't thinking about laying up in this bed with your mouth smelling like onions and shit."

Jermaine groaned, rolling his head back against the pillows. "Come on, girl. Give a man a minute to digest."

"No," you said, getting up from the bed and walking over to his bathroom door, throwing it open. The bright white light from the vanity spilled out into the dark bedroom. "Go. Right now."

Jermaine grumbled something under his breath, something that sounded suspiciously like you being bossy, but he got up anyway. He stretched his arms high above his head, his sweatpants slipping even lower, showing off the dark line of hair that disappeared into the fabric. You tried not to stare, but your body reminded you with a bruising ache right in your center that you were still very much waiting.

He shuffled into the bathroom, his bare feet padding against the marble tile. You followed him, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed, watching his routine.

Jermaine was meticulous about his face and his teeth, no matter how tired or full he was. He grabbed his toothbrush, squeezing a generous amount of paste onto the bristles. He caught your eye in the mirror, giving you a mouthy grin before he started scrubbing.

The sound of him scrubbing filled the quiet bathroom, mixed with the rush of the warm water running from the faucet. He brushed for what felt like an eternity, getting every single tooth, his eyes never leaving yours in the glass. There was something intensely intimate about watching a man do something so mundane, especially a man who spent half his life in front of cameras and screaming fans. Here, in the quiet of his bathroom at two in the morning, he was just Jermaine, greasy lipped, full of food, and trying to get the onion smell out his mouth so he could get close to you.

He finally rinsed, spitting into the sink before wiping his mouth with a clean hand towel. He reached for the mouthwash, taking a huge swig and shaking his head back as he gargled, the sound rattling in his throat.

When he finally spit that out, he wiped his face again, turned off the water, and faced you.

He smelled like mint now, the scent of onion completely gone. He stepped close to you, his frame completely blocking out the light from the vanity, his chest just inches from your face.

"That better for you, Miss Lady?" he whispered, his voice completely clean, his breath hot and minty against your cheek.

You looked up at him, your heart doing that familiar thud against your ribs. The irritation was gone, replaced by that waiting that had been building up inside you since you were sitting in your own bed hours ago.

"Mmhmm," you hummed back, your hands finally leaving your chest and sliding up to rest against his warm, bare shoulders. "That's much better."

Jermaine smiled, a hungry look that told you the food had done exactly what it was supposed to do. He reached behind you, his hand finding the light switch and flipping it, plunging the bathroom into the dark.

"Come on," he murmured, his hands wrapping around your waist as he guided you back toward the bed.

He pushed you gently onto the bed before moving over you like a shadow.

Before you could even open your mouth to say anything, his hand came up, his long fingers cupping the back of your neck, and he pulled your face up to his.

Jermaine loved to kiss. It wasn't ever some quick, rushed thing just to get to the main event. This man would spend a whole seven minutes just working your mouth, tasting you, taking his time like he was trying to memorize the texture of your lips.

The minute his lips pressed against yours, you let out a soft sigh, your eyes fluttering shut. His mouth was warm, and soft. He started slow, just brushing his lips against yours, teasing the corners of your mouth until you whined, parting your lips to beg for more. He took that as his invitation, sliding his tongue inside with a smooth, deep stroke again your own that made your toes curl and clit jump.

He kissed you like it was new years and he kissed you like it was the end of the world. His hand on the back of your neck tightened just enough to keep you still, his thumb stroking along your jawline, holding you right where he wanted you. You tried to shift your hips against his, tried to reach down to get into his sweatpants, but the moment your hand strayed toward his waistband, he caught your wrist in his grip.

He pulled your hand away, pinning it flat against the mattress above your head, all without breaking the kiss. He let out a low warning grunt against your mouth, letting you know damn well that you weren't running this show. You weren't allowed anywhere near his pants until he was completely done with your mouth.

He kept kissing you. He changed the angle, tilting your head back further, his tongue swirling against your tongue in a rhythm that was so dirty it made your head spin. You could feel the wet, slippery sounds of your mouths meeting filling up the quiet bedroom. Every time you thought he was about to pull away, he’d just dive back in deeper, sucking on your bottom lip until it was swollen, tasting every single inch of your mouth until you were completely breathless, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. Your whole body was trembling underneath his weight, the ache between your legs growing so intense it was bordering on painful. Is this what having blue balls felt like?

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of torture but also pleasure, he slowly pulled his mouth back. Just an inch. His lips were wet, strings of slick following before cutting off, his eyes looking down at you through those long lashes. His breath was hot against your face.

"Take your shorts off," he rasped, his voice slightly rougher now. "Take 'em off and your panties..."

Your hands were shaking as you reached down, kicking out of your shorts and sliding your panties down your thighs, kicking them somewhere onto the floor. You shimmied back up a little towards the center of the bed, your heart in your throat.

Jermaine watched every single movement, sitting up, his knees settling between yours.

"Spread 'em for me," he commanded softly, his hand reaching down to rest on the inside of your thigh.

You swallowed hard, slowly opening your legs, parting yourself completely for him. Because you were ovulating, you were already incredibly slick, the cool air of the room hitting your wet skin and making you shiver.

Jermaine looked down, his eyes darkening as he saw how ready you were for him. He didn't rush. No, he never rushed. He brought his hand up, his long, dark fingers hovering just an inch away from your pussy, letting you wait for it for one more second.

Then, he pressed the pad of his thumb right against your clit.

You let out a loud, sharp gasp, your hips instantly bucking up off the mattress. "Jermaine-"

"Shh," he whispered, leaning down to press another wet kiss to your lips, stifling your cry. Even now, with his hand down there, his mouth was right back on yours, keeping you grounded, keeping you locked into him.

He slid his index finger down, dipping it right into the thick creaminess of your wetness. He let out a low, satisfied sound in his throat when he felt how soaked you were. He coated his fingers in your slickness, his thumb starting to rub in slow torturous circles over your clit, pressing down hard enough to make your brain go entirely foggy.

You were trying to keep your composure, but the sensation was too much. You pulled your mouth away from his, not even able to kiss him, your head tossing back onto the pillows, a low moan escaping your lips. "Oh my god, Jermaine..."

"You so wet," he murmured, his eyes locked on your face, watching every single expression that crossed your features. He loved seeing you like this; completely unraveled, completely at his mercy. "Look at you. You practically begging for it."

He didn't let you settle into the rhythm. Just as your body started getting used to the friction of his thumb, he slid his middle finger all the way inside you.

You let out a small strangled cry, your fingers hooking into the bedsheets, tearing at the fabric as his finger stretched you out. He was long, his knuckles thick, and the feeling of him filling you up while you were this sensitive was almost too much to bear. He pushed his finger in deep, all the way to the hilt, holding it there for a second so your pussy could adjust to him.

"Ah, shit, Jermaine, please..." you whined, your legs trembling, your knees shaking as you tried to hold yourself open for him.

"Please what?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. He started to curl his finger inside you, finding that perfect, sensitive spot along your front wall.

When he hit it, your whole body went stiff. An accidental broken sob like moan ripped from your throat, your hips arching off the bed, your hand slapping over your mouth, because it was almost three in the morning. You tried to close your legs around his hand, the pleasure too intense, but he used his other hand to pin your thigh down, keeping you wide open.

"Don't close up on me now," he muttered, his eyes burning into yours. "Stay right there."

He added a second finger, sliding it right alongside the first one. The sudden fullness made you gasp, your breath coming in short pants against your hand. He started a slow pumping motion, sliding his fingers in and out of your soaking wet pussy, the sound of his fingers squelching loudly against your slickness filling up the quiet room.

Squish, squish, squish.

The sound alone was enough to make you lose your mind as you pulled your hand away, biting your tongue so you wouldn't make a sound. Your skin was hot, your head leaning all the way, showing him the line of your throat. "Jermaine, wait, stop- I'm gonna- "

"No you ain't," he cut you off, his voice firm, entirely in control. He slowed his pace down to a crawl, dragging his fingers out until just the tips were inside, then pushing them back in with a slow thrust. He was intentionally keeping you right on the edge, refusing to let you cross that line yet. "You ain't coming yet. We just started." He was frowning like he was genuinely upset, as though you were at a party and you already wanted to leave even if you just got there.

He leaned down, his chest rubbing against your clothed breasts as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He bit down on your shoulder blade, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make you let out a small whimper, distracting you from the overwhelming sensation between your legs.

His fingers kept moving inside you, all slow and deep. Every time he felt your walls start to tighten up, signaling that you were getting too close to the edge, he would stop completely, keeping his fingers buried deep inside you, just holding you there while his thumb worked your clit in slow circles.

You were crying now, your voice raw, entirely expressive. You couldn't hide a single thing from him. Your hips were moving on their own, trying to chase his hand, trying to force him to move faster, but he was like a rock over you, completely unbothered by your struggles.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice vibrating against your neck.

You forced your eyes open, your vision blurry with tears of pleasure. He lifted his head, looking down at you with a satisfied grin. He looked so damn handsome, so completely in his element, that it made your heart ache just as much as your body.

"You like that, baby?" he whispered, his fingers giving a sudden roll inside you that made your eyes roll back.

"Yes- yes, Jermaine, please, oh my god..."

"I got you," he murmured, his lips coming back down to capture yours, drinking in your loud, breathless moans as he finally began to pick up the pace, dragging you deeper and deeper into the heat.

He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers like a trapped bird, squeezing down on him so tight it felt like you were trying to wring every last bit of friction out of his fingers. You were completely at his mercy, trembling from your shoulders all the way down to your toes, your fingers digging so deep into the bedsheets you could hear the threads straining under your grip.

"That's it," Jermaine said against your lips, his voice dropping into a thick, low growl that vibrated directly into your open mouth. "Give it to me, baby."

He sped up his thumb just a fraction, hitting that tiny, swollen pearl of skin with pressure while his two fingers worked inside you. That was the final blow. A shattered, high pitched scream tried to tear its way out of your throat.

Before the sound could even carry out into the quiet room, Jermaine’s mouth smashed down onto yours, swallowing the high note of your orgasm whole. He drank in every single drop of your vocal distress, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth while your body shook beneath him. The release hit you so hard it turned your limbs to dead weight, warm pleasure washing over your hips and rolling down your thighs like a dam breaking open.

You were practically floating, your breathing coming in short, pathetic little hitches as the climax slowly began to settle into a soft but burning hum deep in your belly. You let out an exhale, your eyelids feeling so heavy you could barely keep them half open. You thought he was done.

You were dead wrong.

Jermaine didn't pull his fingers out. He left them buried deep inside your hot, slick walls, his wrist pressed against your skin, letting you feel every single beat of his pulse against you. He lifted his head up slowly, his eyes sparkling with a wicked kind of satisfaction as he looked down at your tired face. His lips were shiny, swollen from your kiss, and he had a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Look at you," he murmured softly, his thumb giving your clit one light flick that made your whole lower body jump like you’d been shocked with live electricity. "Look how soft you got for me, baby. You thought I was letting you off that easy?"

"Jermaine...wait," you gasped out. You reached out with a trembling hand, trying to push against his hard, smooth chest, but you had zero strength left. "Please...I'm- I'm so sensitive right now, baby, give me a minute–"

"Nah," he grunted, his tone completely smooth, entirely uncompromising. "We ain't taking no breaks tonight. I told you I was hungry, didn't I?"

Before your foggy, orgasm drunk brain could even process what he meant by that, Jermaine shifted his weight back onto his knees. He dragged himself down slowly, his broad, bare chest scraping against your ribs and your stomach, his hot breath trailing a burning path down your skin.

He gripped your thighs with both of his hands, his long fingers biting gently into your soft flesh, and pulled you all the way to the very edge of the mattress. He spread your legs wide open again, wider than before, pinning your knees back toward your chest so you were completely exposed to him all over again.

The cool air hitting your wet, sensitive skin sent a shiver down your spine, and the feeling of being completely unraveled made you try to cover yourself. But you were too slow.

Jermaine leaned down, bringing his face right between your thighs. He didn't pause nor did he give you a second to brace yourself, he just buried his nose right into your pussy, inhaling deep like he was breathing in the finest cologne, before pressing his open mouth directly against your pulsing, wet cunt.

"Oh– fuck!" you shrieked, the sound tearing out of your chest before you could stop it.

The contact was so sudden that your hips jerked upward. It felt like a shockwave went straight up your spine. The heat of his tongue lap lapping against your sensitive clit sent a wave of sensation crashing over you, so sharp that it almost felt like pain.

Remembering where you were, you slammed your hand over your own mouth. You clamped your palm down over your lips so hard your knuckles turned white, biting down on the meat of your hand to muffle the loud, broken noises trying to spill out of you.

Jermaine felt you tense up, he also felt the way your body was trying to pull away from the intensity of it all, but he just wrapped his big arms around your thighs, locking you completely in place. He was going crazy down there. He ate you like a starving man sitting down to his first real meal in days.

He slipped his tongue long and flat right up your slick slit, dragging it all the way from the bottom up to the top, taking his sweet time with every single stroke just like he had done his food. Every time his tongue flicked over your swollen clit, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, a muffled, desperate whine bursting past your hand.

“Mmph– nnngh!”

He loved hearing those pathetic little sounds escaping around your fingers. It drove him crazy. He raised his eyes up, looking at you from between your wide spread legs, watching you struggle to keep quiet. His face was slick with your warm juices, all glistening and shit, looking completely devious.

Without breaking eye contact, he cupped your ass cheeks in his hands, lifting your hips up just a fraction higher, and plunged his tongue as deep inside you as it could physically go. He swirled it around in circular strokes, tasting every single bit of the thick sweetness you were giving to him, before pulling back just enough and moving your hips back down to suck your clit directly into his warm mouth.

"J-Jermaine!" you choked out, your voice muffled behind your hand, your other arm reaching down frantically.

You weren't trying to push him away anymore, you couldn't if you tried. Instead, your hand plunged into his hair, your nails digging deep into his thick curls, gripping him by the roots. You tried to pull him closer, then tried to push him away, your fingers tangling desperately in his hair as your body lost all sense of control. You pulled on his hair hard enough to pull his head tight against your pelvis, but he didn't mind it at all; he just grunted against your wet skin, the vibration of his voice traveling straight into your nerve endings and making you lose your damn mind.

He started eating you faster, his tongue working in relentless, slick laps that sounded impossibly loud in the silent room.

Your hips began to move completely on their own, rolling against his mouth, trying to chase that sharp peak that was building up again WAY too fast. Your body was still exhausted from the first climax, making this second one feel ten times heavier, ten times more overwhelming. It was building up like a tidal wave.

"Stop...please, Jermaine, stop, I can't…" you whimpered, your legs shaking so hard they were visibly violently trembling in his grip. "It's too much– uhn– Jermaine– !"

Jermaine didn't listen to a single word. He pulled his mouth off your clit for just half a second, his lips slick and dripping, his breath hot as hell against your inner thigh.

"Cover your mouth," he ordered softly. "Just take it."

He plunged two fingers right back inside your soaking wet hole, filling you up completely, while his tongue went right back to relentlessly working your clit.

You bit down on your own hand so hard you nearly broke the skin, your toes curling tightly toward the mattress as your walls clamped down around his fingers like a vise. Your body convulsed, a long, muffled, shattered scream burying itself into your palm as you came violently all over his face and hands.

Your hips pushed against his mouth, your nails yanking on his hair as you rode out the orgasm. The spasm were so deep, and so intense, that your whole lower half felt like it was too warm, liquid pouring out of you and coating his fingers, his lips, his chin.

He stayed right there between your thighs for a second, catching his breath. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, but when he pulled his hand away, he actually felt the amount of wetness coating his palm, and his wrists.

He looked down at his hand, then looked closely at the sheet beneath your ass, which was completely drenched, a dark circle spreading out onto the fabric.

A devious grin stretched across his face, his eyes lighting up with absolute amazement and pride. He leaned back on his heels, letting out a low, breathless whistle that cut right through the quiet room.

"Aw, nah," he whispered, his voice dripping with smooth, raspy disbelief. "Look at this shit...you done went and squirted all over the bed, girl."

Your eyes snapped open, wide and glossy with lingering tears, your skin turning instantly hot. Your chest heaving up and down like you’d just ran a whole mile.

"Jermaine, shut up," you gasped out.

You quickly scrambled to pull your legs together, your thighs shaking. You tried to slide back up the mattress, trying to cover yourself, completely embarrassed by how completely you had lost control. Your muscles felt like warm butter, zero strength left in your arms or your legs, making you look like a newborn calf just trying to move away from him.

"Nah, don't try to hide it now," Jermaine chuckled, moving up the bed right alongside you. He reached out with his arms and pulled your soft, trembling body right back into his chest, gathering you up into his lap like you belonged there. "Look at you shaking like a leaf, baby."

"Because you don't know how to act," you mumbled, hiding your face right into the crook of his neck. You wrapped your weak arms around his shoulders, breathing in his skin, completely exhausted. "I'm tired as hell, Jermaine. My legs feel weird."

"I know," he murmured, his tone shifting instantly from that playful teasing to something incredibly sweet.

He wrapped his large, warm hands around your bare thighs, his palms smoothing over your skin in long, comforting strokes. He began pressing soft, lingering kisses all over the side of your face; first your cheek, then the corner of your eye, down your jawline, and right onto your burning neck.

Every time his warm lips hit your skin, a tiny, involuntary noise escaped your throat; a soft, pitiful little sigh that made him grin against your skin.

"I know, baby. I know," he whispered softly, his deep voice vibrating right against your ribs as he kept rubbing your thighs, soothing the edge of the sensitivity. "I got you. You good. I just had to taste you, that's all. Couldn't help myself."

He kept kissing you, taking his time, his tongue taking tiny, lazy licks at your neck, making you shift resting in his arms. He cradled you close, holding you against his warm chest until the trembling in your legs slowly started to settle down into a soft ache.

"You alright?" he asked softly, resting his chin on top of your head, his hand sliding up your back to pull you against him. "Or you want me to just put you to bed?"

You lay there for a second, listening to the steady beat of his heart under your cheek. Your body was exhausted, yeah, but as your head started to clear, you felt the heavy bulge of his erection pressing firm and thick right against your hip through his sweatpants. He had spent all this time working you over, eating you until you lost your damn mind, and he hadn't even touched himself yet. He had been completely focused on your pleasure, completely unselfish, just taking care of you first like he always did.

And looking at him now, his hair a little wild from your hands pulling on it, his lips slick, the sheer sight of him made that warm, familiar ache bloom right back up in the pit of your stomach.

You lifted your head off his chest, looking up into his eyes.

"You think you just gonna put me to bed after all that?" you murmured, a tiny, tired little smile playing on your lips.

Jermaine raised one eyebrow, looking down at you with surprised amusement. "What, you got some energy left?"

"Not for riding," you whispered, sliding your hand down his stomach, letting your acrylics drag lightly over the waistband of his sweatpants. "But I know you ain't sit up here and do all that just to go to sleep empty handed."

He let out a low chuckle, his hand coming down to rest over yours. "Baby, you don't gotta do nothing. You exhausted."

"Shut up and let me handle it," you muttered softly, pushing yourself up onto your knees.

You shifted your weight, sliding down his body until you were kneeling right between his open legs on the mattress. Jermaine leaned his back up against the headboard, his heavy eyelids dropping low as he watched you.

You reached out, your fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. You pulled them down slowly, dragging his briefs down with them, letting his heavy, fully erected dick spring free.

He was thick, dark, and completely ready, glistening at the head with pre cum.

You leaned in close, wrapping your hand firmly around him, feeling how warm and rock hard he was in your grip. You lowered your head, pressing a soft, warm kiss right to the soft skin of his inner thigh, right next to his groin, making him let out a long exhale through his nose.

"Fuck, baby..." he rasped out, his hands instantly reaching up to rest in the messy sheets beside him.

You moved your mouth closer, taking the rounded head of his dick into your mouth, wrapping your wet lips tight around him as you pulled him in. You dragged your tongue up the underside of his shaft, swirling it right over the sensitive tip, taking in every drop of his moisture.

Jermaine’s hips gave an involuntary jerk, a low groan tearing out from deep inside his chest. "Shit..."

You slid your hands further down, your fingers gently cupping his balls. You weighed them in your palm, your long nails lightly scratching against the soft, sensitive skin of his scrotum, making his whole lower body go tight. You leaned down lower, taking one of his balls into your mouth, sucking softly while your thumb smoothed over the other, working him with a slow, thorough pace that was taking his breath away.

"Ah, fuck, honey..." Jermaine hissed, his head falling back against the headboard, his chest rising and falling heavily. "You trying to kill a nigga tonight, swear to God..."

You pulled back from his balls, licking a wet path all the way back up his thick vein to the very tip. You opened your mouth wide, taking him deep into your throat, swallowing as much of his length as you could manage. You kept your lips tight, creating a warm suction as you began to move your head up and down in a filthy bob.

The wet sounds filled up the quiet bedroom, echoing off the walls. Jermaine’s hands came up from the sheets, his fingers entangling themselves into your hair, holding your head as you worked him. He wasn't pushing you down too hard, he was gentle, guided by pleasure, but he was holding you right where he wanted you, his hips rising up off the bed to meet every single downward stroke of your mouth.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted out, his voice completely raw. "Look at you...taking all of it."

Hearing him talk to you like that, feeling the way his body was shuddering under your hands, did something to you. You worked your tongue around the head, bobbing faster, your hand sliding up and down the base to match the rhythm of your mouth. You took him all the way to the back of your throat, feeling his pre cum leaking onto your tongue, tasting him completely.

Jermaine’s breath came in ragged, sharp gasps, his grip in your hair tightening just a fraction as his hips began to pump faster into your wet mouth.

"Wait, wait...baby, pull back," he grunted out suddenly, his voice raspy with warning, his muscles locking up tight. "Pull back before I bust right in your mouth..."

You pulled completely back off him for a split second, taking a second to catch your own breath while you held his dick in your hand. Your heart was beating like a drum against your ribs. You looked up at him, biting down on your swollen bottom lip, your eyes locking onto his blown out gaze.

Instead of letting him cool off, you kept your hand wrapped tight around his length, giving him a few slow, firm strokes, up and down, dragging your thumb right over the sensitive, glistening tip to keep him right on the edge.

Jermaine let out a harsh, gravelly exhale through his teeth, his hips giving a subtle, involuntary jerk into your palm. "Ah...baby- mmnhmm..."

You shifted your weight, swinging one leg over his lap so you were straddling his thigh. You weren't sitting on his dick, you kept yourself hovering just in front of it, your thighs gripping his tight while your wet pussy pressed against the broad muscle of his upper leg.

You leaned in close, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and captured his mouth again.

You tasted like him, he tasted like you, and the clash of your tongues sent a jolt of fire straight down to your toes.

Mid kiss, you slowly pulled your head back just an inch, breaking the seal of your lips with a soft, wet sound. You looked into his eyes, your breathing coming in shallow pants.

You raised one hand between your faces, gathering up a pool of slick saliva in your mouth, and spit right into your own hand. Then, without breaking eye contact, you raised your eyebrows, giving him a look, gesturing for him to do the exact same thing.

Jermaine stared at you for a half second before a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned his head forward, gathering up his own slick spit, and dropped a heavy pool of it right into your open palm with yours.

You reached down between your legs, sliding that same hand down to your soaking wet cunt. You gathered up a fingers worth of your own creamy, hot slick nut and brought it all together. You mixed the spit, his pre cum, and your wetness right on the shaft of his dick, rubbing your palm up and down his entire length until his dick was completely drenched, shining wet and slippery in the dim room light.

Jermaine let out a low groan from the back of his throat, his head hitting the headboard with a soft thud as he shook it side to side as though he were disappointed. "Fuck...you so nasty for that, girl."

"You like it," you whispered against his jaw, your voice practically a goner.

You gripped his jaw with your free hand before you crashed your mouth right back onto his.

While your hand kept up a slow, relentless stroke on his slick, dripping dick, making that wet squelch slick sound every time your palm slid up to his top, Jermaine’s hands went all over your body.

His large, warm hands wandered up under your shirt, because Jermaine just loved you with your shirt on, his palms cupping your breasts, his thumbs rolling over your hard, swollen nipples. Every time he squeezed, you let out a muffled, high pitched whine directly into his mouth. He caught the noise, before sliding one hand down your back, his long fingers digging into your soft ass cheeks to pull you down tighter against his leg.

He stroked your hips, smoothed his hands over your hot skin, his thumb occasionally sliding down to flick against your clit just to hear you whimper against his lips. In return, you varied your pace on his dick, sometimes twisting your hand at the top, sometimes squeezing lightly at his balls while your wet palm pumped his shaft.

Every time you hit the right spot, Jermaine would let out these hushed, quiet moans and deep, chesty grunts that vibrated straight through your body. He was trying so hard to stay quiet, his jaw tight, his chest heaving, but the messy friction you were making on his little friend down there was driving him past his limit.

"Ah...shit...baby..." he rasped against your lips, his tongue lazily tangling with yours as his breathing grew shorter, and more frantic. "Right there...don't stop...keep stroking like that..."

You kept going, your hand moving faster now, the wet slick squelching loudly between your fingers. You rubbed your wet, warm pussy lightly against his thigh to match the stroke of your hand, giving yourself just enough friction to keep you hovering right on the edge along with him.

Jermaine’s hands clamped down hard on your hips, pinning you to him. His head pressing against your shoulder as he let out a long, trembling, muffled moan.

His whole body went stiff as board underneath you. His hips gave two, three thrusts up into your pumping hand, and he finally came, you watched in awe as he lifted his head against your cheek to kiss it.

Thick, hot streams of his nut spurted out, coating your wet palm, your fingers, and splashing up onto his stomach. He kept moaning softly against your cheek, his breath coming in hot, ragged hitches against your skin while his body shuddered through every last pulse of his release.

The room was dead silent, with the exception of the synchronized sound of your breathing. The clock on the nightstand flicked quietly past two in the morning.

Jermaine’s shoulders were glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as you lay your head on his shoulder, his hands still resting on the small of your back, holding you against him like he was terrified you’d slip away. His body felt completely spent, his muscles relaxed into that post cum languor that made him feel like his legs were asleep under your thighs.

You slowly lifted your head off his shoulder, looking down at his stomach, which was completely painted with his creamy, cloudy nut, dripping down over his dark skin and coating your right hand.

You looked up at him through your lashes. His hooded eyelids watching you with that gaze that told you that you did good and he had an amazing time.

Slowly, you brought your hand up to your mouth.

You didn't wipe it on the sheet, and you didn't reach for a towel. You stuck your tongue out, taking a lazy lick right across the palm of your hand, cleaning up the thickest part of his release. You closed your lips around your fingers, sucking them clean one by one, making a soft, wet sound in the silent room as you tasted what came outta him but was completely yours.

Jermaine’s eyes opened a little wider at the sight. A low hum vibrated deep in his throat, his eyebrows pulling together.

"Damn," he rasped. "You really sum' else, you know that?"

You didn't even answer him with words. You just smirked, dragging your tongue over your thumb until your hand was completely clean.

Then, you shifted your weight off his thighs before you leaned forward, hovering your face right over his stomach. You lowered your head, pressing your warm tongue directly against the smooth skin just below his belly button, dragging it upward in a slow, wet line right through the warm mess on his skin.

Jermaine’s stomach muscles instantly jumped under your tongue, tightening up in a sharp reflex. He let out a hissed gasp through his teeth.

"Shit..." he muttered, his head tilting back against the wood again. "You ain't gotta do all that, baby..."

"Yes I do," you murmured against his skin, your voice muffled.

You kept going, taking your sweet time with him. You dragged your tongue up his stomach, taking every drop of his nut off his dark skin, licking him clean with slow strokes. You used your lips and the tip of your tongue to clean every crease, every smooth dip of his abdomen, tasting the salty, warm contrast of his skin against his release. You took a tiny, light bite out of his hip bone, making him let out a hushed groan, before licking and sucking over the spot to soothe the sting.

He just lay there, completely at your mercy, his chest rising and falling, his hands stroking your back, your shoulders, his long fingers tangling aimlessly through your hair while you worked over his body. It was almost sweet in a way.

When you were finally satisfied, having licked his stomach completely clean, you smoothed your wet tongue up his sternum, kissing your way up the center of his chest. You lingered over his heart, listening to the steady thudding underneath his ribs, before trailing your mouth up the side of his throat. You bit lightly into his skin, leaving a soft, wet press of your lips right at the base of his neck.

Jermaine’s hand came up, his long fingers cupping the side of your face, his broad thumb sweeping gently over your cheek bone. He pulled your head up, forcing you to look at him in the dim light.

"Come here," he whispered.

You slid up his body, bringing your face right down to his, and pressed your lips directly to his.

The kiss was slow, your tongues slid together in a soft rhythm, you could feel the complete satisfaction humming between you.

Jermaine’s tongue lazily swirling against yours, sucking on your lower lip with a soft, persistent pull that made your whole body feel like it was melting right into his chest. He tasted every inch of your mouth, over and over, his thumb gently stroking your jaw, keeping you locked right there against him.

Every time you tried to pull back just a fraction to catch your breath, he’d just follow your mouth, humming softly against your lips, deepening the kiss until you were completely breathless again.

"Mmm..." you let out a soft, muffled whine into his mouth, your body relaxing entirely limp over his frame.

He pulled his mouth back just an inch, his lips wet and shining, resting his head against against the headboard.

"That was crazy, girl," he whispered.

"Yeah. You loved it though," you murmured back, your eyes closed, resting your chin on his chest.

"Yeah, I did," he admitted, his arm wrapping firmly around your waist, pulling the blanket up from the foot of the bed and sliding it over both of your bodies– it was fucking disgusting but who has the energy to care right now. "I love you."

You laughed softly, your arm wrapping tight around his waist. “I love you too.”

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“nnngh, fuck— pleaseee, mama… p-please let me c-cum inside you…”

you had been edging Jermajesty for the past hour and he was only growing needier and needier the longer you continued to deny him relief. you were sat flush on his lap with his dick deep inside you as you rode him through the night, purposely speeding up your bounces to get him close to his peak just to slow down before he could even think about cumming — and you repeated that pattern over and over again just to hear him beg for you.

“you think you deserve that, baby? hm? think you deserve to cum inside me?” you cooed condescendingly, teasingly squeezing his shoulders, as Jermajesty whined pathetically and profusely nodded his head, his pretty eyes filled with desperation peering up at you while he watched you ride him, “use your words, pretty boy, c’mon. tell mama what i wanna hear.”

“y-yessss, mama, ple—nnngh!—pleaseeee let me. i-i’ll be so good f-for you—mmh!—i’ll b-be a good b-boy,” Jermajesty whimpered pitifully, his fingers digging into the fat of your ass to hold onto you, as a furrow formed between his eyebrows and his grip tightened on you, his nails leaving crescent-shaped markings in your melanated skin, “f-fuuuuck, m’so close— please, mama!”

you looked at him silently for a moment, as if considering letting him cum like he begged for, and a slow wicked smirk spread across your pretty face as you suddenly slowed down your bouncing for what felt like the millionth time to Jermajesty and now moved at an agonizingly slow pace, earning a broken sob from his vocals and a twitch from his dick against your walls.

“nonono— pleaseeee—” Jermajesty’s whines and whimpers for release soon got caught in his throat and a choked up sob fell from his lips instead as hot tears brimmed in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks, which only made your smirk widen while your hips continued their slow roll.

“aw, don’t cry, baby. your face’s too pretty for all that, stop it,” you cooed patronizingly, your hands moving to cradle his face, as your thumbs gently wiped away his tears and he whimpered meekly, instinctively leaning into your touch while he sniffled, “why you cryin’, huh? talk to me.”

“w—hic!—wanna cum, ma…” Jermajesty mewled softly, his hands shakily sliding up to grip your waist, as soft whimpers fell from his lips with each slow roll and bounce of your hips and his hands traveled from your waist to your back, his palms sliding up your spine before grabbing ahold of your shoulders and holding onto them, “i-it’s… it’s gettin’… s-sensitive…”

his last word left his mouth so quietly that you would’ve missed it had you not been staring at his lips as he talked. you tilted your head just a little, studying his tear-streaked face, and you let out a soft hum, the sound practically mocking the state he was currently in.

“oh, you gettin’ sensitive on me, that’s why you cryin’ like this… i’m makin’ that dick all sensitive, ‘Maj?” you teased in a low sultry purr, your hands leaving his face and cradling his nape, as you pulled him closer and lowered your head to his, your face inches away from his and your breaths mingling with his shaky pants, “mhm, my pretty boy’s all fucked-out and sensitive and i ain’t even let him cum yet… guess i gotta’ fix that, don’t i?”

before Jermajesty could say a word — or let out another desperate and strangled noise — your hips shifted gears and you gradually started bouncing faster and faster until you were back to the pace you were at before he started crying. loud and needy whines and whimpers fell from Jermajesty’s mouth and each sound punctuated a bounce of your hips as your ass clapped loudly against his thighs and the bed rocked and creaked rhythmically beneath the two of you.

Jermajesty’s arms wrapped tightly around your torso and he held you against him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck to try and muffle his sounds but he only got louder by the minute, the sensitivity of his dick combined with the slickness of your squelching pussy ultimately starting to overstimulate and overwhelm him simultaneously.

“i-i’m g-gonna— oooh, fuuuuck— oh, God, i-i’m ‘bout t-to— nnnngh, mama—”

“go ahead, sweet boy. cum inside me, you earned it. let me feel that big dick paint my walls and make ‘em white.” you whispered sweetly in his ear, your words only adding fuel to the intense fire growing inside of him, as Jermajesty’s body completely tensed and he let out a sharp broken gasp, his eyes rolling back and his mouth hanging open while his orgasm crashed down on him like a bucket of bricks and tears welled up in his eyes again.

“ohhh, t-thaaank you, mama! t-thank you, thank y-youuu, thank you!— oh, shitshitshit— nnnghhh, thank you!” Jermajesty let out babbles of slurred and slightly incoherent whines of gratitude against your neck and his body jerked a few times underneath yours as you felt his tears slide down your neck and you grinned satisfactorily, cradling the back of his buzzed head and gently caressing it in a way that completely contradicted how your hips were roughly slamming down on him.

“mmm, you’re so welcome, baby. i’d do anything for my good boy. you don’t gotta’ cry no more, handsome, i got you.”

Westminster, California, 1975

The engine to Jackie’s 1973 AMC Hornet revved as he pulled into the Hi-Way 39 drive-in theater. This was one of your favorite date night spots. The hour drive it took to get there didn’t put a damper on your excitement for it. The place was packed out with people and cars due to the most anticipated movie of the year: Jaws.

When Jackie had brought you here on the third date, you fell in love with the spot. You knew it was something you would have to do at least once a week. When he wasn’t on the road with his brothers, he was so eager to do whatever you wanted to do.

He paid the entrance fee and was able to secure a spot near the middle of the field. They hadn’t even turned on the pre-movie content yet so you felt it was a good enough to time to run to the concessions stand. Hopefully there wasn’t too long of a line.

The watermelon flavor of your BlowPop still vibrant in the gum you smacked on. Turning to Jackie as you dug in your purse for your wallet, you caught him staring at you heatedly.

“Why you staring so hard, Jackson?” You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile.

“I can’t look at my lady now?”

“Not the way you doing, nasty ass.” You blew a bubble with your gum. His eyes zeroed in the activity.

“That mouth of yours, I swear, little mama.” He did that thing with his voice that had you squeezing your thighs together.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” You tossed your beaded braids over your shoulder and smirked. “You want that chocolate you like from the snack stand?”

“I got the chocolate I like sittin’ right here next to me.” He licked his bottom lip, looking you up and down.

“Ooh, you are a dangerous flirt, Sigmund Esco. I reckon it’s gonna get you in trouble one day.” Another bubble blown.

“How bout it get me into some right now? Gimme that gum you smackin on.”

One of your eyebrows arched and your mouth twitched. There was no point in acting like you were disgusted because you’d never came harder than you did when Jackie ate your ass while fingering you on the second date. He was a super freak and you were obsessed with him, almost like he put a spell on you.

“Well come and get it then, papa.”

His big hand landed on your thigh, pulling you across the leather seats over to the driver’s side. He grabbed one of your legs to sit on top of his knees, opening you up. Jackie wrapped his fingers around your throat, leading your faces to meet.

Your lips clashed with his hastily. His tongue lapping at your lips until you opened your mouth, allowing him entry to explore. You let out a high moan pushing your gum into his mouth with his tongue instantly curling around it. With shiny lips and a string of spit following you both when you released each other, you were almost tempted to say fuck the movie.

Leaning against the door, Jackie grinned like the cat that got the canary. His strong jaw chewed on your gum like it was his to begin with and you had simply prepped it for him. You sat back, hand pressed to your chest trying to calm your heart.

“Fuckin’ delicious. Watermelon?”

“Boy, you ain’t no good,” you snorted, licking your lips, elated at the taste of him.

“Only for you, sweet thing.” He winked, pulling out his wallet. “Here, take this money so you can get whatever you want.”

“Jackie, I have my own money.”

“I didn’t ask you that, now did I?”

You could be stubborn with the best of them but Jackie being the oldest brother of so many kids you knew it was impossible to win any battle against him. You shook your head, taking his fifty dollar bill.

“And don’t forget my Pibb!” He yelled out the window as you walked away. You didn’t have to turn around to know he was watching your booty bounce in your polkadot sundress.

You were making your way back with the snacks when a familiar face stepped in front of you.

“Sunshine?” Only one man called you that nickname.

“Jerome? Hey honey, how you been?” Your ex whom you hadn’t seen in years. Occasionally one of your girlfriends would run into him and bring you the gossip but you hadn’t laid eyes on him since you both decided to part ways. He was trying to go to college in San Diego and you had stayed in Encino; you both felt the relationship wasn’t worth the long distance.

Jerome was a tall light skin with light eyes, straight white teeth and his signature small afro. The side burns were new though. He was a sweet talker, incredibly kind and smart. It was no wonder you dated him initially but alas you were bored.

He didn’t alight every nerve in your body like Jackie did. Jackie liked to go back and forth with you to an extent. Once he was over that he’d just thrown you down and draw orgasm after orgasm from you like he was born to do it. He could be rough despite that soft spoken, demure façade he put on. He also had a jealousy streak a mile long.

Jerome roped you into a side hug and began asking you questions, wanting to catch up. Every time you attempted to walk away and end the conversation he would reel you back in with some new detail about his life. You were polite but deep down you knew Jackie was probably wondering where you were.

“You lookin’ real good, girl. You must be eating right.” He leered at you.

You opened your mouth to shut him down when: “Yeah, I’m feedin her real good,” replied from behind you.

Exhaling in gratitude, you turned around seeing Jackie right behind you with his arms crossed. You knew that look in his eyes well. It told you that shit was about to go left very quickly.

“Jackie! I was just on my way back when I ran into an old friend. We were just catching up.” You smiled nervously, stepping beside your boyfriend.

“Old friend? From where?”

“I’m her ex,” Jerome supplied, clarifying simply.

You wanted to evaporate completely. Sighing in defeat, your eyes fell shut.

“Oh really?” Jackie’s voice hardened. You didn’t want to look at him.

“Jerome.” The other man stuck out his hand and Jackie just looked at it. Jerome put his hand back to his side.

“You like them J names don’tcha?” Jackie slightly turned his head towards you, arching one of his eyebrows. “Baby, I don’t need to be worried about you leaving me for a James, do I?”

“Technically, your name doesn’t start with a J so…” You joked awkwardly. You met his eyes, then shot yours to the ground seeing the unamused expression on his face.

That was going to be your ass. You knew that the second it came out of your mouth. He was not going to let that slide. Your pulse steadily climbed at the prospect.

“Well, it was nice catching up with you, sunshine. Maybe we can get a cup of coffee next time I’m in Encino.”

“Um, I don’t—“

“She won’t be available.”

The projector flickered on signaling that they were about to play the movie and you couldn’t had been more grateful for the interruption. Jackie grabbed the snacks out of your hands and turned on his heel without another word.

“Damn,” you mumbled under the breath and followed Jackie with your tail between your legs.

It took everything in you to hold in your scream while Jackie brought you to the brink repeatedly and then denied you. You were stretched on his dick with your back to his chest sitting in the drivers seat. He felt you shake while he lazily strummed your clit like a guitar.

Your legs were on either side of his, keeping you wide open for him. Knowing that anybody could look in and see what you two were doing thrilled you.

“Jackie,” you whined, hands clutching the steering wheel.

“Watch the movie, little mama,” the tone in his soft voice meant to brook no argument.

You had no idea what was happening at this point in the movie. Not long after it had started Jackie told you to take your panties off and to come sit in his lap. You were concerned that since you were out in the public that anybody to could see but he was adamant and not in the mood for games. He had taken himself out of his pants, stroked himself a couple of times until his rigid length was ready for you. You had nervously looked around and realized no one was paying your car an inch of attention.

“D’you know why we’re doing this?”

You shook your head, unable to answer because all your thoughts were focused on chasing your climax.

He took his hand away from your engorged bud and you wanted to cry. He rubbed his hands all over your thighs, feeling your sopping pussy clench around his dick.

“Yes, you do. You’re a smart girl. Tell me why.”

The air in the car was intoxicating. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to not move your hips.

“Because I was talking to—“

“Yes, because you were talking to another man. You know that’s not how we move ‘round here, baby.”

“But Jackie, I didn’t want to talk to him!” You groaned. “I’m sorry!”

“Oh, I know you’re sorry. This tight pussy trembling around me tells me that. But I need you to learn your lesson,” Jackie lightly scolded.

You hissed as his fingers went back to circling your clit, unable to control the squirm of your hips. He huffed out a strangled breath behind you. His thick veiny dick throbbed inside your heat. Your arousal was definitely soaking his front of his pants and you weren’t apologetic about that one bit.

“Sig, please. I need to come,” you mewled, biting your lip. The movie was all a blur to you.

“I’m sure you do.” His fingers sped up and your toes curled. Your breathing came in short pants. “Do you deserve it is what I need to know.”

“Yes! I’m sorry. I won’t do it again I promise. Just let me—“ You rattled off incoherently then keened with a closed mouth when he bit your shoulder.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you, girl. I gotta lock you up to keep men away from you? Maybe I need to put a baby in ya.” He shifted underneath you, somehow digging deeper into you. His other hand caressed your stomach.

“Please, baby. Do it.” You were out of your mind at this point. You were so close it drove you insane.

Jackie inhaled sharply and slowly thrusted into you. His shallow jerks had your eyes rolling back. Your grip on the steering wheel increasing.

“You want my baby?”

“Yes, papa, whatever you want,” you moaned, gyrating your hips. The wetness of your cunt helping you slide easily.

“Take it then,“ he growled.

You moved like butter with him deep in you. You felt every vein scraping along your walls. With his tip kissing your cervix and the rough pad of his fingers swiping your button, it wasn’t long before you were shaking, coming undone especially hard on his big dick. You smashed your lips together to conceal the shriek that lodged in your throat.

Jackie followed you soon after shooting his seed into your womb. He groaned behind you feeling your pussy milk him dry. He moved your braids to the side and kissed the back of your sweaty neck, licking the skin with every kiss. You melted into his chest and finally released your grip on the steering wheel.

The sun had gone down at some point. Fireflies danced outside the rows of cars.

You casually glanced around and of course no one payed your car any mind, not with the big shark on the screen.

“I love you, Jackie. We so solid, I don’t want anyone else,” you whispered sleepily, turning your head into the crook of his neck. The smell of his Afro soothing you.

“Let’s keep it that way. I love you too, little mama.” He kissed your forehead and hummed with his length still resting in place. You loved that full feeling. “We gon have to come see this movie again. Don’t you think?”

Jaafar has been slurping between your legs since he’s been home. “Still with me, baby?” He mumbled against your pussy. Too overstimulated, you shook your head.

“Awww.” You would’ve thought that meant he would ease up but no! He took your clit between his lips, gently sucking it, soft eyes staring up at you. Your legs shook beside his head, fingers trying to find anywhere to ground yourself.

Every drag from his tongue, suction from his lips, and kiss against your clit felt like another incoming orgasm. The new growth surrounding his face brushed against your thighs.

The new growth that you complimented so often, maybe that’s why you’re in this situation. Jaafar had such a baby face, it was a new sight to see him with facial hair.

And it was something so sexy.

“Been eating a lil too much.” You joked, nudging his jaw with your knuckle. “I think I need a lil more then.” He teased back.

Except it wasn’t a joke.

Now you’re fighting for your life while Jaafar smeared the lower half of his face with your juices . “C-can’t take it.” You moaned trying to close your legs.

“Just a little bit more.” He cooed, hands pushing against the back of your knees to keep you spread open. His tongue pressed against your clit giving a broad long lick, finalizing with a suck.

He repeated the actions, small groans throughout that made your hips shift. “I’m gonna cum again.” You warned, legs kicking to the best of your ability.

Jaafar caught a second wind, drawing his tongue in figure eights, pushing his face farther into your pussy. “F-fuck!” You cried, eyes rolling back as your release washed over you.

His tongue found your entrance, slowly thrusting in and out feeling you pulse around it as you came. Letting you ride out your high, he sat up, beard soaked and a sweet smile on his face.

“Go ‘head and take your 10 minute break.”

In excitement? Confusion? Arousal? Maybe all. A hard lump settled in his throat, looking around to see if anyone noticed but of course everyone was too caught up in the next ride, they were about to get on.

A bit let down he was leaving early, he knew it was deserved. He knew what he was doing, pushing you to your limits until you snapped. A strike of fear ran through his heart feeling the almost painful grip of his wrist in your hand.

Once you both got into the car, you remained quiet. “Do you want me to drive?” Michael’s meek voice spoke up, a sad attempt at a peace offering. You were so irritated, you couldn’t even fathom to respond. He shut his mouth, fidgeting around during the drive home.

The car was dead silent, radio on mute, windows rolled up, only the sound of tires driving and other cars. Michael's shoe tapped against the car floor, making quick glances at you. Once you parked into the driveway, you didn’t get out.

“Go upstairs and take your clothes off.” You told him while your eyes remained on the windshield, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He knew better than to respond, settling on getting out the car and going upstairs.

You waited a few more minutes and let out a sigh, getting out of the car and heading inside. The house was dead silent, only sound being keys jingling in your hand as you ascended upstairs.

Stepping in, there sat Michael on the bed, hands clasped together on his thighs, soft bare skin revealed. His doe eyes looked up at you, hands now resting on his knees.

The silence felt heavy between the two of you and his lips rubbed together waiting for your next move.

A small smile formed on your lips, and he felt his heart drop to his ass.

•••

“P-please.” He begged, eyes glazed over in tears. The wet squelching of your hand pumping his dick sounded in the room. The television played lowly as you fixated on it, legs keeping a tight hold on Michael’s body with his back pressed against your chest.

Your shoulder caught the weight of his head as it fell back against you. He swiped his tongue against his lips, swollen from biting on them. “M-mama—”

“Shut up and watch.” You sped up your pace, using your other hand to grasp his jaw, directing his focus to the tv. The rule was he couldn’t cum before the movie ended, and he could’ve cried realizing he hasn’t even reached the hour mark yet.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Tears began to roll down his face. “You sorry, baby? Should’ve thought about that earlier.” You sarcastically pouted. The angry, leaking head wet your palm as you focused on his tip.

A whine fell from him, thrusting his hips into the air involuntarily. “M-mama, I’m gonna cum.” He warned, fingers squeezing your thighs. Your actions came to a halt and a smile graced your face as you tightened your grip around his dick.

Michael’s breath caught in his throat as you denied him yet another orgasm. All because he wanted a little attention. Just to see how far he could take it, now he’s stuck between your legs going through absolute torture.

A painful cry rung in the air, body screaming for his release. “Breathe. In and out.” You instructed him noticing the quick breaths he was taking. As he followed your directions, he closed his eyes, chest slowing down.

Once his body returned to its starting point, you began pumping again. Sensitive and tender, his breathing hitched followed by the slow roll of his eyes. Drool spilled from the corner of his lips and his fingers twitched against your thigh.

A sinfully angelic sight.

Broken moans spilled from his lips, and not a single thought was going through his head. Only the feel of your hand pleasuring him. Sweat was glazed over his body, overheated from the constant stimulation he was under.

You pressed a soft kiss against his forehead, damp skin against your lips. A small whimper tumbled from his mouth. His lips opened to say something but was choked back by a moan.

“You need something, baby?” You cooed, using his jaw to turn his head towards you. He forced his eyes to look at you before nodding.

“I don’t know, do you think you’ve been good?”

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise. I-I’ll do anything for you.” He whimpered. Mind teetering between the edge of reaching his breaking point, his dick twitched in your hand. Stiff and thick. Beads of pre cum rolling out in a hurry.

Even though the movie isn’t close to over, you could tell he was starting to lose it. Delivering a soft kiss to the shell of his ear, you whispered, “cum for mama.”

With a sharp inhale, Michael let out a whiny moan as ropes of nut immediately shot out of his tip. Lanky limbs shaking against you, you held him tighter as he let go.

Thick spurts of cum splayed across his abdomen and your knuckles. Continuous whimpers spilled from his mouth, eyebrows furrowed as he watched your fist continue stroking him.

Overstimulation wasn’t too far behind, legs twitching with a quick yelp when your fingers brushed against his tip. “I-I came already.”

“I know, baby, but you said you’ll do anything for me,” you pressed a kiss against his cheek, noticing his eyes widen.

“And mama wants you to take everything she’s gonna give.”

You laughed at a barely audible joke a stranger told you as your hips swayed to the ‘Not Tonight’ remix by Lil' Kim, tooo excited to be outside for once. You held your 4th cosmopolitan tight as you took a large swig from the glass, catching a glimpse of your girlfriend, Janet. She was talking to her brothers Marlon and Michael, the latter being the birthday boy, as you all were out for drinks at the bar to celebrate. You started to dance your way towards her, realizing you had maybe than enough to drink, trying to hold yourself up as your body was telling you to tip over and fall out of your heeled boots right then and there. You grabbed onto Janet’s shoulder sloppily and caught yourself as you raised your glass to keep it from spilling everywhere. She looked over at you with concerned eyes.

“Baby— Hey! What are you guys talking about,” You yelled into her ear, a goofy smile taking over your face. “This is my fucking song.” You wrapped an arm around her neck, whining your hips onto her as you recited Left Eye’s verse word for word. Janet smiled, shaking her head as she somehow managed to rip the glass from your hand. She wrapped her hand around your waist as she pulled you close, indulging you as she rocked her hips in sync with yours to the beat.

“How many of these have you had?” She yelled back at you, waiting for your delayed response as you processed the question, perfectly overwhelmed by the atmosphere.

“Uhmm… probably my third one,” You halted your dancing to think, looking at the ceiling before you realized your prized possession left your hand. “My drin- Give it back! I’m just gettin’ started..” You took the glass back from your girlfriend and promptly downed the rest of the liquid, letting out a laugh that would be horribly loud if not for the music whilst Janet could do nothing but stare at you with an agape mouth.

“That’s more than enough for you. You want some water?” Janet offered, but it was more of a demand as she took a water bottle her brother was holding onto and unscrewed the cap, nudging your head back so she could pour it in your mouth. You complied with furrowed brows, becoming agitated at the way you were being babied—but in the same breath secretly loving it.

❤︎

“Baby, come on, wake up, time to go inside.” Your eyes fluttered open, to which you found yourself slumped in the back seat of a car with the door wide open and your girlfriend staring at you with low, kinda red eyes. A small smile formed on your face, but your brain didn’t completely follow.

“Mm.. Jan, where we at,” You slurred, body feeling like it was moving when you at least could grasp that you were sitting down. “I can’t party no more. M’ tore up. Let’s go home…”

“We are home. Michael got us a driver. No more partying tonight, alright? Get up.” You could hear Janet choke back a laugh as she gently shook your body, trying to keep your eyes from lulling back into sleep mode.

“Can’t.”

“Huh?”

“Get up… I can’t.” You smacked your lips together, flipping your body over to look at the other side of the car as you felt irritation bubble in your bones. Every bone in your body was telling you to get on your legs and stand, but you knew there wasn’t any use.

“You can’t be serious.” You two sat in silence for a moment before she shook you again, to no avail. You were on your way back to sleep, and that’s when she realized that you were, in fact, dead serious.

“Oh, you’ll see when you sober up… too tipsy for this shit.” She mumbled to herself, just loud enough for you to hear. She moved your legs outside of the car door before bending over to swiftly pick you up and throw your body over her shoulder, the working out she had done to perfect her abs certainly paying off today. As she walked you two into the house, you muttered small and incoherent ‘sorry’s and other apologies as she threw you onto the bed of your room. Eyes still closed, you could hear rummaging on the other side of the room along with footsteps coming closer to you.

“Sit up,” She commanded sternly, tapping your arms so that you could raise them whilst she gently pulled the tiny, awfully revealing dress you had on off. Your arms flopped back down, feeling like two weights were attached to them. “No, keep them up.” You tried to follow instructions as carefully as you could and felt something being placed over your arms and head; a large shirt that barely covered your ass in addition to your beloved bonnet, before a kiss was placed on your forehead. You’d be a fool to not admit that the way you were being bossed around was making your stomach twist with arousal.

“You get on my nerves, y’know that?” She laughed to herself at your drunken state, a hypocrite as she was not too far from it herself, pulling the covers from under you to tuck you in, but you quickly wrapped your arms around her neck.

“M’ sorryy.” You dragged, a pretty pout appearing on your—shockingly still glossed lips before you puckered them out for a kiss.

“Yeah yeah, you just go to bed.” She pressed a finger to your lips, removing your arms from her neck as you flopped back onto the bed.

“You’re mad at me.”

“Go to sleep.”

“Don’t be mad,” You whined, letting your eyes flutter open, which didn’t seem like much as your lids were lower than usual. “Get in bed with me.”

Janet hummed a small ‘Mhm!’ as she walked over to the dresser, your corrupted eyes immediately following her. You couldn’t help but watch the plump of her ass in her jeans jiggle as she moved. She stood sideways as your stare burned into her, eyeing the way her fingers worked to unbuckle her belt, the sight along with the jingling noise making your ears perk up as it reminded you of other, not so innocent times of your relationship. You watched as she slipped off her jeans and threw them to the side, her panties essentially begging for a break as her ass was just that big. You still couldn’t get over it.

And you couldn’t forget your favorite part, the shirt. She was clad with a normal silk blouse, aside from the fact that there were only two buttons holding up her cleavage that was just a few jumps from spilling out. You audibly cursed under your breath as she turned around, back now facing you, although giving you a perfect view of her butt. There was a mirror atop of the dresser, and you felt yourself grow more needy as you heard the buttons of her top pop open with no visual, only being able to see where her chest started in the reflection.

Soon enough, she put on a skimpy two piece sleep set before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving your mind to run wild. You felt like you waited eons for her to come back, but once she did with a bare face and scarf on her head, you swore you were gonna spew everywhere if her beauty hadn’t grounded you. Janet quickly got under the covers next to you, letting you be the little spoon before shutting off the TV that hummed in the background, leaving you two with nothing else to do but sleep.

But you couldn’t. How could you? Your body was hot with need, and the room spinning although your eyes were closed surely wasn’t doing any favors. You could feel Janet adjust behind you, her arm loosely thrown over your lower waist, hand probably a few inches from the wetness developing in your panties. And it felt like pure torture. You were so gone that you could imagine her ghosting her fingers over you although she didn’t move at all. Your thighs clenched at the faux feeling, your chest starting to rise faster as your body egged you on.

You tried all you could, shutting your eyes more than they go could go, thinking about counting sheep. Mentally punching yourself, you wondered if you could make it through the night as you finally began to calm down. You could feel the weight of the night now engulfing you, your consciousness drifting away into drunken space.

That was, until you felt a hand lay flat on your abdomen, right above your warmth. You tried not to get worked up again, brushing it off, until you felt it fully slip between your legs, cupping you now.

“Knew I saw you staring..” Janet’s voice was low, as if you were sleeping and she didn’t want to wake you.

“So wet for me.” She was breathless as she slowly grazed two fingers over the area, trying to figure out just how soaked you were. You tried to choke back a moan, feeling as though if you acknowledged her it would ruin the moment. She moved her body closer to you, leaving no space in between the two of you as she began to rub small circles to your clit.

“Thought I wouldn’t notice you, huh?” Her lips were settled right next to your presumably sleeping ear, making a shiver run through your body.

“And your thighs were movin’ too. It’s that liquor,” The warmth of her body felt heavy against you, the sweet aroma of her perfume flooding your nostrils. It was your favorite. You let out a hushed moan as she dragged a finger down to your entrance, prodding her finger in over your underwear as if she was fucking you. “Got my baby all hot and bothered n’ all I did was take my clothes off.” The tips of your ears burned at her lewd way of speaking, hips unconsciously jolting forward into her touch as she pressed hard to your slit.

“Need me to fix it for you, yeah?” She whispered gently, and you could hear the perverted smile in her words as she slipped her hand under the waistband of your undergarment. A sudden gasp left your mouth as she so easily slid her middle finger inside of your warmth, ever-so slowly pumping it in and out of you.

“Janet.” Was all you could whine lowly, your hand meekly gripping the sheets below you.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t stop, please.” Your breath came out ragged as she sped up her pace, her soft lips pressing a kiss right below your ear.

“Why would I when you sound so pretty like this?” She moaned in your ear as she sneakily entered another finger, almost stuffing you full as your mouth fell open. Your hips began to rock with her movements, your entire brain starting to go fuzzy at the feeling.

“Or maybe I should stop…” Her pace began to slow.

“I don’t think you’ve told me sorry enough.”

“No, baby, please. I’m sorry. Really fucking sorry.” You let out a whimper at her teasing, your chest now heaving as you stumbled over your words, a result of the intense pleasure and the remnants of the drinks you downed.

“Keep going.” She kissed down your neck and down your shoulder as she spoke.

“I won’t do it again. I’ll be good, watch what I’m doing next time..” You sounded utterly pathetic as you begged, your voice falling and raising in pitch as your sick girlfriend was now practically slamming her fingers into you.

“That’s what I wanna hear… is it good, baby? This is what you wanted?”

“Yes… it’s so good. So fucking good.” You babbled helplessly as she hit your sweet spot, fingers curling to places you could never reach whenever you touched yourself.

“Come for me.” She cooed in your ear as your back arched away from her body at the overstimulation, a needy free hand of hers gripping the back of your shirt to pull you closer.

You swore your knuckles went white as you now had a death grip on the sheets, the moans and whines falling from your parted lips now going up an octave as you felt your orgasm building in your abdomen. The words ‘Gonna come’ fell from your lips at least 6 times before Janet began to mock you and your noises, that ultimately making your climax hit you like a truck. You body trembled as you let go, your walls clenching around Janet’s fingers as if they were going to escape at any moment now. The noises you made were loud and sweet with curses layered under them, Janet’s gentle taunts in your ear only riling you up even more.

“That’s it, baby. So good for me,” She placed a few kisses over your shoulder blades and then over your cheeks. “Good?”

All you could do was whine a ‘Mhm’, completely melting into her touch. You let out a final moan as Janet slowly removed her digits from your sopping wet pussy, eyes following her glistening fingers as she stuck out her tongue and proceeded to sensually lick off your juices.

“Janet!” You smiled sheepishly, shaky hands going to playfully hit hers.

“What? You taste good.” She moaned softly as she suckled on her own hands, making your face and ears feel impossibly hot. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight, and you subconsciously thought that you both needed to drink more if this was to be the outcome.

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