Heels of Love (G Street Chronicles Presents From Love to Loathe Series) (12 page)

When I told them we really didn’t have one yet, they all looked surprised except Mrs. JJ. She gave a wicked grin and turned her back on me. She pulled the last dish out and then told me to go and get Lil Samson. On my way out, I heard her say, “He will be here in five seconds going off on us. You watch and see.”

I went back over to the little house and quietly walked down the hallway. I looked in the bedroom directly across from the bathroom, and there he lay. I slid in next to him, and he pulled me close. I let the tears roll down silently; I would never tell Jyme about what just happened. I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.

I let Jyme sleep for another twenty minutes or so. I slid over on top of him and kissed him all over his face and chest. He moaned, and then he yanked me back down on the bed and he was on top of me. He mimicked my actions, and I just lost it. His room was dark, and I felt comfortable with the dim light coming from the other room. I lifted my shirt over my head, and then I unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor.

“Babe?”

“Yes?” I breathed.

“Wait, let me go lock the front door.”

He came back into his room, shut and locked that door as well. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and slid back on top of me. He placed one nibble after other in his mouth. The licking and sucking started getting very sloppy. He was enjoying every single second of this. “Thank you for coming with me,” he said through kisses.

“You’re welcome.”

“Cricket, can I try something?”

“Yes.” I tried to prepare my mind and body for the anaconda. He unbuttoned my jeans and then he slid them and my panties down.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while. If I’m bad at it, just stop me, okay?”

“Alright.” He slid my legs apart and went deep-sea fishing. He got three licks in, and I rose from the bed. “Right there. Oh God, lick right there.”

His tongue moved faster than a ceiling fan on high speed. My hands twisted all up in his hair. “Jyme, Oh my God that feels so good. Babe, it’s so fucking good.”

Jyme went in deeper and deeper with his tongue. “You bout to make me cum,” I yelled.

“Cum all on my tongue. I want to taste you.”

And with that sentence I lost every single thing I was clinging to. I clutched and jerked as if I was having a seizure. The orgasm wouldn’t stop because he was still flicking his tongue inside of me.

“Jym-e—sto–op,” I finally croaked out. He stopped and wiped his mouth with his hand and licked his hand.

“That is so fucking hot,” I breathed.

“Does that happen like that every time?”

“That has never happened like that.”

He leaned up on one elbow and traced both of my breasts with his fingertip.

“Why won’t you let me see you?” he asked.

“I really need to rinse off before we go back to your mom’s.” I bent and picked my bra up and re-hooked it. I pulled my t-shirt back overhead. I held my jeans and panties in my hands as I walked across the hall.

A few minutes later, we walked hand and hand over to his mother’s house. There was an addition in the kitchen now. Well, let’s just say one and a half additions. Elle sat in the chair that had earlier been occupied me. She was holding a baby who couldn’t have been more than five or six months old. The baby was obviously mixed with something other than Native blood. I stared that baby down trying to see an inch of resemblance, and I saw nothing.

Jyme had told me that she had done him wrong, and I was guessing she went out and got pregnant with someone else. Jyme looked at Elle, and then he stared at his mother. No one at the table said a word, and Jyme pulled me into the living room with him. Two men sat on one couch; Big Samson was slumped in a chair. Jyme and I sat on the opposite couch, hand in hand. He wrapped his free arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. We all stared at the flat screen. Jyme leaned his back on the couch, and I melted into his side. We had both dozed off when I felt a hand on my knee, and then I opened my sleepy eyes. Elle stood there with the sleeping baby in her arms.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to introduce myself earlier; I’m Elle,” she held her hand out for me to shake it. I faked a big yawn, and I thanked the heavens for Jyme’s grip on the other hand. I crossed my leg quickly hitting Jyme’s kneecap hard. He jerked up and stared at Elle.

“Get the hell away from her, Elle,” he snapped.

“I was only introducing myself. She does have a right to meet the whole family,” she grinned.

“You’re not part of this damn family.”

“Well, you know what I mean,” she taunted.

Jyme jumped up from the couch like a rocket. Big Samson stirred and then he had a visual on his son. “Lil Samson when did you get here?” he slurred.

“A while ago,” Jyme said. He pulled me to my feet, and I followed him.

“Hey, who’s your friend?” We walked through the kitchen, and Jyme yanked the door open.

“Lil Samson, Wait. What did she tell you I said?” Mrs. JJ asked.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

She looked at me, and I stared right back at her.

“What did she do to you?” he said at me. I just looked at him, not saying a word. “And you weren’t going to tell me?” he snapped. I tried to pull my arm out of his too tight grip.

“Lil Samson, calm down. You’re scaring her,” she soothed.

“I don’t know why in the hell I thought I could bring someone normal around you nut cases,” he yelled.

“Jyme,” I said. I tried pulling my wrist from his hand, but it was no use.

“Lil Samson, you’re hurting her. Let her go.” Mrs. JJ put her arm on his shoulder, and Jyme bucked up at her so hard. I squeezed my eyes shut and started screaming.

The next thing I remember I was sitting up against Jyme’s chest on the floor. There was a cold towel around the back of my neck and on my forehead. I looked around, and I didn’t recognize anyone. I got up off the floor with Jyme’s help; I pushed him off me and ran out the kitchen door. I went back to Jyme’s house and went straight for my jacket. I pulled my cell phone out the pocket; I had no signal.

Jyme stepped in the door after me; I turned and wailed into him. “Don’t you fucking come near me, and don’t you dare touch me,” I screamed.

“I won’t, Babe. I swear. I’m just gone sit right here. I’m not going to come near you,” he pleaded. I paced across the floor back and forth. I scratched my arms like crazy and bit the skin around the acrylics until they bled.

“Babe, how long have you been having panic attacks?” he asked.

“Is that what that was? I’ve never had one before,” I choked out.

“Shit, Cricket, I’m sorry, Babe.”

I continued pacing the floor back and forth; my heart was still racing.

“I don’t think we need to go back tonight; I’ll get you home in time for work in the morning,” he said.

“Alright.”

“Maybe a hot shower will help you calm down.”

“Alright.”

“Cricket, I know you don’t want me to see you naked. I know that. We can turn off all the lights, but babe, I can’t let you go into the shower by yourself as shaky as you are.”

I noticed he had moved right next to me, but he still didn’t touch me, which I was grateful for.

There was a knock at the door; Jyme went to answer it. It was Mrs. JJ and Patty; I turned my back on all of them and walked to the bathroom. I set the toilet lid down and sat on it. Jyme came in with two fluffy towels and two washcloths. He handed me a hair tie, and then he stepped out the bathroom. “I’ll knock before I come back in,” he said.

I stepped out of my clothes and folded them across the sink. I stepped into the hot shower with my washcloth. Jyme knocked and opened the bathroom door. He shut the lights off immediately, and it was pitch black in there. He slid in behind me and closed the curtain back. He reached around me and pulled something away from the wall. He squeezed a bottle and then gently pressed the soapy towel against my back. I could smell the Irish Spring shower gel. He washed my back, shoulders, legs, and arms. I turned to face him and he did the same for the front. He washed my neck, breast, stomach and front legs. I grabbed the soap and squeezed some onto my towel. I washed his neck first; then his chest. He bent down to my shoulder and kissed my neck, and then he pulled me up on him and kissed my lips.

“Cricket, I’m sorry. I keep scaring you, and I know you’re going to-”

“Shhh.” I silenced his cry. I turned him around, so I could wash his back. He pressed my front against his back. He pulled my hand around him to his well-swollen Anaconda.

“I want you, Cricket,” he whispered.

My toes started tingling, and the feeling was rising up. “Finish washing yourself off.” I washed all of my crooks and crannies. He finished before me, of course.

“Let me go find you a t-shirt.” he said.

I stood in the shower washing my crannies again, giving them a good rinsing. He came back and told me he was putting the t-shirt on the sink. I asked if he could throw my undies and jeans in the gentlest cycle he had on the washer. He agreed and switched on the light as he shut the door.

I turned the water off and stepped out the shower. I rubbed myself down with the fluffy towel. There was a bottle of baby oil sitting on the bathroom sink. It was not Aveeno, but it would have to do. I rubbed it all over my body, trying to moisturize my skin. I used the fluffy towel again to wipe the extra baby oil from my hand. I pulled the long t-shirt over my head and opened the bathroom door.

There he sat on his side of the bed. He wore nothing but a pair of boxers and his hair loose. I shut the bathroom light off and walked straight into his now pitch black bedroom. I made it to the bed and slid between his legs. Our fingers intertwined with each other’s. He wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on my stomach. He squeezed me tight so I placed both of my hands on the back of his head. I stood there for a minute or two and decided to run my fingers through his hair. As soon as my finger reached his scalp, I heard a soft moan coming from his throat. I kept going, both hands over his scalp giving him a light massage. This started driving him wild, he started tugging and pulling and grabbing at everything. He then yanked me on top of him; I loved this rough side of him. Both of my knees dug into the bed on both sides of him. I reached down and yanked my hand back; his anaconda was hanging out of one of the legs of the boxer. I wondered how he kept that thing from falling out. He has to wear whitey tighties or something close to the skin. That thing seriously needed its own zip code.

I am sure Elle had that little bastard baby with no problems whatsoever. If she had to endure this thing over the years, I’m sure he stretched her coochie all the way out. Why am I thinking about her and him now,
so gross
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Okay, focus, Cricket, focus.

He swears he wouldn’t hurt me, and I want to believe him, but I can’t. I didn’t want to just let anyone in, but I was falling fast for this man. I’ve seen the one-eyed monster from down below, and he looks like he could do some serious plowing. I didn’t want my coochie stretched out from his plow. Plus, I’m damaged goods, and I don’t see him opening that closed book anytime soon. My heart started pounding, and I tried to suck in deep long breaths, but it was not working. He sucked in a deep breath, and then he nuzzled his face between my breasts.

“Not tonight,” he sighed. My heart dropped. I knew he knew I was terrified of that thing, and now we were not going to do it.

“I’ll try,” I whispered. He nuzzled some more and then wrapped his arms around me tighter.

“You’re not ready for it.”

“But I want it,” I whined.

“I don’t think you do, not yet anyway. But I’m a patient man, and we will get there. You have a lot of walls I need to knock down first.”

“But you want to,” I explained.

“But I’m enough of a man to know you’re not ready,” he said sternly.

“But we need to do this to connect,” I said. He slid a finger in me and started sucking softly on my neck. He slid that one finger in and out of me repeatedly. He then slid another finger into me, and I squirmed. My fingers dug into his scalp, and I cocked my head back.

“Look at me,” he growled.

I dropped my head back down towards him. The light in the room was very faint, but I could make out his head and eyes. I reached down and started massaging anaconda through his boxers. It was rock hard, or maybe this was its soft stage; I didn’t have a clue. But an idea hit me, and I knew what we could do. I pulled his fingers out of me, and he sucked both of his fingers like he was drinking a Slurpee.

“That is so hot,” I whined.

“You taste so good,” he breathed. I shifted myself so I could sit down on the Anaconda. I started grinding him so hard. He gasped, and then he started shifting with me.

“Oh God that feels so good,” I breathed. I could feel his monster thriving through juicy lips, but the boxers would hold it captive so that it wouldn’t slip in.

“Cricket, SHIT,” he shouted. I rode him harder and harder, the friction from his boxers and the hardness from his monster were pushing me over the edge.

We both panted and grinded each other so hard; I felt that lightness inside rising. I dug my fingers into his scalp deeper, and he moaned loudly. His grip around my waist tightened, and my lips reached his ear.