Unfinished

Chapter 7

I didn't think I would end up here again, honestly. God, I was being fuckin stupid. "Nice to know I didn't scare you off. " I gave him a slight smile as he stepped to the side and let me in. "I hope I wasn't pulling you away from anything. I know it's late." He closed the door behind him and that's when I realized he had on just some basketball shorts and a t-shirt. And lets just say you could tell that he wasn't wearing anything up under those shorts. I caught myself and fixed my gaze to the floor instead. He chuckled a little and said "No.. I was chillin. Want a drink?" "Yes.." I said a little to quickly. He motioned for me to follow him into the kitchen. His house was nice. Like..really nice. What the hell does he do for a living? I know... why am I at a strangers house in the middle of the night instead of going home? Because I needed to get my mind off of Trey and what he could possibly be doin with some other bitch. How could I stay at home not knowing what hes doing? Leah tried to talk me into following him but what the fuck is the point? You think I wanna go and stalk him to another bitches house and then what?Just the mere thought of him with another woman made me want to be exactly where I am even more. I placed my purse on a nearby couch as we passed the living room and followed him into the kitchen. As he reached for the fridge I leaned against the counter and folded my arms. "So, wanna tell me whats on your mind?" He poured a concoction of pineapple juice, strawberry lemonade and coconut Ciroc....nigga this is gonna be delicious.  I grabbed the drink as he put the liquor back and pulled out a bottle of Hennessy for himself. "I...I'm sorry about last night." "What's there to be sorry about?" Once he was done he turned and faced me as he took a sip from his glass. "I dragged you out just to leave abruptly. I feel kind of guilty about it. You seem cool..I guess I just got worried about my boyfriend and panicked." "It's understanding.. you guys are goin through something right now anyway right? I can see why you would feel that way but.. my intent wasn't to do anything against your relationship........ I wanna get to know you." He paused for a minute looking me directly in the eyes and then taking a sip again without breaking eye contact. Fuck.. He's gonna be trouble. This was the same feeling I had last night. It was something about him. I don't know if it was the mystery about him? The mannerisms?..How he can be demanding yet gentle at the same time? I cleared my throat and brought my gaze back to him. "Well.. thanks for understanding...and trusting me in your house." I laughed off nervously. Who the fuck says that? I just need to drink more to loosen up..just not too much because- " Thanks for trusting me to come back around." See? What the fuck does that even mean. "Can I ask you something?" I asked while taking 3 large gulps. He saw me downing the drink and laughed a little. " Anything.." Who talks like this? Jesus. "What do you do for a living? This house is massive.. plus how you dressed yesterday and your car...makes people curious." He leaned his back against the counter and crossed his arms and smiled. This man was a fuckin GOD. From his body that displayed every single cocky muscle he had up under that tshirt... his height? At least 6'4. His tattoos that decorated his arms and part of his chest.. Just everything about him was enticing. "I um.. I have a lot of investments.. lets just say that." After that he took another sip and sat hi glass on the counter behind him. "So.. can I ask you some things too?" He asked while licking his lips. I need to leave. I need to fucking leave. If I stay..I honestly cant tell what I would do. " Sure.. you wanted to get to know me right?" I gave him a smirk while tilting my head a little. My god.. what the hell was I doing? This is only the first drink. Get your shit together. He smiled and laughed lowly. "Yeah.. so..what about you.. what exactly do you do?" "I'm actually all over the place. I'm a bar tender..and I also work for clothing company....and in between that I do part time customer service from home." He raised his eyebrows and nodded his head. "And is that because you need to..or you want to do all that work? You don't hear of too many people working 3 jobs." "Um.. kind of both. I mean I have some debt that I want to clear but honestly.. I bar tend because I love the environment. Talking to different people.. hearing them vent.. getting away from your own problems.. The customer service is mainly for side cash and the clothing company; I've been working there since I was a freshman in college.. it's just kind of hard to let go, you know?" "So you stay there because you feel obligated? Because of how long you worked there?" "..um.. yeah I guess you could say that..  I'm almost like the backbone of that place now.. and I cant leave them.. they're like my family." "...Is that how you feel about your relationship?" When he said that I was in the middle of sipping my drink so of course I choked a little on my drink. He really had no sort of filter and he was still standing there waiting on a reply. "Um.. where did that come from?" "..Well, I mean there's a lot of people who stay in situations just because they feel obligated. That type of thing can be applied to almost any aspect in a persons life. So..again I ask you..is that how you feel about your relationship?" At this point he had taken a couple steps toward me and taking a sip from his drink while still..waiting for my reply. Honestly.. I don't even know how to respond. He had some balls, I'll give him that. I didn't expect this conversation to turn so quickly but...I wasn't upset. Hell, I wasn't even offended. If anything... I was intrigued in what this man had in store for me. "....Um..Can I get another drink?" I laughed nervously and he smirked. Yeah.. you wanna take this to the living room so were not standing?" I nodded to prevent myself from saying anything else that wold make this even more awkward. He was bold...a little scary.. but, I liked it. And honestly.. this just made me even more attracted to this man. He grabbed the drinks as I followed him through this maze of a house to get to his living room. His house was FUCKING AMAZING. The living room was huge and even had a fireplace with a large tv mounted above it. A lot of investments, huh? We sat on the couch and he fixed me another drink. He handed me back my cup and faced me. I didn't even realize how close I was sitting next to him till he handed me my drink. So, the view of this man was even better than I expected. And fuck did he smell good. " You look... occupied. Are you okay?" Shit.. I was staring. " Um.. Yeah just trying to gather up the courage to answer your question." He nodded and placed his arm on the back of the couch while still slightly facing me. "If you don't feel comfortable talking to me about your relationship, you don't have to. I'd never want to make you do something you wouldn't want to do yourself.." There it was again. Like, who the hell speaks like this? He obviously wasn't talking about the question he asked me..but still, I wanted to be here. Everything he's doing and I still don't want to to bolt out of here like I did last night. Was it the drink? "Um..I actually don't know how to answer your question. When you fall in love with someone you automatically feel obligated to them.." "Obligated? No.. You want to be there for them. You're so in love with that person that you've meshed their life with yours and you cant picture life without them. Obligation is staying because you need to... not want to. You should always want that person.. no matter what...because in the end it's always them...always will be." What the? I caught myself at a loss of words. I took 4 more large gulps of the drink he gave me. "You smoke?" He asked interrupting my thoughts. "Uh.. yeah.. sure." He reached for this wooden cigar box that I was just now noticing on the table. When he opened i, it was a mix of cigars, blunts, joints, and other smoking accessories. Who the hell is this man? He grabbed a cigar that smelled of chocolate and brought it to his lips. JESUS. He's holding the cigar out the side of his mouth as he hands me a blunt and gold plate lighter. He didn't have one bic lighter in sight. The fact that i'm looking at that as a come up is ridiculous but still. "Um.. are you not smoking? I don't want a blunt to myself.." I laughed. Yes I did. I wanted that whole fuckin blunt in everything in that box to help me deal with the nervousness this man was making me feel. "We can share.. I'll give you some of this...while you give me some of that.. I don't mind." A grin came across his face. He was doing this on purpose. He had to be. I took a few more gulps. "Keep that up, I wont be able to let you leave." He took out a silver plated lighter and lit his cigar and let the grey smoke escape his lips. " I know my limits. I'm good." "Glad to know you know yours.." " Um, to get back at the question you asked me..I feel both. I feel like I need to be there. I need to stay invested in this relationship instead of jumping ship as soon as a bump comes in the road. Relationships aren't perfect." He nodded his head as I lit the blunt and took a deep inhale. "So explain the other half.." He took his thumb and scratched his chin slightly. "Huh?" "You said you feel both..you explained why you feel obligated.. why do you feel that its him.." He's not even trying to sugar coat anything. "Are you always this blunt?" I asked while setting my drink down on the coaster. I took another pull from the blunt and realized that the drink was beginning to effect me even more now. He laughed a little and finally brought his gaze back to mine. "The world wouldn't accept me any other way,now would they?" I gave him a small smile and handed the blunt over to him. He exhaled the smoke of the cigar again just before grabbing the blunt from my hand. Ad of course his  hand stayed wrapped around my hands for a moment before he pulled the blunt from my fingers. "Try this for me.." He handed the cigar to me and then pulled from the blunt. The way he french inhaled... I swear I could stare at this man all day. Trey who? I pulled from the cigar and released. Finally I was beginning to relax. He actually wasn't bad. As intimidating as this man can be.. I wouldn't mind keeping him around. Around for what? That... I haven't gotten to just yet. "I'm not really a cigar smoker but this is actually nice. Its not burning my throat or anything." "It's not supposed to. Throat is a precious thing ya know.. Wouldn't wanna harm that." He was just full of these little side comments. He grabbed a remote and music began to fill the room. Hm, didn't picture him as the vibey type but shit i'll take it. "So...got a answer for me yet?" Dammit. Just when I thought I was off the hook for this. "Uh..I cant answer that." I said with a slight smile. I could feel my eyes getting a little lower. He has the nerve to have good weed too? Something is off. How is he not taken? "Why not?" "...Because I don't know the answer to that side of the question." " So, basically you're with him because you don't wanna give up on your relationship." "Don't make it seem so negative." "I was simply going off the info you gave me. You gave me no other reason as to why you're with the man you're with." Sadly.. he was right. I mean.. I loved Trey.. but was that enough to stay? Especially when he's out doing whatever he's doing? "Maybe you're right." What the fuck am I saying? Mia DO NOT open up to this stranger about you relationship. At least not any further. "Hey, I can see ya gears going into over drive over there. We can talk about something you're more comfortable with if you need." Perfectly. He worded everything perfectly to where you knew exactly what he meant with every word he said. He was always careful with his words when he spoke. He said need.. not want. He knew I couldn't handle talking about this. Hm. " You told me before that people cant handle you..or they don't meet your standards... did you feel like you met that when you met me?" WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?? " Wait.. I'm sorry. Maybe I have had my limit." He chuckled a little and handed me my glass. He motioned for us to switch again. "I'm fine with it if you are. Don't hold back with me alright? I'm nothing to be afraid of..and to answer your question.. you've definitely surpassed a lot of my expectations.. it's something about you." "Something like what?" God Mia.. really? " I took a drag from the blunt a couple times before taking another sip from my drink. " Hm.. Well.. usually it's only something I can show you..rather than telling you. You ...kind of make me at a loss of words..and i'm not the type to not have something to say.' He put the cigar in the ash tray and took a sip from his drink. "How can you show me?" I sat my drink down and faced him a little more. Were we sitting this close the whole time? He smirked and sat the drink down and faced me completely. "...You sure?" "Well.. yeah." I smiled. Soon as I smiled I saw his expression change. His eyes ...his caramel eyes that I was just now noticing were low..and staring at my lips. He looked down and then scooted closer to me and looked back up at me again but this time his brows were furrowed...jaw clenched..and his gaze was at my neck. "Jason-" I said right before he placed one of his hands smoothly against my chest. Not my breast...He rand his hand up my chest and up the side of my neck.A part of me wanted to stop this.. It was wrong. But he had me froze..and honestly wanting to know exactly what he was going to do next. His eyes finally met mine and he pulled me to him. Right before our lips touched he stopped. "You sure you want me to show you?" He said lowly. I couldn't respond.. instead I bit my lip and he smirked. Next I felt the flavor of Hennessy and chocolate touch my lips as his hand lightly squeezed my neck and brought me closer. God, what was I doing and why couldn't I stop? He bit my lip lightly and then brought his hand down to my thighs. He squeezed them as he other hand traveled to my lower back. At this point lust had completely taken over me by now. No.. I didn't want to cheat on Trey.. again.. but with him out doing who knows what? The least I could do is NOT pass up on Jason.. not when he's waking my body up just by looking at me. At this point the kiss had turned into me being on my back on the couch and him placing kisses on my stomach with my shirt half way lifted. His hands roamed my body as if he was familiar with every nook and cranny that needed to be touched. I closed my eyes; letting myself fall deeper into this hole of lust that i'm sure I wont be able to get out of any time soon. I didn't even feel my pants unbuckle...I just felt them sliding down my legs. I felt him pause and I opened my eyes to see him drink in every curve that he saw. His eyes met mine again and hi lips met mine again for a second before he finally got my pants completely off and to the floor. Am I gonna regret this? Probably...... or not. I mean honestly, who would pass up on this? My thoughts were interrupted when I felt the kisses he was now placing on my pelvis. From there to my thighs.. to my inner thighs. I could feel his cool breath against my now wet thong. I felt his fingers play with the straps of my thong until he finally gave me one last look before pushing it to the side.  His tongue lightly danced around my clitoris and I couldn't help but let out a slight moan. I'm guessing that turned him on because he gripped my thigh and his tongue dove into me. My mouth? I couldn't even close it because of the pleasure that was surging through my body. He began circular motions with his tongue and I found my hands grabbing both sides of his head. God his tongue felt like nothing I ever had before. The I felt him let go of my thigh and I felt a finger slide inside of me as he spread my legs even wider. "Oh..Oh my-""..Contain yourself sweet heart. I'm not nearly done." He murmured in between kisses to my lips down there. He went back to sliding his fingers inside of me while  switching patterns of his tongue to vertical...horizontal..zig zag..It felt as if his tongue was basically vibrating all over me. He began to switch speeds. His finger turned into two and his tongue was pressed even harder against my clitoris. "Fuuuucck." I didn't mean for that to escape my mouth but he had complete control of me at this point. Then he sent me over board. I felt his thumb occasionally rubbing up against my ass as he kept up the other motions and before I know it; my back lifted off of the couch and he followed suit. He lifted my waist against his face as I let all my juices flow into his hot mouth. I could feel my legs shaking but his strong arms were wrapped around my thighs and his tongue was still fucking going. After my orgasm and him lightly playing with my sensitive clitoris..he finally let me down and wiped his beard. "So... that... that was you showing me?" I said breathlessly. "Absolutely not." Confused I saw him stand up and take off his shirt. He. Is. So. FINE. Literally everything about him was fucking perfect. He took a condom out his shorts pocket and slid his shorts down. Well... I was right about him not having any underwear but ...i'm not surprised. I wouldn't wanna coop that perfectly shaped dick between his legs either. He saw me staring and smirked as he slid the condom on. "So you knew you were going to get to this point with me when I text you? He leaned down over me just inches from my face. "I told you I get what I want don't I?" Without breaking his gaze I felt him enter himself inside of me. I couldn't  contain myself. I moaned so loud...but he covered my mouth with his. He tasted so good. His strokes were slow..long and deep. He literally filled me up. Every stroke I felt ALL of him every single time. His left hand was on my lower back pressing me more against him and his right hand was gripping my hair. He brought his face up from my neck and looked at me while slowing down even more. At this point I swear I could feel him throbbing inside me. "I wanna see all of you." He whispered right before his mouth met mine again. I immediately began taking off my shirt and struggling to unhook my bra. "Hey..hey... I got that. Just lay back." I laid back and his left hand went from my lower back up to my bra. I swear he unhooked it instantly as the straps fell loosely at my shoulders. He pulled it off of me and lifted up to throw the bra to the side and then take in the view of me in front of him. TH=hen he lifted my wait again with his hands firmly gripping both my hips. He was still going at a super slow pace which was beginning to become a tease. And as if he read my mind..he bit his lip and slammed into me. Then he drew back and slammed himself into me again. Just when I thought he was hitting my spots before..he was hitting a whole new spot I never knew existed. "Shhhhh.." He said as he drew back again and again ; slamming into me. " Think I can go my normal pace now?" He said between strokes. Shit could I handle his normal pace? Without even thinking I nodded my head. Instantly he he bit his lip while looking down at him sliding in and out of me. His shaft sliding back and forth against my lips was making this the most intoxicating encounter...until he sped up. God.. I've never felt myself get to this point. He felt AMAZING. My screams at this pint was echoing through out the house. Him slamming into me had me dripping all over his couch and I could feel myself coming to another climax. And as if he could read minds...he slowed down. "Not yet baby.. I feel you squeezin for me....im not done with you yet." WHAT? He slowly slid out of me and turned me over. "Shit.." I heard him mumble right before sliding into me again. "Shit..you feel so fuckin good." Why did I say that. MIA GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. I don't need him getting cocky about this. I love it.  Don't get me wrong... But, I didn't want him to know just how wrapped around his finger he had me right now. He slid in and out at a moderate speed and I could feel myself getting close again. I wanted to hold back.. I did. But he was making this impossible. I felt his pace pick up and could feel his grip my ass. "Like my presentation so far?" Is he really talking shit? "Wha-what?" He snickered and sped up more...and slid into me harder. At this point.. the neighbors probably heard me. He had a grip on my neck and his balls slapping up against my clitoris was enough to send me into ecstasy. "You ready?" "Ready for-" He went even harder. How the fuck? Minutes passed..many..many minutes passed. Every time I felt I was about to come he would slow down and tease me. " Jason.. stop fuckin teasing me." How that even escaped my mouth?...no clue. But I didn't regret it. He brought one hand around the front and rubbed my clit as he continued to fuck me. " As you wish..." He said deeply. His pumps went deeper. I felt myself almost pulling away but he pulled me back. "No runnin.." Fuck, He had me. After a few moments of pure cloud 9..I could feel him swelling inside me. His breath began to get more spotty and ...was that a grunt? He went faster and deeper and my moans were suffocated into the coach until I finally felt him spread my ass.He kept pumping and I felt my body building up. "Come... come all over this dick.." He whispered. Fuck ..what is even happening to me? My body jolted. I couldn't stop shaking and he went even harder than before until I felt him slide out . He pulled out of me and I guess pulled the condom off too...as I felt the warm liquid drip from my ass to my pussy. I laid there on the catch trying to catch my breath and take in what the fuck just happened. " Wait here.. Ill grab a warm towel....then maybe..I can show you....again." I felt him lean down and kiss the back of my neck before getting up and leaving the room. I knew he was trouble but... I cant let this stop here. Shit, what the hell did I get myself into?