Jaded 2: Broken Love Series (12 page)

“I came in the room thinking you were in there sleep or waiting to cuddle with me. What you doing down here?” he says, staring down on me. He places his hands on my head and tilts my head to meet his eyes.

“Eating some more of that ham.” He shakes his head at me.

“Little girl, I think you ate a whole ham at dinner. I would have thought you would have had enough.” My mouth drops; he’s been in such a sour mood. I didn’t think he noticed how much ham I’d eaten at dinner.

“What, you the ham police? Or you don’t like pork?” I raise my eyebrow.

“Hell naw. Apparently the pig doesn’t stand a chance around either of us. I eat him from the rooter to the tooter,” he says as he laughs and grab my hand, leading me to his bedroom. “Come on. I’m ready to spoon.”

Once we are finally tucked in the bed, I turn and put my head on his chest. I begin to draw circles and figure eights in his splattering of thin, fine chest hair. I really want to go a little lower, but I know there are people everywhere. Besides, Troy is still really distracted. I can feel how tense his body is under mine.

“What’s wrong?” I say, looking up into his chocolate eyes. He exhales, kisses the top of my head, and pulls me closer to him.

“I’m just worried about Jason.” I start to draw figure eights on his chest again.

“Why? Don’t you trust Jason to know what’s good for him?” He pauses, and I can tell he’s battling with whether or not he should reveal more to me. How is it that his little brother felt comfortable consulting with me and Troy doesn’t? He takes another deep breath.

“I’ve been knowing Mila for a while,” he began. I was so surprised; he started talking, and I sat up so I could look at him. “She’s older than Jay. My age. She was the party girl. At every party, every event, just always on the scene. She was hungry to get into the business by any means necessary.” I raise an eyebrow.
Is he about to tell me he slept with his brother’s girl?

“Quit looking at me like that, little girl. I didn’t have sex with Mila, but my partner did…Reggie did. He used her thirst to his advantage. She was a beautiful, lost girl that didn’t have anyone. Reggie preyed on that.” He cleared his throat. “Our uncle did too. He had sex with her as well.”
Aw man that’s bad
. I know my eyes became large circles. I wonder how Jason got with her. He paused for a moment.

“Man, when Reggie and I were younger, we did all types of wild shit. My uncle indulged in our success. He didn’t stay much of a role model to me at that point of my life. Most times, Mila was right there with us. We were young and rich. Didn’t know what to do with our money yet.” He paused, then shifted. “Well, Reggie started really partying. Since Mila was with him, she started doing what he did.” He cleared his throat again, seemingly uncomfortable with this conversation. “So Reggie smoked weed, Mila smoked weed. Reggie started popping pills, Mila started popping pills. Reggie started using coke, Mila started using coke. Reggie eventually got clean about a year or so ago. Mila continued on the pills and the coke. When that happened, Reggie quit messing with her. She stayed the party girl, got into other things too, and still is as far as I know. I hadn’t seen her around in a minute, but last I heard she was still heavy into coke.”

“How’d she and Jason end up together?” I ask. He takes another deep breath and spreads his nose. “When I started letting him learn about the club. When he turned 21 at the beginning of last year. They haven’t been together too long. When he first started talking about this girl named Mila, I thought
naw, can’t be the same Mila
. Until I came by the club one night, and there she was in his lap.”

He closes his eyes. “I told Jason to stay away from her. I told him what she was into. Told him about her being with Reggie, our uncle, and other people. I even told him about what she told her girl about wanting a baby, by any means necessary. He just had to test the waters. He swears she’s been clean since she found out she’s pregnant. Swears she’s a different person. Jason thinks he’s about that life, but he’s spoiled and sheltered. He doesn’t like the smart girls that go to school with him. No, he’s always up in the clubs chasing girls like Mila–beautiful liars.”

So that’s where his aversion to Mila came from. He thinks she’s a bad influence on his little brother. I can understand his point of view. Lord knows he has every right to worry. This woman is way too advanced for Jason. Then she’d had a sexual relationship with his ex-best friend as well as his and Jason’s blood uncle. I’m sure that fact alone could be a tough pill to swallow.

However, I was with Shane and I was never interested in using cocaine. I’d smoked weed with him a couple of times, but I never wanted to experiment with other drugs. I do understand Jason is exposed to a different environment than me. Troy’s involved in the entertainment industry. I’m sure drugs ran rampant in his circle as well as Jason’s; the circle of blacks in entertainment is small. I’m sure a lot of people have dated and slept with the same people. Nevertheless, he needs to trust his brother because if he wants to take drugs, he’ll do with or without Mila.

“Troy, you have to let Jason make his own decisions. It seems he’s already making them anyway. He’s still with Mila, despite your protest. It doesn’t seem like he’s going to leave her alone, so you have to trust him and let him do the right thing in regards to his daughter and her mother.”

Troy dragged his hand down his face. “I know but L’oriel, that’s my little brother. I feed him, cloth him, I changed his diapers. I don’t know how to step back. I always looked out for him. It’s all I know.”

I forget Jason is more like Troy’s son than little brother. This is like a father watching his son being swept away in the siren call of a beautiful woman. I don’t know much about men, but I can imagine the allure of a beautiful evil woman can cause havoc. When I look at him, he’s still staring off into space, wrapped up in his own thoughts again. I raise up on my knees and straddle his waist.

“Everything’s going to work out, Troy. I believe you’ve given Jason enough wisdom. You have to trust what you’ve given him. So he can trust himself. He may surprise you if you ease up on him a little.” I bend down and place what I think is a chaste kiss his lips. However, Troy catches me by the back of my head and holds me there for a more intense kiss. I’m unable to finish my thoughts because my hormones have taken over.

I try not to move around, but I feel his erection stirring. However, I’ve been so horny lately that it’s taking all my strength not to.

Troy has awakened my sex drive. I’ve never shown interest in sex. I could take it or leave it. However, I wanted it all the time with Troy.

Even though I didn’t, move my body and vagina didn’t get the memo. They seemed to have a mind of their own. My vagina was throbbing, and my panties were soaked. Troy’s eyes were filled with so much desire I was unsure if he heard what I said. It seemed I lost him as soon as I straddled him. I was too turned on to ask. I guess he’s been horny too. He said he hadn’t had sex with anyone during our break up, so I can imagine he was feeling like me. I went to move off of him and he grabbed my hips. He sat up in the sitting positon. We sat nose to nose for a moment, then he brought his lips to back to mine.

We teased, gave, and received each other tongues. Troy’s lips are so soft and moist. His mouth always met mine with just the right amount of intensity. His kisses weren’t sloppy or rushed. They were measured, sensual, and stimulating. My hips begin to sway, and the throbbing between my legs increase as my heart rate speeds up. Troy reaches between us and pulls my panties to the side, and offers me relief from dry humping. He massages my pearl with his deft fingers.

“Fuck…baby. You so wet. You dripping down here,” he says into my ear, his tongue making its way to my neck. When his skillful tongue makes contact with the flesh above my collar bone, he starts making circles. When he inserts his finger into my dripping cavern, the spot he’s discovered on my neck and his finger in my sweet spot cause me to shutter. I pick up the rhythm of my hips. Troy then adds a second finger. I greedily begin to ride his digits and welcome their intrusion. My hips have a mind of their own. I’ve never been on top during any type of sexual act, but my body seems to know what to do. I’m moving in time with Troy’s fingers as he slides them in and out of me. His fingers were curved and hitting a sensitive spot inside my walls. I clinch his fingers and try to keep them where they are.

He reaches over into the nightstand and pulls out a strip of condoms. He tears one off with his teeth as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of me. My heart felt as if it was going to beat out of my chest. My breath was caught in my throat. I could feel the most intense orgasm building. I placed my hands on his shoulders and bucked my hips with wild abandon. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling as I was getting lightheaded. Troy whispered in my ear.

“Breathe. Baby, you’re going to pass out. Breathe.” Once I took a breath, I couldn’t stop the moans or the fluids that soaked Troy’s basketball shorts and hand. He didn’t seem to mind because before I could recover, he was ripping my panties from my body. He’d freed himself, kicked his shorts down his legs, and placed a condom over his cemented rod in such rapid succession it seemed it was done on fast forward. He lifted me up, and I slowly lowered myself down.

I had to breathe as I made my way down. Troy’s rod was something serious. I could ride his fingers without a problem, but I was a little unsure of how I was going to deal with his monster of a cock.

“I got you, baby,” he said, seemingly reading my mind. He put his hand between us again and began to circle his fingers around my pearl. He bent his head and placed my hardened nipple into his mouth. Troy suckling my breast through my gown and playing with my sensitive nub definitely increased my juices, and I was able to slide down a few more inches. He continued until I was able to accept him fully.

Once I was finally full of Troy, there was some discomfort. However, the pleasure in the fullness of him took over, and my insides molded to his girth. It was like my body was made for him. My hips took over again. Troy gripped my hips. “Baby, you gotta be still for a minute. Shit. You’re about to turn me into a damn preemie.” I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew I couldn’t keep still.

“Babe, you feel too good,” I moaned. I circled my hips and shocked myself at the amount of pleasure that brought me, but before I could attempt it again, I was on my back and my gown was ripped from my body. Troy had hooked my leg around his waist and attacking my mouth. He stilled as his penis spasmed inside of me.

“What are you doing to me, L’oriel?” he said as he pulled my ear into his mouth.

Sitting up on his knees, he pulled out of me and ripped the sodden condom from his still rock hard cock, and tossed it on the floor. My pussy throbbed, seemingly calling for his dick to return home. He sheathed himself with another condom, returned, and slowly began to rock into me. My pussy and I sighed with relief, happy for his return home.

It didn’t take long for me to match his rhythm. Our bodies moved at a perfectly synchronized pace. I could feel another tide of pleasure taking over, our rhythmic lovemaking forgotten as I bucked my pelvis into his, and sang his praises as he brought me to another mind-blowing orgasm. He pulled out of me and flipped me on my stomach.

“Get on your knees baby,” he ordered. I hesitated for a moment, then shuffled on my knees. He placed his hand on my lower back. “Toot that ass up.” I pressed my heavy breast into the mattress and arched my back. I was a little puzzled by his request. I saw this position as a position of debasement. It was what Shane used it for. I didn’t see this as a positon of love. Before any feelings of disappointment could take over, Troy was filling me; he pulled my body towards his and we moved in tandem as his hands rubbed my breast. One hand then traveled down my stomach to my pliant lips. I gasped when his fingers found my gelled sensitive bundle of nerves. Troy showed me that this position wasn’t meant for humiliation. No. This position was for optimal pleasure and submitting to your partners’ pleasure as well.

“Ah. Troy. Baby. I can’t.” I couldn’t find complete sentences to put together; my senses were in over drive. Troy’s slick tongue was on my neck, then my ear, shoulder. His hand roamed over my breast tweaking and pinching, causing my body to shake. I closed my eyes as fireworks exploded behind my lids. I’d never experienced anything so euphoric.

I laid there unable to move my legs; they were like jelly. The only part of my outer extremities that was able to move were my eyelids. They were moving in rapid succession as I tried to figure out what just happened. A warm towel between my legs brought me out of my trance. Troy smirked at my shocked expression. What in the hell did he do to me? I’d never experienced anything like that. I never knew anything like that was possible.

When he walked back in the room, I eyed him suspiciously.

“What’s up, little girl?” He laughed as he got in the bed after exiting the bathroom.

“What did you do to me?” He smiled and turned towards me.

“I gave you what we both wanted and needed. I told you to breathe. Besides, after I had that premature release, I had to tear that ass up and redeem myself,” he laughed. I smacked him in his chest. Troy grabbed my hand and kissed my fingers. His eyes turned with a look of apprehension.

“You excited about going away with me tomorrow?” he asked. His eyes searching mine.

“Yes. I’ve never been on a plane.” He smiled again with relief.