Jay didn't come from a place filled with happily ever afters. He was a black kid growing up in Harlem. Like most boys in his neighborhood Jay was drawn into the gangster life. The money and bitches just appealed to him.
But, when he gets into some...
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"Shit" I groaned rubbing my face as I finished up the test. Crossing it off my checklist I looked at the many things I still had left.
Homework sucked ass. Ever since I could remember I hated doing it but, it was necessary. Though as I looked at the business books laid across my bed it didn't feel that way. This was my second year and it still hasn't gotten any easier.
"You okay?" someone asked from my doorway. Turning my head I saw Jay walk in. He had a pair of gym shorts on, a wife beater and socks with slides. He looked like a person truly from New York.
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"I'm fine, just annoyed. Sometimes I really hate college" I sighed looking at him.
"Hmm need a break?" he offered sitting behind, me on my bed. He rubbed my shoulders before taking his hand and pulling my hair out of its bun.
"I don't have time to play with you. I have a paper that I need to finish writing" I spoke glancing at him.
"You seemed to want to play last night" he whispered kissing my neck. I smirked when the events from last night flashed back in my head.
"Did you and your hand enjoy yourself? I couldn't help but, notice your little problem when I left" I chuckled.
"My problem was anything but, little" he spoke gripping my chin and turning my head so, I was looking him directly in the face. He was smiling and it had a serious effect on me.
"Um I have to finish.." I said trailing off.
"I think it's time for a little break" Jaysean breathed before leaning in and kissing me. I reciprocated placing a hand on his shoulder as he took control of my mouth.
"Jay-" I started pulling away from him.
"Nah, you is not about to pull that shit again" he said and I felt my dick rise as I heard his thick Harlem accent.
"I just wanted to clean off the bed" I hummed.
"Okay" he replied getting up. I followed after him and the began moving all my books and my laptop to my desk. I could of sat there and did my work but, I wanted to be comfortable.
"Come here" he called from the bed.
"No, I think I'm good" I said before jetting out the room. I ran down the steps as I heard him behind me. Then I was tackled onto the sofa.
"You play to much" Jay breathed heavily holding my hands over my head as he hovered over me.
"What the hell! Were in football or something? Your run really fast" I commented looking up at him.
"I've had to outrun cops. Good practice" he sighed getting up and sitting beside me.
"Hmm, sounds rough" I murmured.
"I never got caught, though I did fuck my leg up once jumping over a fence" he told me.
"Your mom, do you think she'd care if she found out you mess around with guys?" I asked curious.
"I don't know. She can be really strict but, I know that's only because of what happened to my dad. My sister and I are all she has left. It probably wouldn't matter to her" he shrugged laying back.
"And if it did?" I questioned.
"If it did, I don't know. It'll be her damn problem not mine. Now stop asking so many questions and come here " he replied.
"I think I'm good" I chuckled but, then he grabbed my hand. Shaking my head I climbed onto his lap and straddled his waist.
"I'm done playing" he whispered placing his hands on my sides. I bit my lip, watching him just stare at me until I couldn't take it anymore.
This time I made the first move leaning in. He claimed dominance immediately, gripping my hips as he took my mouth prisoner. Soon we were working to remove each other's shirts which were discarded onto the floor.
"God" I moaned as he left open mouthed kisses on my neck all while pulling my hair. The pain mixed with pleasure was something I've always craved.
Slowly I rolled my hips trying to get some friction between us. I could feel his dick rise and dig into my ass which only caused my sexual desire to increase. Things began to heat up really quick after that and unfortunately I had to stop.
"Jay we can't fuck on my mom's couch" I gasped as he cupped my ass.
"I'm not stopping" he told me.
"Well I am" I responded and as much as it killed me I got up off of him and picked my shirt off the floor.
"This is some bullshit!" he groaned.
"Calm down. Why fuck on a couch when we both have very comfortable beds upstairs. Plus the doors have locks" I said backing up toward the staircase smiling.
"That's what's up" he mumbled coming my way.
"It isn't the only thing" I scoffed glancing to his dick print.
"You gonna like it" Jaysean replied smirking.
"We'll see" I hummed turning to walk up the steps.
"We will. Now get upstairs" he told me slapping my ass. The action was unexpected and caused me to almost fall.
"You know these steps could quickly turn into a murder scene" I grumbled.
"Hmm seems like I may need to settle that attitude" he commented.
"Unlikely " I scoffed.
"I'm going to enjoy trying" he whispered into my ear setting my face a flame.
It kind of made me nervous how much effect he has made on my body in a short amount of time. I took it as a warning. For now he was going to just be a distraction. I couldn't afford anything else because then I'd be in serious shit.
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Yes I know this chapter took forever but, I'm working and it's hard to get free time. Soon I'll be releasing the day of the week for your guys scheduled updates on a regular. So what do think of this chapter? It was kind of a filler but, next is some bump and grind, maybe? Also Leo experiences some jealously.
