You strutted over to Kris, Rajon's teammate. Even with your back turned, you could still feel Rajon's eyes on you. After an arguement you had just finished with Rajon, you were ready to make him jealous. You moved Kris' hands and sat on his lap. "You smell so good" you said, taking in Kris' cologne. He smirked. "What are you doing all this for?" You run your hands through his wavy locks, which he just loves. "Just trying to make Rajon jealous." Kris rubs your thigh.
He never had a problem expressing his feelings for you.
"Well I know this is just driving him crazy, huh?" You giggled. "Mhm." A sudden jolt, pulled you off of his lap. Before you knew it, Rajon is pulling you to the car. "Rajon let go!" You felt his strength in your sore wrist. He dragged you all the way out to the car. You finally jerked away from him. "Get in the fucking car" he muttered. You got in, securing your seat belt. Rajon put the car in drive. The ride back home was silent. Rajon was never this quiet. You played with the fabric of you pants.
...
Just as Rajon pulled into the driveway, you got out. Right now he was pissed, so it was best if you let him cool down. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" You stopped in the hallway. "Away from you, so you can cool down." "You're just going to fall all over my teammate and expect me to be calm?" You turned to leave, but he pulled you back. "Rajon, just cool down-" "Shut up-" "Rajon, I'm serious, let me go-" "I told you to shut up!" You back away from him and go into your bedroom. You would make sure now to be careful when you wanted to make him jealous. Rajon catches the door of the bedroom, before you can slam it. Rajon comes into the room, taking your all you clothes off in seconds. He pulled your underwear off roughly, almost snapping the straps. You want to protest, but his other hand find your wet core and you moan into his touch.
“That's it, Ricketa. Moan for me,” he says and you do as he wishes. He whispers more dirty words into your ear, making you wet under his touch. You whimpered slightly as he dug two fingers into you. He didn't move then, which made you thrust your hips to him. “Rajon, please...” you whisper hoarsely. He cocks up one eyebrow. “What Ricketa? What do you want me to do?” He began to unzip his pants and pull them down. "Fuck me hard, Rajon.." He takes his member in his hands, giving it subtle pumps. His eyes wandered up and down your body. A cocky smile plays at the corner of his mouth. He slams into you, making the bed creak and rock. You arch your back and let out a loud scream. He continues pumping in and out of you. Each time harder and deeper. “Oh, god...” you pant in between thrusts while you feel your walls tighten. "No more trying to make me jealous. Right?" You nod your head feverishly, unable to pronounce words at the moment. Once you came, Rajon pulled out and put his member next to your mouth.
He groaned as he felt your warm mouth massaging him. You forced yourself to breath through your nose. Rajon fisted your hair. You winced, his knuckles grinding against your scalp. His stomach muscles clenched and you pulled him out, jerking him off. "Ahh shit Ricketa...oh fuck." He released himself into your hand. His chest rose and fell heavily. Rajon laid next to you, giving you a quick peck on the lips.
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