Tough Love

8. N

Aya Weathers

"I can't keep doing this with you Chris. It's not right." I told him as we lied together in his bed after having sex for the 3rd time this week. I don't know what type of spirit has gotten into me, but it's fucking me up.

"What's not right about it?" Chris mumbled against my skin as he trailed faint, subtle kisses up my spine, causing the skin it came into contact with to tingle.

"Everything. You have a girlfriend and although I'm not the best of friends with her, she doesn't deserve this shit. I'm wrong as hell for just doing it right under her nose too." I sighed heavily.

"You worry too much. You don't owe her no type of loyalty. Do what you want to do. And if what you want to do is me," He pushed my hair to the side and continued his trail on my neck. " Then so be it."

"I know, it's just," I exhale deeply before rolling over to lay on my back. "What about you? You're doing her dirty as hell and I don't want to be a part of it." I frowned upon him as he kept his lips attached to the nape of my neck.

"I don't like her, Aya. If I want you, then I'mma have you. Simple." He claimed some sort of ownership over me as he cupped one of my erected breasts in his hand.

"Um, no nigga. You can't have me just cause you said you can. This ain't no spoken agreement. All I did was let you hit a few times, that don't mean you can 'have' me." I shut his ego down.

"Can't you see? You always say this, but then where do you end up afterwards? Back broke, legs wide, and hickeys on your neck. So until you actually say you don't want me stick with it, you're mine." He sunk his teeth into my bottom lip before bringing his mouth completely to mine and sharing the privilege of a passionate kiss with me.

"That's where you've got it all wrong. I don't want you, Christopher. I want satisfaction. You may give that to me, but don't always think that I have to get it from you and only from you." His kisses immediately ceased.

"So you been fucking another nigga?" He asked me in a much more serious tone.

"And if I am? What you finna do about it?" I tested his patience. I don't care what we got going on, nobody is finna keep me from doing what I want, get out your feelings hoe.

"Oh, I'mma show you what I'm gone do." He removed himself from in between my legs and grabbed them, flipping me over on my stomach. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled the lower half of my body upwards, leaving me in an uncomfortable arch. He pushed my back even lower, pressing my face completely on the mattress.

I felt him position himself at my center, sliding the tip across my slit. Once he put it in, he took it right back out. No, we're not doing this shit today. I reached back to push him into me myself, but the way I was positioned, along with the length of my arms, wouldn't allow me to.

"Bitch, stop playing." I cursed at him in a grim tone. His hand collided roughly with my ass, causing me to jump. That shit low-key hurt.

He slid into me halfway and started rocking himself back and forth. He went slightly deeper with every stroke, but he was moving painfully slow.

"You want me to go faster, baby?" Chris asked, still moving at his steady pace. I nodded like a helpless child, waiting for him to alleviate my need.