When You Know It's Real: Siah and Nonie (3 page)

Covering her mouth with mine, I dipped my tongue inside and let our tongues have a battle of their own while I pressed my pelvis against hers, moving deeper inside her. I made sure to pull back after every few inches to give her a minute to adjust. When I couldn't take it anymore, I delivered one long stroke that hit bottom.

Her eyes shut tight, she bit down on my lip, and her nails pierced my skin. I felt her body tremble beneath mine, but only for a minute, before she was ready for me. With every stroke I delivered, she thrust her hips back toward me, matching my movement and gripping me from inside so tight that it was my turn to plead my case.

“Fuck, Pretty, why you rushing? Slow your ass down.”

With a lazy smile, she lifted her head and sucked my bottom lip again. I felt her legs spread a little wider, signaling that she wanted more, so my strokes got deeper and stronger until we were both done for. Grinding her hips against mine while maintaining her internal vice grip, she was working overtime, and I was right there with her.

I could feel my nut moving through me at a fast pace. I looked down at Pretty, who was in her own world. Her eyes were shut tight, with a slight grin on her face as I stroked her insides just like she liked it.

“Cum with me, Pretty. You ready?”

With a slight nod, she thrust her hips against mine, sending me deeper into her goodness, and after a few more strokes that hit her spot just right, we both entered that blissful state. I collapsed on top of her, sliding just off the side of her body so my weight wouldn't crush her. Breathing like I had just run a damn marathon, it took what felt like another five minutes for my man to stop pulsing inside her.

“Siah, get up
,
you’re heavy.” Nonie's voice brought me back to reality as her hands shoved my shoulder.

“Damn, it's like that, Pretty?” I kissed her forehead as I slowly pulled out of her until I was on my back, with my hands resting on my chest.

“Just like that. And I have to go anyway,” she said with a slight grin.

After she sat up and scooted to the side of the bed, she stayed there, which made me laugh.

“Why you stop? You rushing me and shit, but your ass can't even walk yet.”

“Shut up, asshole, yes I can.” Nonie grabbed a pillow from behind her and hit me with it, but I noticed she still didn't move. When she finally did, it was slow and careful. I was truly blessed, but let her tell it, it was more like a curse.

Once Nonie and I got comfortable sexually, she admitted that she could still feel me inside of her for hours after we had sex. The way she said it wasn't necessarily a good thing, so I learned how to please her in a way that did more good than harm. With most women, I was selfish and it was all about me, so I fucked them for my own pleasure. With Nonie, I needed her to enjoy it just as much as I did. Tearing up her insides wasn't accomplishing a damn thing for either of us.

Needless to say, I mastered the art of pleasing her and she had no complaints. She could still feel me for hours afterwards. That wasn't gon’ change because I couldn't change what God himself had blessed me with, but at least now it was on some good shit and she wasn't cursing my existence.

I stepped out the shower, wrapped a towel around my body, and instantly got heated when I heard Jock on the phone. His voice was low, so I knew he was trying to make sure I didn't hear him, which meant that he was talking to one of his bitches that he claimed he didn't have.

It was funny to me how he didn't have anybody, but was always with somebody. Jock swore he was all about his money and not worried about any females, but yet and still, everywhere I went, I was face to face with some trick claiming his trifling ass. Problem was, I couldn't address it because he wasn't mine, well not in a way that I could check the women in his life.

That, however, was the main reason why I wasn't messing with him on any serious type shit. Jock was a hoe, and I didn't have time for that. So aside from a few sessions a month, I was sticking with my man. Yeah, I wasn't shit for stepping out on Red, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Red was my baby, but Jock was my passion. If I could combine the two, I’d have the perfect man. Red was loyal and committed. He took care of me and treated me like a queen, but he didn't have that edge to him, that dark side like Jock had. But Jock couldn’t find a clue on how to be faithful if that shit dropped out the sky and fell right in his lap.

His sex game was amazing and he would do anything for me, but I couldn't go there with Jock because he would have me doing a bid for trying to kill his unfaithful ass. For now, I was that hoe. Yep, just call me that cheating on my good man with a guy who was no good for me type of hoe. Oh well, no shame, I was gon’ do me, and that's just how it was.

When I entered my room, Jock’s eyes were on me and I frowned at him, which made him chuckle.

“Hold up, Siah.” Just that quick, Jock had flipped the switch and was grilling me hard as hell. “The fuck you frowning at me for, shorty?”

I ignored him and walked into my closet. I was glad it was just Siah on the phone, but I wasn't about to let him know that.

“Yo, I’m back. Kizzie gon’ fuck around and make me jack her ass up, walking around in here like she run shit.”

I stuck my head out my closet. “Nigga, I do run shit. This is my house, so you can get the fuck out.”

“Yo, Siah, I’m heading out in a minute. Let me deal with her crazy ass. I’ll meet you at your crib.”

I shook my head, knowing that Jock was about to come start some shit with me, and sure enough, I felt his presence behind me. His hand went around my neck and then to my chin, tilting my head back enough for his lips to connect to mine. His kisses were like poison. They took over and controlled my body, but I loved it.

“What's your problem this morning, Kiz? You always swear I’m up to something. I bet your hating ass thought I was on the phone with a bitch, didn't you?” Jock wore a grin as his hands moved under my towel.

“I don't care who you talk to, Jock. My man’s name is Red, not Jahari.” I used his government name just to annoy him.

“Man, call me that shit again and Imma fuck you up for that shit, Kizzie. And if Red is your man, then why the fuck were you screaming my name this morning, ma? Explain that shit, shorty.” Jock had a cocky ass grin on his face before he leaned down enough to suck on my neck, causing a reminder of our morning activities to sweep through my thoughts.

“Didn't you just tell Siah you were leaving, Jock?”

I pushed him away and tried to step around him, but he grabbed my waist and tugged my body until it was against his again.

“Why you stressing my moves, Kizzie? That nigga can wait, and he will. So don't play me like that.”

“Jock, gone. I have to get dressed so that I can meet Red. I’m already late.”

He laughed arrogantly. “Yeah, aight, go meet your fuck boy and try to keep a straight face while you still feeling the effects of my dick inside you.” Jock kissed me on the forehead and then walked out the closet.

I inhaled and grabbed a pair of jeans and a button up polo shirt. When I entered my room again, Jock had his back to me at my dresser putting his watch on. When he was done, he filled his pockets with his keys and phone before he lifted a thick fold of money and turned to face me.

“You good, baby girl? You need anything?”

“I don't need your money, Jock.”

“Kill the fucking attitude, Kiz. I know you do your thing and don't need shit from me, but I’m still gon’ offer and make sure you’re good. Now does your stubborn ass need anything?”

“I’m good, Jock, but thank you.”

I smiled at his hard ass always trying to check me, but then do soft ass shit when it came to looking out for me. We had a brief stare down before he pulled off a few bills, shoved them in his pocket, and then placed the rest on my dresser. He pressed his index finger on it briefly and then pointed at me.

“You keep a nigga’s pressure high as fuck, yo.” Jock walked to me but didn't pass by until he delivered one last kiss. “I'll hit you later. Tell your fuck boy I said what's up.”

I didn't even dignify his statement with a reply as he left my room. I finished dressing and then hit Red with a text to let him know I was on my way. I was meeting him for breakfast since he had been out of town for a few days to handle some business, which was part of the reason why I had been kicking it with Jock so strong. But I missed Red, and couldn't wait to see him. I knew it was foul, but all in all, I was torn between the two.

I pulled up at the restaurant and parked next to my baby’s whip. After checking myself in my mirror, I grabbed my purse and hopped out, excited to see my man. The second I entered I saw him in the booth looking like a muthafucking vanilla dream, and I couldn't hide my smile. Red was such a cutie. Red was my little light bright with vanilla skin and light brown eyes. He had sandy brown hair, which he wore in locks that hung around his shoulders, but right now they were loose and held in place with the polo hat he wore on his head.

When he looked up and saw me, he got on his feet and waiting for me with his arms open. I fell into him and he closed his arms around me. Damn, he smelled good, and it felt like heaven being in his arms again. I didn’t understand how I could be so gone over two men. Red and Jock were nothing alike, but I was in deep with both of them, and I hated it.

“Damn, Kiz, I missed your pretty ass. You look good, baby girl,” Red said as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and then kissed it.

“Thank you, baby. I missed you more, though.”

After Red let me go, I slid into the booth and he did the same across from me. His eyes stayed on mine while his face turned into a slight grin.

“So you missed me, huh? Then why weren't you in my bed when I got in last night, Kiz?”

I felt my heart sink, even though I knew he didn’t mean anything by it. I couldn’t help but think about what I was doing last night. Hell, and this morning.

“You know I had an event last night. It was late when I left, so I just went home and crashed.”

“I feel you, baby girl, but you with me tonight, right?” Red reached across the table and covered my hand with his, letting his thumb move across my skin.

I felt my stomach flutter just from the way he touched me, and how those pretty eyes of his stared at me.

“Of course. I need to welcome my man home the right way,” I said with a grin, and felt my kitty pulse a little.

“That’s what's up, Kiz. I got something for you too.”

“Something like what, Red?” My face lit up.

Red was always copping something for me. Jewelry, purses, clothes, he made sure to keep me laced. I loved that, but with or without it, he was still my boo. I just loved everything about him.

“You’ll see later, shorty.” He winked at me just as the waitress walked up.

“Hey, Red, are you ready to order?” The crusty looking hoe made sure her eyes were on me when she said his name.

I wasn't really fazed by it because everybody knew who Red was, but that didn't mean they knew him. One thing I was sure of was that he wasn't creeping with her dusty, bean pole ass. Not when he had all this fine thickness over here. Red liked his women thick enough to grab onto, ’cause he delivered long powerful strokes and he’d break her little ass.

Just like I thought, he ignored her and looked at me. “You know what you want, bae?”

“You can order for me,” I said, and looked right at the disrespectful hoe who was undressing my man with her eyes.

He chuckled, knowing I was being petty, but took over.

“I’ll take two stacks, bacon and OJ, no eggs, make sure they don't put eggs on my damn plate. Bring her chocolate chip waffles, OJ, and a latte.”

I smiled as my man rattled off my order like a pro. He knew me and I loved that. Jock could never do that shit. He probably would have looked at me with some, ‘I don't know what the fuck you eat’ sort of vibe.

This was the type of shit that had me pulling my hair out. Between Jock and Red, I just didn't know what the hell I wanted. I needed to get my shit together and fast.

*****

“Nonie, where you at, mama?”

I made my way through the door of our little office building looking for my girl. Her car was out front, so I knew she was in there, but it was quiet as hell.

“I’m back here, boo,” she yelled from the bathroom.

I kept moving until I found her in the mirror raking her fingers through her freshly pressed hair. My girl was nothing to play with and she knew it, but she had the sweetest personality and was humble as fuck.

Nonie had a natural beauty about her, and trust me when I say, niggas were constantly in her face. She had flawless Hershey skin, diamond shaped dark brown eyes, and eyelashes that bitches paid good money for. She kept her hair natural, but when it was pressed, like today, it stretched down to the center of her back. She had survived her whole life without a perm, so her hair was on point. I hated her for that, because the only way I was rocking with that was with a sew in. But I was cool with it because I was still killing it regardless. Me and my girl were both sharks in a sea of minnows.

“What’s up, baby? You sexy today,” I said, checking out her navy baby doll dress, which was really cute and extra short.

“Thanks, babes. You're cute too,” she said, eyeing me from the mirror she was standing in front of.

“You know how we do, but come on. We need to talk.”

“Oh lord, do I need a drink for this?” Nonie flashed me a grin before she turned and pushed past me, catching my wrist to pull me with her.

Once we made it to her little office, which was right next to mine, she sat down on the love seat and yanked my body next to hers.

“I'm in love with two men, Nonie, and I don't know what to do,” I rushed out, ending with a sigh.

“Girl bye, you don't love Jock, you just love the way he dicks your cheating ass down.”

Nonie rolled her eyes at me before she leaned into my shoulder.

“I mean the dick game is on point for both of them, but I don't know if that's it. Some days I hate Jock’s hoe ass because I want him all to myself, and I know that will never happen. Then there are days when I all I want is Red. What the hell is wrong with me?” I fell back against the sofa and covered my face with my hands.

“You’re dealing with two men who both get under your skin in one way or another, that’s what's wrong with you. But trust me, love, you better figure it out because Jock knows about Red, but Red don't know about Jock. If he ever finds out, I don't think he’ll be as cool as Jock is with the fact that you’re laying up under both of them.”

“I know,” I whined. Red would be so hurt. I knew for a fact that he would walk away and never look back, but not before trying to take Jock’s life.

As if she were reading my mind, Nonie said what I was thinking. “And you need to consider the fact that neither one of them are playing with a full deck. If they ever had to face off, I swear to God I wouldn't be anywhere near that shit.”

“I know you’re not talking. Siah is just as looney, boo. How many times has he showed up and showed out on you, and he’s not even your man, Nonie?”

“Exactly, but key phrase. He is not my man. Red is most definitely yours, and you’re fucking Jock, so he has the right to act crazy. Siah don't, he’s just confused as hell,” Nonie said and rolled her eyes.

“Nah boo, he’s not confused about shit. That’s your man, you might not be claiming him, but he’s damn sure claiming you.”

“This isn't about me and Siah, though. This is about the threesome you’re having with Jock and Red. You better figure it out, and you better do it fast or that threesome is going to turn into one, and one is the loneliest number, Kiz.”

I let my head fall back and closed my eyes. “I know, and I will. I just need time.”

Nonie laid her head on my shoulder and sighed. “I’m worried that you’re running out of that, Kiz.”

She was right. I needed to get my act together before I lost both of them. But for now, I had to just press pause on the situation because I had no clue what I wanted. Red was everything. He was sweet, took care of me, loved me like no other, and lord knows he handled my body like a pro.

Then there was Jock, he didn't always say or do the right things, and I swear I couldn't trust him any further than I could see him, but he was always looking out and he made me feel safe when I was with him. There wasn't anything that he wouldn't do for me. Like Red, his sex game was through the roof. Red was safe and Jock was dangerous. I needed both in my life, so how the hell was I supposed to choose?