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Milo stared at the suitcase in distress as she was finally done with packing. She breathed in and out, walking into the bathroom. There, Jahseh stood shirtless and playing with his dreads.
His eyes turned towards her as a small smirk spread across his face. "You ready?" he asked, reaching for a hoodie he could throw over his head. Milo walked past him, squatting down and looking through the cupboard.
She knew she did have anything to look for in there, but after the stunt he pulled yesterday giving him the time of day didn't seem like an option to her. "Milo. You ain't hear me talking to you?" he spoke, adjusting his yellow hoodie.
Milo flipped her hair forward, collecting it and tying it into a bun. She walked into Jahseh's room, grabbing her suitcase and standing it against the wall. She tried to appear occupied, even though she knew that there was nothing to do.
He walked into his room, looking at her laying on his bed. He frowned, tilting his head. "How you ain't talking to me, but you laying on my bed?" he questioned, seeming amused. He reached and grabbed her ankle, dragging her towards him.
"Fucking move." she demanded, kicking him away. "Why you acting up?" he asked, grabbing her second leg tightly. Milo still remained quiet, but now clenching her fists. Jahseh took her change of attitude lightly. He didn't expect her to be happy about the fact that he didn't allow her to cum last night.
Although negative, this feeling was exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to want him so bad to the point where when he didn't give her what she wanted, she'd throw a fit. It was adorable to him. He didn't understand where this strong desire developed from, but it was here and he wasn't too sure on if he wanted to burn it up.
Jahseh dropped her legs, and hovered over her - arms stood beside her. Milo's body buckled up, growing slightly nervous. "Jahseh move." she spoke, voice slightly trembling. Jahseh stared at her buttery skin, eyes revering to her full lips. "Why you ain't talking to me, hm?" he rasped.
Milo sighed, pushing his face away. "Why do you fuckin think?? Just for shits and giggles?" she spat, sliding out of his cage, leaning against the wall. Jahseh grinned, standing up and sitting at the edge of the bed. "So you want me to make it up to you?" he questioned, smirking at her.
"Fuck you." and with that, she stood up and walked towards her suitcase holding onto the handle and dragging it towards the door. Jahseh laughed to himself, following her out.
Milo reached Jahseh's car, waiting on him to unlock it. Once he did, she opened the back door, throwing her suitcase at the backseat. Closing the door, she opened a front passenger side door, entering.
Jahseh followed, putting his stuff in the trunk of the car, entering the car. "You ready?" he asked, strapping his seat belt on. Milo nodded, not looking his direction or facing him. He hummed, starting the car and beginning to make his way out the parking lot.
...
The roads were packed and busy. Cars touched every corner, causing Jahseh and the rest behind him to not be able to move. His hands rested on his lap, waiting for the traffic jam to start moving in smooth motion.
Milo still sat silently, agitated as ever. The traffic, stuffiness in the car, the silence was just all getting on her nerves. "Open the window Jahseh." she demanded, still not turning his direction. Jahseh didn't budge, still looking outside his window.
"Jahseh." she called again, finally looking his way. "You gotta ask better than that." he spoke. Milo sighed, folding her arms. "Never fuckin mind." she replied, returning back to looking away from him.
The sound of the window opening was heard, causing Milo to turn towards it. She scoffed. "I thought I needed to ask better than that." she mockingly spoke, staring at him in irritation. "I decided ian wanna fall into yo petty antics so I opened the window, is there an issue?"
Milo's eyes widened, as she let out a big 'tuh' leaning closer towards him. "My petty antics? Nigga you never thought about allat shit when you did what you did yesterday!" she spat back. Jahseh frowned "Milo ian bout to do this shit witchu'" he responded.
Milo just didn't understand why he didn't get the frustration of what he did. The fact that he did share the same irritation just made her feel annoyed. Why would you let her finish? That's all she wanted to know. But the amusement and how funny it seemed to be to him just rubbed her off the wrong way.
This was the first time Milo let Jahseh touch him in any way, and this is the way he decided to do it. All of that pint up stress that she felt he didn't relieve or get rid of in his actions, if anything he added more. Sexually frustrated was the phrase she used to describe it, sexually frustrated.
"Why did you do that Jahseh? Why?" she angrily questioned. "It's not that deep Milo," he laughed "I just didn't want you to nut, that's all." Milo's eyes squinted as she couldn't comprehend the reasoning behind that. She tucked her hair behind her ears.
"So you're telling me, that you just decided that shit? I let you touch me and you don't even make it worth my time? Nigga I didn't even get a chance to nut, and you don't care."
Milo knew she was being extra, but things like this really mattered to her. Throughout all her sexual experiences, she's never got the opportunity to orgasm. It annoyed her because it seemed as if Jahseh knew what he was doing, and she finally was about to get a taste of it. But just when she was about to release all her irritations, he took it from her.
Think about it as being thirsty, running to sea, and seeing no water. It only made her mad because she thought she could trust him to give her the drink she desired. But he only gave her a drop, and didn't allow her to indulge.
Milo remembered the sweet feeling of knowing her orgasm was approaching because of the knot in her stomach, but that same knot still remained when he took his fingers out of her and licked her juices.
"The way you acting now is exactly what I wanted. I want you to want that shit. So bad that you start acting out," he husked, putting emphasis on every word he spoke. "I told you I'll make it up to you Milo," the road began to move.
