A Westside, Eastside Love Story

When We F***K

i had no words, no energy to chastised Noah and he did not seemed to be waiting on any, as he got the car back on the road. my scent perfumed the car and i blushed. i was buzzing with the aftermath of my orgasms, my legs felt like jelly and the feeling within me was eurphoric. if i felt like this now, what will happen when we got to the house?

Noah swung the car into the apartment parking lot and kill the engine. we sat there in prefect silence before he broke it.  

" i need to be clear, when we leave this car, our ting go solid. I will be the only man that fucks you and there will be no other."

"when?" i heard everything and i delayed answering because suddenly my anxiety was acting up and i was scared to agree to this methodically relationship and shit don't work out, so i stalled.

he said nothing, just continued watching me with that unnerving stare. i blew a breath out, i was loathed to admit that i needed this like an addict. the moment we connected, i knew it was our way or no way. I will regret not exploring what this is, I am sure.

how did things change so quickly?

" what about yuh lil friend, miss bitch?" i asked. there was no way i was gonna be cordial with that lil shit.

" i'll talk to her. you guys have to learn to co-exist eventually" with that he made to open the door.

" i didn't agree thou so why yah open d door?" i replied, only deciding to go out strong, especially since i knew i was gonna say yes.

Noah sighed, " we both know you really want this, i want it too, the difference between us is, i am not afraid to take what i want. so stop with this bitchy attitude and  and come out d car"

 he slammed the door and came to my side and pulled my door open

A gentleman.

i stepped out and skirted around him and headed to the ground elevator. i decided to not wait on him and press the floor number for the apartment and watch as the door closed. i spend the ride going over every reasons why this was wrong, my inner slut rebuffed every reason and my good girl was not offering any words of encouragement. i even realized that he said there was never gonna be another guy. i wonder what he will do if i dangle another guy in front of him?

seeing his reaction tonight, made it clear he was serious about one thing- i was gonna get fucked and fucked up each time i did something he didn't like. i was a mischievous child growing up so that will not be a problem. i had the feeling that the more i pissed him off, the darker the sex will be. I wanted dark, I wanted total annihilation. 

i realized my mistake a few mins later, when i got to the door and it was locked so i headed to the shared rooftop that was one flight of stairs up. the city of Kingston was more beautiful at night, the streetlights and house light bouncing off each other and the night air was getting crisp, since December was a couple weeks away. 

i felt his presence before his scent enveloped me. he leaned against the railing and watched me. 

" are we like together or..." i left the sentence trailing to see what his response would be.

" why you overthinking this shit Candice, we both wanna fuck each other and  we both have very unique tastes which run a lil taboo, especially in this backward country and we both decided to act on those desires, consensually. that's it"

that's it.

no romantic shit, no feelings, just plain desires, dark desires.  Am i build for this kind of relationship, can i separate my feelings from my desires or they mutual?