Crazy For You ∆Under Construction∆

25.Training Wheels

I wanna make you mine but that's hard to say. Is this coming off in a cheesy way?

I wake up to the scent of nicotine, cologne and sex hanging in the air, the bed beneath me is firm, warm and moves at a constant, gentle rate. Making it kinda hard to want to wake up ever but I do as the bed seems to shift in a way beds just aren't meant to move. Somewhat annoyed at my bed for its odd movements u gif my elbow into it hard to make it stop cause the mattress to grunt.

"Good morning to you too." It rasps in a seductive sleepy voice that makes me sexually confused. Pretty sure your beds not supposed to make you wet.

I flick hair from my face as I sit straight up, some heavy item falling off my waist as I rise, shock plain to see as I see not my mattress but my maybe boyfriend Mistah Jay, my Puddin, The Joker with a wtf expression on his face and a cigarette hanging from between his perfect lips. He flicks the lighter in his hand on and off above his head As he observes me with casual curiosity no real anger over my random violence.

"I thought you were the mattress, Puddin." I grin sheepishly at him as I massage the spot where my elbow connected with his flesh and left behind a somewhat red spot, kissing it tenderly.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. " I'm not even gonna ask. "

I just giggle, settling myself back into his chest with my ear right over the blood pumping organ hammering away at its usual erratic rate. The sound of his scattered heartbeat could easily lull me to sleep all over again. Trying to stay awake I trace over the ink on his chest with the tips of my finger nails.

"So doll, I've been thinking. . . " Jay wonders out loud as I listen to the beat of his heart below me.

"What about ? " I question, tracing over the black ink in his chest.

"About me and you, long-term, I'm tired if having to share you. " He grumbles, some of the vapors from his cigarette drifts over my shoulder.

I chuckle over his words as it makes him sound like a spoiled child who can't get his way, at the moment it's cute. "What are you talking about Puddin?" I laugh stretching myself over him like a cat awaiting from a sunbathing nap.

He groans, So quickly becoming frustrated as he suddenly grips my firearms tightly pulling me until my back is to the mattress and he is above straddling me with such an intense face. "Do I have to spell it out for ya?" He growls, capturing my lips in his without further elaborating.

I giggle, grinning into his lips while Mr. J seems to be all business growling as his tongue dominates mine. If someone were to interrupt and ask me why I'm laughing I wouldn't be able to answer the question. Sometimes Jay gets territorial and aggressive for no reason whatsoever like some imaginary voice is telling him he needs to assert dominance, the randomness of the action was kinda funny I guess. But I'm not laughing for long, as always Jay takes my laugh as a challenge he must meet and he makes it his mission to destroy such challenges.

I gasp as he thrusts his hands down below, his fingers finding their way into my folds already wet and begins to massage it in harsh unsympathetic circles. He smirks at my moans, increasing the speed as he leans closer.

"I'm talking about you and me, kitten." He purrs as my eyes begin to blur almost immediately, it's amazing how he makes it feel like I've never been touched before and each time drives me just a little closer towards insanity.

I can't help the sounds that come from my mouth as he racks his teeth across my exposed neck. "Puddin. . ." I whimper, my back arching as I feel myself already about to spill all over his fingers.