Be Bad For Me(47)

"Oh, my God, Annette. What are you doing to me?"

Annette just smiled, pleased with herself, still licking up and down his  shaft. It felt like he was getting excited all over again. "You taste  good."

"Come here. It's time for your punishment," Jordan said, lying back on the bed.

She crawled on top of him. "I can't wait for you to punish me, baby."  She leaned over him and offered her breasts, which he eagerly licked and  sucked. She was surprised when he grabbed her thighs and pulled her up  to his face and began sucking on her clit. He encouraged her to move  against his tongue by pulling her hips forward. Her first orgasm was  long and hard and he lapped all her juices up, then he made her sit on  his erection and take control. Annette gyrated her pussy over his  erection so good that she came a second time.

"I want you to hit it from the back, baby," she moaned.

In a matter of seconds after her request, he had a positioned her  doggystyle with her hands pressed up against the headboard for support.  He was working that pussy so good that homegirl didn't know how to act.

"You … like … how … I … beat that … pussy up … from the back, huh?" he called out, placing emphasis on the words with each thrusts. "Huh?"

"Oh, yes, baby … don't stop!" Her screams carried throughout the room. Her  pleasure increased as the headboard knocked harder and louder against  the wall.

"Tell me whose pussy this is!" he demanded. Knock, Knock.

"Yours … "

"This is my pussy, isn't it?" Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock.

"Yes, baby … all of it … it's yours. Baby, I'm gonna come!"

"Whose yours, baby? What's my name, Annette?"

"Jordan!" When she called out his name, she felt her muscles convulsing as she came all over his dick. "Uhuuuuum!"

"Oh, fuck … Annette … this pussy is so good … here you go … Oooooooh, Shiiittt!"  His body stiffened again as he had his second orgasm of the night.

When they lay back on the bed, they looked up at the ceiling and  listened to each other's breathing return to normal. Suddenly, Jordan  shot up in the bed so quickly that it startled her and she sat up, too.

"What?"

"Do you realize that we just had unprotected sex?" He looked at her as  if someone had just told him that the sky was green and the grass was  blue.

"We did?" Annette bit the corner of her lip. She had been so caught up  in the moment that she realized that Jordan had not pulled on his condom  as the normal routine. He kept them conveniently under his pillow, so  how could they have forgotten?

"Yes, we did." He dropped his head in his hands.

"Well, I got tested after I broke up with you-know-who. I don't have  anything or nothing like that," Annette said. Maybe he though she was  infected or something.         

     



 

"I got tested two months ago as part of my checkup. I'm clean, too. But, it's not that. Are you … um … you know."

"Yes, I'm on birth control. Don't worry, we're good."

Jordan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at her. "I'm sorry. I've  always use protection. It's always been instinct for me to use condoms."

"I know that." Annette reached up to rub his back. "I'm so glad that you're so responsible, baby."

He kissed her on the forehead. "I'm glad that you are, too."

Satisfied, they cuddled up together, pulled the covers over their naked bodies, and fell asleep.







The next morning, Annette and Jordan were downstairs enjoying the  omelets that she had just prepared and chatting when Troy and the girl  from last night, Cynthia, came down the stairs.

Annette and Jordan watched as Troy walked the girl out the door and to  her car in nothing but his boxers. When he came back inside, he gave  both of them objectionable looks and made his way over to the kitchen.

"I'm not gonna say anything about all that noise y'all made last night," Troy muttered under his breath.

Annette put her hand over her mouth, shocked that she had been that loud.

"Then why did you?" Jordan asked.

"Come on, dawg! At least, I try to tell my girls to be quiet," Troy  replied, holding his arms out. His chest was just as covered in tattoos  as Jordan's. His street name, Trouble, was inked in bold Roman letters  across the top of his defined abdomen.

"See, that's the difference between you and I. Your girls is plural.  This is my girl. She can make all the noise she wants and so can I,"  Jordan said, stuffing his mouth with omelet and chasing it down with  orange juice.

"Whatever!" Troy bent down to open the fridge to take out a bottled  water, revealing the Heat Ryderz logo tattooed on his back at the  shoulders. He downed half of it, grabbed another, and closed the fridge.

"By the way, Annette made an extra omelet for you. It's in the microwave."

"Oh, for real?" Troy opened up the microwave to reveal the omelet. "Why,  thank you, baby girl. Damn … cause a muthafucka was sure hungry." He  found himself a fork and started chowing down. "Y'all so sweet."

"It wasn't me, asshole. I wouldn't have made your lazy ass shit," Jordan  said. "She knew you were still up there and she insisted."

"Well, fuck you, then. Annette, you and me … we goin' be a'ight. I can see that now. Thank you."

Annette smiled. "You're welcome."

Troy took the rest of his omelet and sat down in front of the TV in the living room.

"Why are you so mean to your brother?"

"That's just how we be sometimes. You know how siblings fight. We don't  really mean all the things we say. I love my brother to death."

"That's good."

Just as Jordan was about to say something the doorbell rang. Jordan  started to get up and get it, but Troy yelled from the living room,  "I'll get it. I bet that's Cynthia again figuring out that she left her  panties under my pillow."

"Ew," Annette exclaimed, scrunching up her nose.

Jordan got up and gathered their empty plates and started rinsing each  one clean before placing them in the dishwasher. Troy came in the  kitchen at that moment with a serious expression on his face. An  expression Annette hadn't seen from Troy since she met him.

"Jordan, that's um … that's Tabitha standing at the door," Troy muttered, as if embarrassed to say it.

"What?" Jordan looked confused.

"Old girl … Tabitha." Troy motioned to the door.

Who the fuck was Tabitha? And why was Troy acting like the FBI was at the door?

"What is she doing here?" Jordan asked, slamming the dishwasher shut.

"Hey, don't ask me. Your guess is as good as mine. I ain't got shit to  do with shit and I don't know shit about shit," Troy said.

Jordan looked at Annette, "Baby, I'll be right back, okay?"

Before Annette could say anything, Jordan stormed out of the kitchen,  through the living room, toward the front door. Annette couldn't see  anything past the living room, so she couldn't see who this Tabitha was  standing at the door. But she did hear the front door slam shut behind  Jordan. Annette turned to Troy, who now looked dumbfounded. "Who is  Tabitha?"

"Ummm … " Troy was muttering as if he would rather not have a conversation with me about this girl, Tabitha.
         

     



 
"Remember what you said, Troy? How we goin' be a'ight if you lie to me, too?"

"Okay, okay. Look, Tabitha is his old girlfriend. We haven't seen that cat in like six months, though."

"Oh. Well, what is she doing here today?" Funny how someone they hadn't seen in six months could pop up all of a sudden.

"Hey, now that, I don't know. You need to talk with Jordan about that."

"Didn't they break up? What the heck is she doing here?"

"Yeah, like I said, as far as I know they haven't been at it in six  months. All I know is that she broke up with him. And if you want to  know what she's doing here, you need to ask Jordan that question."

"Well, you know what? I will." Annette hopped off her stool, slipped her  feet into the stilettos she was wearing and grabbed her handbag out of  the coat closet. Before Troy could begin to stop her, she stormed out of  the door with not a clue as to what she would say to Jordan and his old  girlfriend. Basically, she didn't know what was going on and she didn't  want to feel like a dummy.

The moment she walked out the door, the girl's eyes rested on her. She  took the opportunity to check her out, as well. As suspecting, the girl  was beautiful. Anyone could tell that dress she wore was designer  labeled and that the ice on her wrists, neck, and ears were very  expensive. Her makeup was flawless and complimented her golden brown  complexion. She resembled the beautiful actress Vivica A. Fox and had  curves just like hers. The girl was a diva, but Annette knew that bitch  didn't have nothin' on her. Did she?

At that moment, Jordan turned around to see what Tabitha was looking at  and saw her. He turned back around to the girl and said something else.  Annette couldn't hear a word they were saying, but she could tell that  Jordan was upset. The girl was upset as well. She rolled her neck and  pointed her long fingernails in Jordan's face as if she were demanding  something. Annette got a sickening feeling in her stomach. The one she  remembered getting when she discovered that Anthony was cheating. She  needed to get away. She needed to get away now. She fumbled in her purse  for her car keys and began walking in the direction of her car.