Jacob literally ruined a good a thing when he called with the drama last week. Meka and Ron were engaged in a hot, passionate sex session filled with so much intensity, calling it anything other than ‘fucking’ wouldn’t do the moment justice. She was on top, rolling her hips, doing her thang, pleading for him not to answer that God damn phone until she climaxed — and she was so close! But after the eleventh ring, that inconsiderate bastard broke their intimate embrace and damn near threw her on the floor trying to get to the phone. A few minutes later, Ron was getting dressed, rushing to the aid of his little brother who had once again fucked up. Meka took the initiative to finish herself off. And while she eventually worked out the gushy nut she lusted for, she wasn’t thrilled about the route she had to take and the effort she had to put in to get it.
Fueled by a ravenous combination of rage and curiosity, Meka busted into the bathroom with a degree of force that would make the ever so aggressive 5.0.proud. What she stumbled upon was a hot and rather pleasant surprise.
“God damn girl!” Jacob barked at the intruder.
The scene inside was a like a sauna, made steamy by the high pressure of the hot water Jacob allowed to run fiercely from the faucet and the thick blunt burning between his fingers. Meka was stunned to find him topless standing in the mirror. She gasped at the sight of his rippled back, toned shoulders, and taut bottom that revealed itself in a pair of snug fitting boxer briefs loosely covered by a pair of sagging jean shorts.
“I could’ve been in here pissin’,” he exclaimed as he turned to scald her. But instead of offending her, Jacob stole her breath after showcasing an upper body that looked as if it had been chiseled out of alabaster, presenting a tempting view of a broad, toned chest and precisely cut six pack. The annoying little brat Ron often referred to as that “lil nigga” had grown to be a mighty fine young man. Meka couldn’t help wondering how he’d filled out in other areas. Perhaps it was the blazing heat fucking with her mental, but at the moment, Jacob was a tall, refreshing glass of iced tea, and she was that thirsty bitch in desperate need of wetting her parched throat.
“Is there a problem?” Meka asked with plenty of sass in her tone. She then folded her arms and shifted her weight to one side, getting in full ghetto girl stance.
“Nothin’ but the invasion of my privacy,” Jacob replied before taking a frustrated toke on the fast burning blunt.
It was a struggle, but keeping her focus at the neck up allowed Meka to take note of Jacob’s wounds. “Oh my God! That bitch did this to you? I oughta go jack her ass up.”
“Would you, please?”
Meka walked up to get a closer look at the damage. Jacob had a relatively deep gash running down the side of his face, the apparent handy work of his baby mama. While the bleeding had stopped, the wound was fresh and looked quite painful.
“What happened,” she quizzed with genuine concern.
“Neecy happened,” he returned.
“You didn’t beat that girl up, did you?”
“Naw. Hell naw. But I was this close to killing that crazy bitch. Luckily I got outta there before shit took a turn for the worst.”
Meka couldn’t help but feel partly responsible for the boy’s troubles — at least those that involved the mother of his child. After all, she was the one who introduced the two of them three years ago. You could say it was lust at first sight because the two hit it off instantly — like for real. After sharing some weed smoke and a few laughs at a local house party, Jacob and Neecy engaged in what sounded like a plan to knock down the walls in LaToya’s bathroom. A one night stand turned into an on-off relationship that resulted in plenty of arguments and even Jacob Jr., the first child either of them had brought into this world. Her relationship with Neecy eventually crumbled over some childish he said she said shit, but Meka always hoped the two of them could make it work. Unfortunately, their relationship seemed to turn more hostile the more they continued to deal with one another.
While gazing at what she assumed to be a permanent scar, Meka thought back to that night Jacob called and interrupted her mission to ecstasy. Ron later told her that an incident between Jacob and Neecy boiled over into a fist fight involving her older brother and cousin. Despite holding his own, the two of them eventually got the upper hand on Jacob, who fled the scene and called Ron to make the save. Having burned all his bridges, the troubled 22-year old who just couldn’t seem to get his shit together, had nowhere to go. According to Ron, that left him with no other choice than to open his doors, even though he and Meka were scheduled to move into a new apartment a week later.
“I told you to leave that crazy hoe alone,” said Meka as she examined the wound with a few caring fingers underneath Jacob’s chin.
Jacob smacked his lips and returned, “Yeah ... after you hooked me up wit the psycho bitch.”
“You need to put somethin’ on this,” she said after noticing the severity of the cut. “That bitch and dem fake ass nails. Sit down.”
“What?!” Jacob’s face twisted up, making way for a network of wrinkles in his forehead.
“Sit down! I’ll be right back.”
Realizing that it was in his best interest to go with the flow, Jacob sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Meka turned on her heels and stomped out of the bathroom in search of something she could use to treat his wounds. She could feel Jacob’s glance on her round fleshy butt, which gobbled more of the booty shorts with each step she took. The feeling of both made her feel super sexy, and when Meka felt sexy, she had one thing in mind — sucking and fucking her way to satisfaction’s doorstep.
Meka returned a couple of minutes later with a first-aid kit she was lucky to find amid the sea of boxes, furniture and other crap clogging up the living room space. Though she hadn’t received an ounce of medical or either motherly training, Meka did an admirable job of patching up Jacob’s injury. After cleaning the wound with water and peroxide, she applied an antibiotic-based ointment to fight off infection. She wasn’t sure if she should apply a bandaid or gauze, so she decided to stop there. While it looked pretty nasty, she realized he wasn’t suffering from anything life-threatening and would probably be alright if he left the shit alone and let nature run its course of healing.
“Good lookin’,” said Jacob while examining Meka’s handy work in the mirror.
“For what?” She asked while standing behind him.
“The patchwork silly.”
“Oh. Well, don’t get too cozy. You gon’ owe me for that.”
“How can I ever repay you?”
Meka allowed her actions to do the talking by walking over and closing the bathroom door.
Jacob turned around and frowned. “What you doin’ girl? It’s hot as fuck in here!”
“Tell me about it.” Meka gazed Jacob down with sexual famish as she clicked the lock on the door behind her. Nipples erect, she leaned against the door and put a finger in her mouth while allowing a hand to rest in her shorts.
“What you doin, Meka?” Jacob gave a momentary grab at himself while visually taking in the woman he’d daydreamed of fucking into oblivion on more than one occasion.
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