Hell House (22 page)

“I sure do wish this house had a big-ole bathtub so I could fill it with bubbles and relax,” Chase said. “Don't you, Jaylin?” No answer because if she had one, she wouldn't know how to clean it.

The only person who hadn't said anything to me at all was Roc. That all changed when I had come inside from swimming a few laps in the pool. I had wiped my face with a towel and he was standing near the bathroom.

“Brace yourself. I wouldn't go in there if I were you,” he said.

“Why not?”

“One word. Prince.”

“He straight up needs to go get his system checked out. My head start spinning every time I have to go into the bathroom after him.”

“Well, it's a good thing that the rest of the house is clean. The bathroom? Not so much, but Chase will be gettin' down on that tomorrow.”

“Clean? Is this what you consider clean? Nah, this house ain't clean by any stretch of your imagination.”

“It's clean to me, but understand that we see things from a different perspective. Like we did when we got at each other. I'm not the kind of man who makes peace with everybody, but Prince broke everything down for me the other day. I guess I would've reacted the same way, if I thought somebody was tryin' to take from me, too. Where you tripped and bumped your head was when you put me dead smack in the middle of yo beef with Prince. Maybe your head wasn't on straight that day, but it happens to the best of us sometimes. So I say let's pack up this anger and place it elsewhere. Are you down with that 'cause the sisters are gainin' on us and we got a challenge to win?”

“Black man to black man, I guess we good.” I held out my hand and he slapped his against mine. “I didn't have no beef with you, Roc, and I'm glad you understand where my anger was coming from. Prince tripped. I don't have much respect for that young man.”

“I feel you, but like they say, if you want respect, you gotta earn it. Maybe he'll put forth some effort to get you to change your mind about him.”

“I'm not going to hold my breath.”

I did, however, hold my breath when I went into the bathroom to wash up. Before going to the bedroom, I emailed Jeff, requesting that he send a maid service in here to clean up. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to check my emails or visit any social networking sites. They'd all been blocked. I was surely wondering what my family, especially my kids, had been up to.

The day moved by pretty quickly, but at almost four in the morning, I found myself jumping in and out of sleep. I saw Sylvia tiptoe by my bed and make her way into the closet. I wondered what she was doing because it took a minute for the light to come on. Actually, it wasn't the light from the closet. It was a flashlight that I could see moving around. My eye twitched a bit; I became suspicious and I didn't trust anybody. As far as I was concerned, they were all conspiring against me. I had already taken my safe out of the closet, but my other items were still considered valuable. I had to go see what was up, so I could bust her in the act and possibly send her packing.

When I opened the door, I saw her sneaking to put something behind her back. She turned off the flashlight, but I flicked on the light switch.

“Up it,” I said, holding out my hand. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing. I was looking for something.”

“Sylvia, you put something behind your back. All I'm saying is, I hope it doesn't belong to me or to anyone else in this house.”

“I wouldn't take anything that belongs to someone else.”

“Then show me what you got then.”

She hesitated then slowly pulled her hand from behind and held out her clenched fist. When she opened it, inside was a torn picture. I looked at it, seeing that it was a picture of her and Jonathan.

“I keep dreaming about us,” she said softly. “I want to move on so badly, Jaylin, but the relationship I had with him still haunts me. Only because I knew I was wrong for loving my best friend's man. I allowed myself to fall in love with him and I regret it. I regret that after all of this time, I still don't want to let him go. How can I make this stop? I need somebody to show me or tell me what must I do to free him.”

A tear slipped from Sylvia's beautiful big eyes. I seriously felt her
pain, even though it was sometimes hard for me to sympathize with women in her situation. Jonathan told me all about their relationship and I knew she had been in a bad position. I removed the torn picture from her hand and pulled her close to my chest, holding her.

“Stop torturing yourself and wanting to go back to the past. If it wasn't for you then, it won't be for you now. Let this thing with Jonathan serve as a big lesson learned and make room for a new man out there who may be dying for the opportunity to come into your life. He'll never find his way, if you continue to block his path.”

Sylvia wiped her tear and backed away from our embrace. “I'm not trying to block his path. I just wish he would step forth so I can see him.”

“Be careful what you wish for. I can tell you one thing, though. His name ain't Roc, so you need to stop playing these jealousy games with him.”

“I'm not playing any games with him. But if it's not Roc, then who is it?”

“It ain't me either.” I grinned, but was serious. “I can promise you that.”

Sylvia finally smiled. “I'll take your word for it. I…I just don't know why I still have all of this anger inside of me, especially for Jonathan. Now that he's getting married, I feel dissed.”

I folded my arms in front of me and rubbed my chin. “Dissed? Well, maybe you need to let out your frustrations. If Jonathan was standing here right now, in my place, what would you do?”

Sylvia narrowed her eyes and slapped me with as much force as she could. My head jerked to the side, and I wiggled my stinging jaw to ease the pain from the mediocre blow. I tilted my head, giving her an intense stare. “You may have to come better than that,” I said. “What else would you do?”

Her eyes watered some more and then she tore into my bare chest with her fists. She pounded hard, but I barely moved. That was until she slapped me again, and I felt her sharp nail shave my cheek. I grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm behind her back and pushing her toward the wall so she could face it.

I moved in close and whispered near her ear. “If you got that much anger inside of you, use it wisely. Don't fight me, baby, fuck me.”

I let go of Sylvia's arm and backed away from her. She turned around, keeping her eyes glued to mine as she placed her hand on the string to my silk pajama pants that hung low on my waist. She hit the light switch and got on her knees, facing me. My pajama pants were lowered to my ankles and she touched my growing steel with her hand.

“I'm not sure if I can handle all of this,” she said. “But I'm sure as hell going to try.”

“My wish is that you succeed. Get busy.”

Her warm mouth covered most of my shaft that eventually expanded to reach the depths of her throat. With her mouth and swift hands in action, I closed my eyes and licked around my lips to catch my saliva. My weakening legs couldn't sustain the intensity of her dick sucking, and it wasn't long before I found myself caught in a situation where I couldn't regroup.

“That's right, baby,” I said through deep breaths. “Get mad. Stay mad at that muthafucka for as long as you want to.”

Sylvia was breaking a brother off with some mad head game. My dick was getting heavy in her mouth, and I could feel it pulsating. “I don't want to come like this.” I backed away from her heat. “Take your pajamas off. Panties, too.”

While Sylvia removed her pajamas, I sucked in heaps of air to regroup. My dick was sensitive to its touch. I definitely needed
for it to calm down. It was all in the mind, so I cleared my thoughts of making Sylvia pay for slapping me, then I turned on the lights to look for a condom in one of my pockets. Sylvia lay back on the cushiony carpet with her perky breasts sitting at attention. I positioned my nakedness in between her wide legs, and took a glimpse of the sweet pussy I would add to my long roster of sexy women I had the pleasure of serving. I secured her lengthy legs around my waist, positioning my heavy meat to enter her.

“Are you sure you want this?” I whispered to her before going all in.

“Yes. All of it.”

She was confident, and after three long strokes, her tunnel was filled to capacity. The tip of my head could go no further, and my balls smacked her ass with a kiss behind each hard thrust. I laid my pipe into her, bashing her goods and causing carpet burns to scold her ass. That was when she gasped out loudly and tried to tighten her legs. I rejected that move.

“No. Open. Wider,” I commanded.

Sylvia stretched her legs, but the muscles in her pussy still had a strain on my dick. I could tell it had been a while since she'd had sex, but as her juices started flowing more, things loosened up for me. I put my hips in action, while she grabbed my ass and sank her nails into it. When I leaned forward, she sucked my lips into hers and tore my neck up with what felt like vampire bites. They were somewhat painful, but the feel of her coochie popping had my mind focused on where it needed to be. I painted every inch of her walls with my strokes and was ready to take this to the next level. After all, she was still mad, yet ready. I slowly pulled out, bringing down a flood of milky juices that dripped through the crack of her pretty ass. It was time to handle that ass, so I backed up a bit so she could roll on her stomach. She did, but
also got on her elbows and knees, opening them wide enough so I could drive right in. But this time, I wanted to tease her. From the back, I slid my head through the edges of her long slit without entering her. The very tip of my head toyed with her hard pearl, along with the touch of my cold fingers. I kept sliding myself back and forth until she laced my whole shaft with her wetness. By this time, Sylvia was losing her mind. She tightened her fist, pounding it on the floor like a gavel.

“Put it in,” she cried out. “Slide it all the way in, pleeeease!”

“You ain't ready for this,” I said, continuing to tease her. “I don't think you're mad enough yet.”

Nearing an orgasm, she pounded her fist on the floor again. “Muthafucka, I am ready! Gimme all of that dick, now!”

I admired a woman who didn't mind asking for what she wanted, so I drove my dick into her pussy going full speed ahead. Sylvia had cut the fuck up, and it was a long while before I put my nine-plus in park. All she could say was “Damn, Jaylin. Daaaamn!” as she worked on orgasm number three.

“What's my name again?” I said. “I want to make sure that you hadn't mistaken me for anyone else.”

“Jaaaaylin, you-sure-do-know-how-to-fuck-a-woman, Rogers,” she screamed out as I brushed my fingers against her clit to calm it. Sylvia, however, was hyped. Obviously, I had knocked Jonathan from her thoughts. She sat on top of me while resting back on her hands. Unable to do much moving, I held her legs far apart like a V, watching her in motion. No doubt, she had skills. It took major strength to work her lower body to a rhythm that kept me tuned in. All I could do was gaze down at the insertions and appreciate this new pussy that fit me like a warm glove. I hadn't sucked another woman's goodness in a very long time, but this one looked good enough to eat. I dropped her legs and wiped
across my mouth. But as I got ready to change positions, I felt my muscle pulsating. Sylvia must have felt it, too, because she put in more overtime to make me come. I was there with her every step of the way, and when she shouted, I also released a buildup of semen into the condom. Sylvia dropped back on the floor and let out several deep breaths. I let out several, too, having no regrets whatsoever for what I had just done. Fuck Jonathan. His ass didn't know what he was missing.

“That…that was the best sex ever,” Sylvia said with a heaving chest.

I couldn't agree with her on that, but I had to give her credit for giving it her all. The pussy was finger-licking good, but like most, it was forgettable.

A deaf person could hear Jaylin and Sylvia fucking in the closet last night. And by the way she was carrying on you would've thought that he murdered her pussy. If that heifer moaned one more time, I was going to get up and go shove a dirty sock in her mouth. I couldn't help but to touch myself from listening to them, though. I wanted to open the door to get a bird's-eye view of what that man was putting inside of her. Then again, I already knew because I had seen it with my own eyes. Sylvia was so lucky, and after thinking about what Jaylin had put on her, I couldn't help but to think about the last time Kiley and me were together and what he had put on me. Big girls needed love, too, even though I wasn't getting the kind of love I needed in this house from the men. Before getting out of bed, I laid there in a daze while staring at the bumpy ceiling and thinking about the only man who knew how to please me.

Kiley was so upset with me that day. He had just pistol-whipped my husband, Dwayne, for putting his hands on me during breakfast at IHOP. Kiley had saved the day, and I was doing my best to win him back, even though he'd fallen in love with a trick named Anna. The best thing about Kiley was that he would fuck my brains out whenever he was mad at me. That day was no exception, but when he pulled into the parking lot at the Hampton Inn, and we went inside to get a room, he tried to play like I meant nothing to him.