Chapter 16 ~ Love?
I’ve sat on this damn couch with Nevaeh night after night. All we ever do is kiss, which believe me, is fucken new, but if my balls get any bluer, I swear they will fall straight off. She works six nights a week at the strip club, and I go there and wait for her to finish before giving her a lift home. The club whores are starting to wonder where I am; God knows the men are too.
Thank god, Jakobe has been covering for me, but he just called to complain, again, at having to stop mid-fuck to deal with another problem. Personally, I think, those two fuck way too much, everyone can hear them going at it three to four times a day. Maybe that’s what happens when you’re in love? I wouldn’t know, I have never been in love, perhaps I’m just envious of them both.
“Hey, Little Angel?” Nevaeh was in the kitchen, making us something to eat in her shitty, run-down apartment that I hated. I wish she’d take up my offer to stay at the compound, it was far safer for her than this shit hole, got to admit though - she does make it homely, or maybe that’s just her.
“Yeah?” Eva calls back.
“Why don’t we head to mine tonight? You could stay over?”
“I’m sorry Deon, I can’t… I-I…”
“You what?” She appears in the doorway.
“I was expecting this eventually.”
“What? What were you expecting?” My heart was in my throat. Is she pushing me away? I know she said she wasn’t like the other girls, maybe she is a virgin? Hmm, I don’t dislike that idea.
“You want to move things along?” My Little Angel suddenly becomes fascinated in her shoes.
“Do you not want to move things along?”
“I honestly don’t know what I want, Deon.”
“Are you saying... you don’t want to see me anymore?”
“Maybe, it’s for the best.” Holy fucken shit, are you kidding me right now?
“Little Angel? What’s going on in that head of yours?” I growl, trying to keep myself calm and not flip out.
“Perhaps, you should go Deon.” Fuck no! I was going nowhere until she was fessed up.
“No, you need to talk, what’s going on? Is it me?”
“What? No... yes... no… yes and no.” Jesus fucken Christ; this was going to be bad.
“Talk Nevaeh, please,” I implored her to see reason, for my sanity and hers, she huffs as if mentally preparing herself.
“It’s painfully obvious that you’re more experienced than I am Deon, and I think about things like that a lot. I am clean and clear of any sexually transmitted diseases, and I’ve slept with three practical virgins in my life, who didn’t know what they were doing - I don’t really know what I’m doing?” Oh god, so that’s what her problem was, fuck Deon, you are the biggest idiot ever, she’s still fresh at twenty-three.
I walked up to her, standing in the doorway with a beat red face. “So we take the sex thing slow, let me teach you how pleasurable it can be, as for the other thing, I will get screened by the Doc tomorrow. In fact, it’s not a bad idea to get everyone screened, and then you will see how clean we all are. Well, how clean I am.”
“You would do that… for me?”
“Little Angel, I would do anything to keep you in my arms, but I still want to sleep with you - sleep... no sex - my arms wrapped around your sexy body, my lips against yours, perving at your thighs as they peek out from underneath my favourite shirt you’re wearing, will you allow me that?” She peers up at me with innocence and damn sparkles in her hazel eyes. “Are you burning something?”
“Oh, shit!” She panics and quickly moves back into the kitchen.
Instant happiness bubbles away inside me, the moment I saw the food. “C’ mon, let’s pack you a bag, we’ll grab something on the way,” looking over her shoulder to see a burnt pan. “Yep, that’s a better idea.”
She turns in my embrace to hold me too, I don’t think Nevaeh wants to push me away at all, I think she wants to get closer, but Eva has reservations, she wants me to be trustworthy - than I will be.
Waking up to her in my hold was exactly what I needed - I hadn’t slept that great in years. The club whores were good for a bit of stress relief, but they were never allowed to spend the night, or in fact, fuck in my bed. I have blurred a lot of lines in my life, and I would not confuse that one. The bed was for my wife, but even with all the precautions, shit still got confused, whore’s caught feelings and stupidly thought they were more than just a fuck.
I couldn’t help but run my lips across the curve in her neck, nipping at the flesh, fuck was I barred up and horny as hell, pushing my soldier against her delicious backside extracted a throaty moan. I smiled against her skin as Nevaeh pushed back into my cock. “I wouldn’t do that...” I warned with a husky tone to my freshly woken voice. Thank god it was Monday which meant no work for her tonight; we had to start getting her more hours off - this night shift thing was killing me.
“Deon,” she whispered.
I slipped my calloused hand into her underwear, only to be delightfully met with a very manicured pussy, and what I’m guessing was a triangular shaped pubic hair patch. I let out an animalistic growl of satisfaction; I swear my dick grew harder as my fingers manipulated her clit.
“Deon…” she sounded somewhat panicked.
“Shh, Little Angel, I’m going to make you feel so good.” My promise was genuine, only I was dreading having to finish myself off.
Her legs naturally opened, allowing me better access and I greedily caressed her beautiful tits on the outside of my shirt as her breathing hitched. “Has anyone made you orgasm Little Angel?”
“N-No,” Eva moaned, nothing is going to be able to wipe the smile from my face after hearing that.
“I want you to fly Little Angel, fly with your orgasm.” Nevaeh began to buck up into my hand; she was giving in, I could feel her unsure resistance fading.
“Deon...” she moaned again, “ooohhh.”
I inserted my middle finger and groaned at the feel of how tight she was, Nevaeh was all forms of perfection. “God Little Angel, I can’t wait to feel your tight pussy around my cock.”
“Oh Lord Deon,” she was panting hard, her walls clenching.
“You like me whispering things in your ear, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she purred out. My finger and thumb were working in unison to push her over the edge.
“Fuck, you are sexy.”
“Say it again?”
“Little Angel, you are sexy. I want to bury my cock deep inside you.” I felt her walls constrict like a vice grip around my finger.
“Holy shit, Deon!” Eva screamed, slamming her legs closed and pinning my hand still as she orgasmed hard. I couldn’t take it any longer, I pushed her on her stomach, spat in my hand and furiously tugged at my massive rod, lifting my shirt she was wearing, revealing her lower back - that had a pair of angel wings tattooed there. I groaned at the sight, pulling faster on my long stiff trouser beast, feeling my build up coming at me like a freight train. I exploded, spurting my hot sperm all over those wings of hers. Growling like an animal, thankful for the tension release as my body shuddered with euphoria, I flopped down beside her.
My after cum haze was interrupted by her giggling crazily, “what are you giggling at?”
“That was fucken amazing,” she laughed. I loved the fact that I was her first orgasm, the feel of her had been so intense that I needed to relief immediately - I probably could have done it better than just using her back to unload on, but there wasn’t a whole lot of thought going on in that particular moment.
God, if she thought that was amazing, wait until she sees what I can do with my dick, but first things first… Doctors. I want to be inside her as fast as possible, call me selfish, but for some fucken strange reason - I want her around me, my sizable appendage up inside her core, and I never want to leave her side. Fuck, something is wrong with me? Maybe I should get mentally checked too while I’m there.
I sat in my office while Nevaeh spent some time with Mum, Kitty and Priya. It was late afternoon by the time the Doc arrived, and I was ready and eager to get this done.
“Hey, Doc, thanks for coming.” I shook his hand, and he took his seat in front of my desk.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner, I was in surgery,” he apologised.
“All good, listen, I wanna make sure I’m free of any sexually transmitted diseases, and the club too - including the whores.”
“That’s very responsible of you Deon. May I ask what brought about this sudden need to certify you are all healthy?” He moves over and extracts some vials, needles, and whatever else he required for withdrawing my blood.
“It’s a new woman; she won’t move things... along... until I’m screened and come up clean, but I thought, why not check everyone, no one likes a toxic fuck.” He laughed at my terminology, “but there’s also something else, I think something is seriously wrong with me Doc.”
“I’ve known you a long time Deon, what makes you think there is something wrong?”
“I think about this woman all the time, my heart races, I get sweaty, I can’t function properly or concentrate, and now she got me screening the whole damn compound. So, I need you to just give me some pills, ya know, fix this shit.” Did he chuckle at me?
“Okay Deon, today I’m going to take some blood, then I need you to pee in this cup, I’m going to swab your mouth and your genitals, the results should be all done in a couple of weeks.”
“Weeks? No, no, we need those results as soon as possible Doc - like today.” He fucken chuckled at me again.
“Deon, tell me. Do you get nervous around her? Do you want to take care of her? Make sure she is happy and safe?”
“Yes, bizarre right?”
“Pee in this, please.” I leave the room and come back moments later.
He scrutinises my jar of urine. “You’re dehydrated; you need some water Deon,” he scolded.
“Alright, alright.” I’ve known for a long time I needed to drink more water.
“Do you see a future with this woman?”
“I definitely can’t see a future without her,” he looked so amused by my symptoms. “Alright, you gotta give it up, Doc, what do you find so hysterical?”
“Oh, Deon, you are just like Rex. You son, are mentally healthy, it sounds like you are just…”
I farewelled the Doc. He’s coming back in a few days to get the rest of the compound. Everyone was in the booze bunker, and I stood on the pool table to get their attention. “Alright you fuckers, listen up...” they attentively but curiously glanced up. “Right, so I’ve ordered the Doc to test everyone for any sexually transmitted diseases, everyone is to be tested - no exceptions, club whores, prospects, yes, even you mum…”
“Fuck you, Deon, it’s not like I fuck anybody.” I couldn’t help but snicker at my mum; she’s a sneaky woman, who knows what she is up too?
“Don’t forget your protection; it’s simply just keeping the compound safe.” I jumped down and walked over to Nevaeh, pecking her gently on the cheek while she smiles shyly at me.
“Bar, now!” Jakobe orders.
We stood in front of Brutus, and they both eyed me suspiciously. “Why was the Doc really here?” Brutus jumps straight in.
“I thought I was having a heart attack or a mental breakdown or something.”
“What the fuck, Prez, why didn’t you tell us?” Jakobe, my honest and sincere mate retorts with concern.
“What did he say?” Brutus asked again; he always liked his answers straight up.
“Are you guys not pissed about the S.T.D. checks?”
“Nah, Brutus and I regularly go to get em done.”
“Huh, I never knew.” I actually had no idea, shit though, Jakobe has always been responsible - Brutus was a surprise.
“What did the fucken Doc say?” Brutus requests again, slightly pushier than before.
“He’s fucken insane...” I take a swig from the neck of my beer, “say’s I’m perfectly healthy. He thinks my symptoms are the result of me falling in love with Nevaeh.”
These fucken assholes are laughing at me.