Ignorant Art

Six Months In

The sexual tension between Alon and Iggz was something serious and a sight to see.

If it wasn’t brought on by something Iggz wore or something slyly sexual that Alon said then they just looked at each other and got the urge to fuck each other senseless.

Only problem was the fact that Karma didn’t want to come off as some type of hoe and Alon didn’t want to pressure her into something she didn’t want to do.

He just wasn’t that type of guy.

Strip away the drug dealer and thug life mentality Alon had and you was left with a true sweetheart.

Husband material and the makings of a great father.

Anybody could easily see how Alon treated Marlon.

Some might get Alon confused with Marlon’s actual father.

That’s how serious his relationship with his brother was.

Something Karma understood very well.

Even though her blood brother was gone, she still felt that type of connection with Ezra and Darrow.

She knew her brothers would do anything for her just like she would do anything for them.

 Alon eyed Karma’s body hungrily as she ran around the front of her brother’s house being chased by Cocaine the pomsky puppy he bought her last week.

They got into an argument over what she was wearing even though she was just going outside to play with the dog.

He didn’t want to seem like a possessive boyfriend but he couldn’t help but get upset thinking about another nigga trying to push up on Karma.

With her hair tied up messily on top of her head with a his blue bandana holding it in place, a grey and white sports bra and a pair of tight fitting sweatpants, she looked perfect.

 “Cocaine what are you doing?!” Karma playfully yelled, breaking Alon out of his trance.

His eyes followed Karma’s to see the little puppy running around in a circle.

“Yo that dog slow!”

“Fuck you Lonny. She probably caught a contact from all that shit y’all steady smoking.”

“Come here ma.”

Karma rolled her eyes but still complied, glancing back a few times to make sure her baby didn’t get into something she wasn’t supposed to.

Alon wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her body close to his.

Karma bit back her smile.

“What Lonny?”

“I can’t want ma girl?”

Karma rolled her eyes.

“You saw me doin somethin though.”

“Man fuck that dog.”

“Awe you’re jealous.” Karma gushed poking Alon’s cheek.

He dodged her hands and sucked his teeth.

“Ain’t nobody jealous of that damn mutt.”

“Fine.” Karma dropped his hands from her waist and started to walk away when she felt his arms clamp around her waist.

“Chill, where you goin?”

Karma laughed.

“Nowhere.”

“That’s what the fuck I thought.” He playfully stated before turning her around and kissing her lips passionately.

Karma moaned softly against his lips, feeling Alon grip her sides.

“You know what that does to me girl.” He mumbled against her lips.

Karma glanced up at him and smirked wickedly.

“Come on, let’s get into something.”

Alon raised his eyebrow.

“Som’ like what?”

“Som’ we can’t get into if we out here.” She teased breaking out of his embrace and went to go pick up Cocaine.

Alon licked his lips at the sight and let out a chuckle.

“I mean if we talmbout the same shit then we can do that shit outside, It don’t matter to me.”

“You would say that wouldn’t you.” She joked as she walked past him and made her way inside the house with Alon trailing behind her dancing and grinding behind her without her knowledge.

Finally!

He was patient when it came to Karma but a nigga had needs.

He didn’t turn to anybody else for those needs.

Well he did but it was only Mary Jane.

The second he closed the door behind him and Karma put Cocaine down, it was a wrap.

Picking her up bridal style before tossing her over his shoulder, Alon sped up the stairs and Karma’s room as fast as he could with his cargos sagging.

Her laughter filled the halls and soft screams.

“Lonny put me down!”

“Hush up woman we almost there.”

Karma let out a breath of hot air as her face turned bright pink.

She was nervous.

It wasn’t her first time being intimate but it was her first time being intimate with Alon.

A bunch of things ran through her mind and they all came to a halt the second he tossed her on the bed and closed her room door.

Their eyes met and he stopped moving.

“You ready for this?” He questioned.

Karma nodded her head as she sat up on her elbows.

“You sure?” He repeated as he slowly made his way to her.

“Yes.”

Alon kicked off his shoes and climbed on the bed, hovering over her body.

“You positive?”

“Yes Lonny.”

Alon stared at her face before lowering his to hers before his lips touched hers.

Immediately Karma wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

His hands roamed her body as if they had a mind of their own causing hers to do the exact same.

Being lost in their own little world, only parting to remove each other’s articles of clothing.

When they did part ways, Alon was in his boxers and Karma had on her bra and panties.

Alon glanced down at her body with his bottom lip embedded between his teeth.

“Damn.” He mumbled lowly.

Karma’s whole body went from being pale to bright pink.

Alon looked up at her to see her hands covering her face shyly.

He chuckled before biting her neck roughly.

“Ouch!” She squealed.

“Stop being so scary nigga.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Ya body language says otherwise.”

Karma rolled her eyes before wrapping her fingers around Alon’s braids before yanking them.

“Damn girl!”

“Ha.”

Alon lifted his body up and slapped her thigh hard, turning it red on impact.

“Ah! You asshole!”

“Ha that shit nigga.”

“Shut that shit up and kiss me.” She demanded.

Alon gave her a lazy grin before he did what he was told.

Once again letting his fingers roam the body he knew so well, he followed the trail to her panties and made a beeline for her treasure chest.

Karma let out an airy breath as Alon made love to her with his fingers skillfully.

His lips moved from hers to her neck, sucking on it hard enough to leave his mark.

The sound of her moaning was music to his ears.

It was like his ghetto symphony.

The more he heard it, the more addicted he became to the way she softly moaned out his name.

The way her grip on his braids never loosened up as she yanked his hair in pure bliss making him hiss against her neck.

She was almost there, the land of complete and utter bliss when they heard the front door open and their names being yelled.

“Fuck.” They both mumbled at the same time.

Alon sighed heavily against her neck before lifting his head up to meet her gaze, their expression matching each other’s.

“Ain’t that bout a bitch.” Alon stated before he hopped up out the bed and looked down at Karma before sucking his fingers.

“Damn you taste good.”

Karma just shook her head and sat up.

“They would pop up when we get shit started.” She mumbled angrily as she searched for her clothes.

“At least you almost got there, I ain’t get shit but this.” Alon stated pointing down to his erection.

“Almost doesn’t count babe.” She replied tossing him his clothes.

Alon sucked his teeth and angrily tossed back on his clothing along with Karma.

The pair walked out the room angrily.

Karma was truly right,

Almost doesn’t count.