by Tranay Adams
Tiaz stole a glance of her. The Latin vixen looked scrumptious. Her exposed golden thigh caused the serpent in his Dickies to stir awake. It had been a minute since he had himself a piece and the BBW lying in his friend’s bed would have been a treat.
Tiaz sat at the living room table waiting for his road dawg to return. When Threat re-emerged he was in a pair of starched Levi’s 501 jeans and canvas All-Star Chuck Taylor Converse with fat laces. The fingers of his right hand were clamped around two bricks of money that were as thick as two telephone books. He sat down at the table across from Tiaz and smacked the bricks of money down before him. He then leaned back in his chair, massaging his chin.
“Tell me how you love that?”
Tiaz looked up from the bricks of money and into his comrade’s face, pointing a finger to his own chest. “This is all me?” Threat nodded yes. “Well, good looking. I see working for Don Juan is what it’s cracked up to be?”
“Yeah, there’s some cool money in this crack shit, but it’s too much work, Crimey. Those stacks I just laid on you took a couple weeks to make. When we were out there pulling capers we saw that kind of paper and then some in one day. Shit is peanuts, but like I said this hustle is a means to an end. I’m getting better thangs lined up for me and you, my nigga, feel me?”
“Better thangs like what?” Tiaz leaned closer, giving him his undivided attention.
“In this business I done came across a few niggaz that aren’t particularly happy about how their bosses have been treating them. You know, disgruntled employees and narcissistic side bitches. I know of some cats that we can hit that’s doing their thang. We can hit ‘em all for a payday; I’m talking about a free lunch, Crim.”
“Really?”
“When have you known your nigga to fuck around when it comes to getting that paper?” Threat asked.
“Never.”
“Alright then.”
“What’s up with the boy, Don?”
“What chu mean?”
“Shit, is he ripe for the picking?”
“Nah,” Threat shook his head. “That’s peoples.You know I can’t touch homie.”
“Alright, I’m just tryna see where you’re at with it.”
He and Don Juan were alright. They’d say what’s up to one another in passing but they weren’t homies. Don Juan was Threat’s boy, which was the only reason he hadn’t become another statistic to a two-eleven. Otherwise, his tall pretty ass would have been food for the vultures.
“I hear you, but Don is off limits. I could never bite the hand that feeds me.” Threat told him like it was. “Anyway, fool, where are you holing up at?”
“With homegirl,” Tiaz answered. “I gave her this whole line about me going straight, but that was some bullshit. I just need somewhere to lay my head for a minute. She may not feel how I’ma be getting it in the beginning, so I’ma have to treat her like a virgin.”
“How is that?”
“Ease it in, inch by inch.”
“You’re a fool.” Threat chuckled.
“Let me hold something.” Tiaz exercised his trigger finger and Threat picked up on exactly what he was getting at. He nodded, left the table, and returned with a small black box. He sat it on the table, opened it, and revealed a.9mm Beretta with two fully loaded magazines. Tiaz whistled when he saw the gun. He pulled the box closer and looked its contents over. “This bitch clean?” He inquired of the weapon having any murders on it.
“As the board of health,” Threat assured.
Once he’d finished inspecting the Beretta, Tiaz put it back inside of the box and closed it. He picked it up from the table and slapped hands with his main man. “What chu about to get into?”
“Some Spanish pussy, you want some?” Threat offered up the thick Latina.
“Nah, you know I’m with lil’ momma now.”
“Well, if you ever change your mind, you know my number.” Threat made his hand into a phone and brought it to his ear.
“I just gotta cell, I’ma text you my number. You let me know when you ready to make that move.” Tiaz stated seriously, staring Threat dead in his eyes. He couldn’t wait to get back on the scene on his stickup shit. It wasn’t just the money; it was the thrills he got from pulling jobs.
“We on, my nigga, they done fucked up and let the dogs loose.” Threat slapped hands with Tiaz and embraced him.
The muscle headed goon grabbed his bricks of money and fled the house.
On the way to Chevy’s house, Tiaz made a quick pit stop to pick up something he felt would get him in her son’s good graces.
***
When Tiaz pulled up in front of Chevy’s house, Savon was out on the porch smoking a blunt and staring up at the twinkling stars sprinkled throughout the sky. Tiaz executed the engine and looked out of his window at Savon.
“Who’s that?” Tiaz asked.
Chevy looked out of the window then back to Tiaz. “That’s Savon, my lil’ brother. He watches my son for me sometimes. Come on, I’ll introduce you.” They grabbed the shopping bags and made toward the house. “Where’s Te’Qui?”
“He’s in house watching TV.”
“Thanks for watching him.”
“No problem.” He took a pull from his blunt.
“This is my friend I was telling you about. Savon meet Tiaz.Tiaz meet Savon.” Chevy made the introductions.
“What’s up, homie?” Tiaz dapped up Savon.
“‘Sup with it?” Savon threw his head back a little. “I need to holla at chu for a minute, my nigga.” Tiaz handed the bags to Chevy and kissed her on the cheek.
“Savon.” Chevy shot him a warning expression with a raised eyebrow.
“Don’t trip I just wanna holla at my man and see where he’s at with it.” He assured her with a smirk.
“What’s cracking?” Tiaz asked Savon once Chevy had left.
Savon took a few puffs of the loud and passed it off Tiaz. He took pulls as he listened to what Chevy’s brother had to say. “You’re fresh out, huh? What were you in for?”
“I shot the fool that beat up my old lady and robbed her.” Tiaz said as if it were nothing.
“What happened with cha lady? Does my sister know about her?”
“My girl broke up with me while I was on lock, and yes, your sister does know about her.”
Savon nodded in understanding. “So, uh, where are you from, homie?”
“Hoover.”
“I’ma Outlaw. Eastside Rolling 20s,” Savon threw up the B. “It’s all love, though. Since you’re gonna be fucking my sister that practically makes us family. Check this out, though, fam. My sister and my lil’ nephew in there are my mothafucking heart,” he smacked his hand over his leftbreast. “Besides my business and my goons, they’re all I have. I don’t have to tell you what would happen if a nigga was to play with my loved ones, feel me?” Tiaz nodded. “Alright, dawg, I’m outta here.” Savon tucked his hands into his jacket’s pockets and stepped off of the porch, heading for his car. Tiaz finished the L he left behind and headed into the house.
***
When Tiaz stepped inside he saw Te’Qui sitting on the couch watching TV. He hung up his jacket at the coatstand and approached him. “What’s up, lil’ homie?” He held out his fist. Te’Qui laughed at something that happened on screen, completely ignoring him. “What chu watching, man?” Tiaz tried a different approached. Again, the little nigga ignored him and kept his eyes on the screen.
Seeing what the youngster was doing, Chevy came out of the kitchen where she was preparing dinner, picked up the remote control, and turned off the TV.
Te’Qui sucked his teeth and turned around on the couch toward his mother. “What chu doing?” he asked.
“We have a guest, why don’t chu try being hospitable.” Chevy said.
“Who? This nigga?” Te’Qui pointed a thumb over his shoulder at Tiaz.
“His name is Tiaz. He is an adult and you will show him respect.”
Tiaz held out his fist for th
e young nigga to give him dap. Te’Qui looked at his fist and then up at him, shooting him a funny look.
“Te’Qui, what did you tell me the other night? What did you promise me, huh?” Chevy asked. He exhaled and dapped up Tiaz.
Tiaz sat on the couch. He was a bit uncomfortable because it was plain Te’Qui didn’t want him around. Annoyance was written across the child’s face. After minutes of tension filled silence, Te’Qui abruptly stood to his feet. “Boy, am I beat, I’m finna lay it down.” He rose to his feet and headed for the hallway.
“You sure you can’t stay up for a few ticks? I thought maybe we’d play Call of Duty Advance Warfare.” Tiaz said.
“Call of Duty Advance Warfare?”
“Yep,” Tiaz pulled the video game from a Game Stop bag.
“You tryna buy me?” Te’Qui shot the thug a dirty look and tilted his head.
“Nope, I was hoping to rent. Come on, grab a controller.” Tiaz patted the empty space on the couch next to him. He then loaded the video game into the PS4. For a time Te’Qui just stood there with his arms folded across his chest thinking to himself. Tiaz closed the PS4, grabbed a controller for himself and Te’Qui, and sat back on the couch. “Are you tryna play, or what?”
“Alright, but I’m only playing one game,” he said, grabbing the joy stick.
Tiaz and Te’Qui ended up staying up all night playing Call of Duty Advance Warfare. They laughed and shot the shit like a couple of old college buddies. Although Te’Qui had to go to school the next day, Chevy didn’t have the heart to stop him. She liked the fact that her new man and her son were getting along. Standing in the doorway looking at the men of her life fooling around and having a good time, brought a smile to her face. She hoped things would continue to run smoothly between two of the most important men in her life. She was looking forward to having the family she’d always dreamt about.
Tiaz realized he was kicking Te’Qui’s ass in Call of Duty. The game had been pretty much one sided with the youngster handing down the beating, so he knew something was up. He looked to his right and found him with his head leaned back and his mouth wide open, snoring. Tiaz smiled. He turned off the PS4, pulled off Te’Qui’s sneakers and draped a blanket over him before heading off into Chevy’s bedroom.
Chapter 10
Chevy led Tiaz by the hand inside of the bathroom where she turned the dial of the shower. The showerhead sprayed hot water that slowly began to create a fog that rolled across the floor and engulfed the air. The quarters became warm and comforting, sort of like a sauna.
Tiaz went to pull off his shirt but feeling a hand grasp his arm stopped him. Looking over his shoulder, he found his lady already stripped down to her bra and panties.
“Hold on, King, I got chu.” She undid her bra and allowed it to roll down her shoulders before she snatched it off.
She let it drop to the floor and slipped off her panties, leaving them strewn on the linoleum. She then attended to her man, peeling his clothes off of his diamond hard body. His back, arms and legs were all bulging with muscles, looking like they’d been chiseled. He was built like a black Superman. Even his back had muscles.It looked like an upside down pyramid and it lead up to a perfectly sculpted tight, slightly hairy ass.
Chevy took the time to admire her man’s physique. The sight of him made her pussy purr. She had to bite down at the corner of her bottom lip.
Down, girl, we’ve gotta take care of our king right now.
Chevy stuck her hand into the water and tested the temperature. She turned the dial for the cold water a little and felt the water again. It was just right. She helped Tiaz into the tub and grabbed the loofah. She got it soapy with some Dove body wash and motioned her man to turn his back. He did as she commanded, planting his big hands against the tiled walls. He bowed his head and closed his eyes, letting the water coat his form. While he assumed the position, she washed him up, scrubbing every inch of his form admiring every groove, crevasse and indention.
Once she was done she dried him off and led him back inside of the bedroom.
The fresh sent of Coconut Vanilla scented candles teased his nasal passages causing him to close his eyes and grin. The flames of the candles danced on the walls casting shadows. When he peeled his eyes open, Chevy was sitting on the edge of the bed, motioning him over. She was wearing a Kimono and on the nightstand beside her were various oils.
“Lay down on your back, baby, I’ma give you a massage.” She poured some of the oil into her palm and rubbed her hands together. Once he lay across the bed, she straddled him and massaged him from the top of his shoulders to his lower buttocks. Her hands went over the curve of his ass and dipped down to his muscular legs, working their way down them.
Head rested against the pillow, eyes closed, he smiled.
Baby sho’ know how to pamper a nigga, he thought, enjoying the special treatment.
When Chevy was done with his back, she made him turn over. She oiled him from his neck on down, taking her sweet time, making sure he enjoyed every moment of her effort.
Her delicate hands went over his rock hard abs and over his shaved public region. His dick was semi erect, lying partially against his thigh. She grabbed it and stroked it up and down gently, watching his face as she did so. He hummed and licked his lips as his meat grew as hard as steel. The sound of her greasy hands sliding up and down his dick filled his ears. She tugged up and down his membercausing it to reach its full potential. She continued to stroke his fuck organ bringing his foreskin over the head of it then down below it.
“You like that, baby?” Chevy cracked a smile as she worked him.
“Mmmmm, yes, baby, I love it.” He turned his head and his eyes flickered. “Faster, baby, faster.”
“You got it, daddy.” She squeezed his meat slightly tighter, stroking it from top to bottom as if she was fucking it with her pussy. She watched as he squirmed and felt his dick pulsate, veins bulging with its head throbbing.
“Yes, baby, don’t stop.” He stole a peek, seeing her stroke him quicker. “Stroke that mothafucka, stroke ‘em. Sssssss, yeah, yeah, yeah,” She squeezed tighter, stroked faster. “Like that, just like that!” His head dropped down into the pillow, sinking in.
“You gon’ cum for me, daddy? Huh? You gon’ gimmie that nut?”
“Oh, yes, yes, baby, I’ma...” His eyes turned to their whites as the pleasure of her gentle palms choked him up. “I’ma cum. I’ma cum real hard! Ughhh!” He popped like the cork of a bottle of Champagne and his children oozed out of his head, slicking over her knuckles. She scooped the warm goo up and used it to keep, tugging up and down his dick.
His body twitched as he released and she worked whatever little bit of baby batter he had left in him.
“Goddamn that shit was fiyah.” He watched her wipe her hands off with a washcloth as he pushed and pulled on his dick, getting it back to its hardness.
“Let me gon’ get that out chu.” He made to get up, still groping his member. He had bent at the waistline when she placed a hand against his chest, slowing his roll.
“I got this.” She capped with a crooked smile. “I’ma take care of you now, King. You can take care of yoQueen later, alright?” He nodded. “Smooth.”
He lay back in bed and she straddled him. He felt her kisses traveling down his washboard stomach and down toward his southern region. His rod grew hard and created a tent in his boxer-briefs. She slowly pulled his underwear down exposing his abundant pubic hair and every inch of his endowment. His manhood was thick with just the right amount of length. She feasted her eyes on his prize and couldn’t wait to feel his girth within her tight walls. She rolled a black condom down onto his meat while playing with her bald pussy, slicking it wet. Standing on her bending knees, she carefully brought her womanhood onto his dick, eloping the two.
“Sssssss.” She hissed and closed her eyes, biting down on the corner of her lip.
“Mmmm.” Tiaz spoke softly, lying back with his hands clasped behind his head,
watching her do her thing.
Chevy licked her lips as she slowly rotated her hips, shifting his love muscle as it remained buried inside of her. She felt a mixture of pleasure and pain as she rode him with both of her manicured hands placed on his muscular chest. After a while, it began to feel blissful. Tiaz could tell she’d found her rhythm once she started showing out. The way she threw it on him caused him to holler out like a bitch.
“Ahhh, fuck!”
“Uh huh,” she threw her head back and kept that thang pumping on him. “Haa! Haa! Haa! Haa!” she breathed heavily, matching his husky draws of breath.
Chevy was working him hard, digging her nails further into his pecks. His endowment massaging her interior felt good, so good that she pulled her fingers back, drawing trickles of blood. “Argghhh.” He grunted, with his face balling up and his jaws squaring. The pussy was all of that. He could nearly feel her warmth and moisture through the condom.
“Oooooh, yes, yes, yes,” she hollered out in sensual pleasure. “There it go, there that shit go, I can feel it.”
Pat ! Pat ! Pat! Pat!
She came down on that thang, her ample ass mashing and forming back, each and everytime it met with his public hair. He watched with delight. The sight was hypnotizing. He was in a trance. He couldn’t look away. Goddamn! Light skin was blowing his mind.
With his dick still inside of her, she turned around so her back would be facing him. She held his ankles and got on bended knees.
The noise of damp flesh slapping together sounded throughout the bedroom as she threw her big yellow ass down onto his mound. He gripped her ass cheeks as she threw it into him, watching the ripple effect that occurred when her butt collided with his pelvis. His face contorted in ecstasy and semen began to build up in his love muscle.