Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do

by Shvonne Latrice

After Blaise called Nichole, we entered the club since I’d told the bouncer her name and to unfortunately let her ass in. Blaise and I headed up into the VIP section of Canopy as people danced their asses off to “Chanel” by Young Thug. I dapped the homies up and then introduced them all to Blaise as she stood there looking fine as shit. I couldn’t stop thinking about eating her pussy earlier, and low-key wished I hadn’t brushed the taste from my mouth.

  “Nigga.” My brother Manny gave me a look and slapped my hand as Will shook his head.

  “I know,” I replied, laughing at his reaction to beautiful ass Blaise.

  “Teach me yo’ fucking ways,” Manny stressed. “Whole team is solid.”

  “I’m saying.” Siggy gave Manny a look as I brought Blaise into my lap.

  “What does that mean?” She looked over her shoulder at me.

  “Nothing.” I kissed the corner of her mouth.

  By the time her homegirl came up, I had rolled up my weed, so I lit it up and took a deep toke on it.

  “Don’t get that in my hair,” Blaise whined, turning her body in my lap some and swinging her hair to the opposite side.

  “You so fucking bougie.” I laughed, and so did she. “Try it.”

  “I’ve smoked before.”

  “Not with me.”

  She stared for a minute before flashing her pretty smile, and then she put her lips to it. For the next few minutes, we passed the blunt back and forth, and I could tell her little ass was high as shit. Not to mention we’d shared three fucking glasses of Hennessy. I offered for her to have her own glass, but she insisted she only wanted a sip, which was a lie.

  “You lit,” I whispered just before we kissed slowly. Her lips were juicy. I felt her homegirl watching us on the sly as Ozzy got all in her grill, trying to fuck with her. “I wish you weren’t because I can’t fuck you now.” I pecked on Blaise’s neck and collarbone, then between her breasts. I’d never wanted to smash a bitch so badly in my fucking life.

  “I usually only get like this with my friends, because Merlin is like my damn daddy when we go places.”

  “That’s why I’m taking you from him.”

  She shook her head and covered her face for a moment before looking back down into my eyes. I didn’t think I’d ever seen a female this fucking pretty, and I’d seen a lot of cute ass bitches. This one female Maia was a close second, but Blaise was for sure number one.

  “I can’t deal with you, Cortez. I have a baby, and you have a certain lifestyle that I can’t have around her.”

  “Yet you right here, in another state, dealing with me. So what the fuck you talking ’bout?” I started to kiss on her neck as my hand glided up her thigh and under her dress.

  Before she could say anything, I began thumbing her clit as the music continued to blast over the club.

  “We’re in public.” She laughed, giving me a wide grin before moaning softly and nibbling on her plump bottom lip.

  Ignoring her, I leaned my head closer for a kiss, and she reciprocated immediately.

  A few hours later…

  We left the club around 3 a.m., and I made Blaise come to my suite instead of the one I had her in with her friend. I would have cancelled that shit, but I knew Blaise would have to move all her shit out, and it was too late for all that. So once she got some shit to sleep in and use for tomorrow, it was back to my spot.

  “Let’s shower,” I told her as soon as we got into the room.

  “Together?” She smirked, leaning up against the wall. Her hair was disheveled as shit, but nothing she did could be unattractive at fucking all. She looked happy as hell, and I hadn’t noticed until now that she looked the opposite usually.

  “Of course. Bring yo’ fine ass on.” I walked into the bathroom, pulling her by the hand behind me.

  After cutting the water on, we started to undress, and I expected her to be like most females, all shy and shit when naked in front of a new nigga, but she wasn’t. Her body was insane like a muthafucka, and she knew it as she stared me in the eyes while tying her hair up.

  “Just a shower and nothing else.” She smiled and then walked past me to get in.

  I followed behind her like a kid in a fucking candy store, then got right to soaping her body up. She didn’t say shit as I felt on her as if she was my bitch, and she was. I didn’t give a fuck about the nigga she had back in LA at all. And once he got word of what I had his girl out here doing, he wasn’t gon’ do shit about it but get his ass knocked the fuck out.

  Once Blaise and I were both clean, we changed and then got into the one big ass bed I had in here.

  “I swear I’m not trying to seduce you. I really wear this to sleep.” She was sitting, propped up on her feet as I laid down on my back.

  She had on some little ass cotton shorts that were damn near panties, and some kind of bra shit.

  “I don’t mind.” I rubbed up her thighs. They were thick and smooth like butter. A nigga couldn’t wait to be in between them muthafuckas.

  She got quiet for a second and said, “I haven’t cum that hard like I did in the club tonight in months.” She laughed when I jerked my neck back to look at her.

  “Fuck is you talking about? You ain’t been fucked in months?”

  “No, I have, I just haven’t been… you know. Unless he eats my pussy. I shouldn’t be telling you this.” She laughed again, covering her face for a moment.

  “Let me make you cum.”

  “You already did—”

  “Nah, like actually. Every woman deserves that shit. I feel bad for ya pussy right now, on God.”

  “You just want an excuse to fuck me, Cortez.”

  “I don’t need to make shit up, baby. You know I wanna fuck you, but I’m serious as shit. Let me make you cum, and then I’ll stop once you do.”

  I was hoping like hell she didn’t have some phenomenal ass pussy that would make it hard for me to keep my promise, but baby girl definitely needed some good dick.

  “No—”

  “I’m not asking. Come here.” I sat up, throwing my legs off the side of the bed.

  Hesitantly, she crawled over, so I brought her around to sit in my lap. Reaching into the top drawer, I grabbed the condom box I had stashed in there and pulled one out.

  “So you just knew this was gonna happen?” She looked down at the box.

  “No, but I knew it was possible I would fuck somebody.” When I said that, she tried to move from my lap, but I kept her in place. “Aye, one thing you gon’ learn is that I don’t sugarcoat shit. I always say how I feel and answer shit honestly. You asked if I knew I was getting pussy, and I told you the truth, straight up. Regardless of all that other shit though, right now I wanna fuck you until you cum.”

  “Okay.” She nodded. Blaise was feisty as hell, but she just needed somebody to shut her ass the fuck up sometimes.

  After putting on the condom, I laid her on her back to remove her bottoms. Kissing down her stomach, I sucked on her inner thighs before trailing my tongue up the length of her pussy slowly. She was soaking before I even got to that point, so I knew she’d been wanting to get fucked by a nigga for a minute.

  Picking her back up, I made her straddle my lap and then positioned the head of my dick at her opening. She gripped my shoulders as I brought her down onto my dick, forcing my way inside of her. Her pussy was tight as fuck. She was paralyzed at the moment, so I moved her hips up and down as she whimpered, until my dick was gliding in and out with ease.

  “Mmm.” Her voice trembled as she came that fucking quickly.

  “You want another one?” I asked her, and she nodded, face twisted up as I put her legs on my shoulders.

  I began pounding her pussy like I was tenderizing meat, and like the last time, she was creaming down my shaft in only a couple minutes. I fell backward, gripping her hips and enjoying the fuck out of this pussy. I knew she had some good shit, but damn. And watching her ride my dick right now was like a damn dream.

  “Oh my gosh,” she cooed
, tensing up before cumming again.

  “Shit, Blaise, baby, get off.”

  She did as I asked but slowly, so I yanked her up and then made her face the other way before bringing her pussy down onto my mouth. It was something about eating her pussy, and now knowing how good the shit felt made it taste even fucking better. Once she let loose again, I licked her clean and then put her on her back.

  “Fuck.” She panted, almost like an aftershock as she breathed heavily while I lied between her legs.

  “Aye, I go to St. Louis tomorrow. You’re coming with me. It’s just for a day, aight?”

  “Okay.” She nodded.

  We kissed for a little bit before getting up to clean ourselves, and then passing the fuck out.

  Blaise

  The next morning…

  My eyes fluttered open to see the beautiful tall ceiling of this Ferrari suite, and last night’s memories flooded my mind right away. Looking over to my left, I saw Belly was gone, so I quickly sat up.

  “Ah,” I whimpered softly. My pussy was sore as hell, which I wasn’t even expecting. Belly was very well endowed and hammered me like it was going out damn style, so I shouldn’t have been surprised.

  But right now, I was panicking because he wasn’t in the room. I came here talking all of that shit about just watching him fight and ended up doing a whole lot more.

  When he offered to make me cum, it was too hard to turn it down, because Merlin hadn’t brought me to an orgasm in months. My attraction to Belly, in conjunction with his offer, was a deadly combination that I fell for. And the fact that he made me cum in a couple minutes had me feeling some type of way. I wasn’t sure if I could leave that dick alone. Plus, his pussy eating skills were for the books. Shit.

  I wasn’t the cheating type at all, but something had just come over me last night; the same feeling I always got when I was around him. And now that damn feeling got me fucked and dumped.

  Grabbing my iPhone, I was surprised to see I had a text from him on my screen. Swiping over, I opened it right away.

  Belly: Had some interviews this morning. We’re leaving this afternoon.

  I smiled, realizing he hadn’t dipped out on me, and then went to text Priscilla.

  Me: I let him.

  Priscilla: Fuck you? How, Blaise? Lmao.

  Priscilla: I actually knew you would. NO ONE just hangs with niggas like Belly. They’ll get you to bust it open. Lol.

  Me: Lmao! I don’t even know how, but he didn’t finish so it doesn’t count right?

  Priscilla: Nope! Lol.

  I put my phone up then went to take a hot bath so I could soak my bottom half. Once out, I brushed, flossed, then rinsed with Listerine, before slipping into some tights, a tube top, and my Yeezy 700’s.

  Luckily, I’d brought a bunch of extra outfits, so I would be fine out in St. Louis. After calling my mother to check on my baby, I left out to head back to my suite to see if Nichole wanted to go eat.

  “Damn, I thought you forgot about me.” Nichole sucked her teeth when I walked into the suite and sat down.

  “Nope.”

  “Why are you smiling so hard? Did you sleep with him?” Her eyes widened as she brushed her hair. She was in a pair of the smallest shorts ever and a tube top.

  “No. We didn’t do anything, just chilled and went to sleep,” I lied. No way was I about to tell Nichole’s ass I let Belly hit… kind of.

  “Hmm, well good. I’m proud of you for not messing around on Merlin.” She put her brush into her purse. “Our flight leaves in a few hours, so if we’re gonna go eat, we should go now.”

  “Oh, it’s just gonna be you. I’m going with Belly to St. Louis for a day.” I stood up.

  “For what, Blaise?”

  “Because I want to go, Nichole. I’m grown. I do what the fuck I want to do when I want to do it.”

  “I get that, but I’m just confused on why you’re traveling with him if it’s not even like that between y’all.”

  “I just told you why. Now come on, I’m hungry.”

  I wasn’t about to explain to Nichole’s ass or anybody else my decisions. I was twenty-three years old and wasn’t about to be living like some fifty-year-old who’d been married for thirty years. I was young, and I liked to experience things.

  And the fact that I’d taken a liking to Belly was another plus. He was fun and very different from what I’d been experiencing with Merlin. Don’t get me wrong, Merlin wasn’t some dried up ass grandpa, but he was nowhere near as carefree as Belly, and that was a turn on.

  At breakfast, Nichole seemed to be bothered, and I guess it was because she really didn’t want me traveling with Belly. I understood she was being a friend, but she was doing way too much. If I wanted to get some side dick, she should be all for it and shut the fuck up; kind of how Priscilla did. This was why I would have much rather she came versus Nichole.

  “You know I could come to Missouri too if you don’t wanna go alone since you don’t know him like that.”

  “I’m fine, Nichole, but thanks.” Just as I was about to speak, my phone started ringing, and I saw it was a number that I didn’t have stored. “Hello?”

  “Hi, is this Blaise Cansino?”

  “Yes, this is she.” I sat up straight, having no idea what this call was for. I didn’t like getting random phone calls when I was away from my baby.

  “Hi, my name is Martha, and I work for Silver Fox Pictures. You recently auditioned for the movie Drain, and we wanted to go ahead and offer you the part of Amanda. Would you be able to come down this Wednesday and discuss the details?”

  “Yes, of course. What time?”

  “Would 9 a.m. be fine? We have a lot to talk about, and then we want to get some photos and things.”

  “Yep, that’s perfect. I appreciate the opportunity. Thank you.”

  “No, thank you. See you soon.”

  I was smiling so damn hard that Nichole frowned in response as if I were weird. This Drain movie was something I really wanted because it was going to a few theaters and Netflix. It wasn’t some worldwide theatrical release, but it was definitely a start. This would be my first film that went to theaters, and the feeling of my hard work finally paying off was euphoric.

  “I got that part; the lead part I auditioned for.” I finally said something since Nichole was still staring.

  “Damn, congrats,” she replied somewhat dryly.

  I doubted Nichole was exactly happy for me, but like always, I never saw her ass as a friend per se; just an associate. I just kind of kept her around when I needed a companion if Priscilla couldn’t come. By saying that, I didn’t expect much from Nichole. I didn’t trust her because only a fool would, hence why I didn’t mention somewhat fucking Belly, but she was useful for things like this Vegas trip and when I needed a lunch or nail shop buddy.

  We ordered some brunch and just talked while we ate. Hurriedly, we went back to the room so Nichole could get her things and get to the airport.

  “Where did this big ass bouquet of roses come from?” Nichole frowned as we walked further into the room.

  On the brown wooden desk, there was a glass vase with red roses inside. There had to be about 75 to 100 of them, and they were so vibrant and beautiful.

  “No idea.” I walked over and grabbed the pink card sitting in them, then opened it slowly in case this was for Nichole from her man, Ian.

  You better like this shit. - Belly

  I laughed a little louder than I wanted to, so I covered my mouth to lower the volume.

  “What?” Nichole asked, taking the card from me as I surveyed the flowers. It was so beautiful that I wanted to post the picture I took on Instagram, but I knew I couldn’t. Them blogs, Merlin, and everybody else watched me like a hawk. And once Merlin saw a bouquet of roses, knowing he didn’t give them to me, he’d go berserk. “He gave you this and you didn’t sleep with him?” Nichole added.

  “Yup.” I half smiled, admiring the arrangement. “Come on, bitch, you have to go.” I tu
rned to give Nichole a look. After staring at me strangely like she’d been doing all weekend, she scoffed then got to gathering the rest of her things.

  Belly was quite the charmer with his rude ass…

  St. Louis, Missouri…

  It was around 4 p.m. when we got to St. Louis, so after dropping our things off at the hotel, I went with Belly to a meeting almost. Technically, he was just picking up some shoes, but the sneakers were the latest collaboration between the Off-White brand and Nike. Belly was the first person to get an exclusive pair.

  I watched as they took pictures of his sexy ass, along with the designer and a few other people in which he signed things for.

  “For you.” He handed me a box of shoes as we left out with his manager and them ContraBandz niggas in tow. Will, who I learned was his sports photographer, was there too. His brother Manny came along to Missouri, but he was back at the hotel sleeping.

  “Aww, thank you. You’re so sweet.” I giggled, flipping the custom Nike box top open to survey the shoes. They were dope as hell, and I knew they’d be hard to get because the Off-White Nike collaborations were always gone in seconds.

  “Kill it,” Belly replied to my coo, making me chuckle as we climbed into the all-black truck.

  We put our shoes and other merchandise up in the nice ass Four Seasons hotel room, and then Belly and I decided to go have an early dinner before going out tonight with everyone.

  We ended up at this rooftop restaurant inside of the hotel, and it was such a nice atmosphere. You could literally see almost everything because the restaurant was on the eighth floor.

  “So is this a date?” I asked. The sun was setting already, so the temperature was perfect for what I had on. I wasn’t dressed up because this ‘dinner’ was unexpected, but I did have on a tight pink dress.

  “Yeah. Come sit over here,” he replied.

  I got up to sit by him on the couch portion connected to the table, and he moved a little bit before putting his arm around my shoulders.

  “Do any of your other family members come see you fight? Or just Manny?” I asked once the waiter placed our drinks down and left.