by MìChaune
Zay and Kofi grilled each other.
“I guess I . . .” Zay was the first to look away.
“Next time, do what I ask you to do. Now we gotta wait a month before we get another job lined up for us. We gotta balance this tricking and robbery shit, man.”
Zay picked up his cash and left.
“I should kill him,” Kofi grumbled once the door closed.
“Why you say that?” 9ine wondered.
“Because he’s about to be a problem, that’s why. You didn’t see that new ’fit Tracey rockin’? Cost at least five hundred dollars. That’s why I told y’all: only get what you need to shit, shower, and shave. Nothing else. Give Leshaun the rest of the money. Help with a bill or two.”
9ine let it go. He didn’t want to argue with Kofi. All he knew was that, in thirty-six hours, they knocked down 5 percent of the dent needed to fix the Gamble property. He knew his mom and aunt had other plans and may have matched what they made tonight. 9ine loved when he, Kofi, and Zay were getting along and he hated when they appeared to be at war with one another. Kofi and Zay were the closest things to brothers he had, and he didn’t really rock with Ten socially once he got in his teens. Leshaun spared her from tricking and deep down he was glad.
The thought crossed his mind to check on his mom to make sure she was all right.
Chapter Twenty-three
Leshaun couldn’t hide her excitement as she rolled through the streets of Asheville with Prince. He gave her a late-night tour of the city behind the wheel of his metallic black Jaguar F-TYPE coupe. She felt like a third grade student on a field trip. Prince wasn’t a man of her lifestyle. He wasn’t hood or a thug, and the challenge he presented tested Leshaun to stay on point. Her thoughts ran wild when they reached his yellow four-bedroom home under a full moon.
“Welcome to my home.” He smiled as he drove into the two-car garage.
Leshaun waited until he slowed to a stop before she showed her gratitude. “C’mere.” She motioned with her finger.
Prince leaned toward her and pressed his lips against hers. He tasted her mouth like a glass of aged wine. He sucked on her tongue and lips and slid his hand up her thigh with the engine running.
Leshaun caressed his face, kissing him and showing him the undeniable desire she had for him. She moaned against his sweet lips when his fingers stroked the side of her breasts. Each thump of her heart matched the whetting pulse of her pussy. In the height of her passion, she lowered a hand across the center console and down between his legs. She lightly bit his bottom lip when she discovered the lump below his waist.
“Help me,” she moaned breathlessly against his lips. “Pull it out.”
Prince spread his legs as she fumbled with his belt. He took her tongue back inside his mouth as the garage door lowered behind them. His dick strained under his clothes, waiting to spring free. He slid his hand up her arm when her fingers dove inside his pants. This was the best feeling in the world to Prince. Well, maybe not the best, but it stood in the top range.
“Hands on the wheel,” she whispered with her fingers circled around his dick.
“Baby,” he panted against her neck. “Let’s go in—”
“Do it!” She squeezed his dick with all her strength.
He licked up her neck as he followed her command.
“Now sit back. And don’t you dare take your hands off the wheel.”
Prince sat speechless as Leshaun adjusted her position to lean over in his lap. She stroked his dick up and down, pausing to smear whatever drops of precum over the tip she found. He flexed his grip on the padded leather steering wheel as Leshaun lowered her wet mouth down his penis. The warmth from her mouth took his breath.
“Leshaun,” he groaned as her head bobbed up and down over his lap. “Ooohh, baby, this feels so good! Mmmm, your mouth is so wet! Lips so soft.”
She maintained a controlled pace and massaged him with her soothing wet lips. His flavorsome dick stretched her jaws as she tried to swallow all of him. She couldn’t restrain herself to stop. Up and down she sucked, constricting her lips on the upward trip.
“Leshaun, please don’t stop!” he blurted with a concentrated grip on the wheel.
She sped up, sucking fast, slurping at her own spit and the overflow of precum. Her mouth tried to consume the solid flesh over and over. She lost her rhythm for a moment when his ass shot off the seat, pushing more of his dick up her throat. No complaints rolled from her mouth. Her tongue flicked up and down his shaft; she needed this. She took him back inside her mouth, mad with a thirst for him.
Prince wriggled inside the cavity of her sensual mouth. He chanted her name as she bathed his dick with her warm and wet tongue. “Leshaun!” His foot hit the accelerator, revving the engine. “Leshaun!” he shouted, fucking upward into her mouth. The RPMs rose. She kept sucking as the growl of the engine bounced off the walls.
Leshaun sucked piggishly on his lubricious hammer as slobber ringed her bobbing lips. His climax raced up and into her mouth without warning. She surprised herself by the raw reaction she treated him with. She swallowed his warmth, and cuddled him against her face while kissing it.
Prince eased his foot off the pedal when Leshaun sat up. “Why . . . why did you do that?” he asked in a state of shock.
Leshaun wiped her mouth as it sank in. She shrugged. Damn! I’m tripping for real!
He sat in silence for a moment. “That was the best!”
She forced herself to look at him. “I don’t know why I just did that,” she explained. “But FYI, I don’t regret doing it and—”
“It’s natural, baby.”
She had to smile at his use of her own words. “Um, I’m in need of a shower because I’m like, really soaked from sucking your dick.”
“How about I tend to that? And then we can take a shower together.”
She glanced at his wet, limp dick. “That’s what’s up.”
Seconds later she stepped out of the Jaguar and wondered what awaited her inside his home.
* * *
Sated to the point of falling asleep, Leshaun had that feeling after she squirted her fifth wall-climbing climax from Prince’s handsome face.
“I noticed you didn’t bring a bunch of clothes,” he called from the shower.
Leshaun rolled to her side and admired his silhouette through the green frosted shower glass. Her body tingled at the sight of him. “You had me under a deadline,” she replied from his large bed.
“I’ll take you shopping tomorrow. And it’s not up for any debate.”
“Yes, my king,” she joked. “So, what is it you do again? Your career?”
“I work at IHOP, and I pimp these hoes.”
Leshaun rolled her eyes. She hated that he took her occupation as a joke sometimes. “Then you must be good at it to live like this.”
“I get by,” he replied modestly. “Oh, yeah! Guess what’s buzzing on YouTube? It hit the scene and went viral just a few minutes before I got off work.”
“What?” she asked with little interest.
“Well, this lesbian basketball player got caught cheating by her partner with a man and the girl robbed them.”
Leshaun sat up. “When did it happen?”
“At the DoubleTree Hilton on Hendersonville Road. It’s crazy because the girl got put on blast by her partner for not being all the way gay.”
None of that shit mattered to Leshaun. Her concern sat with Zay not getting caught up. “Uh, did they catch the girl who robbed them?”
“Not that I know of. If you want to view it, you can you use my iPad on the dresser. It’s already online.”
Leshaun shot from under the covers and crossed the room naked. She had to view the clip to make sure Zay hadn’t fucked up in any form or fashion.
“What time is it? My watch is on the night table,” Prince asked.
“Four fifteen.” She read the time off the iPad as she carried it back to the bed.
“I’ll set the alarm for noon be
cause you’re wearing me out.”
Leshaun ignored his comment as she sat cross-legged on the bed with the iPad on her lap. “What’s the clip listed under?”
“Uh, ‘Busted My Cheating Bitch,’” he told her. “It’s about a five-minute rant.”
Leshaun viewed the YouTube clip from start to end. The WNBA star’s lover put her on blast for the world to see. There was no mention of Zay’s name or nothing that could lead to an arrest. From what she viewed, the basketball player’s lover was simply and deservingly so pissed. Relieved, she left YouTube and pulled up her Facebook page while Prince continued his shower. She was shocked that Lloyd sent her an instant message. Leshaun rolled her eyes at one of his posts on her wall.
Hope we can work our issues out. I do miss you!
She scrolled down the page, deleting Lloyd’s posts because she knew he wasn’t talking ’bout shit! In truth, no one on her page earned a reply. She glanced toward the shower to check on Prince. Damn, he take showers longer than me! With time on her side, she typed in a name to search: Zay Brown.
She wanted to check the status on the next lick. “Damn!” she muttered when she discovered his page was private. After a few seconds though, she sent a friend request and left the next move up to Zay.
By the time Prince exited the shower, Leshaun was done with the iPad. She greeted him with a sultry tongue kiss when he rejoined her under the green satin sheet. They touched each other intimately, her hand gently stroking his dick, his fingers fiddling the slippery folds of her pussy. She lay under him, shocked at her need of more sex. They took separate showers to avoid fucking again. All it did for them was a period to rest.
“You smell so good!” He licked between her plump breasts as his new erection filled her hand.
“Let’s do it one more time,” she gasped. “And then we’ll call it a night.”
“I can’t get enough of you,” he moaned as his dick brushed up the length of her sopping wet pussy.
“Grab a condom right quick.” She squirmed as she gripped his penis like a joystick.
Prince reached blindly for the box of condoms on the night table. He took her left nipple inside his mouth as he flipped his watch aside.
“Hurry, baby.” She rubbed all over his chest and shoulders.
Prince reached back and hooked her right leg in the bend of his arm. “Shit!” he blurted.
“What?” Leshaun stared up at him.
Prince rolled from between her legs with a heavy sigh.
“Prince, what’s wrong?” Leshaun sat up quickly with her titties swaying.
Her answer came when he dropped the empty box of condoms between them. “We used them all.”
“For real! How many was in it?”
“Uh, six.”
Leshaun laid her hand on his hard stomach. “Please tell me you have some more.”
“If I did, I would have it on.”
“Well, you need to go out and get some.”
“At four in the morning?”
“Yes, at four in the morning. Now get up and get going.”
Prince came up on his elbows. “You serious?”
She nodded and slid her hand up and down his stomach. “Yes,” she whispered just before she leaned in for a kiss.
Four minutes later he backed out of the garage in his Jaguar to meet the needs of his younger mate.
Leshaun fought and won against the urge to snoop around after Prince left. The house was strange and unfamiliar to her, so she remained in bed. Think I might suck his dick again, she thought as she lightly rubbed her clit. She closed her eyes and tried to think of something kinky to surprise him with. Her mind focused in on his deep attraction to her breasts. In nearly every position, he either had his hand or mouth on one or both of her ample breasts. She grinned. I’ll let him titty fuck me. And then I’ll—
Her thoughts were stalled by an alerting tone from her smartphone. She threw the sheets back and rolled to Prince’s side of the bed to grab her smartphone. The familiar tone alerted her to any new activity on her Facebook page. To her shock, Zay accepted her friend request. That was quick!
She lay back down with the smartphone with a strong, compelling urge to check out all the hype on his page. She viewed his pics, mainly the ones that came from Instagram. From what she saw, quite a few of them had to be removed due to the content. Chasity flashed across her mind. Seconds later she viewed his friends list and came up on Chasity’s fake Facebook profile. Even on her real profile, no pictures could be found. Let me see what this nigga looks like. She went to his pictures and lost her breath when his face appeared on the screen.
* * *
Prince sighed and shook his head as his smartphone buzzed. A block away from his crib he slowed to a stop near a fire hydrant. If he didn’t answer the call, it would make his issues worse.
“What do you want, Sarah?” he asked without masking his ill mood.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” she begged.
He squeezed his eyes shut. “Sarah! I’m one inch from taking a restraining order out on your ass! I’m pleading with you to back off!”
“But—”
“This is your last warning! We both have our careers to think of and yours the most. Things just didn’t work for us!”
“That’s how you truly feel?”
“Yes,” he answered, full of regret over choosing his former boss and business partner over Leshaun.
To his joy, she ended the call without a single word. Pushing Sarah from his mind, he pulled from the curb to head back home.
“Baby!” he shouted when he later stepped through the door. “I’ll be sorta disappointed if you fell asleep on me.” He dropped his keys on the kitchen island along the way to his bedroom. “I got a surprise for you.”
Oddly, the only reply he got was silence.
“Leshaun?” He tossed the box of condoms from hand to hand. “Please don’t be asleep.” He smiled as he nudged his bedroom door open. He came to a halt at the sight inside his bedroom.
“Why the fuck you lie to me!” Leshaun shouted, fully dressed with her hands on her hips.
Prince stood in the doorway. “First off,” he said, his voice staying level, “you need to lower your voice and talk to me without all the drama.”
“Drama!” Leshaun frowned. “You’re the one causing all the drama by all the fucking lies you’ve been telling me.”
Prince shoved the box of condoms in his pocket. “What did I lie to you about?”
“Everything!” she shouted even louder. “How the fuck can you explain all this bullshit you dropped in my ear!” She stared at him with fire in her eyes.
Prince took two steps toward her then stopped. “Again, what did I lie to—”
“How come you didn’t tell me you knew Zay was your cousin? I mean seriously. It’s bad enough 9ine is my son, and his father is one of my cousins. And then I find out this shit and his family, including you, could’ve taken him in and didn’t! This is past fucked up!” Her nose flared. “He’s your fuckin’ cousin!” she shouted in his face. “FYI! I just got off your Facebook page!”
“I can explain everything if you’ll just calm down.” Prince sat at the foot of the bed as Leshaun kept her distance.
“And why should I believe anything that comes out your mouth!” Leshaun snapped. “The first day we met, I fucking asked who your family was, and you said you weren’t related to too many people here! A fucking barefaced lie!”
Prince sighed. “Look, I didn’t lie. I didn’t find out the truth until later on. Zay is my distant cousin. My . . .”
Leshaun smacked her lips. “That’s some bullshit! When you knew the truth was when I should’ve known the truth. I raised that boy and did his family a big fuckin’ favor. What the hell!”
“Is that how you see it?” He kept his calm because he understood her anger.
“What I see is a lying-ass muthafucka! I can’t believe this!” She threw her arms in the air. “I’m like, really pissed at you ri
ght now!”
Prince nodded. “I can understand.”
“Anything else I need to know about?” she asked with her face fixed with a frown.
He shook his head. “Do you want to leave?”
She blew hard through her nose. “If I wanted to leave, I would have done so!”
“So you’re staying?”
“I don’t know!” She crossed her arms. Fuck! I’m digging this dude, but he always got some shit with him.
“I’d like you to stay with me.” He stood. “I was wrong to not tell you, and I’m sorry.”
Leshaun averted her eyes to the floor. “I bet you were,” she mumbled.
“I promise to be fully honest with you from here on out.” He closed the space between them and waited for her reply. “Don’t stay mad with me.”
She smacked her lips and looked at anything other than the man in front of her. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t stay mad at him. In the back of her mind, she thought of the mass of her own lies that she stood in. For a split second, she felt moved to keep it real with him, but her common sense kicked in. All he wants is some pussy. She unfolded her arms while doing her best to conceal her smile.
“I knew you wasn’t mad.”
“You don’t know shit!” She playfully shoved him in the chest. “And don’t lie to me no more.”
“I promise.” He took her in his arms, easing his hands around her waist. “Now, will you stay with me?”
She circled her arms around his neck. “Maybe.” She kissed his lips.
“Why maybe?”
“Ummm, because I can’t let you lie to me and get off with a free pass.”
“Punish me then. I’m down for whatever to make up my wrong toward you.” He slid his hands down to her juicy ass and squeezed.
“Mmmm, you squeezing my ass like it belongs to you,” she purred as she pressed her breasts against his chest.
“That’s because I want it to.” He kissed her with a brief tongue action. “In fact, I want all of you to belong to me.”