Lickin' License Part 2: More Sex, More Saga

by Intelligent Allah

  “Hope I didn't scare you,” Katiya said, breaking Rich's thoughts.

  He smiled. “I just went through a serious situation because a lady friend of mine consented to an open relationship, but she couldn't handle seeing me with another woman.”

  “I don't have relationships—open, closed or otherwise. I have relations.”

  Rich grabbed her hand and placed it on his dick. “Can you relate to this?”

  “In thirty seconds.” Katiya stood and began walking to the bathroom.

  Rich watched her ass jiggle underneath her skirt. He was still amazed that he was about to have sex with a multimillionaire on a plane. A woman who had a directness that verged on whorish. After she closed the bathroom door, Rich traced her footsteps.

  “Hey, brah.” C grabbed Rich's arm and smiled, obviously having peeped the sexcapade in the making. “I told you, 'riding or walking.'” He paused. “Add flying.”

  Rich chuckled and continued his stride to the bathroom. He opened the door and stepped inside. Katiya was already on her knees. Rich looked down at her long, straight hair and creamy brown skin. She was the third Indian woman he would add to his list of sexual exploits.

  Katiya pulled Rich's linen pants to his ankles, then pulled down his boxers. She grabbed his dick with both hands and took the head in her mouth. When her wet mouth soaked the head, she forced the tip of her tongue into the pee hole.

  “What the fuck?” Rich jumped back, slamming against the door. He was breathing like he had just run a marathon and his eyes were open wide.

  Katiya ran her tongue down the shaft of his dick to her hands, then up before circling the head of his dick and easing the tip of her tongue back into the pee hole.

  Rich grabbed both of her shoulders to brace himself as his chest thrust forward and he scrunched his face.

  Katiya deep-throated Rich, bobbing her head down once, then freeing his dick from her mouth to tease him. She began juggling his nuts in her mouth while jerking his dick.

  Rich's head tilted back and he started breathing faster, panting like a rabid pit bull. He wanted to grit his teeth, but he had no control over himself. Katiya had him in submission. “A, ah, ooh, damn, shit.” He twisted his head side-to-side robotically like he was suffering from some sort of twitching disorder.

  Katiya began sucking the side of his dick, working her way to the head. She increased the suction each time she inhaled and massaged Rich's balls.

  Rich grabbed her head as he felt cum rising from his nuts.

  Katiya sucked Rich dry then spit his cum into the toilet.

  “Damn.” Rich's breathing was slowing as he watched Katiya gargle some water, rinsing her mouth. He grabbed a handful of tissue and wiped his dick, then pulled up his pants.

  Katiya removed her panties. She propped her butt up on the sink and pulled her dress all the way up and parted her legs as far as she could.

  “Damn, that pussy fat,” Rich mumbled as he lowered his face between her legs. There was a small trail of wavy hair above her bald flesh. Rich grabbed her knees and pushed her slim legs further, causing her to let out a yelp. Her clit became visible from the fleshy hood covering it. Rich attacked it with his tongue like a wild animal.

  “Huh, huh, huh,” Katiya grunted, moaned and cringed as her legs shook in Rich's hands. She clutched the side of the sink for stability.

  Rich planted his entire mouth over her pussy and ran his tongue back and forth over the lips to her clit until she was speaking incoherent words in between moans.

  “Good, what, who, feels, why, so good, you, so, you good, ahhhh.”

  Rich pulled back and smiled at the sight of her eyes opening and closing as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. “Turn over.” He shifted her body until her arms were outstretched and her palms were flat against the wall. Her ass was poked out just enough for Rich to palm it. He had eased his tongue inside of her slippery pussy lips. His hand shook as her body trembled.

  “No, please,” Katiya begged. Her hand dropped from the wall.

  Rich stopped. He turned her to the side, cupped her butt and pushed her against the side wall. He leaned down, lifted her up the wall and her legs locked around his neck and her hands clawed into his head and neck.

  “Huh, huh, please. I'm cumming.”

  Rich felt Katiya's thighs loosen from around him and he could hear her breathing slow. He gently eased her down the wall as she came in his mouth.

  In minutes, she quietly caught her breath and wiped between her legs with a wet tissue. She looked Rich in the eyes for a few seconds, her sweaty face emotionless.

  Rich was trying to figure out what was on her mind, then he gave in. “Talk to me.”

  “I'm speechless.”

  “I presume that's a good thing.”

  “If it was a bad thing you wouldn't be able to shut me up.”

  “I never had head like that before,” Rich said.

  Katiya flashed a sneaky grin. “It's my tongue tip technique, right?”

  Rich nodded. “You might have to get that patented so you can sell it to other chicks.”

  “You and I can do an x-rated infomercial.” Katiya laughed. She pulled Rich to her and gave him a deep kiss. The type of kiss that most women watched in romantic movies but never experienced. The type that seemed better suited for a newlywed couple.

  Rich watched her as she slowly pulled away from him and exited the bathroom. He waited a moment before stepping out of the door. He walked past two people waiting for the bathroom, recognizing one bystander as the woman who had been seated directly across from him and Katiya. He smiled and began walking down the aisle.

  C grabbed his arm. “Stay away from that handcuff.”

  “All right, Dr. Love.” Rich smiled and continued walking. He made his way to the seat Katiya had been sitting in, because she was now in his window seat.

  During the flight back, Rich and Katiya got to know each other. He learned that she was the only child of a father who was a professor at UCLA and a mother who owned a company that made hair weaves and wigs. She had just celebrated her 37th birthday at the Tasty in Los Angeles—the first of the twenty-strip club chain that she opened throughout North America, including locations in Hawaii and Canada. Katiya had also made millions in commercial and residential real estate she owned throughout the states. Having little time outside of her business endeavors was another reason she said she had no time for relationships.

  When their flight landed, they went to the W Hotel. As they stepped through the door of the suite and closed it, they peeled out of their clothes. In minutes, Rich had Katiya's ankles pressed against his shoulders as he rammed in and out of her. Her back was on the king-sized bed, her eyes opening and closing as quickly as her rapid breaths. Rich watched Katiya grit her teeth each time he pummeled into her.

  “Just like that, Rich. Good. Good.”

  I’m controlling this, not you. Rich flipped Katiya over onto her stomach. Staring at her unblemished skin under the glare from a lamp, he grabbed her small waist and guided himself inside of her soft insides.

  Katiya winced and then let out an extended moan.

  Rich leaned on top of her. He grabbed the headboard and began pulling himself up into her. He slid up and down her sweat-soaked body. His bare chest against her back. His cadence well thought out. Long strokes. Slow, then fast. Single entries, then short double strokes three times as quick as the long-stroking.

  “Good God. Shit,” Katiya screamed into the pillow beneath her as she grabbed two handfuls of the sheets. “Take me.”

  Rich kissed her neck, and then began sucking it as he dropped his hands from the headboard. He bear hugged her and began entering her deeper, his groin slapping against her soft rump.

  “Damn, Rich. Riiiich,” Katiya moaned.

  “Yeah, take this dick.” Rich reached under her armpits and cuffed the top of her shoulders with his hands. He pulled himself inside her quicker.

  “Yes. Shit. Good, Rich. Good God! Stop!” Katiya begg
ed.

  “I'm just starting.” He bit down on her neck with enough pressure to turn her on.

  “Ahh. Yes. It hurt so good. I love!”

  Rich unloosened his grip on her. Just as he knew she was truly enjoying his sex game, he leaned up. Katiya looked startled when she turned around. Rich stared into her eyes, knowing he had subdued her with raw sex. He got off the bed and pulled her toward him. As her arms wrapped his body, he leaned down and wedged his dick into her tight pussy.

  “Ahh.” Katiya closed her eyes.

  Rich grabbed her butt and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around him. He strained his dick as he pushed his lower body up, using all his strength. Each stroke stopped as he was on the tips of his toes, the heels of his foot in the air.

  Katiya pressed her lower body down into his strokes. “Yes. Just like that, Rich. Fuck me good.”

  Rich backpedaled until his back was touching the wall. He pulled Katiya's ass close as he shifted up into her. He could feel her pussy swallowing all of him. She leaned back, her hair dripping from her head, her breasts pushed forward. “Yeah, girl. Come on.”

  “I'm about to cum,” Katiya screamed. “Yes.”

  Rich pulled her back toward him until one of her breasts was in his mouth. His tongue danced with her nipple. He could feel it hardened in his mouth. “Oh, shit. Shit.” Rich felt a surge of energy take over him.

  “Yes, I'm cumming,” Katiya gripped him tighter.

  “Yeah, girl.” Rich stroked one last time as he and Katiya climaxed at the same time. Sweat dripped from his body to hers as he let her down. He leaned back against the wall, exhausted. Katiya was still huffing like she had just been chased by an enemy. Rich knew he had her when she turned to him with a smile.

  “You were better than I thought.” She licked her lips.

  The way she licked her lips reminded Rich of Vanessa. He was impressed by Katiya, but he knew Vanessa needed him.

  After they cleaned up, they ordered room service. They ate, exchanged phone numbers, then left the hotel headed in two different directions. They would meet again. But Katiya was in New York City on business. Rich was in his hometown to prevent Vanessa from making a move that could lead her to a death sentence from a bullet or a life sentence from a judge.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  DOMINGO

  Domingo parked his money green Ford Expedition on the corner of Nostrand and Putnam Avenues in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. He tapped on the horn four times. Seconds later a sexy Latina in denim shorts and a tank top stepped out of the brownstone he was parked in front of. Domingo nodded to the sound of Wiz Khalifa's “Black and Yellow” as the twenty-two-year-old opened the passenger side door of his truck.

  “What's up, baby?” She closed the door, kissed Domingo on the cheek and smiled.

  “This money, that's what's up, ya heard?”

  “I'm ready to get it.”

  “It's back there.”

  The woman grabbed a paper bag from inside the knapsack on the seat behind her. She opened it and pulled out a handful of gift cards. “No Bloomingdales?”

  “Macy's. That's three hundred. The rest of the plastic supposed to come through before the week is out. Bloomingdales and Sak's.”

  “Give me a week with these. When you gonna come on a road trip with me?” she asked, referring to her cross country shopping sprees in which she and her girlfriends maxed out credit cards and gift cards Domingo gave her from his connect who purchased the account numbers online and churned out cards in his basement. She was the main person who converted Domingo’s credit cards into cash.

  “Don't get yourself fired, ya heard?” Domingo said.

  The Latina squinted her hazel eyes.

  “If I go on a trip with you, I could do my own dirt instead of giving you a cut.”

  “Say no more.” She pecked Domingo on the cheek and exited the SUV. “Later.”

  Domingo pulled off thinking about the woman he just left. He and Jessica were once an item. But he was now trying to keep their relationship strictly business. Women had always been Domingo's weakness. He was controlled by his lower desires and it was easy for women to grab hold of them. Domingo was having problems keeping his relationship with Jessica platonic. But the money she generated for him was a good incentive to keep him from crossing the boundaries they had set.

  The only people Domingo now had in his sight were Candy and Chanel. He had Chanel, but not overstepping the boundaries she set between them to exceed booty calls was hard. He realized that the age disparity and distance between he and Candy were roadblocks. Vanessa and Rich, however, were also hindering him from making Candy his. If they were out of the picture, Domingo figured Candy would be open to him. The death of Rich was something that Domingo would enjoy. It was something he had contemplated bringing to fruition after their last war of words. Killing Vanessa was not something Domingo wanted. But he would chalk it up to a necessary evil to advance his goal. He had been a loner for years and his social network revolved around people who killed each other on sight. Domingo had already been facilitating the drama for the team of Candy and Vanessa. Now if he could only manipulate the pieces on his chess board of life and have Vanessa and Rich eliminated without using his trigger finger.

  Domingo texted Chanel, letting her know he needed to see her immediately. She texted him back, telling him to meet her at Highland Park in an hour. Since their sexual introduction outside of the park, it had become a regular meeting place for them. The large park was filled with many blind spots where they could meet outside of most people's wandering eyes. The fact that it was in the northern region of East New York, far from Chanel's apartment, made matters better. That reduced the probability of people she or her man knew spotting her and revealing to him that his girlfriend was creeping with a young stallion a decade younger than her. Her boyfriend lived in the Park Slope section of Brooklyn, but kept his ears to the streets of East New York.

  As Domingo steered down Fulton Street he thought of Vera's brothers. They were likely candidates to murder Rich and Vanessa. They both had short fuses that Domingo knew how to ignite.

  * * *

  Domingo parked his Expedition on Jamaica Avenue and rolled down the window. The chatter of children and the voices of adults echoed so loud that he had trouble managing his thoughts. He looked out over the large park, from the basketball court at his level, across the grassy grounds up the hill that housed benches filled with people. The summer sun bore down on the countless people present. Some people had gathered under the shade of trees to have picnics and barbeques. Domingo didn't expect the park to be so crowded.

  He pulled out his iPhone and called Chanel. “I'm down at the bottom of the park on Jamaica Ave.

  “I'm on the backside, near the reservoir.” Chanel was in a serene area of the park where few people went—the area next to where she and Domingo had sexed each other in and on her Escalade.

  “Be up there in a minute.” Domingo started the engine and drove around the park. He pulled up on Highland Boulevard behind Chanel's truck. After exiting his Expedition, he hopped into her Escalade. “What's good?”

  Domingo pursed his lips at her breasts popping out of her BCBG button-up shirt. The contrast of her dark skin and yellow shirt made her D-cups a work of art.

  “Them tig old bitties, that's what's up.”

  “Don't start. I gotta see my man in a minute.”

  “You already got my dick on swole.” He grabbed her hand and put it in his lap.

  “Your young ass stay horny.” Chanel massaged his dick through his shorts for a minute. “Enough.” She pulled her hand back.

  “When you become a dick teaser?”

  “When you leave, you can get you one of these hood boogers to finish what I started.”

  “If I don't end up in the hospital from blue balls.”

  “Come on, now. What you need to speak to me about?”

  Domingo's face turned serious. His smile evaporated. His eyes focused on hers. “Good news and bad
news. What you want first?”

  “The bad.”

  “Bad news is Rich and Vanessa are planning to kill you. And Mimi, plus Vera and her brothers.”