by Risqué
“Hell, yeah. I’m not playing with you; as much as I be nuttin’ up in yo’ ass, I’m taking no chances.”
“It’s only a few days late.”
“You better tell that niggah he got a curfew.”
“Whatever.” She picked up his socks and jeans from the bathroom floor. “Find a hamper for these, please.”
“I wasn’t finished with them.”
“Stop lying.” She laughed. “Yo’ ass was gon’ leave ’em right on the floor like you always do.”
“You love me, don’t you?” He grabbed her by the waist and turned her toward him.
“Yeah, too damn much.”
“This all me, baby?” He ran his hands along the sides of her body.
“Yes, Britt, that’s all you.”
“That’s what I thought, now give me a kiss.” As they began to kiss passionately, flicking their tongues in and out of each other’s mouth, Britt’s cell phone went off. Ending their kiss, he looked at the number on the phone. Instead of answering he sent the call to voice mail.
“Now gimme some more.” He pinned her against the wall, placed his hands under her dress and moved the seat of her panties over. As he slid two fingers into her silkiness his phone rang again. “Shit!”
“Don’t answer it,” she said, unbuttoning the shirt he’d just put on.
“No, I can’t do that. All kind of people call on my phone; it could be my manager, anybody.”
“You need to get you a business line.”
“You right, baby,” he said looking at the caller ID and sending the call to voice mail again. Before he could place the phone down, it rang once more.
“Okay,” Yuri said, pissed, “who the fuck is that, Britt?”
“Nobody.”
She took a step back. “You lying to me now? That’s how we do? You want me to lie to you?”
“I wish you would fuckin’ lie to me….”
“A’ight then, who was that?”
“It was Troi.”
She hoped he didn’t see her heart skipping beats. “What?” she said as calmly as possible.
“Just listen. You know…when you were still with Jeff, me and Troi would kick it…from time to time, mostly about business, her marriage and that’s it.”
“Oh, now you admit you talked about more than business.”
“If you gon’ start accusing me, then I may as well let you tell me the story.”
“Go ahead.” She swallowed.
“Ever since you moved in, I deaded it.”
“Before or after you fucked her?”
“She was getting divorced and having some problems.”
“Before or after you fucked her?!”
“Yuri—”
Her heart stopped beating. “Just fuckin’ tell me!”
“Goddamn.” He attempted a smile. “You ’bout to slice me?”
“I am not…fuckin’ playing with you.”
“I didn’t fuck her.”
“How am I supposed to believe that?”
He was instantly aggravated. “Because that’s what I just told you.”
“And that’s good enough?” She sucked her teeth.
“Hold it.” He stopped dead in his tracks. “Let me check you for a minute. You were fuckin’ married, Yuri. Matter fact, you still married and you was straight-up living with this niggah. When I asked you to leave the motherfucker, you played me the fuck crazy, went home and laid up in the niggah’s face. So, quite frankly, it could be Kim goddamn Porter I fucked and you will never have a right to ask or accuse me of fuckin’ anybody. As long as you was playin’ wife to that motherfucker, knowing you was loving me, anything that went on over here was fair goddamn game. Now get that shit in order.”
“Was all that called for? You acting like you had some pent-up resentment and shit. Or am I mistaken, and you just going hard for that bitch? Let me know, so I can step.”
“Oh, here we go. That’s why I didn’t wanna tell you.”
“Then, why you telling me now?!”
“I was being honest.”
“Whatever.” As she began checking her face in the mirror, she had a flash of him fucking Troi. “Did you fuck that bitch?” She turned to him.
“No,” he said with conviction. “I said I deaded the situation. If I speak to her now, it’s about business. She’s an entertainment attorney for the record company, so occasionally I run into her. But it’s nothing.”
“Look,” Yuri said as she popped her lips, “maybe I need to bounce while there are no hard feelings. I remember that Troi shit and I’m not going back through it. Maybe Drae was right when she said if you leave who you love for who you screw, who you screw will leave you for the one they love.”
“What the fuck is that?” He frowned. “Poetry? And I told you about telling me some ole ridiculous shit somebody said. I don’t wanna hear it. ’Cause as soon as you turn your back that bitch’ll be in my face.”
“You sayin’ Drae tryna get with you?”
“I’m sayin’ Drae need to mind her fuckin’ business and stay outta mine. And stop discussing us and what we do! ’Cause leaving me is nowhere in the game. So try something else. Now, if it’ll make you feel better, when and if I run into Troi I’ll ask her not to call me again. And to direct anything she needs from me to my manager.” He kissed her on the forehead. “Straight?”
“Straight,” she conceded.
“Now can I laugh?”
“At what?”
“At you, you had a look like you was ’bout to kick my goddamn ass.” He fell out. “My baby straight gangsta wit’ it.”
“Whatever. Just know I haven’t forgotten how much you used to love that bitch. ’Cause if my memory serves me correctly, had she not said no, you was ’bout to marry her fuckin’ ass.”
“My baby jealous?” He pulled her by the waist and buried his head in her breast. Kissing her cleavage, he said, “Don’t sweat that shit. When I stop coming home, then you worry.”
“The day you stop coming home is the day I’m leaving.”
“That’s the second time you said something about leaving. Let’s just squash this Troi talk and this leaving bullshit, a’ight?” She could tell he’d caught a slight attitude because the vein in his neck started to stick out. “’Cause as soon as you try to get with another niggah I’ma fuck all y’all up.”
“Awl, look at my daddy.” Yuri kissed the thumping vein on his neck. “Mami sorry. What, daddy need to feel better?” She started sucking his bottom lip and feeling the imprint of his dick.
“I don’t know.” He pouted. “I ain’t sure.”
“Uhmmm, daddy dick hard.” She stuck her hands in through the slit of his pants and played with it. “Daddy, it’s soooo big. It’s swelling, daddy….”
“What you gon’ do about it…to make the swelling go down?”
“I’ma ride it out.”
“You gon’ mess up your dress.”
“Not if you take it offa me.”
Britt glanced at the clock, hating to break up their act, then said, “I’ma be late, baby.”
“Oh, you gon’ be late?” She stepped out of her dress. “So you mean to tell me,” she said as she lay down on the cool tile floor, the chill of it giving her back goose bumps, “you gon’ leave all this pretty”—she opened her legs as wide as she could, moved the seat of her thong to the side, and with each word she spoke she dipped her fingers in her pussy and sucked it off—“you gon’ leave this hot, pink, dripping wet pussy all by itself: no kisses, no dick, nothing. You just gon’ drag it to a party?”
Britt unbuttoned his shirt and hung it over the bathroom door. “Mami know she wrong.” He slipped his pants and boxers off. “She know that pussy is my weakness.”
Britt lay between Yuri’s legs and sucked her clit through the seat of her panties, causing her to cum so hard that the juice soaked through her thong and filled his mouth. After, he pulled her thong off, turned her over doggy style and slid his dick in. She cocked her neck to the side and watc
hed him stake claim in her pussy. “Whose pussy is this?” He stroked.
“Uhmmm, I can’t remember.”
“Oh, you can’t remember?”
“You gon’ give it to me good, daddy. You gon’ make me remember?”
“You know I’ma punish you.”
With each hard and forceful stroke he slapped her on the ass. “You remember now, huh? You remember now?”
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
He slapped her on the ass and pounded into her, “Say it again.”
“I’m sorry.” She could feel her nut stirring.
“You ain’t sorry.” He rammed his long pipe into her, causing her nut to run like a marathon over his dick. “And now you nuttin’ on my dick.”
“There I go again, daddy, being bad. I’m sorry.”
“Prove it.”
Yuri turned around and started licking the tip of Britt’s dick. As soon as she got into a groove where she began swirling her tongue around it, he took it out of her mouth, and teased her across the lips with it, making her desire it more. As she inched up closer to suck it again, he let her tongue stroke it a few moments more before he slipped it back out of her mouth. “You not playing fair,” she said as he ran it across her lips. “Let me suck it.” He grabbed the back of her hair, guided her mouth to his dick and finally allowed her to deep throat it. “See, I’m not so bad, daddy.”
He caressed the back of her neck as his nut shot out. “You ain’t bad, baby, you just fuckin’ right.”
Two hours later, Britt’s cell phone was ringing off the hook. “Shit, baby”—he looked at his caller ID as he helped her from the floor—“my manager done called me fifty fuckin’ times. Come on, let’s go. The limo should be downstairs!”
Yuri and Britt practically washed and dressed each other. He helped her slip on her dress and made sure her breasts were situated with pasties correctly, while she buttoned his shirt, zipped his pants, tightened his belt, made sure his jacket was laid just right and snapped his cuff links.
He gave her a peck on the lips. “You look good, baby.”
“Thank you.” She smudged the corners of his mouth with her thumb. “And you do too.”
By the time they got to the party it was already jumping. There was music from the new reggae artist blasting. Dom and caviar were floating around the room on the shoulders of white-gloved butlers. The main course of steamed lobster tail was due to be served at any minute. Everyone who was anyone in the music business was in the place. From the likes of Jay-Z, Lauryn Hill, Stephen and Ziggy Marley, Mary J. Blige, Baby Cham and Sean Paul.
When the hostess made the announcement of Britt’s imprint, he walked up to the podium and said a few words. Afterward, he returned to the table where Yuri waited for him.
“How’d I do?” he asked.
“You were cool.” She took her napkin and wiped the sweat off his brow. “I’m the one nervous.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I just have this horrible feeling.”
“You pregnant?”
“No, Britt.” She gave him a quick peck. “No.”
“Mr. Brittmond L’Overture Lake, the Third” poured from behind them as a soft caramel hand with French-manicured nails rested on Britt’s shoulder.
“Troi.” Yuri faked a smile. “Wow, look at you.” Troi was standing there in three-inch pencil-heel stilettos and a hunter green Mychael Knight minidress, which crossed over her breasts, exposing her extremely flat stomach. “You see Troi, Britt?”
Britt shot Yuri a sly look to let her know he wasn’t feeling her sarcasm. He nodded his head. “How are you, Troi?”
“No, the question is how are you two?” She smiled. “Am I seeing correctly? Is this a little couple situation going on?”
“It’s cool,” Britt responded. “This my man. We straight.”
His motherfuckin’ man? Yuri hoped Troi didn’t hear her heart crack. His fuckin’ man? Is he serious?
“Wow, look at you two!” Troi’s smile was extremely wide. “Yuri, you look absolutely wonderful!”
“Thank you.” Yuri wished she would hurry and leave.
Britt turned to Yuri. “Excuse me, baby. My manager is calling me.” He turned to Troi. “Nice seeing you.”
Troi sat next to Yuri and lit a cigarette. “Mind if I smoke?” She took a puff, not allowing Yuri enough time to answer, and went on, “What an affectionate term: his man. Must be nice for your position not to have changed much.”
“Fuck you, bitch,” Yuri said with conviction. “Everyone can’t master going from hooker to housewife. Last I heard, you had that sewed up.”
“How cute,” Troi smiled at some people passing by. “But I always told you your feet were too wide to follow in my footsteps. Now tell me, how are Nae-Nae and Andrea?”
“Not as fine as you….” Yuri joked, tilting her head toward Britt. “Now if you’ll excuse, I believe, my man is calling me.”
“But wait, Yuri. Before you step away I have to tell you: You look fantastic in that dress! I was going to buy me one, but the designer didn’t make it in my size. I was so pissed—for a split second, I wished I could’ve gained fifty pounds so I could have it.”
Did that bitch just call me fat? “I thought something was different about you. You lost weight? I didn’t want to pry, but since the floodgate fell open, I have to ask, are you sick? If so, accept my condolences. I can tell you don’t have much time to live—it looks as if your diagnosis ends with positive.”
“It’s been real, Yuri.”
“Uhmm, it certainly has.”
For the rest of the evening Yuri did her best to fake smiles as she and Britt took pictures, ate and drank. He could tell something was wrong with her, but he chalked it up to her being pissed about seeing Troi.
“Don’t say shit to me” was the only thing Yuri said during the entire ride home.
“Yo, my man,” Britt said as he and Yuri walked in the door of his loft. “What the fuck is yo’ problem? Why you sweatin’ that shit?!”
Silence. She began to undress.
“You hear me talking to you?” He placed his suit jacket on the piano and it fell to the floor.
“You allergic to a fuckin’ hamper or somethin’?” She picked his jacket up. “What the fuck is your problem?! I just cleaned up in this motherfucker and I’m sick of picking up behind you. I ain’t your damn mother and especially not your fuckin’ wife. I’m just ya fuckin’ man, remember? We cool.” Yuri rolled her eyes so hard they looked as if they would pop out.
“Yo, ma’.” He twisted his neck. “You can roll ’em, but you can’t control him.”
“Do I look like I’m fuckin’ laughin’? This shit is not funny. Everything between me and you is a joke! This fuckin’ relationship is a joke. But hold it, I just remembered we don’t have a relationship—we motherfuckin’ boys! But the strange thing is I don’t remember your manz and dem sucking yo’ dick. Next time, go tell Beanie Sigel to give you some head.”
“But, mami,” he said jokingly, “don’t nobody suck my dick like you.” Expecting a laugh, Britt was in shock when he saw tears come to Yuri’s eyes. He stood still for a minute. “Yo’ my man, baby. I’m sorry.” He walked over and grabbed her, pulling her into his chest. “I shouldn’t have said that. My fault.”
Yuri pushed him off her. “Get off me!” She fought, pounding her fists into his chest to get away. Tears were streaming down her face.
In order to make her stop hitting him and have her stand still, he grabbed her tightly by the forearms and pulled her against his chest again. “Yo, I swear to God on everything I love, including you, that I was just playing. It’s all about you. Troi don’t mean shit. It’s nothing, just business.” He kissed her on the forehead and held her tight. “You know you my heart, and ain’t nothing coming between us. You know it didn’t mean anything when I called you my man.”
“Exactly.” She pushed away. “It didn’t mean a fuckin’ thing.”
Drae
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eaving Naz alone wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Drae thought staying in a hotel for a while would do the trick, but all it did was help her spend a small fortune of Hassan’s money, which she started to stack a few years back.
Once Naz dropped Sydney off to school, Drae stopped by, and as soon as she stepped in they began making love on the floor.
“Ma’, I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing with you,” Naz said as if he were dreaming. He held Drae’s breasts together and licked her deep chocolate nipples, as if they were melting. “Word is bond, you got me fuckin’ going.”
“I got you going, or this hot, pink pussy is sending you on a trip?”
“I’m not sure.” Naz placed a trail of soft bites down the middle of Drae’s body. “Get on top of me.”
“Baby,” she whined, “I wanted you to eat my pussy. My clit”—she started rubbing it—“is aching.”
“I got you, ma’. Naz always do.” He kissed her pussy lips. “Now,” he said as he lay beside her, “come ’ere.”
Drae kissed her way on top of Naz, running her hands all over his chiseled chest. Sucking his nipples and rubbing her clit against his hard dick, she said, “Now I want some of this.”
“I want you to sit on my face first.”
“Really.” Drae smiled, more than happy to comply.
“Uhmm hmmm.”
“That’s where you want me to nut at, in your mouth?”
“Exactly.”
Drae eased her way up to Naz’s mouth and sat on his face. She worked her pussy over his lips as if she were riding his dick. Naz’s tongue licked every inch of her pussy as if it were racing against itself. Her feeling heightened with each stroke of his tongue, all she could do was arch her back, place her hands behind her and on his knees. Tears ran down her face as her nut began to ease its way between his lips. She could feel him envelope her vulva. He held it so tight in his mouth that, when he released it, a popping sound came out.
“Now ride it.” He smacked her ass.
“I’ma ride the hell out of it.” Drae kissed her cum off his lips. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and kissed him as if she were fighting for dear life. He bit her top and bottom lips and then he sucked her chin.