Tray (A Hell's Harlem Novel Book 2)

by J. M. Walker

  I coughed, my dick hardening at her words. “Zillah.”

  She giggled. “Come on, Tray. If you came to my place and saw this kind of collection on my shelves, you would definitely be sporting some wood.”

  I blinked once. Twice. “I got nothing.”

  She laughed harder. “Seriously.” She put the DVD case away. “This collection is something else.”

  “Thank you. Pick one and we can watch it.”

  (Zillah)

  I ended up picking the original Evil Dead movie for us to watch but I didn’t actually watch it. No. I was more focused on the man sitting beside me. The man who did his research and cooked something that my grandmother used to make. He was sweet and kind and caring. Made sure I was happy and worried about me first. Why the hell he was still single was beyond me. But I took advantage of it, thankful that no one else had snatched him up.

  Placing the glass of wine on the table, I ran my hands down my thighs. We didn’t talk for the last half hour. Not since the movie started. My heart raced. My skin became clammy. My body heated. I was thankful for what Tray had done for me tonight but I needed more. I needed to return the favor and show him that I wasn’t just some little girl. We may have been several years apart in age, but I wanted him. And I would show him just how much.

  Standing up, I took a breath and turned toward him.

  Tray raised an eyebrow, probably wondering what the hell I was doing.

  Before I could stop myself, I slid onto his lap.

  His breath caught, his hands grasping onto my hips.

  I wasn’t sure where I mustered up the courage but as I sat on his lap, I couldn’t help but want more. He was older. Much older. And far more experienced than if I were to date someone my own age. But when I looked into his dark eyes and ran my fingers through the graying beard on his strong jaw, everything around us fell away.

  I shouldn’t have wanted him, but I did. He was dangerous. For my heart. For my soul. For my sanity. But Tray Lister was everything I wanted at that very moment.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have wanted him as much as I did. Maybe he would hurt me. Or use me. I didn’t know. I probably would never know. But what I did know was that I wanted him. Instead of feeling like a little girl, I wanted to feel like a woman.

  “Zillah.” His voice came out rough, his body tense like he was holding back. “You’re playing a very dangerous game right now.”

  “Am I?” I lifted my dress to my hips. “How dangerous?”

  “Very.” He swallowed, his dark eyes watching my movements. “Dangerous.”

  I grinned, pulling the dress up and over my head, leaving me in a white lace panty and bra set. I had every intention on buying something new but then I found this tucked away in my panty drawer. Being with Tray made me forget why I had purchased it in the first place. None of that mattered anymore.

  “Fuck me.” His cock twitched beneath my ass.

  “Do you like it?” I asked him. The wine I drank swam around in my head. If it weren’t for the two glasses I had, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to go through with this. The words leaving my mouth were nothing I ever said before, let alone thought.

  “You … I can’t … Fuck.” Tray gripped my hips, his fingers digging into the muscles.

  I cupped his jaw, leaning toward him, our mouths mere inches apart. “Do you like it, Tray?” Suddenly, I was thrown onto my back with him on top of me.

  “Do I like it?” he repeated, his voice coming out more like a growl. “Do I fucking like it?” he repeated, cupping my chest. In a quick move, he lowered the cups of my bra, revealing my breasts. His teeth sunk into the mounds of flesh. His lips wrapped around a dark nipple. His tongue licked and pushed until I was moaning his name. Tray grabbed my hips, pulling me further beneath him. “Yeah, baby. I think I fucking like it.”

  My heart hammered in my chest. My blood roared in my ears. He was losing control. I was nervous and excited. Turned on and alive. So damn alive.

  “Tell me you’re a virgin,” he demanded, licking along my collarbone.

  Oh, God. Was that the problem?

  “If I am?” I breathed, arching beneath him.

  “Say it. Say that you’re a virgin.”

  “I’m a virgin,” I whispered, running my fingers through his black hair.

  “Louder.” His dark lust-filled eyes met mine. “Zillah. Tell me that you are a fucking virgin.”

  “I’m a—I’m a virgin,” I repeated, louder that time.

  He growled, towering over me, and pushing his waist between mine. “No man has ever been inside you.”

  “No.” I lifted my hips, needing to feel more of him. Every inch. Every vein. Every throbbing delicious part of him.

  “No man has ever touched this part of you.” He reached between us, cupping me. “Say it.”

  “No.” I inched my hands around his neck. “You will be the first.”

  Tray cupped my jaw, tilting my head back. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

  I did as he said.

  A wicked grin spread on his face. Covering my mouth, he sucked my tongue between his lips. The movement shot right down to the tip of my toes. He crushed his mouth to mine, sliding his tongue deeper between my lips, stroking and licking. Sucking and nipping. He kissed me like he couldn’t get enough. Like I was what he needed to survive.

  “Fuck,” he growled, pushing his waist harder between my legs.

  I whimpered, inching my hands beneath his t-shirt.

  He broke the kiss and sat back. Grabbing my hands, he wrapped my arms around his neck before cupping my ass. Lifting me in his arms, he carried me to what I could only assume was his bedroom.

  “You’re going to have one chance to say that you don’t want this.”

  “I won’t.” I licked along his bottom lip.

  “One chance, Zillah.” He slammed me up against the wall in the living room, unclasped my bra and threw the offensive material on the floor. “So young. So pure.” His thumbs brushed over my nipples, the dark buds hardening under his scrutiny. “One. Chance.”

  Tightening my thighs around him, I grabbed onto the waist of his light-blue jeans and pulled him against me. “Take me to your bedroom, Tray.”

  He did as I asked, carrying me farther down the hall until we reached a large room. Placing me on my feet, he turned me toward the bed. “You’re spending the night there.” He pointed to the large four-poster bed. “Imagine what I’m about to do to you.”

  My heart picked up speed.

  “I’m going to kiss every inch of you. Lick between those thighs. Eat your pussy.” He groaned, pushing his pelvis into my ass. “I can’t wait to taste your virgin cunt on my tongue.”

  My breathing became labored. Holy fucking hell. I never thought dirty talk like this would be so … dirty.

  “Last chance, Zillah.” He cupped my shoulders, running his hands down my bare arms.

  “I …” Taking a deep breath, I turned in his arms and started unbuckling his belt. Lowering to my knees, I waited. I had never given head before. Never even thought about it but with Tray, I wondered what it would taste like. Would I do a good job? Could I make him come and want more?

  “Zillah.” His nostrils flared. “What are you doing?”

  “I … I want …” I glanced at the bulge in his jeans before meeting his gaze once again. “I want to please you.”

  THIS WOMAN. THIS young, vibrant, pure, woman was on her knees in front of me. It had been months since I had the gentle touch of a woman suck me off. But I knew once Zillah’s lips wrapped around my cock, I wouldn’t be able to control the urge to just fuck her. I couldn’t. She needed to be savored and I needed to rein in the side of me that wanted to rip her apart.

  “Tray.” Her cheeks reddened. Even in the dim lighting of my room, I could see the blush that had fallen on her skin.

  “Hey.” I lifted her to her feet. “As much as I want you to suck my cock, as much as I need it, that can’t happen. Not yet.”

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bsp; “Oh.” Her eyes fell down to my waist. “I know I’m not experienced but I’m willing to try. For you.”

  Fuck me. She wanted to please me. A hot shiver trembled over my skin.

  “No. Not right now.”

  She pouted. “Why not?”

  I cupped her cheek, brushing my fingers to the back of her head before fisting her hair. “Because.” I placed a soft peck on her mouth.

  She deepened the kiss, no longer questioning why I stopped the blow job.

  The truth was, it had reminded me too much of Catch. It was far too soon. Although there would never be anything between us again, I couldn’t have Zillah do that intimate act. Not yet.

  “I want to please you,” she whispered, leaning her head back even more.

  Licking up the length of her neck, I sucked and kissed along her slender throat. “You already please me, Beauty.”

  This woman who said exactly what was on her mind made all the bad shit in my life just … stop. Right now, it was her and me. Zillah and Tray. She was giving me her virginity and I would make sure that she didn’t regret it.

  “You’re giving me a gift,” I murmured against her throat.

  “Mmm. No guy has ever come close to you.”

  “Tell me more.” I ran a hand down her back, cupped her ass, and pulled her flush against me.

  “They looked at me but then they saw my father and that was it. But I was never attracted to them.” She shivered against me. “But this … you …” She met my gaze, her dark eyes were wild and filled with an amount of lust that took my breath away. “You looked at me. Saw my father. And yet, here we are.”

  As much as I knew I didn’t deserve her, I wanted her just the same. I covered her mouth with mine, slipping my tongue between her lips, and reined in on that control I was losing from my very fingertips.

  Zillah moaned, deepened the kiss, and gave me every breath that expelled from her lungs.

  Backing her up to the edge of the bed, I dug my fingers into the cheek of her ass and lifted her leg.

  “Tray,” she whispered, shivering against me.

  “I should go slow.” I kissed her exposed throat. “I should make this last for you.”

  “I … I don’t care.” She grabbed onto my shirt, pulling me even closer. “I want you.”

  I laid her back on the bed when really I wanted to throw her on it. That would come. In time. But tonight, we had to go slow. I had convinced Zillah that we were going slow for her but really, it was for me. We needed to go slow for fear that I would hurt her.

  Her dark hair was spread out beneath her head. Her caramel skin looked darker in contrast to the white sheets she laid on. It stirred something inside of me. A virgin on my white comforter and sheets. The feral beast I tried to keep at bay threatened to rear its ugly head knowing it was about to claim something so pure.

  “Tray?” She reached out to me. “Are you okay?”

  I grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. Turning on the lamp, I leaned over her. “You are absolutely breathtaking.”

  Her chest rose and fell.

  “Simply stunning.” I brushed the back of my hand between her breasts and down the length of her torso. “So fucking gorgeous.”

  Kneeling between her spread legs, I ran my fingers up her inner thigh. “Take off your panties.”

  A blush spread over her skin but she did as she was told. Hooking her thumbs in the sides of her panties, she pushed the thin fabric down her legs.

  I held my hand out. “Give them to me.”

  She hesitated but did as I asked. It pleased me that she listened. It pleased me more than I cared to admit.

  I shoved the panties into my pocket.

  My gaze fell to the spot between her legs. I licked my lips. My mouth watered at the sight before me. She had a patch of dark hair on her mound. The rest of her pussy that I was desperately waiting for, completely bare.

  “You shave?” I asked, brushing my fingers up even higher on her inner thigh.

  “Wax,” she breathed, her eyes wide as she watched my hand.

  “It’s perfect.” I liked them bare or unshaved. Pussy was pussy in my mind. But that was before I saw Zillah’s. I placed a soft peck on her mouth. “I’ll make you feel good. I promise.”

  She nodded, spreading her legs even more.

  “You tell me to stop and I will.” I kissed the spot between her breasts. “You hear me?”

  “Yes.” She chewed her bottom lip. “I hear you.”

  “Good girl.” Reaching beneath her, I cupped her ass and lifted her hips. The sweet scent of her body wafted into my nose. “No man has seen this pussy.”

  “No.” She shook her head.

  “No man has ever touched it.” I kissed her inner thigh.

  “N-no.” Zillah fisted the blankets.

  “No man has ever tasted it?” I swiped my tongue from her center up to her clit, the acidic nectar forcing a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock.

  “No,” she moaned.

  I grinned, running my nose over her clit. “How about smelled it?” I took a deep inhale.

  “Holy fucking shit.” Her eyes widened.

  “You told me I was nice, Beauty. Well …” I lowered her hips, circling my hand around her thighs and spread her open in a rough move. “Let’s see how nice you think I am when I’m done with you.”

  (Zillah)

  As soon as the words left his lips, his mouth was on me. His tongue was in a deep part of me that had never been touched by a man.

  I cried out, grabbing onto his hair, and thrust my hips up and up.

  Tray growled, sucking my clit between his teeth. “This cunt is mine now, Zillah.”

  “Yes.” I shook beneath him. I may have only played with toys before this but I knew what I liked and didn’t have to tell him anything. His mouth fucked my lower body, his tongue flicking in and out of me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I was greedy.

  “Please, Tray,” I whined. I needed his fingers inside me.

  “Tell me what you need.”

  I met his dark stare.

  He licked his glossy lips, placing a soft peck on my inner thigh. “What do you need?” he asked again.

  “More,” I whispered.

  “Like what?” He nipped my thigh when I didn’t answer. “Tell me.”

  “Your fingers.” My cheeks burned.

  “Nah.” He moved back up the length of my body and stroked a hand over my head. “If I’m taking your virginity, it’s going to be by my cock. Not by my fingers.”

  “Oh.” I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. “Okay.”

  “You didn’t let me give you an orgasm.” He grabbed my hand, licking my thumb as it passed over his lips. “Are you a greedy girl wanting to come on my cock?”

  I swallowed hard and nodded.

  He smirked and leaned back, taking off his shirt.

  My heart jumped.

  “Hmm …” He towered back over me. “I like the way you look at me.” He kissed my cheek. “Don’t ever stop.”

  “I won’t.” I placed a soft peck on his chin. “Tray, I need more.” I was hungry for whatever he could give me.

  “Look.” He pointed to the ceiling. “Tell me what you see.”

  I looked up and gasped. I never even noticed the mirror. The ceiling was lined with it. I could see his big body hovering over me. But what I noticed most was the large tattoo covering his whole back. It was done up in black ink with two large horns, dripping some sort of substance. Blood maybe? The face was mostly shadowed out, but the tattoo artist had done it in such a way that made the eyes glow and the mouth set in a permanent grin. It was a … “Monster.”

  “Yeah, Beauty.” He kissed my cheek, trailing soft pecks down the length of my jaw to my collarbone.

  “It’s … it’s like he’s moving.” I ran my hands down Tray’s strong back, watching the tattoo twitch beneath my touch.

  Tray paused, his big body shaking above me.

  “Tray?” I brushed my finge
rs down his sides before reaching his waist. Unbuttoning his jeans, I kissed his shoulder. “Please.”

  “Shit, Zillah. I can feel the heat coming off of you.” He sunk his teeth into my collarbone.

  I whimpered, the sharp sting sending a flush of heat spreading over me.

  He pushed himself off me and sat back. Running the back of his knuckle down the center of my torso, he gripped my thighs and spread me open. “Fuck,” he murmured, licking his lips. “I’ll never get used to this sight.”

  “Do you like it?” I asked, running my hand down my inner thigh.

  His nostrils flared, his dark eyes watching my movements. “Yeah, Beauty. I like it.”

  Once I reached the crease between my thigh and pussy, I paused. My cheeks burned at what I wanted to do for him. I wanted him to watch me.

  “Keep going, Zillah. Show me what you do when you’re alone. When you’re wearing those sexy as fuck pajamas. And when you’re thinking of me.” His eyes snapped to mine. “Do it.”

  I licked my lips, took a deep breath, and ran my index finger over my swollen clit. An electric charge shot straight through my body. I was already past the point of turned on thanks to his delicious mouth. But he didn’t make me come. As much as I wanted to, he had been right. I wanted to come with him inside me.

  “Don’t stop,” he growled. Much to my surprise, Tray reached into his jeans and pulled out his thick cock. The tip was swollen and an angry shade of red. A bead of pre-cum dripped from the slit in the tip making my mouth water. His big hand wrapped around the heavy member, stroking slowly from the base to the head.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered.

  He grinned. “This is all yours. You just tell me when.”

  “Now,” I blurted. “Please. Give it to me now.”

  He chuckled. “There are condoms in the nightstand. Grab one and put it on me.”

  “I’ve never done that before.”

  “I know.” He grabbed my hand from between my legs, sucking my fingers into his mouth. “I’ll teach you everything. And if there’s something neither of us know, we’ll learn together.”