by Bri Noreen
Logan walked back into the kitchen, and Onyx watched her ass sway the entire time. I couldn’t hold in my laugh any longer.
“Aye, you feeling Logan, man? I can put you on.” I laughed before I stuffed my mouth with one of the shrimp and grits bites.
“Ain’t nobody thinking about that girl, man.”
“Yeah, a’ight.” I laughed. “But business is good in your area, man. This product just has a specific market.”
“I got you.”
“Any other news for me?”
“Not really. There’ve been some rumors going around about some new distributors shopping their product around, but the prices are too steep.”
My ears perked up. That was news to me. “Yeah? Who are these niggas?”
“I dunno. All I know is that they’re some cats from Atlanta. They’ve been hitting up dealers in your neck of the woods, but everyone been turning ‘em down. Niggas only wanna fuck with you.”
It was good to know that people were still loyal nowadays, but I knew I needed to find out who the fuck these niggas were trying to move in on my territory. I had the west coast on lockdown from Nevada to Cali to Arizona. Whoever they were, they needed to head back to the south and chill the fuck out. Just cuz I’m a light bright, pretty nigga, don’t mean that I won’t come through yo city and paint that shit red. If niggas thought I was going to let that shit slide, they were sadly mistaken. I pulled out my phone and shot Mani another text.
Me: Aye, that visit to Atlanta is a go. I’ll meet you there on Saturday.
Fuck niggas gon’ get bodied playing with me.
Blu
July 2015
“Do you have what I need?” he asked her.
She nodded and went around to the trunk of her car, popped it open, and pulled out a black duffle bag. She handed it to him, and he dropped it on the ground, kneeled down, unzipped it, and surveyed its contents.
“Everything’s in there,” she stated.
“What about the other thing? Is that set up?” he asked.
“It’s in the works. By the time you’re ready, it’ll be all set.”
“Good. Thanks.”
The woman nodded her head and hopped back in her car. Israel walked over to me, kissed me lightly on the lips, and motioned for me to get back in the car. We’d been doing this same song and dance all day. Pick-ups, drop-off, secret meetings, and talking in code. I hadn’t the slightest clue what we were doing it for. He had explained that there were some people that needed to be handled, and I figured that all of this was in preparation to solve his problem, but he kept a lot of secrets. Initially, I didn’t mind all the secrecy. I felt indebted to him after he’d explained what he had done for me. I was down for whatever to pay him back. But now more than ever, I wanted to know more.
A few days ago, he had left to take care of business, and I grew bored quickly. So without much thought, I used the laptop that he’d left out to Google a nail salon nearby. I had never ventured out of the house alone, but I was tired of sitting around waiting for him to give me something to do. So I called an Uber and set out for a day of pampering. When I got back to the crib, I was greeted by a raging lunatic. He was furious! He yelled, screamed, and threw shit against the walls for hours. I had never seen someone lose control of his emotions like that. Not only did his reaction scare the shit out of me, it made me think something wasn’t right.
I couldn’t deny that a part of the reason I didn’t want to be kept in the dark anymore was because I was starting to have feelings for him, but I also felt somewhere in my gut that things weren’t as he’d said they were. After he’d come to my rescue, I had a hard time remembering things from the last year of my life. The doctors had told me it could possibly be post-traumatic stress and that the ordeal that I had witnessed had caused me to repress memories of anything that had to do with what I had experienced.
Graciously, my knight in shining armor had set me up with a private nurse in his home who’d helped me recuperate quickly. He’d even had a psychologist come in and help me try and get some of my memories back, but nothing had really helped. I started having nightmares and anxiety attacks, and the doctor prescribed anti-anxiety medication to help me relax. Once I started taking the meds, the nightmares faded, and I started to feel better about my repressed memories. He’d given me the run-down of what had happened, and because of his selfless acts of kindness and his generosity, I started to trust him. I let go of wanting to know what had happened and just started living in the now, and it felt great. He made sure I wanted for nothing and spoiled me endlessly. His pipe game was all that, and I was really starting to care for him. But after that scene he’d caused after I had left the house, my fucking Spidey senses were tingling. All that he’d done for me should’ve been enough for me to do whatever he asked with no questions, but I couldn’t ignore what I felt in the pit of my stomach.
His hand landed on my thigh, pulling me out of my thoughts. I smiled weakly at him as I admired his features. His pretty hazelnut colored skin, toned athletic body, soft curly hair, and perfect lips made him irresistibly handsome. But the coldness that had settled behind his dark brown eyes, told the story of a man I hadn’t met yet…a man that had a much darker soul and a yearning for revenge at all cost. Even though I felt like I had nothing to lose, I had to look at the situation and wonder if I had anything to gain from aligning myself with him. I wasn’t sure, and my intuition was screaming that my savior wasn’t exactly a hero.
Blaze
July 2015
“So you gon’ let a chick bust your ass?” I laughed without taking my eyes off the TV screen. I tapped my fingers across the PS4 controller and made my create-a-player alley-oop, bringing the score to 56-41.
“Man, you’re cheating!” Grey screamed next to me.
“How?” I laughed.
“Man…you just are!”
I hit pause on the game that we were currently immersed in and hopped off the couch. Laughing all the way to the kitchen, I slid across the slick wood floors like Tom Cruise in Risky Business and opened the oven. The smell of the homemade hot wings invaded my nostrils, causing me to take a deeper breath. It was Saturday night, and instead of going out, I’d arranged for us to have a nice chill night in. I’d hooked up his PlayStation to my 50-inch TV, threw some food in the oven, and chilled a few Coronas in the freezer. I was currently beasting on this nigga in NBA2K15 and I had plans to kick is ass in Uno, Gin Rummy, and pool before the night was over.
“Food is ready, sore loser. C’mon and get your plate.”
I slipped on an oven mitt and pulled the hot cookie sheet full of wings out of the oven and then sprinkled a little shredded parmesan on the garlic fries and closed the oven. Removing the oven mitt, I went to pull plates from the cabinet. Before I could get my hands on one, I felt Grey’s hands slip around my waist before he spun me around. I was met with a sweet kiss to my lips that made me grin.
“Gone somewhere, boy. We still have six minutes left in the second half, and you’re not about to dickmatize me into an L.” I swatted him away.
“Fuck that game, man. I’m trying to get up inside of you.”
My whole body flushed with heat, and butterflies started to dance around in my stomach. You don’t understand, honey. Every single time I got sexed by my man, it was like the first time. He knew my body inside and out. He had it memorized liked we’d been lovers in a previous life. He could give me what I needed without me having to ask or guide him. The level of epicness that was reached during our sex sessions was out of this world. Just the mere mention of him wanting to be inside of me got me hot and ready like a Little Caesar’s pizza.
“The food is hot, boo! We gotta eat.” I tried to sidestep him, but he slid his hands underneath my short pajama dress and used his grip on my booty to pull me close.
“You hot, baby. And I can feel that thang is too.” He maneuvered his hand around to the front of my dress and pat my bare pussy. My clit throbbed from the simple touch, and I bit d
own on my lip so hard I thought I drew blood. When he had first arrived, he’d caught me right out of the shower, so I had rushed to get dressed, foregoing panties.
“Grey, stop playing. We’re supposed to be having a game night.”
“Oh, I got some games we can play all right.” He nibbled on my ear causing a shiver to run down my spine. He let go of the grip he’d had on my left ass cheek and fixed my dress. “But I’ll leave you alone.”
Grey smacked my ass before he sauntered over toward the freezer to remove the beers. Satisfied that I’d gotten his horndog ass to calm down long enough to have dinner, I slid the oven mitt back on and opened the oven. I bent over to drizzle a little truffle oil on the fries and season them with salt. I had only been bent over for a few seconds before I popped back up in surprise.
“Uhh!” Was the only thing I could get out once I felt Grey’s dick ease into my pussy while I tended to the fries. The bottle of truffle oil fell to the floor and rolled away when I reached for the counter to brace myself.
“You just gon’ bend that fat ass over and show me that pussy after you told me I can’t have none, huh?” Grey’s breath tickled my ear as he continued to hit me with long strokes. He eased his cold hands under my dress and rolled my nipples between his fingers.
“F-fuck…Fuuuckkk…” I screamed.
Moving me out of the way of the oven, he shut the door and turned the knob to off without ever losing his rhythm. This dick fit like the last puzzle piece and my walls rejoiced. Hurriedly, Grey threw the back of my dress up so that he could watch my ass bounce as he delivered hard, aggressive strokes, murdering my pussy like he had beef with it. I arched my back to give him more access, and he braced himself on the small of my back. Gripping my hips for dear life, he rammed into me as deep as he could, and for a few moments, he just marinated there.
“Fuck,” he said, panting. “I need to take my time with this.”
Easing out of the vice grip my pussy had on him, Grey backed away and grabbed my hand. I followed behind him, and he led me upstairs to my bedroom. Already decorated to give off a romantic island vibe, I had dimmed the lights and opened the French doors before he’d arrived. The light scent of vanilla, tropical fruit, and coconut wafted in the air. And the breeze from the open door made the chiffon curtains dance against the wall. Quickly, I hit the button on the wall to turn on the surround sound, and sultry sounds of The Weeknd’s “Often” oozed from the speakers.
“I usually love sleeping all alone, This time around bring your friend with you, But we ain't really going to sleep at all.”
Grey immediately stripped out of his clothes, so I followed suit. I chucked the pajama dress across the room and stood before him in my birthday suit. My body was not perfect by any means. I had jiggles in places most women were firm, and my breast and ass didn’t sit up all perfect like an Instagram model. But Grey’s obvious appreciation of my body and his acceptance of my flaws made me more confident in what I was working with. As I stood before him stark naked, I could see the hunger he had for me in his eyes, and it made me weak with desire.
“C’mere girl.” Grey said lazily as he stroked his pretty, thick dick.
Happy to oblige, I walked over to the bed he was laying on prepared to suck the soul out of him. But before I could get all the way down on my knees, he stopped me.
“Naw, I need to feel you. Bring at’ pussy here.”
Fuck! Why did he have to say shit like that? His cute little Midwest accent and the low growl of his voice made me even hornier. I climbed on top of the bed and hovered my body over his. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him and swallowed him completely with my lower set of lips. A gasp escaped my mouth as I felt him touching parts of me that no one else had dared to touch. Grey reached up and grabbed a hold of my breasts and fondled them as I found my rhythm. I started a slow bounce, letting my walls get acquainted with the width and length of him. We’d had sex countless times since we’d been together, but my shit tightened back up with the quickness. So every time he got up in it, I had to adjust.
“Baby, I can make that pussy rain, often, often, often, girl. I do this often. Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it…”
“Shit, B! This shit is fire. Fuck this dick, girl.”
I picked up my speed once I got comfortable and really went to work. Resting my hands flat on the bed, I shifted my weight and rhythmically bounced my ass in a circle. His face contorted as I worked out on top of him, and he quickly reached up and dug his nails into my ass. Slamming my body down hard to meet his pumps, Grey found my G-spot and it was a wrap. I rained liquid love down on him so hard I was sure I’d made a wet spot on the bed. It never took Grey long to get me off because he had studied my body like a textbook. His sex game was perfection, right down to the way he continued to slow pipe me while I was releasing my orgasm.
I was spent from the magnitude of the orgasm he’d just given me, but I knew he wasn’t done with me yet. I hopped off him and assumed the position…doggy style with just enough arch to drive him crazy. It was his favorite. But he surprised me yet again.
“Uh-uh. C’mere.”
Grey pulled me off the bed and toward the open door. We were greeted by a gentle breeze that sent a chill coursing through my body. Grey gently leaned my upper body over the railing of the balcony and pushed my hair off my neck. The small kisses that landed at the base of my neck coupled with the feel of the night air rushing over my body elicited a sensual moan from my mouth. Like butter, Grey eased his perfect size tool inside me, and my body became covered with goose bumps. The ridges of his dick collided with the silkiness of my walls, and I screamed out in pleasure.
“Yes, baby! Fuck me,” I hissed.
“Damn, this shit wetter than a muhfucka.”
The Weeknd had long since ended his serenade, and Chris Brown had taken over, singing about the end of the world. Grey used his hands to roam my body and squeeze my meaty thighs. Trying to match his thrust, I ground my body into his, and I could feel him losing control. His teeth sank into my shoulder, and I whimpered at the pain and pleasure that my body was experiencing.
“I'm gon' kiss your other set of lips. Hold your body by your legs and hips. The world can't end until we finish. Girl we gon'…”
We were in a zone, and everything else was fading away. He had his arms wrapped around my waist, using my hips to drive himself deeper inside of me. He was so deep I could damn near feel him touching my heart with every thrust. I was on the brink of another orgasm, but I wanted him to get his. My body betrayed my intentions and clued him in to my pending orgasm because his hand eased down my stomach and right to my love button. He continued to fuck me and used his hand to rub my clit. The sensation of both had me on ten.
“Shi…shi…shitttt…” I stuttered as I tried to hold back the eruption I felt coming.
“I feel you. Let that shit go, baby. Come for Daddy.”
I could feel my ass shuddering against his body as the orgasm ripped through me like a tsunami. I let out a scream that would have alerted half of Los Angeles and gripped the railing for extra security.
“Got damnnn,” Grey sang.
He released a few seconds after I did, and we finished together to the sounds of August Alsina’s hypnotic joint, “Porn Star.” Out of breath and fluids, we remained in the same spot and stared at the stars as we waited to come down off our sex high. Grey nuzzled my neck, wrapped his strong vanilla latte colored arms around me, and I smiled.
“I love you, man,” he said before he took a gentle bite out of my neck.
“I love you too, Grey,” I whispered. I had never been surer of anything in my life. My heart truly belonged to this man, and I was over the moon, head over heels, crazy in love with him.
Roman
July 2015
As I watched her move her body in perfect rhythm with the beat, I knew she was the one. Finally, after three months of searching every bar, club, strip club, mall, and anything else in between, I had found the girl I was
looking for.
I sat at the bar watching her set and studied the rest of the patrons of the club. She had every man in the building stuck on stupid as they followed her every move from the way she wound her hips to the sensual way that she caressed her breasts. I had to admit that it was even hard for me to take my eyes off of her, and that was a feat. She had kidnapped everyone's attention and was holding it ransom, waiting for a tsunami of dollar bills to hit the air before she let it go.
With striking, cat-like brown eyes, mahogany color skin that glowed like it had been kissed by the sun, and wild curly hair that flowed past her shoulders, baby girl was fire. She reminded me of Chili from TLC with the body of Alicia Keys in her prime. Her name was Ashlynn ‘Juicyfruit’ Mychaels, and she was definitely the one…the missing puzzle piece. She was the final weapon in my arsenal.
I waited until she had finished her set and sauntered back into the room before I approached her. She was now wearing a white bra top with lace floral cutouts, and a white g-string with multiple straps holding in her hips. Not wanting another man to grab her before I could, I threw back my shot and pulled at her hand as she walked by. She paused, letting her eyes travel up from my shoes to my face and smiled.
“Can I get a private dance?” I asked.
“Yes, you can.” She smiled as she looked me over.
She grabbed my hand and led me to the left side of the club that was separated by heavy velvet curtains. She pulled them back and ushered me inside. As janky as the club looked on the outside, it was decked out on the inside. The room we entered looked like an Arabian palace with the walls lined in glittering gold molding and beautiful velvet fabric draped from the ceiling in jewel tone colors. The seating area was a long, high-back booth laid in tufted crushed velvet fabric and a gold pole was situated a few feet in front. I took a seat on the couch, and she walked toward the pole. I stopped her.