Thong on Fire
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Now Saucy!
You know how bad your body is calling,
For me to give it to you how you want it,
So what’s it gonna take for you to come and rock with me?
Yo, what my bank gotta be like to take you out for a bite?
Breeze out on the pike, and take you out for the night?
Aaight, well, maybe my perception is off,
So let’s just conversate and see where this connection evolves,
Brown skin, nice slim frame calling the kid,
On my mind while I’m driving, it be hauntin’ the kid…
So I guess I gotta check for it, dress up real fresh for it,
That main position in ya life? I’m the best for it!
And I guess I can take the first chances,
No lie, ’cause a nigga was hooked at first glances!
I hope I can advance and get some romance in,
Slide you up outta them tight jeans you cramped in…
Baby lemme tell you the truth…I really feel you and I’m tryna make you mine tonight…
Know ya need a nigga like me,
I’ll be your homey, I’ll protect you hold you down when it’s time to ride…
When we pulled up in Free’s driveway my mouth was hanging open.
Yeah, his crib was in the same state as Whitney and Bobby’s, but it was nothing like I imagined theirs was.
For one thing, it was small.
Real small. Just a regular little house on one of them blocks that you see folks getting up every morning to go grind for a paycheck. Yeah, it was clean and everybody had a decent car and kept their grass trimmed and shit, but there were mad little kids running up and down the block, and chicks my age had big bellies and were sitting on the porch watching Man and Pookie race to the stop sign on their tricycles. Only they called they kids Michael and Peter out here.
I guess my feelings were all over my face, ’cause he just laughed as he unlocked the door and let me in. The inside was small too. Definitely not Whitney and Bobby’s joint.
I walked up ten steps and back ten steps. That was the foyer.
For a single baller living by himself this was not what I had expected at all. Free’s kitchen was tiny, but it was real clean. There were two plates stacked in the rack, but not a dish was in the sink and the trash can was empty and had a plastic bag in it that was folded down over the rim.
His living room was small and the furniture looked old, but nice. He had a small—no, fuck that—a tiny television and a banging Bose stereo system, but other than that it didn’t look like a whole lot of doe had gone into the place at all.
“The bathroom is right through that door over there if you gotta go,” he said, and locked the front door behind us. He turned on the television to a ball game, then turned the volume all the way down and cut on the stereo. There were two bedrooms, but both of them was real small. I heard a track from Spoon Dinero’s mixtape hit the speakers as I walked through a small doorway and into the tiny bathroom.
It was just as neat as the kitchen. The sink was baby blue, and so was the toilet. He had a navy blue shower curtain hanging from a real short bar, and a small clothes hamper sat under the sink. I used the bathroom and flushed the toilet, and that shit was loud as hell. I used the noise to cover up the sound of me opening his vanity cabinet over the sink. I saw two razors, a half-rolled tube of Crest, a bar of Ivory soap still in the wrapper, and some expensive cologne. I also saw a small jewelry box, and when I opened it up the most beautiful white-gold earrings lay on a square of cotton.
Without even thinking about it I turned on the water in the sink, and then shook them bad boys out and held them in my hand. They were phat as hell! I ripped off a few squares of toilet tissue and set the earrings in the middle and wrapped them up good before sticking the whole wadded package in my bra up under my left titty. Closing the box back, I set it exactly where it had been and shut the cabinet door quietly. Then I washed my hands, surprised that the towel on the rack was real soft and smelled like Febreze.
When I went back into the living room Free was standing in the kitchen looking in the refrigerator.
“I put your bags in the room, baby,” he said over his shoulder. “Go on in there and make sure everything I got is good enough for you. Don’t be shy about nothing either. Look under the bed and in the closet too. I keep all my real personal shit in a box on the top shelf of the closet, so make sure you hit that too.”
“Oh, you are funny for real,” I said, laughing.
He laughed too. “You know how you females like to do. Got ya eyes everywhere. Did you see your little present in the medicine cabinet?”
Aw shit! I didn’t know how to act.
“What present? All I did was use the bathroom. I didn’t go snooping all through your medicine cabinet, boy!”
Bet I ran my ass back in that bathroom real quick!
I snatched them earrings outta my bra and stuck the tissue in my pocket. Then I opened the vanity cabinet and grabbed the box and set them back inside.
“Ooooh!” I screamed and ran back into the kitchen. “Free!” I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him all over his face. “These babies are sweet as hell!”
Forget that I had just tried to jack his ass for his jewelry. I sat the box on the counter and pressed my body up against his. Fuck all that waiting and getting to know each other better shit. I wanted some of what he had and those earrings had just guaranteed that he was worthy of getting some of what I had.
I kissed his face, his ears, his neck. I moved down his chest and kissed his left nipple through his shirt, then dropped to my knees and tugged on his belt buckle as I licked the smooth skin on his belly, sliding my tongue around his navel and wetting up the line of curly hair trailing down into his jeans.
“You know what you doing, Soy Saucy?” Free said, looking down at me. I saw what was in his eyes and I loved it. This nigga was weak for me. He was dying to slide his dick down my throat, and I was dying for it too.
“Hottt Saucy,” I reminded him as I watched his thick fingers unhook his plain black belt. By now I knew not to expect no designer shit from him like a BAPE or nothing so I wasn’t surprised. I placed my fingers over his and helped slide his zipper down, my eyes on zoom and anticipating what I’d see waiting for me on the other side of his black boxers.
I wasn’t disappointed not one damn bit. Free had a bomb dick. It was smooth and hard and dark just like the rest of his body, and perfectly formed. It wasn’t twelve inches, but it was definitely more than eight, and my eyes wanted to start tearing up as I gazed at it. It was just phat like that.
I pulled out the best of my skills for this special occasion. I wanted to make this dick-sucking an event he would remember for the rest of his damn life. I grabbed it in both hands and stroked it gently for a second, then a little bit harder.
Free grabbed it at the base and guided it toward my mouth, and I opened up for him and slowly inserted it in my mouth, throating that shit inch by inch until my tonsils hurt. My lips gripped his shaft as I reached back with the tip of my tongue and massaged the head. I heard him moan, and I relaxed my throat and sucked the last inch of him down into my neck, tightening my lips and darting my tongue around to slather his whole dick inside my mouth.
I started going at him with pure rhythm. Bobbing my head as I squeezed the bottom of his dick. My mouth kept his dick nice and wet, and I jacked him off and sucked him at the same time, building up to a beat that had this nigga’s knees shaking as he held on to the counter and tried to stay on his feet.
Free was really moaning now, going from some short tight humps to a straight-out mouth fuck. They didn’t call this shit neck pussy for nothing either. The more he stroked, the more I relaxed my throat, the wetter my mouth got, the deeper his dick was able to slide down in my neck.
My dick-lick was flawless, and I knew it. I loved sucking dick and the juice in my mouth was like hot lava. I put my game down on Free like never before, and w
hen he cupped his hands over my ears and slammed his hips into my face, I took that shit like the bad bitch I was, because I could have sucked his dick every day without getting enough of it.
I swallowed everything in my mouth and loved that shit. My pussy was just as wet as Free’s dick, and when he pulled me up by my arms and covered my mouth with his, I pressed against him and sighed as my nipples tingled on his chest.
“Damn,” is all Free could say when he could finally talk again. “Your lips, girl. Your tongue. Goddamn…”
My fingers traced the thick head of his dick and I was glad he was still hard because I needed me some of that real bad. Free led me into his bedroom and we stripped outta our clothes. He didn’t even have to tell me nothing. I turned around real slow, modeling my pretty brown skin and firm body like I was up on the auctioning block and he had some funds.
“It’s all there,” he whispered, watching me. “Everything I could want is all in your package, Saucy. Your body’s perfect, girl. Just perfect.”
I knew that.
Free stretched me out on the queen-sized bed with the Wal-Mart sheets and comforter. I wasn’t really feeling the whole cheap cotton thing because the dudes I rolled with liked satin and other shit that screamed comfort and luxury, but when Free pulled the little plaid sheets back I climbed on in and there was a big smile on my face when he got in next to me and put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
My body was boiling and Free’s dick was on brick. He took one of my titties into his mouth and sucked my nipple gently, rolling it around on his lips until it stiffened and grew larger. I was gasping for air when he slid his fingers down my flat belly and dipped two of them inside my pussy. He played there for a while, then slid down and started licking my clit. I arched my back, shivering on his tongue. He stroked my stuff until cum ran outta me and I made him stop.
“I want some dick,” I whispered urgently. “Gimme that dick, baby. Gimme that dick.”
Free kissed me, snaking his tongue around wetly in my mouth, then he rubbed my hips and slid his leg over me, about to get on top.
“Wait!” I said, pushing on his hips to keep him from touching me with his dick. I knew what time it was, and I also knew how to play my cards if I wanted this little game to last for longer than tonight. “You got some plastic, boo? You be wrapping that shit up, right?”
I hated condoms, but I wasn’t gonna let Free think I was some irresponsible trick who just let niggas dig her out raw.
Free was grinning. “Yeah, baby. I got a hoodie and hell yeah. I wraps this thing up.”
A few moments later I rolled that plastic down over Free’s dick and he made sure it was on right.
“They didn’t have none bigger than this?” I asked. That shit looked like it was cutting off his circulation.
“I’m good, baby,” he said, kissing me again. “Now lemme make sure you get good right with me.”
And he did me good too. I shivered when he slid into me, hitting my walls and the back of my pussy too. If I thought I was the rhythm master, I was mistaken. Free could fuck. He was all about satisfying me and his pace had me sweating to keep up with him. He slammed that dick in me so good I thought we was gonna break the bed down. He hit me real, real fast and hard, then slowed down and put it in neutral, idling in it for a few seconds, and then stroking me real deep again until I was racing toward that good place, cumming over and over as he reached between us and massaged my puffy clit.
I was begging him to stop by the time he finally busted again, filling up that rubber. He’d taken me through some serious circuit training, banging me from all angles and at different thrust speeds and tempos until he got his nut in a big crazy blast. I almost panicked when he pulled outta me and I saw the condom had a little split in it, but Free said it had torn when it was almost all the way out, so not to worry. And now he was cuddling me, stroking my wet skin, touching my hair, moving his head to a familiar beat and whispering his rap from earlier softly in my ear.
Soy Saucy!
You know how bad your body is calling,
For me to give it to you how you want it,
So what’s it gonna take for you to come and rock with me?
Look a’ here luv, you can just kick back and loosen up,
Luckily you chose to fuck with me, so you moving up…
You lovin’ when I’m writing these raw rhymes, you got me,
That’s fine mami, I need more mind than body…
Scratchin’ my back, mami lovin it when daddy in it,
And anything, I’ll make it happen if you happy wit’ it
So what it’s hittin’ for, let me know what the feeling is,
You done with all the rest, now let me show you what it really is!
Baby lemme tell you the truth…I really feel you and I’m tryna make you mine tonight…
Know ya need a nigga like me,
I’ll be your homey, I’ll protect you hold you down when it’s time to ride…
I fell asleep with Free’s sweet words in my ear.
Our bout had been a real mismatch because he had put his sex game down so tight it sent me running to the corner. I woke up alone, and for a minute I had to figure out exactly where I was because the bed felt strange and I didn’t recognize the bare walls and ugly drapes. But then I felt something warm seeping out of me and remembered that Free had just dug me out nice and good, and my juices were still running. I sat up and reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a woven tissue box holder, and when I lifted it up I saw the edge of a dollar bill sticking out the bottom.
At least that’s what it looked like at first. It had been stuck up through a slot on the bottom, and when I turned the tissue holder over and pulled the money out, I realized that it was a one-hundred-dollar bill, and that there were a lot more of them stuck up in there.
I was counting them when I heard Free coming through the front door. “Where’d you go?” I asked sleepily when he came in the room. The tissue box was back on his nightstand and I was naked with my long legs stretched out.
He leaned over and kissed one of my brown nipples. “I went to get us some dinner. What I ate earlier, that was just a snack, mami.”
“Yumm,” I said, remembering how he had swirled that tongue in my coochie so good I’d almost pulled the cheap-ass sheets off his bed. “What did you buy?”
“Shrimp,” he said. “I’m gonna make us some garlic shrimp, and you can make us a salad.”
I opened one eye real wide.
“You want me to fix something? Why didn’t you just stop at a restaurant or something?”
Free stretched out next to me on the bed, but on top of the covers. “I hate eating food fixed by somebody I don’t know. I eat out when I have to, but I never bring junk up in here. This is my sanctuary from the rest of the world, Saucy. It’s where I rest, where I come to get my head straight and to stay in touch with the real me. So let’s get in the kitchen and feed each other right with something we made with our own hands, cool?”
Something about the way he put that explanation down felt good to me. I opened my mouth when he pressed his lips to mine and offered him my tongue to suck. He raked his fingers through my hair, then kissed the tip of my nose.
“Come on, girl. Get your fine ass up out that bed. Daddy’s hungry.”
I threw those covers back and stood up. I heard him gasp as I showed off my juicy light-brown breasts with the cocoa nipples that stood straight out. With my belly ring glinting, I turned around and walked around the bed, then danced barefoot toward the door as he watched my naked ass move. I stopped at the door and looked over my shoulder, then wound my hips around real sexy-like.
“Damn, girl. You gone ruin my appetite,” he grinned, shaking his head. “If I get more of that tonight!”
I used the bathroom and took a quick shower. His shower stall was all fucked up! First of all it was the size of half of a regular shower. The damn spout was connected to a hose that ran from the sink’s faucet. He had that
shit rigged up hood-tight, like a nigga trying to get free cable.
I had to admit it, the joint was small but Free had tried to think of everything. There was some Salon shampoo on the shower caddy and some Private Spa Collection shower gel. I washed my hair then poured gel all over my body and scrubbed myself until my skin felt fresh and clean. I turned off the water and stood there listening.
Free musta been out there in the kitchen getting the shrimp ready. I could hear the music flooding the air above the sound of water running in the kitchen sink. He was playing a Thug-A-Licious club banger. Thug’s stock had gone up sky high after his murder, and the fact that he used to spit for Ruthless Rap, Free’s label, and I had sucked the hell outta both of their dicks, was kinda crazy. Thug was hot though, and I nodded to the beat as Free blasted one of his last jams.
We get it in, my team pack the club out
Straight to the bar, no Crys, Yak the cup out
Niggas talk slick, we pull straps and bug out
Step on the kicks, we might black the fuck out!
I got the haze, a whole batch to puff out
Goons in the back, waitin for cats to stunt out
Ladies in the dugout, big breasts and butt out
No names needed that take the fun out!
I need to see a tongue out
If not, then cut out
Your friend comin in as soon as ya ass run out
We gonna drink till the last glass run out
12 AM getting it in till the sun out
Let’s move!
I’m tryna pop off with Mami,
Hit the floor, show her how we gone pop off the party! Let’s move!
I’m tryna blow sticky in the back,
Shawty dancing in the front, bouncin’ wit me to the track!
Let’s move!
I’m tryna get tips on the liq, sit and watch baby girl strip to my hits!
Let’s move!