by Sephiri J
“Shit,” City said.
My mouth covered his dick, and he let out a low moan. Slowly, I stroked the shaft as my mouth and tongue played with his monster. When I felt his fingers in my hair I knew he was into it. He grabbed my head, trying to slow me down, so I slowly rocked back and forth, moving my tongue side to side as I gave him head. The water falling down from the shower helped me lubricate his dick, but my mouth was doing a fucking damn good job by itself regardless.
“Suck that shit, babe,” he said, and I put more pressure in my mouth as I sucked it.
“Mmmm,” I said as I got into it.
I could feel my pussy leaking because I was hella wet. I wanted all that dick, and I wanted it now. I popped him out of my mouth and stood up, so I could bend over in front of him.
“Nah, hold up,” he said as he reached for the removable showerhead.
I watched him as he took that shit and changed the pulse setting. Then, when he dropped to his knees and pushed my legs apart, I held my breath. His tongue started lapping at my clit, and my knees started to shake.
“Baaaaabe,” I said as I massaged his head.
He kept going with his tongue, but when he added the pulsating shower head, I almost lost my mind. As he licked my pussy, he put the shower head by his mouth. The jets as they squirted on me made me feel like I was about to pass out. As his tongue and the water played with my clit, I had to hold on to the wall, so I wouldn’t fall over.
“Oh my God, baby, don’t stop,” I said and closed my eyes.
I felt like I was getting a cramp in my leg from how good the shit felt, but I didn’t want to tell him to stop. I wanted him to keep doing exactly what he was doing because I felt like I was about to die and go to heaven. I felt the orgasm building, and I let out a loud low moan.
“Mmmmmmm, yes, babe! Oh shit, I’m ’bout to cum, babe. Aaahh!” I yelled as my orgasm rocked my entire body.
I almost fell over, but he didn’t move his head from between my legs. He put the showerhead down and kept lapping at my pussy while drinking all the juices that were leaking down my thighs.
Pulling back, he looked up at me. “Shit, you juicy as fuck, baby.”
He buried his head again in my sweet spot, and my legs began to shake. City’s head was top notch, A1. I didn’t know which one was better, the head or the dick. I think they tied for equal spots, to be honest. If I could have him fuck me and eat me out at the same damn time. I wouldn’t do shit else with my day but lay back and have him work on me. His tongue was going in slow circles, and I felt another orgasm coming.
“Baaaaaaby!” I said in ecstasy.
I gripped his head as my body shook from the second orgasm. I opened my eyes and saw stars. This was out of this fucking world.
“Oh my god, baby. That was fucking crazy. I’m ready for that dick.” He stood up, and as he did, I reached down and grabbed his rock-hard dick.
The head was beautiful. It was so fucking perfect. It was like, every time I saw it, I wanted it in my mouth like a thermometer. That was where it belonged. He turned me around, and I had to let go of it, but when he bent me over, and I felt him nudging at my entrance, I held my breath.
“Oooooh. Yes, baby,” I said as he entered me from the back.
His hands gripped my ass he guided himself into me. I was so wet, and the water dripping around us made it even easier. His dick slid inside me with not a lot of work. I was so full that I couldn’t even talk. It was crazy that this man was walking around with this big ass dick in his pants like this was some normal shit.
“Shit, baby,” he said as he slowly worked his way back out of me.
The head rubbed against my G-spot as he worked back into me and slowly rocked back and forth. I felt him hitting all the right nerves. Reaching out to hold on to the wall, I felt him pick up the pace.
“Yes, City. Like that, babe,” I said. This was the best sex I had ever had in life.
“Fuck. Take this shit, Bo. I told you I was gonna give you that shit,” City said as he rammed into me from behind.
He was gripping me so hard that I could feel his fingers digging into my ass. I couldn’t even move as I rode the wave with him.
“I’m cumming, baaaaabe!” I screamed as my body shook.
“Fuck, I’m ’bout to nut,” he said, and I felt him shudder behind me.
That did it for me, and my legs started to shake. My body erupted, and I felt my juices leaking down my leg. City came right after me.
“Oh shit,” he said as his dick pulsed inside of me.
I couldn’t even move. He leaned forward and kissed my back from my shoulders to my waist. Just the feel of his lips on me made me get wet all over again. I wiggled my ass on his crotch and felt him getting hard again.
“You startin’ some more shit. You sure you ready for this?”
I turned to look at him and bit my bottom lip before glancing back down at his dick, my new best friend.
“You know I stay ready when he’s involved.”
He chuckled and turned me around. In one movement, he picked my ass up and pressed me against the shower wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his lips crashed on to mine. I was ready for round 2, it was damn near impossible for me to even tell him no.
15
City
The next day
Yesterday had me all types of mentally fucked up. I hadn’t expected Rigs to jump out the car the way he did. Seeing him get hit by that truck and the way his body flew across the highway was some shit I knew I would never forget in life. I didn’t like the nigga, but I wasn’t expecting him to die like that. I felt worse for Pops because he just went through it, and now to hear that his son was dead, he wasn’t taking it well at all. I hated that shit.
Today I had to push that to the side because I was driving up to Charlotte to handle some shit with Guwop. He still had this charge hanging over his head, and from what the lawyer was saying, the only thing the State had was the word of some “anonymous” witness. Me and G both knew exactly who it was. Process of elimination. And now we were going to handle that shit because they had me fucked up if they thought I was ’bout to be the one looking at a jail sentence because of a scary ass nigga.
“How’s Sade?” I asked G, who was sitting in the passenger seat beside me.
“She aight. Not happy, though, especially since I gotta go handle this and won’t be back till tomorrow. Nigga got her scared as fuck, but she in the house, and I got the security system on. You know ain’t nobody running up in there. That shit is like Fort Knox.”
I chuckled. He was right. “We gotta deal with her ex nigga, though. Marcus is fucked up. I called the hospital this morning. His sister flew in from New York to stay with him. They sayin’ his brain function is limited, and they don’t think he gon’ recover all the way.”
“Shit. That’s some crazy ass shit.”
“I know. If Greg thinks he ’bout to do a repeat of that shit on Sade or you, he might as well pick his coffin out now,” I said.
“Nigga dumb as fuck, but he can’t be that fuckin’ stupid.”
“At this point, you never know. Sade said he was on some shit she never seen him on before. I don’t trust that nigga, so who knows what he’s gonna try next.”
“I feel you, but don’t worry about that shit. After we handle this, we gon’ handle him.”
Guwop nodded, but I could tell his thoughts were still on that. I didn’t blame him either.
“You still want to go after Rigs’ mama?” he asked, changing the subject.
I exhaled and squinted as I looked out the window. Rigs was dead, but that didn’t excuse the shit she did. She still tried to kill Pops, and she had to pay for that shit. I wasn’t about to give her a pass because I felt bad that she was burying her son. She could honestly join him, and they could get matching graves or whatever. She tried it when she went after Pops, but I didn’t know what Pops’ head space was right now. I was gonna give it a couple days and then talk to him. I knew he
r ass wasn’t going anywhere. And without Rigs here to protect her ass, she probably was shitting bricks. Better for me either way.
“Ima talk to Pops about it in a few days, but she gotta pay for what the fuck she did,” I answered.
“Fuck yeah, she gotta pay. I got your back however you decide to handle it.”
I nodded and looked at him. I was glad we had squashed that stupid shit that Lucas came at us with. That shit could have gone all the way left, and it would have been a whole other fucking story right now. Me and Guwop were both hard headed niggas. If he didn’t know me like he was supposed to know me and took Lucas word as bond, we would probably both be in somebody’s hospital right beside Marcus.
“I know you do, bruh. I ’preciate you,” I said.
For the next hour, we drove, getting closer to our destination. I was just glad G had gotten this nigga’s address, so we could run up. Lucas’ connect’s name was Mitch. Supposedly, the black driver was Ben, and the white one who came at Guwop and got knocked out was Zane. I didn’t care if all them niggas had to die; we were fixin’ this shit before we left.
“All the money was there when you went to pick it up from Lucas’ car?” I asked Guwop.
He nodded. “That dumb nigga. He was probably getting ready to slide his ass out from Miami across the country or somewhere. When you on some shit, you not usin’ your brain, cuz his car had expired tags, so they could’ve impounded that shit quick.”
“Fuck. I’m just glad you got that shit back because all this here ain’t worth it when no money is involved.”
“That’s word,” Guwop said.
“Although, to be honest, I wouldn’t have been sittin’ back with no money off this lick. We would’ve gotten that money back from somewhere. Lucas’ mama or pops would’ve been suckin’ dick for some dollars till they got that mill.”
“That’s a lot of fuckin’ dicks, bruh,” Guwop said as he laughed out loud.
I chuckled too.
“This is Mitch’s place,” Guwop said as we pulled up to a house.
It was a regular looking house on a side street with an old white truck parked out front. I hopped out the car and walked over to the front door then knocked hard.
“Who, that?” a voice from inside said.
“Open up, nigga.”
I heard shuffling, and then I saw the curtain beside the door move to the side before a face peered out. I rapped on the door again because I didn’t have all day.
“Open up.”
The lock clicked, and the door slowly opened. Guwop roughly pushed the door in and barged into the house.
“You Mitch?”
“Woah, hold up, though. Who y’all niggas?” the man said.
He was short, like 5’5”, and fat, with a bald head and a big ass gut.
“Lucas told us you the nigga who hooked us up for the job with the cars,” I said and squinted at him. His eyes got wide, and he looked down at the floor.
“Yeah, nigga, we need to have a conversation,” Guwop said. “Your mans is talkin’, and we need to find him. The fuck is happening?”
“Look, man, that shit wasn’t supposed to happen. I told Lucas that shit had nothin’ to do with me. I did my part and gave y’all the information. Ben was cool with the situation, but Zane wasn’t in that shit. Ben got freaked the fuck out when Zane got knocked out. Y’all niggas said no one would get hurt.”
Guwop walked up and roughly pulled him up. “Shit fucking happens. Which one of them been speakin’ to the cops? They locked me up and got charges hanging over me, so I need some answers.”
“Okay, chill, man. I’m on your side. I’m not tryin’ to go to jail either. Zane was the one who talked shit. Ben gave ’em the license number of the truck, and Zane described you as the one who knocked him out.”
“Where them niggas at now?” I asked.
“They should be at the office. I was getting ready to go in right now.”
“Aight, hurry up then since we takin’ a ride,” Guwop said and nodded toward the front door.
Mitch nodded and shuffled to the back. I glanced at G.
“This some bullshit.”
“I got an idea. The trucks was registered to Lucas since I had him rent them bitches. Nigga described me with dreads, so that’s why the cops latched on to me. But we gotta make one of ’em say they was mistaken and go back to the cops and describe Lucas. Nigga is dead, so who the fuck gonna contradict what they say? And as far as they know, my ass was asleep in my bed in Miami like I told them.” Guwop shrugged.
I nodded. “Yeah, you right. I’m sure we can find a way to make ’em change their story.” I chuckled.
They weren’t ready for the shit we were about to bring to their doorstep. Two minutes later, Mitch stepped out from the side room he had disappeared into.
“Let’s go,” Guwop said, and we walked back to the car.
All of us got in, Mitch in the back.
“So, what you ’bout to do?” he asked.
“Don’t worry ’bout that. Just show us where them niggas at and clear anybody else out who don’t need to be in there.”
Mitch nodded. If he knew what was good for him, he better not ask any questions or do anything stupid.
I turned to him, though, because we needed to get some information on these two niggas if our plan was gonna work.
“They got family here? What’s their story?”
“Zane got a daughter. I think she ’bout six. She lives with him and his mother. Ben got a girl, and I think she pregnant. I don’t know too much about them, though.”
I nodded. I could use that. Thirty minutes later, we pulled up at his job. It was a big ass warehouse, and when we pulled up, there were a few men outside. I looked around for the two men from the job but didn’t see them.
“Stay here. Let me see if they are inside,” Mitch said as he jumped out the back seat of the car.
Me and Guwop stayed in the car. I was ready to get this shit over with. Ten minutes later, Mitch walked back toward us. He looked anxious too.
“They inside. I told the other men who were inside that we were done for the day, and they should come back tomorrow. They all gone now.”
Guwop jumped out the car, and I followed him. Mitch walked in front of us back into the warehouse. Once we got inside, I immediately saw the two men. When the black one, Ben, saw us, his eyes got wide, and he started walking to the back.
“Ain’t no runnin’ nigga, unless you want a shot to the back of your head,” Guwop shouted after him as he pulled out his Glock.
Ben stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around.
“I thought so. Bring your ass back. We got shit to discuss.”
“Ay, man, listen. I don’t want no problems, man,” the white boy, Zane, said. He looked between me and G with his hands up, and he looked scared as fuck.
“Sit the fuck down on the floor,” I said, pulling out my piece and pointing at the ground.
He immediately dropped to the floor.
“Which of y’all niggas been running your mouth to the cops?” Guwop asked, looking between the two of them.
No one said anything.
“Speak, nigga!” he shouted, and Ben jumped, but they both remained silent.
“Aight, we playin’ them type of games? Bet,” Guwop said and aimed his gun at Ben’s leg. He fired off a shot, and he screamed.
“I need a fucking answer now!” he yelled.
“I just gave them the license plate,” Ben said as spit formed at the sides of his mouth.
He was rocking back and forth on the floor as he held on to his leg that was bleeding badly.
“So, you the one that’s been running your mouth?” I said, turning to the white boy.
He looked pale as fuck, like he was about to pass out. He didn’t stop looking at the blood that was leaking out of Ben’s leg.
“Ay, yo, I asked you a fucking question. You the one who gave the cops my nigga’s description?”
He finally looked
over at me, but then he turned to the side and wretched up vomit on the warehouse floor.
“You nasty ass nigga,” Guwop said, looking at him in disgust.
“Please, we can pretend like I didn’t see shit. Please, just let me go,” Zane said and wiped his mouth.
“Nah, we ain’t pretending shit, nigga. What you think this is? Disney fucking land? You takin’ your ass to the cops and giving a statement that the nigga you saw looked like this nigga right here,” Guwop said then pulled out his phone and showed him a picture of Lucas.
Zane looked at it and then looked back at Guwop.
“Get the fuck up,” G said, but Zane didn’t move.
G kissed his teeth and turned to Ben. “You just cost this nigga his life cuz you want to act aggy,” he said before he let out two shots to Ben’s head. He fell over dead.
“Holy shit!” Zane screamed then grabbed his head and looked at Ben’s dead body in shock.
“I heard you got a daughter, bruh,” I said and turned back to Zane. I was getting impatient now.
He turned and looked at me with wide eyes, but now his skin looked a pale green.
“How old is she? ’Bout five or six? She probably home with your moms now, right? We not going to jail over this, so either you take your bubble guts ass up off this floor, or we takin’ a ride to your mama’s house and do them like we did your boy Ben.”
“No, please. Please, please, please. Not my family. Please, I’ll do what you want. Please,” he said and got up with his hands raised.
He was scared as hell. I would’ve never killed his daughter, but that nigga didn’t need to know that. I probably would’ve killed his mama, though, if he didn’t act right.
“Walk!” Guwop yelled.
He jumped but started walking to the door. We all walked behind him, and I watched to make sure Mitch was coming too. All four of us got in the car and drove in silence to the police station. Since the investigation started here, we needed this nigga to go to the cop who he spoke to in the first place and change his fucking story. We pulled up to the precinct, and I turned to look at Zane. He was shaking like a leaf.