Hood

by Noire

  His body was stiff with anger, but full of need at the same time. She kissed his neck, then reached higher and sucked on his earlobe, biting it gently as she sucked it to a slow fuck rhythm.

  Hood couldn’t take that shit. He needed some pussy right now. Not in two minutes, neither. Immediately. They wasn’t going nowhere.

  Moaning, he pulled her closer and palmed her soft, thick ass again. He gripped her cheeks and ground his hard dick all over her, trying hard to hold his head and not bust off in his pants.

  “Umm, baby. You feel so damn good. I been dreaming ’bout this pussy. Craving it…”

  “Oh yeah,” Egypt moaned and pushed her breasts against his muscular chest. She touched him everywhere. Tears began to stream down her face as she stared into his eyes. “This is a dream, ain’t it Mont? A dream, baby. Yummm…Please. Tell me you’re really here and this is not just another dream.”

  “It’s real,” he said, zipping his pants down and reaching for his dick. “It’s real, girl.”

  “We can’t fuck out here,” Egypt whispered and pushed against his hips.

  “Oh yeah we can.” He pushed her arms aside and turned her around until her back was against the window. He kissed her. His tongue was hot in her mouth. Hard and demanding.

  She moaned. “Somebody might come out and see us.”

  “So?” Hood shrugged. He grabbed her hips and picked her up and set her on the windowsill, then reached into his back pocket and came out with a condom. “They come out here they gone see a fuck show.”

  He lowered his head and nudged her robe aside with his teeth. Gasping at the sight, he put his mouth on her breasts and licked them all over.

  Egypt got dizzy. The hallway felt like an oven as her body heat went up to boil. Hood unbuckled his belt and let his pants and boxers drop around his ankles. Ignoring the sounds of little kids playing outside, Egypt took the condom he was holding out and slid it on him. Then she grabbed his dick and pressed it to her throbbing clit. She rubbed it between her legs and moaned as her juices flowed.

  Hood bent his knees and guided his missile toward her gushy, then thrust his hips forcefully, pushing into her until their pelvic bones smacked together.

  Egypt’s moans turned into sharp yelps. Hood sank into her, mashing her out, getting in deep. He held himself there and didn’t move.

  “Yeah!” she panted. “Right there. Oh yeah, right there.” Her cries echoed off the walls. Her pussy was nice and stuffed. The head of his dick was killing her deliciously. In as deep as it would go. Only Hood could dig her out like this and she loved it.

  Slowly, he withdrew. Watching as his plastic-coated dick slid out of her, Hood cursed and groaned. Her clit twitched visibly. His dick thumped to the same beat. Squeezing her thighs, he slid his muscle back inside her warmth and humped so hard her head slammed against the window with each thrust.

  “Lamoooont!” she screamed in ecstasy. Her body was on fire and she couldn’t wait any longer. She wrapped her long brown legs around his back and rode that dick with bronco strokes.

  He grunted in her ear and busted. Hard. His dick jerked so violently that she came too. Creaming him up. Gushing like a fountain.

  When they finally fell apart from each other, Hood could tell Egypt was scared to meet his eyes. His anger began rising in him. For five whole months his heart had burned with questions and now, standing in front of her with his balls empty but his heart still full, he felt like striking out at her. Punishing her.

  Snatching off the condom, he pulled his pants up then yanked Egypt down off the windowsill. The moment her feet hit the floor he cracked the back of his hand across her cheek sharply, knocking her back against the window. Hard. Twice. Then he leaned in close and asked the question that had been dogging him night and day for months.

  “Where the fuck you been, and what the fuck you been doing?”

  He could tell by the way she had devoured his dick that she had missed him and still felt for him. But why had his baby girl dropped off like that?

  He ignored the fear on her face as she cowered against the window.

  “I ain’t heard shit from you in five months, Egypt. You supposed to be my ride-or-die. But no visits, no letters. Nothing. How was a nigga supposed to take that shit?”

  He felt like hitting her again, but when Egypt finally looked into his eyes he could see her true feelings clearly. They were just as deep as they’d always been.

  “I couldn’t stand seeing you up there, baby,” she said, trying hard to explain at least part of it. “After Daddy got murdered I was here all by myself, and I…I just couldn’t handle that shit. Him gone, you locked up…nobody to turn to. Nowhere to stay. Some lawyer told me you coulda been looking at twenty years, Lamont! How was I supposed to sit there in that jail and face you knowing that?” Hot tears fell from her eyes and she turned her head to hide her guilt.

  Hood’s heart began to soften.

  He knew what it felt like to be out there alone in the cold. He had never wanted Egypt to go through the kind of pain he’d suffered. Knowing how scared she must have been after Fat Daddy got popped cut into him deeply and he was sorry he had hit her. He pulled her into his arms.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered, planting small kisses all over the spot where he’d slapped her. A welt had already begun rising on her cheek, and he tried his hardest to kiss that shit away.

  Two hours later his dick was hard again, but by now Hood and his girl were laying up in Cypress Arms, stretched out naked in his new bed, going at it hard. Hood busted a lot slower the second time around, but he was still way off his sex game and full of cum.

  They stayed locked up in his phat room all night long, ignoring the sounds of Dreko and his niggas wildin on the other side of the door. Music was blasting and the smell of sticky green wafted under the door. Hood didn’t move nothing but his dick. Him and Egypt stayed wrapped up in a blanket getting caught up physically and mentally. And later, for the first time in six months, Hood slept like a rock.

  Chapter 27

  Busted, disgusted, a fiend just can’t be trusted!

  EGYPT LAY WIDE awake beside her fucked-out, snoring man. Sleep was unthinkable as a mixture of conflicting emotions overtook her. She was a weak bitch. Nothing more than a project ho who was living a big-ass lie. She’d pissed all over her own dreams. Dropped her life goals with a quickness. Just to get on her knees and suck a fuckin pipe. She had become the exact thing that Lamont hated and despised most, and if he ever found out what kind of trash he was dealing with the results would surely be fatal.

  She had been so happy to see him when he hit the block. Both of them had changed in those six months, but only he had changed for the better. He had seemed taller, and he was definitely bulked up, but not like one of them career jailbirds who ate fifty-pound weights for breakfast.

  She loved it that he was back on the streets, but it scared her too. So much was different about her. Before Fat Daddy died, her and Hood would fuck half the night then lay naked together for hours. Wrapped in each others arms, they’d talk about everything in the world, from his street game and who was hustling who, to the operas she dreamed of one day seeing in France, to the patients in the world she planned to save with her own hands.

  Tonight she’d let him fill up her pussy and dig her out as deeply as he wanted, and while she had come over and over, harder each time, the after-sex comfort she used to enjoy with him was missing. Gone. It was all guilt now.

  She listened to the music coming from the outer rooms of the apartment and shivered under the blanket she and Lamont shared. Absentmindedly, she rubbed her feet against the hard muscles of his calves and tried to warm them. But the cold she was experiencing was nothing more than fear gripping her heart and spreading out to her limbs. Cold fear. And a cold craving, too.

  Lamont turned over in his sleep, facing away from her. He used to sleep with his arm around her spooning her so tight that it could get uncomfortable. But not tonight. There was d
istance between them in the bed, and she figured he was still in jailhouse mode and it would take him a minute to snap back. Egypt turned over too, her soft ass grazing him. Her thighs were slick and sticky with her sex juices, and even though her mind was worried, her pussy thumped deliciously.

  While her thoughts were troubled, Lamont was snoring like hell. Deep in that just-out-of-jail-and-

  just-fucked sleep. Egypt closed her eyes too and tried to push her guilt and fear deeper into her consciousness.

  Somebody knocked on the door three times. It was a down-low knock. Coming on the sneak tip.

  Egypt slid out of the bed and cracked the door.

  The light from the hallway hurt her eyes.

  Dreko stood there grinning. With his hand on his dick.

  “You owe me something, girl.”

  He put his head back and laughed.

  “Sshh!” Egypt’s heart banged. She looked over her shoulder. Lamont was still snoring. “Motherfucker is you crazy?” She tried to shut the door real fast, but he jammed his foot inside stopping her.

  “Dreko!” she tried to whisper. “Get the fuck outta here!”

  He laughed again. “Nah, you get your ass the fuck out here. I need some head baby. Some of that wet-neck. Hood done busted his, now I’m coming to get mines.”

  Fear crawled up her spine. “Stop playing,” she begged him in a hoarse whisper. “You gone get us caught!”

  He thought that shit was funny.

  “I ain’t his bitch, you are. Sheiit, Hood is my nigga. You won’t be the first trick we passed around—”

  “SSHHHT!” Egypt shushed him so hard spit flew out her mouth. Lamont coughed behind her and almost scared pee down her leg. “Please…” she begged. Tears were in her eyes. “Tomorrow. I’ll get with you tomorrow. I’ll do you good. Now go!”

  “Look, bitch.” Dreko reached into his sagging pants and extracted his long snake-looking dick. He maneuvered it around until it was sticking out of the waistband of his boxers and pressed flat against his belly. The head was fat and smooth, and he gripped the black shaft and stroked it to a slow rhythm.

  “I ain’t fuckin witchu girl. Either you gone come out here and take care of this right now, or I might get nasty and fuck around and wake ya boy up and put him down on our little secret. You owe me girl and your credit is already shaky. You could suck my dick morning, noon, and night for a month straight and still be in my pocket.”

  Egypt cried. Behind her, Lamont snored. She pushed Dreko in the chest as she walked from the room, crossing both the threshold and the point of no return.

  “Where you think you going?” Dreko asked as she headed down the hall with her shoulders sagging and her head down.

  She turned around and looked into the eyes of her man’s best friend.

  “To your room, Dreko,” she said quietly. There was no fight in her. “To suck your fuckin dick.”

  He shook his head. “Uh-uh. Not in there. In here.”

  Three minutes later Egypt found herself in the small kitchen. On her knees. Under the dining table. Sucking Dreko’s dick.

  “Now you be real quiet down there,” he cautioned her, pulling the tablecloth down around his thighs. Concealed from view, Egypt watched as he slid his whole dick outta his drawers. Balls too.

  “I got a little business to take care of, so I’ma call my boys in here. If you wanna keep this shit on the low, you better suck it good and don’t make me have to stop what I’m doing to say shit to your ass, you dig?”

  Fighting tears, Egypt bobbed her head between his legs as he conducted business right above her with some of Lamont’s closest boys. His nuts was cheesey and she tried to get away with licking only the head, but Dreko clocked that shit. He started thrusting his hips forward in the chair in an obvious fucking motion, trying to get deeper down her throat.

  Egypt panicked when he moved like that, afraid that one of his niggas would realize he was getting his blunt puffed under the table and catch her kneeling between his legs, then bust her out to Mont. She stopped playing games then, and sucked his dick like she meant it. Dreko must have been satisfied with her work, because every now and then he would pause in his conversation with his sons and suck his breath in real hard with pleasure, then pick up with what he was saying like wasn’t shit going on under the table.

  Please God, Egypt begged. She thought of her father and wondered how her life had come to this. How she could have fallen so low. And why she wasn’t stronger. Unable to hold them back, hot tears fell down her cheeks as she held her mouth open wide, sucking Dreko’s dick down to his fuzzy nuts. Please let this be over with!

  It seemed like hours before her prayer was answered. When the last nigga was gone from the kitchen, Dreko turned the whole fuckin table over and grabbed her by the hair, thrusting so far down her throat that her teeth scraped his dick and she gagged in protest.

  “Next time,” he panted, humping into her mouth with short brutal strokes, “I want my dick sucked, I don’t give a fuck who—oh shit yeah, bitch,” his whole body shuddered. “Yeah! Suck it like that, bitch!” He rose to his feet, forcing her to crane her neck. Cupping the back of her neck with both hands, he slid his hands up and held her head like it was an ass, then mouth-fucked her standing up. “I don’t care who…” he managed to say around his sex moans, “you…be with…you gone…suck…my…fuckin…DICK!” His walnut cracked wide open, squirting his hot seed down her throat.

  On her knees, Egypt sucked and swallowed, her head still encased in his death grip. Dreko’s knees trembled as he humped and grunted out the last of his orgasm, and Egypt’s lips and jaw ached so bad it was all she could do not to snatch herself out of his grasp and fall to the floor.

  But to her deep shame, just minutes later she was in the bathroom with her lips wrapped tightly around yet another dick. This one was hot to the touch and made of glass.

  “Here,” Dreko had tossed two vials of crack to the floor after withdrawing from her mouth. “Go on and get ya head right,” he laughed, “then gone back in the room and wake my boy up so he can get another shot of that pussy.”

  With Dreko’s seed dripping down her chin, Egypt had grabbed the vials almost before they hit the ground. It didn’t matter that she was on her knees, swollen-lipped with a damp pussy. She thought of those vials as payment for what she had just endured, and if she had to blow this glass dick to make herself feel better, then so be it.

  Chapter 28

  I’m well-prepared,

  Never sleepin never scared

  Keep the lamas for the drama

  Mama keep me in ya prayers…

  OLD HABITS DIED hard, and morning found Hood stretched out on the floor exercising his body and his mind. Spittin lyrics and doing killer push-ups. Egypt was asleep, so he took a quick shower then kissed her and slipped out of the apartment while it was still quiet.

  Brooklyn was coming alive, and so was Hood. The streets were calling him and he had work to put in. The air was crisp and clear and he sucked it down like a starving man. Freedom was a blessed fuckin thing, and never again would he take it for granted. He walked through the projects and nodded at a few cats he knew. He was a street favorite and they gave him respect and stared at him with awe in their eyes. All around him there was movement. Squares were leaving for work, rushing toward the train station, while crackheads had finally finished chasing those tan goods, and ballers were just coming in from yanking that doe all night.

  The first stop on Hood’s agenda was Sackie’s crib. He had been out when Hood had gone there to find Egypt, so he banged hard on the door and waited until his boy opened it.

  “Whattup, muhfucka!” Hood laughed at his friend standing there half-asleep in boxer shorts with pillow hair sticking up all over his head. Sackie dapped him, then scratched his balls and led Hood into the kitchen. “Yo what it do?”

  “Your boy Dreko came through for you, huh?” Sackie opened the fridge and peered inside. “Breakfast?” He reached in and tossed Hood a beer. Th
ey went into the living room and Sackie turned on the television.

  “Yeah,” Hood held the icy can in his hand for a moment, then set it on the floor. “My man’s a fuckin soldier. Soldiers always come through for they comrades. Son done good while I was gone too! Nigga got the Arms, a fleet, a whole fuckin army. He done amassed crazy shit! The boy’s a fuckin warrior!”

  Sackie shrugged. He put his feet up on the end table and crossed his arms. “That depends on which end you lookin at it from. Ask a dun dun and that’s what you’ll get. But ask some of these real cats out here and they’ll tell you a whole lotta shit done fell apart since you left. That fool went and killed every damn thing we built up, Hood.”

  “It don’t look that way to me. Dreko took Xan’s grimy ass out and that’s why cats is hatin. That nigga was dead wrong for popping Fat Daddy, and if I wasn’t on lock I woulda stretched Xan out cool myself.”

  Sackie swallowed hard, but didn’t correct him.

  “Xan made a big mistake, man,” Hood went on. “He demanded loyalty in the game but he didn’t show none himself. Fat Daddy was down with that fool for years. As much as he did for the crew Xan shoulda had some allegiance to the man. But a playa like him didn’t know how to be loyal to nothing or nobody.”

  Sackie pressed on. “But you heard what happened to Big Monk, right? Somebody set his place on fire after Fat Daddy died and he ain’t have no insurance. Dreko’s the one who fingered that young cat Donahue, and Big Monk got wild and took him out. The cops just caught him a couple of months ago and his wife and kids had to move into a shelter.”

  Hood nodded. He’d seen Monk on the Rock and knew his boy would be back out on the streets in a quick minute. “Monk cool, man. That shit wasn’t nothing but a misdemeanor murder. No witnesses, right? Then after sixty days the charge disappears. Dreko made sure nobody stepped up to snitch, right? Big Monk oughtta be grateful.”

  “Grateful for what? If it wasn’t for Dreko, Big Monk woulda still been feeding his fuckin family instead of getting his cheeks spread and biting pillows on the Rock. Dreko’s fuckin up everybody’s flow. How do you think he got Ocean Hill? He used Riff to take down Chaos’s click, then stood back while Chaos got knocked by the feds. Riff wasn’t on top for a good month before he turned up dead over in that used car lot on Linden Boulevard. And Dreko was running shit in Ocean Hill that same day.