Thirsty

by Mike Sanders

  “Guuurl, what the hell is wrong with you? Who pissed in yo’ coffee dis morning?” It was Sapphire.

  “My bad, sis, I thought you was Los, callin’ with another lie. You know how dat nigga do.” I softened my tone as I inserted my Bluetooth.

  “Lemme find out you still messin’ wit’ Carlos? I thought you cut his ass off.”

  “A bitch still got needs.”

  “A bitch needs to leave his tired ass alone,” Sapphire stated, then added, “You always tellin’ me about no good ass niggas, but you won’t even take your own advice. Practice what you preach sometimes.” She was speaking in a sisterly tone.

  “See, the difference between me and you is the fact that I know where to draw the line at and you don’t. Love ain’t nowhere on my agenda! I’m just gettin’ my thang off. When I cum, they go! Simple as that.” I paused, and then added, “And best believe a nigga definitely ain’t gettin’ ready to be getting no keys to this spot.”

  I let that sink in for a minute because Sapphire knew I was calling her out about her choice of men.

  “I ain’t never gave but two men the keys to my house before. And in both instances they was my man at the time.”

  “Yeah, yo’ man who dogged yo’ ass out. One stole everything that wasn’t nailed down and the other used his dick as a thermometer to check your cousin’s temperature.” I was laughing. I was thinking that the shoe must’ve fit because she definitely stuck her foot into it.

  “See, you wrong for that,” said Sapphire. She took a deep breath and added, “But you tellin’ the truth though.”

  “I know I’m tellin’ the truth ’cause you and I both know...” I paused because I heard the sound of Carlos’s loud ass motorcycle nearing my building. I told her, “Lemme call you back, Los out there.”

  “Alright. Don’t you hurt that nigga up in there wit’ yo’ freaky ass,” Sapphire joked.

  “Bye, bitch.” I laughed along with her while ending the call. Just then, my intercom buzzed and I heard Carlos’s deep voice telling me buzz him in.

  After a few short minutes my doorbell rang and I hurried to my bedroom to check myself in the full-length mirror to make sure I was flawless before answering the door. Glancing through the peephole, I saw Carlos standing there dressed in baggy shorts and an Ed Hardy T-shirt with his helmet in his hand. He was looking just as edible as the first day I’d laid eyes on him at C.J.’s nightclub years earlier.

  I couldn’t stop throbbing!

  When I let him in I tried with all my strength to ignore the undeniable chemistry that had always brewed between the two of us. I was testing myself to see how long I could hold out before falling weak. However, as soon as he walked in the smell of his Prada cologne had a sistah ready to crawl into his arms.

  He took a seat on my sofa and I plopped down beside him. I tried to avoid looking at him I but couldn’t help it. As usual, he looked like he was fresh from the barber shop. His thick waves were spinning out of control and his beard and goatee was trimmed to perfection. Before I could stop myself, my hand had moved on its own. I was reaching over and tracing his wave pattern with my fingers. That was something I used to have a habit of doing back in the day when we were together.

  Carlos looked at me with those sexy ass eyes and flashed that smile which always made me melt.

  “So, what’s been up, ma? How you been?” he asked. He was still smiling, knowing he had me.

  I turned away and looked at the television while still stroking his head.

  “I’m good, I’m good. How ’bout you?”

  “I’m aiight. Niggas been tryin’ to carry me like a duffel bag lately, but other than that I’m straight.” He shifted a bit before pulling a pistol from his waist. He placed it on my coffee table as he usually did whenever he visited.

  “What you mean ‘niggas been tryin’ to carry you’?” I asked.

  “You ain’t hear ’bout them niggas kickin’ Mark’s door in?” He was surprised that I hadn’t heard the news.

  “Huh-uh, what happened?”

  He started telling me about the robbery. “Some bitch tried to get Mark to open the door but he peeped game. But some niggas still ended up kickin’ it in and duct taped him and his girl. They took Mark’s jewels and a lil’ bit of dough. But it’s all good though.”

  Carlos was acting nonchalantly about the incident, but I knew him well enough to know he had revenge on his mind.

  “You don’t know who did it?” I was rising from the sofa and heading towards my kitchen area to fix a drink.

  “Yeah, I know who one of ’em is. A lil’ bitch ass nigga from Lake View. You pro’lly don’t know ’em.” Carlos was watching my ass as he spoke.

  I changed the subject and asked if he wanted something to drink. I was bent over with my ass in the air while looking through my refrigerator.

  “What kind of beer you got?”

  “Corona,” I replied while grabbing him a cold one and closing the fridge behind me. I walked over and handed him the beer, then started to go back into the kitchen to fix myself a drink. As I turned to walk away from him I felt his hand smack my ass.

  “Boy, you betta quit.”

  I tried not to smile but the stinging sensation sent a shiver up my spine. He knew I loved having my ass spanked. I switched my ass harder than usual as I headed back into the kitchen area. I knew he was watching and it would only be a matter of time before he made his move. I looked over the bar and saw him rise from the sofa and head towards the kitchen where I was now standing. I was on my tiptoes reaching for a glass in my cabinet so I could mix myself an apple martini.

  As soon as I reached up for the Vodka I felt one of Carlos’s hands running through my damp hair and his other hand was circling my waist. I tried to turn so I could face him, but he kept me with my back to him as he moved my hair aside and begun kissing and licking on the nape of my neck, just like I liked it. I felt another shiver creep down my spine when his hands moved over my bare stomach and up to my breasts. He always knew exactly how to caress my titties with just the right amount of pressure to make a sigh escape my lips. With one fluid motion, he raised my wife beater and freed my breasts, causing my nipples to stiffen as soon as the cool air from the overhead ceiling fan kissed them.

  While cupping a breast in each hand he teased my erect nipples and continued to kiss my neck. The sensation caused my hips to instinctively push backwards with hopes of feeling the bulge of his erection through his jean shorts. And just like I’d figured, his probing dick was poking out in his shorts and tapping me on my ass. This nigga was really making my kitty purr with anticipation. My eyes closed involuntarily due to the exquisite sensations I was experiencing.

  I was gripping the countertop with one hand to steady myself because Carlos was making my knees weak. My other hand was reaching up and caressing the back of his head as he continued to kiss my neck and upper back. I felt his hand slide from my breasts back down to my stomach. Then I felt him venture further south until he was stroking my kitty through the thin fabric of my shorts. I knew he could feel my wetness because with each slight movement of my legs I could feel the sloshing between my nether lips.

  I moved my hand from his head and moved it down to his hand, which was between my legs. I helped him stroke my pussy just the way I liked it to be stroked until I got lightheaded. As I stood there with Carlos grinding his crotch against my ass while strumming me like a violin, I wanted him so bad!

  Moments later, we were heading to my bedroom while shedding articles of clothing along the way. By the time we reached the room I was completely naked while Carlos was still undressing. I lay on my bed, propped up on my elbows and watched as Carlos took off the remainder of his clothes. He was watching me watch him with that sly smirk on his arrogant ass face. After stepping out of his boxers he approached the bed and positioned himself on top of me. He kissed me, searching my mouth with his tongue while his hands rubbed, squeezed, and caressed my body. I was running my hands along his back, feeling the
muscular contours as he began to kiss and lick my breasts with aggression.

  A whispered, “Oooh shit,” escaped my lips when he took one of my nipples between his teeth and bit down gently. This nigga had me soaked!

  When I felt his hand glide across my hairless vagina, I instinctively parted my legs so he could have better access. He tickled my clit with his skillful fingers, which sent tiny tremors vibrating through my stomach for a brief moment. His fingers were drenched with my juices when he raised them to his lips and sucked them clean. Nothing turns me on more than a man who loves to eat pussy. Carlos definitely had a knack for the acquired taste and I was more than willing to whet his appetite.

  He slid his body down mine until he was face-to-face and lip-to-lip with my kitty. He spread my throbbing lips so delicately you’d think diamonds were about to drip from that spot where my thighs met at the V.

  Carlos stuck his tongue so deeply into my tight hole it felt as if a baby snake was slithering around in there.

  “Oh, yeah, baby. Mmmmmmm, shit.”

  He had me moaning and gyrating my hips. I grabbed his head and tried to force his entire skull up into me.

  He paused momentarily and looked up at me, “Damn, ma, you really enjoyin’ this shit huh?”

  He was smiling with wet lips. He replaced his tongue with two fingers and I flinched a little from the sudden intrusion because my pussy had really tightened up. He continued to probe with his digits, loosening me up a little as he attached his lips to my sensitive clit and began to suck away.

  “Oh, shiiiit! I’m cummm, I’m cummm.” I couldn’t even finish the sentence because his swirling tongue felt like a million tiny men doing a rain dance on my swollen nub. I lost it! I came with violent, thigh quivering tremors as Carlos continued to lick me low.

  He rolled me over onto my stomach and spread my ass cheeks so he could eat the pussy from the back. He knew this always sent me over the edge. He placed a pillow under my stomach so that my ass was slightly elevated and both holes were exposed. I loved being in such a vulnerable position. I felt Carlos make a wet trail with his tongue from my asshole all the way down to my clit. He did this again and again until I felt like I would pass out from the pleasure of it all. After only a few minutes of this I had to make him stop before he caused a bitch to have a damn seizure!

  Once I was able to regain my senses I took the liberty of returning the favor. I sucked him into a frenzy until he was at the point of near-explosion! But I was determined not to let him cum without penetrating me. I stretched a condom over his rigid dick and climbed on top so I would be able to control the depth and speed of our thrusts. I slowly guided him into my tight, dripping hole while lowering myself an inch at a time until my ass was resting on his thighs. His penis was stretching my walls beyond belief and I didn’t even have to use my internal muscles to squeeze him for that snug fit. I leaned down and licked his chest, letting my tongue ring graze his nipples. I loved to watch the expression on his face while we fucked so I looked into his eyes while caressing his abs. I saw the pleasure he was feeling as my pussy gripped him like a glove.

  Carlos began to thrust his hips upwards causing his member to penetrate me deeply.

  “Oh shit! Ummmph, ummmmph, oh yeah! I love this big dick baby! Oh, Looooosss.”

  I was loving it! Carlos gripped my ass and rammed his stabbing dick up into me with such force it tapped my G-spot, sending me into a whirlwind. My head whipped side to side as my hair swung all over the place like a mad woman!

  “Oh, yeeeeah, feels...so...goo...gooo...Oh my God!”

  I was about to come again when Carlos suddenly lifted me up off him and lay me on my back with my legs thrown over his shoulders. He entered me a second time. He beat the pussy up so bad from this angle it felt as if he were trying to re-arrange my uterus. It was a little uncomfortable for about all of ten seconds, and then it felt as if a large water filled balloon inside my womb was aching to burst. The pressure started building, and building, and building…until all of a sudden… the damn thing burst! All of my love came raining down on him!

  “Oh, shiiiiit, don’t stopppp!” My body felt like one gigantic nerve as I climaxed, creaming Carlos’s condom-clad dick with my juices. My thighs were shaking and I couldn’t control my breathing.

  Seconds after my climax, I heard Carlos grunt as he climaxed also. The thin barrier that was preventing skin-to-skin contact was instantly filled with his seed.

  As I lay there with Carlos still between my thighs, sweating and panting, I absolutely hated this nigga for knowing my body so well. However, in the same instance, a part of me loved him for making me feel so damn good.

  Street niggas, I thought as I lay there stroking Carlos’s back, which was glistening with sweat. I really need to put an end to this shit, was my last thought before drifting off into a sex-induced slumber.

  CHAPTER SIX SAPPHIRE

  I rolled over and glanced at the digital clock on my nightstand. 2:46 a.m. was illuminated in red digits. Once again, the left side of my large bed was empty. This was really no disappointment to me because since I’d kicked Travis to the curb I’d gotten used to sleeping alone.

  Laying in my King-sized bed staring up at the ceiling in the dark, I threw my champagne-colored satin sheet off my naked body and sat upright. I’d always slept in the nude, even when I was a little girl because I’d always enjoyed the unrestricted feeling of having no garments on. This night my skin glistened from a thin sheen of perspiration that covered my body. My nipples stood on end from the sensation of the sudden cool air as I climbed out of bed. I strolled to the nearby lounge chair in a corner of my bedroom and snatched up my bathrobe.

  As I entered my bathroom, I switched on the light and walked over to the sink to turn on the cold water, letting it run over my hands. Glancing to the right, I looked over my toiletries, which were scattered about the counter top. My facial creams and scrubbing products along with a box of unopened tampons sat proudly in plain view. I didn’t have to worry about Travis being there nor did I have to worry about him popping up anytime he damn well pleased.

  Although he’d had his own place, he still used to have a key to my house and could come and go as he pleased. But Joy had put an end to all of that! After all of those months of sharing my space I finally had my bathroom to myself again. If I wanted to leave my panties hanging on the shower stall and not feel embarrassed by it, I could. If I wanted to piss with the door wide open, I could. And if I wanted to prance around all day ass naked without feeling self-conscious, I could do that too. Constantly seeing wave brushes, doo-rags, and beard trimmers in the bathroom was a thing of the past, because I’d thrown those things out along with the man who’d owned them.

  I splashed the cold water on my face and immediately tensed up from the shock of the freezing liquid that dripped from my chin. Many times I’d conducted this routine of waking up in the middle of the night and splashing ice-cold water on my face so I couldn’t fall back asleep. Yet, I still hadn’t gotten over the instant shock syndrome the freezing water always caused. It didn’t matter, as long as it kept me from returning to my nightmare. While staring at my dismal reflection in the mirror I began to ponder over the nightmare that no other soul on this earth knew about. It continued to creep its way into my existence night after night without fail. Several years earlier, something had happened in my life that has been tearing at my conscience ever since.

  I had never been what one would call a wild child, but during my senior year of high school I decided to have a little fun before graduation. So, going against my better judgment, I allowed a guy I’d only known for a few days to take me to a motel room. That night we drank liquor heavily and smoked weed that unbeknownst to me was laced with cocaine. I’d never even smoked regular weed before, and this stupid ass nigga had the nerve to lace that shit and thought it was funny!

  By the time I’d realized what had happened it was too late. I became paranoid as hell and demanded that he take me home. The guy ref
used to take me and said he wasn’t going to let me leave the room unless I had sex with him. I was no virgin at the time and I’d already had plans to give him some when I had agreed to go along with him to the hotel room. Nevertheless, he’d blown that when he did that stupid shit with the weed. It wasn’t going down! He started walking around the room, talking reckless and demanding I give him some pussy. I was scared as hell and I knew I had to get out of that room. I started to regret not telling anybody where I’d be that night, but nobody knew where I was. I was with a lunatic! I’d stood up from the chair where I’d been seated and tried to make it to the door but he grabbed me. He threw me onto one of the twin beds and started choking me while trying to pull off my jeans!

  He squeezed so tightly around my throat that I’d begun to lose consciousness. The laced weed had my thought process scrambled beyond imagination but I knew my ass would be in trouble unless I reacted quickly. So, I attempted to reach for my purse, which was lying on the small table beside the bed. On my first attempt, I ended up sending the alarm clock crashing to the floor! My second attempt, I finally managed to reach my purse. I snatched it open with one hand while clawing at this nigga’s face with the other. I had flashbacks of my mother’s boyfriend Ty and all those times he had molested me. At that very moment in my mind the guy on top of me became Ty!

  I frantically retrieved the switchblade from my purse that I’d stolen from my cousin two weeks prior and flicked it open with one quick movement. At this point my attacker was foaming at the mouth like a deranged pit-bull with a dazed, faraway look in his eyes. He never noticed what I’d retrieved until it was too late! Scared almost to the point of going into shock, I jabbed him once....twice....and continued to jab him as if I’d lost control of my own body until I eventually lost consciousness due to him choking me.

  When I had finally come to I could barely breathe and my head felt like it was about to burst from lack of oxygen flowing to my brain. At first I couldn’t remember where I was or how I’d even gotten there. I lay upon the disheveled bed staring up at the dingy ceiling, trying to adjust my dreary eyes. I reached up and rubbed my watery eyes until the fog in my head cleared, then I noticed some caked up blood on my hands, which startled me!