Thirsty

by Mike Sanders

  J.T. must have sensed my frustration because he changed the

  subject, tuning out his cousin and Sapphire. He wanted me to tell him

  a little about myself, so I told him what little I wanted him to know.

  He seemed satisfied with it and didn’t press the issue. I also found out

  a little about him.

  His real name was Joaquin Turner, and I joked him about it because

  that was also my uncle’s name. He told me that he was originally from

  D.C., but had been living in Charlotte for a few years. He also said that

  he was the owner of an import/export service and a trucking business. I also found out that the jewelry and Hummer belonged to him, and not his cousin like I had assumed. This man had it goin’ on. Fine as hell and paid! I was thinking that maybe I’d have a little fun with him before I released my goons on him. Because I just had to have me some

  of that dick!

  After getting to know one another a little better over drinks, we

  all decided to head to Skyland’s restaurant on South Boulevard for a

  late night bite to eat. Sapphire and I both drove, so she decided that

  she would park her car at her aunt’s house. J.T. and Red followed us

  in the Hummer as we made the small trek from Skylar’s café to the

  Wilmore neighborhood where Joy’s mother’s house was located. The

  drive only took a few short minutes because the neighborhood was

  only blocks from the café. Soon after leaving the café we were pulling

  into Sapphire’s aunt’s driveway. While Sapphire was parking her car I

  saw Joy peep her head out the front door being nosey. After securing

  her car, Sapphire flipped Joy the bird before hopping into the Chrysler

  with me.

  Sapphire huffed as soon as she shut the door. “You see that nosey

  bitch?”

  “Yeah, I saw her tired ass,” I replied while pulling out of the driveway

  and backing out into the street.

  During the ride we discussed our plans for the remainder of the

  night. I already knew if J.T. suggested that we go somewhere to be

  alone a sistah was out! It was understood that Sapphire would have to

  take my car if it came to that point.

  Sure enough, J.T. asked the magical question as soon as we’d finished

  eating. We were in the restaurant’s parking lot standing beside his truck,

  hugged up like school kids. He had kissed me slow and deep with those

  sexy ass lips and had my kitty leaking juices in anticipation. He whispered in my ear, “You tryna stay wit’ me tonite?” His impressive erection was pressing into my mid-section due to

  the height difference. I ran my hand across his stomach and discreetly

  let it brush against his hard dick before dropping my hands to my side.

  With pursed lips and squinting eyes gazing out at the sparse traffic on the road, I was faking like I was giving his invitation some thought. My mind was made up hours ago. I was wondering what had taken him

  so long to ask.

  I gently pushed him away while smiling my sexiest smile, letting

  him know my answer without verbally speaking it.

  “Let me holla at my girl for a minute,” I said in a soft tone. I walked over to my car where Sapphire and Red were standing.

  They were engaged in conversation and I could tell Sapphire was all

  into him by the way she kept smiling and twirling her hair between

  her fingers like an awestruck teen. I approached them and told Red to

  excuse us for a minute as I steered Sapphire back towards the restaurant. On the way back inside I yelled over to J.T. that I’d be right back,

  I was going to use the restroom.

  Once inside the restroom I began to lay out the game plan. “Look, you gotta take my car,” I handed her the keys. “I’ll be by to

  get it in the morning. You good wit’ that?”

  “You ain’t gettin’ ready to call Monk an’ nem is you?” Sapphire

  asked while dropping my keys into her purse.

  “Nah, but I need to find out where this nigga lives. But first, I think

  I’ma milk this cow for all it’s worth. Starting with that dick!” I walked over to the mirror and checked to make sure I was still

  flawless before teasing my hair and reapplying the lip-gloss that J.T.

  had licked from my lips.

  I asked her “What’s up wit’ you and ole boy?” “He cool as hell. I like ’em,” Sapphire replied

  I looked at her in the mirror with a stern expression and stated,

  “Aiight now, you know this is only bizness. Don’t mess around and get

  caught out there.”

  “Caught out there? You the one actin’ like you an’ that nigga finna

  tie the knot,” Sapphire replied. As I moved aside, she took my place in

  the mirror.

  I laughed at her remark.

  “That just goes to show how good of an actress I am. Got yo’ ass

  fooled already, huh?”

  I opened my handbag to make sure my “baby” was still there. I

  closed it back and smiled wickedly at Sapphire.

  “You know I’m ’bout to get my freak on, right?”

  She laughed at me.

  As an afterthought, I grinned and added, “Giiirl that nigga’s dick is

  huge. You hear me?”

  I was opening the door to exit the restroom when I made that

  comment.

  Sapphire laughed again. “Bitch you is crazy!” She was still in the

  mirror playing in her hair, making sure her do was still tight. Moments later, I was climbing into J.T.’s truck. Unsurprisingly, Red

  was getting into the passenger’s side of my car with Sapphire. I was

  hoping that she was really aware of the fact that she was indeed playing

  a role because I knew how naïve she could be when it came to cute

  niggas.

  Once I was in J.T’s truck, I purposely sat so that my short skirt

  would rise high up on my thighs. As predicted, J.T. could keep neither

  his eyes nor his hands off of my thick legs. During the ride to his house

  he would momentarily reach over and caress my thighs while licking

  his lips as if he could already taste my silky skin. I smiled inwardly as

  he sat there obviously lusting for me and fantasizing about what he was

  going to do to me once he got me to his place. Little did J.T. know, I

  probably wanted him more than he wanted me. I was in so much heat.

  My pussy was bubbling as I anticipated the feeling of all of that dick

  sliding up in me from every angle. But I played it cool as I sat back and

  tried to focus on the television screen that was hanging from the visor

  in front of me.

  As if my shit wasn’t already wet enough, the old school movie Love

  Jones was playing and Nia Long was in the middle of getting long

  stroked by fine ass Lorenz Tate. I had to squeeze my thighs together to

  try to soothe the sudden throbbing sensation I was experiencing. I was

  so ready to slide over there and wrap my lips, both sets, around J.T.’s

  dick, but I didn’t want to cause an accident so I stayed grounded. I looked over at his fine ass and felt my clit jump.

  “This big ass truck can’t go no faster?” I whined.

  He smiled, knowing my reason for asking, and then he put the

  pedal to the metal, because I knew the anticipation was killing him as

  well!

  CHAPTER TEN SAPPHIRE

  Sssssssss…yeah, baby! That’s it! Right there!” I was cooing with clenched eyes. I was thinking, Damn, I wish I could wake up like this every morning.r />
  With both hands I reached down and grabbed the head that was between my thighs licking me with expertise.

  The previous night had been crazy as hell. Me and Justice had met J.T. and his cousin Red at Skylar’s and we ended up separating at the Skyland restaurant. Justice had left with J.T. and Red had ended up riding with me. I had taken him by his place and decided not to join him inside. Instead, we talked for a few minutes, exchanged numbers and kisses before I’d left to head home. On my way home I’d gotten a call on my cell from a familiar voice asking if he could come over. I was already a tad bit horny from Red’s kisses and caresses, so I told the caller to come on over.

  I knew my girl would give me the third degree if she knew I had this guy lying up in my bed, so I chose to keep it a secret from her. I just couldn’t help myself because his dick-game was on point and his head-game was off the meter!

  He was in the process of feasting on my pussy like it was his last meal. I pulled my knees toward my chest like I was about to cannonball off a diving board, allowing him better access to the kitty as he licked me slow and deep. When I felt that tingling sensation in my toes and those tiny contractions in the pit of my stomach, my legs started involuntarily kicking like I was pedaling a bike. He had me climaxing.

  “Oh, my, God…oh, my, God…oh, shit…mmmph…oh, sh…” I screamed.

  I had to let my legs go in attempt to escape the assault his tongue was making on my clit. He had sucked my nub until it was at the point of sensitivity to where I couldn’t take it any longer.

  He tried to continue to eat me but I had to push his head away. After finally getting the hint he slid his body up mine and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips. He then used his knees to nudge my legs apart and aimed his stiff dick at my opening. I felt the tip of his penis easing into my slippery hole, which was already soaking wet from his oral ministrations. This nigga felt so good penetrating me. There’s nothing in the world like the feeling of that initial penetration that stretches your walls upon that first thrust.

  When he had only half of his length inside me I gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness. His thick dick felt delicious, but I had to stop him and make him strap up because he was up in me raw dog. I placed my hand on his stomach and gently pushed him back as I scooted my hips backwards away from him until we became disconnected.

  I told him, “You know it ain’t even goin’ down like that.”

  I was pointing at his enormous, unprotected dick, which was glistening with my juices. It was throbbing and looking so powerful with those thick veins protruding from the shaft.

  I heard him release a frustrating sigh as he crawled off of me and reached for his Coogi shorts to retrieve a Magnum. I smiled as I watched him roll the XL over his rigid penis. Just the thought of him being seconds away from penetrating my shit again had me throbbing. I just loved big dicks, and this guy was hung like Mr. Ed!

  As he neared me again, I rolled over onto my stomach and tooted my ass into the air, inviting him to hit it from the back. There was just something animalistic about getting fucked from behind that drove me wild. What really got me off was the act of having my ass slapped and my hair pulled, and every once in awhile being grabbed around my throat and choked a little was a turn on. That painful pleasure always triggered multiple orgasms deep within my core.

  He pulled me by my waist, urging me to rise up on my hands and knees, doggie-style. I complied and felt him spread my ass cheeks and then he guided himself back into my wetness again. He knew this time I wouldn’t make him stop.

  “Ummm, shit, fuck me!” I demanded as I felt him plunge into me with such force it seemed as if I could feel him in my throat! “Oh. My. God! Oh. Yeah!” I screamed.

  He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged with just the right amount of force to send a shiver down my spine. At this point he already had me gone, but when he started slapping my ass as he thrust deep into me I lost it! I thrust my ass backwards, matching him stroke for glorious stroke while gripping my sheets in balled up fists. I was holding on for dear life. My screams and the sound of his palm spanking my ass, coupled with the sound of our sweaty thighs slapping together was echoing off my bedroom walls.

  He fucked me until we were both breathless and I would’ve sworn on a stack of bibles that I came at least six times during that episode. When he was about to come he pulled out, snatched off the latex, and ejaculated all over my back and ass. The feeling of his hot cum running down between my ass cheeks made my clit pulsate. I fell flat onto my stomach with exhaustion. I was purely satiated as I basked in the afterglow of so many mind-blowing orgasms. He slapped my ass once more for good measure, causing me to smile as he climbed out of bed and headed towards my bathroom to take a shower. I turned to watch him walk away and silently reflected on how this man and I had ended up screwing like we were a couple.

  It had happened a few days after Justice and I had been at Nine Three Five, the night of the Embassy Suites robbery. I’d bumped into him at a gas station the following Sunday evening on Beatties Ford Road while I was on my way to Hornet’s Nest Park. He’d just left from the park and was on his way to South Park to the Cheesecake Factory to eat. He was gassing up his motorcycle and had asked if I wanted to join him for dinner. I accepted his offer only because I was hungry as hell and the Cheesecake Factory was my favorite spot. Besides, I’d never been the one to turn down a free meal so I followed him to the restaurant.

  We talked over dinner and I found myself becoming intrigued by how smart he was. He was very knowledgeable in certain areas some men twice his age wouldn’t have the slightest clue about. I also took a good look at him and noticed for the first time how handsome he was. He had me looking at him and wondering, What if…

  We exchanged numbers and he called me the next day to invite me out for drinks, and once again, I accepted. This time we ended up back at my place, in my bed having some of the wildest off-the-wall sex I’d ever experienced! He had put that beast head on a bitch and turned me out that night. Needless to say, he had a bitch fiending for his ass ever since.

  I snapped out of my daze when I heard, “Ay, Phire, you comin’ to wash a nigga’s back or what?”

  His sexy ass voice was echoing from my bathroom as I heard him turn the water on in the shower.

  I yelled back, “You wore a bitch out! I’on’ think I can walk right now!” I was smiling and I knew he was smiling also at the thought of having just blown my back out!

  Just then my phone rang and I let it go to voicemail, thinking that I’d just return the call later. Then I thought it might have been Justice because I had her car, so I reached for the phone but it had stopped ringing. I picked it up to check the message, hoping it wasn’t her saying that she was on her way to get the Chrysler because I definitely didn’t want her to see him! I punched in my code and waited for the message to kick in.

  I was surprised to hear my Cousin Joy’s voice say, “Sapphire, this is Joy. I know we ain’t getting along right now, but we still blood and I just wanna let you know about them niggas you and Justice was with last night. I know them niggas. Red and J.T. is snakes! Girl, just be careful around them niggas.”

  “Fuck you, stop hatin’!” I spoke into my phone as if Joy could hear me.

  I erased the message and closed my phone before climbing out of bed to go join this sexy ass nigga in my shower for round two. I donned my shower cap to keep my hair from getting wet and entered my bathroom with a wicked grin glued to my face. He was in the shower trying to sing and I thought his off key crooning was so cute. I pulled back the shower curtain and just stared for a second at his amazing body before stepping in with him. There was no conversation.

  Moments after stepping in with him I was on my knees trying my best to deep-throat what seemed like thirteen inches of dick without gagging. My eyes watered every time the head of his throbbing penis tapped my tonsils, but I held on and took him for a ride. Oral love was all he was getting this round because no matter how bad I want
ed it, I surmised if there was no glove, there would be no love.

  I made him come again, this time on my tongue and all around my mouth with a little dripping from my chin as I looked up at him smiling. The look in his eyes told me that he loved that nasty shit.

  He finally got a chance to finish bathing and then he exited the shower while I stayed in and let the steamy water from the spraying showerhead caress my skin. My pussy was throbbing and kind of sore, but that good kind of sore that let’s you know you’ve really been fucked! I opted to take a bath so that I could soak for a minute. When I had finished bathing and finally exited the bathroom I re-entered my bedroom and heard him on the phone with a cab company, giving them my address. He was almost fully dressed as I strode past the bed where he was seated. He was tying up his brand new Prada tennis shoes. I grabbed my robe from the lounge chair and tied it at the waist before opening my walk-in closet.

  “Why you call a cab? You know I’ll take you wherever you need to go,” I commented from the closet.

  “Nah, I’m cool. I gotta take care of some binness. You know how it is,” he replied while clicking on my television with the remote.

  “Oh, okay I was just offering.”

  “I know. That’s good lookin’, but I’m straight,” he replied while walking over to where I was at.

  I was still standing in my closet searching for something to wear for the day. He walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist.

  He asked, “When I’m gonna see you again?”

  “You know the routine, just call me,” I cooed as I put my hands atop his and slowly rocked in his arms to the beat of Beyonce’s video as it blasted from the tube. We stayed like that, with him holding me in his arms for a minute.

  I smiled and whispered over my shoulder, “Don’t start nothin’ you can’t finish,” because my body had begun to tingle again from the mere feel of his arms around me.

  He playfully swatted me on the ass as he laughed and let me go.

  “You got that. I wish I did have time for round three, but you know how it is when the streets call. A nigga gotta answer.”

  He walked back towards my bed to take a seat. As soon as he sat down we heard the sound of a horn blowing in front of my house.