“Bye, Renz!” I rolled my eyes, ass still tooted for his fingers. I finally started to close my legs, but his hand sunk into my thick thighs. Then he continued to finger fuck me.
“Rocky, lemme know when you want this dick,” I bark. lil’ mama is almost on my side. Only call’s me ‘Renz’ when she super turnt up, angry or horny.
“Nope, nigga. We done,” I replied quickly. If I could hold out, and forgo the pipe Lorenzo couldn’t touch me. Biceps hard as a rock, Lorenzo yank me up again, this time with my face to him. He slammed me straight down onto his dick.
“So you done, Rockwell?” He taunted, holding my hips, thrusting, me up and down. Don’t even need an answer, that’s how fuckin’ wet my pussy is.
But this selfish ass nigga was going to get his response. His arms bulged as he pumped me down. “You done, Rocky?”
“Yes!” I screamed, “I hate you!”
“What’s my name?”
“Lorrrennnzoooo,” I whimpered, taking the dick all up in my gut.
“Nah, girl, what’s my muthafuckin’ name?!” Lorenzo’s dick slammed into me again. I smiled wickedly.
“Papppi…”
It’s two am and my coochie is crying tears for this nigga. I turn over in the bed, realizing that I’m here, around Lorenzo yet again. Then I start to reach over and grab on his dick. He must’ve came into the room late tonight. The pipe is on swole in seconds.
“What you finna do with that?” The tone is deep and sexy, but it sure as hell ain’t my ex nigga.
I almost jump out of my skin, screaming.
“Damn, Ma.” The guy hops out of the bed and flips on the lamp. He looks straight Colombian. Maybe 5’ 11, same dark caramel skin as Lorenzo, but a little less muscle. Dressed in only boxers, I peek at the glorious package. He has dark eyes that would be appealing if this was a different circumstance.
So, I scream at him again, “Get the fuck outta my room!”
“Nah, Ma, this is my room.” He smiles with white, even teeth and his voice is all too calming as he tries to shake my hand. “I’m Chuey.”
I slap his hand away. On second thought, the name is familiar. I’d heard of this dude the first time Lorenzo returned from Colombia and I had just started college. I ask, “You’re Lorenzo’s cousin?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh…” Hmmm. I notice how his eyes drinking in every inch of my body since I’m only dressed in a camisole top and panties. Instead of shielding myself, I ask. “You know where my car is?”
“Maybe.” He smiles. His dimples trick me into not shouting as he climbs back in the bed.
“You know where my phone is?” I ask seductively, knowing he has too. Lorenzo had us out at the DNA laboratory when my stuff came up missing.
“I just might.” Chuey starts to climb on top of me.
I stop him with a touch to his muscular chest. His freaky ass will go as far as he can get. “Nigga, gimme my car keys.”
“Nah, baby, we can figure that out later.” Chuey licks his lips, ready to cut.
“Dude, I will kill you!” I scream as he tries to touch me.
Chapter 10
LORENZO
They don’t see me, but I’m standing right outside of Chuey’s room. Didn’t I tell that nigga not to bring his funky ass home no time soon? But he’s that dude that will fuck with his hoes but want to sleep in his own bed, so I guess one night away is all I could expect.
“Just chill, Ma.” Chuey puts his hands up to block Rockwell’s hits and hops off the bed again. “You in a nigga room, damn! My apologies, shawty. Thought you wanted to smash.”
“No, gimme my keys!” Rockwell’s back is to me, but I could bet her sexy ass face is looking all fucking angry. Shit, thought she was finna flirt real quick. Nah, Chuey has his loyalties. Pussy first, familia second. But she wasn’t going to give it up.
“Aye,” I cut in as she starts to get up still hitting on him.
“Lorenzo, is this you, man, this your girl?” Chuey says, seeing me first.
“All mines.” I snatch Rockwell up by the waist.
“Nigga let me go,” she says, as I hold her parallel to the ground, Rocky punches me repeatedly in the abs.
“I told that black ass Colombian, and I’m telling yo’ ass! Gimme my keys!”
“Be easy, for you piss me off.” I chuckle softly at her. For now, Rocky is reminding me of a best friend I had as a child, and not the hoe that tried to run snitch to Marcel when we didn’t work out. I toss her on my bed.
“Boy, I wish you would.” Rockwell shakes her head. Damn, on her knees in the middle of my bed, with her chest heaving, and those nipples all hard through her camisole, I just lick my lips and stare.
She cuts her eyes at me. “Lorenzo, you need to be beating on ol’ boy in there. He tried to rape me.”
“Don’t go tossing around that word, Rocky. You were in Chuey’s bed, talking all soft and shit like ‘get my keys.’ He’d have been all kinds of bitch-made for ya ass if you had come out those panties first.”
“Shuddup. Oh I get it?” She smiles wickedly, lying back on my pillows. With my eyes still on her, I close both of the double doors to my master bedroom.
Her legs spread wide, as she gives me a peek, before crossing those thick thighs. “You looking a lil’ heated about Chuey,” she says in a sexy voice.
“It’s nothing, ma,” I shrug, sitting on a chair across from the bed, so I can watch those luscious thighs. Rocky’s tiny hands start traveling up her thighs. My dick salutes her instantly, straining against my basketball shorts. This is the type of shit she used to do back in the day. I was smashing mad hoes, but at seventeen, I was also dry-humping this chick because she was the only one I ever wanted. So I can handle the tease.
“You was out there listening to me flirt with your cousin. So if I’d have opened my legs and let him into these slick walls. Chuey is fine. And full blooded Colombian. Man, I remember when you used to bet on being Colombian every time you fought and shit. You got that no-good ass daddy, Henry that had bitches up and down Illi. Hmmm, but with Chuey being full Colombian, that makes him even harder than you, right?”
“Rockwell, it’s late. Keep flapping those gums, I will sleep in a guest room.”
“Shoulda stayed out of it, Lorenzo. I mighta been playing hard to get with Chuey.” She gets up of the bed, and stalks over with those hips swinging left to right. Tryna play, Rocky kneels down before me. “I mighta gave him a little service for his service. I’ma go see what Chuey working with. He had on boxers, look like he had at least 10, maybe 11 inches of love,” she says while letting her index and middle finger walk up the shape of my dick.
“I will fucking snap that pretty little neck before you fuck with anybody in my fam,” I laugh, so she know this means nothing.
Rockwell smiles, reaches up and then licks my bottom lip. My dick is throbbing. Instead of tonguing me down, Rocky’s lips move to my ear. She kisses and nibbles my lobe. Then she whispers, “Oh, so you don’t like that huh, papi. Me wanting to fuck Chuey? This yo’ world. Only person should be getting some play is Lorenzo. Huh?” Rocky lets her head lay down in my lap as she adds, “Renz, bae, if I give you some bombay head, will you let me go?”
My hand goes to Rockwell’s throat, and I bring her attention back up. My eyes glaring through those champagne ones. “Fuck me–however you like, Rockwell, see if I’m a let you go. Process of elimination.” I pretend not to be fazed, but damn. I remember those lips on my dick oh so well. I stand up before her. Rockwell gets off her knees. She leans on her tippy toes and kisses me. She playin’ a dangerous game. Lil’ mama used to be all head, talking shit. But now she’s action. Shit ain’t gon’ end up the way she want it, but I’ma let her try it.
“Remember this?” Rocky says twirling around, and letting that ass clap against my dick.
“Nah,” I lie but the dick is on swole.
“Awww man, you don’t?” She pouts, leading me to the bed, and lays me down. I can feel her heavy ass
pussy through those little panties as she straddles me.
“Don’t play me, Lorenzo. You remember me making my way to that fat, long dick.” She says kissing a trail down my abs. “When you broke my heart, you told me that we could still fuck. Remember that day? You had a bitch in your bed and I had come by to tell you I was pr–I was still in love with you no matter what. You said at that time, we could still fuck. I’ve been waiting for you to come by ever since…”
“Yup,” I sigh not giving a damn. This girl can remember us breaking up however the fuck she wants. Rocky was always harping about me cheating, but I never did. The end of us is all on her.
Rockwell’s fingers trail to the waistband of my shorts as she says, “You taught me to suck a dick, right? No matter how big,” she says, eyeing my junk when pulling it out, “No matter how long, I could get it all in my mouth, after you trained me. Let’s see if I remember.”
My eyes close when her wet warm mouth goes to work. She got a nigga toes curling like a bitch too quickly. Then her tongue dips out and licks my balls. lil’ mama does not play; she knows exactly how to make a nigga nut up. Don’t wanna cum yet. So, I stop her, with my hands grabbing her hair as she sucks too quickly. Rockwell’s tryna get to the nut, but I’ma wear out that pussy first.
“Renz, what’s wrong?” Her big hazel eyes are wide. “I don’t still got it?”
Now I know she’s taunting me, but the hammer is damn near poking her in the forehead.
“Jump on it!” I growl.
“So you wanna see if I can ride this dick still? Think I forgot?”
Hell nah, lil’ mama ain’t forgot shit, but I’m pissed the fuck off for her playing games with Chuey. With my hand still in her hair, I grab the back of her neck. “Yeah, girl. Lemme see if you can still fuck.”
“Okay,” she gives the head one last kiss then climbs back up. Next thing I know, my cheek is hot as fuck as she slaps me. “I hate you, Lorenzo. Let me go home!”
With my hand still in Rockwell’s hair, and toss her little crazy ass on her back.
“Fuck you, Lorenzo! Let me and my son go!”
I glare straight through her, and Rockwell is scared again. I remember all that crazy ass fucking we used to do. But right now, Rocky needs to shut the fuck down with the bullshit. I bury those cuss words of hers with kisses and slam straight into that soaking wet pussy. All that whining turns into sweet moaning. She’s feigning, begging, with her legs over my shoulders. Pleading for me to go harder. And I grip the bedpost and fuck the shit out of her hardheaded ass. My mind is on the stunts she used to pull. Little sensitive ass always thought I had cheated and was doing foul shit. I was always on my grind. So I give her the business like back in the day, chop the pussy down, and shut that mouth the fuck up.
“Yes! Yesssss!” Rockwell finally speaks my language. Her long fingernails tear through my biceps. Damn, I remember my arms, back, neck all scratched up messing with her.
“Ouuuhhhh….oohhhhh….ahhh….” she acts schizophrenic as I tear the pussy up. Since it’s been five years without me fucking a bitch, no glove, I finesse the pussy. Long strokes to curl Rocky’s toes, then I dig in, dick beating that gut up until she begs to God. Her left leg jitters. She tongues me down, cumming all over my dick. I damn near break the headboard, and have to put my hand at the top of her head. Can’t even stop to pull her down from banging her head against the wood as I fuck her good. Then I release inside of her, and just lay in that shit. Rockwell’s heart pounding against my chest like she put in work.
Damn, I loved this girl more than anything in the world.
After I catch my breath and roll over, she asks, “Now can I get my keys?”
That shit pisses me the fuck off. I’m low-key, wondering if the dick didn’t work it right since she still wanna go home. “Nah.”
“You so fuckin’ stupid, Lorenzo!” She grabs the pillow and lays on her side, looking at me crazy. “Got a lil’ bit of show money. Don’t think I know you hustling. Because you had me for a few days and ain’t went to work. So you might have stepped ya game up. Could afford this little house and shit. But my husband’s family will kill you for fuckin’ with me. For trying to take his son? Italians value son’s right under God.”
“We gon’ know soon if Junior is his.”
Rocky looks away for a second, then asks, “Ain’t you heard of Vido Sica?”
She glares at me, but I just shrug. Yeah, I know dude. Me, Marcel, and Big Bo murked a gang of Sica and Ganza’s back in the day. My Tio Santi needs me to take out those Italian muthafuckas in Hoover.
“Well, if you don’t know him, what about Ganza! Everybody in the hood scared of Salvatore Ganza. We heard about him murking muthafucaks when we was young, bae–uh, Lorenzo. My husband is related to them. Just let me and Junior go home. Been gone a few days. I can tell Raphael I was at my momma’s house. Won’t be no problems. Okay?”
Man, does this girl really hear herself, acting like she still down for me and tryna keep me safe from some muthafuckin' Italians. I reply, “Nah.”
“I’m trying to help you, Loren-zo!”
I chuckle at that.
“I hate you, Loren-zo.”
“If I had a dollar for all the times you hated a nigga when we was kids.”
“Look,” she softens up. “Lorenzo, no matter how dirty you’ve done me, I care about you. Just let me and my child go home. I promise you, Raphael Junior is not yours. I told you I even looked for the papers in my husband’s office.”
“I did too,” I reply.
“When?!”
“When I went to get y’all clothes. Either you lying or ya husband is.”
There’s tears in her eyes as she says, “You know I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“Nah, I don’t know. You ain’t even come tell me when you had Junior.”
Then she looks guilty as fuck. Those gums clamp shut and I know her sensitive ass is prolly second-guessing tryna have Marcel and them kill me. Soon, Rocky is sleep in my arms. Nah, I don’t trust this bitch. But if those legs keep opening for me. If she keep it super wet and tight like that, I’m good. Either way, I’m good. Just waiting for those papers to come back to confirm what I already know. Got me a fucking don.
Chapter 11
TRINIDAD
I arise from my prayer rug; do a quick kiss to my Abuela’s photo and the Jesus piece around my neck. Even after the prayer, I’m still pissed the fuck off. My nigga has been in Hoover and only came to see me once. After all I have done for us to be together. I grab the keys to my Harley and step out my apartment. I saunter down the stairs, in my jean shorts, baby tee and combat boots as niggas make catcalls. When that shit is no longer bearable, I lift up my shirt so they can glimpse my Glock. Then it’s as quiet as can be on a city block.
I hop on my Harley and mash out. A few blocks later, I’m pulling up to Octavia’s house. When Chuey opens up, I suck on my teeth. Damn, didn’t know this nigga would be there, especially when I need info about his cousin.
“Sup, Trinidad.” He looks me up and down like I’m some type of stank.
“Um hummm,” I walk on past. Man, I grew up in Colombia, right down the hill from Chuey’s stupid ass. He a pussy ass nigga that don’t know how to do shit but ride Lorenzo nuts. If anybody should be running Hoover while Lorenzo is away, it should be me.
Anyway, Octavia is standing in the kitchen working on some girl head. We start chatting it up, can’t talk to her about Lorenzo yet because Chuey playing video games in the living room of this tiny ass apartment. Then I see dude getting a beer. Chuey pops the cap, and leans against the counter. I look at Chuey, he looks at me. “Nigga getcho life!”
“Bitch, get your life. Last time you came around, I told yo’ ass you ain’t finna be alone with Octavia.”
I smile, “You afraid I can eat the chocha so much better than you, buddy?”
“Never that,” he smiles at me and starts out the room.
“Octavia, why are you with this dude? Word on the street
, Chuey already got another bitch pregnant.”
“Trini, whatcha want? Hair, nails?” Octavia puts the curling iron back on the stove. If we ain’t gossiping about somebody else, this bitch got an attitude.
“Have you met Lorenzo’s old cum bucket?”
She chuckles. “Nah. Matter fact, I was at the house when Chuey said we had to go. Nigga had me clean up the crib. Dude was lookin’ over shit, like wash that, wipe that. Said Lorenzo wanted to get the place clean for the love of his life.”
I glare straight through Octavia as she smiles at me–she’s tryna front. I start laughing. She looks at me weird, like knowing I’m supposed to be mad as fuck. Nah, not right now. I laugh so hard my sides ache. Homegirl that’s getting her hair done shifts around like she wanna leave. Octavia looking like she finna call Chuey to come bang on me if need be. But this shit is too funny.
“Check this, Octavia. I remember some things about you girl.” I lick my lips, finally finished laughing. “You’s a real pretty bitch, and I think Chuey might be scared that the pussy is on ya mind sometimes. You know a pretty nigga like him would be heartbroken to know one of his hoes, takes one for the wrong team. So mamacita, next time Chuey throw a function, if Rockwell there, you gon’ make that bitch feel good. Now let me make sure you understand.” I step closer to her.
She holds the curling iron and looks at me like she going to do something.
“Man, Trinidad, you want me to burn the bitch?” She gulps, running a hand through her lovelocks. “But Chuey gon’ be mad. Fuck that, Lorenzo will kill me if dude love her like Chuey said he do!”
“Don’t worry about that, Octavia. I got you,” I tell her, rubbing her back and giving her a hug. She starts to melt in my arms, but I pull away from her. I don’t roll like that no more and Octavia never really did… But scared bitches always play nice.
Chapter 12
ROCKWELL
Two days later and we still haven’t left Lorenzo’s crib. Though Chuey apologized, I think we’re making good friends as he announces having a baby shower today.
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