Between the Sheets (9781476775807)

by Cairo

  “Aaaaah, that’s so fucking good,” He moans. “I’m coming. Aah, fuck. I’m coming…uhh, uhh…”

  I reach over and lightly pinch one of his nipples, pushing him completely over the edge. He grunts. Growls. Then bucks his hips, grabbing ahold of Marika’s head.

  She moans, gasps, as thick ropes of nut shoot into her mouth. I jack my dick faster, sucking Bret’s toes harder, biting into them, as surges of heat rip through my body. I grunt. The base of my dick thickens as my own cum shoots out in thick, hot bursts, gushing up into the air, then splashing down and hitting Bret’s chest and stomach.

  I grin as Bret takes his finger and scoops up a glob of my nut, shoveling it into his mouth as Marika takes his sticky dick and smears the remaining bit of nut seeping out from his piss slit over her lips, glossing them.

  My dick is still hard, and horny.

  I wanna nut again.

  Wicked smiles ease over Marika and my lips.

  It’s about to be a long muthafuckin’ night.

  TWENTY-ONE

  Marcel

  Just before eleven, Tuesday night, Marika and I step out of our chauffeured Bentley and hit the red carpet outside Club Amnesia for Laila’s album release party. The entire block is blocked off by security. Onlookers, groupies, and tons of paparazzi hoping to snatch tomorrow’s front-page headlines are outside behind barricades. Marika hides her face as a gaggle of cameras start snapping our pictures, bulbs flashing everywhere.

  The bouncers quickly pull back the red rope so we can enter the club. And there’s no surprise here. The music is thumpin’. The party’s packed. The energy’s on full-blast. There are wall-to-wall muhfuckas in all of their bling everywhere, profiling. And scantily clad vixens and video hoes and broads looking for a come-up scour the club, trying to snag their next meal ticket.

  I reach for Marika’s hand and snake our way through the massive three-level club. On the main level, I greet a few kats from A & R, then say what’s up to Keshia from BET’s 106 & Park. A lot of shit’s definitely changed in the industry. I’m not gonna front.

  I pull Marika onto the dance floor and dance up on her when DJ Chunky Monkey—this cool-ass cat who also deejays real heavy down at some spot over in Jersey. Newark, I think—slides on Laila’s new joint “Booty Clap.”

  “Make that booty clap, baby,” I tease, grabbing a chunk of Marika’s ass on the sly. She laughs, spinning out of my grasp. On the right of us, I spot the singer-songwriter Jason Derulo and some sexy Dominican-looking beauty, doing their thing on the floor. I give him a head nod.

  Then focus my attention on some wild-ass chick with a big, juicy ass stuffed in a sexy-ass white mini dress with the back cut out dangerously low. I eye her as she spins around in the middle of the floor. She has muhfuckas swarming around her like flies to shit, all dancing and tryna keep up with her energy. “Yes! Yes! Make it clap, gawtdammit!” She drops down low, then pops back up and starts making all her ass clap. She fucks my head up when she bends over and pops each ass cheek. Real shit, I almost nut in my drawz.

  That ass is real juicy.

  I blink. “Goddamn she gotta fat ass!”

  Marika grins. “Oh, you like that, huh?”

  “She a bit ratchet for my taste,” I say over the beats, “but that ass, though…”

  Juicy Ass spins, then dips, then hops up and down. “Goddamn you, Chunky! Goddamn you! Owwww! Make it clap! Make it clap! Can’t a bitch clap it like me! Take a look and weep, bitches! Booty clap! Booty clap! Owww! Owww! Yes, goddammit! They call me Big Booty, bitches! Oww! Yes, gawd! Laila tore her muthafuckin’ drawz with this shit…!”

  Pretty in the face, small in the waist, Juicy Ass bends over again and pulls out a string of anal beads, then swings them shits over her head, dropping it like it’s no thing.

  That’s it for me. Marika and I stop dancing, staring in disbelief. I shake my head. “Yo, this chick’s shot the fuck out,” I say, grabbing Marika by the hand. “Let’s get the fuck up outta here.”

  “Um, did she just do what I think she did?” Marika asks, furrowing her brows.

  “Straight-up freak shit, baby. Where they doin’ that at? Pulling beads outta their ass. Then swinging them shits in the air.”

  Marika shakes her head. “Nasty-ass.”

  “No doubt.” I take Marika’s hand and put it on my thigh. “But you feel that, right? I ain’t gonna front, baby. She got my dick hard as hell when she did that shit.”

  She laughs, squeezing it. “Nasty.”

  “It’s all for you, baby,” I shout over the music as another Laila joint plays.

  She playfully rolls her eyes, giving me a yeah-right look.

  We finally make our way through the second level and like the main level, it’s packed here as well. But more heads are dancing than standing around holding drinks in their hands.

  Marika and I bump into Nina, who’s looking sexy as fuck in a black, low-cut wrap dress. She has her hair pinned up.

  She waves at us, shifting her drink from one hand to the other, then stepping in to give me and Marika a hug. “Girl, you’re working that dress,” she says, giving Marika an approving look. “Good to see you.”

  Marika waves her on. “Girl, please. Not like you’re wearing yours. Good seeing you as well.”

  “Damn,” I yell over the music, spreading my arms out. “Don’t you see me standing here? Can a brotha get some love around here, too?”

  She rolls her eyes, pressing her body into mine. “Happy?” she says, stepping back. “Girl, I don’t know how you deal with his spoiled behind.”

  Marika links her arms through mine. “Girl, it’s a challenge, but somebody’s got to do it.”

  Nina laughs. “And it might as well be you.”

  “Yeah, aiight. Keep talkin’ slick.” I kiss her on the cheek. “See you Thursday night, yo.”

  “Yup. Let me go get my dance on.” She smiles. “Marika, as always. It’s good seeing you.”

  “You, too, hon.” They give each other hugs. Then Marika and I eye her as she zigzags her way through the crowd. “She’s sexy,” Marika says, grabbing my hand.

  “No doubt. I bet you’d tear that sweet ass up, too.”

  Marika laughs. “Oooh, you know it. All night long.”

  I grin. Damn, I’d love to see that shit. Yo, real shit. Nina’s lucky I’m not into breaking cardinal rules. Otherwise I’d have her hanging upside down on this dick.

  When we finally hit the third level, I immediately spot my boy Carlos flanked by two exotic beauties, posing for the cameras. Tonight, he has his wavy hair combed out, and he’s rockin’ all white. See-through linen.

  And the muhfucka’s dick is swinging like he isn’t rockin’ a pair of drawz.

  I shake my head, nudging Marika. “Look at that pretty muhfucka over there.”

  “Oh, I see his sexy behind.”

  “Muhfucka looks like he ain’t wearing drawz, either.”

  Her lips curl. “Oh, I see that, too. And I see whom he’s with. Ooh, that man knows he’s a magnet for beautiful women.”

  I nod knowingly. “No doubt.”

  Carlos grins when he spots us, breaking free from the two lovelies clutching either side of him. “Oh, shit. What’s good, playboy?”

  We give each other dap. “I see ya ugly ass cheesing for the camera.”

  “Yo, don’t hate me ’cause I’m everything you can’t be. I can’t help if I’m a pretty muhfucka.” He brings his attention to Marika, scooping her up in his arms and kissing her on the cheek. “Hey, beautiful. Why are you with his ugly ass?”

  She laughs. “Let’s see. He’s my beautiful beast. And I love him.”

  “Good answer.” He drapes his arm around her.

  “Hey, hey,” I say, knocking his arm away, “fall back from tryna run off with my wife.”

  He laughs. “Man, you lucky I got love for you, or I’d been snatched her away from you.”

  “Now, now, boys,” Marika teases. “Play nice.” I see the look in her eyes and k
now what she’s really thinking: “I have enough pussy for the both of you, boo.”

  I spot Kandi Burrus and her husband, Todd, along with a few cats from the Brooklyn Nets. I also peep the heavy-hitter himself, DJ Camilo in the building with his peeps. And Solange. I blink. Then quickly scan the area to see if I spot Jay-Z or Beyoncé in the vicinity. I don’t.

  “How long you been here?” I ask Carlos, bringing my attention back to him. He says about thirty minutes or so. He waves over the two chicks he’d been hugged up snapping flicks with, and introduces them. Sienna and Summer. Two twin models from the U.K.

  Real shit, they’re fine as fuck.

  Carlos leans into me, the heat from his breath tickling my ear and says, “You know I’m fuckin’ them down tonight. Too bad ya ass married. You could be pounding their shit out with me.”

  I laugh, reaching for Marika’s hand. I give it a squeeze. “Do you, playboy.”

  We talk it up a few minutes more, then decide to link up before either of us gets ready to roll out. He gives Marika a kiss on the cheek, then daps me up. Marika and I both eye him as he snatches up the twin beauties, then cups a handful of their ass cheeks.

  I can’t help but laugh at his nasty ass.

  Laila’s face lights up when she spots me. She hurries over and gives me a hug. Thanking me for coming out to support her. I introduce her to Marika. And she wishes Laila much success on the new album. More hugs, then she’s off to greet the rest of her guests.

  I take Marika by the hand and lead her to a booth not too far from the bar reserved for M&K executives, which also overlooks the dance floor. There’s already two bottles of Bollinger on ice in a bucket on the table along with flutes.

  Marika and I are on our second glass of champagne when we both lock eyes on the bangin’ beauty with the melon-sized titties and plump ass—rocking a red skimpy, low-cut blouse and red short skirt, perched up at the VIP bar, sipping from a martini glass. I’m not sure where she’s come from, but she definitely wasn’t sitting in that spot ten minutes ago. Or maybe she was.

  All I know is, she’s there now. And I’m diggin’ what I see. And so is Marika.

  “Now she’s sexy,” Marika says, leaning into me.

  I grin. “You think she got good pussy?”

  “There’s only one way to find out,” she says, placing her flute to her lips, then slowly taking a sip. She licks her lips, setting her glass back on the table.

  I glance back over toward the bar. Whoever chick is, she’s someone I’ve never seen before. And judging by the way the vultures are swooping in on her, no one else knows who she is either.

  I like that. She wasn’t one of the regular groupie chicks who stalked industry parties.

  I rub my chin. Fresh meat to pound this dick in.

  “How much you want to bet, her panties are red, too?” Marika says, bringing my attention back to her.

  I eye her as she takes her tongue and glides it around the rim of her drink as if she were licking the head of a fat dick. She dips her tongue down into her drink, then takes another slow sip. She sets her empty glass on the bar, licking her juicy, glossy lips.

  I feel my dick slowly stirring in my drawz.

  “You see that?” Marika says low, leaning into my ear.

  “No doubt.” I bite my bottom lip, imagining her long, pierced tongue lapping at my balls, then sliding over my…

  Marika playfully pinches me. “I know that look.”

  I hit her with a sexy grin, feigning ignorance. “What look, baby?”

  “Don’t play coy with me. That ‘I’d love to feel that silver ball rolling over my hole’ look.”

  I laugh. “Yo, you know me so well. Guilty as charged.” I narrow my gaze. “Don’t front like you weren’t thinking the same thing.”

  Now it’s her turn to laugh. “Busted.”

  “So, what you think? Latina or Italian?”

  She glances over at the bar. “Mmm. It’s kind of hard to tell with the lighting. She could be Italian.”

  I lick my lips. “Nah, she’s definitely Latina, baby. Look at that ass on her. And them juicy made-for-dick-sucking lips.”

  “And clit sucking,” Marika adds teasingly.

  I lean in and kiss her on the lips, catching the eye of our prospective lay for the night if things kick off the way I hope. Although Marika and I rarely indulge our sexual appetites at these types of industry parties, every now and then someone worthwhile becomes an exception to the rule.

  Tonight, it might be the beauty at the bar.

  Marika brings her flute to her lips, taking another sip. “She’s still looking over here. I think you should go over and invite her to join us.”

  I lean in and give Marika a long sensual kiss, then slide out of the booth and make my way over toward the bar. Baby girl is checkin’ me hard as I head her way. Her eyes seem to light up as she arches her back, poking her titties out more.

  “What’s your name, beautiful?” I yell over the music into her ear, placing my hand on the small of her back.

  She smiles, flashing a set of straight white teeth. “I’m everything you need me to be.”

  I grin. “Mar—”

  “Oh. I know who you are, papi,” she says, licking her luscious lips. “Mister Creepin’ and Freakin’ After Dark. Who doesn’t know whom the sexiest man alive on radio is. You never emailed me back to let me know how you liked the pictures I sent you.”

  I blink. “Oh, shit. It’s you. Miss Anonymous?”

  She slides off the barstool. “Yep. It’s all me. In the butter pecan flesh, papi.” She slides her hands over her hips, then slowly turns, giving me a full view of her entire body. Ass for days, damn! “You like?”

  Hell the fuck yeah. I nod. “True, true.” My gaze drops to her cleavage and lingers there, before licking my lips and looking back into her face.

  “Good. We’re all aduts here. I’m grown. So forgive me for being straightforward, but it’s no secret that I wanna fuck you, papi. I wanna feel my pussy wrapped all around your cock.”

  Ah shit! Freak-ass. Baby, I’ll fuck ya ass inside out, then watch Marika blow ya guts out. The two of us will rock ya muthafuckin’ lights out!

  “So how’d you get an invite to this?”

  She tells me her friend won two VIP tickets to the release party over the radio last week after trying for three weeks to win them.

  She glances over at Marika. Then reaches for her drink and lifts it up at her. Marika does the same, smiling. “Your wife’s very beautiful.” I give her a look, surprised that she knows Marika is my wife and not some date. “Oh, don’t be so shocked,” she says, grinning. “I know who she is. Who doesn’t? As many times as you’ve talked about her on the radio and I’ve seen the two of you in photos, how could I not know? Still, I’d rather have you all to myself.”

  She bats her thick lashes, tucking her hair behind her ear.

  “Nah, baby…no dice. It’s a two-for-one special. We’re a package deal.”

  A sly smile eases over her lips. “That’s sexy, papi. Real sexy.”

  “Yeah, like you.” I decide to test the waters, to see just how open this beauty is. I put a finger to her jawline and gently trace it. “What color panties you have on?”

  She bats her lashes. “Red. I’m hot like fire, papi,” she says over the music. “And you are making them wetter by the second.”

  “Damn, baby. I love wet panties.” I glance over my shoulder at Marika. She smiles at me. And I wink at her.

  I glance at my watch. We’ve been here almost two hours. It’s time to roll out. “Where ya peoples at?”

  She takes a slow sip from her drink, easing back up on her stool.

  “Oh, her.” She tsks. “Please, man problems.”

  My eyes soak in her voluptuous lips, imagining them wrapped around the head of my dick. Damn. I bet she can suck a mean dick.

  “Oh, word? Then how about you come join my wife and me”—I nod my head over toward our table—“and get to know us a lil’ bet
ter. I promise. We won’t bite.”

  Her wet tongue swipes over her lips again, then spreads into a mischievous grin. “Who said I didn’t want to be bitten?”

  “Oh, my bad, baby. Then you good.”

  “Oh, I know I am.” She tosses her long hair over her shoulder, causing her titties to jiggle. Damn. All I can think about is having my hard dick sandwiched in between them big bouncy mounds, then busting my nut all over them. “I love being bit…in all the right places.”

  Laila’s new track “Paradise” starts playing and the club goes wild.

  Miss Anonymous pops her fingers, then two-steps. “Oooh, this is my shit. Come dance with me, papi.”

  “Nah, I’m good on that,” I say, taking in the scene around us, then bringing my attention back to her. “What I’d rather do is go somewhere ‘n’ fuck.”

  She slides back off the barstool. “Ooh, papi. If you only knew how long I’ve fantasized about being with you.”

  I smirk. “Then let’s go turn that fantasy into a reality.”

  She guzzles her drink back, reaches for her beaded clutch, then says, “Let me go freshen up. I’ll meet you back at your table.”

  TWENTY-TWO

  Marika

  My breath quickens. Buzzed from countless flutes of champagne, arousal sparks the air around us. Marcel lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me with a heated passion, as he slides the hotel’s key card along the slot. His tongue is hot and wet as it sweeps around mine. He pats my ass, then cups and squeezes it. And I moan low in my throat as our tongues tangle and clash.

  “Let’s turn her world upside down, baby,” he whispers against my mouth.

  I crane my neck over my shoulder, taking our prey in. She’s inebriated, but still very sexy.

  Her gaze locks with mine. My lips curl. “Yes. Let’s.”

  The door clicks open. And the three of us stumble inside, letting the door shut behind us.

  Marcel doesn’t waste any time with chitchat. As soon as we hit the bedroom suite, he pounces on her, swift and with a purpose. I eye him as he hikes up her skirt, then in one-swoop lifts her up on the dresser and wedges himself between her thighs. “You sure you want this? You think you can handle the heat?”