Between the Sheets (9781476775807)

by Cairo

  She huffs. “Soooo, you’re saying after the romantic night we spent practically fucking until the sun came up that you’re too good to meet me for a drink now? Is that it?”

  I blink. “Of course not. Not wanting to go out for drinks with you has nothing to do with thinking I’m better than you. It simply means we’re not friends, nor will we ever be.”

  “Oh, okay. If that’s how you want it.”

  “It’s for the best.” I get up and walk around my desk, then shut my door. “Listen, Anonymous, I mean Marisol…” I pause, shaking my head. “That night…in all honesty, MarSell and I had a great time with you.” I sit back at my desk. “But it’s no more than that.”

  “Uh-huh. No worries, mami. Fuck the drunken girl, then act like it never happened.” She tsks. “Real classic.”

  “Listen. We were all pretty lit up that night, but not to the point where we weren’t aware of what we were doing. We were all consenting adults that night. So I don’t want to sound harsh or anything, but I need to be honest with you. We’re never going to be friends. Nor are we going to become acquaintances. So, there’ll be no after-work dinner dates, or future late-night rendezvous.”

  “Well, I don’t want to be friends with you either. But I was hoping to get your blessing to keep fucking that fine husband of yours.”

  My eyes widen. I am totally taken aback that this woman has boldly come out and tells me that she wants me to allow her to keep sleeping with my goddamn husband. All I want to know is, where the hell they teaching this shit at?

  She laughs. “Ooh, mami. He has some delicious dick. And it’s so huge. I thought my last papi’s cock was mucho grande but he—”

  “Excuse you?” I say, cutting her off. “Are you serious? You want me to give you permission to keep screwing my husband?”

  “Well, of course. I don’t see the big deal. Out of respect, I’m coming to you as a woman. Yes. I want your man, mami. I think we have something special. And I’m willing to share him for now. But eventually I’m going to want him all to myself. So get ready.”

  Oh this bitch has got to be fucking kidding me?

  I hop up, walk around my desk, stalking over to the credenza. “Oh, no, sweetie. Let’s get something clear right here, right now.” I snatch the flowers from out of the vase. “You will not be fucking, sucking, or doing anything else”—I toss them into the garbage—“with my husband under any circumstances. Now I appreciate the flowers, but I’m going to have to insist that you not contact either of us again. Please. Respect our privacy and our space.”

  “Oh, okay, then. I can take a hint. You’re not interested in being friends. And you’re not willing to share your man. Your man.” She laughs. “What a joke. But fine. I’ll play nice. Keep him…I’ll just borrow him.”

  Keep him?

  As if I planned on doing anything less.

  “Oh, and no worries, mami, your secret is safe with me.”

  I frown, placing a hand up on my hip. “And what secret is that?”

  “That you and Mister Creepin’ and Freakin’ After Dark are a bunch of certified freaks. I’m sure you wouldn’t want that getting out.”

  I blink. “Well, of course I wouldn’t. Discretion is of the utmost importance to us. And I assumed for you as well.”

  “Well, of course it is. Lucky for you I don’t kiss and tell.” There’s a pregnant pause, before she says, “But don’t cross me.”

  The line goes dead.

  I slump back in my seat as if the air is being sucked from my lungs.

  Dear God…

  TWENTY-FIVE

  Marcel

  “Can you believe that bitch?” Marika hisses, kicking off her heels and removing her blouse. She steps out of her skirt, then stomps over toward the liquor cabinet. I absently lick my lips eyeing her ass bounce in her panties with each step. I imagine it’s my tongue that’s wedged in between the crack of her ass instead of them muhfuckin’ laced drawz. I lick my lips again, shifting my eyes from her juicy ass to her silky legs, then back up. All I have on my mind is having them long, sexy legs wrapped around my hips, or one up over my shoulder and the other around my waist.

  I slide a hand over the length of my dick, then squeeze the head a few times. Fuckin’ balls heavy as hell. I’m ready to bust this nut up in that sweet pussy. Sexy ass.

  “Marcel, are you listening to me?”

  I’ma tear that shit up tonight.

  “Marcel?”

  “Huh?”

  She blinks. “Ohmygod. Are you kidding me?” Hand on hip, head tilted, she narrows her gaze. “I’m telling you what the hell that little Spanish hussy said to me today and you haven’t heard not one thing I’ve said.” She throws her hands up. “Why do I even bother?”

  “Yo, c’mon, baby. Don’t do that. You know I heard everything you said.”

  “Yeah, right,” she huffs loudly, while grabbing a bottle of Merlot. She cracks open the wine bottle, then fills a glass, and tosses it back in a matter of seconds. “You’re not listening to one word I’m saying.”

  Guilty as charged. “Nah, seriously. I heard every word. That shit’s crazy.”

  “Mmmhmm. Sending me some goddamn flowers like that shit was supposed to mean something. Bitch, please.”

  “Maybe she didn’t really mean anything by it,” I say coolly.

  She scowls. “Are you kidding me? That ho meant a whole lot by it. Trust me. She’s a sneaky, conniving bitch who got a taste of some good dick and is now whipped.”

  Yeah, I did put this dick on her ass…

  She pours herself another glass of wine, tossing it back. “Asking me some shit like that. Can she keep fucking you! I knew there was something a little off with her ass the minute she started riding your dick. That bitch was scheming then. Trying to show me up.”

  Damn. She def rode the shit outta this dick. “C’mon, now. Can’t anyone show you up, baby. She can scheme on the dick all she wants, it ain’t gonna happen. You got this shit on lock. She was just enjoying herself.”

  She shoots me an incredulous look. “No. What she was enjoying is pretending she was me. That bitch carried on like she was your wife, and I was the side dish.”

  I laugh. “Yo, c’mon, baby. Now you’re being ridiculous.”

  She slams her glass down. “Don’t call me ridiculous. And I don’t see anything funny. I know what I saw. I was there; remember? Or were you blocking me out, too?”

  What the fuck?

  I frown. “Hell nah, I wasn’t doing no dumb shit like that. Where’s that coming from?”

  She sucks her teeth. “Forget it.”

  “Nah, nah. You don’t get to say some shit like that, then tell me to forget it. That’s not how we get down. Talk to me.”

  “Whatever you say, MarSell,” she mutters nonchalantly. “I talk, you ignore. Where’s the communication in that?”

  I sigh, running my hand over my mouth. “Damn. Really? This is how you doing it? We’re supposed to be able to talk about anything.”

  “Yeah, well. I’m aggravated. I was talking, telling you how that bitch called my office and rattled my damn nerves with her shit, and you’re sitting over there playing with your damn dick, probably thinking about fucking.”

  I grin all sheepish ‘n’ shit, flashing her my deep dimples. “Hey, what can I say? You turn me on, baby.”

  She scoffs, raising her voice a decibel. “Really? You’re turned on? Now? I’m rattling on about that Spanish ho trying to disrupt our lives, and—”

  “What we have is untouchable,” I say calmly. “She, or anyone else, can’t disrupt shit, baby. Not over here, unless one of us lets her. And I know I’m not letting the animal outta the cage to devour shit we’ve built. So don’t you let it, or her, either.”

  She fills her glass again. “Oh, good answer, MarSell. I wonder how calm you’d be if the shoe were on the other foot and some big-dicked Mandingo came at you telling you he wanted to keep fucking me. I bet you’d have those big thick cow balls of yours all up
in a bunch.”

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Maybe.”

  I go silent for a few seconds, try to collect my thoughts and ignore the sarcastic dig.

  I take a breath. “I’m not letting another muhfucka keep fuckin’ you unless you wanna keep getting fucked, so we’re not going there. And the only woman I’ma keep fuckin’ is you, for the rest of my life. All that other shit is irrelevant. Neither one of us can help what another muhfucka wants, or desires. It’s what we want that matters. We built this shit, baby. Me and you. What we have is solid. So relax, and stop letting that broad get all up in your head.”

  She lifts her wineglass to me. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  My gaze drifts down to her breasts and her already hard nipples. I lick my lips as I imagine sucking them into my mouth. “See you got jokes, right?”

  She holds my gaze. “No. I have a headache.”

  “C’mere ‘n’ let me take care of it for you.”

  She walks off, shaking her ass.

  I frown. “Yo, you kidding me, right? Where you going?”

  “To go relax,” she says over her shoulder.

  “I got something to relax you.”

  “No thank you. You stay there. And keep playing with your dick.”

  I blink as she disappears.

  Oh hell nah. I’m tryna get some pussy tonight. That’s all I’ve been thinking about all day. Fucking. And I’ll be goddamned if I’m about to let this shit with some dizzy-ass, nonfactor broad spiral into some bullshit-ass tiff between Marika and me. Not tonight.

  Damn. I fucked up. Muthafuckin’ dick hard! I shoulda just fuckin’ let her vent.

  I get up and sulk over toward the bar, pouring myself a shot of 1800 Coleccion, then toss it back. I’ma give her ass a few minutes to chill. I lift the pewter decanter and pour another shot. No way in hell I’m going to bed tonight without some pussy. Fuck that.

  “Fuckin’ broads, man,” I mutter, shaking my head. I uncork a bottle of 2008 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti, then grab two wine- glasses and fill the glasses. I glance at my watch and drop my drawz, letting them fall around my ankles.

  I step out of them, leaving them in the middle of the floor.

  Her two minutes of shittiness is up.

  I make my way toward the back of our loft.

  And there she is…

  Looking sexy as fuck, submerged in our huge, sunken whirlpool tub.

  Candles lit, the sounds of George Tandy Jr. playing through the speakers, Marika’s head is back on the neck rest.

  Steam billows around her as she sways to the rhythm and her legs fall open. Her eyes slide shut.

  I swallow hard, but keep my mouth shut as I watch her juicy titties bobbing in the water, and her thick chocolate-colored nipples puckering just above the suds. Marika’s breathing hitches when the water laps at them. I lick my lips. And stand in awe, leaning up against the doorframe, eyes smoldering, holding our wineglasses.

  I imagine how slick her pussy must already be as her hand reaches between her legs and she strokes herself.

  Fuck.

  Chest heaving, dick now pointing straight out, rock-solid, copper-hard, my heavy gaze drifts up and down the bathtub as I watch Marika edge herself to an orgasm.

  Yeah, that’s right, baby. Get that pussy ready for me.

  With her free hand, she thumbs her nipples and arches her back.

  I hiss in a breath and grip the wineglasses, feeling a heavy nut swelling in my balls. Sighing with my own need, I push off the doorframe, sauntering across the bathroom until I am standing next to the tub staring down at her.

  “You thinkin’ about this dick, baby?”

  She gasps, cracking open her eyes and looking up at me. She blinks. “How long have you been standing there?”

  I grin. “Long enough to know how much I love you. And need you. You’re sexy as fuck, baby. Even when you’re mad at me.”

  “I’m not mad at you,” she says softly. “I was somewhat irked by your nonchalance, though. But I’m over it now.” I hand her a glass of wine. “Thank you.”

  I lean down and kiss her on the head. “I apologize, baby. You know everything you share with me is important to me. And if someone fucks with you, then they’re fuckin’ with me.”

  “I know.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Mmm. This is delicious.”

  “Yeah, it is,” I say, staring at her rigid nipples.

  She catches my gaze and shakes her head. “The wine, silly.”

  “Yeah, that too.” I sit on the edge of the tub. “I love you. You know that, right?”

  “Of course I do,” she says softly. “I love you, too.”

  I reach out to touch her wet cheek, stroking the curve, then down her jaw with the back of my fingers. “Don’t let that broad get to you, aiight. She’s a nonfactor in our lives.”

  She nods. “I know.” She takes another sip of her wine, then sets it up on the ledge of the tub. “The nerve of her.”

  “Yeah,” I say, dropping my hand down, delving into the water. “The nerve.” I gulp back my wine and set my empty glass on the floor, caressing her nipple until she lets out a moan. “Silly-ass broads. Can’t stick to the fuckin’ script.”

  “I…I was so…so damn taken by surprise at her audaciousness that….I let it get to me.” I thumb her nipple. “Oooh.”

  “Fuck her, baby.”

  I slide my hand down over her belly, then dip down between her thighs.

  Marika sucks in her breath. “Yessss. F-f-fuck. Her.”

  Daley’s—this cat from UK—joint with Marsha Ambrosius, “Alone Together,” is playing now. I can’t even front. The muhfucka’s voice is mad sexy.

  I tweak Marika’s clit between two of my fingers, causing her to gasp.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes,” she says softly, licking her lips. “You drive me crazy, MarSell.”

  “I’m all yours.” I stroke my thumb over her nipple again.

  “Uhh. I know, baby.” I pinch her clit again. She gasps again. “Oooh, yess…”

  My fingers skim between her lips. “Whose pussy is this?”

  “Y-yours,” she says huskily. Her lashes flutter.

  I can feel the heat pulsing over her erect clit as I circle my fingers back over it, kneading and stroking. I lean over into the tub and flick my tongue over her nipple, wetness and warmth and steam coating my tongue.

  “Uh. Oh, MarSell. Yes, baby…”

  My fingers dive into her cunt, causing water to swirl and ripple around her.

  “You want me to get in?”

  It’s a loaded question.

  She licks her lips again. “Yes. Get in.” She grinds her hips down into the tub. Fucks herself onto my hand. “Get in. Get in. Get in. Aaah, yes…Get. All. Up. In…meeee.”

  I remove my hand from between her legs, causing her to gasp. “Ohmygod, why you stop?”

  Jamie Foxx’s “Freak’in Me” eases through the speakers.

  I grin, lust gleaming in my eyes as I rise from the edge of the tub and lift a leg over the side and into the water. My dick bounces in her face. A smile eases over her lips.

  “You still need to ask?” I tease as I turn to face her and slide into the suds and steamy water. I reach down for her feet, lifting her right one up to my mouth and sucking all five of her wet toes deep into my mouth. She moans as I lick the ball of her foot, then suck her heel into my mouth. Then go back to making love to her toes with my tongue and mouth all over again. I move onto her left foot. Do the same thing. My dick sticks straight up into the air, clearing the surface of the bubbles.

  I moan, laving her toes. She lodges her right foot into my crotch, pressing my dick up against my stomach as she slides her foot up and down my shaft, stroking it. I try to suck her foot into my mouth.

  “Oh, God, yessss. MarSell, baby…”

  I ease her toes out of my mouth, then reach for her, pulling her toward me.

  “Straddle me.”

  With a sass
y grin, she gets up on her knees, water cascading down her body as she straddles me, situating one knee on each side of me.

  “Sexy-ass,” I rasp, wrapping my arms around her waist. Our wet bodies collide as she cradles my dick against her pussy. I lower my head in, run my lips over the swell of her breast, then suck her nipple into my mouth, gently tugging it between my teeth.

  “Oooh, yes…”

  I suck harder, finding a rhythm that causes her heart to beat wildly against me.

  August Alsina starts singing about a chick riding him like a porn star as I slink one of my hands between Marika’s thighs, brushing my fingers over her swollen pussy lips, then flicking over her clit. Never taking my mouth from her nipple, I toy with the front of her slit. My fingers circle it. Tease it. Then dip inside. Deep.

  “Uhhh, yes…”

  “You like that, baby,” I whisper, gazing into her eyes. My fingers go deeper. Caress her slick pussy walls, then press into that magic spot.

  “Ooh, yes. Ooh, yes. Ooh, yessss…”

  Her G-spot swells as she closes her eyes and throws her head back.

  “Damn, you…uh. Mmmm…oooh…aaah…”

  “You ready for me to drown this pussy?”

  “Yes, daddy. Drown it.” She rides my fingers. “Uhhh…flood this pussy, MarSell…”

  I suck and nip at her nipple.

  She palms my shoulders and curls her fingers into my back. And when I lift her hips up and lower her onto the head of my dick, her nails sink into my muscles. She rocks and rolls her hips. Moans and groans. Rolls and rocks, splashing water up over the edge of the tub.

  She buries her face into my neck, sucking in deep breaths as her pussy muscles suck me in. “There you go, baby. Get that dick. Daddy gotta big nut for you.”

  I squeeze her ass. She bites into my neck.

  “Oh, God, oh, God…” Marika grinds her breasts against me, sliding further down onto my dick, water and bubbles slosh up over her ass, like waves as she rides me.

  “Yeah, there you go, baby…Let that hot pussy suck the nut outta daddy’s big dick. Yeah, get that shit, baby…”

  I reach around, slide my fingers along the crack, then push my middle finger into her ass.