by Chunichi
Duke began to rip my clothes off piece by piece as we stumbled up the stairs toward his bedroom. Once at the top of the stairs, we busted through his bedroom doors, still indulged in passion, and landed on the dresser. He bent my naked body over and squeezed my hips tight as he inserted his penis forcefully.
“Ah! Ah! Aaaaah!” My erotic yells rang out, turning him on even more.
My body ached as Duke pounded me from the back. I continued to yell with each stroke. My ass shook and breasts bounced with each brush.
“You like that?” I could hear Duke whisper in my ear.
“Yes,” I responded to a phrase that was much too familiar to me. In fact, every touch, each kiss, each stroke was all too familiar to me. Duke must have noticed my mind drifting, because he grabbed me by my hair and forced my head back.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked while gently biting on my ear then passionately kissing me.
I looked at his reflection in the mirror. I didn’t know what Duke put in that shot of Hennessy, but it really had me bugging. The image in the mirror just wasn’t what I thought I should be seeing.
When I looked in the mirror, the reflection I originally saw was Duke, who then changed to Snake then to Vegas. I put my head down and closed my eyes, hoping the hallucination would disappear. Duke noticed how distracted I became, then demanded my attention.
“Whose pussy is this?” Duke asked again, pulling my hair, forcing me to look in the mirror once again.
“It’s yours, Duke. It’s yours.” I closed my eyes and forced the words out of my mouth. “Open your eyes and look in the mirror. Watch me fuck my pussy then, bitch!”
I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the mirror, this time focusing on my reflection. That’s when the truth settled. While watching the image of me in the mirror, I realized everything I really wanted at that moment. The touch I’d felt were the hands of Vegas, the kiss I’d felt were the lips of Vegas, and the passion I’d felt was the hunger of Vegas. This took me back to the memorable moments of the sweet love Vegas and I shared. Vegas and I used to make love like we were all that mattered to each other. Like my life before my eyes, each scene flashed before me in the mirror.
The memory of our anniversary night on the cruise was vivid. I could almost feel the cool air around me as I thought of Vegas secretly sexing me from behind in the night air. Then there was the spontaneous moment we shared together on the weight bench in our home.
“Whose pussy is this?” Duke asked again, interrupting my thoughts like a flick of the remote.
My mind was now on Snake. The familiar words “You like that? Whose pussy is this?” were the words of Snake. I thought of the rough sex we’d shared at the hotel. As I thought back to the multitude of bruises I had the next day, I could only wonder why the sex we shared was so different from the passionate lovemaking I was quite sure he’d made with Mickie, time and time again. As I looked in the mirror and stared into the eyes of the young Duke, it was apparent that these three men shared something a little more powerful than a last name. It was an uncontrollable attraction that brewed a combined lust I had for each of them.
CHAPTER 22
HAVE MY CAKE AND EAT IT TOO
DUKE
Who the fuck said you can’t have your cake and eat it too? Well, somebody needed to pass the word to the muthafucker that li’l Duke from Norfolk, Virginia made history! Not only did I have the cake and eat it, but I did it while everyone was watching. I was just that sweet! Just to boost my ego, I thought I’d give that shit a try right now. I’d already had C and ran her ass. Now I’d call Danielle. She was going to be my next piece of booty. Things with her were moving easier than expected.
I picked up the phone and pressed *67 before dialing her cell number. “What’s up, Duke?” she asked before even saying hello.
“And how did you know it was me, sexy?”
“No one else blocks their number when calling, except you,” she stated in a flirtatious tone. My manhood rose at the sound of her voice. I had to get her and fast.
“So, how you doing?” I asked, knowing that she would likely mention some drama that she and Snake were going through.
“Not too good, Duke. Not too good,” she stated sadly.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?”
“It’s Snake. He just won’t treat me right. I know I was wrong for that little escapade that you and I had, but compared to the things he’s done, that’s nothing. I’ve never cheated or even looked at another guy. That conversation between us wasn’t even supposed to happen. He won’t forgive me. I don’t know what to do. Do you think you could talk to him?” Her words were music to my ears.
Now that Snake was mad at her, it made her even more vulnerable, which made things easier for me. All I had to do now was act like I was there for her.
“To be honest, Danielle, Snake is not even feeling me right now. Me and that nigga ain’t really getting along,” I said, hoping that she would inquire more about things between my uncle and me.
“What do you mean? Is it because he caught us on the phone that night?”
“Nah, actually I haven’t even spoken to him about that. He was pissed off at me before that. He was mad from when I left your house earlier that night.”
“So, what happened? I heard you all speaking about that girl, Ceazia. Does it have anything to do with her?” Danielle was falling into each one of my traps perfectly.
“Yeah, it did. But I’d rather not go into it,” I said to draw more curiosity.
“Duke, please tell me what’s going on. It must be something really bad to tear you guys apart. I mean, you all were like father and son.” Danielle begged to hear more, and I quickly gave her an earful.
“Danielle, even though Snake and I have our differences, he’s still my uncle, and I have to be loyal to him. But at the same time, I got much love for you, so I’m just going to leave it at this. You’re a good girl and you deserve a good man. Any nigga would love to have a woman like you, so you don’t have to settle. You see all the signs. I don’t have to point shit out to you. I know you’ve heard the saying ‘if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it’s a duck.’ Well, in this case, let’s just say; if it looks like a stripper, and acts like a gold-digging ho, then it’s Ceazia,” I said, wrapping shit up perfectly.
“I know exactly what you’re saying, Duke. You don’t have to say anything more. On that note, I think I’ll say goodnight.”
“Good night, sweetie. And if you need to talk, don’t hesitate to call. I’ll hop out the best pussy to talk to you,” I said with a chuckle to add icing to the cake.
I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had Danielle screaming my name like the rest. It was only a matter of time. I had to move slowly with her, but with Snake’s assistance, things were moving right along. His fucked up attitude was pushing his girl into my arms.
So, that was two down, now one to go. I wanted to taste a piece of BJ’s cake now. Since her girl died, she’d been real fucked up, so I’d been chilling. But I thought she’d had enough time to heal. Even more importantly, I was starting to miss that tight poonanny. BJ was definitely a prize possession. I broke her virginity, so I owned the pussy, and I planned to keep it that way.
Ring ... ring ... ring ... ring ... ring ... ring.
“You have reached ...” the automated voice mail began to say.
That was odd because it was late, and I knew BJ wasn’t out anywhere. I decided to try calling again.
“Hello?” This time, she answered on the second ring.
“Why the fuck you ain’t answer the phone when I just called? How many times do I have to call to get an answer?” I yelled.
“Why the fuck is you calling me with this bullshit?” she yelled back then hung the phone up in my ear.
That shit really fucked me up.
Where the fuck did she get balls to one, talk to me like that and two, to hang up the phone on me? I thought as I dialed her number again. I figured that death shit mus
t have really got her tripping.
“Hel—lo?” she answered in an annoyed tone.
“What’s up, baby? How you feel?” This time I tried a different approach. My goal was to fuck not fight, so I figured I’d better chill out.
“I’m good, Duke. What do you want?”
“Whatchu mean? I’m calling to talk to my girl. You are my girl, aren’t you?”
“The last I checked, although you don’t act like it. A real boyfriend would have sent flowers, dropped by for a surprise visit, called constantly. You, on the other hand, just dropped off the face of the earth.”
She was right. There wasn’t much I could say. During the time BJ was mourning, I was using it as an opportunity to fuck C and any other broad willing to give up some ass. But even though she was right, I refused to admit it. I had to come up with something.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’ve never had to console someone during a loss, so I don’t know how to act. Please forgive me. As a matter of fact, why don’t you let me make it up to you?” I began to run game on her.
“Make it up to me, huh? And just how do you plan to do that?” she asked.
“How about this? Just throw on some clothes and come over right now.”
“No, Duke, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She declined my offer.
“Why not, baby? I miss you. I miss seeing that sexy body, I miss your pretty smile, I miss holding you at night, and most importantly, I miss you farting in your sleep.”
She laughed hysterically. “See, I bet you haven’t laughed that hard in days. Who else besides me can do such a thing?”
“You’re right, Duke. I think I’ll take you up on that offer. You better make it worth my while too, nigga!” BJ stated before hanging up the phone.
I rushed and filled the bathtub with hot water. I added BJ’s favorite bath beads from Bath and Body Works and lit candles all around the tub. Then I ran to the kitchen and grabbed some strawberries, cherries, and grapes. These were all BJ’s favorite fruits. As a final touch, I ran to the corner store and grabbed a single rose and a cheesy little card that simply read “I love you.”
The killer would be the message I wrote inside. Nothing makes a woman’s heart melt faster than shit from the heart. A woman would appreciate a blank card with a handwritten message from the heart more than a Hallmark card with a beautiful poem. I reached into my box of cards, letters, pictures and many items I’d collected from women over the past years. I grabbed a letter from my ex-girlfriend, Kim Todd. Her poems always said the right things. I figured I’d change a few words to make it fit, and put that same poem in my card to BJ. I knew this box of love would come in handy for something other than a booty call one day.
Once I finished writing, I ran to the bed and placed the rose and card on it, and set some vanilla massage oil on the nightstand. Then I grabbed my Love and Basketball DVD and put it in the player. That was her favorite movie, and I knew she would want to watch it.
A good twenty minutes hadn’t passed before my doorbell rang. I was sure to turn all phones off, both house and cell, before opening the door. I wasn’t taking no chances in fucking this up. Hell, even I knew there were some situations not even the tightest game could fix.
“Hey baby!” I said before kissing BJ on the cheek.
She greeted me with a tight hug. And surprisingly, I was really feeling it. I stepped back and looked at her as she headed to the bedroom. For a moment, I felt as though I was lucky to have her. But I quickly shook it off and guided her to the bathroom.
“I have a hot bath waiting for you with your favorite bath beads. Why don’t you get in and I’ll bathe you?” I suggested.
“This is nice, Duke. I didn’t know you had it in you,” she said, surprised by my actions. “Anything for my baby,” I said seductively, then smiled and licked my lips.
I grabbed the net sponge and filled it with body wash. I started with her toes and washed each one gently, then slowly moved up, washing each part of her body, while complimenting and giving each a gentle kiss. She melted with each kiss. After her bath, I led her to the bed and directed her to lie down. I poured vanilla massage oil all over her body then I gave her the massage of a lifetime. She moaned and the tension from her body lifted with my tender touch. When I was done, she was so relaxed. As she lay on her back, I pressed play to begin the movie then fed her fruit as we watched. When the movie was done, she looked at me mysteriously and stated, “Duke, what has come over you? What more could a woman ask for?”
And with that said, I responded, “Just one more thing.” Then I handed her the rose and card.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she read the words of the card aloud: “My love, my heart, I have loved you from the start. Please forgive my doggish ways, for it is with you I want to stay. I can’t live without you—no, I shall not. Please come back home, I love you a lot. Love always, Duke.”
When she was done, she gave me a passionate kiss and stroked my erect penis.
Thanks, Kim! I said to myself, anticipating what was to come next. I knew after reading the card, this kiss could only lead to hot, wild, passionate sex, but I grabbed her hand and refused.
“No, baby. Tonight is all about you,” I whispered softly in her ear.
Then I lay her on her back and kissed each part of her body before resting my head in her lap and sending her into ecstasy.
CHAPTER 23
REVENGE TASTES LIKE CHOCOLATE
BJ
Damn, you really put it on me, I thought as I stared at a peacefully sleeping Duke. I wondered how he did the things he did then just acted like nothing had ever happened when he was around me. If I didn’t know any better, I would think this nigga was truly in love. It was sad, but hell, the more I looked at him, the more I realized I was still in love. Although I knew about the dirt he’d done, I still desired to be with him. We’d been through so much together. How could I possibly just walk away? I mean, this was the man I lost my virginity to. I’d never made love to anyone besides him. I didn’t even know if I was capable of making love with anyone else.
“I love you, Duke,” I whispered softly then kissed his cheeks.
I rubbed my hand across his scarred chest. Tears came in my eyes as I thought back to the day of the shooting. I almost lost him to war and now I was losing him to lust, after all I’d sacrificed. I lost my best friend, Gina, because of Duke. I lost my cousin, Ray-Ray, because of Duke. And more importantly, I lost my purity to Duke. And how did he repay me? By sleeping with a girl he knew I considered a big sister. How could I just sit and let shit ride? I couldn’t do it. I refused to do it. No matter how much I loved him; that love wasn’t going to make up for all my losses. That was it; I’d made my mind up. I should have never come here in the first place.
I hopped out of the bed and began putting my clothes on in a hurry. I didn’t want to take the chance of waking Duke. If he woke up, it would be even harder for me to walk away. Before I left, I stopped in the kitchen and wrote a small message on a notepad. It read: Sorry but I can no longer do this. It is over, Duke. Love always, BJ
I knew that was cheesy, but it was the only way I could do it. There was no way I would be able to face him straight-up. I took one last deep breath then placed the note underneath the refrigerator magnet, walked out the door and said good-bye forever.
The ride home was long, even though I only lived ten minutes away. I wondered if I’d made the right choice. My heart was telling me no, but my mind was telling me yes. Once I got home, the thought of Duke began to haunt me once again. I had to do something to get him off my mind. So, in a desperate attempt to get him out of my thoughts, I called Judah.
“Yo?” I heard the comforting baritone voice.
“Hey, Judah. How are you?”
“I’m good. How are you?” he asked.
I was relieved he’d asked because there was a lot I wanted to share. I wasn’t sure where to start, so I figured I’d bring up Ceazia and see where the conversation went.
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sp; “I’m okay, I guess. Just got a lot on my mind.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what?” he curiously asked.
“Nothing big. For starters, I just need to ask you a few questions. I spoke to Ceazia the other day and—”
“Ceazia? Please don’t tell me that trifling bitch feeding you bullshit.” Judah interrupted.
“Well, she told me some things that I just want to ask you about. Let’s start with these parties that you have. Do you engage in sex with any of the strippers there?” I nervously asked while praying he’d give the right answer.
“No, I don’t. Those parties are mostly about gambling. I just invite the girls to lure in more guys. I watch the table all night, baby.”
“Well, what about other than the parties. Did you ever have sex with any of them?”
“Look, BJ, from the day you met me, I’ve been nothing but honest to you, and that’s not going to change. So, if you ask me a question, just be sure you want to know the answer,” he stated as though he was preparing me for bad news.
“I want to know, Judah. I don’t want to come into this relationship blind. Let me know what I may have to face in the future.”
“Okay, look. I did have sex with one of the girls on a regular basis. It was nothing serious, just something to pass time. The girl would always want to include Cinnamon, or Ceazia as you call her, in our sexual escapades. I was never really feeling Cinnamon, so I would decline. I would watch them, but I only had sex with her friend. After a while, I stopped dealing with the chick, and she started acting all crazy and shit. Now she claims she’s pregnant. When we were together, I would look out for her very generously and even look out for Cinnamon too. So, now that I’m gone, the money is gone. And now that they see I’m feeling you, they’re doing all they can to fuck shit up. So, it’s up to you, baby girl. You can stick with me and believe what I tell you, or listen to them and give them what they want.”
After listening to Judah, I believed him. I’d heard the tales and even learned from firsthand experience that C was a conniving little bitch and would do anything to get on top. She may have gotten Duke, but I’d be damned if she got Judah!