Tasha walked into the bathroom and didn’t even notice Jaz washing her hands and watching her through the mirror.
“Miss Tasha, I was looking for you. Where are y’all sitting? And why are your cheeks so flushed?”
“You don’t want to know why. Where are y’all sitting? Here, hold my bag.”
“I just asked you that same question. Damn, what’s Trae out there doing to you?” Jaz asked, trying to figure out what was up with her girl. She had grabbed a whole wad of paper towels and was soaking them in hot water.
“We’re sitting up front in the corner,” she said, disappearing into the bathroom stall. Where are y’all sitting?”
“Up front. We got good seats, but I keep having to walk a mile to come pee. You look like you’re having a good time,” Jaz said, trying to be nosy. But she knew what was up.
“So far I am.”
“You wearing that dress, girl.”
“That’s all I’m wearing,” Tasha said as she came out of the stall. She washed her hands, opened up her purse, and pulled out a toothbrush and toothpaste. Jaz was watching her brush her teeth. Then she put on more perfume and lip gloss.
Jaz was standing there laughing and rubbing her stomach. “Looks like you’re getting into Trae.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Yup! What is he doing to you?”
“Talking shit and trying to have me all open.”
“I see. Are you through yet? Sounds like the show is getting ready to start. Did you tell Trae we said thanks?” She was holding the door open for Tasha, who was brushing her hair.
“I told him. I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you.”
Jaz smiled as Tash gave her a hug and zoomed out the bath-room.
“I thought I was going to have to come and get you.” Trae stood up as she slid into the booth.
“I ran into Jaz,” she said.
“They straight?”
“Yeah, she told me to tell you thanks for the tickets.” She snuggled up under him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“You know I won our bet, right?”
“What was that?”
“You heard me. Make you come within twenty-four hours. Remember that? It’s done, Tash.” She didn’t say anything. “I’m just asking for a chance. Can’t you at least give me that?” he asked, staring at her.
“A deal’s a deal,” she said, cutting her eyes at the stage. The show was about to start. The comedian Adele Givens was just finishing her routine. She had everybody laughing till it hurt except for Tasha and Trae. They were trying to connect.
Musiq Soulchild was up next. Trae lit a blunt, took a few drags then put it out. He noticed how quiet Tasha was. He looked at her and said, “I don’t know why you’re scared. Faheem done already threatened me. He said that if I don’t put you on top of the world he was going to put a cap in my ass. I told him that’s exactly what I was planning on doing. You heard me?”
“I heard you,” she said.
Musiq laid it down. The entire club was really feeling him. Everybody was all hugged up. The crowd gave him a standing ovation and was calling for an encore. Tash asked to be excused and headed for the ladies’ room again. The club was now well lit as the stage was being set up for Jill Scott.
As she headed back toward the booth, she noticed three females standing in front of Trae. She had no idea what this was all about. When she came up on them, she looked at them and at Trae, who proceeded to grab her by the waist, pulling her onto his lap.
“This is Monique and her crew. You know, the caller you re-fused to deliver my message to,” he reminded her.
Monique and Tasha looked each other up and down. Then Monique said to her friends, “C’mon y’all, that bitch ain’t nobody. She’s just the flavor of the month.”
“Bitch!” Tasha yelled.
“Who you callin’ a bitch? Ho!”
“Ah, shit,” Trae mumbled. Tash went to jump up, but Trae locked his arm around her waist. “Tash!” Trae hollered. “Fuck her! She ain’t nobody.”
Monique turned around and said, “Yeah I said it, bitch. You just the flavor of the month. You ain’t nobody.”
Tasha tried to get up again, but Trae wouldn’t let her.
“Bitch, you’re the fuckin’ nobody!” Tasha yelled. “You was the one calling and begging for him to take you to this show. Bitch, you wish you was me. It’s me who he brought to the show. It’s me who is sitting right here on his dick. I’m the bitch who answered the phone in his crib when you called and he put your dumb ass on speakerphone. So obviously you’re the nobody. If you was somebody you would have hung up on his ass.”
“Tasha!” Trae yelled. She ignored him.
“While you was sitting there on the damn speakerphone, who was he begging to spend the night? Me, ho! I’m Tasha, the same bitch that’s sitting right here on his dick, wearing a three-thousand dollar dress and a fuckin’ diamond on my tongue that he bought. My shoes cost more than all of y’all outfits put together. Who am I? Tasha, the bitch that you say is the flavor of the month. You need to take lessons from this ho, bitch, because it’s all about me. You better recognize. And on a final note I didn’t even give up no pussy.”
On that note, Trae spit out a mouthful of water he had just drunk. He loosened his grip, and Tasha jumped up. She tried to lunge at Monique, but Trae got behind her. He grabbed her by the waist, lifted her up into the air, and took her back to the booth.
“Let me go Trae !” she yelled, trying to break free.
“Yeah, let her go Trae,” screamed Monique.
“Get the fuck away from here!” he yelled at Monique. Spectators were standing around enjoying the action. “Trae let me go!” Tasha said through clenched teeth.
“Tash!” he said, putting his hand under her dress, “Did you forget that you ain’t got nothing on under this short-ass dress? It ain’t that serious, ma. Why you wildin’?”
“Why was she over here in your face Trae?”
“Trying to start some shit. Fuck her Tasha. She ain’t nobody. You sure is pissed the fuck off for somebody who ain’t feelin’ a nigga.”
“Take me home Trae. I’m ready to go.” Without letting her go, he reached over, grabbing her purse and his jacket. By this time security had already come over, just walking around and combing the area.
They walked to the front in silence. He gave the valet his ticket and waited for them to bring the Nav around. He lifted Tasha into the passenger seat before getting in on the driver’s side. She was looking out the window while Trae made calls on his cell phone. As soon as he set it down it rang again.
“What up?” he answered. “No shit! I’m on my way to the crib to change. Give me a couple of hours.” Then after a bit of silence he said, “I don’t give a fuck if it’s five in the morning. Have that nigga there when I get there!” Trae hung up the phone, then turned it off.
They hadn’t exchanged words during the entire ride to Trae’s apartment. As he drove around looking for a parking space, he told her he needed to change clothes before taking her home. He found a spot in the rear of the lot and got out to help her out of the car. When he opened the door, she just sat there.
“Are you getting out or what?” She didn’t answer. He reached over and turned her around to face him. He grabbed both of her legs and, wrapping them around his waist, put both of his hands on her butt and pulled her up close to him.
“I don’t know why you let that bullshit get you all worked up like this. Like you said, it’s all about you. So act like it,” he commanded while caressing her butt and squeezing it.
She remained with her arms folded across her chest and wasn’t saying anything. He started kissing her chin and took the kisses all the way down to her breasts. Not wanting to let her butt go, he used his teeth to slide the cut of the dress over her breasts to expose them. He felt her wrap her legs tighter around his back as he used his tongue ring to play with her nipples. When she began to breathe heavily, he laid her back across the seat, g
rabbed her legs and put her feet up on the seat. He leaned over and began sucking and kissing on the inside of her thighs. That made her skin tingle. She was now sighing and moaning as he ran his tongue ring up and down the inside of her inner lips. Then he started licking and sucking on her clit.
Tash was going crazy, but he stopped stimulating her clit as he went back to teasing all up and down her inner thighs. “Don’t stop Trae!” she begged, grabbing his head and pulling it back up toward her clit. He then slid his tongue ring over her clit, circling it over and over, then up and down the middle of the opening of her pussy.
“Oh, God!” she kept hollering. He zoned back in on her clit and she grabbed his head tighter, rotating her hips. He went back to kissing and sucking on her thighs.
“Trae!” she yelled, trying to pull his head up toward her pussy, “don’t stop. I was getting ready to cum.” She was trembling and biting down on her lip as Trae kept teasing her to make the or-gasm very intense. She was breathing hard and still had both hands on his head, even though she was trying to sit up.
“Trae baby, why’d you stop? Make me cum Trae,” she said, trying to push his head back down. He resisted and went back to using his tongue ring on her nipples, “Trae are you listening to me?”
He grabbed her butt and pulled her up close to him. She raked her nails lightly up and down his back while kissing him and playing with his lips and tongue. He was playing around in her wetness with his fingers. He pressed on her clit, making fast, circular motions. She was gyrating her hips, and was on the verge of exploding when he removed his hand and went back to suck-ing her nipples. She dug her nails deep into his back.
“Ahhh, damn, Tash,” he complained, “the nails, baby.”
“Then finish what you started. Make me cum.” She was moaning and shaking, but didn’t lift up the nails. He sunk his teeth in the flesh right above her breast. She shivered and let go of his back.
“Mmmm. You like it rough, huh?” Trae whispered in her ear. “Fuck me Trae,” she groaned. “Let’s fuck.”
“Ma, do I hear you begging?” He smiled and grabbed one of her legs, putting one leg up in the seat and the other around his waist as Tasha squeezed his dick, stroking it with both hands.
“That feels good ma,” he said, kissing on her neck. She leaned back so that he could put it in. In one stroke, he rammed it all the way in until it could go no further, pressing deep and just holding it in. They both remained still, just holding each other, savoring their first encounter.
“Trae baby, this feels so good. Promise me you’ll never leave me,” she said, holding him tighter.
“Baby, I’ll never leave you. I promise. I’ve waited a long time for you.” His knees were getting weak as he tried to avoid cumming.
“Damn, Tash, you feel so good,” he moaned. He held it in deep while she gyrated her hips, riding his dick until her legs went to shaking. She was calling his name over and over as she collapsed on the seat.
Just then a car came around. Trae waited for it to pass by be-fore pulling Tash up. He told her how good she felt and sucked on her lips and tongue until she became excited again.
“Turn around,” he told her. “I ain’t through.” He leaned her over and entered her from the back, lifting her up with each stroke. Tash’s legs were so weak he had to hold her up. Her en-tire body was trembling. He reached around to play with her clit while grinding even harder.
Her legs went to shaking extra hard as she came. Then when Trae started cumming hard and long he collapsed on top of her.
“God, that felt so good,” Tasha moaned.
“I can’t wait to be able to wake up every morning and hit this,” he whispered into her ear.
“Is that your plan?”
“Yes, it is,” he said, easing up off of her and fixing his clothes. He helped Tash up and out of the car, straightening her dress for her.
“We really did mess the dress up this time, baby,” he said as he opened the back door, got his jacket and put it on her. She smiled as she wiped around his mouth, telling him how good he handled his business. He closed both doors and headed for the building. They kissed during the entire elevator ride.
As soon as they got into his apartment, Tash kicked off her shoes. “Trae baby, I gotta take this dress off. I need something to throw on and I need to take a quick shower.”
He hollered from the pantry, “Look in the tall dresser and get a pair of sweats or shorts and a T-shirt.”
When he came in the bedroom to see if she found something to put on, she was pulling her dress over her head, revealing that beautiful, brown, naked body.
“Oh, shit!” Trae said, grabbing his dick. “Damn baby, do you realize this is the first time I’m seeing you naked?”
“No.”
“Well it is!” She noticed that he had a rag and a bottle in his hand. “What are you doing?”
He dropped the rag and bottle of leather cleaner on the floor and went over to her. “I was gonna clean out the car until I saw you standing in my bedroom naked. Come here.” She walked over to him, and he laid her down on the bed. “You came all over my seats,” he said, kissing her on the stomach.
“Where was I supposed to cum Trae?”
“Anywhere you want to Tasha. It’s all about you. And don’t ever forget that. You can come on my seats, my face, any fuckin’ where you want, ma.”
He was now kissing her thighs. “Trae baby, I thought you was supposed to be somewhere in an hour or two?” He ignored her as he fingered her and licked her clit.
“Baby, that feels good,” she moaned, gyrating her hips and arching her back. Shortly after, she was cumming again. Trae took off his clothes, climbed between her thighs, and penetrated her, grinding slowly.
“Baby, I can’t believe how good you feel. Can you cum for me one more time? One more time, baby, cum for daddy.” Her legs started shaking, she started hollering, and they both climaxed again.
Chapter 4
“Ladies, it is 12:15 a.m. Why are y’all callin’ me so late?” Roz asked. She was on three-way with Jaz, Angel, and Kyra.
“You got company?” That was smart-ass Jaz.
“No!”
“Well, talk to us, then,” Kyra said. “We’re being nosy. We heard that our girl is in love. Plus, Jaz said you let that nigga Trae hit it. Did you?”
Roz started laughing. “How do you know, Miss Jaz? Did I tell you that?”
“Stop playing Miss Tasha. You stayed out two nights in a row until dawn. I know y’all wasn’t holding hands,” Jaz said. “So tell us. How was he? Did he lay it down, or what?”
“Umm, most definitely!” Roz said, smiling and squeezing her pillow. “He made me lose any feelings I had left for Nikayah. And I don’t even feel guilty.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout!” Kyra hollered.
“When will I get to meet him?” Angel asked. “I’m sick of hearing about this mystery man.”
“He’s coming to my graduation. You’ll meet him then.” “Sounds like it’s on!” Kyra said.
“Most definitely. Hold on. Someone is trying to get through.” Roz clicked over. “Hello?”
“Tash, you up?”
“I’m up. Who is this?”
“It’s Trae. You know who it is.”
“I forgot your voice. I haven’t heard from you in three or four days,” she teased. “Thanks for the roses.”
“Come outside. I’m parked out front. And bring me a set of your house keys.”
“I’m in bed, Trae. Why can’t you come up?”
“You gotta come down and unlock the door. Just come out to the car. Throw a robe or somethin’ on,” he said before hanging up quickly. She clicked back over to her friends.
“Speak of the mystery man, ladies. I gotta go. See ya!” She hung up without waiting for a response.
She grabbed her robe, slippers, and a spare set of house keys from the kitchen. When she opened the front door, a brother with a NY baseball cap, jersey and some jeans was sit
ting on the porch.
“What’s up, Tasha? I’m Kay. Trae is in that Rover,” he said, pointing to his right. Just then the door on the passenger side to the burgundy-colored Range Rover opened up.
“What up, ma?” Trae grinned, motioning for her to come to him.
Kay stood up, pointed to his watch, and said, “Ten minutes, dawg.” Then he laughed and said quietly, “We got almost two hundred kilos of dope on us and this nigga got to stop and get some pussy.”
Trae ignored him, pulled Tash up into the Rover, and locked the door. No one could see them behind the tinted windows.
“Trae I can’t believe you have me out here practically naked,” she said, handing him the extra set of keys. “The gold one is for the front door and the red one is for my door.” He put them in his back pocket and pushed the button that slid the seat back.
“You cold?” he asked.
“I’m okay.”
He helped her straddle his lap. “You got on panties?” he asked, pulling up her negligee.
“No, I don’t. Oh, so this is a booty call?”
“Pretty much. We got about seven minutes.”
Trae smiled and unzipped his jeans. He lifted her up and then closed his eyes as he grabbed her butt and slid inside of her. She moaned in ecstasy as he held her still while he sucked her lips and tongue. “So much for foreplay, huh?” she moaned as she wiggled to get him to go deeper.
“I got you the next time ma.”
He reclined the seat back down as far as it could go and began getting his grind on. As he went in even deeper, Tasha shivered.
“Trae baby, right there, just like that.” Trae kept hitting her spot until her legs went to shaking as she came. Grabbing her butt, he then put the seat up a little, pushed her legs back and went in as deep as he could, hitting it until he exploded.
“Yo, Trae, let’s roll, man,” Kay hollered, knocking on the car door.
Trae ignored him. “Damn, you feel good,” he said, hugging and squeezing her. They kissed passionately as he enjoyed her wetness. “I gotta go, ma,” he said, sucking on her neck and slid-ing her off. He pulled down her negligee and fixed his clothes. Then he handed her two envelopes with money in them and opened the door to let her out. She kissed him on the lips and told him to be careful. He watched her go inside, then jumped in the front, and they sped off.
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