Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents)

by Cairo

  “Uh…uh…uh…mmmmph…”

  I don’t know how long we’re going at it—her sucking Prince off, me eating her out—before she stops sucking Prince’s dick, glancing over her shoulder. “Bang this shit, niggah…make my pussy scream…I wanna feel the dick…”

  I wanna push this dick back in her, give her what she wants. But I’m not. I won’t. Not yet. It’s been so long since I’ve actually fucked a femme chick or ran a train on one wit’ my boi, Prince, that I’m actually tryna savor the shit.

  Prince grabs her by the back of the head and face-fucks her. The harder Prince hits the back of her throat, the wetter her pussy gets. Prince fucks her throat in long, deep motions. Wet-Wet’s creamy lips coat my lips as my mouth moves over her pussy.

  Wet-Wet moans and grunts.

  “Yo, I think this bitch’s clit is in her throat, fam,” I say, in between her cheeks. “You hittin’ her throat ‘n’ her shit’s juicier than a muhfucka, yo.”

  “Oh, word? That shit’s nice ‘n’ wet, huh?”

  “No doubt.”

  Prince lets go of her head, placing her hands up on her narrow hips. “This what you want? Two big dick muhfuckas handlin’ ya holes, yo?”

  She grunts. Loud gargling sounds escape from the back of her throat as Prince punches her tonsils up. While Wet-Wet’s down on her knees sucking Prince’s dick and lapping around the base of the harness, I go back to eating her pussy and stroking my dick, patiently waiting to feel her pussy lips around my big dick again. But not until she begs for it, not ’til she’s weak with want, and can’t stand the torture of not having her snatch pounded by this dick.

  “Yo, I think she’s ready for another round of dick,” Prince says, pulling her dick outta Wet-Wet’s throat. “You want some more dick in that pussy?”

  She grunts. Bucks her hips. “Yessss, boo.”

  “Yo, fam,” Prince says, grinning. “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’, yo?”

  I raise a brow. “You tell me, yo.”

  “Let’s give it to this freak in both holes, yo.” She looks over at Wet-Wet ‘n’ asks her if she wants to get fucked in her ass ‘n’ pussy at the same time. Her eyes light up like she’s ’bout to win the door prize for freak of the week.

  “Oooh, yesssss. I love double-penetration. Thought you knew, boo.”

  Prince helps Wet-Wet up off her knees, then takes her by the hand and leads her over to the only sofa in the room. A red velvet joint that looks like it’s been fucked on ‘n’ nutted on by mad muhfuckas.

  I eye Prince as she grabs a white towel from off the table and places it down on the sofa. She sits, stretching her legs out and stroking her cock. “Yo, ma, get ya fine ass over here ‘n’ come sit up on this dick, yo.”

  Wet-Wet shakes ‘n’ gyrates her hips like she’s ’bout to perform up on stage. When she makes her way to the sofa, Prince pulls Wet-Wet onto her lap. I stroke my shit as Wet-Wet straddles her, placing one’a her lil-ass titties into Prince’s mouth. I keep my gaze locked on that fat, juicy ass as she lifts her hips, reaches in back of her ‘n’ guides Prince’s dick into her pussy. She sits all the way down on it, grinding her pussy in Prince’s lap. Prince grabs her hips ‘n’ starts thrusting her cock up into Wet-Wet’s guts.

  I watch as her pussy opens ‘n’ coats Prince’s dick wit’ each stroke. I lick my lips walking up behind her ‘n’ pulling open her ass. She glances over her shoulder. “Oooh, yes, put it in my ass, baby…give it to me good.”

  I stick a finger into her ass, then another, fingering her hole until it loosens before pressing the tip of my dick in. She gasps, pauses, leaning forward, then wrapping her arms around Prince’s neck. Prince waits for me to push my dick into Wet-Wet’s ass ‘n’ start fucking her before she starts fucking her pussy again. My pumping matches Prince’s thrusting. Wet-Wet groans, yells out ‘n’ arches her back. I watch as her ass ‘n’ pussy stretch open.

  “Goddamn, yo, this shit looks sexy as fuck,” I rasp, feeling a nut bubbling up inside of me. Wit’ each push into her deep, hot ass, I grunt. All you hear is squishing, slippery noises ‘n’ the slap-slap of skin against skin as Wet-Wet’s juices sputter outta her pussy. She screams. Prince ‘n’ I are sweating and grunting and pounding into Wet-Wet’s holes.

  “Oh, yesssss, give me the dick, muhfuckas…ohgodohgod…fuck my pussy…fuck my ass…mmmmm…yesssss…Shit, niggahs! Y’all fuckin’ me sooooo gooood…uhhhhh…ooooohhhh…I’m cuuuuuuuuummming…”

  Prince ‘n’ I bang her senseless, fucking her ass ‘n’ cunt raw. It doesn’t take long before we’re both nutting at the same time, our bodies shuddering. I keep grinding. Prince keeps thrusting.

  Four hunnid dollars later, Wet-Wet wobbles back out into the club and Prince ‘n’ I hit the exit door, popping mad shit ’bout how we bust that ho’s ass open.

  • • •

  Two weeks later. And once again, I’m sitting up in a club—at the bar—on the prowl for some straight pussy. Tonight, I’m at this spot, Sensations, in Maplewood. The club is packed. And I ain’t gonna front. There are some fine broads up in here, but most of ’em seemed booed up. And the others, from what I can see, are a buncha straight-up hood rats, like this thick, creamy, brown-skinned chick who sashayed her hips up in my face, sticking her bouncy titties out for me to peep. She’s rocking a pink cat suit that’s hugging every curve of her body and showing the print of her fat pussy lips. Real shit, she’s a walking campaign for a yeast infection. No thanks. Not interested.

  Besides, she’s rocking a mouthful of gold. Where they do that at? This chick is all kinds of wrong. But I ain’t gonna stunt on this hood booga’s body. She’s serving up a nice set of titties, a small waist, and ass for days. Still, there’s something in her round brown eyes that spells crazy.

  “Hey, boo,” she slurs, swiping the bang of her pink bob weave across her forehead. “You fine as hell, niggah.” She runs a finger over my bicep. “You need to let me take you home and fuck you down into my mattress. Give you some’a this good pussy.”

  I peep a few chicks in earshot laughing. “Dietra, girl,” one of the chicks says, glancing at me. “I see you at it again, boo.”

  “Gurrrrrrrl,” Pinky Ghetto says over the music. “You know I stay on dick patrol. Ain’t no shame in my game. And this muthafucka right here”—she shoots me a look—“can get it. Get it real good.” She starts thrusting her hips, then slapping her ass. And of course them broads ‘n’ a few niggahs cheer her on.

  Bitch, please! If you don’t take ya drunk, ho ass on somewhere and have a seat. Ain’t no way I’ma ever stick my dick in a broad rocking gold fronts. I grin. “Yo, you wildin’, ma. But, nah. I’m good, yo.”

  “Uh-huh, I bet you are. You look like you got mad skills. I bet you fuck real good, boo. Let me test ride that dick and see just how good you are.”

  I laugh, shaking my head. “Nah, ma. Maybe some other time.”

  “Then how ’bout you buy me a drank?” She wobbles in her wedge heels a bit, grabbing my arm for support.

  “Yo, real shit. Looks like the thing you need is some water.”

  She throws a hand up on her hip, then starts snapping. “Muthafucka, you don’t tell me what I need. Who the fuck is you, telling me I need to drank some water? Niggah, fuck you. I’ll buy my own goddamn drank. Cheap fuck.”

  Shit! Fuck! That’s what the hell I get for coming up in the hood. I put my hands up and step back. “Yo, ma. Real shit. I ain’t tryna beef wit’ you, yo.”

  “Well, niggah, too bad.”

  “Dietra, gurrrrl,” one of her lil cheerleaders says, grabbing her arm. “Let this niggah live, gurrrl. Can’t you see he ain’t from around here?”

  She glares at me and grunts. “Mmmph. You right, gurrrrl. Fuck him. He prolly gotta little-ass dick anyway.” I take a deep sigh when she lets her girl drag her away. Something tells me I should bounce, but for some reason I stay instead of listening to my gut. I want some pussy. And I know that there’s at least one horny chick in here willing to let
me get up in between her hips.

  But after almost two hours sitting at the bar, I’m almost ready to concede defeat when I finally manage to snatch up this lil dark chocolate thing-thing. She’s about five-five ‘n’ thick in all the right places. And based on our conversation—after she’s tossed back three Incredible Hulks, she’s a freak looking to get freaked.

  “Yo, ma,” I say over the bar chatter and loud music, “how ’bout we go outside ‘n’ chill in my whip?”

  She grins, showing off her straight, white teeth. I can’t remember what the fuck her name is, but it don’t matter. After I hit it, it’s a wrap any-damn-way. “Why, you tryna get your dick sucked or something?”

  I laugh. “Nah, I’m tryna eat that pussy real quick.” I grab my crotch. “Then slide this hard-ass dick up in you, that’s if you wit’ it. So what’s good?”

  She bats her mink lashes. “Hopefully, all that good shit you talking.”

  I grin. “Only one way to find out. You ready?” She tells me to give her a minute so she can use the bathroom, then tell her girls she’s gonna be outside. I see her when she steps outta the bathroom, then walks over to a group of girls. She says something to a thin, light-skinned chick, points over in my direction. They all look over at me, then say something to her. She laughs, then walks off. I bob my head to the music as she makes her way back over to me.

  “Okay, I’m ready.”

  “Cool.”

  “But I told my girls if I’m not back in ten minutes to call the police.”

  I laugh. “Damn. You shoulda tol’ ’em at least twenty.”

  She laughs with me. “Boo, please. All it’s gonna take is ten minutes for me to have you nuttin’ on ya’self.”

  “Oh word? It’s like that?”

  “I can show you better than I can tell you. You’ll find out soon enough.”

  I lick my lips in anticipation. Then as we’re heading toward the door, someone cuts in front of me, looping an arm through mine. My mouth drops open. It’s Alicia. She looks over at Dark Chocolate. “Sorry, boo, he’s with me.” She tilts her head, ready for it to turn up.

  Dark Chocolate looks from me to her, then back at me. She frowns. “Oh, no thank you, boo-boo. I don’t know what kinda games you got going on, but I’m not the one.” I watch as she storms off, popping shit about niggahs being on their bullshit.

  I blink, bringing my attention to Alicia. “Damn, why you do that, yo?”

  She smirks, brushing a strand of blonde weave outta her face. She’s wearing a short faded jean skirt with a yellow low-cut blouse. I ain’t gonna front, yo. She’s lookin’ mad sexy in her lil wears. “Umm, hello to you, too.” I glance down at her smooth, bare legs, then down at her yellow painted toes peeking outta a pair of strappy sandals before looking back up at her. I can see it in her eyes. She’s lit up.

  “Yo, when’d you get here?”

  She stumbles back a bit, placing a hand up on her hip. Seems like every broad up this bitch tonight is boozed up. “I’ve been here. And I saw when”—she points a finger at me—“you walked your slick ass up in here.”

  I frown.

  “Yeah, niggah. I’ve been watching you all night, sitting ya fine ass up at the bar. Got all these bitches all up in your face ‘n’ shit. And I know you ain’t hardly think I was gonna let you walk up outta here with some other bitch so you can play her like you tried to play me. Ohhh, noooo, niggah. Not tonight.”

  I can tell she’s about to really get shit poppin’ real quick if I don’t spin off on her drunk-ass. “Yo, ma, you tripppin’. But I ain’t ’bout to stand here ‘n’ beef wit’ you. I’m out.” I brush past her, heading toward the exit. But her ass is right behind me still poppin’ shit. And I’m like, “What the fuck?!” But I don’t snap on her ass ’cause I really don’t know who she’s hear wit’ or what the fuck she’s all aggie about. I mean, a’ight, so I gave her a number to one’a my dead pre-paid joints. Big deal. I don’t know her. She don’t know me. And it ain’t like I owe her shit.

  I stop in my tracks and turn to her. “Yo, what the fuck is your problem? Why are you tryna be all up on my neck, yo?”

  “I’m on your neck because you and me have some unfinished business, that’s why, niggah. And if you wanna see me turn it up out here tonight, keep walking and see what I do.”

  Some niggah she must be cool wit’ walks up on us, shooting me a look. “Yo, you good, baby?” He gives her a hug ‘n’ kiss on the cheek while eyeing me all reckless ‘n’ shit.

  Alicia narrows her eyes at me, then looks up at dude. “Hey, Roy. Yeah, we good. Ain’t that right, Reggie?”

  I eye dude. He’s about six-feet-something, and every bit of two-hundred-thirty-plus pounds. The niggah’s arms are like tree trunks. Ain’t no way I’m tryna rock wit’ this niggah. Two of his boys are posted up in back of him. And it’s just me out this bitch, so ain’t no way I’m tryna get caught up in no drama, feel me? I shoot Alicia a look, clearing my throat. “Yeah, no doubt. We good.”

  She smirks. “Just what I thought.” Dude says something in her ear. And she giggles. “Niggah, you stupid.” He laughs. She playfully swats his arm. “You know how I do, boo. I gets hood when I have to.”

  Dude cuts his eyes back over at me. “Oh, I know how you do it, baby. And you know I got ya back, ya heard?” He raises a brow, then steps off wit’ his boys in tow. I keep my cool, but inside I’m relieved that them niggahs ain’t jump into their capes ‘n’ try’n play Captain Save A Trick.

  I sigh. “A’ight. You got my attention. Obviously there’s something you wanna get off ya chest. So what it is?”

  “Let’s go to your truck. What I have to say to you I don’t wanna say it out here. I don’t want everyone all in our business.”

  I blink. Bitch, you was already about to let shit get live out here. Now you wanna be worried ’bout muhfuckas in our business. We ain’t got no business. But, whatever! As long as her ass ain’t tryna turn it up, I’m good.

  “You are a real fucked-up individual for how you did me, niggah. But, it’s all good. I got something for your black ass, niggah.”

  I suck my teeth, stepping off. Here we go wit’ this shit. She follows behind me. And the whole time she’s walking up on the heels of my Timbs she’s saying shit like, “Yeah, niggah, you did that. You played the shit outta me real good…But I got something for you, niggah…You think you can come up in my hood and play me? Oh nooo, boo-boo. You fucked the wrong one, hun.”

  I let the bitch keep talking. But I’m kicking myself for getting caught up in some dumb shit. I knew I shoulda never came up in this spot. I shoulda took my ass over to the city like I was gonna do from the rip.

  “I feel like punching you in the back of your head, niggah.”

  I shoot her a look. “Yo, go ’head wit’ that.” I shoulda knew her ass was ratchet. When we get to my whip, I disarm the alarm. She opens the back passenger door and climbs in.

  I frown. “Yo, why you sitting back there?”

  “I don’t wanna sit in the front. And I don’t want you sitting up there either.” A part of me is thinking I should snatch her out by her hair and throw her onto the ground, then back up over her ass and peel off. But I shake the idea from my head. I open the other backseat door and get in.

  “A’ight, yo,” I say, shutting the door and looking at her. “You got me. Now what you gotta say to me?”

  She shifts her body toward me, staring me down. “Do you even remember my name?”

  I give her a screw-face. “C’mon, yo. I know you ain’t almost get me caught up in some dumb shit wit’ ya peeps ’cause you wanna play the name game. Yeah, I remember ya name. So what’s really good?”

  “Answer the damn question. Do you remember who I am or not?”

  “I already tol’ you. Yeah, I know who you are, Alicia. I met you at that spot in Paterson.”

  She grins seemingly satisfied that at least I know who she is. “Yeah, and we fucked right here…in this truck, niggah.”

  “
Sooooo, what? Now you wanna refund or some shit ’cause I didn’t fuck you good enough?”

  “Oh, you got jokes, huh?”

  “Nah. I’m sayin’, yo. What’s good? I mean, damn. You comin’ at me all kinda sideways and I ain’t diggin’ it, yo.”

  She huffs. “Whatever. And I didn’t dig how you played me, either. Why you give me that bullshit-ass number, huh, Reggie? If you wasn’t beat to stay in touch you shoulda just said that shit instead of giving me some wrong number. Who does that shit? This is two-thousand-thirteen, niggah. Be real with your shit. I’ma grown-ass woman, okay. Don’t think I fucked you because I was drunk and didn’t know what I was doing. I knew exactly what I was doing when I let you run your fingers all up in my pussy at the bar. And I knew exactly what I was doing when I walked out-side with you. I fucked you because I wanted to. And I remember everything—and I do mean everything—about that night.”

  I glance at my watch. It’s almost midnight. “Okay, so what is it you tryna say, ma? It’s getting late ‘n’ I ain’t really beat to be out here all night playing games wit’ you, yo.”

  “Niggah, I ain’t playing games. The only one who seems to like to play games is you, niggah.”

  I take a deep breath. I feel myself about ready to snap on this broad. “Look. It’s obvious you pissed ’bout something, so say it so we can move on. I’m ready to—”

  She catches me off-guard, pulling me into her by the back of my neck and pressing her lips against mine. Next thing I know, she’s straddling me. And we’re going at it. Our tongues are flicking against the others. She’s biting on my bottom lip. I’m biting on hers. She grinds into me. And we go at it hard for what seems like forever, until she pulls back and says, “Ever since that night you fucked me outside in your truck, I’ve been thinking about you,” she says breathlessly. “About this. About what I would do or say to you if or when I saw you again. I wanna slap the shit outta you, niggah.”

  I jerk my head back, staring at her. “Yo, you buggin’ for real for real. Why you keep comin’ at me all sideways ‘n’ shit?”