by Zaire Crown
He hastily untied her bikini top, and after kissing on her neck, he took a moment to admire her breasts. Resting atop perfect C-cup mounds were perky nipples with silver dollar–sized areolas the color of caramel. He devoured one, then the other. Marcus took his time with them and Tuesday moaned with delight but it made her laugh out loud when he tickled them with his tongue.
When he began to kiss a pathway down her stomach Tuesday was pulling off her bottoms before he even reached her navel. She understood that he was trying to be sensual but she was way too hot for the slow romantic shit. She wanted to get ate out then fucked hard. Marcus was headed in the right direction, he just took his time getting there. He licked and nibbled on her inner thighs for a while, and by the time he made his way to her pretty shaved pussy, Tuesday’s lips were swollen from anticipation.
The second his tongue made contact with her clit, Tuesday shuddered like she’d been zapped with a Taser. He teased it then sucked on it, causing her to moan his name. Marcus definitely knew what he was doing, but it was her celibacy more than his skill that made her cum so fast. Just three minutes in she was gripping the back of his bald head and squirting like a drinking fountain.
Tuesday knew she owed him some head and intended to repay him one day, but was so horny right then it made her selfish. She was starving for his dick. So after he hurried to put on the rubber he pulled from the pocket of his discarded shorts, she pulled Marcus back on top of her and grabbed his piece to help guide him inside her.
Tuesday had been playing with her sex toys but hadn’t been really fucked in close to a year—she didn’t count run-ins with Dresden because his shit was so little and they never lasted more than a few minutes. Being out of action had made her tighter than she realized. It took some time for Marcus to work the head in, but once he did, her incredible wetness practically sucked him in the rest of the way. She gasped. It had been so long since Tuesday had a big dick that she dug her nails into his shoulder and bit down on her bottom lip.
The ocean made the boat rock with a relaxing motion and he soon found the stroke to match that rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her hips in sync with his thrusts. She rubbed his back and the powerful arms he used to suspend himself over her; to feel the contraction of his muscles excited her.
What Tuesday didn’t realize was that it had been a while for Marcus too and he was feeling the effects. Her pussy was so tight and wet that it made a slurping sound each time he stroked it; that along with the pleasure and pain-filled whines she let out was driving him crazy. He reached beneath her to grab that ass while whispering in her ear how soft it was. This made Tuesday cum again, and it took every bit of his concentration to fight back his own nut. Marcus didn’t want to spoil the mood by busting too soon.
Tuesday didn’t think that he had a bad stroke but the missionary position had played out for her back in middle school. She climbed on top and rode him like a porn star. Years of being an exotic dancer gave her a rhythm and coordination that many girls lacked. She rolled her hips in slow circles and used her muscle control for maximum effect. Soon she had him breathing heavy and moaning “Tabitha” in ecstasy.
Since they met, Tuesday had been ready for him so many times and thought that getting it on in the back of the Phantom would have been perfect, then thought the same thing about the beach yesterday, and the villa last night surrounded by candles, but none of those places compared to this. It was the setting as much as the sex that drove her: naked on the front of a long powerboat with nothing but the azure sky above and surrounded by crystal clear turquoise water. She was now glad they waited.
There was also something raw and primal about fucking outdoors. It was a throwback to some pre-evolutionary part of our savage ancestry. It was wild and uncivilized. It was also taboo, which heightened the appeal. As Tuesday went buck on top of him, she felt like a high priestess engaged in some sex ritual designed to appease the pagan gods.
Tuesday rode him forever; but what seemed like eternity was much closer to two and a half hours. She had switched positions from forward to reverse cowgirl and was popping her pussy like she was eighteen years old again back on stage at The Bounce. The time had been filled with bunches of orgasms for her, and Marcus’s body held the proof as he was soaked from his navel to his knees along with the quilt under him.
Finally Tuesday climbed off of him then got on her elbows and knees with her butt in the air. With the day starting to wane, she could think of no better way to cap if off than him pounding her from the back as they looked out on the sunset.
“I hope you know how to ride a donkey.” She smiled then playfully smacked herself on the ass.
“Like a muthafuckin’ champ!” he said, eagerly positioning himself behind her.
The solar orb started its descent, changing from yellow to various shades of red. The reflection it cast off the water made it look as if the sea was covered with sparkling rubies and painted the sky in iridescent colors.
Tuesday had never seen anything so breathtaking but her limited vocabulary lacked the words to articulate the beauty or how humbled she was by it. These were thoughts best expressed by accomplished poets.
Marcus was more mesmerized by the view of Tuesday from behind than the one nature provided. His eyes never strayed from watching those rounded cheeks bounce against his pelvis with a loud clap. He held on to her tiny waist, pumping furiously, and the faster he went, the wetter she got, which in turn only made him want to go faster. He grabbed a fistful of her weave and began spanking her so hard that it made Tuesday’s high-yellow ass turn bright pink.
He tried to hold back until the sun went completely down but couldn’t last; Tuesday was too tight, too hot and wet, and the way she was throwing that pussy back at him was more than he could take. He exploded while a quarter of the sun was still peeking above the horizon. Marcus came so hard that his entire body shook from the force of it and Tuesday worked her muscles to make sure she milked him for every drop.
Tuesday slid down onto her stomach and he covered her like a blanket. He was too exhausted to pull out and she didn’t want him to. So for a while they just lay there silent and satiated.
They drifted off to sleep. Afloat on the Caribbean. An entwined mass of flesh. Watched only by God.
Chapter Sixteen
Late that night the two of them left the resort and flew out of the Virgin Islands aboard the G-650. They had to pick up Danielle from his father’s house before heading home. Tuesday was finally able to join the Mile High Club because en route to LAX, she pulled him to the back room and got it in once more before they landed.
After retrieving Danielle, the two hours they spent in Los Angeles was uneventful other than a quick lunch at the Beverly Palms. From there it was right back to the airport to leave the land of sunshine and movie stars.
For Tuesday, seeing the city again was like coming down from an incredible high. Flying into Metro Airport made Detroit a real place again, and all her problems returned with the sight of the Renaissance building and other Motown landmarks. The fantasy was over and reality was harsh as the chilly wind she’d become unaccustomed to in just those two days spent in the warm Caribbean.
Conversation was light on the drive back to her fake apartment at Town Square. A jet-lagged Danielle slept and they didn’t talk about much beyond the weather. It bordered on awkward how they both tried to avoid the unspoken question on both of their minds: Where does this relationship go from here?
He walked Tuesday to the door of her building and there was a moment when they both seemed to want to say something more but neither of them did. There was just a quick kiss from Marcus and a promise that he would call soon before he smashed off in the Audi. Tuesday only waited five minutes then left behind him in the Honda.
Tuesday got Tushie on the phone and was telling her about the incredible weekend even before she reached her condo. All her girl could repeat was “Bitch, iz you serious!” as Tuesday described the plushed-out jet, h
is father’s Beverly Hills mansion, the private villa they shared on Peter Island, and the beautiful blue of the Caribbean Sea as she got fucked on the front of a speedboat.
Upon agreeing that he was not Sebastian Caine, Tushie asked the same question as to why was he living so low-key when his family obviously had crazy money, and Tuesday still had no plausible answer.
There was no easy answer for what the crew’s next move should be either. On top of owing Face a shitload of paper, Tuesday had lost her car and hyped the girls up with promises of a million-dollar lick that wasn’t going to happen. Making matters worse was the fact that her personal bank was just about gone and it didn’t help that she chose to keep The Bounce closed over the last few days to let the shooting incident die down.
Tuesday got home and did some deep thinking while she cleaned her condo.
For all she knew, the mission was over and the only thing left to do was break the disappointing news to everybody who had been expecting a payday. The team would be pissed and would take no consolation in that she had a fabulous weekend with Marcus in the Virgin Islands; but beyond bitter feelings from Brianna and Baby Doll, life would go on, and after hitting a few more licks, they would put it all behind them.
As usual, Dresden would be suspicious, assuming that the lick had went down and Tuesday was just trying to fuck him out his share. At worse she’ll get slapped up again but nothing too rough, then he’d come back trying to kiss her ass when he learned from his fed friends that they had made a mistake. Then their relationship would go right back to the status quo: an endless cycle of rape and regret.
Face, on the other hand, would not be so easy to deal with. While she did go back a few years with the gun dealer, Tuesday couldn’t be sure that he would not kill her about his money. The best she could do is offer to pay him off in installments until they were even—which meant she would most likely be seventy years old still trying to reel in marks. As a last resort she could give him her share of the club, which was the only thing left that she still owned.
Once she was satisfied that her place was spotless, Tuesday spent some quality time with Nicholas, who she had basically left to fend for himself while she was gone. Even though the feline still had food in his dish, Tuesday fed him a can of tuna then allowed him to curl up on her lap while she stroked his thick, white fur.
With all the other problems she faced, Tuesday couldn’t stop thinking about Marcus. She had been fucked plenty of times in the twelve years since A.D. left, but this was the first time that it felt like more than just sex. During that period she’d been with a few niggas who could really put it down, but with them it still just felt like exercise—a purely physical act. Maybe it was the conversation before when she shed her pain or just the way he touched her; however, it was the first time since A.D. that sex had been intensified by a level of intimacy. They had connected emotionally. At least that’s how it seemed to her, but of course, she couldn’t speak for him.
Tuesday thought back to what Tushie had explained about needing something real. Marcus was handsome, rich, and could fuck pretty good too, but outside of all that, Tuesday thought he was good people and could see having something real with him. If the mission was over and she wasn’t looking at him as a mark anymore, did that mean it was okay to pursue him?
The problem was that Tuesday knew she would never be able to establish something real that was founded on a lie. This meant that she would have to tell Marcus who she really was, and this meant having to explain why she lied in the first place.
As bad as she wanted to warn him about the indictment, that would also mean having to explain how she came by that information. She would have to break down who Dresden was and why she got on to him from the jump. Explaining that she’d manipulated her way into his life with plans to rob and kill him would be an awkward conversation. On the chance that he was big enough to respect her honesty, she didn’t see any way that he could trust her after that.
Even when you sleep along the way, traveling has a way of exhausting a person. This was why after taking a quick shower, Tuesday climbed into bed and prepared to end her day even though it was hardly six thirty in the evening. With the curtains drawn to keep out the sun and Nicholas purring at her side, she was asleep within minutes.
But sometime between toweling off and dozing off, Tuesday had decided that she was going to tell Marcus everything. She had to give him a heads-up about this fed situation, even if it meant that he wouldn’t want anything to do with her after that.
The next morning Tuesday placed calls to all the girls to have them meet her at The Bounce. None outside of Tushie knew about her weekend getaway or what the meeting was about. Tuesday arrived around nine a.m. and the others trickled in over the next half hour. The club was still closed in the wake of Tank’s death so they didn’t need to crowd into Tuesday’s office for privacy.
The ladies seated themselves at the tables fronting the stage while Tuesday perched on the edge of it. She looked over the faces of her team, already knowing what needed to be said and how they would respond to it, just unsure of how she would say it to them.
After taking a breath, she started. “I don’t know if Tush told y’all or not, but I just spent the weekend with dude and I learned some shit that seriously fucks up our whole play.”
“What happened?” Jaye was the only one who answered vocally. Brianna and Baby Doll just smacked their lips and made faces to show how they felt.
“I got fed some more bad info from my inside guy. The mark’s name really is Marcus King and he got a rich daddy out in Beverly Hills. He ain’t Sebastian Caine. He ain’t even fuckin’ with the game!”
Brianna couldn’t wait to get on her. “I knew it! I knew this was gone be some bullshit! I said from the start that I didn’t want nothin’ to do with this if it came from the same nigga who put us up on Fatboy.”
She looked around to the others. “Y’all stupid bitches let her gas y’all up talkin’ ’bout a seven-figure lick! I ain’t believe that shit for one second.”
Tuesday just sat back and took the heat. She could’ve pointed out that Brianna was right with the others bragging about Ferraris and Bentleys she was going to drop after they hit the lick but Tuesday didn’t put her on blast by reminding them that she had drank the Kool-Aid too.
“Look, I know I got everybody hyped up,” she apologized. “I was hyped up too! I would’ve bet the house on this being the lick that put us on, but I was wrong.”
Brianna snapped, “Bitch, you bet my car on it!”
“I bet mine too, Bree, and a whole lot of money,” she said, maintaining a calm voice. “I fucked up. I met this nigga’s father, I saw where he grew up. He don’t sell dope, he on some corporate white-collar shit.”
“So whut we gone do now?” Tushie asked, hoping her girl had put together a backup plan since talking to her yesterday.
“I don’t know.” Tuesday threw up her hands in defeat and the girls looked confused because for them it was the first time that the boss bitch had no answer.
Baby Doll said, “I just can’t believe we wasted all this time and energy for nothin’!”
Brianna stood up to let everyone know that she wanted the floor. “If this nigga got all this money, then why we not gone still try to get at it? You said the nigga paid!”
“But he not a dope boy,” said Tuesday. “It ain’t no safe loaded down with bundles of cash and bricks. His money in the bank. This nigga own stock and shit!”
“If his money in the bank, then we make that nigga go get it!”
Tuesday shook her head. “Bree, you know the rules. We only hit those who can’t report the losses. Dirty money is good money.”
Brianna erupted in frustration. “You and all these damn rules is what’s holding us up! We stick niggas, stop frontin’ like we doing something positive! Fuck if a nigga sell dope or real estate, if he got money I say we get his ass!”
Because Tuesday felt guilty about the lick going sour, she’d give
n Brianna a little bit of rope, but the girl had quickly used that to fasten a noose. She had lost all patience.
“Dumb bitch, niggas who earn they money legally can call the police and the police will start to investigate. How long do you think it would take them to connect the dots back to us?
“You see, if it wasn’t for all these rules you keep complaining about, you’d already be dead or spending the next twenty years upstate gettin’ ate by a muscled-up butch bitch wit a mohawk.”
Brianna stood in front of Tuesday addressing Baby Doll, Jaye, and Tushie. “Now goin’ in we were s’posed to murk this nigga and walk away with enough money for all of us to be straight. That was what she said,” jerking a thumb back at Tuesday. “She done found out the nigga got millions on top of millions but now she don’t wanna do nothin’ because he didn’t get it from the game. That don’t make sense to me when we can still come out this shit right. I thank it’s something else going on here!”
Tuesday snatched her around so they were facing each other. “First off, don’t talk about me like I ain’t standing here. But if you’re gonna do it, be woman enough to speak yo mind and stop dropping hints!”
“All right, I’ll say it!” Brianna yanked away from her grasp. “I don’t know what happened on y’all li’l weekend, but I think you done caught feelings for this nigga.”
Tuesday frowned at her. “Bitch, please!”
Brianna wouldn’t back off. “Either you done caught feelings or you still on game and just trying to cut us out.”
Tuesday pretended to be confused even though she had a good idea of what she meant. “Bitch, what the fuck you talking about?”
Tushie didn’t understand. She rang in, “Yeah, cuz you ain’t makin’ no sense to me eitha!”
“Think about it,” Brianna explained back to Tushie. “She find out his people got money up the ass, why hit him for a piece of change she gotta split with us when she can Boo up with the nigga and have a crack at everything? If she get a baby out the nigga, she set for life. Better yet, if she trick him down the aisle with no prenup, she all the way on! This bitch parlaying out in Beverly Hills, flying around the world on private jets while we stuck in the hood still living hand to mouth.”