Between the Sheets (9781476775807) (26 page)

“I'm the one he's sneaking text messages and phone calls to. I'm the one he can't get enough of. Not you, hon. So for all those miserable-ass broads sitting at home, or riding around tryna find where their man's getting his creep on at, get yo' life, dumb-ass. I'm happy with playing the sideline while you play wifey or the mainline chick. Ha! The real fools in the room are you, clown-ass hoes. I get to fuc—
bleep
your man, run his wallet, then send him home to ya stressed-out ass. I don't wanna keep
him
, boo-boo. You do. Truth be told, I feel sorry for you.”

Click.

“Damn, yo. She just hit us, straight like that. Raw ‘n' hard.”

The next four callers go off on the women who get down with playing the sidepiece, calling them all types of snake-bitches, whores, home wreckers, etc.

“Daaaamn,” I say, feeling a headache creeping up in the center of my forehead. “Y'all goin' in on the side chicks like they're really ya problem. Like one caller already stated, she's
not
your problem. Ya man is. And, real shit. I gotta agree. But know this, if you rockin' with a mofo who creeps, you are not the cause. He or she makes a conscious choice to step outta the relationship to get it in with someone else, whether it's a one-time stick ‘n' move, a weekend fling, or some ongoing affair, it's purposeful, my peeps. And that's real shit.

“But, yo, hold up. Don't get it twisted. Broads are real grimy, too. They cheat just as much as the fellas do. The only difference is, chicks real sweet with how they get it in. Ya heard. Bottom line…the only home wrecker in the room is the one who steps outta their drawz to get it in with someone else without consent from their mate. And for you dumbo broads putting in applications for all those vacant sidepiece spots, don't feel the least bit guilty for gettin' ya swerve on. Do you. But don't be messy with ya shit. Don't disrespect a mofo's situation just because he is. Stay in ya lane. Play ya position. Respect the game. You have ya reasons for doing what you do just like the chick who stays taking her man back or frontin' like she doesn't know what time it is, does.

“My advice to everyone else who ain't beat for all the extras that come with creepin' is this: Keep them freak flags flying. High. Keep shit spicy in them sheets. Keep them lines of communication open. Keep ya sexy on. And, yeah, fellas, you need to keep ya situations tight, too. Give ya women something to look forward to. Give 'em a reason to want to jump up ‘n' down on ya bone without you having to ask for it. Stimulate her mind. Seduce her. That is all I'ma say on that. Get at me on Twitter or Instagram. Thanks for tuning into another bangin' segment of 93.3's
Creepin' ‘n' Freakin' After Dark.
It's been real. Until the next time…keep it sexy, keep it wet…always keep it ready. I'm out.”

Marika

Hot breath.

Slick tongue.

I spread my quivering thighs wider, opening my sweet pussy to Nairobia's gaze. She traces a finger along my delicate folds, opening me wider, taking in my cum-and-spit slick cunt. Heat spreads like wildfire through my veins as she groans into my wet, tingling flesh. “Aah, mmmm…so delicious. So pretty.”

She licks, softly at first, swiping the entire pad of her wicked tongue over my slit and up my clit, swirling around the velvety pink nub. It swells and throbs as she delicately pulls it between her teeth with a light sucking motion.

I fight to catch my breath as Nairobia lovingly caresses my clit, then sucks and licks my pussy lips. Nibbling. Kissing. Licking. Laving. Nairobia's tongue scorches over my sex as she circles my clit, then plunges inside of me.

I gasp. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes…Mmmm, yessss…tongue my pussy. Yes.”

She stops licking and starts sucking, alternating quick up-and-down strokes with darting and dipping, fucking into me.

I am beside myself.

Crazy with want.

Crazy with need.

Crazy with desire.

Nairobia takes my pussy with an open-mouthed kiss, purring, “Give me your sweet juices.”

I welcome her tongue with a deep moan, knowing she's pulling another orgasm from me. I am almost there. She spears me with her tongue in anticipation.

Yes, God!

My body purrs.

Nairobia raises her face, licks her lips and smiles softly. “My mouth waters to suck more of your sweet juices. My own cunt drips for you.”

I gaze down at her through lusty slits. And then she disappears, both her hands on my thighs, parting them wide as her warm tongue feathers across my clit, sending chills along my spine. She whispers something I am unable to decipher in her native tongue that sends me teetering on the brink of climax.

“Mm-hmm…oooh,” I whimper, losing myself in the sensations flowing through me. “Yes, yes, yessssss…”

Nairobia whispers, her hot breath against my cunt, “Precious pussy.”

My ass lifts slightly up off the bed and Nairobia cups and squeezes it, hungrily feasting on my flowing honey. Sweet and thick and heated.

Marsha Ambrosius' “Tears” plays. Nairobia hums the tune into my cunt, her curling tongue-tricks causing me to claw at the sheets.

Oh, how I love coming in a woman's loving mouth, on her sensual tongue, over her sumptuous lips. If I could, if I were to, ever fall in love with a woman, Nairobia would be the type of woman to capture my heart. Sensual and raw and rough. Feminine, bold, and deliciously aggressive.

I close my eyes and get lost in the wet, smacking sounds of her mouth. Get lost in the wetness of my dripping cunt.

“Oooh, yes,” I whisper.

My nipples tighten as she licks over my sweet pussy again. I grow wetter over her tongue, bathing her in sensual heat.

My breaths come quickly as I glance over at Marcel. Behold his bare chest, packed with rigid slabs of muscle. His flat stomach muscles ripple as he takes in the view. His veined length bobs and pulses as a bead of nectar clings to the head of his dick, glistening in the glow of candlelight.

Marcel leans forward and extends his tongue and licks his precum.

My mouth opens, drools, for a little taste of him.

He watches.

He touches himself.

His nipples.

His balls.

His cock.

My nipples pucker tighter. Ache to be sucked. Long to be pinched.

“Spread your thighs wider,” Nairobia commands, rising above me, then positioning herself between them. Her eyes flash with excitement.

I blink up at her. Cupping my breasts from the bottom, she nearly circles them with her soft hands. Avoiding my nipples, she lightly kneads them, then tightens her grip on my breasts and my skin heats as they begin to swell.

“Mmm…oooh…lick 'em,” I beg.

Nairobia lowers her head; her mouth barely touching my skin, her breath laps over the sensitive tips, causing me to arch to her, begging and panting, as she slides her hot creamy sex over my mine; silky smooth, sensual skin pooling in juices.

Sweet heaven.

She nips her way up my neck to my ear, then kisses a line down my jaw, then back to my ear. She nibbles softly at my lobe and then sucks it into her lush mouth. Her body against mine, she has my pussy and ass on fire; every inch of my flesh inflamed.

God how I love the touch of a woman.

Pleasure rips through me and I fight back a scream.

Clit to clit, I arch into the flames as Liv Warfield sings about her soul lifting to a higher place. Nairobia grinds into me, her wet cunt dissolving into mine, melting like liquid silk. Smooth and warm.

It's a sweet torture.

Excruciating arousal.

Rapture.

The sheets beneath me are soaked. Soaked by need. Soaked by want. Soaked by unbridled hunger and passion.

I let out a moan. Glide my hands down Nairobia's back as she kisses me, stroking her tongue deeply over mine, allowing me to taste my sticky juices, to savor the sweet musk clinging on her tongue, drenched on her lips.

Mouthwatering cunt.

Hot and juicy.

And on fire.

Grinding and bucking.

“Yeah, that's right,” Marcel says huskily. “Grind them pussies together.
J'aime l'odeur de vos chattes humides.”

I moan as he tells us how he loves the smell of our wet cunts. How he wants to fuck himself deep into our wetness.

Nairobia lowers her mouth, letting her breaths torment my already throbbing peaks. She darts her tongue to flick kisses along the sides, swirling it all around my areola, purposefully, methodically, neglecting my nipples.

My back bows to get closer to her mouth. “Suck them,” I rasp out. “Please.”

“Like this?” she murmurs, wrapping her lips around the tip, wetting it, licking it, then blowing on it before languidly moving on to the other.

For the love of God…

“Nairobia…” Pupils dilated, voice flooded with lust, I beg. Whimper. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Is your sweet pussy horny for me?”

“Y-yes,” I push out breathlessly. “It's so horny for your mouth, your tongue, your fingers.”

She grinds harder. Her hips move rhythmically to India.Arie's “Beautiful.” I thrust up into her, moan into her, latching onto one of her swaying breasts, sucking her nipple into my wet, juicy mouth.

Nairobia groans, her hand slinking between us, her long finger finding its way to my clit. I dig my nails into her ass.

“Mmm.
Zo nat. Zo heet. Zo lief,
” she murmurs. “So wet. So hot. So sweet.”

Yes, yes, yes…

“Yeah, baby,” Marcel urges, his voice thick with heat. “Grab that fat, juicy ass. I wanna run my dick all up in that.”

Nairobia moans and kisses her way back down to my breasts, tonguing my left nipple into a rigid peak before suckling my right nipple into her hot mouth. She licks, then sucks, then nips, pushing me closer to nirvana. One finger, two fingers, then three, then four, then five.

In and out.

In and out.

“Yes, fuck my pussy,” I whisper before sucking in my breath and reveling in the sensation. Burning. Stretching.

“Oooh, yessss…Aaaah, yesss…fuck me. Mmm, yes, yes, yes…”

Amel Larrieux's “For Real” plays and the room goes blurry around me as my orgasm builds and builds, tightening and coiling in my belly. I squeeze my eyes shut. Curl my fingers into tight fists. Grind my teeth. Oh God, I can't take much more of this. I am stretched tight over her fingers. My ass bucks. My pussy clenches. Unclenches.

It aches.

It throbs.

I need dick.

Marcel's dick.

I need to be fucked.

Want to be fucked.

Marcel fucking me; and fucking her, alternately, filling me, and filling her, with his cream.

Everything I am heats and burns, starting at the balls of my feet, then roaring upward. My ass. My pussy. My clit. My belly. My breasts. My skin.

Embroiled in desire.

I am floating. Dangling over the edge of delirium.

Marcel groans. The rapid
slap-slap
of his dick sliding in and out of the palm of his hand, up and down his shaft, he grunts and stands; dips at the knees.

“I'm about to bust this nut. Aaah, shit, motherfuck…I'm ready to get up in that pussy, yo…”

Then in one swift move, I am on my back and Nairobia is turned around to straddle my head. She murmurs in Dutch,
“Maken graag mijn kut. Voeden mijn poesje je tong.
Make love to my cunt. Feed my pussy your tongue.”

She lowers her heat against my lips. My fingers spread her wet lips, and I open my mouth and feast, greedily tonguing her.

She spasms around my tongue and fingers, causing me to gasp.

Marcel is hovering over us. His balls swinging back and forth as he brings himself to the edge. “Yeah, baby…eat that pussy…”

He reaches over and slaps Nairobia's ass.

She moans loudly, then fucks into my mouth and sucks on my clit, her fingers fucking into my dewy slit.

My eyes glaze.

I am coming.

She is coming.

Marcel is coming.

Delirious with pleasure, I drink in Nairobia's steamy juices; sucking and sucking and sucking, feeding my need; swallowing her in.

Every last drop…

Marcel

I'm sitting behind the keyboards at the studio—eyeing one of the engineers as he maneuvers a few levers up and down the expensive equipment with his headphones over his ears, rhythmically nodding his head to a beat—when my cell rings.

I glance at Carlos through the glass as he plays the piano in the booth. It's a little after midnight. We've been here for the past four hours working on the tracks to his new album,
Seduction
. And so far the shit is sounding sexy as fuck.

“What's good, baby…?” I get up from the system and walk over into the lounge area.

“Thinking about you,” Marika says all low ‘n' sexy.

I grin. “Oh, word? I've been thinking about you, too. How was the Empowerment luncheon?”

“It was great. The whole day has been very inspiring and encouraging. It's nice to see so many women from all ages and walks of life coming together.”

I smile, nodding my head. “Word. That's wassup, baby. I wish I could be there with you.”

“I wish you were here, too. I do understand, though. Duty calls. But you're here in mind and spirit.”

“No doubt. And I'ma be deep in that body soon as you bring ya sexy ass home.”

“Oooh, I love the sound of that. Promise?”

“Oh, it's most def a promise,” I say low and deep. “You already know. So whatchu gettin' into the rest of the night?”

“They're having a private reception party here in one of the ballrooms. Then I might head to the lounge for a nightcap before turning in.”

“Oh, aiight. No slot machines?”

“Already played.”