Between the Sheets (9781476775807) (27 page)

I chuckle knowingly. Marika digs playing the penny machines. That's all she'll fuck with. She'll take a grand and sit all night playing three machines in a row until one of them hits. Then she'll cash out and spin off. But me? I'ma run them tables. I'll drop ten grand—my max, and play them shits to win.

“I won sixteen hundred,” she says coolly.

“That's what's up, baby.” I laugh. “Now you can take ya man out to lunch.”

“It'll be my pleasure.” She wants to know where I am. I tell her at the studio with Carlos. “Oh, tell that fine man I said hello. I can't wait to hear the new album.”

“Yeah, it's gonna be a real panty soaker, for sure.”

“Ooh, I bet. I'm really glad you signed him.”

“No doubt. Me too. But enough about that. You miss me, baby?”

“Always,” she says softly.

“Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about.”

“You miss me?”

I smirk. “Yeah, what you think? You didn't give me any pussy this morning. Left up outta the crib mad early leaving my dick all dry ‘n' shit.”

She laughs. “I gave you some last night?”

“Yeah, aiight. What that got to do with this morning, huh? See. You stay on that BS. You know this dick needs its morning dose of that wet-wet.”

She laughs. “Horny man, you. Is that all you ever think about?”

I grin. “Nah, I think about that wet throat, and that
phat
, juicy ass. But you already know how much I love that wet, tight pussy.”

She moans. “Yeah, I do. But let me hear it again, anyway.”

“I miss that sweet, wet pussy, baby.”

“Mmmm. And what are you going to do with it?”

“C'mon, baby. Don't start that shit. You know I'm in the studio.”

“And?
When has that ever stopped you?”

I smirk, shaking my head. “Yo, you terrible. You know that, right?”

She's not fazed by the comment. “What are you going to do with this wet pussy, Marcel?” Her voice is low and sexy.

“Yo, c'mon, stop playing. You already know.”

“I want to hear it, Marcel. Make my pussy purr, daddy. Tell me what you want to do to it.”

I lick my lips. “Shit. I can't wait for you to get home so I can get you up in them sheets so I can slide my tongue all up between them sweet lips and suck on that clit, then slow-fuck this hard dick into you. Damn, baby. I wanna lick, tongue, and fuck it down, period, point blank.” I grab my dick. “Fuck. Just talking about it, got my shit on rock. I need my dick sucked.”

She laughs. “You're so bad.”

“I stay fuckin' horny for you, yo.”

“I know you do, baby,” she coos. “Ooh, I have to go.” She sucks her teeth. “Now I have to go back up and change my panties. You have me soaked. I hate when you do this to me.”

“Nah, you love it.”

She sighs. “Yeah, when I know it's going to be followed by a hard dick and a delicious fuck.”

I reach down and squeeze the head of my dick. “Shit. How you think I feel, baby? Now I gotta go back up around a buncha muhfuckas with my shit stretchin' down my leg.”

She teases. “Baby, stop. You love it when the boys glance down and see all that dick. Admit it. You're a cock tease. You love seeing the look on their faces.”

“Hahahahahaha. Yo, you shot out, baby. But, uh, no comment.”

She joins in my laughter. “Uh-huh. None needed.”

“Yeah, well, your wet tongue is
needed
on this hard dick.”

She moans. “I'll make it up to you when I get home tomorrow. Promise. In the meantime send me a video of you sucking and playing with that big, beautiful dick. I need something to get me through the night.”

I pull in my bottom lip. “Word? That's what you want, baby?”

“No. I want the real thing,” she says, causing the head of my dick to swell. “But for now I'll take what I can get.”

I grin. “I got you, sexy.” I glance over at the booth again. Carlos is still in there doing his thing. “But, dig. What's it looking like down there? Any eye candy?”

She chuckles. “You know I'm
strictly dickly
.”

I smirk, glancing over my shoulder. “Yeah, aiight. Maybe ninety percent of the time.” I laugh. “But the other ten percent you on pussy patrol. Clit stalking. Who you fooling? You know I know.”

“Oh, hush,” she chides playfully. “I can't stand you.”

“Yeah, aiight. Keep lying to ya'self. You can't live without me.”

“I wouldn't want to,” she says softly.

I smile inside. “Aaah, that's what I'm talkin' about. So tell me. What them beauties looking like? Anyone catch your eye on the low?”

She chuckles. “There were a few who I'd say could get it.”

I pull in my bottom lip. “Damn. All that sweet pussy in one spot.”

“But none as sweet as mine.”

It isn't a question. Marika already knows what it is. Still, I know enough to make it clear. “Oh, you already know, baby.”

“Mmhmm. I thought so.” She laughs. “Ohmygod! Wait! You are not going to believe this. Guess who's here?”

I take a seat on the sofa and prop a foot up on the wood table. “Who?”

“Ramona. And I almost didn't recognize her. She's dyed her hair a fuchsia color.”

I furrow my brow. “Who is that?” She tells me the Spanish chick we fucked the night of Laila's album release party. I frown, a mixture of surprise and befuddlement on my face, followed by flashes of that night. It's been over a month since we rocked in the sheets with her. I swallow back a rush of filthy thoughts flooding my brain. I grab at my dick. “Yo, get the fuck outta here. Word? What the fuck is she doing there? And why you calling her Ramona? I thought her name was Maribel or some shit like that.”

“Marisol,” Marika corrects. “She first said her name was Marisol. But today her nametag said Ramona. And she claims she was invited.”

“Interesting. Did she come at you crazy?”

“Surprisingly, not. She was as sweet as pie.”

“Yo, let me find out she's stalking you, now.”

“Ohmygod. Don't say that. It's an isolated incident, Mar
Sell.
Let's not blow it out of proportion. I haven't heard from her since the flower and phone call incident. You know I told you I thought she was a little off that night we had her, but…”

“But now you think she isn't?”

“I'm not saying that. Maybe I was a bit presumptive. After all, it isn't like either of us has heard from her since I kindly asked her to leave us alone.”

I raise a brow. “True.” Come to think of it, she hasn't called into the radio station either on Thursday nights.

“Besides, she seemed really surprised to see me here when she walked over and gave me a big hug.”

“Mmm. I don't know, baby. Something doesn't sound right.”

“Although I could have done without the hug, I don't want to turn this into more than what it is. Whatever that is. I kept it cordial. But then right after the luncheon, she turns around and sends me a friend request on Facebook.”

I shoot up in my seat. “She did what? Yo, now she's tryna be on some ole other shit.”

“I went onto Facebook and saw it with my own eyes. I didn't accept her, though. But I think she's following me instead.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” I shake my head. “Yo, she's fucking buggin'.”

“I don't mean it like that, silly. I meant on Twitter.”

“Yeah, well, I did.”

“Well, she hasn't said or done anything to cause alarm. Maybe it's coincidence that she's here.”

Yeah, right. Coincidence my ass, maybe that ho's cat-shit crazy.
“And she just happens to hit you up with a friend request, too, right? Yeah, okay.”

“Maybe. I mean, after all, my contact info was in the packets everyone received.”

“Nah, I don't know. That shit doesn't sit right, babe.”

“Don't go getting all
CSI
on me. She seemed harmless,” Marika offers calmly. “Worst-case scenario, she asks for another round in the sheets with us, and I have to kindly shut her down, again.”

“Or her ass's really a fuckin' nutcase.” I let out a heavy breath. “You're awfully calm about this, though.”

“That's because I'm trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. I'm taking your advice and not letting her get in my head. I'm not saying I trust her. But she did apologize for how she came at me.”

“Yo, the last thing we need in our lives is some crazy-ass broad tryna turn up. But I'm thinkin' this chick might become a muthafuckin' problem.”

Why the fuck it seem like most of the broads with the killer pussy are fuckin' psycho-ass whack-jobs?!

Marika sighs. “Let's hope not.”

Marika

“Your pussy tasted so sweet on my tongue…”

That's what that crazy-bitch had said to me as I drained my wineglass.

Okay, so maybe I should've listened to my gut and gone straight up to my suite, instead of going to the Ultra Lounge here at the hotel. But I didn't. Instead I found myself sitting in a leather chair with my third drink in my hand and a spectacular view of the Atlantic Ocean, talking to Ramona, or Marisol, or whoever she is—who, admittedly, is a beautiful woman.

But I noticed something about her. Something odd. The more she drank, the more vacant her eyes looked. Glazed. Empty.

The compliment had caught me totally by surprise when she leaned forward and said it. Although she'd been discreet in her revelation, it still made me feel uncomfortable just the same.

“The three of us were so good together…”

“We were simply enjoying each other's company.”

“Oh, stop. Don't play coy, mami. We did more than just
enjoy
each other's company. We enraptured each other. Now that I enjoyed. Being ravished. Being fucked savagely. And would you like to know what I enjoyed
most
? I enjoyed riding your pretty face, feeling your tongue wedged between my pussy lips…”

“Please. Let's not have this discussion here.”

“That night is all I've been thinking about. And that husband of yours, I can't get his naked body out of my head. All of that long dick. All of that masculine beauty on display for the both of us to savor…”

That remark was my cue to get up and leave. I glanced at the time. Then graciously stood and excused myself to head up to my suite, but not before she'd gotten the chance to growl out her last words:
“That night in that hotel room, my pussy was his. But this tight ass was all yours…”

I blink, staring at my reflection in the mirror as I remove my diamond choker and earrings, then placing them inside the safe.

I don't believe this mess.

I swallow, hard. Step out of my clothes. Remove my bra and panties. Then saunter into the bathroom and step into the bath, easing down into the steaming water.

I think to go back out into the bedroom and retrieve my phone from my purse. To call Marcel and share with him what transpired up in the lounge, but I decide against it. The scented bath is relaxing. The hot water surrounding me is soothing. I can feel it slowly melting my tension away.

I lay my head back against the headrest, and close my eyes, inhaling deeply. Marcel's naked body comes into view. His strong hands cupping my ass, kneading my flesh, parting and spreading my ass, pausing as the head of his dick touches my open slit, then stretches me around his width, his thickness, as he pushes inward.

My arms pinned over my head, my legs stretched wide, I imagine Marcel digging his thick fingers into my waist, then slipping down to my hips, pulling me into him, onto the length of him and him fucking me gently, pulling out to the head only to ease his way back in. The wetter I grow, the easier he glides in, the welcoming warmth of my pussy engulfing him.

I sink further down into the tub, reveling in the sensation. Submerged in bubbles, my breasts bobbing in the water, I can feel how slick my pussy is. And I haven't even touched myself…yet.

All I can feel is Marcel; him inside of me, him fucking into me, taunting my cunt, flinging me perilously closer to an orgasm. Slowly, I trail my palms over my breasts, lightly pulling at my nipples, twisting them. They immediately pucker, sending a delicious shiver through me.

“Oooh,” I moan, grinding my ass into the bottom of the tub, feeling the heat of the water as it sloshes up against my pussy, licking into my clit. “Aah, yes…”

My hands travel over my belly, over my waist, then along my inner thighs. I imagine Marcel's lips against my flesh, against my weeping pussy, as I glide my forefinger over my lips, pulling them open. My free hand traces over my clit, finding it swollen and sensitive. It pulses and aches.

I suck in warm air. Gasp. Exquisite tension simmers between my legs. I pinch my clit, setting my whole body on fire. When I sink my fingers into my cunt, my entire body spasms. My toes open and close, grasping bubbles between them.

I moan softly, easing my fingers from my pussy.

And then…

There's a knock at the door. I barely hear it. It's a light rapping, at first, and I have to strain to be sure. The knocking continues. Becomes more incessant.

What the hell?

I squint through my haze. Listen. There it is again. The knocking.

Who could possibly be at my door at this hour?

I scramble from the tub, reaching for a plush white towel, wrapping it around my body before tossing it for the robe hanging behind the door. I use the towel to wrap my head instead, then head for the door.

“Yes? Can I help you?” I say, standing at the door. I peer through the peephole.

“It's me,” says a soft feminine voice. “Can we talk?”