Lust (18 page)

They moved like they were one, their rhythm dynamic perfection as she rotated her hips and he pounded his groin against her ass. Her hair was soft and thick as she pushed it over her head and exposed the back of her neck. He nibbled behind her ear and sucked that tender spot right at the base of her shoulder, sending sparks of electricity surging back and forth between their damp bodies.

Trey reached around and cupped her breasts and her nipples stiffened and throbbed against his palms. She moaned and he sniffed her hair, then licked her neck and pumped inside her even deeper.

The heat between them was getting intense. Trey withdrew his dick until only the head remained lodged between her pussy lips, and then he dove back in as far as he could go, the last few inches of him still outside of her. She screamed and inched up slightly on her knees, opening herself wider to him, her body adjusting to accommodate him as she panted and urged him to bury his whole rod inside her.

Trey deep-dicked her and made her happy. Her insides gripped him like a perfect glove as she shuddered and came, and if he could have he woulda kept his throbbing wood buried inside her wetness forever.

But then she rolled her ass like she was tossing a hula hoop, and Trey almost lost it. Sucking the back of her neck, he bore down on her three times real hard, and her walls swallowed him. She clenched her insides around his thickness and milked his dick until he felt his nut rising.

Trey was just about to bust when his eyes flew open. Gasping, he reached for his dick and found it rocked up like a piece of iron. He inhaled deeply and the sweet smell of pussy teased his nose. Trey rolled over and groaned. This type of shit hadn’t happened to him in a real long time. Not since his days in the joint. He was embarrassed by his dream but he hated to let that shit go too.

He sighed with disappointment. He couldn’t believe it. She had been in his arms. Right there in his bed. He’d never gotten a look at her face, but he sure as hell had recognized that body.

She was beautiful. A stunna. A straight-up, bona fide brickhouse. 

She was Juicy.

$$$$$

I had been staying at Trey’s house for less than a week and already that cold sexy niggah was driving me wild. I had taken Chiney’s advice and asked him if I could hang out at The Crossover and help out with some of the kids, and he had surprised me and said he actually thought that was a good idea.

“The word is out deep on the streets, Juicy,” he assured me. “Those fools at the G-Spot know not to fuck with you, but you know how it can be out here sometimes. All it takes is one wild cowboy to act up and cause major problems. My crib is pretty safe, but I don’t really want you staying there by yourself if you don’t have to.”

As much as I hated to admit it, I loved hearing those words come out of Trey’s mouth. He was so big and strong and he gave off an aura filled with so much power, swagger, and confidence that being around him made me feel safe and protected like I had never felt before.

So I started leaving the house with him in the mornings. With Chiney sleeping in her room knocked out cold, me and Trey would ride out to his barbershops so he could open them up and get his staff ready for the day, and then we usually ended up at The Crossover by ten o’clock or so.

I told Trey I was willing to type or file papers, or do whatever he needed me to do to help out around The Crossover, and he put my ass right to work.

But as cool and nice as Trey was when we were around each other, I got the feeling that he was trying to keep a whole lot of distance between us on purpose. I knew he had a lot of women because they were always blowing up his phone, but I hadn’t actually seen him with anybody yet.

It was real late on a Friday night when Mister Trey kicked up a hot spark in me that damn near blew me out of the water. The Talented Ten crew had hosted a talent show for some of the younger kids at The Crossover, and a lot of people had turned out to support it. Local businesses had donated prizes to be raffled off, and some of the parents had volunteered to make some chicken wing and French fry plates and sell them out of The Crossover’s kitchen. It was a pretty big event, and most of the money that was collected was going straight to the scholarship fund that Trey had established in memory of the teenager, Princess’, who had overdosed on drugs and killed herself and her unborn baby.

My job for the night was to keep track of the raffle money and all the cash that came in at the door, and to make sure the kitchen register was straight and they had enough change on hand to keep the food sales going. I counted stacks of money and stayed outta sight in the small room behind Trey’s office all night long, scared that I might see somebody I knew, and scared that somebody I knew might see me too.

Besides Trey and Chiney, the only person who knew I was even in the building was Rita. I had called her from Trey’s office and her and her man Dutchy swung by to see me. I was too damned glad to see my girl, and so happy to meet Dutchy too. Rita had told me he was a good guy, and I could tell by talking to him that everything she’d said about him was true.

I was happy for Rita. I really was. As kids, both of us had survived some fucked up situations. My junkie mother had offered up my life in an attempt to save hers, and Rita had been forced to take her child-raping father’s life in order to save her own. But at least things had gotten better for her over the years.

It was kinda late when me and Trey finally got back to his brownstone. He punched in the security code and unlocked the door and let me walk inside first, but before I could get to my room he called my name and said, “Juicy. Um, check it out. Thanks for helping me out with the money and all that tonight. That was real cool.”

I wanted to say something back, but instead I just nodded and went inside my room and closed the door. Thirty minutes later I had taken my shower and climbed in the big, fluffy bed, and I was knocked out before my head hit the pillow.

But I didn’t stay out for long.

A strange noise woke me up. It was coming from Trey’s room right next door, and it only took me a second to realize what was up.

“Oh yeah, baby. Dig it out. Fuck this pussy. Ummm…yeah. Just like that, Trey. Oh, baby….this your pussy, Trey.”

I opened my eyes in the darkness. Trey’s headboard was tearing up the damn wall, and by the way some chick was screaming and moaning, Trey must have been tearing up her stuff too.

I started to go down to Chiney’s room and see if she was up, but my girl had been sneaking chicks in the crib almost every night and getting her wild thang on too. And what was worse, as hard as Trey and his manz were working to keep kids off drugs, Chiney was still out there getting high, and I didn’t like being around her when she was zooted and flying.

There was nothing I could do except lay there in the blackness and listen to Trey and his girl get their freak on. I tried not to, but I couldn’t stop myself from imagining what Trey looked like naked, and how good girlfriend must have been feeling as he blew her back out.

Whoever the chick was, she talked mad shit as she was getting hers. She screeched and moaned and gave Trey big props as the bed squeaked and banged up against my wall.

Biting my lip, I flipped over on my stomach and flung the pillow over my head. I could still hear them loud and clear, and to my horror my clit was starting to throb and I felt myself getting slick down there.

I rose up on my knees and scooted my butt back the way a baby likes to sit. I stuck my fingers in my ears, and rocked back and forth a little bit and tried to sing a song to block them out, but my body had a mind of its own and pretty soon I realized I was rocking my bed to the same fuck-rhythm that Trey was rocking his to.

Giving in, I pressed my titties into the bed, and then brought my hands up to find my nipples. They were stiff and aching, and it felt strange to touch them in this way after so many months of feeling dead inside. I pinched them through the fabric of my t-shirt and I moaned as a thin trail of slobber pooled in my mouth.

I flipped back over on my back and shuddered as the girl in Trey’s bed hollered,
“Ayyy. Ayyy! AYYY Yeah! Throw that big dick, Trey baby! Throw it!”

My shit was a wrap after hearing all that. I kicked off my pajama pants and slid my hand down in my panties. I mashed my clit and plunged my finger deep into my own wetness. I moaned real loud as I arched my back in the darkness and fucked myself with pleasure. I pictured myself in the girl’s place with Trey moving on top of me and driving his pelvis into my hips. Gripping my left breast, I swirled my finger around my clit each time I dipped it deep on the down-stroke, and my hips fucked up to meet my hands like Trey was on top of me banging me out for real.

It didn’t take me long to come, and when I did, I clamped my thighs on my hand and continued playing in my own pussy as I squeezed and crushed my clit until the sweet feelings began to fade.

But once it was over I felt like shit. I used to be a professional masturbator back in the day, and I had explored every nook and cranny of my own body so I knew what I needed and I knew what I liked. It was kinda creepy, though, to be listening while somebody else fucked and to get off so deliciously on that shit. I knew I probably wasn’t the type of woman that could attract a man like Trey, and I felt like I had disrespected him a little bit by listening in on his intimate night with his lady, and especially by fantasizing about him doing to me all the things that I could hear him doing with her.

But something about what Trey was doing next door had changed. The bed had stopped hitting the wall and the chick had stopped moaning. Instead she was yelling now. Bitching. It sounded like they were arguing, but I couldn’t tell what it was about. All I could hear was her hollering, “No! What’s my name? What’s
my
name, Trey? Call me by
my
fuckin’ name!”

I got up out the bed and crept over to the door. I had to pee and I wanted to go clean myself up a little bit, so I eased outta my room and ran down the hall to Chiney’s bathroom.

I wasn’t in there very long, and I was halfway back to my room when the door to Trey’s room was flung open.

A cute sistah in high heels and a pair of tight jeans barged out into the hallway with Trey right behind her. He was naked except for the towel that was wrapped around his waist.

“Debbie,” he pleaded. He reached for her shoulders and she jerked away. “It ain’t even like that,” he told her. “C’mon, baby. I’m sorry. I fucked up. It was a mistake. I don’t know what I was thinking. It was a mistake.”

She turned around to face him and I could see that she was beautiful.

“Nah, Trey. It wasn’t no mistake! You said what you meant, that’s all. Just admit that shit!”

“Deb,” he said, but then girlfriend looked past him and saw me coming down the hall toward them drying my hands on a paper-towel.

“Excuse me,” I said softly as I got near my door. I yawned and ducked my head a little bit as I reached for the knob. I already felt like a slut for getting me a nut while they were fucking, and I sure didn’t want Trey to know I had been wide-awake and listening to him bang her all that time.

But his friend caught me in her glare and barked on me.

“Who’s
you?
” she demanded.

I paused with my hand on the doorknob and looked up slowly. “I’m Chiney’s friend Juicy,” I said, and suddenly I was real conscious of the fact that all I had on was a thin t-shirt and a pair of boy-shorts drawers.

“Ohhhh,”
girlfriend drawled and glanced up at Trey, who sighed and shook his head like,
damn!

“Okay,
now
I get it,” she said nodding her head and narrowing her eyes like a light bulb had just gone off in her brain.

“So
you’re
Juicy, huh?” She smirked and looked me up and down. “Well, since you’re the bitch whose name this niggah be moaning out when he’s fucking, I guess you’re the bitch he really wants to be with then.”