Nude Awakening (5 page)

Kandi sped up, lips tightening around his dick. Slurping and sucking, she tried to pull his climax up through his feet. Trevon felt as if he could pull the shower rack from the wall as his climax spilled into her mouth. Her mouth remained, giving him that eye-rolling pleasure as his cum spurted to the back of her throat. She swallowed it all, then slowed down to inch her lips all the way down to his thick base, stretching her jaws. She stayed there, deep throating him with her nose buried in his pubic hairs. This was how she got down for hers.

Trevon woke up from his needed rest at 6:30 p.m. Kandi had sucked his dick once more after the shower episode. She swallowed his release as he leaned back on her bed palming her head.

“Time to get ready for the party,” she said, nudging his muscular shoulder.

“Get up!” She pulled the sheets off his naked body. Shit! I put this nigga out with some head! He’ll go in a coma afta I break ‘im off with some pussy. She was proud of her skills. It took a little effort to get Trevon out of the bed and dressed. She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror putting on some eye shadow when Trevon asked what her measurements were from the bedroom.

“Thirty-six D, twenty-eight, forty-eight.”

“Damn!” he said amazed. “Your ass is bigger than Buffie the Body! Plus you look better so I guess I’m one lucky nigga! Okay, how tall are you?”

“Five-seven.”

“You smell good,” he said, walking into the bathroom sporting a black Gucci wife beater. She turned from the mirror.

“Damn, you look delicious,” she said, rubbing his shoulder.

A sequinned black, tight provocative mini dress emphasized her small waist and award-winning ass. She had her hair pinned up and a diamond necklace circled her neck.

Trevon eased his arms around her waist. A smile formed on her mouth at the touch of his hands firmly squeezing her ass.

“In due time,” she purred, reading his thoughts of wanting to be inside her.

For a reason that neither understood, they shared a slow, wet kiss in the bathroom. She could not remember the last time a man had kissed her like this. Before they lost control, they pulled apart, looking deeply into each other’s eyes.

Almost an hour later, the two were ready. Outside she told him to drive. He surprised her by walking to the passenger side to open the door for her. The courteous act was the first ever for her. She had only seen it in old movies, but never in real life. The only thing Swagga had opened was her legs.

Resting a hand on his thigh, she quickly sat up. “Wait! Um, do you think you um . . . still know how to drive?”

Trevon looked at her sideways as he started up the Escalade. “I got this.”

“Well, excuse me, Big Daddy.” She laughed, easing back into the soft leather.

He smiled. Damn it felt good to be free!

SEVEN

8:10 p.m.

Sunset Island, Miami Beach

Janelle’s waterfront two-story Mediterranean mansion was a mesmerizing architectural seven bedroom, 4.9 million dollar mansion. Trevon slowed the Escalade at the front of the gated driveway. Two guards walked up to the gate as a third suddenly appeared at the driver side window. Trevon lowered the window.

“Name?” the guard asked.

“Kandi and Trevon Harrison,” Kandi said from the passenger side.

The guard leaned in for a closer look. “Hi, Ms. Kandi!” he said, grinning. He was a big fan of her hard core fuck flicks. They were directed through the gate and down the palm tree-lined driveway.

Look at this fucking crib! “This is Janelle’s place?” Trevon asked as he pulled up behind a sunset yellow Jaguar XKR-S.

“Yep. Bought and paid for.” Kandi checked her hair and makeup in the visor mirror.

The mansion was brightly lit by bluish lawn lights. Trevon had never seen a house this big up close. Glancing at Kandi, it all seemed normal to her. It made him feel out of place. Stepping out of the SUV, they headed for the front mahogany double doors. Kandi again hooked her arm in his. Along the way, they walked by a young white couple stepping out the back of a black and silver Bentley Mulsanne.

“They’re swingers,” Kandi told Trevon when they were up near the front doors.

“Swingers?” He had no idea what she was talking about.

“They fuck other people. I guess it’s a thrill to them. A lot of married people do it.”

Trevon shook his head. “That would be too hard for me to do.”

She shrugged, leaning closer into him as they went up the granite steps. Nearing the door, they heard the first sounds of music.

Kandi smiled as Trevon opened the door for her. Her thank you was drowned out by the loud thumping music. Three people called Kandi’s name the second her stilettos touched the glassy blue marble stone flooring. Two were men that she had done a film with and the third was a female that she had also worked with. To Kandi, she was able to treat her time in front of the camera as a job. No emotions were carried over. She put both men in check and told them she would get back up with them later. Tonight she was all about Trevon.

The female was given the same treatment.

The large living room was too big to be labeled as such. You can put a damn full basketball court up in this shit! Trevon judged correctly as he looked around. He wanted to have this type of living. He eyed the scantily dressed women that walked by or were dancing. All of them looked their best and had no shame with showing off their body. Kandi shouted in his ear that half of the women were porn stars as she guided him around the dancing group. Trevon noticed the first sexual spark when he bumped into two females tonguing and feeling each other up. Moving past the gourmet kitchen displayed a scene of three topless women popping bottles of champagne. A group of men stood around them with glasses waiting to be filled.

All this pussy around me! Trevon thought. And still I ain’t seen nobody with an ass like Kandi’s!

She was still latched on his arm and he did not mind.

I need to find Janelle and see what’s up about her signing me. “Where Janelle at?” he asked as they stepped down into a lavish appointed sitting room.

“Around here somewhere,” Kandi replied, squeezing his arm. “Hey, take a seat over in the corner and I’ll go get us something to drink from the bar.”

He nodded, then headed for the cozy looking black velvet armless chair in the corner. The atmosphere around him was an overload. He slid around two sexy looking females drinking Henny and speaking a language he could not understand. Ornate paintings hung on the wall that drew a few guests to gather and speak on them. They did nothing for Trevon. He really felt lost and out of place by not knowing any of the faces around him. This life was not his life, but he would damn well try to adapt to it. All he needed to do was get a job and enjoy his freedom. And fuck plenty of fine willing dimes!

Out by the pool, Swagga and his crew passed around two blunts of Kush with a heavy haze floating. Swagga stepped from the group when he saw Yaffa approaching. Two Latina girls noticed Swagga, then asked if they could take a picture with him. He did so, knowing he had to show love to fans of his music.

“You find out who that nigga is?” Swagga asked Yaffa as they stood at the far end of Janelle’s Olympic-sized infinity edge pool.

“Some dude named Trevon Harrison,” Yaffa said, after having asked one of the guards to check the guest list.

“Trevon Harrison? Who the fuck is he? He play football or sumthin’?” Swagga had seen Kandi when she arrived with her new friend.

Yaffa shrugged, wishing Swagga would get over Kandi. Sure, she was fine as fuck and had a banging ass body, but she was an adult-film star.

Swagga looked toward the back of the mansion. Bitch think she can just bump me to the curb! I’m that nigga! Damn, I miss that fiyah ass pussy. “I’ma go holla at this nigga right quick.” Swagga puffed up his flat bird chest.

“Dawg.” Yaffa grabbed Swagga’s skinny arm. “Let that shit go.”

Swagga snatched his arm away, grilling Yaffa. “Fuck that! I’ma find out who dis nigga is!”

Trevon spotted Swagga and his seven-man entourage the instant they pushed through the tinted glass and polished stainless steel trimmed double doors. Trevon sat up out of habit. He kept his eyes on them because they all had their eyes on him. He rose to his feet and glanced at the young skinny dude in the front, then focused on the biggest dude walking slightly behind him. Trevon sized the big dude up.

Swagga paced boldly up to Trevon then stopped. Damn, this nigga big as fuck!

Swagga began to doubt if Yaffa could handle Trevon if a fight broke out.

“What’s up?” Trevon said in a challenging tone. He had to shout over the loud music.

“That’s what I’m tryin’ to find out.” Swagga gestured wildly with his arms.

Trevon smiled. “Y’all must got me mixed up with somebody else because—”

“You fuckin’ Kandi?” Swagga blurted. “You Trevon Harrison, right?”

How this clown ass nigga know me? I bet he’s one of Kandi’s niggas. This is drama that I don’t need. Trevon knew that a simple assault charge would send his black ass back to prison. He had to control his anger. If a fight broke out, he knew it would not be a one on one. He kept his eyes on the group. The tension was growing. Trevon began to feel the edginess that sped up his temper when shit was about to pop off. Out the gate, he would try to break the first niggas jaw that broke bad. His ego and pride would not allow him to back down.

“Swagga!” Kandi shouted, shouldering through his crew. She placed the two glasses on a table, then confronted Swagga. “What the fuck you all up in Trevon’s grill for!”

“His bitch ass can’t talk, so I guess a bitch gotta talk for ‘im!” Swagga shouted.

“Nigga, you is so playin’ yourself!” she shouted.

“Hold up,” Trevon said, gently moving Kandi aside.

“No, Trevon!” She tried to stay in front of him, but he was too strong.

Swagga took a step back.

“Repeat what you just said.” Trevon’s focus was on Swagga. His upper lip began to twitch. At his sides, his beefy hands curled into fists as he moved his weight to the front of his feet. He was ready to fuck some shit up.

Yaffa pulled Swagga back, then took up his position in front of Trevon. “We all gonna chill right now,” Yaffa stated with his eyes challenging Trevon. The commotion had gained everyone’s attention, including three guards who quickly intervened.

Kandi glared at Swagga as he strolled away heading for the front door. Dumb ass nigga! I hate his black ass! She lowered her head, rubbing her temple as the crowd of nosey onlookers went back to minding their business.

Trevon sat down with a flat expression on his face. Kandi sat down beside him.

“Let’s go outside so we can talk,” she said over a song by Waka Flocka Flame.

“I’m good,” he said, looking away from her.

Kandi placed her hand on his wrist. “Please. Just let me explain what’s going on. Come on.” She pulled him to his feet.

Kandi took him outside by the pool. They found a secluded area by the diving board. A light breeze pushed at Kandi’s hair. On this night the starless sky left the moon solo. Kandi looked across the green landscaped lawn toward the dark water reflecting broken images of the moon.

“Look,” he began. “All I want to do is get on my feet and make money. I’m not trying to go back to prison for no bullshit! I don’t know who that nigga was and I don’t give a fuck, so—”

“Just let me explain—okay?” She turned toward him, hoping he would listen.

Trevon could not be mad at her. Why would a girl so fine be doing porn? I know she can have any nigga she wants. Shit is crazy!

“I’m listening.” He crossed his arms.

“He’s my ex-boyfriend.”

“How recent?”

“I broke up with him two months ago.”

“And he still trippin’?” Hell, I don’t blame the nigga!

“He’s just stupid.”

“Who were those clowns with him? He important or something?”

“The big guy with the beard is his bodyguard, Yaffa. The others are just a bunch of lame ass followers.”

“Bodyguard? What is he? A professional shit talker?”

Kandi laughed. “He’s a rapper. I can’t believe you never heard of him. He came out six years ago. He’s the one that made that song ‘Trapped Up.’”

“I heard that song, but I ain’t feeling it though.”

Kandi shrugged. “I really don’t fuck with him no more.”

“You really don’t have to explain anything to me. Hell, we just met today.”

“And I already sucked your juicy dick twice.” She smiled.

Trevon could not hold back his grin. “Yeah, you did,” he said, looking at her hips filling out her outfit.

“So,” she said as she slid her nails up his arm. “Have you made up your mind about being my new roommate?”

Trevon thought back to the bullshit with Swagga. “Did your—ex come by your crib today?”

“Yes. But it won’t happen again. I forgot to remove his name from the visitors list. If he’s not on it, they won’t let him through the gate,” she said, speaking of the armed guards at the front gate.

“Before I make that move, shouldn’t I wait to see if Janelle will sign me or not?”

“Why wouldn’t she? She bought you some clothes and it was her idea for you to stay with me.” She took her hand away from his arm.

Trevon knew she was making sense. “What’s your real name?” he asked, catching her off guard.

“Why?” She crossed her arms, tilting her beautiful face.

“Kandi is your porn name, right?”

She nodded.

He looked around. “I don’t see no cameras, so why should I call you Kandi?”

“Does it matter?” She looked away only for him to gently turn her face back toward his.

“What’s your real name?” Damn, she’s so damn fine!

“My real name is LaToria,” she said reluctantly.

“LaToria what?”

“Damn!” She smiled. “You the police?”

“Yeah.” He stepped closer. “And I’ma punish you if you don’t tell me.”

“Punish me? How, Big Daddy?” She unfolded her arms.

“I’ma beat that pussy up first chance I get.”

“Mmmm! Well, in that case, I’ll never tell you my last name because I do want to be punished.”

Trevon rubbed his face. This girl is a damn trip! “What’s your full name?”

“LaToria Nicole Frost. Now quit bugging me.”

He smiled. “LaToria. That’s what I’m calling you from here on out.”

“Whatever!” She rolled her eyes and then looked at her pink gator band watch.

“You okay?” he asked, placing his hands on her shoulders.

She nodded yes. “Let’s go back inside and try to find Janelle.” She walked off because her emotions were starting to trip. Girl, you just met this nigga, so chill! she scolded herself.