Nude Awakening II (9 page)

“I can make it feel better,” he said, kissing behind her ear.

“Better than this?” she breathed. “You'll have to show me.”

Trevon removed his fingers from between her legs. “Turn your sexy ass around.”

Jurnee obeyed, pleased with the attention he was giving her. Her titties shook when she turned to face him. With her back against the sink, she was unable to move. Their eyes met.

“Now what?” she asked, rubbing his erection through his boxers.

Unexpectantly, he lowered his lips to hers. Jurnee squeezed his dick while kissing a man she wanted at first sight. He tongued her slowly, roaming his hands through her hair and rubbing the sides of her breasts.

“I wanna fuck you again,” he moaned. “Gotdamn, that pussy is good, baby.”

She nodded. “This pussy is all yours, papi.”

Trevon lowered his lips to her nipples, kissing both. “Get naked and wait for me on the sofa.”

“Okay, papi,” she moaned. “But please don't make me wait too long.”

Jurnee pranced out of the kitchen swaying her hips and ass like a model. Whatever Trevon had in store for her, she was down with it. Reaching the living room, she quickly peeled the shorts off her ass and then got comfortable on the sofa. Just as she was relaxed, Trevon came out of the kitchen butt ass naked with his imposing dick semi-hard.

“Let me suck that dick, papi,” she said, reaching between his legs.

“Not yet.” He grabbed her hand. “I'm runnin' shit today. Now lay back and bust that kitty open ‘cause I'm still hungry.” He smiled, licking his lips.

Trevon sat down on the sofa, staring between her legs. Once she was ready, he lowered her right foot to the floor and placed her left over the back of the sofa. Her pussy lips were puffy and bald. Her scent expelled a hint of cinnamon.

Jurnee's ass rose up toward his mouth when she caught on to what he was planning to do. “Mmmm . . . you gonna suck my pussy.” She squirmed and moaned. He held her in place by her hips so he could feast. “Ahhh. Papi, dis your pussy now!”

Trevon went to work, sucking on her swollen clit and jabbing his lethal tongue in and out of her tight hole. Cursing loudly, she hunched her pussy with both hands on his head, smearing her juices all over his face. The sounds of his slurps were driving her wild. His tongue flicked between her slippery lips like a ribbon caught in a breeze. Trevon took his time pleasing Jurnee. Parting her lips, he forced his tongue deeper, making sure he pressed his tongue against her inner walls.

“You got some sweet ass pussy,” he said between licking her wet folds all over.

Jurnee cooed his name in a slow chant as he went on tasting her. She could never tire of his sex, or just being with him. “Yesss, suck on my pussy, papi. I love this! Ooohhh gonna cum all over your sexy face!” she squealed with sweat beading up on her titties. It took twenty minutes for Jurnee to reach her climax. When she came, he made her scream in pleasure by making circular motions on her clit with his tongue.

“Shit, papi, don't ummm . . . stop,” she said, damn near out of breath.

Trevon slid two fingers inside her wet hole, and then slid his tongue left and right across the clit. He could feel her muscles contracting around his fingers.

In a sexual daze, she touched his fine chiseled body as he moved on top of her, hooking her legs in his strong arms. Holding her breath, she reached down for his long dick and guided it back inside her slippery pussy, and then begged him to fuck the shit out of her.

CHAPTER

Ten

Sloppy Seconds!

You alive in there?” Trevon shouted through the closed bathroom door where Jurnee was taking a bath.

“What's up, papi? It's open,” she replied, lying back in the tub.

Trevon entered the dimly lit bathroom and found Jurnee relaxing in a peach scented bubble bath. It was ten minutes past eight, and the two had spent their day fucking and enjoying each other's company. “Just wanted to let you know I'ma head out to the store right quick. You need anything?”

“Nah, I'm fine.” She smiled up at him. “Your probation officer gone?”

He nodded. “Yeah, he left about five minutes ago.”

“Do you still wanna go out tonight?”

“Might as well.”

“Good. I have just the spot we can go to.”

“Where?” he asked. “Lemme guess. Ah . . . Club Liv at the Fontainebleau?”

She grinned. “It'll be a surprise.”

“Ai'ight. I'll be back, and I let Rex in. And yes, he's house-trained.”

Jurnee waited until she heard Trevon driving off before she reached for her iPhone. Clearing her mind, she hoped she was doing the right thing by trying to reach Kandi. After the fourth unanswered ring, she was just about to hang up when Martellus answered.

“Hey, Jurnee.”

She frowned. “I need to talk to Kandi if you don't mind.”

“I hope you're not mad at me for being in love with Kandi?”

“If I wanted to talk to your ass I would have called you!” she said sternly.

“We don't have to be bitter. You should want what's best for Kandi, and it's a no-brainer that it's me. I Googled that ex-convict, Trevon, and I was alarmed by what he—”

“Who the fuck are you to judge somebody! I bet your wife isn't happy about you fucking around on her, now is she? Listen, is Kandi around or not? ‘Cause listening to your dumb ass is giving me a headache!”

“Hold on,” he replied through his teeth.

Jurnee only had to wait a few seconds before Kandi got on the line.

“Hey girl,” Kandi said in a neutral tone.

“Are you on drugs or something? What in the hell is wrong with you!”

Kandi sighed heavily. “I'm grown, okay? And I don't need to explain nothing to you.”

“It ain't about me!” Jurnee shouted. “It's about Trevon! The man you ran off on! The man whose baby you're carrying and you blocked his number so he can't call. That's who you need to explain this bullshit you're doing to! I thought I knew you as a friend, but I guess I was wrong. Okay. Tell me. Is your prince Martellus paying for your abortion too? He got your head so twisted that you're gonna kill the baby. Bitch, that's low!”

“Who—you don't know what—”

“Stop lying, Kandi! I found the damn abortion form under the sink. Now try to tell me I didn't!” Jurnee waited for Kandi to defend herself. When she stayed quiet, it only increased Jurnee's anger. “So it's true, huh? How can you do this to Trevon? Running off . . . and I–I don't understand nothing you're doing! You think Martellus is gonna be faithful to you?”

“You don't know him like I do!”

“And I'm glad I don't!” Jurnee shouted.

“Is Trevon around?”

“Why do you care? You got his number blocked, and I assume you'll do mine the same way after this call.”

“Just—tell him I'm sorry and I—”

“He already knows you're sorry, and I ain't telling him nothing. You wanna talk to him, call ‘im!”

“Oh. So you've been keeping him company?” Kandi asked with jealousy creeping into her voice.

“And if I have? What issue is it with you?”

“Did you fuck him in my bed? Ain't been gone two days and your grimy ass is in my house fucking my—what if this was all a test, huh? Both of y'all failed! You ain't shit, and it only proves my point to be with Martellus!”

“Nah bitch, you ain't gonna make us out to be bad people! You started this bullshit, and now you see yo' ass ain't gonna be missed. And FYI, hell yeah we fucked, and no he didn't utter yo' name when he was all up in me!”

“Fuck you, bitch!”

“Whateva, ‘ho! Trevon
will
get over yo' ass, and I'ma make sure of that, personally!”

“Y'all can have each other! I don't give a fuck!”

“Good, bitch! I'ma enjoy bagging all your shit to toss in the trash ‘cause we don't need no memories of yo' sleazy ass here! Trevon don't need you, and he'll be better off without you in his life—”

“And listen to you! We in the same boat, bitch. Only you had twice as many dicks up your funky ass than me! Fuck you! Fuck Trevon. And next time, get your facts straight before you toss it up in my face! Oh, have fun throwing my shit out, ‘cause bitch I'm good and always will be! And always remember this! You can never be me, so settle for being second and having my leftovers!”

***

Kandi ended the call with Jurnee, and then immediately added her number to be blocked.

“Are you okay, baby?” Martellus asked, rubbing Kandi's arm. “Aren't you tired from the trip?”

“No! I'm fine. I just need to put this shit behind me.” She frowned.

“Is it true what you said about Jurnee sleeping with Trevon?”

“It doesn't matter, okay!” she said, turning away from him.

“I just want you to be happy here.”

“I am,” she said, gazing out the bedroom window at the snow-capped mountains in the distance. Her life had changed instantly when she boarded the private jet to fly away to Denver with Martellus. He assured her that she would lack for nothing, and that she would be the only woman in his life.

“Do you need me to do anything before I go?” he asked her.

Kandi turned from the windows. “I haven't been here for a full day, and you're leaving me here!”

He grinned. “Relax, baby. I have a business meeting to attend, and you're more than welcomed to sit and wait until it's over. Or”—he reached for her hands—“you can stay here and explore your new home and kick back off your feet. I'll be back before nine.”

Kandi sighed. “I'll stay here.”

“Are you positive, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” she replied, looking at the large bed across the room. She couldn't stop her mind from wondering if Martellus had slept with his wife on that very bed.
Of course he had,
she told
 
herself. Sighing, she spoke her mind. “I'm not sleeping in the same bed you shared with your wife.”

Martellus shrugged. “Okay, I can understand that. Uh, you can go online and pick out any new bed that you want.”

“I need some clothes too,” she said tersely.

“Use my credit card and get all that you need,” he said, lifting her chin. “I'm going to take care of you, baby. All of your needs. I promise you.” He kissed her, sliding his hands up and down her arms.

“I hope so,” she said, nuzzling her lips against his neck.

“When I get back. Do you think we can find another place to do it since you'll be getting rid of the bed?” he asked, grinning.

Kandi licked his lips and then ran her nails lightly across the back of his neck. “I'll see what I can do. That big sofa downstairs looks like a good spot.”

“Mmmm,” he moaned, pulling her against his crotch. “That sounds perfect. And we can do it in front of the fireplace.”

Kandi played the good girl, looking innocent. “Don't let your business come before me, because I'm gonna need some hot dick on this cold winter night.”

Martellus roamed his hands over her voluptuous body, wishing he could take her right now on the bed. Kandi was familiar with the look in his eyes.

“What time do you have to leave?” she asked, rubbing the hard bulge between his legs.

“I can spare ten minutes. What do you have in mind?”

“I need you in my mouth, and I only need five minutes.”

Martellus allowed her to unbutton his pants to free his dick. Standing in the middle of the bedroom, he was satiated with his dick easing in and out of her wet mouth. She quietly bobbed back and forth while massaging his shaft with both hands. On her knees she hummed around his flesh, doing all that she could to push Trevon from her mind. Three minutes later, he came inside her mouth and on her chin. This was Kandi's new life and her new home, one she would share with Martellus.

Later, when he left for the office, she headed down to the first floor after brushing her teeth. Martellus' home was a lavish custom built ranch with five bedrooms and four full bathrooms. Luxurious as it was, it wasn't something new to her. Trailing her fingers along the polished rail of the oak staircase, she paused halfway to fully view the elegant furnished family room with exposed wood timbers along the vaulted ceiling.

“Do you like the view?”

Kandi already knew she wasn't alone, so the sudden voice didn't catch her off guard. “It'll take some getting used to,” Kandi replied, looking out the French doors that showed the expansive wooded backyard and snow-covered ground. “You must be Mrs. Biathrow. Martellus told me about you on our flight.”

“Yes, I am. And is there anything you require, Ms. Frost?”

Kandi figured Mrs. Biathrow would be the one item that she would learn to live with. She had mixed emotions when Martellus first told her about his housekeeper. Kandi wasn't about to share her new home with no other bitch up her ass 24/7. She was somewhat calmed when Martellus further explained that Mrs. Biathrow's husband was his fulltime chauffeur whenever he was in Denver. He went as far as giving Kandi the right to fire the housekeeper if she wasn't comfortable with her, but first she had to agree to at least meeting Mrs. Biathrow. Kandi had assumed the housekeeper would be an attractive slut that Martellus favored. Upon meeting Mrs. Biathrow, Kandi saw the total opposite.

“You can call me Kandi,” Kandi said, making a true effort to be friendly. The lady before her was dull looking with pale white skin that showed no hint of being under the sun. She was big boned with large breasts, wide hips, and a heavy ass. Kandi knew Mrs. Biathrow wasn't the owner of any two-piece swimsuits or thongs. Her dark brunette hair was pulled back in a bland looking ponytail, matching her less than average looks that would never earn a second look from a man.

In the large gourmet kitchen, Kandi elected to sit at the table with Mrs. Biathrow over a cup of hot cocoa. With a baby on the way, Kandi didn't see any wrong to have someone cater to her every need. Relaxing, she could see herself turning this house into a home.

***

Back down in Miami, Florida, Jurnee was trying hard to enjoy herself with Trevon. She was dwelling over that last harsh statement that Kandi had told her. For now she had yet to tell Trevon of the call. She wasn't too sure how he would react. Tonight she used her status to get inside the new trendy club, Taste Me, on Lincoln Road. Jurnee made heads turn by her stunning beauty and the black and gold catsuit with fishnet sides. Trevon was Gucci from head to toe in a tight-fitting shirt and a pair of loose jeans. Up in VIP they ordered a bottle of Grey Goose on the rocks.

“How'd you get us by that line?” Trevon asked Jurnee when they were seated at their private booth.

“I know the owner,” she said, crossing her legs.

“Y'all go way back or something?”

“Yeah. I've known Tamika for about five years now.”

“Maybe one day I'll be known like you.”

“You gotta put in work, papi. Look at Mr. Marcus and how many films he made. He has his own company, and he's doing good.”

“You ever did a film with him?” he asked, preparing to fix their drinks.

She frowned. “Don't tell me you haven't seen all of my films yet. And I thought you were a true fan.” She pouted. “But yeah, I did a film with him when I first started out.”

“You think I could reach his level?”

“Absolutely! I think you need to do a threesome with Cherokee and Pinky, because them two are really doing it right now.”

“Wishful thinking, huh?” He grinned, thinking of the days he had jacked off to X-rated pictures of the two famous porn stars.

“It can happen, papi. Shit, I got both their numbers on speed dial. Just run the idea by Janelle and see what happens,” she suggested.

“I'll do that,” he said as three women breezed by the booth. The shortest of the three stared at Trevon but stayed silent.

“Do you know her?” Jurnee asked, after the women were gone.

“Nah. Never seen her before,” he said honestly. “Maybe she's a fan.”

She shrugged. “Oh yeah. I meant to ask you while you were driving. But why were you looking in the rearview mirrors so much?”