Ruthless (17 page)

Vernon Lewis.

“His goddamn monkey-ass ain't got shit to show for it!” Booty snaps, cutting into my thoughts. “Where they do that at? All this nigga-coon prolly did was trick up every dime of it on stink-ass bitches ‘n' titty bars, instead of payin' his goddamn child support.”

I shoot her an irritated look, then quickly bring my attention back to Jah'Mel. He is physically broken. He grunts as he attempts to lift his head and force his bloody eye open. It opens to barely a slit. I look into it the best I can. I think, want to believe, that what I see is remorse. What he's done, what he
did
, to me is not my cross to bear. It's his.

And there is still a price to pay.

Booty starts fussing with Darius about hogging the blunt he has pressed between his thick chocolate lips, stalking over toward him. “Oooh, you stay doin' me, nigga, with ya ole stingy-self. You s'posed to keep the rotation goin', but you wanna be over here playin' tricks. Oooh, I can't stand nothin' ya ass stand for, Darius.”

“Yeah, yeah… Aiight. Go 'head wit' that, ma. I rolled you three blunts already. What'd you do wit' 'em?”

“Mmmph. Nigga, don't do me. You know that no-good motherfucka over there done got my goddamn drawz all soggy. I'm savin' them for later…”

The two of them go back and forth, puffing and popping shit. And it's just the distraction I need.

Jah'Mel attempts to lift his head. “S-s-s-sorr—”

I gently place a finger up to his swollen lips. “Shhh. Don't.” I am surprised to hear my own voice softly say, “It doesn't matter. I
forgive you.” I quickly glance over at Booty and Darius, then lean in as best I can and whisper in Jah'Mel's ear, “But be clear, nigga. The
minute
you're healed, you're going to owe me.”

“I-I-I g-g-gotchuuu.” He coughs. Blood and spit come gushing out of his mouth.

I quickly step back, shifting my handbag from one arm to the other, glancing over at Booty and Darius. “I'm out of here.” They're both looking at me as I head toward the stairs. “You
might
want to get him to the hospital before you end up with another body on your hands.”

Booty glares at me, flinging her hand at me dismissively. “Sugah-boo,
boom!
Darius, walk Miss Pasha, girl, up on outta here before I forget my manners ‘n' get messy on her. And you
know
I
don't
do messy.”

He smirks, taking another pull from his blunt, then passing it to her.

I ignore the bitch. The last thing I hear her say as my foot hits the top landing is, “You see what you done did, nigga-coon?!”
Slash!
“You got me 'bout to get messy on Miss Pasha, girl's ass. Why you do me, goddammit…?”

Slash!

The basement door shuts, muffling out the agonizing sound of his grunts and groans.

Danger and desire are sometimes wrapped up in one…

“Y
o, you good?” Lamar asks, noticing the agitated expression on my face as I step out the door and start walking toward him. He quickly goes from leaning up against his SUV to straightening his body, glowering over my shoulder. “You need me to handle sumthin'?”

“No,” I say through gritted teeth as he opens the door, helping me in. “Just get me the fuck out of here.” He waits for me to slide in, shuts the door, then walks around to the back of the truck, lifting up the cargo door.

Jah'Mel's severely beaten body creeps into my head. Him tied up, hanging naked, and bloody. I glance over at the barbershop one last time. Take in the barber's pole, then the bold red lettering etched across the large window.

G
UTTER
C
UTS.

Mmmmph. Gutter is right! I'm going to need to rethink how I engage Cassandra's crazy-ass in any more of this. That bitch is too damn messy, and real reckless.

I fish inside the front flap of my handbag, pulling out my ringing phone and glancing at the screen. I roll my eyes, sucking my teeth.
Oh, no, sweetie. I don't think so. I've had enough of your ass for one night.
I press the
END
button, fastening my seat belt and settling back in my seat.

The cargo door shuts. A few seconds later, Lamar is behind the wheel, clicking his seat belt in place. He looks over at me. “Yo, e'erything aiight? What the hell popped off in there? You walked up outta that spot lookin' mad tight.”

I catch a faint whiff of his cologne. And inhale, breathing in with it the image of Jah'Mel's long, black dick, hanging between his smooth, muscular, blood-streaked thighs. The only part of his body not broken, busted, or bloody.

Thick. Beautiful. Mouthwatering.

My nipples harden at the memory of it. His dick stamped in my mind, causing a slow throb in my clit. My pussy heats.

The nasty dick lover in me wanted to reach between his thighs and grab it, yank it, squeeze it…stroke it. The slutty me wanted to drop down on my knees—right there in his puddle of piss, to sniff it, kiss it, lick it…suck it into my mouth.

I struggled to keep my hot, trembling hand from cupping his balls, squeezing them, manhandling them. Fought to keep from dropping down low and flicking them with my tongue, licking along the thin line across the center of them, bouncing them on my tongue, then sucking them into my mouth.

Oh, I was so tempted, but…no.

I pull in my bottom lip, shifting in my seat.

Mygod! Really, bitch? You're really sitting here thinking about sucking on that nigga's dick and balls. Are you fucking serious right now? Have you no shame? Have you forgotten he's one of the niggas who kidnapped your dick-sucking ass? And you're sitting here fantasizing about gulping that nigga's dick down in your throat. You're out of damn control. Mmmph. How much more slutty can your scandalous-ass get?

I blink the image of Jah'Mel's dick away, looking over at Lamar, swallowing down the saliva pooling in the back of my mouth.
“That bitch is fucking crazy.”

He turns the key that's already in the ignition. “So,” Lamar prompts. “You wanna talk about it?”

I shake my head. “No. I'm not going to put any more energy into it tonight.” I swipe my bang from out of my eye. “I have more important things on my plate than getting caught up and dragged into her damn shenanigans.”

He eases away from the curb. “I feel you.”

I unfasten my seatbelt, scooting over a little and reaching over into his lap, running my open palm over the crotch of his jeans. “What I want you to
feel
,” I say low and seductive into his ear, “are my soft lips wrapped around the head of your dick, then sliding deep into my wet mouth.”

He grins. “Oh, word?” The truck accelerates, runs a stop sign.

“Don't kill me, though.”

He chuckles. “Nah, never that. I'm def not gonna ever let anything happen to you, Pasha. You're special cargo.”

I nip his earlobe, then coo into his ear, kneading his stiffening bulge. “Oooh, that's right, lil' daddy. Keep me safe.”

He grins. “No doubt. Uhh…”—he glances down into his lap—“you see what you doin', right?”

“No,” I say coyly. “I don't see it. But I sure
feel
it. Nice, hard dick. Mmm. My pussy's wet and I'm so…
fucking
… horny.”

“Oh, yeah? So what's good then?” His eyes leave the road for a split-second to take me in. “I told you,
any
thing you want,
what
ever you need, I got you. Whenever, however, Pasha.”

The way he says this, the way he looks at me, I know he means it. “Right now I
want
to suck this dick.” His left hand briefly leaves the steering wheel. “I
need
to slide your dick down into my wet throat and suck out that nut.”

“Mmmmm. Damn, ma. You sure know how'ta get a muhfucka
rocked.”

His seat slides back as my fingers unbuckle his belt. His hand is back on the steering wheel. I inch down his zipper. Pull open the flap of his pants. Lamar reaches his right arm over toward the passenger seat, resting his hand on the headrest while I attempt to fish out his semi-erection. After several frustrating seconds of trying to maneuver it, coax it, from out of his underwear, I rip open the slit of his boxers and it finally pops out. Hot. Eager. Ready.

I gently squeeze it, then lightly graze the head with my fingertips. Blood quickly rushes through it, and his dick stretches, thickens…comes alive. He turns right onto South Orange Avenue.

I stroke him slowly. “You want this throat?”

“Hellz yeah, baby.” He runs a red light. I smirk, leaning into his lap, unlatching the hinges of my lower jaw and taking his whole dick into my lipsticked mouth, swallowing it down into my neck until his coarse pubic hairs are tickling my lips. I feel my pussy melting into my panties as I bob my head up and down in long, deep strokes, my lips gliding along the length of his shaft, my tongue swirling, then sliding back down to tongue his balls.

I crane my neck further into Lamar's lap. Slurp his balls into my mouth, then gently roll them around in my mouth, my wet tongue swirling figure-eights over them.

Lamar moans.

“Yeah, baby, suck them big balls…mmmm…aaah, fuck…you got my shit tinglin'…”

I lick his throbbing shaft, slide my tongue over the slit of his dick, then lap up his sweet, sticky pre-cum before fucking him back into my hungry mouth, then back down into my greedy throat, rapidly bobbing my head.

“Aaaah, fuck…damn…mmmph…ya head game is sick, baby.”

I pull all the way up from his shaft to the head of his dick, suction my lips around it and suckle, allowing my tongue to twirl over and around it, then plunge back down to the base of his dick. I ease my lips along his length, slurping, gurgling, gobbling, as I fuck him in long, slow strokes in and out of my mouth.

“Aaah, yeah…suck that shit…oooh, that's it…mmmm…that shit feels so fuckin'…good!” He floors the pedal as I swallow him back down in my throat, super-soaking his dick and playing with his wet balls. My lips and tongue are making love to his head, my tongue swirling over its top, my lips milking it. Before long, his wide dick is back down in my neck, stretching and filling it.

His moans get louder as the car speeds up. I imagine down Oraton Parkway. I feel the car jerk to the left, then veering to the left around what I think is the ramp for the Parkway toward Hillside to pick up my car. Lamar's right hand is now on top of my head, his fingers looping through my hair as I deep throat his dick.

The loud slurping sounds I am making fill the SUV, becoming the music to Lamar's moans. The suck-fuck sounds intensify each time the head of his dick pops out of my throat and brushes up against my uvula. The delicious sensation strikes a match inside my pussy.

After a few more seconds, I come up for air, panting, trying to extinguish the sparks in my cunt that will soon erupt into a roaring fire.

“Damn, Pasha…fuck…you know how'ta suck the shit outta some dick.”

“Oh, I'm not done, yet, lil' daddy.” I swoop my mouth back down over his spit-coated dick, refilling my neck, caging in his cock, and turning up the throat motor, humming, vibrating my tonsils. I flatten my tongue, extend it as far as it will go, then flick it across
his head. A molten river of saliva spurts out of my mouth, splashing down around Lamar's balls, soaking the front of his underwear.

He makes a growling sound.

I speed up my neck swab; the head of Lamar's dick rapidly brushing back and forth under my uvula, then back down past my tonsils, stroking the walls of my throat.

I am so wet. The deeper his dick goes, the wetter I get. The sweet, musky heat of my pussy steams the windows. Lamar's right leg shakes, the car swerves, but he quickly regains control of the wheel.

He grunts.

“Ohshitohshit…fuckfuckfuck! Yo…hol'up, hol'up…we got… motherfuckshit…hol'up…”

He tries to pull me up off of him, but my jaws are locked around his cock. I'm in a zone, gobbling him down into my greedy gullet.

I fuck him into my juicy, hot mouth until the head of his dick swells and his thick creamy nut hits the back of my throat, flooding my jaws.

I suck and swallow, suck and swallow until…

Something slams into the back of us, almost tossing me forward, as numerous gunshots ring out.

“What the hell? What is that?” I attempt to lift up, but Lamar forces my head back down into his lap.

“Stay down. We got muhfuckas tryna get at us.”

“Ohmygod!
Whaaat?!”

My heart drops into the center of my cum-filled stomach, knowing whom the culprit behind this shit is. Jasper. And I'm fucking pissed. Again, this motherfucker has niggas trying to get at me. I'm convinced he's not going to quit until he's fucking dead.

I force myself out of Lamar's grip, lifting up and swinging around in my seat to see who is behind us. It's a dark-colored SUV.
The windshield is tinted too dark for me to see who's inside.

The vehicle slams into the back of us, again. Lamar swerves over into the left lane, floors the engine, then swerves back over into the other lane, zigzagging in between the few cars still out on the parkway this time of night.

I put my hands on the dashboard and brace myself. There's only one way I wish to die. And that is, in my sleep. Not from being mangled up in some high-speed car chase, or from being shot up by some crazy-ass, gun-wielding niggas. But if we don't somehow get the fuck out of this situation,
quick
, my fate may be sealed by one of the two… or both.

“This motherfucker is really fucking crazy!” I snap, half to myself.
Where are the fucking state troopers when you need them?
“His motherfucking ass is not going to be satisfied until I have him zipped in a fucking black bag!”