Ruthless (9 page)

“I held that nigga down his
whole
goddamn bid, okay. Anything he wanted or needed, he got it. Every collect call, I accepted. Every goddamn visit, I was there. With a smile on my face, and an ache in my heart, I was any-and-every-thing Jasper needed me to be. And each time I left those visits, or hung up from his calls, or
stepped out of his embrace, I was still an angry, frustrated, horny bitch.

“I
know
what I was doing behind Jasper's back was fucked up.
I
was cheating on him.
I
was lying to him. At that time I didn't think sucking a nigga's dick was cheating, since I wasn't being
fucked
. But it was, it is, cheating; period. Yet, I wasn't doing anything that he hadn't been doing to
me
when he was out on the bricks. Still, two wrongs never make it right. The thing is, Stax, my sucking dick had nothing to do with purposely trying to wrong Jasper. It was about
me
needing an outlet;
me
needing a little something on the side to take the edge off until Jasper came home. But guess what? The closer Jasper was to coming home, the more I indulged. I got caught up. The more dick I snuck out to suck, the more dick I wanted. And the more reckless I became.

“I did what I did while Jasper was locked up. Again, I'm not saying that made it right. Cheating is cheating, no matter what. But I wasn't
fucking
or
sucking
any of his damn cousins. And none of them niggas were grinning up in his damn face, while fucking me like Felecia, you, and everyone else had been doing in mine.”

“C'mon, Pash,” he laments, lowering his voice. “I don't wanna beef wit' you. My bad if I got you feelin' like I was tryna come at ya neck. I'm just sayin'…how you gonna fault me for fallin' back ‘n' keepin' shit on the low? I didn't do it to hurt
you
. You know…”

I push out a frustrated sigh. “You know what, Stax. Don't…” There's a knock at the door. “Hold on a sec.”

“Aiight.”

I get up from my desk and walk over to unlock the door, then open it. Mel is standing in the doorway holding up two large, take-out bags from one of my favorite Chinese restaurants. P.F. Chang's.

“Since it looks like it's gonna be a long night,” he says, a slow
grin easing over his lips, “I bought
us
something to eat.” He licks his lips. “You
hungry
?”

I step back, letting him in, along with the intoxicating aromas of Asian cuisine. “Listen, Stax. I gotta go.”

“Cool. I'ma hit you later.”

I raise a brow, glancing over at Mel as he stacks the papers scattered on my desk into a neat pile, opens up napkins, then places containers of food out, turning my desk into a mini buffet.

“For what?”

Stax's voice dips low; his mouth must be pressed closer to the phone because it now feels as if he's standing right here next to me, his lips flush against my ear.

“There's sumthin' else I wanna talk to you about…” I can almost feel his breath on my skin. I feel myself starting to heat.

“Oh, yeah? What's that?”

“I'll hit you up later tonight. What time you headin' home?”

I glance over at Mel. He's moved one of my desk chairs over to the side and is sitting in it with his long legs stretched all the way out; his large feet crossed at the ankles. I strain not to stare at the lump in his pants. Fight to not run my hand along the deliciously thick outline of his dick bulging and stretching against the fabric.

I blink back my filthy, slutty thoughts, stepping out of my heels. I shift my cell from one ear to the other. “I don't know. But you know how to find me.” I end the call, then turn my attention to Mel. “Soooo, what was that about being
hungry
? I stay hungry.”

He grins. “Then come get fed.”

My gaze slowly drops to the center of his lap again, then quickly shifts to the containers of food.

I swallow.

Sweet Jeezus, give me strength!

Even the most focused niggas can become distracted by a dose of good pussy…

M
y cell keeps buzzing. It buzzes and buzzes and buzzes, snatching me out of a delicious slumber. I pop one eye open, glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand. 6:42 a.m.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I groan, rolling over onto my side.
Whoever it is, they can kiss my damn ass!

My back is now facing the annoying sound. I am naked, lying in bed, the scent of last night's—well, early this morning's—fucking still lingers around the room. The sheets still damp from sweat and cum. The taste of Stax's cock still clings on my tongue, remnants of his last nut—the one he popped just before he rolled out of my bed, slipped back into his clothes and let himself out. At 4:12 a.m., that's what time it was when I rolled over and peered out of one eye, watching him watching me before he walked toward the bedroom door. My only words to him, before he quietly snuck out were, “Make sure you lock the door on your way out.”

“I got you,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at me, then shutting the door behind him.

After about six minutes, the double chirp of the alarm panel in my bedroom alerted me that he had finally gone. That's when I drifted off to sleep.

But now this shit…

My cell starts vibrating again and again and again. Then finally stops. Two minutes later, it starts again.
What the fuck?!

I am determined to ignore it. I am not interested in hearing shit from anyone this early in the morning.

I am exhausted.

My pussy is well fucked. Sore. And still wet.

I press my thighs together.

Fucking Jasper! Asshole! You fucked my cousin. And now I've fucked yours. Mmmm… And he fucked me soooo good, too!

But we still ain't even, nigga. Not until you feel what it's like to be violated.

I stretch and yawn, pressing my eyes closed tighter. Shit, I had only teased Stax the first time I sucked his dick down at the salon last Saturday night. But, last night, well…this morning, there was no holding back.

I fucked him
raw
. Fucked him every which way without a care in the world. Rode it. Galloped on it. Took it on my knees. Took it on my side. Gave it to him on my back with one leg wrapped around his thick waist and the other up over his shoulder. Thrust it at him pound for pound with my knees bent. Legs up and crossed at the ankles, I let Stax get all up in this juicy snatch.

I fed him my pussy. I rode his face, his lips, his tongue. Smeared my cream all over every part of him, then licked it off.

I sucked his dick, sucked his balls…even sucked the nigga's toes. I licked him all over his rock-hard body. I gave it to Stax good and real freaky. I serviced him the way a real freak-bitch does it. Without limits.

Yeah, he claimed he only wanted to finish our discussion—face to face—when he called last night. And I'm sure he did. But, my mind was already made up by the time I'd ended the call, agreeing to see him.

I was fucking him.

So unless he was coming here to give me the names of the rest of those niggas who had me down in that basement, I wasn't interested in hearing anything other than moaning and groaning and the sweaty sounds of fucking and heavy breathing as we came.

And obviously, he'd gotten sidetracked, forgetting why he'd come to see me in the first place, when I answered the door wearing only a pair of six-inch red bottoms, seductively pulling a big red lollipop out of my mouth, smirking.

Yeah, it was brazen. It was rash. And so out of character of me.

Then again, was it really?

No. I'd been reckless many times before. I'd stepped out of character every time I slipped out into the middle of the night to pop a dick of some random nigga into the back of my mouth.

So what I did in the wee of hours this morning was no different. Well…other than the fact that I tossed discretion out of the window, and threw caution and the fear of getting caught into the wind, and fucked Stax right here—in
my
home, in
my
bed. Something I'd never done with anyone else. Well, okay, lies…aside from Lamar. But we didn't fuck. We sucked. Stax and I
fucked
all up and down these springs.

But who cares?

I was feeling slutty and vengeful. And if Jasper had any of his goons watching me, then I wanted to be sure to give them an eyeful. Yes, I was really crossing a dangerous line last night. Playing a dirty game. But someone has to do it. And it might as well be a bitch like me. Besides, Jasper set out the board game and laid out the rules on how he wanted it played the minute he slid his dick in Felecia.

So now, I roll the dice.

And the minute I got Stax upstairs to my master suite—where,
not more than a week ago, he'd walked in and seen me on my knees, ass up, my breasts swaying, as Jasper fucked me from the back—and he stepped out of his boxers, then stretched his naked six-foot-six, chiseled frame out in the middle of my bed, with his long hard dick pulsing and pointing upward, I confirmed what I already
knew
. I was a bad bitch!

“Fuck, yo,” he said, grabbing his dick and stroking it while gazing at my naked body. “This shit we doin' ain't right, nah mean? But my dick's so fuckin' hard for you, Pash. But, fuck. This some real grimy shit I'm doin' to my fam.”

I let him rattle on, climbing up on the bed. I crawled between his spread legs and flicked my tongue across his huge balls, then slurped each one into my mouth. “Fuck, Pash,” he pushed out in between a low moan. “Aaah, shit, baby, that's my spot. Mmm… fuck…you got my balls tinglin'.”

I grinned triumphantly.
By the time I'm finished with your fine ass, that's not the only thing I'm going to have tingling.

I took his dick into my mouth, teasing the head a little. Then swallowed all ten inches, down past the back of my throat. No gag, no hassle, no fuss. I sucked Stax until his whole body shook. The whole time he was coming in my mouth, he kept saying how what he was doing was fucked up, how he was all fucked up for snaking Jasper like this, how he knew he needed to stay away from me; all the while grunting and groaning and busting his thick load and clutching the sheets, telling me how good my head game was. How he didn't know how he was going to stop wanting this, stop wanting me.

Mmmph. Thought that nigga knew. Now he knows firsthand.

The whole time he was wallowing in his guilt and fighting back the rising surge in his balls, I wanted to tell his ass to shut the fuck
up, to stay in the moment. But, with a mouthful of dick and nut, the only thing I could do was suck and swallow.

So I did exactly that.

Then when I was completely satisfied that I had emptied all of his nut down into my throat, I climbed on top of him, positioning the shaft of his semi-hard dick in between my slick pussy lips. I leaned into his ear, then whispered, “Fuck Jasper. Everything that nigga's done to me has been grimy. He fucked me over. And
now
I'm gonna fuck him. But first, I'm gonna fuck you and this big dick, big daddy.”

I grinded on his dick, sliding my juicy slit up and down the length of him as I stared into his eyes. I leaned in just so, making sure every time I slid back and forth over the shaft of his dick that it hit my clit.

“Tell me you don't want this pussy, Stax, and you can get up and walk out that door, like nothing ever happened. We can both forget how good my lips felt wrapped around this big-ass dick. Is that what you want, Stax, huh? You wanna forget how good I sucked your dick? How I made your toes curl and your eyes roll up in the back of your head? You wanna forget how good my pussy tasted on your tongue? You want me to forget how good your fingers and tongue felt all up in my pussy? Is that what you want? If it is, then get up and stuff all this hard dick back in your boxers and bounce.”

He groaned. “Fuck. Nah, yo. We might as well finish what we've started. You got a muhfucka horny as fuck.” His hands gripped my waist, then slide over my ass where they stayed. We stared each other in the eyes. Neither saying shit for several seconds until he broke the silence. “But, after tonight, Pash, we can't do this shit again, you feel me?”

I nodded my head, not believing that he really believed what he was saying. Judging by how hard his dick was and the lusty look in his eyes, I knew what was coming out of his mouth wasn't what he really wanted. I reached a hand behind me, lifting my hips and pressing the head of his dick up against the mouth of my pussy. I pushed it inside of me. Leaned back on it, then slowly slid up and down on it until my body adjusted, my pussy opening and engulfing him deep into my wetness.

“Now
I feel you. Mmmm…
all
of you.”

I bent over and kissed him, riding his dick in long, deep strokes as I imagined Jasper walking in on us, my ass mid-air, Stax's wet dick gliding in and out of me.

“Yeah, give it to me, Stax. Oooh, yes…all this big thick dick, stretching this pussy…you like how my pussy's stretched all over this big juicy cock…?”

He grunted. “Hells, yeah…aaaah, shit, yo…mmmph… Hol' up, hol' up…aaah, shit…you 'bout to make me bust…” His eyes stayed fixed on mine as he reached up and started playing with my erect nipples, tweaking them, lightly rolling them between the pads of his fingers, before squeezing them together, pulling me toward him and placing each nipple into his wet mouth.

I picked up the pace, clutching his dick, determined to fuck the nut out of him. And just as he announced he was coming, I quickly hopped off his dick and sucked his babies down. Then shifted my body and let him tongue-fuck my orgasm out of me.

I moan, reminiscing, savoring the memory.

Now that he's gotten another taste of this sweet pussy and a double-dose of this knee-buckling deep throat service, there's no turning back. The plan is in motion. Yeah, Stax claims it won't happen again. Whatever! If it does, it does. If it doesn't, it doesn't.
He can keep telling himself whatever he wants to if that's going to help him look into the eyes of his partner in crime. The one
he's
now betrayed by sleeping with his wife.