Thirsty (11 page)

noticing a few grim expressions. “He called these niggas right out and
they don’t know how to take that shit,” she giggled.
I looked around and noticed the confused expressions also. “That’s right. It’s ’bout time somebody checked their asses,” I
replied as I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I saw Sapphire looking over
my shoulder smiling. I turned to see J.T. standing there smiling that
same sexy ass smile that had made me lose focus that night at Nine
Three Five.
“Hey stranger,” his voice boomed.
I slid out the booth and gave him a hug as his muscular arms encircled my waist. I must have held him a little too long because I heard
the sound of someone clearing their throat and it dawned on me that
we were not alone.
“Oh, damn, I’m sorry, J.T. This is my girl, Sapphire. Sapphire,
J.T.”
I made introductions and watched as they casually shook hands
then J.T. introduced his cousin.
“This is Red,” he said while keeping one hand on my waist. I noticed
that J.T. was now wearing the jewelry that Red had been wearing the
night we’d met. I thought of how corny it was for them to be sharing
jewelry like that.
After introductions were made we all slid into the booth. J.T. and
I were side by side and Sapphire and Red were opposite us. One look
at the gleam in my girl’s eye is all it took for me to know that she was
digging this dude. I had even given her the raised eyebrow gesture,
letting her know to tread lightly because I knew how easy it was for
her to get caught out there. And the fact that this dude was cute
wasn’t doing anything but making matters worse. Red was light brown
skinned, muscular built with hazel eyes and short, wavy hair. This guy
was Sapphire’s type all the way around!
We all ordered drinks and engaged in small talk while getting to know one another as the poets continued to do their thing. Soon the conversation turned to Shakim and what he’d spoken on. J.T. and Red had caught most of what Shakim had recited when they had first
entered the café so they were a little up to speed with the topic. “So, you believe all men are like that?” J.T. asked me.
His lashes were so thick I wanted to reach out and touch them. But
I didn’t want to seem too forward.
“I believe all men got a lot of what he was saying in them,” I said,
staring into J.T.’s eyes.
“I feel like if a woman stands behind her man for support and
respect him then it shouldn’t be no problems,” Red interjected from
across the booth.
I looked at him. “Yeah, a man
would
say somethin’ bogus like that.
But I think a woman should stand
beside
her man to be supportive,
not
behind
him.” I looked at Red and rolled my eyes, then continued,
“‘Cause if she’s
behind
him he might end up blocking her vision.” Only a few minutes into the date and Red and I were already
bumping heads. I saw Red look at me with a “Whatever bitch” scowl
and it set me off!
“Niggas kill me with that ole 1922 mentality, thinking women don’t
even have the right to make a decision!”
Damn all that!
I thought.
Anyone who knows Justice knows I’m a very
opinionated woman and I don’t give a damn who don’t like it. I say what
I mean and mean what I say. Because those who matter don’t mind and
those who mind, don’t matter!
J.T. must have sensed my frustration because he changed the
subject, tuning out his cousin and Sapphire. He wanted me to tell him
a little about myself, so I told him what little I wanted him to know.
He seemed satisfied with it and didn’t press the issue. I also found out
a little about him.
His real name was Joaquin Turner, and I joked him about it because
that was also my uncle’s name. He told me that he was originally from
D.C., but had been living in Charlotte for a few years. He also said that
he was the owner of an import/export service and a trucking business. I also found out that the jewelry and Hummer belonged to
him,
and not his cousin like I had assumed. This man had it goin’ on. Fine as hell
and
paid! I was thinking that maybe I’d have a little fun with him before I released my goons on him. Because I just had to have me some
of that dick!
After getting to know one another a little better over drinks, we
all decided to head to Skyland’s restaurant on South Boulevard for a
late night bite to eat. Sapphire and I both drove, so she decided that
she would park her car at her aunt’s house. J.T. and Red followed us
in the Hummer as we made the small trek from Skylar’s café to the
Wilmore neighborhood where Joy’s mother’s house was located. The
drive only took a few short minutes because the neighborhood was
only blocks from the café. Soon after leaving the café we were pulling
into Sapphire’s aunt’s driveway. While Sapphire was parking her car I
saw Joy peep her head out the front door being nosey. After securing
her car, Sapphire flipped Joy the bird before hopping into the Chrysler
with me.
Sapphire huffed as soon as she shut the door. “You see that nosey
bitch?”
“Yeah, I saw her tired ass,” I replied while pulling out of the driveway
and backing out into the street.
During the ride we discussed our plans for the remainder of the
night. I already knew if J.T. suggested that we go somewhere to be
alone a sistah was
out
! It was understood that Sapphire would have to
take my car if it came to that point.
Sure enough, J.T. asked the magical question as soon as we’d finished
eating. We were in the restaurant’s parking lot standing beside his truck,
hugged up like school kids. He had kissed me slow and deep with those
sexy ass lips and had my kitty leaking juices in anticipation. He whispered in my ear, “You tryna stay wit’ me tonite?” His impressive erection was pressing into my mid-section due to
the height difference. I ran my hand across his stomach and discreetly
let it brush against his hard dick before dropping my hands to my side.
With pursed lips and squinting eyes gazing out at the sparse traffic on the road, I was faking like I was giving his invitation some thought. My mind was made up hours ago. I was wondering what had taken him
so long to ask.
I gently pushed him away while smiling my sexiest smile, letting
him know my answer without verbally speaking it.
“Let me holla at my girl for a minute,” I said in a soft tone. I walked over to my car where Sapphire and Red were standing.
They were engaged in conversation and I could tell Sapphire was all
into him by the way she kept smiling and twirling her hair between
her fingers like an awestruck teen. I approached them and told Red to
excuse us for a minute as I steered Sapphire back towards the restaurant. On the way back inside I yelled over to J.T. that I’d be right back,
I was going to use the restroom.
Once inside the restroom I began to lay out the game plan. “Look, you gotta take my car,” I handed her the keys. “I’ll be by to
get it in the morning. You good wit’ that?”
“You ain’t gettin’ ready to call Monk an’ nem is you?” Sapphire
asked while dropping my keys into her purse.
“Nah, but I need to find out where this nigga lives. But first, I think
I’ma milk this cow for all it’s worth. Starting with that dick!” I walked over to the mirror and checked to make sure I was still
flawless before teasing my hair and reapplying the lip-gloss that J.T.
had licked from my lips.
I asked her “What’s up wit’ you and ole boy?” “He cool as hell. I like ’em,” Sapphire replied
I looked at her in the mirror with a stern expression and stated,
“Aiight now, you know this is only bizness. Don’t mess around and get
caught out there.”
“Caught out there? You the one actin’ like you an’ that nigga finna
tie the knot,” Sapphire replied. As I moved aside, she took my place in
the mirror.
I laughed at her remark.
“That just goes to show how good of an actress I am. Got yo’ ass
fooled already, huh?”
I opened my handbag to make sure my “baby” was still there. I
closed it back and smiled wickedly at Sapphire.
“You know I’m ’bout to get my freak on, right?”
She laughed at me.
As an afterthought, I grinned and added, “Giiirl that nigga’s dick is
huge.
You hear me?”
I was opening the door to exit the restroom when I made that
comment.
Sapphire laughed again. “Bitch you is crazy!” She was still in the
mirror playing in her hair, making sure her do was still tight. Moments later, I was climbing into J.T.’s truck. Unsurprisingly, Red
was getting into the passenger’s side of my car with Sapphire. I was
hoping that she was really aware of the fact that she was indeed playing
a role because I knew how naïve she could be when it came to cute
niggas.
Once I was in J.T’s truck, I purposely sat so that my short skirt
would rise high up on my thighs. As predicted, J.T. could keep neither
his eyes nor his hands off of my thick legs. During the ride to his house
he would momentarily reach over and caress my thighs while licking
his lips as if he could already taste my silky skin. I smiled inwardly as
he sat there obviously lusting for me and fantasizing about what he was
going to do to me once he got me to his place. Little did J.T. know, I
probably wanted him more than he wanted me. I was in so much heat.
My pussy was bubbling as I anticipated the feeling of all of that dick
sliding up in me from every angle. But I played it cool as I sat back and
tried to focus on the television screen that was hanging from the visor
in front of me.
As if my shit wasn’t already wet enough, the old school movie
Love
Jones
was playing and Nia Long was in the middle of getting long
stroked by fine ass Lorenz Tate. I had to squeeze my thighs together to
try to soothe the sudden throbbing sensation I was experiencing. I was
so ready to slide over there and wrap my lips, both sets, around J.T.’s
dick, but I didn’t want to cause an accident so I stayed grounded. I looked over at his fine ass and felt my clit jump.
“This big ass truck can’t go no faster?” I whined.
He smiled, knowing my reason for asking, and then he put the
pedal to the metal, because I knew the anticipation was killing him as
well!

I was thinking,
Damn, I wish I could wake up like this every morning
.
With both hands I reached down and grabbed the head that was between my thighs licking me with expertise.
The previous night had been crazy as hell. Me and Justice had met J.T. and his cousin Red at Skylar’s and we ended up separating at the Skyland restaurant. Justice had left with J.T. and Red had ended up riding with me. I had taken him by his place and decided not to join him inside. Instead, we talked for a few minutes, exchanged numbers and kisses before I’d left to head home. On my way home I’d gotten a call on my cell from a familiar voice asking if he could come over. I was already a tad bit horny from Red’s kisses and caresses, so I told the caller to come on over.
I knew my girl would give me the third degree if she knew I had
this
guy lying up in my bed, so I chose to keep it a secret from her. I just couldn’t help myself because his dick-game was on point and his head-game was off the meter!
He was in the process of feasting on my pussy like it was his last meal. I pulled my knees toward my chest like I was about to cannonball off a diving board, allowing him better access to the kitty as he licked me slow and deep. When I felt that tingling sensation in my toes and those tiny contractions in the pit of my stomach, my legs started involuntarily kicking like I was pedaling a bike. He had me climaxing.
“Oh, my, God…oh, my, God…oh, shit…mmmph…oh, sh…” I screamed.
I had to let my legs go in attempt to escape the assault his tongue was making on my clit. He had sucked my nub until it was at the point of sensitivity to where I couldn’t take it any longer.
He tried to continue to eat me but I had to push his head away. After finally getting the hint he slid his body up mine and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips. He then used his knees to nudge my legs apart and aimed his stiff dick at my opening. I felt the tip of his penis easing into my slippery hole, which was already soaking wet from his oral ministrations. This nigga felt so good penetrating me. There’s nothing in the world like the feeling of that initial penetration that stretches your walls upon that first thrust.
When he had only half of his length inside me I gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness. His thick dick felt delicious, but I had to stop him and make him strap up because he was up in me
raw dog
. I placed my hand on his stomach and gently pushed him back as I scooted my hips backwards away from him until we became disconnected.
I told him, “You know it ain’t even goin’ down like that.”
I was pointing at his enormous, unprotected dick, which was glistening with my juices. It was throbbing and looking so powerful with those thick veins protruding from the shaft.
I heard him release a frustrating sigh as he crawled off of me and reached for his Coogi shorts to retrieve a Magnum. I smiled as I watched him roll the XL over his rigid penis. Just the thought of him being seconds away from penetrating my shit again had me throbbing. I just loved big dicks, and this guy was hung like Mr. Ed!
As he neared me again, I rolled over onto my stomach and tooted my ass into the air, inviting him to hit it from the back. There was just something animalistic about getting fucked from behind that drove me wild. What really got me off was the act of having my ass slapped and my hair pulled, and every once in awhile being grabbed around my throat and choked a little was a turn on. That painful pleasure always triggered multiple orgasms deep within my core.
He pulled me by my waist, urging me to rise up on my hands and knees, doggie-style. I complied and felt him spread my ass cheeks and then he guided himself back into my wetness again. He knew this time I wouldn’t make him stop.
“Ummm, shit, fuck me!” I demanded as I felt him plunge into me with such force it seemed as if I could feel him in my throat! “Oh. My. God! Oh. Yeah!” I screamed.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged with just the right amount of force to send a shiver down my spine. At this point he already had me gone, but when he started slapping my ass as he thrust deep into me I lost it! I thrust my ass backwards, matching him stroke for glorious stroke while gripping my sheets in balled up fists. I was holding on for dear life. My screams and the sound of his palm spanking my ass, coupled with the sound of our sweaty thighs slapping together was echoing off my bedroom walls.
He fucked me until we were both breathless and I would’ve sworn on a stack of bibles that I came at least six times during that episode. When he was about to come he pulled out, snatched off the latex, and ejaculated all over my back and ass. The feeling of his hot cum running down between my ass cheeks made my clit pulsate. I fell flat onto my stomach with exhaustion. I was purely satiated as I basked in the afterglow of so many mind-blowing orgasms. He slapped my ass once more for good measure, causing me to smile as he climbed out of bed and headed towards my bathroom to take a shower. I turned to watch him walk away and silently reflected on how this man and I had ended up screwing like we were a couple.
It had happened a few days after Justice and I had been at Nine Three Five, the night of the Embassy Suites robbery. I’d bumped into him at a gas station the following Sunday evening on Beatties Ford Road while I was on my way to Hornet’s Nest Park. He’d just left from the park and was on his way to South Park to the Cheesecake Factory to eat. He was gassing up his motorcycle and had asked if I wanted to join him for dinner. I accepted his offer only because I was hungry as hell and the Cheesecake Factory was my favorite spot. Besides, I’d never been the one to turn down a free meal so I followed him to the restaurant.
We talked over dinner and I found myself becoming intrigued by how smart he was. He was very knowledgeable in certain areas some men twice his age wouldn’t have the slightest clue about. I also took a good look at him and noticed for the first time how handsome he was. He had me looking at him and wondering,
What if
…
We exchanged numbers and he called me the next day to invite me out for drinks, and once again, I accepted. This time we ended up back at my place, in my bed having some of the wildest off-the-wall sex I’d ever experienced! He had put that
beast
head on a bitch and turned me out that night. Needless to say, he had a bitch fiending for his ass ever since.
I snapped out of my daze when I heard, “Ay, Phire, you comin’ to wash a nigga’s back or what?”
His sexy ass voice was echoing from my bathroom as I heard him turn the water on in the shower.
I yelled back, “You wore a bitch out! I’on’ think I can walk right now!” I was smiling and I knew he was smiling also at the thought of having just blown my back out!
Just then my phone rang and I let it go to voicemail, thinking that I’d just return the call later. Then I thought it might have been Justice because I had her car, so I reached for the phone but it had stopped ringing. I picked it up to check the message, hoping it wasn’t her saying that she was on her way to get the Chrysler because I definitely didn’t want her to see
him
! I punched in my code and waited for the message to kick in.
I was surprised to hear my Cousin Joy’s voice say, “Sapphire, this is Joy. I know we ain’t getting along right now, but we still blood and I just wanna let you know about them niggas you and Justice was with last night. I know them niggas. Red and J.T. is snakes! Girl, just be careful around them niggas.”
“Fuck you, stop hatin’!” I spoke into my phone as if Joy could hear me.
I erased the message and closed my phone before climbing out of bed to go join this sexy ass nigga in my shower for round two. I donned my shower cap to keep my hair from getting wet and entered my bathroom with a wicked grin glued to my face. He was in the shower trying to sing and I thought his off key crooning was so cute. I pulled back the shower curtain and just stared for a second at his amazing body before stepping in with him. There was no conversation.
Moments after stepping in with him I was on my knees trying my best to deep-throat what seemed like thirteen inches of dick without gagging. My eyes watered every time the head of his throbbing penis tapped my tonsils, but I held on and took him for a ride. Oral love was all he was getting this round because no matter how bad I wanted it, I surmised if there was no glove, there would be no love.
I made him come again, this time on my tongue and all around my mouth with a little dripping from my chin as I looked up at him smiling. The look in his eyes told me that he loved that nasty shit.
He finally got a chance to finish bathing and then he exited the shower while I stayed in and let the steamy water from the spraying showerhead caress my skin. My pussy was throbbing and kind of sore, but that
good
kind of sore that let’s you know you’ve really been fucked! I opted to take a bath so that I could soak for a minute. When I had finished bathing and finally exited the bathroom I re-entered my bedroom and heard him on the phone with a cab company, giving them my address. He was almost fully dressed as I strode past the bed where he was seated. He was tying up his brand new Prada tennis shoes. I grabbed my robe from the lounge chair and tied it at the waist before opening my walk-in closet.
“Why you call a cab? You know I’ll take you wherever you need to go,” I commented from the closet.
“Nah, I’m cool. I gotta take care of some binness. You know how it is,” he replied while clicking on my television with the remote.
“Oh, okay I was just offering.”
“I know. That’s good lookin’, but I’m straight,” he replied while walking over to where I was at.
I was still standing in my closet searching for something to wear for the day. He walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist.
He asked, “When I’m gonna see you again?”
“You know the routine, just call me,” I cooed as I put my hands atop his and slowly rocked in his arms to the beat of Beyonce’s video as it blasted from the tube. We stayed like that, with him holding me in his arms for a minute.
I smiled and whispered over my shoulder, “Don’t start nothin’ you can’t finish,” because my body had begun to tingle again from the mere feel of his arms around me.
He playfully swatted me on the ass as he laughed and let me go.
“You got that. I wish I did have time for round three, but you know how it is when the streets call. A nigga gotta answer.”
He walked back towards my bed to take a seat. As soon as he sat down we heard the sound of a horn blowing in front of my house.
“Damn, that was fast.”
He went to peep out the window to see if it was the taxi that was blowing.
“Yo, that’s my ride. You can damn sho’ tell this ain’t the projects, fast as his ass showed up.”
We both laughed.
“I’ma hit you later, aiight.”
He was grabbing his jewelry and cell phone off my dresser as he spoke. He approached me again and gave me a wet, passionate kiss before turning to leave.
“Lock my door on your way out,” I said to him as he was exiting my bedroom and heading for the front door. As an afterthought, I yelled, “Be careful!”
“I’m always careful!” he yelled back just before I heard my front door open and close.
I found the outfit I’d been looking for and placed it on the lounge chair where my robe had been laying, then walked over to my bed and begun snatching off the sheets, which were stained with our juices, and headed down the hall to my laundry room. I was almost at the door to my laundry room with the sheets in my hand when I heard the unmistakable sound of gunshots coming from up the street from my house. I instinctively gasped from the shock of it all, and then purely out of habit I hit the deck!
As quickly as the shooting had started, it had stopped just as abruptly. The next thing I heard was the sound of screeching tires zooming off in the distance.
As I lay on my hallway floor my heart was racing a mile a minute. In the back of my mind I just knew whatever had just happened, had happened to the man who had just left my house.