Naia laid in bed spent. Damn, that was the shit. She sighed, nodded, agreeing with the notion in her head that she didn’t want to say. Her eyes glanced over slowly, Tarik was laying there, still. Quite. A smile came to her lips. She had did that.
“Tarik,” Naia said his name softly.
He didn’t respond. She let her hand touch his arm. “Baby,” she tried again. Still nothing.
She frowned and pulled herself up getting closer to him. “Tarik.” She shook his arm. His eyes were cracked and his breathing scarce. “Oh my God! Tarik!” He was completely unconscious. She quickly got up and grabbed the phone calling 911.
“Yes, what’s your emergency?”
“I have a man here, um he’s out, unconscious. He’s barely breathing!”
“Ok, can you tell if he has a pulse?”
She frowned. “I said he’s breathing, look, I don’t know CPR can you just get an ambulance out here fast!”
“What’s your address?” she gave the dispatcher her address while throwing a shirt over her titties. The woman said that because she didn’t know CPR that she wanted to stay on the phone with her until the ambulance got there. She put the phone down to put on her panties and some sweats. It was 3 o'clock in the morning and she had only known Tarik for a week. She didn’t know the man’s illnesses, his conditions, none of that shit. They’d fucked once before and nothing had happen, so she was shocked as hell that he was passed out in her bed now. “Shit…” she said to herself.
The woman must have heard her cause she started asking questions she hadn’t asked at the beginning. When Naia heard her start she rolled her eyes.
“So how did this happen ma'me?”
“Is that something that I can explain to the paramedics when they get here?”
“Well its helpful for us to know, if there may be anyway we can help over the phone.”
She took a heavy breath. “We were fucking and he passed out afterwards.”
“Do you know of any heart conditions, or-”
Naia was now just pissed. “Look, I’m sorry but imma just have to tell the people that get here the same shit, so for the sake of not repeating myself I’m just gonna wait on them. Cause no I don’t know of any…” her eyes kept going over to him.
She went back over to that side of the bed and looked at him again. He was the same as before.
“Tarik. Tarik.” she called the second time a little louder than before.
“Damn. Oh, I hear the ambulances.” She said to the dispatcher.
“Ok.” The woman was probably just as anxious to get off the phone with her. She didn’t mean to be rude, but she was scared and didn’t know how else to react.
They knocked twice and she answered on the third knock.
“Oh thanks so much for coming.”
“Hey, where’s the guy?” A white guy holding a bag with latex gloves on, asked her.
“The bedroom.” She pointed in its direction and two men and a lady rushed there.
“Ok well, they will take over from there.”
Naia’s attention went back to the woman on the other end of the phone.
“Ok, um thanks for waiting, sorry, but ya know this is just crazy.”
Naia ended the call and went into her room. They were performing CPR on Tarik. He seemed lifeless.
“So what happened here?” The woman asked as the guys worked to try and get him to start breathing again.
“Well, we had sex and less than a minute later, this happened.”
“Does he have any kinds of conditions, or anything?”
“Not that I know of but honestly I’ve only known him for about a week so-”
“Ok, have you two had sex before?”
“Yes, and nothing like this ever happened.”
“Was there anything different about this time, did you two take anything. Ecstacy or any other kinds of drugs?”
“No I didn’t. I don’t know what he did before we went out tonight. And he didn’t mention anything to me.”
Naia took a deep breath and put her hand on her head. She started to feel dizzy.
The woman paramedic saw her change in behavior.
“Ok, sit for a minute. I don’t want you to pass out too.”
“We gotta get him out of here, I don’t have a pulse anymore.” The man that was making compressions on Tarik’s chest suddenly said.
“Oh shit!” Naia jumped up.
“Ok, look calm down. What’s your name?”
“Ok, Naia, just stay calm for me. Do you want to ride in the ambulance with us?”
“Ah,” she looked around, silently thinking on did she want to go at all.
“Um, yeah.” She said finally. She threw on her black and red Nikes, and followed them out.
After an hour and a half she was leaving the hospital.
The hospital had checked her out too, because of the dizziness and she was good, just shaken. Her girl Tiffani had just arrived to pick her up.
When she pulled up Naia got in.
Tiffani looked at her as if she was picking her up from a mental institution. Naia looked a mess.
“So what the hell happened? Why are you here?”
“What? Are you serious? How?”
“Look, Imma tell you but…ah fuck it, people are gonna find out anyway. We were fucking and he hadn’t toldl me that he had this rare heart condition. He passed out and died afterwards.”
“Damn. That’s some real shit right there.”
“You…didnt do no like extra shit right, that might have…” Tiffani said glancing over at her slightly.
“Nah girl, what the hell is extra anyway?”
“I don’t know, just I mean , shit I don’t know. I just aint neva had a dude croak after I gave him some.”
They were silent for a minute as Tiffani finally started to pull off.
“Poor Tarik.” she was silent a minute. “Well you know what that means, right?”
Naia shook her head, “What does it mean?”
“You got that killa pussy girl!” she said looking over at Naia with a slight smile. They stared at each other for a minute, Naia trying to figure out if her friend was making a joke at a serious time or just saying some shit. Naia shook her head.
“You know that’s not right. This aint a joke Tiff, it’s some scary shit.”
“Yeah, you’re right, I’m sorry, I was just trying to make you feel better.”
She took a deep breath, “Its ok. But can I sleep over your place tonight?”
“Yeah you can.” Tiffani said with a smile to her, then reached out to hug her.
Naia gave her a reassuring smile in return, hoping the same.
The next day was Saturday. Naia headed back to her house right after she woke up. She wanted to leave the whole night way behind her. Plus she had work to do. She was a writer and her first novel was due out in three months. She had finishing touches to dedicate her time too.
Tiffani dropped her off and offered her home up again until Naia was straight.
Naia thanked her but knew she’d have to get over it somehow. She told Tiffani she’d call.
Ms. Keller came out her house as soon as Naia reached the top of the stairs.
“What happened last night. I saw the paramedics here?” she nosily asked with no hesitation.
Its funny her name was Ms. Keller, but the irony was that the bitch could see and hear, better than the damn CIA.
“Nothing happened. A friend of mine, just got sick.” Naia said while fumbling around in her purse for her keys. The more time she spent outside listening as her keys jingled around but her still not being able to grab them, and more Ms. Keller stood there eyeing her, the more frustrated she got.
“Oh I thought something had happened to you until I saw you get in the ambulance with them. He must have really been sick to have them come.”
Naia just nodded her head feeling relieved as she finally grabbed hold to her keys.
“Well is he ok?” Ms. Keller proceeded to stick her nose as deep into Naia’s business as she could get.
“Look, I don’t know. I’ve had a long night, I just want to do some work and get some sleep. No offense Ms. Keller.”
Her damn dog hadn’t stopped barking since she’d opened her door. His little fluffy ass. Naia always said if she caught that little dog alone, his ass would go missing.
“Will do. ” Naia said walking into her house.
“Not. That nosy ass lady aint finna know my business.”
Naia looked around her apartment.
She hadn’t even noticed last night, the trail of clothing that led to her room.
Tarik’s black pants, her dress, bra, panties, boxers, tie and shirt.
She thought of the night. He had picked her up and took her to The Escape, which was an upscale night club. They’d eaten hor’ dureves and shared a bottle of Chianti. They had had drinks, but that was never a question, the doctors or paramedics had asked. Even with the explanation of what had killed him, she still worried if the wine had contributed. Her mind went back to the night.
She had looked into his dark eyes. His hair, a slightly ragged afro. He had previously had dreds and was growing his hair out again. Then was the half goatee he wore. And that smile. She had seen him many times before but it had only been a week that they’d shared each others company. Tiffani had been the one to tell her just to go up to him one night, and they’d been talking ever since. Naia wasn’t the type to take her time with things, other than her books. But when it came to men, if she wanted them, she didn’t hesitate. She gave it up to Tarik on their second night together. It wasn’t a constant thing with her, but it wasn’t rare either.
Tariks sex was nice. It was easy, gentle, graceful…the first time. Last night dude fucked her like he was trying to become apart of her, so she matched his intensity. It was hard, and rough sex. But it was the best- still with just enough gentleness to remind her she was a woman and not an animal. After he came he laid beside her and well, took to his death.
She shook the thoughts from her head and started gathering his clothes from the floor. She put them in a bag. Then gathered the sheets and comforter from her bed and threw them in a bag too.
The last and most important thing was to take a shower. It had to have been the longest shower she’d ever taken. She scrubbed every part of her body, washing each part over and over again.
After her nerves had calmed down enough and she was done cleaning every part of her house. She finally sat down with her laptop.
Cynthia had finally come to a conclusion that she needed the one thing she had let go…
She typed. The phone started ringing in the same second.
“Hey Naia…I have some news girl…you know that painter you like a lot- Tarik something? Well I just saw on the news that he died.” Her home girl Natasha said all in one breath.
“WHAT? That shits on the news?”
She rushed to the television and turned to the news catching the tail end of the report.
“His work will go on display and be sold with the profits going to a charity he sponsored.”
“How did they say he died?”
“And stretch ladies- lets not be lazy, this isn’t child birth, its Yoga, come on.”
“I want to kill that bitch.” Tiffani whispered.
Naia looked over, “Shh, shes just doin her job, relax.”
“Nah but why she gotta be all smart and shit?”
“Ladies.” The Yoga instructor cut her eyes over at where they were.
“Less talking, more stretching.”
Tiffani began to say something but Naia stopped her.
After their workout they went to get a bite at a small eatery down the street from the gym.
“I’m quittin that class.”
Naia rolled her eyes. A brotha walked by their table on the terrace just as their waitress was coming over.
They notice his glance. Tiffani’s eyes lingered but Naia’s didn’t. She looked down and began to study her menu.
“Hi, Becky here! What can I getcha?” she asked with a Mickey Mouse Club smile.
Naia and Tiffani busted out laughing at the same time.
“Damn that’s some energy Becky. Let me just get a water.” Tiffani ordered.
Her smile stayed put despite them doggin her style and told them she’d be right back.
The brotha that had been staring continued to look over from time to time after he had sat at a table alone.
Tiffani noticed and nudged Naia.
“Girl do you not see that fine chocolaty thing over there tryna get your attention?”
Naia looked up and then looked away.
Tiffani was silent a minute then sighed.
“You know that you gotta start dating again right.”
Naia just shook her head and stayed with her eyes glued to the list of salads that the restaurant offered.
“What happened…its not gonna happen again. Its not like it was your fault.”
“I’m just not interested right now.”
“Naia you are a best selling author. Your getting paid, your hot and sexy and have a lot of shit going for you, yet you don’t have a man to share that shit with.”
“And I don’t need one.” She said calmly.
“This just isn’t like you.” Tiffani shook her head.
“Tiff, you can say what you want, but this is my life and my decision and that shit is still too fresh for me right now. So let me do me and you do you.” She concluded just as Becky was bringing their waters to the table.
After a decent lunch from the eatery, Tiffani and Naia parted ways. Naia had a cocktail party to attend that night with her agent Michael. He was a flaming diva that was funny and outgoing, but his best attribute was that he took care of business well.
Naia loved writing but she despised the parties. Her only motivation was pluggin her new novel, It Aint Over Till It’s Over. She could dig the book signings though, there she could be herself. She dressed well as she usually did. A slim fitting satin dress accentuating her smooth curves. Her fingernails had just been manicured recently and looked good still. She fixed her hair up and curled it a little letting it fall past her face. Her make-up was light and not caked on, but just enough to highlight areas. She sprayed on some of her Vera Wang perfume and waited for Michael to call and say he was downstairs with the limo.
Not even a minute after Naia sat down to check her e-mail, Michael buzzed her place.
She opened her door and smiled. She was so happy to be ridden of Ms. Keller as her neighbor. The first thing she had done when her book was released was move her ass across town. She bought a nice condo in a more secluded area. She had her peace and privacy and loved it.
“Michael, it seems I know less and less people at these parties. I thought it was supposed to be the opposite. I’m supposed to be knowing people the more I go to these things right?” she whispered into his left ear, as they moved throughout the done up conference room filled with, promoters, agents, editors, and representers of all genres from art and poetry to just the well known blacks of the area.
“You just mingle. These things are always filled with new faces. That’s opportunity baby. Do ya thing. Imma hit this side, you work the other one.”
He said nudging her towards where the hor’ derves were displayed. Naia posted up by an ice sculpture and started sampling different meats and cheeses that she saw. She’d mingle in a minute.
“Champagne?” a waiter came by with a tray of champagne flutes and asked.
Just as she was grabbing one off of the tray someone bumped into her and knocked her champagne all down the front of her dress.
“Wha-” she said shocked at what had just happen.
The waiter offered some napkins off the table just as Naia turned to see who had just assisted her with an unwelcome champagne shower.
“I’m sooo sorry.” A man stood there holding a napkin and plate in the other hand. He threw both down on the table and began searching for something. He spotted a towel on the waiters waist and grabbed it then started rubbing her down with it. Naia snatched it from him.
“I got it. Damn you didn’t even see me standing here huh?”
“I, I was- not paying attention, I’m so sorry though.”
Michael made his way over to where all the commotion was at.
“What the hell happened?”
“Look we don’t need an audience, this dude just ran into me. Its fine, just champagne.”
It was clear that her dress was messed up.
She excused herself to the bathroom.
When she came out, the brotha was standing by the door.
Naia just shook her head.
“There something else you wanna decorate my dress with?”
“I don’t think you believed my sincere apology when I gave it, so I had to make sure I got you alone to tell you again.”
She looked the man in his face. The one that she hadn’t noticed when he was rubbin the towel over her stomach and titties to clean the mess he’d made. As she looked at him, she didn’t deny that she had gotten a little excited by his actions before. And that she was extremely attracted to him. He was about 6'4 with dark brown skin. Bout the color of roasted almonds on a summer afternoon. His skin seemed lickable. Suckable. Shit just plain edible. His hair was barely above bald, with only a slight amount cut evenly over his head. He smiled at her staring, even though she was not smiling, just a blank stare, he still curled his lips anyway. And she noticed a dimple. Naia turned away, and felt him move in.
He got down on one knee and looked up at her.
“What are you doing?” she frowned and moved back.
“I don’t care who sees me right now. I’m not leaving until you accept my apology.”
“Did my agent set you up to this. Michael!” she called out.
“Didn’t nobody do nothing. I just cant stand upsetting this beautiful best selling author and sending her home with Cristal stains on her gorgeous dress.”
She smirked. “You cant do anything about my dress though.”
“Yes I can. Want me to show you?”
He got up off his knee. “Lets get out of here.”
He took her by the hand and she couldn’t help but follow.
“Back to my apartment, my girlfriends got plenty of dresses.”
Naia snatched her hand away from his grasp. They had just made it outside.
“Look nigga, I don’t know you and you seem crazy as shit. Now, leave me alone. I’m going back to the party.”
He laughed hysterically as if that shit was the funniest he had ever heard.
“I’m just playing. I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Who the hell are you?” She asked finally, after they had spent more than enough together without her knowing.
He looked at her, and stopped his kidish behavior for the first time since they literally bumped into each other.
“Ezell. I represent Kente Productions.”
“I know people from Kente, but never heard of you.”
He laughed again. “I know.”
Michael made his way outside after seeing Naia leave with Ezell. He hadn’t gotten a chance to tell her that cussing out Zee wasn’t the best thing to do. After all he could be a big impact in her career.
“Naia you out here? Oh-” He stopped when he spotted them talking.
“No, its ok. I was just about to tell you I cant do this tonight. I have a headache and my attire isn’t very presentable.” She mentioned glancing at Zee.
“Well the limo driver had another run to make. He’ll be back at the end of the party.”
“I’ll take you home.” Zee offered.
Naia shook her head, then gave Michael a desperate ‘save me’ look.
“The man’s offerin Naia, I mean I can always call a cab, but if you must go now…” he diverted his eyes to Zee. Naia sighed then turned around to face him.
“You don’t mind? I live across town.”
He stood with a smirk planted on his lips and his hands deep within his pockets.
Michael came behind her and hugged her, then whispered in her ear. “Network your ass off, this is a good thing. Goodnight, I’ll call tomorrow.” With that he turned and was gone before she could utter a reply back.
Naia sat on his couch and looked around.
I cant believe I’m here, she thought.
His place looked as if it had never seen dirt in all its existence. She felt like she should have taken a shower before she walked up in the spot, just to make sure all the residue of outside didn’t enter his dwelling.
“Why you looking so stiff?” He asked out the blue.
“I’m wondering why your actin like this is a date.” She let her eyes trail him as he walked over and handed her a drink before taking a seat beside her.
“I asked you to take me home. Look, I know you might consider me a new kid on the block, but I already got my deal, I don’t need your assistance and I’m defiantly not
“Shhhh.” He said then stared at her a minute while her bottom jaw was on the ground. She counted to ten in her mind and began to take it to his ass.
“You talk to much. I’m not tryna fuck you. I know you don’t owe me shit.” He said just as calmly as he sat and sipped at his Henny and Coke.
“Truth is I hate being at those parties, and I wanted to leave.” He laughed. “You didn’t seem to want to be there either.”
“Yeah but that don’t mean I wanna be here, what if I wanted to be at my own house?”
He leaned in. “Then you would have told me to take you home after I said I needed to stop at my place.”
He had made a good point. Naia was silent a minute, she was actually trying to just be nice and courteous at the fact that he was extending himself in the first place. She sipped the drink and leaned back into the pillows.
“I have a reputation to uphold.”
They looked at each other.
“You feel hot?” she asked, taking her hand and fanning her self.
“Yeah, I do.” He leaned in and placed his hand on the pillow behind Naia. He brought his perfect plump lips to hers. She kept her eyes on him as he came close to her. She watched as his tongue came out of his mouth and touched her shiny closed set of lips. His tongue licked the bottom one of hers, then brought his lips together and sucked it. She closed her eyes and let him do what he wanted. His right hand made its way up to her hair and un fastened the tie that held it until it fell over her shoulders and his hand. She opened her eyes, and looked at him admiring her.
“I thought you didn’t wanna fuck me?” she said in a low seductive tone.
“Who said I do. Maybe I just wanna fuck witchu.” He smiled, then took his thumb and dragged it across her nipple over the thin satin. She hadn’t worn a bra that night because the dress didn’t call for one.
Her nipple perked up as soon as it was called.
She inhaled then exhaled deeply, letting it out within his face.
“Sounds like your body’s calling.”
“Don’t answer.” She said with her eyes still closed.
He placed his mouth to her nipple and grazed his teeth over it. His hands were securely placed at her waist, resting his palms on her hips. He took one hand and ran his finger down her flat stomach then breathed heavily on the area between her titties.
“Hey, this is Zee, I'm…” he licked, “Busy at the moment, tryna,” he squeezed her hips, “handle bizz, ya know.” He trailed his finger all the way down until it was at the hem of her dress, peeking over the edge. “leave a message,” he edged down and kneeled where his fingers had just been. “And I promise you,” he breathed hard against the inside of her thighs, “I will get atchu,” he kissed the left, then the right of them, “As,” he got closer, “soon,” closer, “assssss,” he took his finger, moving aside her lacy confines, and opened her freshly shaven lips, “possible….I want you to leave a message at the beep. Beeep.” He slipped in his tongue and began eating Naia’s pussy like he was trying to get an Oyster out of its shell. She arched her back and threw her legs around his neck, urging his body up closer to her body.
“Mmm,” he moaned as he licked up a taste that was solely specific to her. Her clit, moved under his tongue, as he sapped up the liquid around it, and sucked at it as if it was a miniature dick.
Naia threw her head back, “You like that baby?” she asked as he spread her legs and held them in place with his hands.
“This sweet shit is incredible.”
She spread her fingers and placed her palm on the back of his head, smoothing out his soft hair under her touch and slowly pushing him deeper within her wet core. Her nails dug into the base of his neck.
“Uuughh,” Naia squeezed her eyes tight and her legs too, as she felt her body spit a warm liquid out, and just as it oozed down the crack of her ass, Zee’s thick tongue was again on the job. The tip of it making its way within her ass hole and the rest of it gathering her cum and absorbing it within his taste buds. He sucked at her ass cheeks and each lip individually.
“Ok, ok.” Naia said backing up into the pillows and breaking up the action.
Zee moved his head for a minute.
“Wass up? Don’t you know you don’t never mess with a nigga when he’s eating?”
Damn, she said in her mind.
“Look baby, not to lead you on, but I cant do this.”
He chuckled, then got up.
“I told you I didn’t wanna fuck. But your fine as hell, and,” he licked his sexy ass lips, that were still wet from her cum sheen.
“I just wanted to make you cum.”
Naia was a little bit stunned. He wasn’t tryna do no more. They were both still completely dressed except for the fact that her panties were still pushed to the side, and her pussy was barely being covered by her dress and throbbing like hell for her to stay and have ol boy finish the job.
What the hell is wrong with me, where is my dignity? She asked herself, as he stared back at her, before returning his lips to his glass for another sip.
She adjusted her panties back and straightened her dress.
“Um,” she didn’t know what to say or how to react.
“Well, since you did what you brought me here to do, can you take me home?”
She asked before grabbing her drink and finishing it before setting it back down.
He looked at her like, surprised by her ability to deep throat a drink like that.
“Yeah lets go pretty lady.”
He said while getting up. She looked at him a minute then got up too.
Ezell got out and walked her to her door when they arrived at her place. She turned to him.
“I don’t even know what to really say right now.”
He smiled and showed his sexy ass dimple, while licking his lips again. Naia’s pussy was beating like shit, begging her to invite him in for seconds.
“So you really didn’t wanna fuck me?” she asked just to make sure that his intentions were really to just lick her until she burst on his face.
He nodded and then slowly approached her, before burring his face in her into her neck and kissing a couple spots before sucking a sensitive area for a second.
She threw her head back again. And closed her eyes. He was doing what he said he was going to do; Fucking with her, and she was allowing it.
He moved his hand up and started caressing her nipple again, first the right and then he brought his other hand up to work the left one. He was tweaking her to ecstasy. She silently wished that Ms. Keller had been her neighbor still at that point so that she could come out and witness this man driving her crazy.
“Touch me again,” she whispered as her pent up desire peaked and shouted that she needed what he was giving and so much more.
He obliged her. He picked her up, pinning her between the wall of her condo and his masculinity. He slid his index and middle finger into her soaking wetness. Her legs wrapped around his dark coat. His designer dress pants sopping up her juices as they spilled out onto him in front of her. Her aching sweet spot feeling the steel stiff piece of large dick he had behind the confines of his slacks.
“And yet, I’ve done what I wanted babygirl.” He said against her cheek.
It had been six months since her pussy had even been touched let alone worked like it was an employee for Donald Trump. He was doing things to her that she had never felt, and didn’t want to stop, even though her mind was telling her to resist. And it seemed in so many words Zee was also.
“Fuck you.” She said through closed eyes and clinched teeth.
“What?” he stopped and looked at her.
“I hear what your saying but just fuckin stop if you don’t want me, why are you carrying on like this then?” she asked feeling annoyed.
“Cause you asked me too. I’m being a gentlemen.”
Naia frowned at him and pushed him away, as he put her down.
Without another word to him, she unlocked her door, opened it and closed it behind her.
Zee stood there being both shocked and turned on by her actions.
He chuckled to himself then put his hands in his pockets and walked away.
“So did you impress Mr. Richards?” Michael asked picking at his Asian salad while eyeing a tall thin brotha behind her. Naia glanced back slightly.
“Are you talking to me or that dude right there.” She slightly pointed with her fork.
“Oh I’m sorry honey. Its been a while since I had a date, and I’ve got DOTB.”
She squinted and frowned at the same time.
“Dick on the brain.” He answered her silent wondering.
“TMI.” She answered back.
“Too much information.” She uttered before eating another forkful of rice. Michael laughed.
“Well Zee and I aren’t on the best of terms. Remember I don’t know this dude. So…”
“It’s not about being his best friend. Its about business. He is a businessman, you are a business woman. You’ll need to make some business happen.”
“You’re my agent. You take care of that for me.”
He paused and looked up at her. “Is this about Tarik?”
Naia coughed, then reached for her water, after three swallows she looked at him.
“Huh? What the hell does he have to do with it?”
“Are you kidding? He and Tarik were practically best friends. They grew up in the same neighborhood and went to the same community center to do art.”
Damn, she said in her mind then sighed.
“Well I didn’t know that.”
“Nah that could be a good thing, ya’ll have something in common. Or better yet someone. Talk to him about it.”
“I don’t think we’ll be seeing each other anymore.”
“I doubt that.” A voice said coming from behind her.
She turned just as he was coming to the table.
“Hey Mike, mind if I talk to your little star right quick?” Zee asked.
Michael laughed, “Nah, this salad isn’t helping my thick figure anyway.”
He got up and kissed Naia’s forehead. “Do your greatness babe.” He said to her then scurried to catch up with the guy he’d been eyeing the whole time they’d been sitting there.
“Why you act like that?” He asked getting comfy in Michaels seat.
“Why are you here? Are you a stalker? Shit I didn’t even give you the pussy, usually I have to at least do that.” She looked away and sipped her water. She was trying to insult him.
“I like you. That’s all it took.”
“Wow, they are wrong saying that all black people look alike. You do not look like the guy sitting there just a minute ago. Can I get you something?” The white chick that had been serving Naia came over unexpectedly and said.
Naia gave her a crazy look. “Damn ya’ll just don’t care no more huh? Ya’ll are bold as hell sometimes.”
“Oh my bad.” She looked at Naia and said.
Naia waved her away, “Let me get the check.” she told her before the server left.
“Look, I wanted to tell you that if I offended you at all that night, I’m sorry. Those weren’t my intentions.”
Naia leaned in, “So what were they? To make me look foolish and fast by sleeping with you because I slept with ya best friend?”
“Huh?” he looked confused.
“Are you trying to ruin me as a writer. Ruin my career before its barely existing? Look Tarik and I-” she said seriously upset. His face turned stern.
“I don’t take anyone insulting my boy. You may have a problem with me, that’s fine. But Tarik is dead and has nothing to do with this.”
“Oh really? So you didn’t know I dated Tarik briefly before he died?”
“So you didn’t know that I was with him the night he died?”
He leaned in. “Are you serious? You’re the broad he was bangin when he had a heart attack?”
Naia’s shock returned and she got up, reached into her purse and pulled out a fifty dollar bill, then threw it on the table and walked away.
The heat from her speed radiated off her tires once she had finally returned home.
“That son-of-a-bitch. How dare he-” she stopped herself realizing that it was obvious he hadn’t known about the relationship between her and Tarik. After all it was still too fresh for anyone to really know about. But still, his words has stung her and brought her back to the reality from which she had drifted. She needed to cool it out. He had tempted her away from her vow to keep the pussy on lock and had gotten close to giving it away that night. Now that she was back to her senses, she wouldn’t slip up again.
“I’m mad you wont go out with me. Ladies in and drink free don’t happen everyday. That’s like a bitch done won the lotto, you better take advantage and act like you know.”
“My shit is on the Essence best sellers list and the New York Times best sellers, who needs the free nights shit, hell I can walk up in there on any night and get in free. You my girl you should know. We not riding off that save ya pennies binge no more.”
“So get with it and bring your ass out tonight.”
“I cant though. Got homework. These books don’t write themselves you know.”
“Well I certainly don’t wanna disturb the artist at work. But you owe me.”
She sighed. “Well I can either call a flunky co-worker to come or spend a night calling booty call niggas or work it out with Mr. Thick Stick my-”
“Ahh eh eh. I don’t care what you do ma, just do it. We’ll talk soon.”
“Ok.” After they hung up. Naia hopped in the shower to relax herself. She was still a little hyped from earlier.
After spending damn near an hour soaking her body under the warm shoots of water, she dried herself and sat on her bed to lotion herself up. She rubbed the sweet smelling rose scented body cream over her smooth limbs and closed her eyes. Her mind drifted to Zee and the magnificence she could just imagine he held. From all that he had shown her from simply eating her pussy, there was no telling what other things he could do. She squeezed out some more lotion and rubbed it up and down her stomach, then on each titty. Taking her time, circling her perking studs and massaging them. She remembered how they had felt when Zee played with them, making her nipples long to be sucked by his lips. Naia trailed down until she was at her plump golden brown thighs. She worked the lotion into her skin, starting from her knees up the inside of her thighs until she was knocking on the door of her pussy.
“Come in, mmm.” She caught herself saying out loud.
A knock at the door startled her thoughts and made her jump a little.
“I mean, wait. Hold on, I’ll be right there.”
She threw on her black silk robe that flowed out behind her as she walked. She looked through the peephole, knowing that she wasn’t expecting anyone that night.
She saw a manly figure but couldn’t make it out because he was standing off to the side.
“Michael?” she called out before she opened the door.
“Well damn,” she said answering the door.
“What do I need to do to rid myself of you?” she asked standing in the door way. She hadn’t caught a good glance of him, until the door was completely opened. He had on jeans that fit him all too perfectly, and a Sean Jean collar shirt that hung over his defined frame like Diddy had tailored it specifically for him. And a black leather jacket over that.
He was posted up with flowers in his hands, staring at her body wrapped in her silk robe like he could actually see what was under it.
“I’m sorry for earlier. I mean it.” Zee said offering the flowers to her.
She looked at them. Tulips. She liked Tulips. She took them from him and smelled them.
“Thank you. Fresh flowers at almost midnight. A nice touch.” She offered in a slightly sarcastic tone.
“We started off on the wrong foot, I think. And I just wanted to make sure you know that no matter what happens. I really think you’re a special lady and meant no disrespect by my comment earlier. I can…see what Tarik must have liked in you. A lot.” He said with a serious, yet soft and sincere look on his face.
“Oh yeah…like?” she asked playing with one of the pedals on the flowers.
“You’re an amazing talent. Your, sexy as shit. You have a sweet yet stinging spirit that makes you unique. Yet over all your very well rounded and fine as hell.” He concluded with a flash of his dimple. “And that’s just what I know about you.”
“Well,” she offered a slight smile, “Would you like to come in?”
“Sure,” he hesitated a minute but then walked in past her and began looking around.
“Thanks.” Naia sat down with the flowers in her hands still.
“Listen, I want to explain this to you because, your actually the first guy that I have gotten close to since Tarik. I liked him. I didn’t know him all that well, but I was feelin the type of brotha he was. I never knew that he had a condition and I’m sure that he didn’t know how severe it was or he would have been taking, certain precautions. But ever since, I’ve been just,” she thought for a second, “apprehensive about getting close to someone. I mean you can only imagine what that could do to a person psychologically.”
Zee nodded, seeming like he understood where she was coming from.
“I understand. Look, I like you Naia. And I have a harder time with words, but maybe if you let me…” he leaned in and kissed her chin. Then the corner of her mouth, before finally settling on her lips.
“Well I got you Tulips for a reason.”
“Whats that?” Naia asked.
“I’d like to explore both sets again, if your let me.”
She looked off to the side, “How can one argue with that?” she asked before smiling.
He leaned into her neck and began trailing kisses along her collar bone. Before she melted completely she stopped him and pushed him back slightly.
“What’s wrong?” he asked with a concerned look.
“Is there any health issues I might need to know about? Anything at all for that matter?”
He smiled sincerely and looked in her eyes.
“I am healthy. I have annual physicals every six months, and just had one recently. I’ve had a STD and HIV test two weeks ago. All clear. And the only thing that runs in my family is high blood pressure and allergies. My blood pressure is fine, thanks to my religious fitness regimen. I’m ok, trust me.”
She felt much better knowing that. “And you?” he followed.
“Oh my doctor cant get rid of me. I’m healthy.” Naia confirmed.
“With that said, come here.” he said curling his index finger towards himself.
She seemed to float over to him as if air picked her up and brought her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and let his tongue go back to exploring the inside of her warm mouth.
They sat together on the couch as Zee worked on undoing the knot in her robe. Once he had it loose and released the tie, he opened it to admire the beauty underneath it.
Naia laid back and stared at him with one finger in her mouth, admiring him admiring her. He took his large palm and gently ran it over her titties and stomach.
“Zee…” Naia said through a slight whisper. “You’ve tasted me and now seen me, you’ve felt me and now…I want to do the same.” She said in a sexy tone followed by a smirk and her leaning in to take off his jacket. She threw it behind the couch, the followed, doing the same with his t-shirt. Naia unlatched his belt and pants and he rose slightly so that she could pull them off of him. Naia didn’t expect the beast that consumed her eye site after his pants and draws had been taken off. Nigga was working way over above average. His dick had to be a ten inch fucker and she hadn’t even begun to get him pass only a little stiff.
What a humble nigga with such a big dick, she thought.
“Don’t be scared now, you got that lethal shit, I gotta come with something right?” he said in response to her blank stare. Her eyes met with his after his comment.
“ I don’t run from dick baby, I fuck it, suck it maybe, shit ive been known to kill some dick, but neva eva be scared of one.” Naia said then took his hearty meat within her fingers. She spit onto her hand and the dick then massaged a minute before bringing her mouth down to the head of it. Naia worked with her hands and tongue enough to bring Zee to tears. She licked it up and down relaxing her throat and driving it as deep as she could get it.
“Ugh.” he moaned. Nigga was hyped, moving underneath her. She kept her work going as if he wasn’t reacting at all. He began pleading for her to stop. She kept her focus. She was in control, he didn’t run shit. She let the head of his dick bang the back of her throat until she heard him call out that he was about to cum. She pulled it out a little then pumped it until he skeeted. She aimed his dick for her chest and stomach and rubbed the head of it over the cum, spreading it in different areas. Zee sat, sprawled out, panting heavy as hell.
“Don’t underestimate a bitch baby. Not even a professional one. Lets go.” she said getting up and pulling him up too. He didn’t say a word, still trying to catch his breath.
They made it to the bedroom and she pushed him onto the bed.
“Damn, you get kinda rough don’t you.” he said with as Naia crawled towards him with a sleek smile planted on her lips.
“I just like to feel good, you know how that is don’t you?” she asked and started to play with the cum that still adorned her body with her finger before placing the finger in her mouth and sucking his juice off.
“Mmm, you do taste good.”
He watched her, loving the freak he was being introduced too.
Naia’s hands returned to Zee’s dick. She seductively pumped and licked at it until Zee was at his full length again. A beautiful site, of a sexy ass black man with a big ass hard dick. How could Naia resist crawling on top of that and showing him what she’d been holding back. She couldn’t and didn’t resist. Just straddled his lap and he watched with fire and desire in his eyes. Rick James would have been proud, she was about to pull out the super freak.
Her pussy was wetter than a monsoon in South Africa as she slid down slowly, biting her lip at the feeling of every rig and curve of his monstrous member. She squeezed her own titties as she began to bounce up and down. His strong hands grabbed both of her ass cheeks tight. His nails digging into her soft flesh. Her nipples throbbed behind her strong grasp as she worked up the tingle in her pussy so that when her peak hit, it would hit hard.
Zee’s face held a look of frustration and pleasure all at the same time. Naia stared down on him as her hips and pussy rocked to an invisible rhythm, one only knew to her in her head. “You like this shit?” she asked getting more intense with her movements.
“It’s good as fuck, damn, I cant hang.”
“You better, this pussy doesn’t like to be disappointed.”
She stopped riding and released his dick, then crawled to the end of her bed and threw her body over the edge, while spreading her legs and sticking her pussy out.
“I wanna give you a chance to impress me.” she didn’t hear him say a word, but felt his body maneuver on the bed before he grabbed her hips up and brought his fat dick back to her pussy. She felt him fill her up and start pounding hard as fuck. He showed her pussy no mercy what so ever, but it was what she wanted. She shrieked out 'Oh’ and 'Yes’ like the words were going out of style. He had to keep pulling her back from slipping out of his grasp. Her hands were on the floor and her head held pressure from the blood rushing to it because of her awkward position, but it was her favoritest way to get fucked; making her orgasms more intense and a sensation like nothing else.
“Take this shit.” he demanded.
“You take this shit, punk ass nigga!” she yelled back.
Zee laughed, then dug deeper, throwing his dick, determined to make her bite her words.
Naia continuously rained on him. Her juice squirting out around his pipe like that shit was about to bust. She grabbed the sheets under her, pulling them until her and Zee fell onto the floor. Zee continued to fuck her as if they hadn’t just hit the ground. His dick was still deep inside of her. Sweat covered his body and dripped onto hers as each muscle he had flexed and tensed with every movement.
“Damn, you know what the fuck you doin.”
Naia smiled as her body shook and rocked at each pounding sensation. He pulled her up so that her ass stuck out more, and he had better access to find the ending to her pussy. His chest pressed and slid on her back as he struggled to hold onto her and not bust a nut. She handled his strong deep strokes knowing that with all he was giving it’d only be a matter of time; she’d have to regain control of the situation. Sex was where she ruled. It was her first love.
“Hold up Zee.” she said putting another halt to their action.
“What?” he said under heavy breaths. He stopped moving.
“Shhh, I got this daddy.”
She slithered from under him and turned around with a smile, then pushed him back against the bed and had him sit. He looked spent, with his whole body wet and his faced flustered, yet focused. She looked down at the tool that had put in the most work. It was covered in substances from each of them. Naia moved her hair to the side and put her mouth over his dick again, slurping up the wetness from it and then bringing her mouth to Zee for a kiss. He obliged and let her tongue roll over his while tasting what their body’s had produced in his mouth. Salty yet sweet sensations overtook his taste bud and brought him to another level of ecstasy with the lady before him. Naia continued to tongue him down while taking her place on his lap again.
Her hand made its way to the base of his stick and assisted with the insertion. She felt herself cum as she came down on it completely and rolled her eyes from the pleasure she felt. She rested her legs on the soft black carpet under them and let him pull at her nipples with his lips and teeth, while her pussy took great swallows of his dick. She leaned back, extending her titties for his access. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling past high off of what they were sharing. When she opened them, she noticed one of her oiled candles on her dresser nearby, and a lighter right beside it. She reached out and grabbed it, while continuing to move up and down each inch of Zee. She lit the spick of the candle and watched the light form into a solid flame, a sweet tropical scent filled the air around them. Zee threw his head back and wrapped his muscular arms around her body as she brought her pussy down with force.
“Is this how you always fuck?” he asked, his expression saying that he was succumbing to a weakness he’d never felt before.
“Yes.” she offered firmly, before lifting the candle and pouring the warm liquid onto their conjoined silhouettes. At first it startled Zee, seeing the drop come from the steamy candle but once Naia began rubbing the oil in, he relaxed. She rubbed soft at first but then with more force.
“See baby, the bedroom is my playground. And I’m like the kid at recess that runs shit.” Naia grabbed the bed behind them and began to fuck harder.
“Anything in the bedroom, becomes mine.”
“Yeah, really. So this dick,” she whined her pussy in firm circles over and over again, “This dick is mine.”
She grabbed the back of his head, and stroked his hair as her pace quickened.
“Say, 'this dick, is yours,’” she demanded as if him saying it before wasn’t satisfactory to her.
“I cant,” he moaned. His eyes tightened and he held her tighter.
“What?” she asked, annoyed with his disobedience.
“Baby, chill take it easy.” he managed to say.
“I’m not doin shit until you say it!” she yelled.
Zee attempted to hold her and force back, and show her who was really the one in control, but his strength was completely gone.
“This dick is yours Naia.” he said.
She stared into his distorted face as his body grew stiff from a nut approaching.
“Your gonna cum for me?” she whispered in his ear.
“Yes,” he managed through clenched teeth as he let go of her and grabbed the carpet under him. Naia rode Zee’s dick like she was a feen for what he had and needed the hit.
“Cum daddy,” she coaxed him on.
“AAAAaaaahhhh, FUCK!” he yelled out as Naia hopped off of his lap but grabbed and continued jacking his dick as cum shot from the tip like a glacier. He strained and tensed up for a minute while she watched with a smile.
The final drop squeezed out and Naia licked it up from her hand, fingers and the head his flesh, putting a thrilling end to a hellified nut. Zee laid out, to spent to do anything else.
Naia smiled and looked around the destruction of the messy bed and the half burned out candle sitting off to the side. Then to the man sprawled out before her, laid out from a good fuck.
She nodded her head, pleased with what had just happened…
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