by C. D. Samuda
“Listen to me, you little twit,” she snarled. “I should just pop a cap in yo’ ass right here and you’ll see who’s the whiny little bitch!”
“With what?” I scoffed. “Your b-b gun?”
Losing my patience, I walked away and trotted up to the entrance of the building before she replied. I left a trail of very colorful phrases behind, words that not even the shittiest pirate would know. I thought I heard her follow me, but I ignored it. It was apparent she lived in the building. Pushing the little incident from my mind, I concentrated on reaching apartment 203 on the second floor.
There was an elevator, but I took the stairs. As I completed the first flight and was on the second, I wondered what a girl was doing on the streets alone at this hour. It was a little past three in the morning. I quickly put her out of my mind and hurried to Zoe’s apartment. Doubling my fist I pounded on the door. I knew her neighbors would complain, but it was critical I find Leroy. I didn’t see his car out front, so I knew he wasn’t around. When no answer came, I continued pounding on the door.
Finally, after some minutes, the door opened. “Shit Kitara, why you always forget your keys?”
Zoe was standing there rubbing sleep from her eyes. I waited for her to realize I wasn’t this Kitara person she was referring to. When she yawned and stretched, her cut off t-shirt rode up on her breast, revealing way more than I needed to see at that hour. I must admit that my two elder brothers’ taste in women was on point.
Where Zoe was the middle class version of the ghetto queen with her fake lashes and weaves, belly ring and tattoos, Rayne was the Nubian Princess, like a Goddess straight out of Africa. Although Rayne was beautiful, I would never dream of touching her. As for Zoe, well that was a different matter, if only to mess with Leroy.
Casually, I leaned against the doorframe and waited for her to acknowledge me. She rolled her neck and scratched her belly before mumbling something else. Then she widened her eyes.
“What the fuck? Braun, is that you?”
“Yep,” I replied, stepping inside like I owned the place. “Where’s Leroy?”
She shut the door and eyed me warily. “I haven’t seen him in a few days. Says he would be away for a while. Why you looking for him?”
“If he was in trouble, where would he go?”
“Why are you really here Braun? Is Leroy in trouble?”
I ignored her question and walked over to where she was. “You know you’re fucking sexy?”
“Down little boy. This is too much for you.”
I chuckled. “You just called me a little boy?”
I knew she was overly protective of Leroy. They’d been together for over a decade. What I also knew was that she was pissed he married Rayne. I also knew that she knew Leroy more than anyone else and would likely know his hideouts. It would take some effort to get some information from her and if I had to fuck it out of her, I would.
“I bet you wouldn’t be saying that if you had my cock deep inside your belly.”
“There are some nice little college girls I know who wouldn’t mind you little playing dolly house,” she said in her condescending tone. “But you stay away from the big girls. They may break you.”
My eyes raked over her smooth caramel skin. The t-shirt dropped halfway down her shoulder revealing her colorful inked angel. The makings of roses could be seen just at the border of the shirt over her right breast. Her body was toned, but not overly so. Her shorts were tight enough to show her camel’s toe and by golly, I felt my dick jerk. In a step I was standing within inches of her. I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her up to me, making sure she could feel the imprint of my cock.
“Little boy you say?” I grated. “Is that a challenge?”
“Let me go Braun,” she replied. “I ain’t in the mood for childish games.”
“When last have you had a good dick, Zoe?”
She sneered. “That is non-o-u-binezz.”
“How about a nice hot tongue that’s just waiting to lick your clit?”
“What?”
“Do you know what that skimpy little shorts of yours is doing to me right now?” I asked. “And how much I want to take these nipples in my mouth and suck on them until you’re dripping wet? And then I’ll lick up your sweet juices…”
“Stop,” she said, pushing against me, her voice somewhat hoarse. “Just cool it.”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about pounding your pussy with my heavy cock since walking into the apartment.”
“Sheeeet,” she moaned, her voice a little breathy. “You talk real dirty, boy.”
“I’ll do more than talking if you stop calling me boy.”
“Like what?”
I pushed my pelvis forward, while tightening my arm around her waist. I could hear her gasp as she felt my cock dig into her belly. Her eyes flew to mine and I took the cue to capture her mouth. For a moment she wrestled against the kiss. Then she was clinging to my jacket. I plunged my tongue into her mouth and swirled it around hers. She whimpered against my lips, tightening her grip on my jacket.
I released her mouth, only to lick the corner of her mouth while easing my fingers under her shirt. I found a nipple that was already taut and I guessed that she was now nice and wet. I gripped the hem of the t-shirt and hiked it over her breast, then dipped my head, aiming for one of those nice pebbled nipples.
I licked and she gasped. I nipped and she moaned. I took a nipple between my lips and sucked gently. She gripped the back of my head as my tongue swirled around it. I didn’t have the patience for a long foreplay so I straightened and eased myself from my jacket while I urged her to remove her shorts.
The hesitation was evident in her eyes and I knew that I needed to do something to convince her I wasn’t playing. My tie was discarded next, and then my shirt. Zoe’s eyes followed my every move as though she wasn’t sure if things were about to get nasty. When I dropped my pants her eyes gorged. Yeah, I had that effect on women.
“Woah,” she exclaimed. “You got some heavy equipment there.”
Reaching for her, I twisted her around and pulled her hips up to my groin. I wanted her to feel the weight of my dick on her ass. Gripping the waist of her shorts I yanked it down, exposing her tight ass. Parting her cheeks and whistled at how wet she was.
“I knew you were hot for me,” I remarked. “I see the way you are always eyeing me, you nasty little cunt.”
At my words her pussy twitched and gushed a little more fluid. I was impressed. The woman loved dirty talk. I would also wager that Leroy didn’t talk to her the way she wanted. Without delay, I plunged my index finger into her pussy. It was warm and slippery. She moaned as I slid it in and out.
“What the fuck?” She complained. “Just fuck me already. My roommate will be home any minute.”
“You got a roommate?” I asked “She can join in the mix too.”
“Just do it already, you nasty fucker.”
“I’m not ready yet, I wanna taste you.”
Pulling her shorts all the way down I knelt and widened her cheeks and went in for the kill. She tasted salty, which told me she hadn’t orgasm in a while. Was Leroy stepping on her? He sure wasn’t getting nay from Rayne and if Zoe was thirsty, it meant that maybe there was a third woman?
She was almost screaming now that my tongue was wiping her juices clean. Zoe was nice and sexy, and got my cock bouncing, but I hesitated on fucking her. I eased back, rocking back on my heels. She twisted around, her face enraged.
“What are you doing?” She snapped. “Finish what you started.”
“Where’s Leroy?”
“You fucking bastard!” She threw a punch my way.
I tried to duck, but fell on my ass. Zoe threw her shorts across the room and was upon me in a second. I tried to ward her off, but she was straddling me. I gripped her hips and flipped her around, landing her on her back with me on top. Her legs wrapped around me, keeping me in place.
“What are you trying
to do, Miss Zoe?” I asked. “I’m not ready to sink my cock into your pussy just yet. You just got to wait like very body else.”
“You bastard, you can’t leave me like this.”
“Then tell me where would Leroy go, and I promise to give you the full length of my cock.”
I was lying between her legs, my cock brushing her opening. I moved my hips, liking the feel of her warm flesh on my dick. Fucking her was going to be good. We stared into each other’s eyes… a battle of wills, while I continued to rub my dick on her clit.
“Arghhhh! Alright, it’s a loft on the north side. I will give you the address.”
I pecked her on her cheek and began to detangle her legs from my waist.
“What are you doing?” She asked. “I said I’ll give you the address.”
“Sorry, I didn’t bring a condom.”
“You jackass!” She shrieked. “Why didn’t you just ask?”
Pushing me off of her, she stomped to her room and came back a second later, tearing the packet with her teeth. She then handed the condom to me. I stood, taking the rubber from her hand and rolled onto my cock. It was a little small. But it would have to work.
Bending her over, I sank my hard cock into her, feeling her close around me. She gasped as I filled her. I held still for a moment, waiting for her to adjust to me. I then withdrew partially then sank deeply into her. With precision, I increased the rhythm until I was pumping hard, feeling my entire body flush from the humidity in the apartment.
Sweat dripped into my eyes while I rode that ass. Her grunts and moans enlivened the room while I waited for her moment to come. Losing my patience, I reached around and flicked her clit with my thumb. She screamed as her walls tightened around me. Her body went rigid as she exploded. I felt her warm cum flood my cock. I continued to ride her hard, until I felt myself release.
As soon as I withdrew I peeled off the condom and walked casually to the bathroom which was located between the two bedrooms. After disposing of the rubber, I washed my hands and face, used a towel I saw hanging there to clean my cock.
When I came out of the bathroom, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw who Zoe’s roommate was. We stared at each other for a moment before realization dawned on her and her face twisted in disgust. But not before her eyes dropped to my dick. Somehow looking at that milk chocolate skin tone, those amazing green eyes, I was floored. I found my belly burning and my dick throbbing like crazy.
“So you this is why you almost ran me over?’ she yelled. “For some pussy?”
“You met him already Kitara?” Zoe asked.
I ignored them both and started picking up my clothes. I dressed slowly, while taking in Kitara’s oval face, her sweet pink lips and those eyes, they made me want to do things to her. Shit, I just fucked my brother’s woman and here I was already fantasizing about another the feisty chick. Gage always told me that it would only take a moment to know… to know when you met the one. I wasn’t sure she was the one, but I was damn sure she was something I wanted. And as soon as I found Gage, I was coming back for her.
I finished dressing and straightened my tie. Kitara and Zoe were talking about me as though I wasn’t even there. Apparently she knew Leroy. Now learning who I was brought another disgusting look from her that was aimed at Zoe.
“You fucked your man’s baby brother?” She threw at Zoe.
“Have you seen his dick?” Zoe countered. “Moreover, Leroy is married to that bitch Rayne and I know he’s been stepping out with others.”
Kitara sighed. “He’s just a kid, Zoe.”
“Trust me, he’s no kid and he’s around your age,” she paused and thumped her finger at me. “That man over there knows how to use that equipment of his. And that tongue is like a weapon.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Oh, don’t pretend like you wouldn’t want that. When last have you been fucked anyway?”
“Just shut up.”
I walked over, reached up and brushed the tip of my finger along Kitara’s cheek. My entire arm was enveloped with an electrical charge. “Don’t worry Kitara, you’ll be mine soon and then you don’t have to worry about me fucking another pussy. You’ll get all the dick you want and no one will ever have to question you about it.”
“You arrogant dog!” She cursed, brushing my hand away. “This pussy is off limits. So keep your dirty dick in your pants!”
Zoe handed me a piece of paper with Leroy’s address and I saluted them both before slipping through the door. As I left Zoe’s apartment, I couldn’t help but think about the dark skinned girl with green eyes. I wondered what her story was. Who was she and why the fuck she was so damn intriguing?
6 – Braun
Along the way I stopped once for gas and coffee at a twenty-four hour service station. Although I hadn’t slept in the last twenty-four hours or so, sleep evaded me. The coffee was to keep my stomach from howling like a hungry bear. Even though I could function almost normally without sleep, I couldn’t say the same about food. And after my stint with Zoe, I was especially famished. But that roommate was giving me virgin dick vibes – had me all hormonal and shit. I felt like I was fourteen again, walking around with a permanent hard on, wanting to jump every pussy I saw. The only difference now, all I wanted was to jump this girl I just met. And as the morning drew on and the further into my journey I got, those feelings intensified.
I never salivated over pussy, especially for one I just met. But I swore by my freshly fucked dick, my tongue was itching to lick her from head to toe. Was her juices spicy like her attitude? Or was she salty yet sweet? These questions plagued me while I journeyed towards the north side. It took a great amount of mental strength for me to push the chick aside and concentrate on the task ahead of me.
It was some time in the midmorning when I arrived at the address which Zoe had given me. The set of snazzy loft apartments obviously used to be an old industrial building. There three similar structures in the neighborhood alongside a few contemporary style buildings. As I came to a halt, a black sedan slowly rolled away from the curb across the street. I parked and watched as the car decelerated and stopped a few meters away.
Curious about the suspicious nature of the other vehicle, I waited a few more minutes before alighting my own car. I didn’t want to get involved in any situation that would delay my mission. After a minute or two, the vehicle drove away.
Alighting the vehicle, I now made my way towards the old red brick building. I took a second to admire the two level structure with double garage doors and an iron grating at the entrance. By my estimation this was a single occupancy unit which would be an ideal place for Leroy. I also suspected that this was originally intended to be Leroy’s permanent abode.
After our house went into foreclosure, with Roman putting it up as collateral for a loan which he did not complete payments for before he passed, we all had to move out. Gage and I rented a small apartment near my high school while Leroy moved to Detroit to handle the distribution there.
Gage found out that the loan Roman took was a personal loan and could not be covered by Wilder Industries. He had to renegotiate with the bank in order to return the Wilder Oaks to the family. He since has completed payment while discovering that the money was used to cover gambling debts incurred by none other than Leroy himself.
Knowing all the misery Leroy caused the family, I wasn’t about to let his role in Gage’s disappearance slide. I couldn’t do anything much while Gage was in prison… meaning, I couldn’t very well kill the bastard, which would hurt Gage’s chances of getting out. There were many opportunities for me to put a bullet between Leroy’s eyes, but the first suspect would have been Gage, which would affect him being released.
Moreover, it wouldn’t have helped anyone if I joined Gage behind bars. Not that I wouldn’t have covered my tracks. At one point, I contemplated framing Rayne, but thought better of it once I learned that she was as miserable as Gage was.
Bringing my attention back
to the building before me, I wondered how much of Wilder Industries stolen money was put into purchasing such a ‘lofty’ place. Or was it drug money? It didn’t matter as I made my way to the entrance. A figure moved to the iron grating from the inside and I came face to face with Nickoy.
He’d changed out of the dark suit he had been wearing when he shot Calvin and appeared to be freshly showered. He stared at me as though he was seeing a ghost he feared had come to haunt him.
“Where’s Leroy?” I asked.
“I haven’t seen him.”
“Let me in, so I can wait until he shows up.”
“I can’t do that.”
I chuckled. “You can’t, or you won’t?”
“Orders from the boss not to let anyone in.”
“Even his baby brother?” I questioned. Nickoy shuffled his feet, looking uncomfortable. “Did he specifically tell you not to let Braun in?”
“No.”
“Then open the fucking door, or I’ll have the feds here so fast, your head would spin.”
“The feds?”
I cocked a brow in answer to his question. Rather clumsily, he opened a lock and pulled the iron grating back. I entered a passage which led to a lift. There were two buttons with arrows in the lift, one pointed downward and the other upward. As this was the ground level, I suspected that the upward arrow would take me to the apartment which included this level. The other arrow was most likely a basement.
I took the downward arrow on the off chance that Leroy was hiding down below. If I was right there would be another lift from the basement going up to the apartment. A few seconds later the lift yawned me out into a cold, vacant basement with concrete floor. There was nothing down there except for a few cobwebs and some dust. My hunch about the second lift was correct and it took me to the top floor of the apartment which was the living, dining and kitchen space opened up into one.
To get to the second level, where the bedroom and bathroom were located, was a staircase only. There was no other way in or out from there… not that I could tell anyway. The open space was exquisitely finished as though he’d hired a professional, or a woman had done it. This was not Zoe’s doing, I could tell. If Leroy had another woman, it was obvious how sophisticated she was.
