“You’re right, baby.” I smirked.
“Now that I got you, it’s a wrap. Hope you got all yo’ hoe shit done.”
Laughing, I replied, “I should be saying that to you!”
“I got a few mo’ thotties to bust down, then I’m all yours.”
“Nigga—”
“I’m fucking with yo’ fine ass.”
We kept talking, ordering all types of dishes to try out until we were stuffed. The bill came out to be $600 and I felt so bad, but Tony acted like it was nothing. I knew he had money, or was at least comfortable, but I just didn’t feel right having him spend $600 on food.
“That was amazing, but I wish it cost less.”
“You straight.” Tony whipped through the streets of Beverly Hills. “Can’t believe yo’ ass never been there.”
“No. I don’t have the funds to eat anywhere in Beverly Hills.”
“But yo’ ex nigga did, meaning you should’ve been had this shit. It’s cool. You wasn’t for that nigga though. That’s why.”
“I like that.” I looked his way briefly, admiring his side profile. “I wasn’t for him.” I repeated Tony’s words as I stared out at my beautiful city. “Where am I staying if I can’t go back to the motel? I can’t go to my mama’s, so—”
“With me.” He reached in the back seat to grab my duffel just before entering the freeway. “Pull out them old slides.”
“Why?” I did as he asked. “Tony!” I screeched when he threw them out of the window. “I loved those! Those were my trustees!”
“You can love on them new ones. I don’t want you rocking shit he bought you.”
Retrieving my new slides from the bag, I smiled at them before leaning back to enjoy the ride with my man. As I caressed the nape of his neck, enjoying the music, he caressed my inner thigh, doing the same.
We finally got to his house, took a shower, then brushed our teeth.
“Do you have tea?” I inquired once we were in our pajamas; well, he just had on boxers.
“I think my sister brought some shit that’s on the counter.”
“Okay.”
I left his bedroom and found the tea, which was thankfully Simply Vanilla Sleepy Time, and then made myself some using boiling water. I let it cool for a few minutes then sipped it as I headed back to Tony’s bedroom.
As soon as I entered, Tony, who was sitting on the bed looking sexy and thugged out as ever, tapped something on his phone screen. All of a sudden, his speaker blared the melody to “There Goes My Baby” by Usher, making me laugh and blush.
He started mouthing the words with Usher, waving me over to him. I polished off my drink and came closer after setting my cup down.
I swear your body's so perfect, baby… How you work it, baby, yeah…
Tony caressed my hips, eyeing me as he lip-synced the lyrics before pushing my underwear down while kissing my abdomen. He looked so fine serenading me, giving me cocky smiles every now and again while undressing me. Rising and towering over me, he started sucking my neck, letting his hands touch everywhere as Usher crooned. I was already hot and very wet.
Placing me down on the bed, Tony got on with me, in between my legs. He kissed me hungrily for a minute, turning me on because I could feel his large hands groping me as he did so. His lips moved down to my neck again, my collarbone, then my breasts. As he sucked my nipples hard, he slipped his fingers inside of me.
“You know I like you wet as fuck before I eat it right?” He suckled my lips as he finger fucked me.
“Yeah.” I whimpered.
“So I need you to cum hard for me.” He sucked my jaw then did the same back down to my nipples as he sped up, making me burst all over his damn hand it seemed. “One more,” he requested, and I gave him just that, moments later.
Finally, his warm mouth made its way down to my pussy, which was on fire. I came immediately at the feeling of him sucking my clit, as Usher sang every note he could. My legs sat on Tony’s shoulders as he made love to my pussy. His tongue flickered over my bud, just before he vacuumed it back into his mouth. I released, making my legs tremble, and he just groped them as he continued, his sexy lips glistening from my nectar.
“Houston.” I sniveled, spreading my legs wider, which he seemed to appreciate because he moaned out of pleasure as he kept on attacking my middle.
I felt my juices soaking the sheets as Tony lapped it all up. I let go a fourth orgasm, and finally, he came up for air. He wasted no time sliding inside of me.
“You gotta let me eat that pussy every day, baby. Shit is good.” He spoke, sucking my lips as he glided in and out of me.
Usher’s song was so perfect for the occasion.
It wouldn’t be long before I fell deeply in love with this nigga… if I hadn’t fallen already.
Rahim Cambridge
“Ooh shit, Rah.” This girl Phoebe that I’d been fucking pretty much since I’d moved here moaned.
“Damn, girl.” I gripped her hips as she rode me.
Pressing the back of my head into the pillow, I clenched down on my teeth, trying not to nut early. She’d just started riding me not long ago, and I couldn’t go out like that.
Leaning back some, she gripped my ankles, stared me in the eyes, and began winding her hips with her fine ass. This was why Phoebe had me; she was a freak. I didn’t too much like ghetto females like Tony’s ass, but Phoebe’s pussy was too good.
See, them hood women talked too much shit and liked to put their hands on you. I couldn’t deal with that. Tony fucked with it because he knew how to keep them bitches in line, and Eitan just fucked anything—ghetto, classy, a mixture—whatever was out there and ready to sleep with him.
“Shit!” Phoebe called out and just as she rained down on me, I let loose myself. “Short on time this morning?” She laughed, climbing off and to the side of me.
“Nah.” My eyes followed her naked body. “I told you, in the mornings, I ain’t got much stamina. I gotta wake up, eat my breakfast, and then fuck.”
“Sure.” She rolled her eyes before kissing my lips and then getting out of the bed. “Well I guess you can make it up the next time you see me.”
“Sounds good. What’s yo’ plans for today?”
“Chill with the girls. You know, get our nails done, have lunch, maybe do a little shopping.” She looked to me as she zipped her dress herself.
Phoebe was beautiful, with deep chocolate skin, a thick frame, and a short haircut that framed her perfect face.
“Sounds dope.”
“Would be doper if I had some extra cash.”
Sucking my teeth, I sat up and grabbed my jeans from the floor to sift through them. I found a couple hundred dollars, so I gave her all of it.
“You welcome.”
“Thanks, baby.” Phoebe leaned down to peck my lips, so I started to rub on her. “Nope, I have to go. Should’ve thought about that earlier when I was riding it, minute man.”
“Fuck you.” We chuckled in unison before she left my bedroom.
Once I heard my front door close, I went to make sure my apartment was locked and then hopped into the shower. After cleaning up, I brushed my teeth, then went down to have the same breakfast I’d been having ever since I began living on my own, cereal. I was used to big ass feasts, not this bullshit, but soon enough, all of that shit would change. I just needed to get my career all the way off the ground.
I knew it was just a matter of time, mainly because I was good at what I did, Eitan was a dope ass rapper, and Tony was smart and strategic as fuck. I knew God had brought them two niggas into my life for a reason, and shit, stuff was finally popping off a little bit. Just hearing my song on the radio was crazy as hell. And I’d only been here less than a year.
I cleaned up my dishes and checked the time on my phone to see how long I had before I needed to get to the studio. It was almost noon, and I had to be there by 1 p.m., so I had a little time to kill.
My apartment was in Long Beach, and the studio was
in the hood. I refused to live over there where Tony’s ass was. I wasn’t from LA, so I didn’t feel comfortable living amongst a bunch of thugs and shit, with codes and rules that I might unknowingly violate.
Sitting down in my living room, I went into my recent calls, tapped my screen, and waited as the line trilled.
“Good morning.” Amara, my wife, cooed into the phone.
“Good morning, beautiful. How’d you sleep?” I smiled, leaning back and placing my feet on top of the coffee table.
“I slept okay. It would have been better if my husband was next to me, and also, if your little munchkin wasn’t kicking me all night.” She laughed, referring to our four-year-old daughter, Ahmira.
“Damn, even though you tried to make that shit sound horrible, it sounds like the perfect night to me. I miss y’all.”
At the moment, Amara and Ahmira were still living in Las Vegas. When I decided to move here almost eight months ago to work more closely with Eitan and Tony, plus be closer to the opportunities the LA music scene had to offer, we both agreed that it was best they stay behind.
Amara had a good job out there that would be hard to replace so quickly, and Ahmira had started pre-school and adjusted well after much hard work. So getting them to up and leave all that behind for my career wasn’t the best move at the moment.
I met Amara when I was nineteen and a sophomore in college. She was a freshman at the time and the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. Her family was rich, her pops being a judge and her mama being one too, so I knew off rip she was out of my league.
We hit it off and fell in love, despite her parents trying to warn her on the sly that I was no good. They had good reason to want better for their daughter, as my ass had dropped out of college by my junior year and never returned, while she graduated with honors and went to law school. Amara was now a law clerk, and I was an up and coming hip hop producer, so as I was sure, you could guess, her peoples still didn’t approve of me.
“We miss you too,” Amara cooed.
I loved Amara because she was a hustler and she was a strong woman. To watch her complete law school without any breaks, despite me getting her pregnant, was amazing, and she didn’t complain one time.
She was the love of my life, and I’d always done right by her until I moved out here to LA.
Even though I was a family man, I still had needs, and with my wife four hours away, I couldn’t exactly roll over and get some when I had the urge. Plus, being around niggas like Tony, Eitan, and his homies, they always had females around willing to do whatever. I knew it was because they were sure you were gon’ be famous and was hoping you would take their asses with you, but at the end of the day, if they were fine, you wasn’t gon’ give a fuck about their motives.
“Well, when you coming to visit?” I asked.
“Soon. I have a lot of work this week, and Ahmira has a performance in ballet. It’s nothing serious, they’re babies, but it’s gonna be cute. You should try to come.”
“I’ll see what I can do. Shoot me the details.”
“Okay.”
“I love you, Amara, and I promise I’m doing everything I can to make this shit pop off so we can be back together again.”
“I know, Rah. You don’t have to tell me this every day. I’ve been with you for almost ten years. You’ve never lied to me or given me false hope.”
I nodded. This was why I loved Amara and would never leave her for another female, no matter what she looked like or no matter what her walls felt like.
“All that’s good, but you ain’t say you love me back.”
Giggling, she responded, “I love you too, handsome.”
“Aight.” I stood up off the couch. “Until tomorrow.”
I hung up with Amara, and by that time, it was 12:35 p.m., so I just left out to head over to the studio. I’d learned that LA had traffic all damn day. Tony told me there was a time period where there was no traffic, but unless you worked overnight at Walmart or was leaving the club after 2 a.m., you’d never experience the shit.
I arrived at the studio on ghetto ass MLK Boulevard around 1:05 p.m. and parked alongside the street that the studio was located on. Exiting my whip, I noticed Eitan, Cornell, Abel, and some females outside smoking.
“Why y’all not inside?” I frowned.
“Wacko’s psycho ass said we can’t burn one in the studio.” Cornell blew out smoke, offering it to me, but I declined.
“Why?” I laughed.
“Shit if I know. He just said not while Camarih is here.” Eitan took his last toke.
“We don’ smoked with her in the room before though.”
“Exactly, and when I said that shit, he pulled his gun out on us and all the females who wanted to smoke too, rushing us the fuck up out of there.” Abel chuckled along with the rest of us.
“And kicked that one bitch in her ass.” Eitan doubled over, making us all do the same.
“Literally kicked her ass cheeks. Bitch fell to the ground, scrambled to her feet, and ran the fuck up out.” Abel further explained, causing us to roar at her expense.
“They don’t call his ass Tony Wacko for nothing.” I raised my brows before heading inside with my backpack, still snickering at Tony’s off-kilter ass.
Entering the room, I heard some song by Problem playing and saw Tony by the mixer with Camarih in his lap. He was drinking out of a personal Hennessy bottle and grinning hard as hell at Camarih. I was in such disbelief that I got caught staring his ass down.
“Fuck you looking at, cuz?” His happy expression immediately soured.
“Nothing, nigga. I’m just wondering why you cheesing so hard.” I laughed. “What you do to this nigga?” I looked to Camarih as I set my backpack down.
Camarih was beautiful, no doubt, and with a body that made your dick hard just from looking. But I’d seen Tony mess with a plethora of fine females that never got this treatment.
“Put the pussy on me.” Tony laughed as he hugged her body in his lap. She promptly slapped his shoulder. “I like yo’ personality and all that shit too,” he added, causing he and I to crack up and her to roll her eyes.
“Nigga stupid,” I said lowly to myself as I removed some stuff from my backpack.
Just as I zipped it back up, Shanece entered the room, tossing her braids behind her shoulder. She wore a tight dress on her slim frame and some sandals that showed her pretty toes. Her caramel skin matched her pretty hazel eyes.
“Hey.” She waved, coming all the way in and sitting on the couch near Tony and Camarih.
“Hey.” I nodded my head up just as everybody who was smoking outside came in.
We immediately got to work, with me stealing glances of Shanece as she and Camarih chopped it up on one of the couches. I didn’t know what it was, but it was something about her that had me intrigued. I wasn’t sure if I was interested romantically or if I just wanted to know more about her.
We took a break about three hours later so Tony could take Camarih to get some food. Cornell and Eitan rode with them to help.
“Working hard I see.” Shanece cheesed as I popped a squat next to her on the couch.
“Trying to. Hearing my song on the radio only made me wanna go harder.”
“I bet. That’s a big thing. Radio is pretty much free promotion.”
“Exactly.” I caught a glimpse of her wedding ring as she moved her long braids out of the way. I hadn’t been wearing mine for the last four months. “How yo’ husband feel about you kicking it in the hood at a studio full of niggas?”
“Umm, maybe that’s none of your business, nigga.”
“Aight, damn.” I chuckled, and so did she. “My bad.”
“Nah, it’s fine. He doesn’t trip off stuff like this. He trusts me and knows being in a room full of men would not jeopardize what he and I have.”
“He got a loyal one. That’s hard to find.”
“Not really. Niggas love to yell how hard it is to find a good woman, but as soon as y’all do,
y’all fuck her over for a little hoe.”
Shanece’s comment made me think about Amara. She was beyond a good woman, and I was out here doing foul shit. Once she and I started living together again though, I would be back on my good behavior.
“True, but I know niggas who have been fucked over by females they loved and were doing right by.” I looked over at Abel, macking on two bitches, as Lil Baby’s album played.
“Yeah. I’m sure there are a sprinkle, but not many like us women.”
“Don’t be like that.” I looked her way, and she smirked.
“Let me guess. Some woman broke your heart so now you’re putting on a cape for all the other broken-hearted men in the world.”
“Nah, not exactly. I’ve only been in two relationships and both went fairly well.”
“Then why did they end?”
“How you gon’ assume they ended?” I cocked my head, and she giggled.
“Okay, well, how did one of them end since I know for sure you’re not dating two women after just giving me that whole spiel on men having it hard out here.”
Laughing, I replied, “Nah, I’m single, actually.” I didn’t flinch when I lied because I’d been saying it for the longest. I’d gotten so used to the shit that some nights, I had to come home and sift through pictures of Amara and Ahmira to remind myself that the shit was a lie.
Being around a bunch of single muthafuckas had me falling into the same habits. I didn’t wanna be the only taken, let alone married nigga in the club with my homies. I admit, being around them niggas had me regretting getting hitched so quickly. But I loved Amara, so I knew we’d be married regardless whether it was back when I was twenty-three or later on in my thirties.
“Okay, so how’d they end?”
“First one was in high school, and it ended because she decided to go study abroad and didn’t want a relationship holding her back from experiencing life overseas.”
“Wow, what a bitch.”
“Right?”
Shanece and I cackled in unison, with me basking in her pretty smile.
“Okay, and the other?”
“Umm, met her when I was in college. She was rich, pretty, smart, and ambitious, but her rich ass parents didn’t want us together, so naturally, it ripped us apart.” I fibbed.
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