Some Things Never Change: An African American BWBM Urban Fiction Romance

by Marian Grey

  “Where do you want me to start?” he replied. He didn’t wait on a response. He massaged her large buttocks with his hands, dragging her closer to the edge of the makeup table. Positioning her at an angle that suited him.

  Slowly and deliberately he pulled on her dark puckered tips. Her loud moan was his answer that he made a smart move. He was generous with the attention that he lavished to each individual nipple.

  “More.”

  He skimmed them with his tongue and sucked on them until they were just as swollen as her lips. Wayne paused to survey the scene. She was still perched on the makeup table, breasts exposed, legs sprawled, pussy wide open and soaking wet. Like a flower in bloom, its fragrance permeated the air. Her gasps of pleasure were sharp and inconsistent as she succumbed to the latent heat of his lips against her body. He was a force to be reckoned with and her body came alive under his very powerful ministrations, nowhere was sacred.

  He locked lips with her and placed wet butterfly kisses all over her face and neck. She strained against him, her puffy lips hot and eager. He would never get tired of kissing her and left a trail down to her hot salty moistness as he lapped at her labia. Her pussy was bald not a spec of hair visible.

  She rubbed her pussy against his face as she rocked against him. He halted that and eased her off, parted her folds and slid a finger up her slick and tight passage, slowly stretched her until he could add a second with ease. She went wild and bucked her hips like a wild bronco in a bid to take him deeper. He pulled his fingers out and played with her clit, the small bud quivered, and he put the now engorged bud into his mouth and suckled her. He abraded it with his teeth, it blew her mind, the contrast between hard and soft, the intensity of it all. While he did that he fingered her passage hard, until he finally found her g spot, it felt like it was two inches upwards.

  A rough patch that he pressed, poked and prodded while licking and blowing on her clit. Her feminine scent enveloped him, the faster he plunged his fingers the louder she got, until she vibrated uncontrollably, and dug her nails deep into his skin. Only then did her loud wanton hoarse cries echo his success as she succumbed to her orgasms. He undid the metal clasp of his pants and slid down the zipper. The blue jeans crumple around his ankle, showed off muscular thighs with light baby hair that was so light and sparse, you had to be up close and personal to view them. His white boxer briefs soon joined them. His balls hung low and his cock jutted out engorged and at full attention.

  “Damn your large!”

  She wondered briefly if she could take all of him, she had never had anyone his size before.

  Wayne set out to calm her. “Don’t worry about it you were made for me.”

  He grabbed her hand and placed it firmly on his hardness. Of her own free will, she began to get acquainted with his sex. He was huge and veiny but his skin felt silky to touch. Her touch made his balls feel heavier as she stroked the full length of him. His penis throbbed in her palm as she held it firmly then gently squeezed the tip. When she increased her rhythm he nearly lost it right there in her palm.

  “Imagine every time you do your makeup you will remember me being inside you, we belong to each other.”

  With that declaration, he slid into her deep fold with a slow but forceful thrust. He was going insane, she was so hot and tight. It felt so good her muscles tightened around him and squeezed him for dear life, pussy had never felt this good before. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through her entire body, he banged that deliciously aching spot again and she orgasmed yet again. He plunged hard and deeper as if he was looking for buried treasure, half of her felt like she was coming apart at the seams, she couldn’t possibly take any more. The other half cheered him on, reveling in their pleasure and lust for each other.

  No amount of preparation could prepare her mentally for it, she felt him stretch her like no man ever had before. When he pulled out she felt so empty like nothing else could fill that void he left behind. Then he entered her again, and again, it felt damn good and she was in heaven. Her cries grew more frantic as he lost himself in her, his pace increasing as their pleasure co-mingled. They moved in unison to their own rhythm, completely lost in each other.

  Wayne let out a hoarse shout when he found his release. A reminder that he was only human with limits, not a machine. Lou felt thoroughly fucked, now she finally knew what she had missed out on all those years.

  She felt sated, no longer on the edge of sexual insanity as everything Wayne did earlier had inflamed all her senses, his smell, his touch and his gaze. She had thrown her principles aside for Wayne. He took her on the makeup table for crying out loud. She didn’t have any regrets and wouldn’t have hesitated if she had known sex between them would have been that stupendous.

  Lou felt like she had gotten too involved with Wayne. No man had ever gotten passed her boundaries with such ease. She had thrown all her rules out the door for this man. Yet she didn’t want to be another sex at the workplace experience for him. They were both incapable of speech as they helped each other adjust their clothing. Hopefully no one would come in after them to use the room as the smell of sex still permeated the air.

  Lou was spent, she couldn’t move a muscle. The makeup table was sturdy and survived Wayne’s battering of them both. Wayne braced over her, his body still trembled in waves of pleasure from his release. He reluctantly withdrew from her.

  “Lou, are you okay? I’m sorry if I hurt you, I meant to go slow.”

  “It was...words can’t describe…” She didn’t get to finish Wayne’s phone rang out loud.

  Wayne asked her if it was okay, she nodded. He went to get the cell out of his jeans pocket, somehow his pants ended up across the room in their wild lovemaking. She knew it wasn’t good news when his face darkened and he punched the wall. Lou pulled her dress up and tried not to panic, she had never seen Wayne in a rage before. Yet she didn’t feel afraid of him, once she was fully dressed she went over to him and hugged him. That seemed to calm him down as he held unto her for succor. He ended the call then turned her to face him, he brushed his hand through her hair in a sad attempt to neaten the ragged mess.

  “Sorry you had to witness that.”

  “It’s okay. It’s been a long day for both of us and emotions are running high, let’s just go home and get some rest.”

  He looked conflicted but nodded in agreement. It had been Sizzla on the line, while he had been banging the brains out of Lou, the Bainbridge Boys had gotten the drop on them yet again, stealing another shipment from them. It was the third one this month and would sink a hole in their profit margin. Something would have to be done about the Bainbridge Boys, they were like a plague for their business. For once he agreed with Crazy T, they were getting out of hand with their attempts for a hostile takeover of their territory. He normally never condoned violence but in this case, he would make an exception.

  Chapter 5

  Say anything you want about Wayne but he was smart drug dealer. Don’t get caught selling the goods, was his firm belief. Wayne believed in equal opportunity employment and encouraged the recruitment of underlings for distribution of the drugs. He left it up to Sizzla to do the recruiting and train their followers while he handled the accounting side of the business.

  He noticed that Sizzla was dipping into the company’s profit more and more it was only a matter of time before Sizzla would get greedy and try to cut out the middle man. He was probably over thinking it, he and Sizzla went way back. They lived in the same neighborhood and went to school together. The frequented the same places and been through thick and thin. No way would Sizzla ever betray him like that. The business was getting to him, he saw shadows that lurked when there were none.

  Hookah Daze got started when Wayne took out all the money he saved growing up. His total life savings and invested it into the business. He and Sizzla were new to the market and they got taken for a ride by everyone. The first party tanked, everyone made promises and no once came out to support the event. Wayne
learned an important rule that day; you can’t run a business on promises. They were overcharged from the venue to the liquor. Wayne learned that lesson when all his life savings disappeared. When Sizzla told him about how his cousin Crazy T made his money, Wayne jokingly said they would have been better off selling drugs. Sizzla took the idea an ran with it, how would they do that?

  Wayne replied by keeping the parties going and selling the drugs. Sizzla took it seriously and arranged it all. Here they were, four years later, still wheeling and dealing but he was getting tired of the game and the guys sensed it. Wayne was the reason the guys hadn’t gotten caught by the police as yet. Unlike the other guys, he dressed simple and never flossed. The only thing expensive he owned that could be seen by the public was his car. He still lived at home with his mother. He knew what he did was illegal and if caught it could mean serious jail time and a clamp down on his assets. So he mixed the proceeds from the drug trade with that of the monies from the party.

  He wasn’t about to go down empty handed. He knew that Sizzla was a selfish soul and would want to do his own thing eventually. So he secretly set up an off shore account in the Cayman Islands where his salary that he never had to touch went.

  Now that Hookah Promotions was self-sufficient he felt that they should end their ties with the drug trade both Sizzla and Crazy T shot that advice down. There was no way he was going to prison, his mama didn’t raise know fool. So he started to plot his way out of that predicament with this being his last year.

  They had a big deal coming up, a new party drug was on the market. The Dutty Bloodz and their competition were openly involved in bidding wars to see who would get a monopoly on that drug. That would be the icing on his early retirement cake.

  He invited Lou on a movie date, since outside of work they were both busy. She attended classes and he threw his parties. It was by mutual agreement that after the movie they would go for a drink at a more upscale bar.

  Wayne felt like he had known Lou for years not months. However, he dreaded the talk that was to come. He knew that at some point Lou would want him to cut off any associations he had with the Dirty Bloodz. Over the past few weeks Wayne had stalled, claimed he was swamped with work, anything to postpone this pending argument. He felt that the less she knew about this aspect of his life the safer she would be.

  “Wayne thanks for spending time with me. I really appreciate it.” Lou said.

  “We’ve both been busy it felt like a good idea for us to de-stress.” Replied Wayne. “So what’s on your mind? You’ve been silent for most of the night.”

  Lou looked Wayne in the eyes. “It’s about that ring you wear. It’s been troubling me.”

  Wayne glanced at his ring. “What about it?”

  “Are you a member of the Dutty Bloods?”

  “Yes I am. As a matter of fact, I am one of the leaders for the group. We are a promising promotions company, nothing to panic about despite the rumors. I can’t believe that’s what’s been bothering you this whole time. I can honestly say we run a legit business, don’t believe all the hype on the streets, people will say anything to bring a man down. Just can’t get out of that crab in the barrel mentality. They don’t want to see us make money and get out of the hood, bad mind is always active.”

  “Do I look like a fool to you?” Lou raised not only her eyebrow but her voice as well.

  “No Lou, never that but it is easy for people to exaggerate the truth. You wouldn’t be able to fathom the ridiculous things people have said about our crew, calling us names, looking down on us, the struggle is always real baby girl.”

  “How did you get mixed up with them?”

  “Well Sizzla is my best friend, he took an idea that I had and ran with it and his cousin Crazy T sponsored us with the necessary capital to keep the business afloat. Like I said, don’t believe all the gossip you hear. We are pretty much harmless as individuals.”

  “I saw with my own two eyes Crazy T slash a guy’s face the other day, narrowly missing his right eye with that knife he always carries, just for looking at him wrong. How can you condone that kind of behavior?”

  “Crazy T is a law unto himself, in no form is he a reflection of the rest of the crew. He is not my friend and we don’t hang out together. We don’t even like or respect each other and if it wasn’t for him being Sizzla’s cousin and a part of the business. We wouldn’t have any dealings with each other.”

  “Tell me more about this meeting.”

  Wayne let out a loud sigh, “What exactly do you want to know?” He was trying to be as vague as possible but Lou wasn’t having that.

  “What exactly do you do?”

  “I’m basically the front man or the face of “Hookah Promotions.” You’ve been to one of our parties, you have seen how we roll. We offer a wide range of tobacco flavor and machines for your disposal. I negotiate all the business deals, handle all the public relations as well as the accounting side of the business. It was hard to get financial backing at first but now that we got more contracts, people like what we offer, our popularity has grown and we get more offers on a daily basis. I expect big things over the course of the year as our company has started to expand.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “Is it so hard for you to trust me and accept that what I say is true?” Asked Wayne.

  “It’s a known fact that if you’re looking to score at parties the Dutty Bloodz got the hook up.”

  “As long as there are people wanting to have fun, get high and experience the ultimate in pleasure. There will be people pushing drugs, as long as there is market for it. I’m not saying that I’m involved but that’s just life. I deal with the legitimate aspect of the business. I don’t openly solicit illegal drugs. At the parties we try to provide patrons with a safe environment. Somethings you can’t control Lou, it’s not that you’re making an allowance but it happens and you deal with it or ignore it.”

  “You are prospering from crime and the death of your own people. How can you think any of that is ethical?”

  “It’s not about what I think but about what sells. We stay away from the heavy stuff like crack/cocaine. What we sell is the light stuff like hookah and weed anything that makes the party experience worth it. Who am I to deny a customer that pleasure? If we stopped doing it today somebody else would just take up right where we left off. Some get addicted, others don’t, that too is a part of life. What we are doing isn’t any different from that of the alcohol or tobacco company. These corporations get the law behind them and set the police on us to erase the competition when we dip into their market. I don’t see you storming into their office and giving any of the managers there the third degree with questioning.”

  “Oh is that how you feel about my caring about you?” Lou looked like she was about to cry.

  “Shit!” Wayne swore. “I’m sorry Lou I didn’t mean to make light of your feelings or take you for granted.”

  “Honestly Wayne, I don’t know what to think, about all you’ve told me right now.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I can’t possibly be in a relationship with a guy that condones the sale of narcotics no matter how harmless the drugs appear, it’s deceptive and unscrupulous the way you take advantage of people and try to paint a pretty picture of it all. When you know without a doubt that in the long term it does more harm than good to our people.”

  Wayne didn’t like where this conversation was going, was she about to deny the obvious bond between them. He was pretty sure it wasn’t his imagination and she felt the connection they shared of a man very much in tune with his woman.

  “Hear me out Lou, I’ve come a long way with the crew, to the point where I feel like I’ve finally outgrown them. I ain’t about to leave this game empty handed. I can’t just abandon them, they have treated me like family and I feel loyal to them. We have taken a lot of flak and disrespect from people trying to con us and make us lose our lives but we triumphed despite the haters. Where were those haters
when we needed guidance and support, that’s right, nowhere to be found. We had to make it on our own by any means necessary to put food on our families' tables. Can you honestly fault me for that, don’t stand there and judge me when you have no idea what I’ve been through.”

  His blood boiled when she told him the people in her neighborhood had warned her about Wayne. They knew he had an absentee father and an alcoholic mother. They gossiped about how she had allowed him to run wild in the streets with those other hoodlum boys. He was a disgrace and would never amount to much. Those thugs he called friends terrorized the neighborhood on a daily basis and were responsible for the increased crime rate. Police had them under suspicion and anyone caught sporting their tattoo or insignia were immediately brutally searched without a reason in a bid to catch them with contraband.

  “I’m not judging you Wayne, and honey I appreciate you opening up and sharing with me. How long are you planning to stay in that line of business, weeks? Months? Years? The longer you stay in the game the harder it will be for you to get out, can’t you see that.”

  “You’re right Lou. This business is tiring and I’ve come to the end of my limits. It’s hard to constantly be looking over your shoulder wondering who is gonna betray me next because they want to take my place. Just let me handle my business and cut all ties on my own. I need you to trust me and I don’t want you to get involved, just let me do it my way. Now that I have a steady income coming in from this television series I will definitely be getting out.”

  “Wayne I care for you and you have my full support, I’m glad that you’re gonna take my advice and come out, for the sake of us, promise me that you will.”

  She tried her best to ignore those offhand comments that circulated about Wayne. She had to admit it bothered her because Wayne was such a sweetheart around her. It was hard for her to see him doing any of the actions people accused him of. She let him know thoroughly that she did not support or approve of his chosen lifestyle. If he wanted to continue their friendship he would have to give it up. They hadn’t known each other long and what she asked of him was a big step for him to take on the road to recovery. She had faith that he could do it, the little she knew of his character showed that he was intelligent, of strong mind and inner strength.