Marcus stayed on the other side of Naptown, in some apartments off of 34th and Shadeland. They were not among the best places in the city to live; however, Kayla sure didn’t mind going to chill over there. Everything was always so on chill mode, at to make things better she really enjoyed the time she spent with Marcus. He always knew how to talk to her about everything, and today would probably be no different. The entire thirty minutes that it took Kayla to drive from the 30th and Martin Luther King area, all the way out Interstate 70 to the Shadeland exit, there was this feeling building up inside of her. It ate away at her soul, letting her know that she was oh so ready to let it off her chest.
Kayla pulled into a parking spot outside of Marcus apartment and walked up to the door. Just as she got to the door and knocked, it swung up. She stepped inside.
“I know you ain’t lost the key I gave you to a nigga’s place, have you,” Marcus said.
Kayla pushed the door shut behind her, shaking a little to knock off the chill in her body from being out in the cold. Just as she turned around to greet Marcus, she could feel his lips pressing into her own. After a short kiss, the two broke away and smiled at one another while looking into the other’s eyes. Marcus, tall and lean with dark skin and tattoos up and down his left arm, was dressed in just gray sweatpants. In the face, throughout his years in school, Marcus had always been told that he looked like a taller, more rugged version of Ray J. While Kayla did not always agree with that kind of statement, at the least Marcus was definitely very handsome. She smiled, feeling extremely happy to be at his place and to finally get to spend a little time with him.
“Well, good morning,” she said, smiling.
“Good morning,” Marcus said, smiling back. “So, like a nigga said, I know you ain’t lost the key to my shit, have you?”
“Nigga, please,” Kayla said, taking her keys out of her pocket. “You know I ain’t done no shit like that. I got the key.” She sat her keys on his little kitchen table. “You know it’s too cold and snowy and shit for me to be outside and fumbling with them keys while I try to figure out what keys is yours.”
Marcus squinted his eyes, nodding his head. “Hmm, hmm,” he said and smiled. Just then, he grabbed Kayla by her tight waist, lowering his hand to just where her lower back met with the upper area of her behind. He kissed her softly before pulling away. “I got that blunt if you wanna smoke.”
“Hell yeah,” Kayla said, liking how she and Marcus had always clicked.
“How long can you stay?” Marcus asked as Kayla followed him into the living room. They plopped down onto his beige couch, side by side, while Marcus grabbed what he called his Smoke Box – a little brown suede box – off of the coffee table.
“What you mean how long can I stay?” Kayla snapped back, not really understanding the question. “You make it sound like I’m a kid or some shit.”
“No,” Marcus said, starting to explain. “I was asking because I ain’t know if you would have to take the kiddos lunch up to Forty-two or not.” He chuckled at the end of his sentence.
Kayla slapped Marcus’s leg, smiling and shaking her head. “Ha ha,” she said, sarcastically. “Very funny. But look, let me tell you ‘bout this morning.”
“Oh God,” Marcus said, smiling. “Here we go with this shit again.”
“Listen, listen,” Kayla said.
Listening, Marcus checked over the blunt then started to light it.
“So, I’m up this morning getting them ready for school and shit,” Kayla said. “And guess who come walkin’ through the door: my mama.”
“Word?” Marcus said. “Wait a second, and what time was this.”
“Fuck if I know,” Kayla answered, shrugging her shoulders. “It was only like a hour ago, if that. So, anyway, she come walking through the door and right off the bat, she get right to trying to start shit with me.”
“Here,” Marcus said, handing the blunt to his girl. “Hit this shit.” Smoke billowed out of his nostrils as he nodded, signifying that what they were smoking was some good shit. “You’ll feel better. I can tell you stressed.”
Taking a break from her story for just a second, Kayla felt like she had to let Marcus know something. “You know I’m not supposed to be smoking this shit,” Kayla said.
“And why is that?” Marcus asked, smiling. “You the one that got a nigga into smoking.”
“Nigga, don’t start that shit,” Kayla said. “But you know I ain’t supposed to be smoking cause I’m try’na find a job a shit.”
“Look,” Marcus said, looking dead into Kayla’s eyes. “You know I wouldn’t make you do shit you don’t wanna do. I just ain’t that kind of nigga. Give the blunt back to me then if you not gon’ smoke. I smoke it all, it ain’t no problem.”
Just as Marcus reached for the blunt, Kayla pulled back and smiled. “I ain’t say I ain’t gon smoke it, though,” she said. “I was just letting you know where I stand.”
Kayla hit the blunt a couple of times then handed it back to Marcus.
“You always try’na act funny and shit with a nigga,” Marcus said as he took the blunt back. “You know you was gon’ smoke that shit. And if you get called for a job soon, all you gon’ do is use somebody piss and go up in there to pass. Just like you did when you was workin’ downtown.”
“Whatever,” Kayla said, rolling her eyes. At times, she hated how well Marcus knew her. It was crazy how well the two of them got on. In fact, even though she’d had a couple of boyfriends before Marcus, there was something about Marcus that really since the day the two of them started talking, that they clicked. “So, anyway, back to what I was saying,” Kayla went on explaining. “So, yeah, she come walking through the door right before I’m bout to help Latrell and Linell get their coats on. As usual, you can tell that she don’t just came from fucking around all night. Probably had a couple hours of sleep after passing out on that nigga Kevin’s couch or some shit. She ain’t have red eyes and shit this time, but I could tell that she was cranky and shit. Straight from the jump, she come in asking me why I got a attitude. Mind you, it like the fuckin’ crack of dawn and I’m up doin’ her job and shit.”
“That’s just what I was thinking,” Marcus said. “Why the fuck she come this late in the game when she know her kids gotta be up for school and shit and basically already out the door.”
“Cause she stupid,” Kayla said, coming across as sounding very cold. “You know how my mama is, Marcus. Ever since her and daddy broke up, and really before if you ask me, it’s like she done started to have one of them…what do you call it?”
“Mid-life crisis or some shit?” Marcus asked.
Kayla smacked her hands together just before Marcus was handing the blunt back to her. “Or some shit,” she said. “Fuck if I know. Long story short, she come walkin’ through the door after I done got her kids up and ready and even fed they asses breakfast and shit and she start talkin’ to me about my attitude. I swear, baby.” Here, Kayla head was starting to shake as she fought of the urge to tear up. “I don’t know how much more of her shit I can take. She was tellin’ me that I can move out and shit if I don’t wanna do nothing around the house and how I live in her house and all that crap. That still don’t make it right, though, that she got a couple of nine year olds who are probably wondering why their mother is staying out later and more often than their nineteen year old sister. I mean, damn. I can’t even live my fuckin’ life as a young woman without having to take care of some kids that ain’t even my kids to begin with.”
Marcus hyperventilated, smiling every so slightly as he looked at Kayla. “Yeah,” he said, nodding his head.
Kayla looked at Marcus, quickly taking in the sleepy grin on his face. “Nigga, what the fuck you thinkin’ bout?” she asked.
Marcus chuckled, taking the blunt back from Kayla and hitting it quickly. “Just how you get to being so worked up and shit,” he answered.
“Nigga, this shit ain’t funny,” Kayla said.
Marcus shrugge
d. “I ain’t say it was funny,” he said. “You did. It’s just…cute..HeHe… How yo mama get you all worked up and shit.”
“You just don’t know what the fuck I be over there goin’ through,” Kayla explained.
“I can imagine,” Marcus said, looking Kayla’s body up and down, taking in the way her ass expanded away from her body with how she was sitting on the couch not too far from him.
“Naw you can’t,” Kayla said. “That shit get to me so damn bad. And today, she was talkin’ bout come right back with her car.”
“Oh?” Marcus said. “So you was just stopping through then?”
“Hell naw,” Kayla said, shaking her head. “She gon’ get her fuckin’ car back when I fuckin’ feel like it. Ain’t no point in me rushin’ back over there to her drunk, high ass no way.”
Just then, Marcus leaned in and wrapped his arm around Kayla’s waist. “Shit,” he said. “Chill over here all day. You know you want to.”
“Nigga, you don’t know that.”
Kayla and Marcus spend the next several minutes chit chatting about this and that while they finished smoking the blunt. Once the blunt had gotten too small to hold without burning the tips of his fingers, Marcus put it into an ashtray. Now, his focus and undivided attention was put onto Kayla. She was looking so good to him that he really had to restrain himself and control his hands. His head was slowly feeling lighter and lighter as he could not help but to smile and chuckle at how worked up she got over certain things. There was no doubt in his mind that all Kayla needed was some good dick to calm down. She was always getting worked up over stuff and just needed some deep dicking to finally chill out.
Once the conversation fell flat and there was this almost awkward silence Marcus’s living room, Kayla noticed and looked over at him.
“Why you not talkin’ all of the sudden?” she asked.
Marcus smiled and nodded. “You know,” he answered, tapping on his lap.
Kayla looked down and smiled, noticing how there was a growing bulge in Marcus’s sweatpants. She leaned in and kissed him, placing her hand on his manhood.
“Oh, do I?” she asked, in a seductive way. “Is that why you want me over here?”
Marcus smiled and chuckled. “No,” he answered. “But I know that’s why you came.”
Kayla rolled her eyes and smiled while gripping Marcus’ manhood.
“Why you teasin’ a nigga?” Marcus asked. “Take that shit out like you always do. Stop playin.” At the end of his sentence, he leaned forward and smacked Kayla’s round ass. “You know you want to see him, I don’t even know why you playin’.”
“Nigga, you betta calm down,” Kayla said.
“Ha,” Marcus said, sarcastically. “I know if I look through that phone, I’ll find some pictures of this dick in there that you probably been lookin’ at before you go to bed and shit.”
“The only pictures I got of your dick in my phone would be from you sending them to me and shit, without me even requesting them,” Kayla said.
Marcus placed his hand on the top of Kayla head and gently rubbed. Kayla’s eyes rolled, as she knew that Marcus was well aware that him rubbing his fingers through her thick black hair was one surefire way to turn her on. “That’s beside the point,” Marcus said. “You not deletin’ them.” He lay his head back onto the top of the couch. “Stop playin’ with a nigga. You know you wanna see him.”
Kayla, looking up into her man’s eyes, smiled. Slowly, she pulled back the waist of Marcus’ sweatpants back. Before long, he had lifted up a little so she could pull his pants far enough down to where his manhood popped out. The head thumped against his stomach.
“Suck that shit,” Marcus said, rubbing the top of Kayla head.
Within seconds, the room was consumed with slurping noises. Kayla went down on Marcus as he groaned, loving how silky her mouth felt. With just a little encouragement from his hand, Kayla was soon enough able to take about half of his length. Without even thinking, Marcus pulled her head up and kissed her. “I love you,” he said.
Kayla smiled, wiping her mouth. “I love you too.”
Kayla went back to pleasuring Marcus for a few more minutes before Marcus was lifting up.
“What you doin’?” she asked, confused by what was going on.
Grabbing the waist of his sweatpants with one hand, Marcus used his other hand to pull Kayla away from the couch. “Come on,” he told her in a very commanding voice. “I’m about to wear that pussy out.”
Without being told any further, Kayla rose up off of the couch and Marcus followed her back to his bedroom. Marcus’ bedroom was an alright size, but the way he had it laid out made it look all the more bigger. His dresser and the table that his television sat up on were not bulky. In the corners were little piles of clutter, but they were easy to overlook. Quickly, Marcus pulled Kayla’s tense body onto his queen size bed and started kissing her.
“I’m bout to beat that pussy up,” he whispered between kisses.
Kayla giggled. “Oh, yeah?” she said, grabbing his rock hard dick.
Marcus smiled, nodding. “Hmm, hmm,” he said in response.
Just then, Marcus leaned forward, with Kayla bent over his own body, and pulled her pants then panties down to her knees. “Take that shit off,” he told her.
Without having to be told twice, Kayla leaned up and removed her pants and panties. Soon enough, they were lying in a little pile on the floor. Marcus stood up, his feet creaking against the hardwood beneath where the two of them stood. In one quick swoop, he pulled his own sweatpants down. Now, he stood naked while embracing Kayla. The rising sun, which was bright because of the untouched white snow outside, shined through the blinds. Slits of light shined across the room, only accentuating the difference in skin tones between the chocolate that was Marcus’ skin and the caramel that was Kayla’s. With the palm of his hand fully stretch out, while the two of them kissed, Marcus slapped Kayla’s phat ass. He grabbed a handful of one cheek and played with it, jiggling it back and forth in his hand and smiling.
“You know you got a phat ass, right?” he said when they broke off from kissing.
Kayla smiled and halfway giggled, knowing that ever since the two of them had met that Marcus had practically worshiped her body. He had always made her feel so good about it, even on days or nights where she was unsure of herself.
“I know how I’mma fuck you,” Marcus said.
Before Kayla could even ask what was going on, Marcus was helping her up onto the bed. Softly, he pressed the palm of one of his hands into her neck as he pushed her head into the stack of pillowed pushed up against the bed’s headboard. Kayla knew better than to resist. She could tell by the way that Marcus was moving oh so gently, and the way he breathed a steady pace while his dick stayed up and rock hard, throbbing when the head pushed against different areas of her body as he moved, that he woke up really thinking about her.
“A nigga woke up with this shit on his mind,” Marcus said as Kayla’s body was now in his favorite position – bent over with her ass in the air, her back arched, and her head lying sideways on a pillow. “Damn that pussy look good,” he added, reaching underneath her then fingering her.
Kayla moaned. “Damn, nigga,” she said. “Now you the one that’s playing.”
Marcus looked up and over at Kayla’s face, shaking his own head as he could see the smile on her face that no matter how hard she tried she could just not wipe away. “I knew you wanted this shit,” Marcus said, confidently. “Chill out, chill out. I’m bout to put it on you.”
Just then, Marcus jumped up onto the bed and gripped Kayla’s hips from the back. Kayla let out a deep grown as she felt Marcus slowly push into her insides. At first, the stretching was a little painful, as it always was. However, as usual, once her insides adjusted, she was practically in heaven.
“Fuck,” Kayla said, the world just rolling off of her tongue and into the room. “Damn this dick feel good.”
“You know you want some
of this dick,” Marcus said, between taking deep breaths. He slapped her ass hard. “Don’t you?”
Kayla nodded, feeling Marcus as he pushed all the way inside of her – the point where his balls slapped against her body. “Hmm, hmm.”
From this point on, Marcus handled his business the way any real nigga would. With a firm grip on Kayla’s waist, he long-stroked his manhood into her slowly, for several minutes. Soon enough, he could really get into his stroke because Kayla was starting to loosen up. As he sped up, really digging deep into her insides, Marcus’s hand slid up the small of Kayla’s back then up to her neck. With one hand firmly gripping the back of Kayla’s neck while the other held her waist and held her in place, Marcus grinded into her at a steady pace. Kayla moaned as Marcus groaned, telling him how deep he was inside of her. Hearing those words only turned Marcus on more.
About five or six minutes into it, Marcus grabbed both of Kayla’s hips and flipped her over. Now, he deep stroked into her missionary style. Their faces pressed against the others.
“Damn, this pussy,” Marcus said, softly then kissed Kayla. “A nigga woke up wantin’ some of this shit.”
“It’s yours,” Kayla told him. “It’s yours.”
Putting his best stroke forward and making sure that he did not pull too far back and slip out, Marcus spent the next several minutes giving Kayla those killer deep strokes like you would see in a porn video. Kayla squirmed and squealed as she came a couple of times, loving how rock hard Marcus’ manhood felt as it slid in and out of her. The little bit of pain she felt when he went into her balls deep soon enough became pleasure as he was constantly hitting her spot. Her legs tingled in a way that only he could make her feel.
“Fuck, this pussy,” Marcus groaned. “I’m bout to bust,” he announced. “You on your pill, right?”
“Yeah, nigga,” Kayla answered, her eyes closed as Marcus went to licking her nipples.
“Aight then,” Marcus said. “Hold on.”
Who Can I Trust: A Naptown Hood Drama (Trust Issues Book 1) Page 3
