Hip Hop Heat

by Tricia Tucker

"You like it?" he asked.

  "Oh yes! It's so damn hard, so big, and sooo good," she cried.

  "I wanna give it all to you," he said.

  Lalana wiggled her hips some more.

  "Take it girl, handle it, it's yours," he moaned.

  "Oh, shit!" Lalana screamed. Her eyes rolled; her mouth flew open. "Oh shit, I'ma 'bout to come, baby.". Lalana couldn't fathom what she was doing.

  "Get it girl, take this shit, take it all, all 12 inches," he encouraged.

  Lalana grabbed his neck and pulled him closer, unable to hold on any longer. She came hard and fast, exploding her juices all over his massive member.

  Her clit tingling, Lalana sat back to look at ROC.

  "Hey baby, you get yours?" she asked.

  "Nah, that was all about you," he answered.

  "Oh, but I want you to get a nut," Lalana pouted. She turned. "Here, you wanna hit it from the back?" Before he could answer, Lalana moved onto the floorboard of the car and hiked her hips upward. Without hesitation, ROC moved between her legs and entered her with force she had to buck her butt back to take the full impact of each stroke.

  "Oh ROC, come for me baby, come hard," she cooed.

  They moved at a steady pace, with an upbeat rhythm. Lalana couldn't believe this was happening. As ROC's rod slid in and out of her with great ease, she got worked up all over again.

  Soon, a tingling sensation began at the bottom of her feet and started to work its way up her legs.

  "Oh shit, ROC!" she cried.

  And like all the elements of a perfect storm, their passion came together at just the right moment as they erupted together and basked in sheer satisfaction.

  "Damn girl, you and me, we 'bout to live it up this weekend."

  All she could do was smile.

  This, she decided, was just the kind of excitement she needed.

  Chapter Six

  Lalana was shocked to learn she and ROC weren't going straight to one of his places in Malibu to shower. She was sure they smelled like hot sex. Instead, ROC insisted on making a quick stop. "I gotta show my face in one spot, then we roll out, cool?" he asked her.

  Lalana used a tissue from her purse to sop up the lingering juices and hoped for the best.

  It didn't take long for them to arrive at their destination. When the Bentley came to a stop in a circular driveway and MC ROC hopped out, Lalana didn't know what to do. Should she stay in the car and wait for him? Or maybe she should get out and step up like she was part of the posse.

  Before she could make up her mind, the soundproof divider slid down.

  "You okay?" Logan asked.

  "Of course," she hissed.

  For a second she wondered whether Logan knew what she and ROC had been doing in the back of the car. She felt a quick, passing sense of guilt.

  "I'm fine," she snapped firmly.

  Logan looked out the window, then turned and glanced at her over his shoulder.

  "You ain't gotta go in there you know," he said softly.

  Lalana wanted him to leave her alone. Since it was obvious he wouldn't quit talking to her, she dug into her purse and pulled out her compact. Before Logan could utter another word, she held the powder up to block his face and started working. She heard the divider ease back up again.

  As Lalana sat primping in the mirror, there was a knock at the window. Startled, she pulled the curtain back and looked up to see ROC talking away on the phone.

  "Yo, Shorty, c'mon man, we ain't got all damn day," he said. Lalana scrambled to get out of the car before he changed his mind and jogged to catch up with him.

  The walk from the car to the massive double doors was a long one. It didn't take long for MC ROC's posse to fall into step. Lalana had forgotten they were still around; but she should've known they wouldn't be too far from his side. Since they were strolling in silence, Lalana didn't utter a word. She just hoped MC ROC was true to his word and they would only be there for a short period of time. As they strolled, she pushed Logan's concern out of her mind.

  What the hell does he know anyway?

  They walked up to the front door, knocked, and it opened. They stepped in, and Lalana nearly fainted.

  The room smelled like a warm locker room after the big victory game. Painted in an eggshell hue, the space was massive with cathedral ceilings and sparse furnishings. Most walls were taken up by large bay windows framed with custom drapes. Big windows in the back were bare and overlooked a gigantic sparkling pool, which seemed to overlook an even bigger body of water. The sofas and couches, all in various earth tones, were crowded with different naked couples in various stages of making love.

  At least two couples were going at it while standing, either up against a wall or near the staircase. Lalana tried not to stare, but didn't quite know how to take in the entire scene.

  The moment ROC got off the phone a crowd of four guys rushed him. Before he started in on a conversation with them, however, he turned to Lalana. "You cool, Shorty?"

  Lalana swallowed hard. She didn't want to seem prude, so she smiled and nodded. Yeah, she was cool.

  Trying to unfocus her eyes so she wouldn't stare was futile. A woman was riding a man atop the coffee table and her animated actions were captivating.

  "Ooooohhh, yessss," she cried while thrusting her hips. When the woman's eyes made contact with Lalana, she quickly looked away and saw ROC back on the phone.

  Lalana wasn't sure how long she could take it. In addition to sex everywhere she looked, large flat-screen TVs were showing various pornos.

  Glancing at ROC again, Lalana's eyes caught his and he smiled. Without ending his conversation he nodded slightly and motioned for her to come to him.

  When she arrived, he opened his arms and pulled her close.

  "This hot, huh?" he asked.

  Lalana took a deep breath and glanced at a different couple. She had to admit, being surrounded by all that nudity made her want ROC even more.

  "It is," she confirmed. "But when can we be alone again?"

  Lalana wasn't sure if she saw a twinkle in his eye, but something sparkled and he smiled before resuming his conversation.

  "Look man, I got some business to handle," ROC said into the phone. "I'ma have to get with you later."

  Lalana felt comfortable under ROC's scrutinizing stare. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes and didn't mind one bit. As a matter of fact, she wanted to help.

  "Here, lemme find a quiet spot for us," he said, pulling Lalana by the arm as he took off down a hall.

  On their way out of the main room, Lalana thought she saw a professional athlete; then realized she may have seen more than one. Their bodies were just as beautiful and impressive as the model-perfect women they were straddling, or humping from behind.

  Lalana followed ROC up to a second-floor bedroom, which was surprisingly unoccupied.

  "I didn't think you'd wanna stay," ROC said, closing the door behind her.

  "I wouldn't, if you weren't here," she replied.

  That brought another smile to his face.

  "You are so damn fine!" he declared. Lalana blushed.

  This time, the kiss was slow and deliberate. He sucked her tongue hard and when he let up, she used hers to wrestle with his. Before long, they were panting and moving toward a chaise in the corner of the room.

  "Damn, you got me hard as a rock!"

  "I'm gonna take care of you," she whispered sweetly. Lalana was breathing hard and heavy. She slithered backward until her legs touched the chaise.

  "You promise, baby?" his voice sounded so innocent, she could hardly believe this was the same man she watched on TV all the time. She was seeing a side of him never revealed in any of his raunchy videos.

  Lalana sat back, legs opened wide, and used her hands to pull him closer. She unbuckled ROC's jeans, and unzipped his fly. ROC grabbed her hands, hard.

  His sudden move startled Lalana. She looked up at him, unsure of what to do next. But it was his next move that caught her co
mpletely off guard. He gently pushed her onto her back, stretched her legs wider, then fell to his knees.

  Lalana's heart was beating so fast she feared it would jump from her chest. When she felt his soft lips on her inner thigh, she began to tremble.

  MC ROC was about to go down on her!

  She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping this was no dream. He palmed her thighs, sucked her flesh passionately, and then used his fingers to part her lips. He put two fingers inside her, probing her G-spot. Lalana squeezed him tightly. It wasn't long before the tender flutter of his tongue confirmed she was in fact experiencing real life at its best.

  "Oooh. My. God!" she cried.

  ROC started softly, using his tongue to make lapping motions against Lalana's swollen clit. She felt herself grow wetter by the second. Soon, Lalana's thighs were squeezing ROC's head as though she feared he might try to get away.

  ROC's hands traveled up her body to her breasts. He squeezed, then licked. He worked with such precision Lalana felt an orgasm that threatened to explode almost immediately.

  "Shit!" It was becoming too much.

  ROC worked quickly: squeeze, lick, squeeze, lick. A battle brewed in Lalana's head; a delicious dilemma. She wanted to come, but wanted to wait too and force the feeling to last longer.

  "Oh, God!" she finally screamed, her eyes shut tight in ecstasy.

  Chapter Seven

  When MC ROC finally stopped and pulled back, Lalana still couldn't catch her breath. She felt her lips pulsating, begging for more. Everything was so wet and throbbing, she didn't know what to do. Lalana managed to ease herself upright, and settled her eyes on a scene she could hardy believe.

  MC ROC stood, inches from her, stroking his massive shaft and licking his lips as if he was still savoring her essence. His skin glistened in semi-darkness, each muscle all but dancing as he moved.

  "Damn, Shorty, you got me all worked up. You look good as fuck too."

  "What about good enough to fuck?" she asked breathlessly.

  ROC smiled. He stopped rubbing himself and moved in closer. They stared at each other.

  Then, as if handling fragile materials, he carefully lifted Lalana by her hips and adjusted himself between her widened thighs. The condom he stretched over his cock looked as though it might suffocate ROC's large member.

  "You ready for me?" he asked, stroking himself again.

  Lalana nodded. Then she sucked in a breath and braced herself. MC ROC moved his hips, pushing himself deeper and deeper. With each stroke she yelped and encouraged him to do more.

  "Fuck me harder!" she yelled. "Right there, baby right there ROC, fuck me harder!"

  A thin layer of perspiration appeared on his skin. ROC continued to move his hips, stroking her insides. As Lalana's eyes focused in on his, she felt the stiff power of his steel-like shaft. It was so hard; and at that moment, she decided, ROC's dick inside of her was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

  Refusing to be outdone by his performance, Lalana used her muscles to grip ROC tightly. She had ultimate control over her pussy and loved to use its strength to render men useless. ROC's body jerked; but Lalana's hold didn't stop, or even slow, his movement.

  She could feel the tension building just before a tingling sensation nipped at her senses. The more ROC's hips moved, the more she matched his strokes. He did it harder and faster, and she could feel the waves begin.

  Lalana's body tensed. Her hips rose, and soon the floodgates opened.

  Each time ROC thrust, Lalana felt the intensity grow. And like a volcano hissing with heat and steam, she warned, "I'm about to... I'm coming!"

  If he heard her, he didn't let on. Instead, he kept at it, slamming her walls with sweet and targeted strokes.

  "Damn, this shit is good," he panted, completely in the zone. He was working his hips, stroking her long and hard.

  "Oh, ROC," she cried.

  He moved faster, his face twisted in an ecstasy-induced grimace.

  "God, ROC, I'm coming!" She clawed at his chest, and started sucking him about the neck and face. His pace never slowed. He kept working, moving and thrusting faster and harder.

  Lalana was convinced the moment she felt herself quiver that the end was near. The subsequent spasm that shot through her body met with ROC's jerking muscles as he came. The feeling was heaven on earth. They collapsed together; he on top of her, truly satisfied.

  "Damn, girl," he gasped.

  Lalana struggled to hide the smile tickling the corners of her mouth. Was it possible that she had turned him out? It was good to know her performance had put something on his mind.

  "What is this?" she asked as they lay in the magical afterglow.

  "What's what?"

  "This," she waved her hand around the room. "I mean, is it a party or something? I've just never been to anything like this before."

  "Oh, yeah," ROC yawned. "It's just a lil' something; friends hooking up and shit, nothing serious."

  Thoughts floated around in Lalana's mind. She knew her time with ROC was nothing more than a once-in-a-lifetime dream come true. She didn't know if he was single or seeing someone, but was sure he never wanted for female company. Was she just another groupie who had lucked out on a good thing?

  Lalana convinced herself she could live with that. She wondered how many times had she given her heart, her all, thinking she and a man were exclusively working toward something serious — only to learn he was out banging anything that moved.

  Not this time, she told herself. Lalana understood and accepted that sex meant nothing but a good time; and for once, she was down for a good time no matter how brief.

  ROC draped his arm over Lalana's shoulder and held her as though they meant something to each another.

  "You good, right?"

  "Oh, uh-yeah, I'm real good," she answered. "I mean, you broke me off with that fierce tongue action, then went in for the kill. I've never been better."

  "Cool, I'ma close my eyes for a hot sec. Then we gon' roll out, try to find something to get into later."

  Lalana didn't dare close her eyes. She feared if she did, she might somehow come back to reality when they opened again. So Lalana watched ROC as he fell asleep, his chiseled chest slowly moving up and down.

  Chapter Eight

  It was close to three in the morning when Lalana and MC ROC finally left the orgy. Lalana had sucked him off again after his nap and was tempted to give him a little back-door action, but his constant phone calls derailed her plan. She told herself it was just as well — this was just their first night together. There were still more than 24 hours to go.

  "You straight?" He asked as the Bentley whizzed north up the highway.

  She smiled. Again, she had to push thoughts of Logan and his concern out of her mind. As he had held the car door open for Lalana and ROC, she could read the look on his face. For some strange reason, it ignited a small sense of guilt in her.

  "Oh, yeah, I'm good," she said.

  "You know what, I like you."

  Lalana smiled back.

  "Nah, for real. I mean you cool as hell, you don't complain, and your head job is on point!"

  He wasn't telling Lalana anything she didn't already know. Unlike some women, she didn't have any issues with her sexuality. She enjoyed sex, loved to please a man, and took the task very seriously. She gave head for his pleasure, but unlike so many other women, she actually enjoyed giving oral sex more than she liked receiving it.

  Lalana reveled in blowjobs because she saw them as challenges. She loved to see how much of a man she could fit in her mouth. Lalana had mastered the art, once a dick was nuzzled between her jaws, of producing enough wetness and friction to slop and swoosh a member just right.

  Her finale was often a toss-up between stuffing a man's balls into her already-full mouth, or swallowing in a grand and dramatic way. Yes, she enjoyed giving head. And when she was with a man who knew how to appreciate a good blow job, it only made her work that much more pleasurable.

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p; From his song "Henny and Head," Lalana knew for sure MC ROC put a lot of stake in a woman's head-giving skills. The track's lyrics went into explicit details about how soft, warm and wet a woman's mouth needed to be. ROC sang about the true champions who swallowed without as much as a second's hesitation.

  Lalana felt herself grow star struck all over again as the Bentley drove into Malibu. She was delirious with joy. Malibu was the upscale Hamptons of the West Coast, especially during the summer. Glossy gossip magazines regularly featured photos of MC ROC sipping from diamond-encrusted glasses; other stories focused on how much jewelry he sported on a night out. ROC knew how to be extravagant; and he did it well. Lalana and her friends had until now only been as close to Malibu as those tabloid pages allowed. She planned to take detailed mental pictures.

  Even at four in the morning, the atmosphere outside the car's windows was relaxing and comforting. She was nearly breathless when she stepped out of the Bentley and looked at the 11,000-square-foot Mediterranean-style beach house they had parked in front of.

  All the houses on the block gave a new meaning to "curb appeal." Lalana was in awe as she walked quietly by ROC's side, each step moving her closer to an elusive world she had only dreamed about.

  ROC looked at her. "Yeah, this is my home away from home," he said. "I knew I had to have it when the agent said its private location was Paparazzi-proof." He laughed.

  Inside, the five-bedroom house was tastefully decorated with custom-made furniture, marble baths, and a beautiful chandelier in the entranceway.

  "Lemme show you the master bedroom," ROC offered. He led Lalana through a narrow hall and into the room resembling a mini-apartment. A white leather sleigh bed stood prominently in the white-on-white master suite. Everything seemed surreal. Lalana envisioned the room being displayed on "MTV Cribs."

  "We'll be kickin' it in here, so you can leave your stuff," ROC said. "I'm gonna call and order some breakfast. We can eat out on the deck if you want."

  Lalana wanted to finish touring the house. She had no idea when she would have this kind of unprecedented access ever again.

  As they passed several doors, Lalana stopped in front of a glass-enclosed room full of exercise equipment. ROC opened the door for them to step inside. Several decks outside the spa overlooked the ocean. To the left, steps extended down a cliff and led directly onto the beach.