by Nako
Tia slid the balcony door over and stepped outside.
“Oh Lord. Chanda, what you done did to him?”
Before he could tell her that he was good, Tia hollered to the rest of the gang, “Y’all come get Chanda!” She shook her head at her friend who blew her a kiss. She knew how to have a conversation without treading onto uncharted territory. Chanda also knew that love can sometimes cause you to lose all your marbles. Tia had made substantial progress in her life and Juice could easily be a setback.
“Juice, did I make you uncomfortable?”
He directed his attention to Tia, “We’re straight.”
She didn’t seem convinced, so he told her, “Come ‘ere.” He’d missed her already and couldn’t get enough of inhaling her scent and rubbing all on her ass.
Tia looked at Chanda, “You sure?”
She didn’t want any confusion, nor did she need anyone talking for her.
“Yeah sis.”
At the present time, what they had worked for them. If Tia wasn’t applying any pressure, no one else should. She knew that this was an unhealthy concoction, but hell, she was living in the moment for now.
When they were alone again, he bent down and kissed her neck.
“Let me find out you’ve been pillow-talking?” he was half-joking.
Tia turned sideways, “Tell me what she said?”
He digressed, “It’s cool babe. You think you can get away for an hour or two? I want to show you something.”
She would run to Mars with him right now if he asked her to.
“Sure.”
She got up and he was right behind her, patting her butt.
Tia followed him to his car and he opened the door for her.
“Where are we going?” she asked him once they were on the highway.
“You’ll see,” was all he told her and turned the music on. Juice was the only man she knew that listened to slow jams on a consistent basis. He claimed that it mellowed him out.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He nodded his head.
“What was your fiancée doing in PA, if you said she don’t ever go nowhere.”
It was a random question but had been on her mind for a while.
Juice kept forgetting to ask her the same damn thing.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Tia rolled her eyes, she would bet a million dollars that the question was pertaining to someone who she wasn’t even stunting.
“Did you fuck that nigga?”
Tia turned to him. “Really?”
Why was that important? Furthermore, it was his second time asking her that and she dodged the question, initially.
“Yes or no and I’ll let it go.”
Tia refused. She turned the music back up and that answered it for him.
Normally, when a man was jealous it was cute, but not in this case. It was obsessive and possessive.
He made an exit a few more stops down, and the neighborhood was quaint.
“I love this,” she said as she people-watched while he drove to their destination. The community was in full-swing. People were outside with their kids, enjoying the breezy weather.
“Me too.” His tone had changed, indicating that he was mad about her fucking Coop, but it was nothing she could do about that. Juice needed to let the past be the past.
“Damn, I do this every time,” he mumbled under his breath as he looked over his shoulder to check if he could make an illegal U-turn.
Why was a move so simple turning her on in the worst way? Juice held onto his bottom lip as he whipped the half a million-dollar car into the next lane. The man was so motherfucking fine, it was seriously ridiculous. Today, he wore a throwback Lakers jersey with a pair of DSquared jeans and Jordan tennis shoes. His beard was filling out and his hair was covered with a cap to match his jersey. His luscious lips were a tad bit wet from him pulling on that bottom one, something he did when was a lil’ pissed off. He was mad at her, but she knew what to do. Hopefully, wherever they were headed was a private setting. A quickie would suffice her for the time being. Tia was getting some dick today, period. She had about five or six mojitos and barely any food, which meant her body was full of tequila.
Juice got on the right road and made a left turn a mile up. The street was away from the town they rode through and only had about four Spanish-styled homes, but they were some of the biggest mansions she’d ever seen. Not that she’d seen many, however they were large enough to cause her jaws to drop.
Tia gasped loudly, “Who the hell lives here?”
Juice drove down a spiral driveway and around to the side of the house.
“Me, well me and you…one day.”
Tia looked at him, in disbelief.
“Juice, don’t play like that.”
She wasn’t in the mood to be hyped up today.
“Dead ass, got it built from the ground up too.”
He hopped out the car and came around to open her door. This perfect man thing was starting to make her swoon.
“Come on, I’ll show you the first floor today.”
The house was three stories, not to include the unfinished basement, guest house and pool house. It came with two kitchens and two master bedrooms, one on the main floor and the other at the top of the house with its own wing.
Juice entered a four-digit code into the key pad and an automated voice said, “Welcome Home, Mr. McAfee.”
Cool shit, she thought to herself.
He needed to change the name to his new one.
Juice went to turn a few lights on and then pointed out the powder, dining and laundry, living and sitting rooms.
“Remember you told me that you wanted an island?”
“Where we can have breakfast at every morning with the kids?” Tia smiled.
He nodded his head.
“Your friend told me that you still loved me.”
Juice was acting like he didn’t already know that.
“Duh, don’t play with me.” She walked off to finish the tour on her own. Tia wasn’t in the mood for his mind games.
“Come here,” he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his chest.
“Tell me you love me,” he asked her, nicely.
Tia didn’t understand why she had to state the obvious. She told him that she loved him all the time.
“For what? It’s understood.”
He slapped her butt. “You always giving me lip. Can you do as I asked, please?”
Juice was feeling a way about her body being touched by another man and needed a little reassurance. He was a nigga, they experienced feelings like this every now and then.
Tia kissed him instead and before he could protest, she told him, “I love you.”
His heart leaped for joy and his dick twitched against her.
“He must miss me?” she questioned, as she touched him in his most sensitive spot.
Juice nodded his head. “You want to finish the tour first?”
It was obvious that the house was nice, she would see it if and when she moved in.
Time was of the essence and with Coachella nearing, they needed to bust a few nuts, so he could drop her off and get back to work. Earlier, while they were kicking it she told him to finish his job the right way and then go from there. Tia didn’t agree with him leaving rehearsal but was happy that she got to see him and this beautiful dream home as well.
Tia answered his question by unclasping his Ferragamo belt and unbuckling his jeans, pulling them down as far as they could go along with his Armani boxers.
“Right here in the kitchen?” he wanted to be sure.
Tia nodded her head, “Yep, on the island.”
What better way to christen the house than where they’d be eating one day.
Juice swore she was his favorite meal, so Bon Appetite nigga.
They shared more passionate kisses as his hands roamed her body while her tiny, warm ones stroked hi
s penis to life.
When he was to a size of her liking, she dropped to her knees and extended her tongue to the tip of his penis and made small circles around the head to only arouse him more. Pre-cum oozed out and she licked him like a lollipop. When he began to moan lightly, she made her way down the length of his dick, until his shaft filled her throat and then she hummed, groaned and sucked him up like a vacuum.
Tia breathed through her nose while using her tongue and lips to give him what she knew was the cause of his toes curling, her hair being pulled and those whimpers that made her pussy leap.
Giving him head made her happy. Seriously, sucking her nigga’s dick made her feel like Superwoman. Juice was putty in her hands when he was in her mouth.
The irony.
She could probably get whatever she wanted from him as long as he was balls deep in her mouth.
“You trust me?” she asked him once she stopped sucking his dick.
Juice nodded his head, unsure of what that question entailed, but one thing he knew for sure was that he did trust her.
Tia lifted his dick up and massaged his balls, with her other hand, she stroked his penis, slowly jerking him up and down.
Juice tensed up, but she told him again, “Trust me.”
One of her home girls revealed her husband’s G-Spot was his gooch area.
Tia had never heard of that shit before and watched a few flicks. Typing in “rim job” had changed her life one night.
She ended up playing with herself for an hour, making herself cum simply by seeing how submissive a man became when you licked that sensitive area under their balls. Not to be mistaken with anal. It wasn’t the ass.
Juice was scared as hell and wasn’t gay by a long-shot.
This was her first time trying this, so she could only hope he liked it and if he didn’t she would never do it again.
He smelled fresh under his balls and she was thankful.
She stuck her tongue out and touched the hairy area.
Juice said, “NAH.”
“HELL NAH!” he wasn’t feeling the gesture.
Tia told him, “Let me try.” She really wanted to experience it once.
Juice picked her up and bent her over.
“I’m good baby,” he reached under her dress and moved her panties to the side.
“Why are you always wet?”
That shit made his dick even harder.
Tia was like a Little Caesar’s pizza, hot and ready.
“You be turning me on in ways you couldn’t even imagine,” she admitted.
Juice made her face him and he tongued her down.
The day he let her get away was the worst decision of his life.
She was ready to fuck and thrusted her pussy near his dick to signal that she was prepared for the wrath.
Tia wanted him now.
Juice leaned her back on the island and placed one of her legs around his waist.
“I need one day with you, no interruptions.”
He was tired of only giving her one round of dick. Juice needed some real time with his baby.
“Make it happen then.”
Juice planned on it, real soon. Until then, she would take this mid-day quickie just how he was serving it.
Dick on a platter. Table for one.
He entered her, slowly. His eyes were on her. Her reactions were how he navigated his way into her tunnel.
“Hmmm,” she moaned.
“Right there?” he wanted to be sure, she was enjoying him.
Tia nodded her head.
Juice stroked her for a few more minutes until her pussy started cumming and she started screaming his name. He then pulled out and licked her up and down, blowing on her clit before going right back inside of her and bringing his climax to the head of his dick.
She came three times to his one, but it was all about her anyway.
They kissed as they erupted at the same time.
Juice’s chest was heaving up and down and her pussy was taking its precious time as it calmed down.
He whispered in her ear, “That shit was….so fucking juicy.”
Tia smiled and kissed him on his cheek, “All yours, baby. It’s all yours.”
Juice’s dick ballooned at the mention of her giving him ownership.
He went back in while exclaiming, “…Can’t get enough of this shit, T.”
η
Tia watched Juice in his element and that alone turned her on. He escorted her and her friends to the section where Mahogany’s special guests were seated, and she swore the view was exceptional.
“See you after the show.”
He was in work-mode and she respected it.
They could see everything.
Tia was sitting next to Carmen and Keiva was on the other side of her.
“I heard about everything, I’ve been praying for you,” she told her, warmly.
Tia smiled at her, “Thank you…so much. How have you been?”
She only remembered meeting her once at something that The Bavay’s hosted at their home.
“Good girl. Real good! Ready to turn up tonight, are y’all coming out?”
Juice told her to feel free to kick it with his peoples. He would most likely be stuck on the premises making sure that everything was closed out on the business tip.
“Yeah we are.”
Before Carmen could say something else, a beat dropped. The lights were cut, and the crowd went motherfucking bananas.
Tia had seen Mahogany a million times in concert, but this was going to be totally different experience and the fact that she was a girl from the hood headlining Coachella…Tia was proud.
“COACHELLA!” Mahogany screamed into the microphone although the stage was black…. They all knew she was coming out soon.
Another beat dropped.
“COACHELLA! ARE YALL READY?”
The crowd erupted into a loud scream as footage dropped on tons of large screens all over the perimeter of where the performance was to take place.
Juice pulled all kinds of clips in an effort to attempt to make her fans feel as if they knew her. The clips consisted of:
Mahogany in the studio as a young girl.
Mahogany with her former rap group.
Mahogany accepting her first award.
In rehearsal preparing for the show.
Shopping in Paris.
In the salon.
Giving birth to her children.
Marrying Porter.
Visiting her mother in prison.
On the runway.
She was a global superstar.
“COACHELLA! IT IS AN HONOR TO BE HERE TONIGHT! ARE YALL READY TO TURN UP?”
The crowd screamed her name and Tia was amazed. Her friends were lit as fuck.
Lights flicked on and there she was looking like a billion dollars, in a bedazzled bralette, denim cut-off shorts and diamond red bottom thigh-highs.
She opened the show with a freestyle and from there took the crowd through her catalog. Mahogany brought so many artists out. Tia’s voice was gone within the first thirty minutes.
The almost two-hour show was epic.
Juice’s blood, sweat and tears went into a great show. Tia was so inspired.
She texted him after the performance ended to let him know that she and her people were going to go out with Carmen, Jordyn King, Demi Huffington, Nia Hudson and Teka Harris, they were some of Mahogany’s friends. Burly men with shirts that read, “Security” led them into a fleet of sprinters along with their husbands.
Lanise whispered in her ear, “Girl, we really about to party with Nia Freaking Hudson!”
She was going to try her hardest to keep her cool.
Tia was on a natural high as well.
Juice texted her back with an, “okay, be safe. I’ll hit you later. May spend the night with you. Are you in your own room?”
“Of course.”
She decided to tell him in case he didn’t hear it from anyone else tonigh
t, “I AM SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU. VIVIDLY, I CAN REMEMBER THE DAY YOU FIRST STARTED AS HER MANAGER. TO PERSONALLY KNOW THAT YOU’VE PLAYED A VITAL ROLE IN HER SUCCESS MAKES ME WANT TO CRY RIGHT NOW. TONIGHT, WAS AMAZING. LOVE U BABY!”
Juice loved her text message but didn’t type anything in response and her letting him know that his hard work wasn’t in vain or unnoticed was enough for her. He struggled with accepting praise and compliments, she knew that.
While he spent the next six hours tying up loose ends, she and her friends had a motherfucking ball. Partying with the rich and famous was an experience. It was a fucking vibe. They didn’t make them feel less than or like outsiders. Tia swore she didn’t know how she and her friends made it back to the crib, let alone in bed, but somehow it happened.
The next morning, she woke up hungover as hell to the sounds of Juice arguing in the bathroom. Dude was trying his hardest to whisper, but still managed to wake her up.
“How the fuck you mad at me because she’s in a picture with them?”
It had to be his “fiancée” calling, but what was the issue?
She rolled over, grabbed her phone and the chat that she was in with her girls had almost two-thousand messages and counting.
When did them heffas ever sleep?
Tia got out of bed and ambled out of the room, leaving Juice to clean up his own mess. That wasn’t her problem.
If he came out with them, she would’ve been all in his lap like old times…or maybe not. She honestly didn’t know.
Tia found her girls in the kitchen, eating.
“How I’m the youngest and y’all got more energy than me?” She shook her head.
“Bih, we made Baller Alert and The Shade Room,” Karma said.
Her twin joked, “We famous!”
Tia grabbed her phone to see what they were talking about and if it connected to what had Juice explaining himself this early in the morning.
There was a picture of everyone in a section at some club with bottles of Ace in their hands. Tia wasn’t as excited as her friends were, but it was still a dope picture.
Juice came down the steps an hour later, interrupting their girl time.
“Let me holler at you.”
He was fully dressed, which told her there would be no cuddling today.
