Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents)

by Cairo

  Nah, the backseat of my whip!

  “I’ma make you nut, ma.”

  Her eyes widen. “Here? Now?”

  I keep my gaze locked on hers. “No doubt.” I lean into her ear, my horny hot mouth next to her ear. “I wanna finger your pussy, yo.”

  She laughs, almost choking. “Ohmygod, niggah, you crazy. I ain’t never have no niggah tell me he wanted to finger-fuck me in a club, at the bar, around buncha people. OMG, you see all these niggahs in here? What if someone sees you?”

  I shrug. “What that got to do with me and you, ma? Like I said, you sexy as fuck. I wanna have a few more drinks wit’ you and feel ya pussy wrapped around my fingers while we sit here ‘n’ chill at the bar. You wit’ it?” I take her hand and place it on the bulge in my jeans. “You feel that shit, yo?” She licks her lips, glancing around the club. “Yo, I tell you what. I’ma go wash my hands real quick. While I’m gone, I want you to peel them panties off for me.”

  She blinks. “And do what with them?”

  I grin, stroking along the edges of her jaw. I lean back into her ear. “I’ma lick them shits, yo.”

  She laughs. “You crazy as hell.”

  “Nah, ma, I’m dead ass. If you aint wit’ it, then I guess you’ll be gone when I get back.”

  She tilts her head, smirking. One hand on her hip. “And if I’m still sitting here?”

  “Yo, don’t play, ma. You already know what it is. If ya sexy ass is still here when I get back, then you need to be peelin’ them drawers off.”

  “Damn, niggah, you some kinda nasty.” She glances around the bar to see if anyone is listening to us, then glances at her reflection in the mirror over the bar before bringing her attention back to me. I’m still staring at her when she looks me in the eyes. “Make sure you wash them hands good.”

  I smirk. “Oh, my hands will be clean. You make sure you have them panties off.” I gulp back the rest of my beer and plop the empty bottle down, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I flag the bartender and order us another round of drinks. Leaning in, I tell her, “Real shit, ma. I wanna feel ya pussy. Then take you outside and pipe you out.”

  Eyebrow raised, she gives me an amused look over the rim of her glass. She takes a slow, deliberate sip as if she’s tryna decide if she wants to indulge me, or turn up the ’tude and get it crunked for coming at her like this. She narrows her eyes, but doesn’t start neck-rolling it like she’s ready to crank up the ’tude so I already know what it is. She’s a freaky bitch wit’ it. I lick my lips. I can already see her dress hiked up over her hips, me in back of her watching my shiny, wet dick from her gooey cunt slide in and outta her. Her ass up, back arched, face pressed down into the leather seat, taking this dick like a pro.

  Instinctively, I grab my dick. “Hope you’re still here when I get back.” I walk off in the direction of the men’s room, feeling her eyes on me as I zigzag my way through the crowd. The club’s mad packed. I have to practically elbow niggahs outta the way just to get to the fucking bathroom.

  When I return to the bar, Milk Chocolate’s still perched up at the bar. She’s talking to some tall, lanky dark-skinned muhfucka wit’ blonde locks. He dips off wit’ a drink in his hand as I approach the bar. He gives me a head nod and keeps it moving.

  I grin. “I see you still here.”

  “Of course I am. I’ma real bitch. I don’t buckle, baby.”

  “That’s wasssup. You got them panties off for me?”

  She smirks. “Order me another drink and find out for yourself. You want ’em off, you take ’em off.”

  “Oh word? Don’t think I won’t peel them drawers off, ma.”

  “Then do it, niggah.” I flag the bartender over and order her, like her fifth or sixth drink. Yeah, the bitch is tanked up. Her eyes are glassy. And I can tell she’s feeling real right. I step in back of her, pressing myself up against her back. I slip my hand in the slit of her dress.

  “You crazy as hell. You know that, right?” She says this over her shoulder, before glancing around the bar, then the club to see who’s watching. “What if someone sees you?”

  “Then let ’em watch. We’ll give ’em a real live show.” I inch my hand up her smooth thigh. “Open ya legs for me, ma. I see you ain’t take them drawers off like I asked. But it’s all good. I’ma slide my fingers in anyway.”

  “Ohmygod,” she says, reaching for her drink the moment the bartender sets it in front of her. She tosses half of it back. Damn, this bitch gotta long throat, I think, inching my hand further up her thigh. Fuckin’ lush! Yeah, I’ma get some’a this pussy tonight. “I can’t believe I’m actually letting you do this. Right here.”

  “Why? I know you a freak, baby. Live on the edge a lil. Let ya freak flag fly.” I press my hips into her back. My clit is pulsing through my cock. It’s throbbing and I’m ready to nut, real shit, yo. I rub my dick over my jeans a few times, stroking it so that it pushes into my clit. My dick feels extra hard, even though I know it’s all in my head. But the shit feels like it’s coming to life.

  “You gonna let me get up in this sweet, pink pussy, huh, ma?”

  She smirks. “Maybe.”

  “Yeah, a’ight, ma. Front if you want. I already know what it is.”

  “Oh yeah? And what is that?”

  I lightly rub her inner thigh. “You want me to shove this fat dick into your pussy, and pound that shit real good for you, don’t you?” I rub the front of her panties. I feel for her clit and massage it. “You gonna let me pound that pussy, ma?”

  Her lips part, a breath escapes her, but she doesn’t speak for a few seconds. She blinks, slowly having second thoughts about what’s about to pop off. “Maybe…mmmm…we shouldn’t. Not here.”

  “Yes, here. We good, ma. Relax. Let these muhfuckas do them while I do you.” My lips are pressed up to her ear. “I’m spread ya slit wit’ my thumbs, then run the tip of my long wet tongue from ya clit to ya crack, then skim ya slit wit’ it before circlin’ my tongue around your pussy. Then I’ma push it deep in you. You want that?”

  She responds with a grunt.

  “I bet you got some good tastin’ pussy, don’t you?”

  “Mmm…sure do.”

  “I’ma ’bout to find out.” I ease a finger into her panties, then dip a finger inside of her. Damn, she’s wet. “Damn, ma…pussy’s wet already, huh?”

  She leans forward, places both hands up on the bar. “Ooh…you’re a real nasty niggah. You got me doing some shit I ain’t never done before.” She locks her gaze on to me. “I hope you have a big dick ’cause I’ma wanna leave here and fuck after this.”

  The only place we fuckin’ is outside!

  I grin, already anticipating sinking my horny dick between her warm, wet pussy lips. “Oh word? That’s wassup.” I find her clit, circling two fingertips over it. “Want me to eat your pussy, ma?” I say into her ear. She’s trying desperately to keep it together, but the way she’s lifting up off the stool, grinding her hips, I can tell she’s ready for more. She grinds her pussy over my hand in sync to Rihanna’s “Love Song.” “Ooooh, this…isssss…my shit…uhhh…”

  “Yeah, work that shit, ma…”

  She takes a sip of her drink, tryna play shit cool. She’s fightin’ hard to keep her composure, but the shit ain’t workin’. She throws her head back. “Oh, god, yessss!” she yells over Justin Timberlake’s “Suit & Tie” as it plays.

  I slide two fingers into her pussy. And she almost topples off the barstool, choking a lil on her drink. With the exception of the dim blinking lights around the bar, the majority of the club is dark so no one standing near or around us peeps what’s really going down over here. And if they do, they ain’t beat about it.

  “Yeah, ma,” I whisper into her ear, “give me that wet pussy.” I cup my hand underneath her and she pushes her pelvis down onto my hand.

  “Oooh, yes,” she calls out as Trinidad James’ “All Gold Everything” starts playing. She bounces on my hand.

  “Yea
h, that’s it. Nut for me in front of all these muhfuckas, baby.” My thumb traces circles around her clit as my fingers rapidly slip in and outta her. “All these niggahs up in here, I bet they can smell ya wet pussy, ma.” A moan escapes her mouth. She pulls in her bottom lip. “You gettin’ ready to nut for me, ma?”

  “Yesss…” I pinch her clit. “Ooh, yes, goddammit. That’s my shit.” She grabs the edge of the bar, and nuts all over my hand. She keeps grinding on my hand, her pussy pulling and gripping my sticky fingers. Her juices soak my hand. She’s hot and wet. Her ass wiggling on my hand, her fingers clawing the bar as another nut sweeps through her pussy and onto my hand. Her body jerks. I wait a few seconds more, then slowly pull my fingers outta her gushy hole. She turns to face me, her eyes all lusty ‘n’ shit, and watches me slip my fingers into my mouth and suck them clean.

  She eyes me, brushing her hand along the front of my jeans. “Let’s get out of here. I wanna take you home with me.”

  She stands up, swaying a bit. Yeah, this bitch mad tipsy. I’ma ’bout to get some’a this drunk pussy. I grin. “Nah, ma, I ain’t ready to go home wit’ you.”

  “Then let me go to yours.”

  “Nah, can’t take you to my spot, either.”

  She sucks her teeth. “Shit, niggah. You got my pussy all worked up. I want some dick. We ain’t gotta go to my place or yours. But we gotta go somewhere. I wanna fuck. I can’t take this.”

  “Then let’s go to my whip,” I say, signaling the bartender for the bill. I pull out a hundred dollar bill and toss it up on the bar. “You ready?”

  “I ain’t really into getting fucked in no car, like I’m some whore.”

  “Maybe you should try it. Step outta ya comfort zone, ma. Be my whore tonight. C’mon.” I take her by the hand, leading her through the crowd.

  She pulls back. “Wait. Let me go tell my girl, Elisa, I’ma go outside for a minute.”

  “Nah, text her. We’re only goin’ outside, ma. Tell her you’ll be back in, like in, thirty minutes.”

  “Yeah, you’re right,” she says, pulling out her iPhone. She hits her peeps up, then follows me out the door.

  • • •

  “Damn, ma, you taste good.” Alicia’s on her knees, her head is pressed down into the leather seat, her ass cheeks spread wide. I swipe my tongue up and over her clit. Her body shivers as she moans. My tongue circles around her cunt, and she bucks against my mouth as my fingers find their way inside of her. My tongue swirls and caresses her clit while my hand ‘n’ fingers thrust in ‘n’ outta her. She surrenders to the sensations, and nuts against my mouth, grunting and groaning.

  She cranes her neck over her shoulder. “Fuck me!” Her hips wind. “I want that dick, niggah.” She reaches back and pulls open her ass. “Let me feel that dick.”

  I reach in my pocket and pull out a condom, tearing open its wrapper, then rolling it down onto my dick. Her pussy lips glisten. Her deep pink hole looks wet ‘n’ juicy.

  I lean forward. She looks over her shoulder at me as I push through the tightness. Push through the wetness until I get to the bottom of her heated pussy. She gasps and hisses and whimpers as I ride her hips. I am lost in the idea of her thinkin’ I’ma real niggah fucking her, lost in the fantasy of having my long, throbbing dick soaked in her juices. I close my eyes. Press my lips tight as I move inside of her. Fogged windows, my truck rocks as we get it in. Slow ‘n’ steady, I stroke her walls. Try to push in her uterus.

  In.

  Out.

  In.

  Out.

  She moans, her nails digging in and grabbing at the leather seats.

  I change my rhythm, pulling back a bit so I can spread open her ass and watch my dick slide in ’n’ outta her. “Goddamn, that pretty pussy’s grabbin’ this dick, yo. Oh, fuck. Look at that shit. Tight-ass pussy all stretched open for this dick.”

  She grunts, bucking her hips, grinding her pussy up on my dick.

  “Yeah, that’s it, ma…nut on my dick. Coat my shit wit’ ya juices…”

  Her whimpering and moaning turns into chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, yes…ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh…”

  I lightly bite the back of her neck. Grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back while plowin’ my dick into her, fast ‘n’ deep. With each thrust, she grunts.

  My whip smells of hot sex, wet pussy. My head starts to spin as I breathe it in.

  “Ohhhh…fuck!”

  “Yeah, that’s it, ma…bust that pussy all over this hard dick…” she bounces her ass up on me. “Yeah, baby, give me that shit. Aaah, yeah…”

  She twists her neck to face me. “I wanna suck your dick, niggah.”

  “Nah, baby, not tonight. I wanna keep it buried in this hot pussy.”

  “No, let me suck it. You can put it back in me. I wanna taste you.”

  What the fuck? As bad as I’d dig seeing her juicy lips wrapped ’round my dick, ain’t no way it’s about to pop off. Not tonight. I loop an arm around her waist, then use my other hand to reach up under her to play with her clit.

  I groan into her back, feeling my own nut building up inside of me as the base strokes my clit. “Ohhh, shiiiit…pussy’s good…” Yeah, I don’t really know how good the shit is wrapped around my strap-on. But I know how it felt on my fingers, how it felt and tasted on my tongue. And I know what it looks like watching it slide in ‘n’ outta her. So I already know if this was a real cock guttin’ her up, it’d feel good as fuck wrapped ’round my shit.

  She grunts. “Oh, fuck, I’m cum…ming…mmmm…oooooh, yessss…”

  I grunt along with her. “Yeah, baby…aaah, shit, I’m cummin’ wit’ you.”

  She screams out, and comes and comes and comes. My grunts deepen as I keep thrusting into, grinding the base of my cock against my clit. A few minutes more, and I slip outta her, then quickly plunge my tongue in, flapping it around her wetness, pulling her juices out, slurping her nut into my mouth. I do this as a diversion. As a way to pull off my condom and stuff my dick back into my pants before she can turn around and wanna see it, throat it. She rocks her hips, her pussy clenching my tongue.

  “Ooooh, yesss…I’m coming again.”

  My mouth cups over her clit and I suck it as her body shakes. She rides my lips and tongue. Afterward, I climb into the front seat and crack open the steamed windows while she straightens herself. She climbs into the passenger seat.

  “Whew, that was good.” She runs a hand through her hair, then uses her fingers to fluff it out. “I feel like I need a cigarette now.” She pulls her cell outta her purse.

  “Glad you enjoyed it, ma,” I say, cranking the engine.

  “Yeah, you did that, boo.” She hands me her phone. “I’ma need you to lock your number into my phone.”

  Shit. I hit her with one of my pre-paid jump-offs. I hand it back to her. She leans over and cups my cheeks. “Listen, ma. Real shit—” she smashes her lips against mine, tryna suck the air from my lungs. Her kiss is rough, real hungry, at first then softens. Her tongue slips inside of my mouth, swirls around mine. She sucks on it. Tastes her pussy on it.

  She pulls back and we are both breathless. Her eyelids lift, and she looks me in the eyes. Hers are full of lust. I can tell she wants some more of this dick. Probably wants more than what I can give, or am willing to give, without her uncovering my secret.

  “Thanks for bringing the freak out of me.”

  I grin, driving up closer toward the club’s entrance. “No doubt, ma.”

  She opens the door, leaning in and kissing me quickly on the side of the mouth. “I’ll call you.”

  “Cool.” I eye her as she shuts the door and walks back toward the club. I pull off, tapping the horn, then peeling off, heading toward the parkway. I glance over and smile, grabbing the silky fabric she’s left in the passenger seat. I reach for her panties. Bring them to my nose and inhale, holding the scent of her pussy in, committing it to memory. Yeah, she most def had some good pussy.

  • • •

 
A few days later, me and some’a my bros, Prince, Scooter, and Jack—are down at the Fish Basket, a hot lil stripper joint flooded with hot femme bitches shakin’ them moneymakers mad fast ‘n’ nasty. We’re sitting in a booth, swag on ten, laced up in our Timbs, crisp white Tees, fitted caps, and jeans—poppin’ mad shit ‘n’ tossing back shots of Rèmy XO, eyeing the action.

  “Yo, this niggah right here,” Prince says, flicking his thumb over toward me, “stays missin’ in action.”

  Jack laughs. “You know that niggah stays on the prowl.”

  I wave ’em on. “Whatever, muhfuckas. I’m doin’ me.”

  “Damn, that bitch is bad,” Prince says, pointing to a big-booty, caramel-skinned cutie with tassels dangling from her long, dark nipples. Her tits are mad small, though.

  “She’s a’ight,” I comment, tossing back another shot of Yak. Glad her ass has moved onto something else other than what I’m doing. “Them titties too small for me, though.”

  “She’s ‘a’ight’? Niggah, is your crazy?” She shakes her head.

  I shake my head. “Nah, I’m dead-ass. She look a’ight.”

  She tisks. “You stylin’, yo. That bitch is fiiyah, son.”

  I shoot her a look. “Yeah, a’ight. And she still got ’lil itty-bitty titties, muhfucka.”

  “I ain’t checkin’ for her boobs, niggah. You see the basket on that bitch, yo? That ass fat as shit.” She grabs at her crotch. “Word is bond, yo. I’d run this dick all up in that juicy muhfucka.”

  Scooter throws a balled-up napkin at Prince, pulling out his cell. “Muhfucka, ya horny-ass stay tryna run ya dick up in sumthin’. Ya ass gonna fuck ’round and catch some shit you can’t get rid of.”

  Prince gives Scooter the middle finger. “Catch that, pussy-whipped muhfucka. I ain’t catchin’ shit, bruh. I stays strapped. But you, on the other hand,”—Prince points at her—“ ’bout to catch another smack down if you don’t have ya ass home by eleven.”

  Jack and I laugh.

  “Yo, fuck outta here, muhfucka. Smack down hell. Queesha don’t run shit over here.”

  Scooter is a five-six, baldhead, Hershey chocolate, masculine muhfucka with a mad thick neck, and seven-inch scar from her left cheek to her jaw compliments of her jealous-ass wifey. Three years ago, she caught Scooter grinding up on some other broad at a party and rolled up on her with her blade in her hand and did her dirty. The crazy-ass broad got her for about eighty-stitches, that time. Another time, she cut up all her shit ‘n’ tried to set a niggah on fire in her sleep. And you’d think Scooter’s dumb ass woulda dipped on her nutty ass by now. Nope. She still with that crazy bitch.