Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  She chuckled lowly then said, “I recently met someone.”

  “What you mean?”

  “Like a man. He’s a friend of my homegirl, and he asked me out to dinner. I’m going to go.”

  “Dinner doesn’t mean anything, Swan. All he wants is to fuck you, so I say don’t even waste your time.”

  “Well, we’ve been talking for weeks. He’s really sweet, and he’s been asking, but I’ve always said I couldn’t.”

  “Fine, go.” I sat up to remove the condom slowly. I was irritated with Swan, but I’d just wait for the nigga to ghost her ass.

  “I wasn’t telling you to get permission, Will. I was telling you because he wants to go Friday night, so that means I can’t see you.”

  Turning to look down at her in the bed, I frowned. “You can see me after. The date should be over about 10 p.m. right?”

  “It may be, and it may not be, but I don’t want to come do this after my date with him.”

  “With him? Why you say with him, like he’s special or something? Like being with me after that nigga is a sin?”

  “It’s not you. It’s that I like him, and I don’t want to come sleep with another man, or sell my body the same night I go out with him. And he is special; we’ve been talking for weeks.”

  “Oh, all it takes for a nigga to be special to you is to talk to you for weeks? I’ve been fucking you for much longer than that, Swan.” I stood up.

  “Yeah, but you’re a client. He’s an actual man in my life. There is a difference.” She got out of the bed quickly. “And I’m going to leave now.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I hate when you start to act like I belong to you or something! What we do is a job for me!”

  “Oh, that’s it, huh?”

  “Yes, that is it! You think I sell my body for fun? Because I enjoy multiple men cumming in and using me? Well I don’t! This is the only way I’ve figured out how to make money. Once something else comes along, I will be done.”

  She fussed as she cleaned herself with a wipe, trashed it, then grabbed her panties.

  “My bad, Swan.” I tried to grab her as she walked by, but she moved from my grasp and headed for the hotel room door.

  I tried calling her phone a few times, but she wouldn’t answer me, so I just hopped in the shower then passed out in the bed.

  I would get her back another day.

  The next evening…

  Today, Priscilla was filming for one of her dances along with these two women who did backup for her. She told me about it, and since I was surely trying to put the moves on her fine ass, I decided to show up. And judging by her Instagram, I got the feeling that her relationship was on the outs. Priscilla wasn’t one to post too many sexy things, but lately, she’d been flicking it up in bikinis and short dresses, right along with Blaise and this deejay girl named Ali V. I licked my lips at the thought.

  If she was single, the shit would make my day, but the fact that I had a hard time getting aroused in her presence irked me. I didn’t understand the shit since I was beyond attracted to her ass. But no matter what, it just seemed like I couldn’t get into that mood when with her.

  Last time, I thought for sure if I ate her pussy, my dick would spring up, but nothing. However, just in case I kept having a hard time, no pun intended, I got a little something to help me out.

  I shook my head at myself as I pulled into the parking lot of the dance studio she used.

  The guy up front knew me from being with Dionne, so he buzzed me in right away, as soon as I showed him my camera bag. Priscilla didn’t ask me to take pictures; hell, she ain’t even know I was coming, but I enjoyed capturing her in her element, so I brought my shit anyway.

  “What are you doing here?” I unfortunately ran right into Dionne in the long hallway. I hadn’t even realized I was passing her, because I was so focused on the door that I knew would lead me to Priscilla.

  “That’s yo’ business still?” I looked down into her face.

  Sighing, she dropped her head temporarily then looked up into my eyes. “Will I don’t know what you want me to say or do. You act like I actually cheated on you.”

  “You did, emotionally.”

  “That does not exist. People use emotional cheating as an excuse.”

  “Nah, it’s not an excuse, and the shit is a little bit worse. Why the fuck would I be with you knowing you’d rather be laid up under Belly? My homie and someone I work for? You think I’m that pathetic?”

  “No, no, Willem. I’m over him. He’s been ignoring me for the longest, and I’m done with that.”

  “Oh, so now that you’re done fawning over the next nigga, I’m supposed to fall in line.”

  “That came out wrong. What I meant was—”

  “It’s cool. Have a good day, Dionne.”

  “Will!” she called my name as I tread down the rest of the hallway to the door. I felt Dionne’s eyes on my back as I entered, and we made eye contact one last time as I closed it behind me.

  “Oh, hi. What are you doing here?” Priscilla gave me an odd look, adjusting the hat on her head that her long, curly ponytail was sprouting through.

  When she neared me, I asked lowly, “What, you don’t want me here?”

  When I saw her smile widely, I did the same, touching her hips then exposed stomach.

  “No, that’s not it. I… Dionne literally just walked out of here. And I don’t know; it’s awkward.”

  “Don’t let it be awkward. That’s done with, ever since I found out she wants the homie.”

  “Oh, right. I was wondering, did she tell you?”

  “Nah, he did.”

  “Wow. She told me when she approached me about feeling like you were cheating on her. But I have to get to work, so sit down. There are some snacks if you want.” She rushed off to where the other women were, waiting on her.

  I was already aware of the fact that Dionne had been confiding in Priscilla, but I was wondering what all she’d told her, so much so, that I couldn’t even take pictures as Priscilla danced.

  She was finished about two and a half hours later, so I waited as her background dancers left the room.

  “You hungry? I was thinking we could go get some dinner. I mean, unless you don’t feel like it after all that.”

  “I can shower here to save time. I have extra clothes in my bag for emergencies.”

  “Oh, I’m an emergency?” I smirked, making her blush. My eyes admired her chocolate skin as she chuckled.

  “No, my kids are. But you’re okay enough to convince me to use my emergency outfit. How’s that?”

  “Works for me.”

  I sat back, occupying myself with my phone, and ignoring the few texts that Dionne had sent me. Priscilla came out not too long after, about twenty minutes, in some jeans, a tube top, and the same heels she’d been dancing in.

  Leaving out, we got into our separate cars after deciding on this American restaurant nearby. It was located in a shopping center, so after parking, I waited until I saw her car do the same. Hopping out, I met her by her whip and then led her inside.

  Thankfully, the place wasn’t too full, and the table we were given didn’t have any other people in earshot.

  “So what all did Dionne tell you? I’m just curious.”

  “Umm, nothing much. She just told me she felt like you were being unfaithful, and as you know, that she was in love with Belly.” Priscilla shrugged, sipping her ice water.

  I nodded.

  “Nothing else?”

  “No.” She laughed. “Calm down. Do you wanna just leave and go ask Dionne what all she told me?”

  “Nah, not at all. My bad.” I took down some of my Bourbon. “So I’ve been seeing you showing out on the gram. How does your man feel about that?”

  I was gauging her with that question, but I was hoping she wouldn’t realize it.

  “What man?”

  “Oh shit. So you’re free now?”

  “Yes, I am. Don’t look
so happy about it.” She giggled.

  “I mean, I can’t help but to be happy about it. I like you, and now that I know you ain’t attached, I don’t have to worry about boundaries.”

  “I see. We’ve already crossed a few anyway.”

  “True. May I ask why it’s over?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “Kind of. If it was some petty shit, then I know you may most likely go back to him. But something major tells me it’s a wrap for sure.”

  “Well it was major.” Priscilla waited for the waitress to set her alcoholic drink down. “You were right about what you said to me that day in the parking lot. He was acting single.”

  “Cheated on you.”

  “Yeah, but that’s not even the worst part.”

  “What he do?” I leaned in a little more, watching her sip the cosmopolitan.

  “Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s kind of embarrassing, and I just… yeah, I don’t want to.”

  Now she had me wondering. I ain’t want to press her, but I was interested to know what the fuck the nigga did.

  “You ain’t got AIDS, right?”

  “No! He… he gave me this thing called trich. It’s gone now though and was gone well before our encounter in your studio, so don’t worry.”

  “Damn, but at least I can be happy that shit is a legit wrap.” I grinned, and she did the same.

  “How did you know he wasn’t being right? Did you see something, or…?”

  “Nah, you just hear shit being in the business and around all types of people. I’d seen him out a few times, Belly too, and he definitely wasn’t acting like he had a girl and some kids at home.” She said nothing, and I could tell she was embarrassed for some reason. “But it wasn’t anything new. Men do that shit all the time.”

  “I see.”

  I changed the subject after that, so the rest of our dinner went smoothly. Periodically I hit Swan up to see if she’d cooled down, but I was still getting no response, which worried me. I didn’t want to be with Swan or anything like that, but she was my fix, part of my addiction. The thought of her not fucking with me no more stressed me. Yeah, I could go to other brothels and shit, and I would, but it was almost like a coke-head not being able to get ahold of his favorite cocaine or dealer.

  “Wanna come chill at the crib? I got some wine.”

  “My aunt is spending the night at my house, so I guess I can spare a little extra time.” She bit her lip, making me lick mine.

  “Cool. Just follow me.”

  We made it to my crib in no time it seemed, and after getting her settled in my living room, I poured some of the red wine, which is what she said she preferred.

  “Your house is really nice.” She took the glass, looking around my living room as she sat on my couch.

  “You sound surprised.”

  “Do I?” She laughed.

  “Yeah, you do. What you thought, I was broke or lived in a shack somewhere? I been shooting famous folks and magazines for a minute, and I shoot Cortez Khalil.”

  “No, I know. I just… I always expect single guys to live like bums, nothing personal. My ex, when we first got together, even though he had money was living in a pig sty.”

  “Well, I’m surely not him.” I touched her leg gently.

  She took another sip then placed her glass to the side, so I polished off mine before welcoming her into my lap. The kissing started, and I tried to go inside my head to make shit pop off down below before she realized it hadn’t. Priscilla was bound to check, and I ain’t want to disappoint her again. Once I had her shirt and bra off, I realized I still wasn’t hard.

  “I’m so horny,” she whispered, pulling my shirt off.

  When her hands started downward, I gripped her wrists.

  “Let’s take this to the room.”

  She nodded, so I stood up, still holding her body as I walked through my house and to the bedroom. I put Priscilla down onto the bed then removed her jeans since she’d already taken her shoes off in the living room.

  I stepped out of my pants as I admired her naked body, then got down, pulling her to the edge so I could eat her pussy.

  “Shit, Will.” She rubbed my curly hair, grinding against my mouth.

  The harder she grinded, the harder I sucked her clit, and in no time, she was exploding right in my mouth. I lapped it up before taking her through another tongue-lashing, enjoying her high-pitched moans and the way her soft hands caressed my head.

  “Damn, girl,” I commented, finally coming up for air after she released again. “Shit, I left my condoms in the other room.” I got off of her.

  “Why? Isn’t this your bedroom?”

  “Yeah, but I usually don’t fuck in my actual bedroom. It always seemed nasty as fuck, but not with you.” I lied so good that I swore I saw another version of myself nodding in approval from across the room.

  “Okay.”

  I rushed out of the bedroom, went into the guest, and used the key to open one of the drawers. Grabbing the strap-on I’d purchased yesterday, I pushed my boxers down, slipped it on, then pulled my boxers back up. This was a male strap-on. Yes, they sold these, so I was able to slip my limp dick into the opening.

  I thought of taking Viagra, but during my research, I found it was only for muthafuckas who had erectile dysfunctions. My issue was with getting aroused, so Viagra wouldn’t even work for me. When I was horny, I had no problems getting hard. Normal women just didn’t titillate me.

  Rushing back to the room after adjusting myself, I closed the door behind me, smiling at Priscilla’s beautiful ass while waving the condom. I climbed onto the bed and started pulling the comforter back as we kissed, before we both got under it. After spreading her legs, I tore the condom open, pushed my boxers down, and slipped it on. Positioning the fake dick at her opening, I barged inside, enjoying the pleasure in her face as she arched her back.

  “Oh my gosh,” Priscilla whimpered, digging her nails into my back.

  I kept rocking in and out of her, jealous of this damn fake dick that got to feel her insides. Irritated, I lifted myself up, put her legs over my shoulders, and fucked the shit out of her. I didn’t stop no matter how hard her body shook from cumming. When I saw she looked worn out, I finally stopped, dropping onto her to tongue her down.

  “Fuck,” I grunted, playing the role.

  “Did you cum?” she panted. “It didn’t seem—”

  “I did. I just don’t do all that extra shit when I do.” I chuckled, kissing her lips as she smiled softly.

  “Just checking.”

  “You should stay the night. We can eat breakfast in Long Beach in the morning.”

  “Okay,” she replied drowsily.

  I moved to the side of her after pecking her lips, then once she had dozed off, I slipped my boxers back on, went to clean then lock up the strap, before slipping back in bed with her.

  So far, so good.

  Megyn Thomas

  “Oh shit,” I whimpered, riding Belly’s dick. My body gyrated hard as hell when I came down on his long, thick shaft. I felt weak, as his big hands dug into my hips, reaching around to squeeze on my ass periodically.

  I looked down at him, admiring his supple mahogany complexion, chiseled body, and the various artwork that decorated his neck, arms, and chest. This man was beyond good looking and so sexy, with the dick game to match.

  “Damn,” he mumbled in his alluring and slightly raspy voice, as I rocked my hips.

  It didn’t take long for me to rain down on him so hard that I fell forward, causing our noses to touch.

  “Mmm,” was the only thing I could whimper, feeling paralyzed.

  When I positioned my head to kiss his lips, he gripped my jaw tightly in his large hand before coolly saying, “I told you I got a girl. Have some respect.”

  This was why I hated Blaise. She was paying this nigga dust, yet he was still parading around LA like they were soon to be married.

  Before I could say anything in res
ponse, Belly flipped me onto my back, pushed my legs toward my body, and slid in. Wrapping his hand around my neck, he pounded my pussy with so much force that I came twice back-to-back and was rendered speechless. I stared up into his eyes with my jaw hanging open, letting out sporadic moans and cries, as he beat my pussy up while choking me gently. I couldn’t stop my orgasms, and he knew it, looking me deeply in the eyes with his perfect teeth sunken down into his bottom lip.

  “Ba—” I put my hand up on his hard abs, and he knocked it away with the quickness.

  “Move that shit,” he demanded.

  I felt my juices trickling down past my ass and onto the sheets as Belly fucked me hard with no mercy. After my fifth or sixth orgasm, he pulled out, removed the condom, and then sat me up to fuck my face. I sucked his dick like my life depended on it, loving the moans of pleasure he let out. Soon after, he released right into my mouth, and I took it down. I didn’t mind swallowing Belly, because unlike most, he had a good diet, and I guess it was due to him being an athlete.

  He pulled out of my mouth and helped me from the bed so we could take a shower. We washed off with no sex since he didn’t bring a condom.

  “You know I don’t have anything, Cortez.” I wrapped the towel around my body once we were out. “So we don’t have to use condoms.” I wet my toothbrush before putting toothpaste on it. We were currently at my place.

  “I don’t fuck you raw because I don’t want you having my baby, not because I think ya pussy is dirty.” He left the bathroom as I finished brushing, flossing, and rinsing with mouthwash.

  After putting on some boy shorts and a bralette, I joined him in my large bed.

  “What’s up with Maia? Is she keeping the baby?”

  “She ain’t having my baby. That was some bullshit.”

  “Oh, okay.” I smiled softly, getting comfortable as I laid on his chest. His body wash smelled so good. I made sure to stock up on it for him, for those nights he stayed over. “Can I ask you something?”

  His eyes were closed like he was thinking.

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you like me?”