Behind the Hood (Behind the Lives) (18 page)

He shrugged. She was the one who’d ground him. “Can’t help it if you’re hot.”

She smiled then kissed him. Tama couldn’t believe it; he was actually saying everything right. He grabbed her head and slipped his tongue in. She tasted of beer and cigarettes, but then again he probably did too.

She moved her hand down to his crotch. Tama jerked back in surprise. Fuck, she thought
he
moved fast! As she rubbed him he relaxed. He liked this bird. He was definitely getting laid tonight.

He slipped his hand under her top. The phone in his pocket rang. He let go of Nina and pulled it out. “Yeah?”

“Who the fuck are you?” a male voice asked.

“None of your business.”

“This is my girl’s phone. Why’ve you got it?”

“I took it after I fucked her.” Tama grinned at Nina, who giggled.

“Are you Tama?”

“Yep ... and you have one skanky ho. I only did her cos I wuz high.”

“When I find you I’m gonna shoot you.”

Tama laughed. “Where do ya live? I’ll come round.”

“Like hell I’m telling you. I’ll take you out when you’re not looking.”

Tama’s face burned. “Like you could, wank stain!” He hung up and jammed the phone into his pocket.

Nina grinned at him. “You get round a lot, don’t cha?”

Tama growled as the phone rang again. Why couldn’t people leave him alone? He looked at the number. Bloody Mikey again. He didn’t want to talk to the kid. He turned off the phone then put it away.

“It’s off now.” His hand crept under her skirt as he leaned in for a kiss. She started rubbing him again. He liked older birds, they didn’t muck around like younger chicks.

“Damn, Jess, that feels great,” he muttered.

Nina’s hand whipped back. “What?”

“I ... I said Jeez. Like in jeez wiz, that’s great.” It was lame, but it was all he had.

“Oh.” Nina looked embarrassed.

Tama didn’t want to ruin a sure thing. He wanted to get some before he put his foot in it again. “You wanna go up to a room?” he asked quickly.

She looked unsure.

“C’mon ... I won’t do anything you don’t wanna do,” he said, certain she was into him.

She smiled and nodded.

Tama grinned; happy he’d gotten away with it. He’d be right royally pissed off if she bolted now. He took her hand, led her across the grass and back into the house. The heat inside instantly hit him. He pushed through the partygoers and into the lounge.

Naf and Corey were sitting on the couch, next to a weedy looking dude. All three guys looked miserable.

Naf threw his beer can at Tama. “Tama, you prick.”

Tama ducked. A female swore behind him. Tama glanced at the girl as she started crying over the beer on her tight red dress. He was surprised that Johno had let her in. She couldn’t have been older than twelve.

He turned back to Naf, giving his mate the look of, “I’m getting some and you ain’t.”

Naf gave him the finger.

Tama laughed as he climbed the staircase with Nina. He turned right, checking every room, and getting an eyeful along the way. Finally, he found an empty one. It looked like a girl’s room, covered in posters of boy bands and other popstars. The single bed had a pink duvet, matching the candy floss cabinet.

Tama shut the door as Nina pulled off her top and sat down on the bed. Man, she had the biggest tits he’d ever seen.

“Take off your clothes,” Nina said, moving up the bed.

Fuck, he’d hit the jackpot. All that coy stuff earlier was bullshit. He yanked off his top and jeans so fast he almost fell over. Once he was starkers he jumped onto the bed.

“Take yours off,” he said.

She shimmied out of her skirt and G-string, then undid her bra. Tama stared at her tits, amazed by how round they were. They were solid, not needing any bra to hold them up. He’d never had fake boobs before and was definitely game. He crawled up over her and latched onto one. Nina moaned and grabbed his cock. His eyes widened. Shit, she was rough! He grimaced as she squeezed the life out of him.

“Too hard, babe.”

She let go. “Sorry. Got a condom?”

“Yep.”

He jumped off, and plucked one out of his jeans. He ripped it open, pulled it on, then climbed back over her and slid inside.
Definitely a MILF,
he thought.

She rolled him over, sat up, and started riding him.

Tama closed his eyes. “Yeah ... that’s good.”

Nina picked up speed, making him moan. Oh man, he wished she was Jess. He could imagine Jess sitting on top, riding him hard, her huge breasts bouncing, just screaming to be touched.

“Yeah, Jess, that so good.”

Nina went rigid.

He opened his eyes. “Why’d ja stop?”

She frowned then lay down on him.

Tama rolled her over, and placed his face into her hair. It smelt of a mixture of cigarettes and hairspray. He closed his eyes, and brought up an image of Jess. Hooded eyes, caramel skin, full lips... Nina grabbed his butt. He thought of Jess’s fingers digging in, her breasts under his chest, and his cock buried deep inside of her. He groaned, the heat driving him wild.

He could hear Jess’s breathy voice, “Hit me ... harder.”

Tama couldn’t hold back anymore. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and pounded into her, his hips thrusting out of control. He knew he was being too rough by her squeals, but he was beyond caring.

“Yes ... Jess ... yessss,” he yelled, as he came.

Tama felt hands shove at his chest. He fell back and landed on the floor. Nina jumped off the bed and snatched up her clothes.

“What the fuck didja do that for?” he said, stunned.

“That bloody hurt, and you were shouting out someone else’s name.” She jabbed a finger at him. “And don’t bullshit me about saying Jeez bloody wiz again; I’m not stupid.”

Tama stood up and rubbed his butt. “I didn’t mean to,” he said sullenly. “And you didn’t hafta push me off.”

Oh bugger, now she was putting her clothes on. “Oh, c’mon, you don’t hafta leave. Plus, you’re the one who said you wanted it harder.”

“Not that fuckin’ hard.” She did up her bra and slipped on her G-string. “Plus, I don’t appreciate you imagining someone else while fuckin’ me.” She pulled her skirt on. “Who’s Jess anyway? An ex?”

“Nah, just someone I want. She’s married to a right bastard.” He took a step towards her. “C’mon. Stay. I’ll take it easier next time.”

“Nope.”

Tama pulled the condom off and threw it at the bin, then sunk back on the bed. Bloody stupid bitch; he could have made her come too. Anyway, she wasn’t that great.

“Whatever. Your loss,” he said.

Nina shook her head. “You’re an arrogant bastard.”

Tama scratched his nuts. Why did bitches always call him arrogant? It wasn’t his fault he was good in the sack. Plus, she was gagging for it before he got rough.

His scowl changed into a grin. “Your tits are fake.”

“Bastard.” She slammed the door behind her.

Tama swiped his gruds off the floor. At least he came before she chucked him off.

The door creaked open.

He laughed. “Come back for more cock—” He looked up and froze.

The young girl in the red dress stared back at him.

Tama grabbed the duvet and covered himself. “Get outta here!”

“You! It’s my room.”

“Oh…”

“Get out!”

Shit, the last time he’d seen Johno’s sister she’d been a li’l porker. “Just gimme a minute to get dressed.”

“What were you doin’ in here?”

Tama rolled his eyes. “Playing with your dolls. What do you think?”

“I’m telling Johno.”

“Fuckin’ whoopty doo. Now piss off!”

“No! You get out. I hafta change.”

Little bitch talking to him like that. He’ll teach her a lesson—in anatomy. “Okay.” He stood up and dropped the duvet.

She squealed and ran out of the room.

Sniggering, he pulled on his gruds, thinking that he was damned lucky that she hadn’t walked in earlier. Yeah, it was good that he’d thought about Jess after all, otherwise he would’ve taken much longer to get off. And tomorrow … he could scream out her name to his heart’s content.

24

Jess

Oh God, she was going to throw up! Jess jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. She fell to her knees and grabbed the toilet bowl, emptying her stomach.

No, no, no, I can’t be pregnant,
she thought.
We can’t afford another baby.

Jess got up and turned on the tap. She knew her period was late, but breastfeeding had made it irregular so she hadn’t been worried up until now. Her stomach lurched. She dropped to her knees, refilling the toilet bowl. Mouth rinse and back to bed for her. She only hoped that the morning sickness was just that—it stuck to the bloody morning, and didn’t last the whole damned day like with Jake.

She glanced at the clock as she crawled under the covers. Damn, nine a.m. already?

A wail came from the lounge.

She groaned and pushed off the covers. “Coming, Jakey!”

She threw on her dressing-gown and lumbered down the passage. Breastfeeding with a sore gut wasn’t going to be pleasant. And what would Nike say? She dreaded telling him ... but then again, maybe she had a gastro bug. Yeah, it could be that. As soon as she felt up to it she’d pop down to the chemist and grab a pregnancy test.

She picked up Jake, and carried him to the couch. He instantly latched onto her breast. She moaned again. Whatever it was she felt bloody awful. She lay back against the couch and closed her eyes as Jake fed. Once he drained one side, she moved him to the other where he drank his fill. She burped him, then lay him down in the cot.

The phone rang on the breakfast bar. She headed over and answered it.

Nike’s mother greeted her. “Jess, how’re ya doin’?”

“Not too good. Can you take me to the chemist please?”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Sore stomach.”

“Food poisoning?”

“Possibly a gastro bug.” She hesitated. “Or I’m pregnant.”

“Jess! Oh darling, I’m so happy.”

Oh man … she knew she shouldn’t have said anything. “I need to check first. And don’t tell Nike either. He won’t be happy.”

“Why not?”

“We can’t afford another baby. He’s stressed as it is with work. And I don’t wanna tell him until I’m certain. After all, it could still be a bug.”

“Okay, love. I’ve gotta be at work by ten, so I’ll be over soon.”

“Thanks.” Jess hung up as her stomach heaved again. She ran for the bathroom.

***

“You look terrible,” Sally said.

No kidding, Sherlock, Jess wanted to say, but instead nodded in agreement. Of course she looked like shit; she’d only just gotten her head out of the toilet bowl.

Sally covered her nose.

Oh crap, did she smell too? She thought she’d gargled enough mouthwash to sink a ship.

“I’ll just get my jacket,” she said, heading for the bathroom.

After gargling some more, she grabbed her red jacket from the bedroom and headed back into the lounge.