Every Thug Needs A Lady (Thugs) (7 page)

“Trae baby, why’d you stop? Make me cum Trae,” she said, trying to push his head back down. He resisted and went back to using his tongue ring on her nipples, “Trae are you listening to me?”

He grabbed her butt and pulled her up close to him. She raked her nails lightly up and down his back while kissing him and playing with his lips and tongue. He was playing around in her wetness with his fingers. He pressed on her clit, making fast, circular motions. She was gyrating her hips, and was on the verge of exploding when he removed his hand and went back to suck-ing her nipples. She dug her nails deep into his back.

“Ahhh, damn, Tash,” he complained, “the nails, baby.”

“Then finish what you started. Make me cum.” She was moaning and shaking, but didn’t lift up the nails. He sunk his teeth in the flesh right above her breast. She shivered and let go of his back.

“Mmmm. You like it rough, huh?” Trae whispered in her ear. “Fuck me Trae,” she groaned. “Let’s fuck.”

“Ma, do I hear you begging?” He smiled and grabbed one of her legs, putting one leg up in the seat and the other around his waist as Tasha squeezed his dick, stroking it with both hands.

“That feels good ma,” he said, kissing on her neck. She leaned back so that he could put it in. In one stroke, he rammed it all the way in until it could go no further, pressing deep and just holding it in. They both remained still, just holding each other, savoring their first encounter.

“Trae baby, this feels so good. Promise me you’ll never leave me,” she said, holding him tighter.

“Baby, I’ll never leave you. I promise. I’ve waited a long time for you.” His knees were getting weak as he tried to avoid cumming.

“Damn, Tash, you feel so good,” he moaned. He held it in deep while she gyrated her hips, riding his dick until her legs went to shaking. She was calling his name over and over as she collapsed on the seat.

Just then a car came around. Trae waited for it to pass by be-fore pulling Tash up. He told her how good she felt and sucked on her lips and tongue until she became excited again.

“Turn around,” he told her. “I ain’t through.” He leaned her over and entered her from the back, lifting her up with each stroke. Tash’s legs were so weak he had to hold her up. Her en-tire body was trembling. He reached around to play with her clit while grinding even harder.

Her legs went to shaking extra hard as she came. Then when Trae started cumming hard and long he collapsed on top of her.

“God, that felt so good,” Tasha moaned.

“I can’t wait to be able to wake up every morning and hit this,” he whispered into her ear.

“Is that your plan?”

“Yes, it is,” he said, easing up off of her and fixing his clothes. He helped Tash up and out of the car, straightening her dress for her.

“We really did mess the dress up this time, baby,” he said as he opened the back door, got his jacket and put it on her. She smiled as she wiped around his mouth, telling him how good he handled his business. He closed both doors and headed for the building. They kissed during the entire elevator ride.

As soon as they got into his apartment, Tash kicked off her shoes. “Trae baby, I gotta take this dress off. I need something to throw on and I need to take a quick shower.”

He hollered from the pantry, “Look in the tall dresser and get a pair of sweats or shorts and a T-shirt.”

When he came in the bedroom to see if she found something to put on, she was pulling her dress over her head, revealing that beautiful, brown, naked body.

“Oh, shit!” Trae said, grabbing his dick. “Damn baby, do you realize this is the first time I’m seeing you naked?”

“No.”

“Well it is!” She noticed that he had a rag and a bottle in his hand. “What are you doing?”

He dropped the rag and bottle of leather cleaner on the floor and went over to her. “I was gonna clean out the car until I saw you standing in my bedroom naked. Come here.” She walked over to him, and he laid her down on the bed. “You came all over my seats,” he said, kissing her on the stomach.

“Where was I supposed to cum Trae?”

“Anywhere you want to Tasha. It’s all about you. And don’t ever forget that. You can come on my seats, my face, any fuckin’ where you want, ma.”

He was now kissing her thighs. “Trae baby, I thought you was supposed to be somewhere in an hour or two?” He ignored her as he fingered her and licked her clit.

“Baby, that feels good,” she moaned, gyrating her hips and arching her back. Shortly after, she was cumming again. Trae took off his clothes, climbed between her thighs, and penetrated her, grinding slowly.

“Baby, I can’t believe how good you feel. Can you cum for me one more time? One more time, baby, cum for daddy.” Her legs started shaking, she started hollering, and they both climaxed again.

“Ladies, it is 12:15 a.m. Why are y’all callin’ me so late?” Roz asked. She was on three-way with Jaz, Angel, and Kyra.

“You got company?” That was smart-ass Jaz.

“No!”

“Well, talk to us, then,” Kyra said. “We’re being nosy. We heard that our girl is in love. Plus, Jaz said you let that nigga Trae hit it. Did you?”

Roz started laughing. “How do you know, Miss Jaz? Did I tell you that?”

“Stop playing Miss Tasha. You stayed out two nights in a row until dawn. I know y’all wasn’t holding hands,” Jaz said. “So tell us. How was he? Did he lay it down, or what?”

“Umm, most definitely!” Roz said, smiling and squeezing her pillow. “He made me lose any feelings I had left for Nikayah. And I don’t even feel guilty.”

“That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout!” Kyra hollered.

“When will I get to meet him?” Angel asked. “I’m sick of hearing about this mystery man.”

“He’s coming to my graduation. You’ll meet him then.” “Sounds like it’s on!” Kyra said.

“Most definitely. Hold on. Someone is trying to get through.” Roz clicked over. “Hello?”

“Tash, you up?”

“I’m up. Who is this?”

“It’s Trae. You know who it is.”

“I forgot your voice. I haven’t heard from you in three or four days,” she teased. “Thanks for the roses.”

“Come outside. I’m parked out front. And bring me a set of your house keys.”

“I’m in bed, Trae. Why can’t you come up?”

“You gotta come down and unlock the door. Just come out to the car. Throw a robe or somethin’ on,” he said before hanging up quickly. She clicked back over to her friends.

“Speak of the mystery man, ladies. I gotta go. See ya!” She hung up without waiting for a response.

She grabbed her robe, slippers, and a spare set of house keys from the kitchen. When she opened the front door, a brother with a NY baseball cap, jersey and some jeans was sitting on the porch.

“What’s up, Tasha? I’m Kay. Trae is in that Rover,” he said, pointing to his right. Just then the door on the passenger side to the burgundy-colored Range Rover opened up.

“What up, ma?” Trae grinned, motioning for her to come to him.

Kay stood up, pointed to his watch, and said, “Ten minutes, dawg.” Then he laughed and said quietly, “We got almost two hundred kilos of dope on us and this nigga got to stop and get some pussy.”

Trae ignored him, pulled Tash up into the Rover, and locked the door. No one could see them behind the tinted windows.

“Trae I can’t believe you have me out here practically naked,” she said, handing him the extra set of keys. “The gold one is for the front door and the red one is for my door.” He put them in his back pocket and pushed the button that slid the seat back.

“You cold?” he asked.

“I’m okay.”

He helped her straddle his lap. “You got on panties?” he asked, pulling up her negligee.

“No, I don’t. Oh, so this is a booty call?”

“Pretty much. We got about seven minutes.”

Trae smiled and unzipped his jeans. He lifted her up and then closed his eyes as he grabbed her butt and slid inside of her. She moaned in ecstasy as he held her still while he sucked her lips and tongue. “So much for foreplay, huh?” she moaned as she wiggled to get him to go deeper.

“I got you the next time ma.”

He reclined the seat back down as far as it could go and began getting his grind on. As he went in even deeper, Tasha shivered.

“Trae baby, right there, just like that.” Trae kept hitting her spot until her legs went to shaking as she came. Grabbing her butt, he then put the seat up a little, pushed her legs back and went in as deep as he could, hitting it until he exploded.

“Yo, Trae, let’s roll, man,” Kay hollered, knocking on the car door.

Trae ignored him. “Damn, you feel good,” he said, hugging and squeezing her. They kissed passionately as he enjoyed her wetness. “I gotta go, ma,” he said, sucking on her neck and slid-ing her off. He pulled down her negligee and fixed his clothes. Then he handed her two envelopes with money in them and opened the door to let her out. She kissed him on the lips and told him to be careful. He watched her go inside, then jumped in the front, and they sped off.

Roz had only two days to study for her first state exam. She was scheduled to take the respiratory therapy exam on Friday and physical therapy the following Monday. The pressure was on, but that didn’t stop her from making plans with Angel, Tori and Sanette. They were going clubbing in Philly, and she was looking forward to it.

It took Roz a little over two hours to finish her exam. She couldn’t wait to get home and unwind. After turning in her test materials she skipped out of the building to her car reminding herself, one more to go.

Angel called at 9:30 to say that they were on their way. So Roz sat on the couch and smoked a joint to the music of 100% Ginuwine.

Angel was hanging out with two of her classmates, Tori and Sanette. Sanette just got a new Jeep as a graduation present. So, of course, she wanted to drive. When Roz heard the horn, she grabbed her keys and ran out the door.

“What’s up, ladies?” Roz said, jumping in the backseat with Angel.

“TGIF!” yelled Sanette.

“It’s about time,” Roz added.

“Sho’ you’re right,” Tori yelled.

“What’s up with you?” Angel asked her girl.

“I’m so fuckin’ tense. I still have one more exam to take and I haven’t worked out all week. It seems like all I’ve been doing all week is studying,” said Roz.

“It’s almost over, my sista,” Angel assured her.

They smoked a bag of weed on the way to Philly, with Sanette promising to kill anybody who put reefer burns on the seats of her new ride.

“Which club are we going to?” inquired Roz.

“The hottest club in Philly, baby. You didn’t know? It’s a new underground spot called Infinity where nothin’ but ballers and shot callers hang,” Sanette said.

“See what I mean?” Roz whispered to Angel, referring to their conversation at the baby shower. “Why do we have to hang out where the ballers are?”

Angel burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Tori asked.

“Just a private joke,” Angel said.

When they neared the club, they were all checking out the double-parked cars and the people hanging outside. Roz tapped Angel on the leg. “Ow, girl!” Angel yelped. “What’s the matter with you?”

“No, I did not just see Trae’s Navigator!”

“Where?” Angel asked.

“We just passed it. Ain’t this some shit!” she spat. “I’m home waiting on his ass, and he’s out clubbing.”

“Why are you trippin’? You are once again the wife of a hustla. You knew what you was getting into.” Angel reminded her. “And you are not sitting at home.”

“Yeah. And now I see that I made a big fucking mistake!” Roz snapped.

“What’s the matter?” Tori asked, turning around to look at them. “Looks like it’s gonna be some drama,” Angel sighed.

“Don’t leave no junk, ashes, nothing in my car,” Sanette warned, pulling into a parking space.

The club was huge and not too crowded. They all headed straight for the ladies’ room. Everyone was clamoring for a spot in the mirror. The four of them were putting on perfume and brushing their teeth, trying to get rid of the weed smell.

Roz was brushing her hair and cursing out Trae. “Angel, I swear, if I catch him with another bitch, I am going to kick his ass all over this club. I warned him not to fuck with me.”

“Aren’t we jumping to conclusions rather quickly? You said that he was good to you. ‘Trae this. Trae that.’ Check things out first, before you go postal and fuck up my night out on the town.”

“Trae?” asked the girl standing next to Angel. She and her girlfriend were snorting coke.

“Yeah, you know him?” Angel asked, trying to sound naive. “Of course, I do, if it’s the Trae from New York who keeps his hair braided and has some good dick.”

“Yeah, that’s who I’m talking about.” Roz was looking the chicks up and down, not believing what she was hearing.

She and her girlfriend started laughing. “Take a number, girl-friend. I will be the first one suckin’ his dick tonight. You ain’t know?” she said as she high-fived her girlfriend.

“Him and his crew sometimes come here on Fridays. This is the only night I come. Y’all from here or Jersey?”

“Jersey,” Angel said.

Roz was getting angrier by the minute as she put on her straw-berry lip gloss.

“I’m Tina,” said the one doing all the talking, “and this is Lo-Lo. Ladies, it is money all up in this bitch every Friday. C’mon, Lo-Lo, it’s time to work!” They left out.

“C’mon, Angel, I gotta see what’s going down. All the clubs they got in Philly and we end up picking this one. Go figure!” Roz said, grabbing Angel’s arm.

Sanette and Tori were still in the mirror. “Get four seats at the bar!” hollered Sanette. “Them niggas better start sending drinks over as soon as my ass hit the stool.”

The deejay was pumpin’ I Like Dem Girls by Tyrese. They were only able to find three empty seats together, so Roz chose to stand. She wanted to scan the room for Trae.

“I don’t see him, but I know he’s here. I’m sure if we find those two females who were in the bathroom they’ll lead us to where the action is,” said Roz.

“You sound like a fuckin’ detective!” Angel teased, swirling around on the bar stool.

“Mmm hmm, I know his car,” Roz continued.

“You see him?” Angel was looking in the same direction as Roz.

“Yup! See that skinny girl with the red dress? She’s standing next to the dude with the khakis and brown sweatshirt.”

Angel was scanning her eyes over the crowd. She finally said, “Yeah, I see them.”

“Well, look at the table with the five dudes,” Roz said, turning her back.

“Oooh, Papi! Muy guapo! Muy guapo!” Angel said.

“Angel, puhleeze!”

“Puhleeze, nothing. I’m single, sexy, and free. I can’t help it if all of them look good. Which one is my future brother-in-law?”

“The one with the braids.” Roz really didn’t want to see anything. So she turned around and faced the bar.

“Roz, three of them have braids.”

“The finest one.”

Angel looked closer. “Dayum! The brother with the navy blue jersey?”

Roz nodded. “That’s the brother who got me in a frenzy.” “He’s cute,” said Angel. “Look at those lips.”

“What’s he doing?”

“Looks like he’s rolling a blunt. You’re not going to go over there? I want to meet the brotha rocking the doo-rag.”

“Hell no! I’m not goin’ over there. I’ma sit and watch. I gotta see if all that shit he is always talking ’bout it bein’ all about me is for real.”

“You know you trippin’, right? But we’re getting ready to know for sure because it looks like our dick-suckin’ friends are approaching.”

Roz turned her head around to see for herself. “Damn! They are on a mission, aren’t they?” Roz turned back around, trying to watch the action through the mirror over the bar. “What’s the four-one-one?” she asked. “I can’t see all the way over there in this mirror.”

“My sista, how much am I getting paid to play private investi-gator?”

“Angel, stop playing. What’s happening?”

“Well, right this minute, the one named Lo-Lo is sitting on one of their laps. She better be glad it’s not the one with the doo-rag. I would have to go over there my damn self.”

“That’s Kay,” said Roz.

“You know him?”

“No. Just seen him with Trae. What’s up?”

“Introduce me.”

“I will. What’s going on?” Roz prodded.

“Tina is standing there. But I can’t tell who she’s talking to because they’re all looking at her,” Angel reported.

“Even Trae?” Roz asked nervously.

“Yup. And now he’s firing up his blunt.”

“I swear, if she goes near him, I’m gonna go over there and dig my nails deep into his face until I draw blood. Watch me. Here, hold my bag.” She slid her Chanel bag to Angel. “He won’t be cute no more. What’s he doing?”

“You are sick,” Angel said, shaking her head. “Blowing smoke rings. Looks like Tina scored. She’s sitting on Trae’s lap.” “What!” yelled Roz, turning around.

“Psych! I’m only playing,” Angel giggled. “She landed the brotha with the white T-shirt. He’s cute too. So what now, Miss Fatal Attraction?”

“What’s he doing?” asked Roz.

“Picking up his cell phone and looking at me look at him.” “Stop looking!”

“Too late, dawg!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Roz asked.

“He saw you.”

“Angel, don’t play.”

“I’m serious.” Angel was laughing. “He’s talking on the phone and looking straight at you.”

“Shit!”

“Dayum, it’s gettin’ even better. He’s getting up and walking this way.” She was still laughing.

“It’s not funny,” said Roz, who could now see Trae coming towards her in the mirror.

He stepped up behind her, grabbed both of her hands, out stretched her arms, and laid her palms flat on the sides of the bar counter. He then placed his hands on top of hers and began kissing her neck. “What up, ma? What are you doin’ here?”

“What are you doin’ here?” she asked, enjoying the feel of his lips on her neck while watching him in the mirror.

“Movin’ dope. You know what I do. Now answer my question.”

“I came to party and to relieve some stress. I know I can do that,” she said.

“You can party with me. I’ll relieve your stress,” he said in between kisses on her neck.

“I need relief tonight Trae.”

“I want you to go home. This ain’t no place for you,” he said, looking at her in the mirror.

“Why can’t I hang out here? Because you’re here?” she protested.

“No. Because it’s hot and shit always be jumpin’ off. This is a death trap and I said you don’t need to be here, a’ight? Plus, look at you. Why are you dressin’ like you ain’t got no man?” He was now caressing her breasts. “You ain’t got on no bra.” Then he slid his hands down on her butt. “Wearin’ these tight-ass jeans, and got the nerve to have an attitude. I should be the one with the attitude.”

“I don’t have an attitude. Not anymore.”

“Well turn around and show me then.”

She turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly with her strawberry-flavored lips. She closed her eyes as he sucked on her lips and pulled her close. She pressed up against him to feel his hard-on and tried to slide her tongue down his throat. They stayed hugged up until somebody yelled, “Trae!”