Nude Awakening (12 page)

“Swagga?” She turned the lights on and found him passed out on the floor. She shook her head at the sad sight. Forcing him to wake up, she showed some down-ass-chick traits by putting his ass in bed. He was fucked up. She smelled the weed all over his clothes. Searching his pockets, she found half an ounce of Kush and a bunch of money. She took half of the money, stashed it, and slid back under the sheets. Her job was done. Before she fell back to sleep, she noticed that Yaffa was not tagging along. Odd, she thought.

SIXTEEN

September 24, 2011

Saturday, 10:48 p.m. - South Beach, Miami, Florida

Two weeks blew by for Trevon. His new lifestyle was slowly becoming second nature. His debut sex film had been completed last week. Tonight gave him time to unwind and fully enjoy his freedom. Things were still the same with Kandi. They were now having sex even when no cameras were rolling. Safe sex was practiced and both were still ignoring their emotions toward each other. To keep it leveled, Kandi made sure she never woke up in his arms. It was mainly up to Kandi and how she was feeling, and some nights Trevon felt as if he was just being used as some in-house dick.

Trevon was feeling himself and his ego was high. He slowed his Jaguar on Collins Avenue, turning into the parking lot for Club B.E.D.

Through Amatory and Janelle’s clout, all signed actors and actresses had VIP status at the club. This was Trevon’s first night out alone in the city. He hoped he would fit in. Kandi elected to stay home, so Trevon was rolling solo.

Stepping inside the club he forced himself not to get wide-eyed. He knew it was called Club B.E.D., but to have real beds up in the joint was stunting. He played it cool and composed as he was directed toward VIP. The club was packed with all assorted flavors of women from exotic to erotic looking. Courtesy of Kandi, he was laced down in a green pullover long sleeve Coogi top and a pair of denim Coogie jeans that were cuffed over his tan clear bottom Timberlands. Around his neck hung a gift from Janelle. Trevon proudly wore the long rose gold chain with a small rose gold encrusted medallion that read A.E.F. With his own money he copped a platinum ring and matching bracelet. His brown tinted stunna shades were framed in chrome. He knew his shit was tight when a fine, leggy black chick sauntered by with her man. She eyed Trevon openly and nodded. Shit was fabulous up inside Club B.E.D.

Trevon put the trip up to VIP on hold when he spotted a sexy female dancing her ass off on the dance floor. She stared dead at him while dancing seductively to the loud music. Under the constant changing lights, she slid her hands up and down her sides then made the come here motion with her jeweled index finger. Her slender body was molded in a black and yellow mini dress.

Trevon showed no lack of courage as he eased behind her, dropping his hands to her soft hips. She favored Gabrielle Union, but her skin was darker. Trevon got free with her. Moving in sync with her sexy body, he began to lose his tense feelings. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume. The scent was a subtle hint of flowers. They stayed hooked up through three songs. Feeling it was time to break the locks, he leaned in toward her diamond jeweled ear.

“What’s your name?” he asked, filled with confidence.

She smiled, twisting and shaking her hips to the beat. “Patrice,” she told him.

“I’m Trevon. How about we head up to VIP for a drink?”

She kept dancing under the constantly changing lights. “Can’t honey.”

“Why not?” he asked as she rocked her hips.

Moving with the beat, she held up her left hand. “I’m married. Sorry.” She shrugged.

Trevon respected her honesty and scolded himself for not noticing the ring. Knowing she showed no promise beyond a dance, he managed to politely leave her after two more songs. It was too early in the night to lose hope. Heading up to VIP, he wondered how Kandi would react if he brought a female to the crib. Wouldn’t dare! was his short thought process on that issue. Even though he was not dating Kandi, he knew there were certain lines he could not cross.

Up in the VIP area, he was taken to a new level of living it big. The tranquil atmosphere went beyond mere words that Trevon could use to explain it. Gorgeous women were all around him. It would be a challenge to pick one. Making it to his booth, he walked by two light-skinned women sitting on a peach colored canopy bed drinking champagne. The music in VIP was not as loud compared to downstairs. Everything and everyone seemed mellow and laid back.

Damn! Everybody up here is balling! Trevon started to feel out of place. He knew no one. He seriously doubted he’d bump into anyone from Liberty City. Club B.E.D. was for the elite status in Miami. Reaching his booth, he ordered one drink. Knowing he had to drive home was reason enough to limit his drinking. From where he sat, he was able to view the entire VIP area. Easing in the soft, cream plush seat, he wanted to get a feel of the spot before he tried to push up on a female. He settled back, nodding to music.

A few minutes later, a group of four good looking, classy black women stepped up in VIP. He eyed them one by one as they headed for a king-sized bed across the room. He checked out the shortest and last female in the group.

“Of all people and of all places,” Trevon said, shaking his head as he laid his eyes on his parole officer, Kendra Paige. Instead of feeling anger toward her, he admired how beautiful and sexy she was looking. When she glanced toward him, he quickly lowered his face in the shadows. He stole a glimpse of her a few seconds later. She was now lounging on the bed with her friends. Trevon watched her. Her personality was nothing like he had viewed her. Tonight, she was a happy beautiful black woman. Men appeared out the cut and swarmed around their bed. Trevon sipped his drink as he watched her turn three men down. He assumed it because each time she shook her head signaling no, the man would walk off. Kendra had that aspect of rare natural beauty in Trevon’s view. The glasses she wore added to her look in a small, sophisticated fashion. He started to trip on himself when he had the urge to go and talk to her.

Knowing her hateful ass, she might try to arrest me or some dumb shit. She is looking fly as hell though. Shit, she look so different with that smile on her face. In a different world, that’s wifey material.

Trevon grinned at the idea of being with Kendra. He then thought about reality and having to deal with her for two years. It seemed as if she wanted him to fuck up. Why couldn’t I get hooked up with a helpful parole officer instead of her hateful ass?

Finishing his drink, he glanced at his watch. It was now midnight. Looking back up, he saw Kendra getting up from the bed. Trevon again admired her looks. Suddenly, he had a new sense of purpose. He wanted to make peace with her. He took a deep breath then went after her.

Kendra stood in the bathroom washing her hands. Glancing up in the mirror, she was pleased at the sight. With her heels, she stood 5’10”. She knew she could stand to lose a few pounds, but it was nothing to stress over. Shit, girl you still got it! Almost pushing the big four-zero and still attracting men half my age. She dried her hands and took one more look at herself. The Versace backless dress placed an emphasis on her legs, waist and hips. Kendra was not conceited, but she knew she was looking fly as hell tonight. Maybe I should find a man. Hell, I do miss some good loving. Let me stop fronting. I need some good ol’ dick. But not just any dick. A good, nice black big one! She laughed at her silly thoughts as she turned from the mirror. She figured she could stop being so damn picky and at least flirt. Stepping out of the bathroom with her beautiful face held high, she spotted Trevon.

Her face and posture changed in a heartbeat. Her smile flipped to a frown.

Instantly Trevon regretted his move as he stepped toward Kendra. Fuck it. Ain’t no turning back now. Trevon willed himself on and ambled up to her with a forced smile on his face.

“What are you doing here!” she asked with an authoritarian tone.

Trevon rubbed his chin. “Free country, ain’t it? Besides, my probation doesn’t bar me from coming to a club.”

“I know what you can and can’t do,” she said, switching back to her ill attitude. “I want to know how you are up in this club, and VIP at that. You just got out of prison last month and you look like—”

“Look like what? That I’m doing something with my life,” he butted in. “Let me guess. If I was still at the boarding home in some bummy ass clothes, you wouldn’t be sweating me. But since I’m exceeding your expectations, you gotta assume I’m doing something wrong. Of all people, I would expect a black woman to help me get adjusted to freedom. But you—all you talk about is sending me back to prison.”
“I’m doing my job!”

“And what do they pay you these days for being a …”

I know he ain’t about to call me a bitch! If he do, I’ma show my ass up in here.

Trevon closed his eyes, releasing a deep sigh. “Kendra, I—”

“It’s Ms. Paige, Mr. Harrison!” She made his name taste like dirt in her mouth.

“Look, I don’t wanna beef with you, okay? Matter of fact, can I buy you a drink?” Trevon asked sincerely.

Kendra gasped. “Are you high? You must be out of your mind! Who do you have me mixed up with? You? Buy me a drink? Not gonna happen.” She crossed her arms.

Trevon was crushed. Well, at least I tried. His ego deflated, slowly falling back to earth.

Kendra rolled her eyes then walked around him without saying a word. Her actions said one thing but her mind said another. Damn, he is looking so good!

Seeing Kendra had spoiled his night, Trevon was in a sour frame of mind as he exited Club B.E.D. Slipping inside his XJL, he felt the need to let some music ease his mind. With no regard for the city sound ordinance, he pushed the four loud subwoofers to the max. Young Jeezy’s, “Put On” shook the pavement as Trevon cruised out of the parking lot.

Kendra was leaving the club when her best friend, Dani pointed at Trevon’s XJL.

“That shit is fly!” Dani said, nodding her head to the music. “That’s that new Jag!”

Kendra ignored Trevon. She was glad he had not seen her. “Why you acting all silly over a damn car?” Kendra scolded.

“Girl, chill. You just need some dick in ya life. And who was that baldhead dude you was talking to? Yeah, we all saw your ass.”

“Nobody,” Kendra said and pulled out the keys to her ride.

“Nobody my ass! Girl, that brutha was fine. I know you got his number, right?”

Kendra waved her best friend off. She was ready to go home and go to bed. Alone. Why can’t I find a good man? One without a damn criminal record!

SEVENTEEN

Kandi took a quick look at the time when she heard Trevon coming through the front door. 1:38 a.m. He’s home early! She lay in bed with the sheets down, intentionally exposing her big naked ass. The door was wide open and the light brightened up the hallway. Closing her eyes, she pretended to be asleep, hoping Trevon would bite at the hook she threw out. She was in the mood tonight. Sleep was hard to find because her thoughts had been on Trevon. She remained still. His boots made a soft thump on the floor as he came down the hall. Her feet were facing the door. Taking a peek, she saw his shadow blocking the light from the hallway.

Trevon stood in the doorway, looking at Kendra’s ample bare ass. It was normal for her to sleep naked with the door open. His attraction for her was so strong. He had fucked her in positions unknown to mankind, and his lust for her had yet to waver.

Kandi smiled into the pillow when she felt him sit on the bed.

“LaToria,” he said, softly tapping on her shoulder.

She ignored him at first. I love it when he calls me that!

“Wake up, baby.” He leaned down to lightly kiss her naked shoulder. Kandi could’ve won an Oscar for her performance. She rolled over, yawning.

“Damn, how you gonna wake up smiling?” he said, leaning over her.

“Because I woke up to you.” She grinned.

Trevon looked at her sexy face then down at her breasts.

“Enjoy the club?” she asked, rubbing his arm.

“Not really. You see I’m home early.”

“Meet anyone?”

“Um, yeah.”

She stopped rubbing his arm. “Oh, you did?”

He nodded yes. “She’s . . . in the living room. I hope you don’t mind me bringing her here.”

Kandi looked at him like he was stupid. “Um, you might need to take that bitch to a motel! You are not about to be fuckin’ no ho up in my crib!”

“Ain’t this Janelle’s crib?”

Kandi pushed him. “Nigga, you got the game all—”

“Girl, chill!” He laughed, standing up. “I’m just fucking with you.”

She sat up in the bed. “Stop playing!” She smiled, pulling him back on top of her. They rolled over a few times until she ended up on top.

“So you just fucking with me, huh?” She traced his lips with her thumb. “I love your lips, Smooch.”

“You know I wouldn’t play myself like that,” he said, rubbing her hips.

“Hmm,” she said and lowered her lips to his.

They kissed softly in the dimly lit bedroom. Easing a hand between them, she undid his belt.

“Sleep in my bed tonight,” she purred, kissing behind his ear.

“I doubt we’ll be doing any sleeping,” he added while stroking the sides of her tits.

“Fine with me, Smooch. As long as it’s hard, I’mma be up on it.”

“How do you want it?” he asked, touching her breasts.

“I want all three. I want to have sex. I want to fuck. And, I need you to make love to me.”

Everything seemed to stop. She lowered her head, wishing she could take back those last nine words.

“I’m just playing.” She tried to pull her emotions back in.

Trevon gently turned her over. “Don’t lie to me, LaToria.”

She could not pull her eyes away from his face. “I . . . don’t feel like talking.

“What do you want from me?” he asked.

“I want the same thing you want from me, Trevon.” She slid her hands up to his face and pulled him close until their foreheads touched.

“Please, make love to me, Trevon. Tonight I want to be with you.”

Trevon firmly stood behind the adage of actions speaking louder than words. He wanted it to happen. They both knew the difference between sex, fucking and making love. The latter dealt solidly with emotions.

Their lips met five times with slow pecks. When their tongues met, it seemed to release those pent up emotions. She did not think of herself as Kandi the porn star. She was LaToria Nicole Frost now. Her hands slid down his body, seeking the removal of his jeans and boxers. He toed his boots off then pushed his jeans down his legs. Everything seemed new about LaToria. Her mouth had a new taste that had him greedy. Her breasts seemed softer pressed against his chest. His hands explored her fresh nakedness. His touch was tender.

“So beautiful,” he groaned between her cleavage.

LaToria gasped, arching her back and rubbing his baldhead. His tongue circled her nipple until he covered it with his mouth. Trembling, she purred out his name as he stroked the sides of her breasts. She slid her hands down and palmed his ass.

“Let me,” he moaned, licking behind her ear, “turn some music on.”

She nodded yes, reluctantly releasing him from her hands. She sat up as he walked over to the digital sound system in the corner. “Hurry,” she said, feeling how wet she was between her thighs.

Trevon had excellent taste in music. At least that was his opinion. He wanted the mood to be perfect.

“Please hurry,” she whined, rubbing a finger over her clit.

“Good things come to those who wait,” he teased, programming the playlist on the MP3 player.

LaToria yanked him in the bed when he finally finished. She rolled him to his back as the first song came on. “Cupid” by 112 melted into their ears.

“Relax, baby,” she said, licking his chest. “I’m gonna suck on your dick through this song.”

She did just that. Going with the slow tempo, she sucked up and down his solid length. Her tongue twirled and twisted over his tip in ways that were new to him. Up and down, her rhythm had him squirming. He enjoyed it most when she pumped downward with her grip as her lips went upward. She never removed him from the grip of her lips. He had to fight back his climax only one minute into the song. Up and down, she took him deep into her mouth. When the song ended, she licked at his pre-cum slicked tip until he begged her to stop. Grinning, she swallowed him again as the second song came on. She reached for his balls as R. Kelly, “Seems Like You’re Ready” kept the mood flowing. Squeezing his shaft, her lips glided over his vein-mapped dick. She was loose with it now and liked how it opened her jaws.

“LaToria! Suck your man’s dick! Mmmm . . . make me cum!” Trevon urged her on as she continued sucking his dick.

“Not yet.” She crawled up his body with her nipples grazing his flesh. She dipped her tongue back inside his mouth. His dick was hard and flat against his stomach. She teased herself by grinding her clitoris against it. Without a rubber, she could feel the heat pumping off his dick. Slowly, she rocked her pussy back and forth over the length of his dick.

“You so wet!” he groaned, gripping her ass as her pussy juices flowed down his balls.

“I know,” she whined, licking his ear. She kept grinding on top of him.

“Whose pussy is it?” he asked, caressing her ass.

“Trevon’s,” she panted as she rocked back and forth at a faster pace.

Trevon gripped her waist and guided her movements. Her slippery pussy felt so good skating over him. She pulled at the sheets. He smacked her ass.

“Rubber!” he said, humping up against her pussy.

“No . . . wait! This . . . feels so good!” She kept grinding and hunching hard against his dick.

Wanting to put more friction on her clit, she slid up a few inches. She misjudged her movement, but realized it was too late. When she shifted her hips backward, the head of his dick slipped inside her up to the shaft. He was balls deep inside her without a rubber.

“Ooooohhhhh, Trevon!” She clenched her walls around his bare dick.

“LaToria, it’s—”

“I know! I know! I know! It’s in, baby.” She twirled her tongue in his ear.

“Don’t move!” he panted hard. “Pussy . . . so hot!”

LaToria could feel his heart beating through his dick.

She sat up slowly, dragging her nails down his chest. “I’ll—go get the rubber,” she said with her body quivering. “Just . . . ahhh. Let me sit on it for a second.”

Trevon eased his hands to her waist. Biting her bottom lip, she eased up off his dick. Trevon was lost at the erotic sight of her pussy lips being pulled out, wrapping around his dick. LaToria swore she could feel each bump of his veins. It felt like his dick was up to her throat. She kept rising, but the dick seemed to keep growing. She stuttered his name when she was halfway off, but purposely came to a halt to flex her inner walls. Trevon lost his sense.

Without thought, he shoved her back down while simultaneously rocketing his hips up off the bed. LaToria felt her titties bounce as Trevon filled her. The tone was set. Gripping the sheets above his head, she took control and rode him. Their moans were loud.

“LaToria! Baby, don’t stop!” he begged, rubbing all over her ass.

“Smooch!” she screamed, rocking hard on his dick. The feeling was too sensual for her to stop. Moaning and pulling at the sheets she continued to give herself away to Trevon. His hands latched on to her waist as her hips and ass jiggled. His dick plunged in and out of her. Panting heavily through her mouth, she rose up on her arms, bouncing her ass up and down.

“Yesss! Ride dis dick!”

“Smooch!”

“Ohhhh . . . my pussy now!”

LaToria bit her bottom lip. She could feel him reaching far up inside her. Her ass clapping against his flesh was new music to her ears. They knew the line had been crossed. She showed her mind was set as she rode him through one song. Tirelessly, she bounced up and down on him as her juices flowed. In the middle of Marsha Ambrosius’ “Far Away” she reached her climax.

“Yess! Urrrrggghh!” she growled, digging her nails in his chest. “Cummin’ all over you, Smooch! All over your dick! Keep . . .” She rolled off and on her stomach. “. . . Fucking me please. Put it back in me.”

Trevon lifted her waist until she was on her knees. Sensing his hesitation, she looked back at him.

“Put it in, Smooch.”

Trevon pushed himself inside her. Speechless. Trevon’s strokes were slow and steady. He wanted the moment to last. How far was he willing to go? What would he do when he reached his climax? Pull out? Or stay in the softest place on earth?