Nude Awakening II (11 page)

“Do it!” Jurnee blurted, lifting her face from Ariana's triangle of dark wet curls. The look she gave Trevon, was clearly wantonness. Using his middle finger, he inserted his digit slowly inside her warm and wet ass. Her new moans were muffled between Ariana's sopping wet pussy.

Ariana couldn't believe what was happening to her. Jurnee's tongue was making her body twist and turn on the soft sheets. When she realized that Trevon had joined them, she fearlessly reached between his legs, wrapping her fingers around his long, swollen dick. Squirming from Jurnee's soft tongue, she managed to split her focus from Jurnee to jack Trevon off. His dick felt so large in her small grip. Up and down she caressed his flesh as her mind and body debated if she could take all of him inside her.

A break came only when Jurnee told Trevon to turn the lights on. It was then that Trevon was able to fully recognize how sexy Ariana was. With Jurnee taking charge, she invited Ariana to join her at Trevon's feet. Together they licked and nibbled a path up his legs, starting from his ankles. They met at the solid length of his dick. Jurnee started the honors by flicking her tongue lightly across his precum coated tip. Keeping her eyes open, she eased the helmet tip inside her mouth.

Ariana caressed Jurnee's cotton-like ass with her mouth watering and waiting for her turn at sucking Trevon's beautiful dick. Tonight she would do it all. Tonight she would be a porn star, and like she promised Jurnee before texting Trevon, she would hold no regrets.

Jurnee shared Trevon like it was natural. Pulling her lips away from his scrumptious dick, she kissed Ariana and then coached her how to take Trevon deep within her mouth. The minutes turned as they took turns sucking him. Trevon withheld his first climax by pushing Ariana's sucking mouth from his dick. He wanted to be inside both women before the night came to an end. Even in the height of carnal lust, Jurnee had the safe mindset to drop a thin ribbed condom in Trevon's hand.

Once he was ready, Jurnee told him to start with Ariana. At 5-feet 4-inches and 120 pounds, Ariana was dwarfed by Trevon's imposing 6-foot 4-inches, 245 pound muscular frame. Wide-eyed, she stared at his dick as he parted her legs. Jurnee tried to relax her by telling her that Trevon wouldn't hurt her. Closing her eyes, Ariana gasped when the blunt head of his dick pushed through her outer pussy lips. Trevon stayed braced up on his huge hands looking down at his dick easing inside Ariana.

“Take that dick!” Jurnee moaned, rubbing her titties.

Trevon moved easy and with patience. Minutes later, his slow incessant strokes had Ariana whimpering and withering in pleasure beneath him. Her heels bounced on his ass as he soon found a gentle pace. Screaming loudly, she urged him to fuck her harder.

Trevon, at one point had Ariana hopping up and down on his dick while Jurnee sat on his face. On the floor he pounded Ariana doggy-style for fifteen straight minutes while she ate Jurnee's pussy. Their chorus of moans was a new melody to Jurnee's ears. Watching Trevon filling Ariana with his manhood was such a delicious sight, one that left her breathlessly wanting him even more.

CHAPTER

Twelve

She Came Back

January 23, 2012

Monday, 10:30 am – Coconut Grove, Florida

For the first time since Friday, Trevon could consider himself as being alone. After waking up three hours earlier entwined with Jurnee and Ariana's soft, nude flesh, he began his week with more sex. Showing an insatiable sexual craving, the two women shared Trevon for an early morning workout. He catered to their needs by fucking them doggy-style, side-by-side as they knelt on the sofa. He started out with Jurnee, poking her fifty times before pulling out to slide up in Ariana's small-hipped frame. He lasted for twenty minutes, swapping between the two women several times before he came. Jurnee had sensed his climax and slid off the sofa to remove the condom. It was an act of Ariana's porn star fantasy as she helped Jurnee suck Trevon off. She slobbered all over his dick and balls until he nutted on her face, chin, and pointy titties.

Trevon was outside in the backyard under the cloudless blue sky lifting iron. His nude torso was covered in sweat due to the sweltering heat, and for that reason he stayed hydrated with water. He stood by the pool in a pair of white Nike shorts curling 80-pound dumbbells on each arm. Jay-Z and Kanye West's “Niggas in Paris” blared from the house on repeat as his source for motivation and to stay hype. After completing his last set of alternating dumbbell curls, he moved over to the bench where a 435-pound barbell awaited him. His pure strength was shown when he easily lifted the weight, and then lowered it an inch from his sweating pecs. He went hard, fueled by the performance enhancer pills. To stay fit, he knew he had to eat right. His breakfast had consisted of six eggs, two cups of oatmeal and two fresh oranges. Yeah, he loved that bacon, but he didn't eat it daily. Along with the enhancer pills, he also had two apples and two scoops of whey protein for his pre-workout meal.

Resting on the padded bench after his fifth set of benching, he fed his thirst with a cold bottle of Gatorade. Glancing at his watch, he wondered when Jurnee and Ariana would finish up their one on one at the hotel. He saw the strong new attraction Jurnee was building toward Ariana when she told him she would catch a ride home with her new
friend.

Trevon was about to lay back and do two more sets when Rex suddenly lifted his large head. He growled, and then sprung to his paws, bolting toward the house barking. Just as he darted through the glass backdoor and into the living room, the doorbell chimed. Trevon knew it wasn't Jurnee since she now had the code and a key. Since he wasn't expecting anyone, he allowed Rex to make his fearsome presence known. Grabbing a towel off the back of the pool chair, he draped it around his sweaty neck, and then stopped inside as the cool air filled the living room. Rex continued barking and growling at the door. Approaching the front door, he called Rex off with a firm command. Rex looked back over his shoulder, but kept on barking. Trevon shook his head as he moved Rex aside with his leg.

“Move boy! And stop that damn barking.” Trevon wiped the sheen of sweat off his face. Then he closed his right eye, placing the left against the peephole. As soon as he realized who was standing outside, he became frozen.
I gotta be trippin'!
he thought, taking another look. Nope, what he saw was real.

***

Kendra was walking back to the curb when she heard the door open behind her. Turning,  she felt something strange when she viewed Trevon. With his muscles rippling and the sweat coating his chocolate skin, she was unable to suppress her sexual thoughts. She had some comfort in the dark shades hiding her eyes that roamed yearningly over his upper body. She met him halfway in the driveway beside his shiny XJL.

“Hey stranger,” she said with her hands in the back pockets of her jeans.

“Just another day,” he replied, knowing there was an issue between them since she had gotten back with Swagga. With Swagga briefly crossing his mind, he looked over her shoulder at the silver Bentley GT. Seeing she was alone, he relaxed a bit, tripping off how much she still favored Jill Scott.

“Bet you're wondering why I'm here?”

“Sumthin' like that,” he said, remembering how soft her breasts were.

“I um, thought I should give you a heads up on something.”

“And that being?”

Kendra lifted the large shades off her eyes. “I'll be going back to work next week, and if you want me to, I can work some things out and get you back on my case load.”

Trevon lifted his eyebrows. “Uh . . . that might not be a good idea since you are back with—”

“I'm not with Swagga no more,” she told him. “I'm done with him and his games, and he cheated on me for the last time.”

He shook his head. “Well, only on the strength of your little girl not having a dad around. I'm sorry to hear that.”

Kendra smiled for the first time in two days. “That's a very considerate thing for you to say, Trevon. And if it's true, I'm sorry to hear about your breakup with Kandi.”

“Damn. Where you hear that at?” he asked, wondering how the fact had gotten out.

“It's all on the porn news sites. What? It's not true?”

“Yeah, it's true. But hell—the shit just happened back on Friday.”

Kendra lowered the shades back over her eyes. “They said it came from an unknown source that said they saw Kandi at a hotel with some other dude.”

“Fuck it!” He shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“Are you gonna be okay? I mean, you won't have to move out again. Will you?” she said, showing that she was somewhat concerned.

“I doubt it. But I'll know for sure when I go to see my boss later on.”

“You still doing porn?” she asked, watching a bead of sweat trickle down the left side of his chest. She would give up every dime in her pocket to capture that one drop with the tip of her tongue. In truth she could see herself licking his entire chest and just letting herself go. Caught in a daze, she blinked out of the trance.

“You ai'ight?” he asked when she started biting her bottom lip.

Kendra smiled. “I'm okay. I was just thinking about something, and my mind got carried away. So are you still doing porn?” she asked again.

“Yeah. I just gotta get back focused now.”

“That shouldn't be too hard.”

Trevon wiped his face again. He noticed sweat forming on Kendra's nose. After running a thought through his mind, he went ahead and invited her inside.

“I'm on a tight schedule as it is. But if you can make some time for a big girl, I might take you up on that offer on a later date.”

He grinned. “You ain't no big girl, so kill that.”

“This ain't small, baby.” She laughed, doing a pose for him. “But seriously, do you wanna go back on my case load or not?”

He crossed his large arms. “It depends. Will you be the mean ass PO that was trying to send my black ass back to prison? Or will you be my little secret again?”

Kendra couldn't resist the urge to touch him. She slid her fingertips down his left sweaty shoulder. “I'll gladly be your secret again.”

Trevon recalled the times he had sex with Kendra. Remembering that night he fucked her raw in her bed, a sense of worry filled him. He wondered if and when she had fucked Swagga raw, and if she knew about Swagga and Chyna. Keeping that filling his mind, he promised himself that he would sit down and talk to Kendra before any sex popped off.

Before she left, she gave him her new cell number and e-mail address. Back inside the home, Trevon no longer had the drive to work out. After feeding Rex, he went to take a shower. It was hard for him to ignore LaToria's pink terry cloth bath towel hanging on the wall. It forced a vivid memory inside his head. The last time he saw that towel wrapped around LaToria was five days ago. Being in one of his freaky moods, he had removed the towel from her luscious frame after her nightly bubble bath. Placing her on all fours, he tongued her ass out while rubbing her clit until she shuddered to a climax. When he opened his eyes in the shower, he knew it wouldn't be easy getting over LaToria. Cursing his thoughts of her, he finished showering, and it wasn't until he was done that he noticed he was wearing a pair of shower shoes. Angered at still doing little things that stayed with him from prison, he tossed the shower shoes in the trash, hoping above all that his nightmares of returning, or being in prison wouldn't return come time for his rest.

***

Jurnee waited until she was relaxing in the tub before she called Trevon.

“Hey sexy. What's up?”

“You, papi.” She smiled. “I'm back home. Just got here about twenty minutes ago. Where you at?”

“At the office waiting for the boss lady to call me up. I see you and Ariana finally let go of each other.”

“She's something special. We're planning to go out this weekend. Oh, she told me to tell you hey and that she had a ball last night. And this morning.”

“Yeah, it was wild.”

“Mmm, did you enjoy it?”

“That's a crazy question, Jurnee.”

“No it's not.” She giggled. “But I'll say this, papi. You did your thing with us, and you're going to be even better when you do it for your film.”

“Couldn't've done it without your sexy ass.”

“I just want you to be happy and on top of your hustle, papi.”

“Shit, maybe you should be my manager or something.”

Jurnee laid her phone on the edge of the tub and then turned on the speaker phone. “You serious about that?” she asked, hoping he was.

“Yeah, why not? You know a lot more about this biz than me, and plus I know you'll push me to be the best.”

“Run it by Janelle, and yes she knows I'm here. I talked to her this morning.”

“You ah . . . tell her about the shit between me and LaToria?”

“She already knew.”

“Lemme guess. She heard it on the web.”

“Mm-hmm, how'd you know?”

He sighed. “I'll tell you ‘bout it when I get home. But what did she say?”

“Nothing much. Just said she wanted to hear your side. I told her how it went down and all, and Janelle knows I'ma give it to her raw, and I did. I told her that Kandi is on some dumb shit, and that you shouldn't have to move.”

“What she say?”

“She said I was right.”

“You uhhh, tell 'er ‘bout us having sex?”

Jurnee smiled, rolling her eyes. “Papi, Janelle ain't stupid or slow. She asked me if we did it, and I told her the truth. We ain't got shit to hide from nobody. And we didn't have sex yet. All we've been doing is fucking,” she said, grinning.

“Did she trip?”

“Nope.”

“You wild, yo.”

“Hmph. You ain't seen wild yet, papi,” she purred.

“What's the noise in the background?”

“I got the vent on in the bathroom. Don't want the place smelling like weed.”

“You smoke!”

“Sure do. But I'm not a pot head.”

“What else don't I know about you?”

“A lot.”

“Well, we need to change that, don't we?”

“Sounds like a good move, papi.”

“Ai'ight. Do this . . . let's go out to eat tonight. No sex. I just wanna get to know you as a person. I can't let you be my manager and all I know about you is your body measurements.”

“You gotta point there.”

Hey look. Umm, you still want me to run the threesome idea with Pinky and Cherokee by Janelle?”

“Yes! Don't forget that. Oh and here's another good power move for your career. I think you should do a film with someone that's a vet. I'm thinking like ummm . . . Janet Jacme, Cassidy Clay or Sinnamon Love.”

“Or Heather Hunter?”

“That's if Janelle can convince her to come out of retirement.”

“I'll see what she says.”

“Listen, papi, about last night. When I gave you that condom, it was mainly because of Ariana. I know you're gonna be doing your thang, but you need to be safe. Now, I know how we've been doing it—but it's different.”

“How?”

“Well, for one, you're the only man I'm fucking. But that don't mean you gotta commit to me. If and when you meet a girl you wanna fuck, do you. But save some of that raw dick exclusively for me.”

“And why am I so lucky?”

“I'm feeling you, Trevon. Really, papi, I wanna see you on top. Fuck the past. Stay focused on getting paid, and you better be saving your money for your future. I know you look young, but you can't see yourself doing porn for thirty more years, so move wisely.”

“And you're gonna help me?”

“I give you my word, papi. Take my advice. Live now. Love can come later.”

“Was that your plan?”