Nude Awakening II (22 page)

She trembled when he lapped up the length of her ass ten times continuously with deliberate strides of his tongue. Her body melted under his lubricious mouth and tongue.

“Papi, please!” She gasped when he pulled his face back from her juicy ass.

He spanked her cheeks just to see them jiggle. Again he reached for the food tray and picked up a bottle of Dom Perignon. With apt plans to blow her mind, he slid the chilly neck of the bottle all over her ass. When she couldn't stand it any longer, she heard the bottle pop.

Trevon allowed the bubbles to spill on her fleshy ass. Palming her right cheek open, he poured a small amount down her split. The Dom P flowed over her stimulated ass and pulsating kitty.

“Papi—”

“Shut up!” He slapped her ass again. “Raise that ass up! Higher!” He drank from the bottle while rubbing and slapping her ass. “Who ass is it?”

“Yours, papi!” she cried as her kitty turned powerless against his treatment.

Positioning himself on one knee, he grabbed his erection, planting it between her warm butt cheeks. “Be still!” he said before he poured more Dom Perignon on her ass. He shivered when the cold bubbly ran down his dick and balls. Closing his eyes, he moved his hips to ride the length along the valley of her butt. He could tell she wanted his dick in her ass by the way she twerked her hips.

He stopped, but she kept whirling her ass.

“Papi, please do me. Please! I need to cum,” she whined.

“Not yet, so stop begging.”

She tugged at the bonds when he moved his dick off her ass. She was past ready. Her sex juices were smeared between her thick thighs, and all she needed to calm her was Trevon's loving. She was a breath away from begging when she welcomed his tongue inside her runny center. The tip of his tongue traveled along her outer folds.

“Mmmm . . . yess! Papi, eat good . . . ahhh shit! Awww fuck! Awww fuck!” She pushed herself against his mouth as his tongue sought out the fruit entrenched up her pussy. She squealed when he slurped and sucked the first pineapple out. He chewed it and swallowed it in four bites. She lifted her ass higher in the air when his tongue dipped back between her meaty lips. No man, nor woman had
ever
freaked her this good before. She swore she was going to faint as his tongue chased the second pineapple around and around and around. She could feel the fruit soft texture easing out of her hole. Like the first, he ate it out of her, pausing to lick the pineapple juice that flowed down her inner thighs. The instant he went in search of the third pineapple, she lost grip of herself. Her body shuddered as he foraged laboriously inside her pussy. Jurnee could feel his hands taking control of her nipples. He squeezed them lightly, then hard. His tongue had her speaking in her native tongue. Suddenly, her breath became stuck in her chest. She bared her teeth, toes curled. Her release came in a teaspoon of creamy fluid that pushed the fruit out. Trevon slurped at her slit with two fingers working gently on her clit. Her nectarous release dripped from his bottom lip and chin.

“Mmmm,” he groaned, licking the outer folds of her slippery pussy. His ego was on swollen measurements when she collapsed to the bed.

Jurnee's body was weak. With her glossy lips quivering, she spoke his name in a chant. She welcomed the feel of him using his knees to spread her legs apart. Blindly, she lifted her stomach when a pillow was pushed under it. She breathed deeply when he got on top of her, running his tongue up and down the back of her neck. Her breath caught again when he nudged the thick blunt tip of his dick inside her. It sunk deep and slow, breaking the tautness. Submissive to his sex, she whirled her soaked pussy in slow circles all over his extended penis.

CHAPTER

Twenty-Four

OMG!

February 9, 2012

Thursday 10:40 am – Coconut Grove, Florida

Trevon's mood was upbeat since Jurnee's snap back pussy was back under his sheets. She had sexed him before sunrise, bouncing on his morning thickness until they both popped a nut. After a quick shower, she cooked breakfast and then rolled off in her SLS Benz to handle some business.

Now, Trevon was outside shirtless in the driveway rinsing the suds off his big body XJL. The weather was perfect. Hot with clear light blue skies with no chance of any mood-spoiling rain. He was thinking about making a trip to Hooters when he heard a car pulling in the driveway across the street. Tahkiyah's sexy ass jumped dead on his mind as he glanced over the roof of his sedan.

Curious, he watched a clean-cut, casually dressed black man step out of a coconut meat white Audi S6 sedan. As he strode across the manicured lawn, Trevon lifted the yellow spray nozzle over the roof of his car. When the man worked the
for sale
sign out of the front yard, Trevon loosened his grip on the plastic spray nozzle. Trevon crossed the street to get some information from the guy. The dude with the sign greeted Trevon with a small grin as the trunk of the Audi popped open. Trevon spoke first.

“Hey um, I live across the street.” Trevon thumbed over his sweaty shoulder. “You just sold this place to a couple from D.C., right?”

The man placed the sign in the trunk. “Ah . . . no. Actually, it's a couple from Tampa.”

“Tampa?” Trevon said with a confused expression. “Tahkiyah told me she was from D.C.”

“Ah, that name doesn't ring a bell, and I'm sure about that.”

“Uh, she's a black woman with—”

“Whoa!” The man smiled, closing the trunk. “Now, I'm sure there's a mistake. The couple that purchased this home is white.”

“So you
never
spoke with a lady name Tahkiyah about buying that place?”

“Positive, bruh.” The man shrugged. “Sorry I can't be of any help.”

Trevon thanked the man for his time, and then he headed back across the street.
Maybe she spoke with another agent or something?
he later thought while drying his car off.

***

Jurnee's Jimmy Choo heels moved gracefully across the glossy brown marble floor at the Turnberry Isle Spa and Fitness Center. Reaching the front desk, she easily gained the attention of the short Asian receptionist.

“Hi. I'm Jurnee Cruz, and I'm here to meet my friend Janelle Babin. Could you check to see which treatment room she's in?”

Since a message was awaiting Jurnee, the information was given without any hassle. The 25,000 square-foot luxury spa boasted all the amenities to pamper the elite women in South Florida. Footbaths, full body massages, aromatherapy, a gym, a cardio room, the list went on.

Jurnee inhaled a strong scent of rosemary when she entered the treatment room. “Hey girl, I got your text,” she said as she walked past the bed and out on the balcony. Stepping through the French doors, she rounded the chair. “Why didn't you—” Her words came to a halt when she saw Kandi sitting in the chair.

“Hey. Betcha surprised to see me?” Kandi said with a glass of tea on the table to her right. She nodded to the white padded chair.

“Where's Janelle?” Jurnee asked with an attitude, crossing her arms.

“She's home. She helped me set this up. I kinda figured you wouldn't have come otherwise.”

Jurnee remained on her feet as the lush tops of the palm trees swayed in the breeze behind her. Reluctantly, she sat down. “You got ten minutes, so talk.”

Kandi was starting to show clear signs of her pregnancy. She was still a diva, rocking a white Prada dress and heels. With the sun warming her skin, she glanced at Jurnee. “Did you sleep with Trevon last night?”

Jurnee sighed angrily. “I know you didn't go through all the trouble just to ask me that! Shouldn't you be concerned about
your
 
man
, Martellus?”

“I'm not with him anymore,” Kandi replied flatly, showing little emotion.

“Oh, so now you want Trevon back? Spare me, okay.”

“Will you at least listen to me, Jurnee?”

“I am! You're talking, but you ain't sayin' nothin'. And since you want to know so bad. Yes, I slept with him last night.”

A sharp sting of jealousy shot through Kandi's heart. “Do you love him like I do?”

Jurnee's mouth dropped. “You call your treatment of him, love!”

“I made a mistake.”

“Ya think!”

“Look, I don't want you nor Trevon to hate me. I just need both of you to know the truth,” Kandi confessed as a cloud slid in front of the sun, throwing a blanket of shade on the balcony.

“Truth about what!” Jurnee asked with anger laced in her tone.

Kandi drew in a deep breath before she spoke. “About the baby.”

Jurnee's face softened. Whatever beef she had with Kandi she couldn't include the child. “Okay, I'm listening. What's wrong?”

“Please don't judge me,” Kandi murmured, tears welling in her eyes. “Remember when I asked if you ever did something you regretted?”

Jurnee nodded. She was too concerned about the baby to speak.

“Well, I did something I deeply regret doing.” Kandi's voice broke. Tears raced down her cheeks. “I loved Trevon so much, and you know that. But I'm not mad at you, Jurnee. I know I caused all of this trouble myself. A part of me died when I left Trevon.” Kandi tried to smile through the pain that filled her.

“Kandi. Please tell me what's going on.”

“I was really planning to have an abortion,” Kandi admitted as she wiped her eyes.

“Why? Why were you going to—”

“I didn't want to live a lie,” Kandi told her. “I couldn't do it to Trevon. Not after I learned the truth.”

“Learned what truth? Just tell me what in the hell is going on, Kandi. Please.”

Kandi glanced down at her lap. “I was already a month pregnant before I had sex without a condom with Trevon.”

Jurnee gasped, her hand moving involuntarily to her mouth.

“It was a mistake. It wasn't supposed to happen,” Kandi continued. “I was going to have an abortion, then lie to everyone and say it was a miscarriage. I just couldn't tell Trevon the truth.”

Jurnee shook her head, filled with disbelief. “Why?”

“I . . . was so lost. I didn't mean to hurt Trevon like I did. When I was with him, I was true to him. If I had known the baby wasn't his I would have never put him through this,” Kandi cried softly. “When I went to the doctor back in late November, I found out I was fourteen weeks pregnant. I knew right then that Trevon wasn't the father. I didn't know what to do. He was so happy about being a dad.”

“So, you've told no one else about this?” Jurnee said as she came to grips with the pain that Trevon would have to face.

Kandi shook her head.

“And you think you've made your issue better by leaving Martellus? You know he'll put up a fight for the baby. Kandi, you need to get your shit in order because this is a mess. I mean—”

“Martellus isn't the father either,” Kandi interrupted.

Jurnee slid to the edge of the chair. She stared at Kandi, wondering how bad off things had turned for Kandi. “Who's the father?” Jurnee asked.

A sheet of silence covered the balcony for a moment before Kandi spoke. When she told the truth, it sent Jurnee into the treatment room with tears slipping down her face.

CHAPTER

Twenty-Five

Swagga Like Us

What in the hell is wrong with you, Marcus? You don't make no surprise visits to my job!” Kendra said as Swagga sat down across from her desk.

“I just got back in town. Just wanted to see what you up to,” he said with five different colored diamond chains around his neck.

“And somewhere in that head of yours you figured my place of work would be a good spot? Who are you trying to impress by barging up here with your clique?”

“Ain't nobody wit' me but Rick,” he said, taking his black 4119 Burberry sunglasses off. “Do I look high?” He grinned with red eyes.

“What do you want? If you want that car back you—”

“Ain't worried ‘bout that car, okay?”

“Alright. Speak what's on your mind.” She leaned back, crossing her arms.

“Yo, that bread I wired you last year. Why you give it back to me?”

“Marcus, I told you why already. I was not with you for your fame or money. I gave it back because I assumed you would need it for your legal fees.”

“That was some real shit you did. I thought I was gonna be broke until I got my bread back from D-Hot. Yeah, he did some grimy shit, but I hated what happened to ‘im,” he said in a sullen tone.

“Speaking of which, why didn't you tell me about what happened last month?”

He frowned. “A lot happened last month, so—”

“The issue you had on the road. The shooting where somebody tried—”

“It ain't shit to stress ova'. Just some hatin' ass niggas. And I
couldn't
tell you because you ran out on me, remember?”

“I know we're not on the best of terms, but I want you to be careful out there, Marcus. And when are you coming to see your daughter?”

“This weekend if you'll let me.”

“I'll never stop you from seeing your daughter and you know that, so stop trippin'.”

Swagga glanced at his new $22,000 Jacob white diamond watch. “What time do you get off? It's uh, ten minutes to one.”

“Later, around ten. Why?”

“Maybe we could go out to—”

“No, Marcus. We are
not
going back down that road again, okay?”

He shifted on the chair, realizing Kendra was one in a million. She was special. “It's about the videos you saw, huh?”

“Listen, Marcus. I don't trust you no more. Even if it was a onetime thang or whatever. It happened, okay? The fact is that you didn't tell me you had sex with that she-male. You weren't supposed to keep things like that from me. How could you put me at risk?”

Swagga had no words to explain his actions. He was about to tell her about his doctor's appointment set for next week when the phone on her desk rang. He stayed quiet, watching a woman that he knew
had
love for him. With Kendra he knew the true meaning of making love, which was different from sex and fucking. In truth, he couldn't explain his spontaneous urge to see her. Maybe he could fix things
if
his HIV test was what he hoped it would be. Negative. Nashlly crossed his mind for a second.
If
his test was positive she would be given a rude awakening for her gold digging ambitions. His daze of thoughts were broken when Kendra stood up, smoothing her shirt in place. His eyes roamed over her soft plump figure.

“I need to run down the hall right quick. Can you wait here for a minute or two or what?”

“I'll wait.” He settled back in the chair.

Kendra nodded and then made her way around the desk. Once the door was shut, Swagga slid his fingers through his long dreads. If he could be with one woman, it would be Kendra. Glancing back on her desk, he saw her iPhone beside her coffee mug.
I wonder if she still got the same code?
Knowing he was in the wrong, he leaned up and picked up the pink iPhone.

When the five digit code unlocked the iPhone, he immediately touched the video icon. There were only five videos.

My baby's B-day party

YMCMB @ Club Liv

Untitled

Untitled

My fantasy cum true

Swagga touched the icon to view the first untitled video. He only needed to view five seconds before his stomach tightened at the sight of him and Chyna. The second untitled video was his second time he was caught on film with Chyna.
I wonder how the fuck she got this shit.
Moving fast, he pulled out his new cell phone and quickly downloaded the two videos. And just for the hell of it, he also downloaded the fantasy video, just to be nosey. He downloaded the two untitled videos of him and Chyna to find out
who
sent them to Kendra. Placing the iPhone back how he found it, he tried to relax so Kendra wouldn't be suspicious of anything.

When she returned minutes later, he made a comment on her lemon scented perfume. She ignored him, keeping a wall up around her emotions.

“Marcus, for future reference. Please don't visit me at my job again, okay?”

He slid his shades back on. “Fine. I won't. Shit, why you slavin' at this bullshit job anyway? Ain't like you need any gwop.”

“I was working when you met me and—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You're an independent woman.” He rose, adjusting his palm-sized Gucci belt buckle. “Here.” He dug inside his front pocket and pulled out a band of cash. “Put this unda' my princess' pillow.” He dropped four one hundred dollar bills on the desk. He knew she would never turn down any money for their daughter. As he turned to leave, he paused at the door. “Um, yo.” He looked back at her. “For all it's worth. I'm sorry fo' all the bullshit I put you through.”

Kendra wasn't moving backward anymore. What she had with Swagga based on her emotions was a done deal. All she could do was maintain her position to ensure he had a relationship with his daughter. That was the best she could do. When he left, she thought of his secret. Like she told Trevon last week after she confronted Swagga, exposing him was pointless. Damn near every month or so, a rapper or some celebrity was coming out of the closet.
Hell,
even President Obama was for gay marriage. Being politically correct, she took a lax view on gay relations, but it was
not
okay for her private life. She had no need or want to be with a bisexual man. And it didn't matter if he was out of the closet.

***

Swagga's exit from the downtown building was a coordinated movement that guided him out the back door. Rick ran the security team hard as they placed Swagga in the back of a custom stretch Cadillac Escalade ESV. The ivory ESV limo was brand new to Swagga's fleet. It sat on chrome 28's and could seat four in the back, side by side seating. Swagga slid back into the black leather six-way adjustable reclining chair as Rick sat across from him.

“What Kendra talking about?” Rick asked as the limo pulled out of the parking lot.

“Same old shit,” Swagga replied, staring pensively through the tinted window.

Rick could see the troubles weighing down on Swagga. “I know you're not worried about that D-Hot problem. We clean on that. We got nothing to worry about, trust me.”

“Fuck that snitchin' ass bama!” Swagga mumbled.

“Your mind right to hit the studio?”

“Yeah, let's go. I'm good.”

Swagga's mind was glued to the bullshit about Kendra holding the Chyna issue over his head. They were cruising along I-95 North when Swagga pulled out his cell phone. He pulled up the
sender's
information on the first video of him and Chyna. A 305 number showed up. He also learned that Kendra had gotten the video on the 24th of January, last month. His stomach was twisting in knots at the thought of someone else other than Kendra knowing about his secret. Pulling up the second video, the
sender's
information was the same. Swagga came up with an idea. He could block his number out and then call the sender's number to find out who the third party was. Taking a deep breath, he made the call. Instead of a ring, the sound of Lost Boyz' “Me and My Crazy World” filled his ear. A short loop of the late ‘90s hit played twice before the voicemail kicked in. Swagga became tense.

Yo, whut up? Yes, you've reached Trevon Harrison, but I'm kinda busy at the moment. Ain't nothin' changed, so leave your name and number, and I'll get back atcha. Peace.

Swagga was stunned, hiding his emotions from Rick. Ending the call, he laid his head back on the headrest closing his eyes. His grip tightened on his cell phone. He could deal with Kendra having the videos, but with Trevon
back
in the picture it was a different story.
So that bitch Kandi had the fuckin' videos all along! Knew I shoulda killed that ‘ho when I had the chance to!
Swagga thought, with his anger boiling to the moon.
Okay, so she fuckin' wit' Trevon. He gave her the two videos, which he got from Kandi. They must have a reason to be keeping 'em.
Swagga's mind raced. In the end he knew their reasons for keeping the two videos would only turn to drama for him. He could explain the first night when he took Chyna to his crib. Swagga had believed that Chyna was just a bad ass Asian jump-off. It was the second, third, and fourth times that ate at him. Swagga lowered the volume and then viewed the video.

The scene started with a clear shot of Trevon sitting on a bed wearing a pair of boxers.

“Dis nigga again!” Swagga said under his breath.
Okay, so this bitch gotta fuck flick of dis nigga on her iPhone. Ain't no big deal. He's a porn star
,
Swagga reasoned as the video continued.
Wait a minute. That's Kandi's bedroom!
Swagga noticed when Trevon stood.

He averted his gaze from the scene as Trevon slid his boxers off. For a few moments the scene was unchanged until a second person ambled up to Trevon.

Swagga jerked upright in the seat, his eyes bugging out.

“Yo, dawg. You okay?” Rick asked.

Swagga was stunned at the image he saw. A sour pill turned his stomach at the sight of Kendra deep throating Trevon like a true bitch in heat.