The Roof is on Fire (18 page)

That was exactly what I was going to offer Roc. I wasn't sure if I was more excited about my future plans with him or with Jaylin. Surely, only time would tell.

Since we had hit the sack so early in the morning, most of us slept until almost noon. Jaylin was the only one who got up around seven. I'd already had breakfast, worked out and showered. During breakfast, I asked Jada if she would braid my hair. She agreed to do it. We spent most of the day in the living room, watching TV while she braided my hair. The braids were medium-sized long braids that were styled into a ponytail. They were long enough for me to wrap in a neat bun. I even asked her to leave a few strands dangling, and she said that she would.

As for Jaylin and Roc, they'd been in and out of the house all day. I saw them drinking and shooting pool in the game room earlier. When dinner time passed, they saw that we were still busy, so they whipped up sandwiches for all of us.

“Thanks,” I said to Jaylin as he passed me a plate with a sandwich and some chips. He gave Jada a plate, then opened a can of soda for her.

“Is there anything else I can get y'all?” he asked.

“Nope,” I said with a smile. “Thanks.”

Jada thanked him. Then she invited him and Roc to watch a movie with us after dinner. They agreed to, but when the movie got started, Jaylin kept on yawning.

“I need to go take a nap. My body can't function properly on four hours of sleep. With the lights off in here, it's hard for me to stay up.”

“Aww, boo,” Jada said. She was already finished with my hair and was relaxing on the couch. “This movie is so good. I hate that you gon' miss it.”

“Give me an hour, maybe two, and I'll be back.”

Jaylin left and went into the bedroom. Roc stayed, but he kept yawning too, while rubbing his forehead.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

“I got a headache. But this movie got me hooked, so I'm chillin'.”

“Would you like for me to go get you some aspirin?”

“Yeah, that'll work. I appreciate it.”

Not minding at all, I got up to get Roc some aspirin. I stopped in the kitchen for a glass of water, and then gave the water and aspirin to him.

“Thanks, ma.”

“Anytime.”

Jada stood, already knowing that if Jaylin was out of the room, she was supposed to jet and give Roc and me some privacy. She cleared her throat and stretched. “I'm goin' to join Jaylin in the bedroom. My bed is callin' me right about now.”

“Good night,” I said, waving.

Roc didn't say a word. He was still into the movie. Jada left us alone, and that was when I scooted in closer to Roc on the couch.

“You don't mind me getting this close, do you?”

“Nah, you good.”

We sat in silence watching the movie. I was so disturbed that his attention was on the movie, but I definitely knew how to direct his attention elsewhere. I picked up an already rolled joint that Jada had left in an ashtray on the table. I put the joint in my mouth, letting it dangle. After reaching for a lighter, I flicked it to light a flame.

“What you know about that?” Roc questioned.

“I know more than you think I do.”

I took a puff from the joint, and as soon as smoke filled my mouth, I swallowed to fill my lungs. Shortly thereafter, I choked and my eyes watered. I couldn't stop coughing, so he hit my back and laughed.

“That shit is potent. You can't hang with the big dog, ma.”

“Obviously not,” I said between coughs.

Roc took the joint from my fingers and began to explain how I was supposed to show love to the joint.

“First, you gotta wet yo lips real good, like this.” He licked his thick lips, then pressed them together. “Then you gotta treat the joint with love and respect. Hold it steady with the very tips of your fingers and stare it down. Bring it to your lips and kiss the tip of it. Gently place it between your lips, then slowly, real slowly, inhale that shit. Let the smoke fill your mouth and close your eyes. Use your tongue to stir the smoke around before you swallow. Like this.”

Roc displayed what to do, looking sexy as ever as he showed love to the joint. I was turned on, and after a few more hits, he passed the joint back to me. I did exactly as he'd told me, but this go around I took my time swallowing. He cheered me on.

“There you go, ma. That's how you do that shit.”

I took another puff, then another. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy, but the feel of Roc's arms around my waist was more satisfying. I gave the joint back to him, watching as he finished it off.

“I feel so, so light,” I said, giggling.

“That means it's workin'.”

Roc stood and removed his wife beater. He left his navy sweatpants and tennis shoes on.

“It's hot as hell in here,” he said. “That air conditioner ain't about nothin'.”

“Even if it was, I'd still be hot.”

Following Roc's lead, I stood to remove the tank shirt I had on that was cut above my midriff. I also took off my jeans, leaving me in my nude-colored bra and panties. The room was partially dark, but he could definitely see how spectacular I looked. His eyes narrowed as he sat back on the couch, continuing to look me over.

“I wasn't talkin' about yo kind of hot. Put your clothes back on before you start somethin' up in here.”

“That's what I'm trying to do. And just because I define being hot differently than you, don't be mad at me.”

I straddled Roc's lap to face him. My arms fell on his broad shoulders, but his hands remained still.

“I'm not mad at you, but we need to cool out with all these teasin' tactics.”

“Okay. How about you cool out and I go ahead and do me?”

Roc's lips were clamped shut as I slithered down to the floor and got on my knees in front of him. I moved in between his legs and tugged at the string on his sweatpants.

“Why you fuckin' with me, ma?” His voice was soft. “You already know what's up.”

“Yeah, I do. All I'm trying to do is relax your mind, and for one day, relieve you of some of the overwhelming stress you've been under.”

He didn't respond, so I assumed he was down for whatever. I carefully eased his dick out of his sweats, watching as it flung out long, thick, and hard as a rock. No doubt, the Viagra pill I had given him was working.

I secured his pipe with both hands, then dropped my head into
his lap to give him pleasure. His muscle stretched my mouth wide. Deep throating him was near impossible, but all eleven inches of him was covered with my dripping saliva. Roc couldn't keep still. He squeezed the back of my neck and pumped my mouth like it was a juicy pussy.

“Daaaam,” he responded in a whisper. “Do that shit, ma. You straight up doin' it.”

I planned to do it, but not with his sweats on. I backed away from his goods to lower his sweats. Roc helped, and once he was naked, he removed my panties and bra. He returned to the couch; I got back on my knees. With his foot propped on the coffee table and his other leg stretched on the couch, I had easier access. I scooted in between his legs, and this time, I added his balls to the mix, rolling them around in my mouth. My slick hands massaged up and down his shaft, but his head received most of the attention.

“Mmmm,” Roc moaned. “I'm about to turn loose on yo ass. Then it'll be time for me to bust that pussy wide open.”

I never thought he'd go there. Then again, yes I did. I hurried to bring him to my justice, and when I did, he filled my mouth with his liquids. I swallowed, yet Roc remained tense as ever.

“Fuck,” he shouted while squeezing his muscle. “This muthafucka feelin' hyped.”

He was so right about that. It didn't take long for him to get hard again, and right after he put on a condom, he laid me on top of him in a sixty-nine position. I didn't mind giving him more head, but when I felt his cool breath blow on my coochie lips, it tickled.

“Your turn.” His tongue slithered inside of me, and he flicked my clitoris so fast that I tried to jump away from him.

“Ohhh, shit,” I screamed out. Hopefully, Jada and Jaylin would
think it was someone in the movie hollering, not me. “Go deep inside, Roc,” I moaned and pleaded. “My clit is too sensitive, and… I want to feel your big dick.”

He ignored me. The only things that eased inside of me were his cold fingers that he circled and jabbed to bring down my juices. I was so sticky and wet, and all I could feel was him lapping on my pussy juice like a thirsty dog. I swear I wanted to cry, but the tears didn't come then. They came a few minutes later when he laid his warm body on top of mine and wrapped one of my legs around his back. With my foot flat on the floor, Roc circled his chunky head around my hair-free slit, then pushed every inch of his hardness inside of me. My eyes grew wider and so did my mouth. It felt like a bolt of electricity had ripped through my body, causing it to stiffen.

“What the hell?” I hollered out in so much pain. Roc had a massive dick, and with it being on super hard, it was difficult for me to tackle. I could barely move with him inside of me, but he stroked me like a professional. For the first time ever, I felt like an amateur.

“Say you're sorry.” He began to stroke harder. “That you're sorry for treatin' me ill.”

I didn't want to apologize, but as he pushed deeper into me, my pussy felt battered. Much pain was in my stomach and I squeezed the muscles of his ass, as I gasped for air. I strained to tell him how sorry I was for going off on him. “Very sorry, and it will never happen again.”

Roc kissed my cheek, but he didn't let up. “Never again, huh?” he said. “I don't believe you.”

“Please do,” I cried out. “You have my word.”

“Your word ain't shit. Good thing your pussy got it goin' on though.”

I wanted him to ease up, but it didn't appear that was going to happen. His strokes, however, were backed up by a rhythm that tickled the shit out of my insides. To calm my shakes, I took deep breaths and scratched down his muscular back with my long nails. That made him slow down a bit, but not for long. He removed my legs from around his back and placed them high on his broad shoulders. This time, he was so deep in me that I couldn't move if I tried to. I tightened my fist, and with each thrust, I bit down on my lip, trying my best to hang.

“This hurts,” I whispered. “But it still feels so good. Slow it down, though, and take your time with me. I'm not going anywhere but right here, okay?”

Roc gazed into my eyes, then he pecked my lips. His lips smacked my cheek, and he moved his mouth to my ear, licking around it. “I haven't broken you down yet, so I know it hurts. It should, and there are consequences for hurting my feelings.”

I couldn't say I was sorry enough, but what I could say was Roc had been fucking the shit out of me. Somehow or someway I had to get control of this. My breasts wobbled around from his speedy thrusts and I kept grunting, moaning, and groaning.

“Rooooc,” I whined. “Let's move into another position.”

Giving me some relief, he lowered my legs from his shoulders, then pulled out of me with ease. I felt so much wetness dripping between my legs and down the crack of my ass. Ready for more, I turned on my stomach.

Roc proved that he didn't have a gentle bone in his body. He smacked my heart-shaped ass, as I backed it up to him, and spread my cheeks so he could enter me from the back. With each thrust, he pushed me forward. I fought back—well, pushed back—and began to work him too. Thing is, he was too strong. He manhandled
the hell out of me, and needless to say, I was defeated. My toes curled, my breathing increased, and my next orgasm brought about one big creamy mess between my legs. I was spent after that, but to no surprise, Roc wasn't. He lifted me from the couch and sat me on the coffee table. I was still a sticky mess, but that didn't stop him from opening my legs. He sat in front of me and picked up the lighter. A flame flickered in front of his handsome face.

“What are you doing with that?” I asked.

“Shhh,” he said, then picked up the joint. “Rest back on your elbows and let me cool things off.”

I leaned back on my elbows, watching as Roc took two hits from the joint. He held the smoke in his mouth, then leaned into my pussy and slowly released the smoke. Some of the smoke escaped in the room, but the way he blew on my coochie made it feel good. He did it one more time, but the last time, he blew smoke inside of me. Then, with a long drag he sucked me as if he were bringing smoke back into his mouth.

“Pussy and weed, ma. That's what energizes me.”

This was some straight up thug shit! I was outdone, yet totally impressed. My legs trembled, and as I pushed my feet against his chest, he grabbed my ankles. He stared at me through hooded eyes, and then stood to hold my legs apart. I remained on the coffee table, wondering where he would venture to next. My pussy was already high from all that he'd put into me, but he still wasn't done. I almost regretted giving him the Viagra.

“Stand up, face the couch and bend over,” he ordered.

Roc was high as hell. I wondered if he would remember any of this tomorrow.

“Are you giving me orders now?”

“No. And let me correct myself. Please bend over and face the couch.”

He let go of my ankles, so I got into the position he requested. He stood behind me, and lifted his foot on the couch. Again, he went in with force that left me barely standing on the tips of my toes.

“Who in the fuck let you out of the house?” I said, but got no answer.

No answer, but pure satisfaction as Roc massaged my breasts and went for his first gentle move of the night. He bent over and placed a trail of delicate kisses down my back.

“Hold on tight,” he said in a calm voice. “Magic is about to happen.”

I knew what that meant, only because I felt his dick thumping inside of me. We were on the verge of coming together, but he threw me off guard when he used his strength to lift and balance my legs on his thighs. I used my hands to hold me up on the couch, while he drove us into overtime. When all was said and done, I fell to the couch and rolled on my back. Dizzy, I squeezed my eyes and held my stomach.