Thong on Fire (17 page)

I kissed his face, his ears, his neck. I moved down his chest and kissed his left nipple through his shirt, then dropped to my knees and tugged on his belt buckle as I licked the smooth skin on his belly, sliding my tongue around his navel and wetting up the line of curly hair trailing down into his jeans.

“You know what you doing, Soy Saucy?” Free said, looking down at me. I saw what was in his eyes and I loved it. This nigga was weak for me. He was dying to slide his dick down my throat, and I was dying for it too.

“Hottt Saucy,” I reminded him as I watched his thick fingers unhook his plain black belt. By now I knew not to expect no designer shit from him like a BAPE or nothing so I wasn’t surprised. I placed my fingers over his and helped slide his zipper down, my eyes on zoom and anticipating what I’d see waiting for me on the other side of his black boxers.

I wasn’t disappointed not one damn bit. Free had a bomb dick. It was smooth and hard and dark just like the rest of his body, and perfectly formed. It wasn’t twelve inches, but it was definitely more than eight, and my eyes wanted to start tearing up as I gazed at it. It was just phat like that.

I pulled out the best of my skills for this special occasion. I wanted to make this dick-sucking an event he would remember for the rest of his damn life. I grabbed it in both hands and stroked it gently for a second, then a little bit harder.

Free grabbed it at the base and guided it toward my mouth, and I opened up for him and slowly inserted it in my mouth, throating that shit inch by inch until my tonsils hurt. My lips gripped his shaft as I reached back with the tip of my tongue and massaged the head. I heard him moan, and I relaxed my throat and sucked the last inch of him down into my neck, tightening my lips and darting my tongue around to slather his whole dick inside my mouth.

I started going at him with pure rhythm. Bobbing my head as I squeezed the bottom of his dick. My mouth kept his dick nice and wet, and I jacked him off and sucked him at the same time, building up to a beat that had this nigga’s knees shaking as he held on to the counter and tried to stay on his feet.

Free was really moaning now, going from some short tight humps to a straight-out mouth fuck. They didn’t call this shit neck pussy for nothing either. The more he stroked, the more I relaxed my throat, the wetter my mouth got, the deeper his dick was able to slide down in my neck.

My dick-lick was flawless, and I knew it. I loved sucking dick and the juice in my mouth was like hot lava. I put my game down on Free like never before, and when he cupped his hands over my ears and slammed his hips into my face, I took that shit like the bad bitch I was, because I could have sucked his dick every day without getting enough of it.

I swallowed everything in my mouth and loved that shit. My pussy was just as wet as Free’s dick, and when he pulled me up by my arms and covered my mouth with his, I pressed against him and sighed as my nipples tingled on his chest.

“Damn,” is all Free could say when he could finally talk again. “Your lips, girl. Your tongue. Goddamn…”

My fingers traced the thick head of his dick and I was glad he was still hard because I needed me some of that real bad. Free led me into his bedroom and we stripped outta our clothes. He didn’t even have to tell me nothing. I turned around real slow, modeling my pretty brown skin and firm body like I was up on the auctioning block and he had some funds.

“It’s all there,” he whispered, watching me. “Everything I could want is all in your package, Saucy. Your body’s perfect, girl. Just perfect.”

I knew that.

Free stretched me out on the queen-sized bed with the Wal-Mart sheets and comforter. I wasn’t really feeling the whole cheap cotton thing because the dudes I rolled with liked satin and other shit that screamed comfort and luxury, but when Free pulled the little plaid sheets back I climbed on in and there was a big smile on my face when he got in next to me and put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

My body was boiling and Free’s dick was on brick. He took one of my titties into his mouth and sucked my nipple gently, rolling it around on his lips until it stiffened and grew larger. I was gasping for air when he slid his fingers down my flat belly and dipped two of them inside my pussy. He played there for a while, then slid down and started licking my clit. I arched my back, shivering on his tongue. He stroked my stuff until cum ran outta me and I made him stop.

“I want some dick,” I whispered urgently. “Gimme that dick, baby. Gimme that dick.”

Free kissed me, snaking his tongue around wetly in my mouth, then he rubbed my hips and slid his leg over me, about to get on top.

“Wait!” I said, pushing on his hips to keep him from touching me with his dick. I knew what time it was, and I also knew how to play my cards if I wanted this little game to last for longer than tonight. “You got some plastic, boo? You be wrapping that shit up, right?”

I hated condoms, but I wasn’t gonna let Free think I was some irresponsible trick who just let niggas dig her out raw.

Free was grinning. “Yeah, baby. I got a hoodie and hell yeah. I wraps this thing up.”

A few moments later I rolled that plastic down over Free’s dick and he made sure it was on right.

“They didn’t have none bigger than this?” I asked. That shit looked like it was cutting off his circulation.

“I’m good, baby,” he said, kissing me again. “Now lemme make sure you get good right with me.”

And he did me good too. I shivered when he slid into me, hitting my walls and the back of my pussy too. If I thought I was the rhythm master, I was mistaken. Free could fuck. He was all about satisfying me and his pace had me sweating to keep up with him. He slammed that dick in me so good I thought we was gonna break the bed down. He hit me real, real fast and hard, then slowed down and put it in neutral, idling in it for a few seconds, and then stroking me real deep again until I was racing toward that good place, cumming over and over as he reached between us and massaged my puffy clit.

I was begging him to stop by the time he finally busted again, filling up that rubber. He’d taken me through some serious circuit training, banging me from all angles and at different thrust speeds and tempos until he got his nut in a big crazy blast. I almost panicked when he pulled outta me and I saw the condom had a little split in it, but Free said it had torn when it was almost all the way out, so not to worry. And now he was cuddling me, stroking my wet skin, touching my hair, moving his head to a familiar beat and whispering his rap from earlier softly in my ear.

Soy Saucy!

You know how bad your body is calling,

For me to give it to you how you want it,

So what’s it gonna take for you to come and rock with me?

Look a’ here luv, you can just kick back and loosen up,

Luckily you chose to fuck with me, so you moving up…

You lovin’ when I’m writing these raw rhymes, you got me,

That’s fine mami, I need more mind than body…

Scratchin’ my back, mami lovin it when daddy in it,

And anything, I’ll make it happen if you happy wit’ it

So what it’s hittin’ for, let me know what the feeling is,

You done with all the rest, now let me show you what it really is!

Baby lemme tell you the truth…I really feel you and I’m tryna make you mine tonight…

Know ya need a nigga like me,

I’ll be your homey, I’ll protect you hold you down when it’s time to ride…

I fell asleep with Free’s sweet words in my ear.

Our bout had been a real mismatch because he had put his sex game down so tight it sent me running to the corner. I woke up alone, and for a minute I had to figure out exactly where I was because the bed felt strange and I didn’t recognize the bare walls and ugly drapes. But then I felt something warm seeping out of me and remembered that Free had just dug me out nice and good, and my juices were still running. I sat up and reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a woven tissue box holder, and when I lifted it up I saw the edge of a dollar bill sticking out the bottom.

At least that’s what it looked like at first. It had been stuck up through a slot on the bottom, and when I turned the tissue holder over and pulled the money out, I realized that it was a one-hundred-dollar bill, and that there were a lot more of them stuck up in there.

I was counting them when I heard Free coming through the front door. “Where’d you go?” I asked sleepily when he came in the room. The tissue box was back on his nightstand and I was naked with my long legs stretched out.

He leaned over and kissed one of my brown nipples. “I went to get us some dinner. What I ate earlier, that was just a snack, mami.”

“Yumm,” I said, remembering how he had swirled that tongue in my coochie so good I’d almost pulled the cheap-ass sheets off his bed. “What did you buy?”

“Shrimp,” he said. “I’m gonna make us some garlic shrimp, and you can make us a salad.”

I opened one eye real wide.

“You want me to fix something? Why didn’t you just stop at a restaurant or something?”

Free stretched out next to me on the bed, but on top of the covers. “I hate eating food fixed by somebody I don’t know. I eat out when I have to, but I never bring junk up in here. This is my sanctuary from the rest of the world, Saucy. It’s where I rest, where I come to get my head straight and to stay in touch with the real me. So let’s get in the kitchen and feed each other right with something we made with our own hands, cool?”

Something about the way he put that explanation down felt good to me. I opened my mouth when he pressed his lips to mine and offered him my tongue to suck. He raked his fingers through my hair, then kissed the tip of my nose.

“Come on, girl. Get your fine ass up out that bed. Daddy’s hungry.”

I threw those covers back and stood up. I heard him gasp as I showed off my juicy light-brown breasts with the cocoa nipples that stood straight out. With my belly ring glinting, I turned around and walked around the bed, then danced barefoot toward the door as he watched my naked ass move. I stopped at the door and looked over my shoulder, then wound my hips around real sexy-like.

“Damn, girl. You gone ruin my appetite,” he grinned, shaking his head. “If I get more of that tonight!”

I used the bathroom and took a quick shower. His shower stall was all fucked up! First of all it was the size of half of a regular shower. The damn spout was connected to a hose that ran from the sink’s faucet. He had that shit rigged up hood-tight, like a nigga trying to get free cable.

I had to admit it, the joint was small but Free had tried to think of everything. There was some Salon shampoo on the shower caddy and some Private Spa Collection shower gel. I washed my hair then poured gel all over my body and scrubbed myself until my skin felt fresh and clean. I turned off the water and stood there listening.

Free musta been out there in the kitchen getting the shrimp ready. I could hear the music flooding the air above the sound of water running in the kitchen sink. He was playing a Thug-A-Licious club banger. Thug’s stock had gone up sky high after his murder, and the fact that he used to spit for Ruthless Rap, Free’s label, and I had sucked the hell outta both of their dicks, was kinda crazy. Thug was hot though, and I nodded to the beat as Free blasted one of his last jams.

We get it in, my team pack the club out

Straight to the bar, no Crys, Yak the cup out

Niggas talk slick, we pull straps and bug out

Step on the kicks, we might black the fuck out!

I got the haze, a whole batch to puff out

Goons in the back, waitin for cats to stunt out

Ladies in the dugout, big breasts and butt out

No names needed that take the fun out!

I need to see a tongue out

If not, then cut out

Your friend comin in as soon as ya ass run out

We gonna drink till the last glass run out

12
AM
getting it in till the sun out

Let’s move!

I’m tryna pop off with Mami,

Hit the floor, show her how we gone pop off the party! Let’s move!

I’m tryna blow sticky in the back,

Shawty dancing in the front, bouncin’ wit me to the track!

Let’s move!

I’m tryna get tips on the liq, sit and watch baby girl strip to my hits!

Let’s move!

We can blow a whole ounce in this bitch,

Just make sure my squad gets pronounced in this bitch!

When I pulled the shower curtain back I saw two thick towels folded and waiting on the sink. I used one for my hair, then dried off with the other one and wrapped it around my naked body. I walked out the bathroom with my hair slick and silky, not dry enough yet to start curling up. I went back in Free’s bedroom and sat on the bed and started pulling some clothes from my bag.

“Hey.” He poked his head in the door, bopping it to the music. “You gonna be dressed soon?”

I nodded. “Yeah, but your neighbors are gonna call the po-po on you for blasting them Thug sounds like that!”

“No they ain’t.” He grinned and shook his head. “This jawn is sound-proof, Mami.”