Zane's Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3 (21 page)

Tariq sat me on his lap, facing out. He guided his stiff cock deep into my folds and gently bounced me up and down, while I moaned with pain and pleasure. Todd knelt before my splayed cunt and put his Metro car sucking to shame. Not to be left out, Tyson climbed up, straddling my gapped thighs, and started sliding his rigid cock in and out of my mouth until I convulsed fiercely, with triple pleasure.

• • •

The sun trailed its fingers of warm, rosy light through the blinds, across my plump, round ass. I love waking up whenever my eyes happen to open and despise the obnoxious blare of an alarm.

Was it all just a dream?

Not one thing was out of place.

Maybe I was just imagining sexy things.

On the way to the shower, I whispered to myself, “Maybe it’s time for psychotherapy.”

In my mirror image, I noticed a long, delicate, platinum
chain and pendant between my pendulous breasts—three huge diamond peas, peeking from a vaginal-like slit in the exquisite platinum pod. When I touched the top pea, a hazy image of Todd appeared.

“When you want any one, two, or all three of us, that’s all you need to do.”

Yes!

Tabitha Strong

Where do I know him from?
Mr. tall, bald, and sexy was making rounds across the room, shaking hands with all the right people.

“Kellie … Kellie, look at Precious Wilson.” Gabby tugged on my sleeve, trying to get my attention. I was too busy eyeing him. “Ooh, girl, the years have been kinder to some of us than others.”

“Huh?” I answered finally.

“Over there, on the dais. She looks fifty, not thirty-five. Didn’t she graduate a year before us?”

“I don’t know. Who can remember? That was almost fifteen years ago.”

“When she finds out you’re back in town, she’ll be all over you to join her women’s group.”

“Oh, great.”
What could be better? A root canal?

Precious stepped up to the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen, if you’d be kind enough to take your seats, we’ll start the program.”

I took a deep breath and sat down with Gabby and her husband, Chuck, at our assigned table.

The two hundred dollars I’d spent on the ticket was for a good cause, community development, even if it had been years since anyone in that room set foot in the ’hood—myself included.
The air was dense with perfume and spotted with proper ladies’ hats, each more elaborate than the next. Reflexively, I sat up a little straighter, shoulders back, head tilted slightly upward, mirroring the image of all the other good Christian women with their respectable upbringings and superior educations.

“Thank you all for coming to Friendship Tabernacle’s Fourth Annual Youth Center fund-raiser, honoring Atlanta’s Black business leaders who are as generous with their time as they are with their donations.”

Clap and look interested, Kellie.

“Our first honoree is a man who came to Atlanta with a good idea and unstoppable determination. Today, Mr. Roderick Tyler is the founder and CEO of Tyler Foods.”

Time to clap again.

“And ladies, he’s single.”

Oh, that was the punch line. Small laugh; more clapping. I wonder if I’ll get home in time to catch the end of the basketball game.

“Good afternoon, everyone.” His voice was velvet, catching my attention for real. There he stood, the vaguely familiar specimen I’d noticed earlier. “I’m humbled by this honor and share it with my two senior vice presidents. Without them, I could not do the good work I try to do.”

That voice buttered my skin. “Gabby,” I whispered. “Did we go to school with him?”

“No, he graduated from T.U.”

Rick from Tennessee.
Suddenly, I wasn’t sitting so straight in my chair. I wanted to slink out of the emergency exit. I bit softly on my lip, trying not to indulge the memories, but that voice, damn it, was bringing back every delicious detail with each rolling word.

• • •

“You could crash at our place, if you want.” Gabby made the suggestion from behind her third Rum Runner daiquiri. The noise in that slushy bar was so loud she had to repeat herself. I wasn’t too surprised. Gabby was always the more outgoing one among us, dragging me along for the ride under duress. But that night I was too drunk to care that she hadn’t bothered asking me before offering up our floor to some guys we’d just met. Besides, it was Freaknik weekend, a 200,000-strong college block party where anything goes. Not to mention how fine these men were—three flavors; chocolate, caramel, and butterscotch. I wouldn’t have minded a taste of any of them.

When the place closed, we spilled into the street with the rest of the crowd. Rick drove and we passed plenty of chicks acting a fool—booty-poppin’ on the back of pickup trucks and flashing everything you could imagine.

The thought blew past:
I don’t even know these dudes. My mother would kill me.
But I’d turned twenty that week and as far as I was concerned, I was grown.

What were the rest of their names?
Sean? Sam, no, it was Sam. And the light-skinned one was Jeff, I think.
They were cousins, both on the basketball team, giving us something to talk about back in our apartment. I acted like the night would end with some friendly sports talk and extra blankets. But Rick’s cornrows and smooth, onyx skin had me stealing looks when I thought no one would notice. Sitting on my desk with his feet in the chair, he had plenty of swagger and was all about letting me know it.

“You got a light?” he asked me, producing a freshly rolled blunt. The bass in his voice only made me want to do his bidding.

“Gabby’s the Newport fiend. Gab. Hey, Gabby.” I tapped her shoulder, but she was passed out cold on the sofa. Shaking my
head, I fished a lighter from her purse and handed it over. I’d only smoked weed one time before and was looking forward to the second.

“Looks like your roommate is going to miss out,” Rick noted through a plume of smoke, then passed the blunt my way.

I took it strong, like I did that kind of thing every weekend, and shrugged. “Her loss.”

Rick smiled at this, a smug smirk with his tongue making a tantalizing appearance. Then he nodded in his friends’ direction. “We’re fixin’ to play a game. If you can handle it, that is.”

“A game? What, like Truth or Dare?”

Rick laughed. “More like just dare.”

Sam took the blunt next and dragged on it slowly while my skin started to prickle and burn. Was it the weed, or the anticipation of what he meant? I couldn’t tell.

“Jeff, you want to tell her how it goes?” Rick asked.

Jeff choked out a laugh after taking a hit. “Sure. You see, there’s only one rule: Try to say, ‘Stop.’”

“Stop?” The word made me nervous, Rick could tell.

“Hold up, Jeff. Don’t scare the girl, damn.” He jumped off the desk and raised his hands. “It goes like this: You say stop, we stop. You say it, and we lose.”

“And if I don’t tell you to stop?” I pressed, curious to say the least.

“If you don’t, then we win.”

Sam slapped Jeff’s hand with a sideways grin. “Yeah, and she wins, too, right, cousin?” Jeff slapped him back, nodding in return.

And then they were all quiet, waiting on my response. “Okay, so the big question is … what are you going to do to me?”

Jeff began to slip off his belt. “See, now that’s the hard part.
You won’t know until it’s happening.” He let the belt drag on the floor and reached for my hand. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s see how you do.”

Already the word was on my lips. I could have won the game right then and there with the way my chastity was pounding in my ears. But no, I was following Jeff into my bedroom, with Rick slipping his hands under my shirt and Sam closing the door behind us.

I turned on the light, but Rick shut it just as fast. He went to the window and raised the blinds instead. Just outside in the quad, the streetlamp blinked and stuttered, washing the room with an erratic strobe.

In my bra, I sat on the edge of my bed, my heart in my throat, and tried to think of something to say. “That thing is annoying as hell. Keeps me awake every night.”

Rick moved next to me on the bed, dragging his finger over my lips. “No, it’s perfect. Just enough to see what we’re doing.”

He was so close to me, a dark silhouette cut in sharp angles. With only the slightest hint of pressure, his finger glided over my bottom lip, curling around my teeth. Grinning with moistened lips, he let it wander along the rim, encouraging me to open wider. It came slowly at first, his tongue sweeping past my trembling lips with deft restraint. He was easing me backward and I expected to feel the cool of my sheets underneath me. Instead, the bed dipped and I landed in Jeff’s lap.

“You ready?” Jeff asked me.

But I couldn’t answer that question. I didn’t have a clue.

Rick inhaled sharply, sucking the breath from my lungs, and whipping his tongue against mine while Jeff lifted my arms into the air and wound his belt around my wrists.

My eyes snapped open. I was scared shitless, mostly because
the fear turned me on.
I should tell them to stop. I should
…
oh, but damn, that feels good.

Sam was kissing my stomach. Twirling licks dancing across my skin made my hips roll in a request for more. Jeff nibbled at my fingertips two at a time, watching Sam go to task on my belly button.

Rick placed his lips at my ear, toying with my earring between his teeth. “Just say the word, Kellie. Say it.” His voice quaked through steamy breath, blanketing my neck.

No. I didn’t want to say it, even if the leather was cinching my skin. Instead, I welcomed Rick’s hand on my thigh, pulling one leg apart from the other and challenging the elasticity of my miniskirt as it retreated above my crotch.

Sam didn’t skip a beat, placing his fingers flat against my cotton panties, tapping on the heat and moisture seeping through. He looked up at me with those bedroom eyes and I watched his chin disappear beyond my skirt.

Thick lips wrapped over my cunt like a perfectly rounded cup of warmth while he sent a long, hot surge of breath leaking through my panties.

I thought that I would fucking explode.

Arching against Jeff’s thighs made him tighten his grip on the belt, wrapped tight enough already to ache. Rick swallowed my moan as soon as it left my mouth, kissing me more deeply than before.

And then Sam exhaled again, this time with his broad tongue pressed against my clit through the fabric. I cried out and Sam still didn’t remove my panties. He kept them intact, torturing me with that brilliant tongue, soaking them as the fabric slid over my hungry pussy while he lapped at me steadily. Stop? I had forgotten the meaning of the word. It wasn’t in my vocabulary.

Three tongues were having their way with me—and what now? Switching positions? The idea alone had me stirring on the bed like an epileptic in heat. Everything I had been taught, every lesson in dignity and self-respect my parents grilled into me, was dulled under the weight of my desire.

When Rick stood up, the others followed in a routine choreographed to the second. Jeff kept hold of my wrists and plunged his tongue into my mouth while Sam scooped one of my breasts from my bra. Rick pulled the soaked crotch of my panties to the side and blew. The cool air made me whimper. His hot, tender licks made me delirious.

I could hear Gabby’s voice. “Chuck played golf with him a few weeks ago.” She had that pleased-with-herself look on her face as she folded her napkin on the table.

“What are you talking about?” I asked her, all the chatter of the reception room suddenly present. People were busy mingling and only the two of us were left at the table.

“Don’t get cold feet on me now, Kellie. Five minutes ago you said you wanted to meet him.”

“Who?”

“Roderick.” She sighed. “Were you even listening to me?”

“Gabby, no—”

“Too late,” she muttered from the side of her mouth and then produced one of her winning smiles. “Ah, here he is; the man of the hour.”

Rick smiled back. “Chuck, your woman greets you like that every time you see her?”

Gabby tossed one of her flighty laughs into the air and Chuck cleared his throat. “You remember Gabby, of course. And this is her old college roommate, Kellie Pierce.”

“Who are you calling old, Chuck?” I quipped.
Oh, help me, Jesus.
Rick smelled delicious and looked even better.

“Kellie is heading up distribution down at C.C. now. Maybe she’ll do a brother right and cut you in on a better soda deal,” Gabby purred, trying to hook me up, but having no idea it was the second time she’d done the honors. “Chuck, come bid on something for me in the silent auction,” she cooed, pulling him away, and flashed a wink over her shoulder. How did she always manage to get me into trouble?

“Remind me to thank her,” Rick said once they’d left.

“Well, I’m not exactly sure if I can do anything on your beverage contract.”

“No, this thank you is about fifteen years overdue.”

Oh, shit.

He lowered his voice and stroked his goatee. “Kellie, with those big green eyes. If I tried, I bet I could still remember how you taste.” All the blood rushed right to my toes and back to my head.
How dare he talk to me like that? How dare my body react the way it did?
“We have some unfinished business, don’t you think? Our game ended in a tie.”