Read Between My Thighs: An Urban Erotic Tale Online
Authors: Naija
Between My Thighs: An Urban Erotic Tale (4 page)
I returned the favor, showing him he wasn’t the only one who could work wonders with his tongue. His chest was sensitive, and that aroused me. As I succulently kissed and nibbled on him, moans escaped his mouth as he begged for more. My hands and lips explored his body, and his erection stiffened. His fingers slipped into my pussy, sending jolts of spasms through me.
Troy knew how to please a woman. He enjoyed my pleasure, and it became his. He touched my g-spot, had me climaxing in multiples. At least three orgasms dripped from my love while his fingers played in my pussy. I lost my breath from that alone. I knew his dick would rock my world.
Troy enjoyed watching me gyrate while he massaged my clit. He kissed me again, each time more seductive than the last.
“You have a nice body,” he commented.
“Thank you. So do you,” I muttered.
I wanted to feel his dick inside me, stroking and caressing my vaginal walls. I was climaxing just playing with the thought.
It was my turn to take control of this situation. Troy had me wide open, and I needed to step up my game. I was licking his chest again, and he loved it. I teased him with my pearl tongue around his navel before I moved down to his inner thighs. His dick swayed back and forth, following my face as I licked from one thigh to the other, slobbering, and stroking his legs and ass.
When my mouth covered his dick, he was shocked by the depth of my love. Sucking dick was my forte, and I consumed his until he screamed my name. It was an art that I’d mastered. I knew what turned a man on and never came up short in the bedroom.
Troy pleased me, and I was going to make damn sure I did the same for him. I hummed on his dick while holding it inside my mouth, sending riveting vibrations down his shaft. I was better than a bobblehead, going up and down, sucking his dick and stimulating the head with my tongue. He was amazed I could take the whole length of his love. He started fucking my mouth like it was a pussy, and I handled all eleven inches of his dick like the trouper that I am.
Troy was nice enough to let me know he was about to bust. He motioned for me to release, but I held on until his juice flowed into me. His body shook and trembled as he came inside me. I knew just how long to keep my mouth on him after he came before I let go. Yeah, I was a professional. I knew the importance of giving and receiving, and it blew his mind.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking you,” Troy said.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking you back,” I told him as he parted my thighs. Before I knew it, his dick was up in me.
Troy fucked me hard at first, letting me know he was a beast. He had stamina out of this world. Perhaps it was the Guinness and Snickers he had just before that produced his extra energy. He took some shit out on my ass, and I loved it.
Troy knew how to work the dick. He had my pussy swollen and squirting in three-minute intervals. That nigga made me lose control.
“Relax,” he said, and I did.
Troy was in me strong. His dick was the perfect fit. He fucked me in so many different positions I was taking notes. Thought I would die when he turned me over on my side, fucked me in a scissorlike position. His dick felt like it was all up in my liver the way he was grinding, pushing, and flexing inside me.
“Your pussy is so damn tight,” he said. “I’ve never been in pussy as tight as yours.”
My pussy always had been tight. I’m in tune with every facet of my body. I tightened my kegel muscles around his dick, reiterating he hadn’t felt tight yet.
“Damn, Troy,” I said, moaning. “Take this pussy, baby.” Troy smacked my ass. “You’re making me come again, baby. Ooohthisshitfeelssofuckinggood.” I groaned.
“Does it, baby?” he asked and fucked me harder.
Troy hit the light switch by the bed. “I want to see you while I’m fucking you,” he said.
His statement turned me on. The lights came on. We could see ourselves in the mirrors covering the walls, and we had our own private show. At that moment, the purpose of the mirrors was clear.
Troy turned me over to fuck me doggy-style. I tilted my ass and propped up on that dick, working him while he thrust deeper into me. We went from fucking to making love back to fucking all in one stance. When he saw my colorful tattoo of the sun on the lower half of my back, it drove him wild. He started licking it and holding my ass for the impact, embracing me for what was coming down.
Troy flipped me again, putting his face between my thighs. He tasted my love. I kept my pussy clean. Thanks to my Brazilian wax, he didn’t have to worry about curly hairs getting stuck between his teeth. I wiggled around the bed until we were in a sixty-nine position—sucking his dick while he licked my pussy. Troy enjoyed my nectar as it trickled in his mouth.
When his dick entered me again, it was on familiar ground. This time I sat on top and let my love fall down. I rode his dick, bouncing my ass up and down, spinning around like I was on a merry-go-round. He loved seeing me do my thing on top of him. That nigga held it down as we fucked, maintaining his orgasm until I absolutely had been pleased. He drained me as my honeysuckle flowed endlessly.
“How you feeling right now?” he asked, changing the pace from fucking to lovemaking.
“I-I can’t describe in words how I’m feeling right now,” I sputtered.
“You like this dick?” he asked.
“I love this dick, baby,” I replied without hesitation.
“You feel so good,” he said, continuing with his journey.
His rhythm quickened, became deeper, harder, and stronger. He put his hand around my neck, bracing himself. His body shivered and shook, and he released inside of me. The impact was like thunder. The thin piece of latex between us shielded me from those little soldiers I now fantasized about having one day.
Chapter 4|
I had last-minute things to get done before I left New York the next day, and I hoped to see Troy.
Jason had offered to take me to the airport because we hadn’t been able to spend too much time together. Dallas was trying to make up for her stunt, so she invited me to dinner with her girls Tania and Loren. Tania was friends with Melina, Dallas’s mother. Tania and Dallas had become close. She wasn’t much older than Dallas, and they often hung out together.
Loren and Tania were best friends, had been for more than fifteen years. Loren couldn’t stand Dallas. I immediately sensed the tension. They were going to Negril, a Jamaican restaurant in the Village. Fucking Troy had me in a good mood, and I was hungry. I decided to succumb to the request after both her friends insisted.
The jerk salmon, rice and peas, and a carafe of sangria satisfied my palate. Loren had physical features resembling my aunt. People kept asking throughout the evening if we were sisters.
“So what’s it like in Detroit?” Loren asked over dinner.
“There isn’t too much going on,” I responded, I wasn’t much of a fan of my birthplace. “It’s nothing compared to NYC, but no other city on the planet is.” We all shared a chuckle. I’d fallen in love with New York and was already promoting its uniqueness.
Loren was originally from Jamaica—Kingston to be exact. She’d been in the States twenty years and had no intention of returning, although all of her family resided on the island.
Dallas and Tania were both from Barbados. It always amazed me how Dallas didn’t identify with being black. She was darker than me but always contested she was a shade lighter. It was a pity some sisters always allowed ridiculous barriers to exist among one another. Regardless of what shade of the spectrum, we all radiated with beauty and represented so many different wonderful characteristics.
If asked her ethnicity on a multiple-choice question, and West Indian wasn’t an option, in a heartbeat, Dallas would select white before she would check black—anything but black.
Loren and I continued our conversation. She was dating a football player for the Miami Dolphins, but she inquired about some of the members of the Detroit Lions.
“Do you have a man?” she asked.
“I’m seeing someone,” I replied.
I had been sleeping with a wide receiver for the Detroit Lions for about two years. In no way did I consider our relationship monogamous because I knew he was fucking when they were on the road. I wasn’t naive, but he took good care of me.
I remember when we consummated our relationship last year. It was in the Windy City. We’d taken a road trip to Chicago to get away and write some poetry. When we arrived at our hotel, it was late, and both of us were tired, but I tried to give him some attention since we were supposed to be relaxing and enjoying each other’s company.
We were unpacking our things and discovered each of us had brought candles and music for the room. While I lit the candles, he set the stereo for some good bump-and-grind beats. He’d made a mix CD of Donnell Jones that had hours of all the best tracks. We had it playing on heavy rotation.
I had never been afraid to put it down in the sheets, but that changed when I saw what my baby was working with. He was one hundred percent pedigree. That was the first night I got my back cracked.
“I would love to visit Detroit. Perhaps you could introduce me to some of the ballers,” Loren said, bringing me out of my daydream.
“Yeah, perhaps,” I responded, thinking bitches are always trying to get on.
Dallas had told her girls that I was upset with her, so naturally they were trying to change the climate of the evening. Loren and I had some things in common, so we spent the night chatting and talking, mostly about men.
The whole day passed, and Troy and I didn’t speak. The night before when he had dropped me off at Dallas’s house, he had walked me all the way to her front door, not giving a damn that she could have easily witnessed the two of us. He gave me a long kiss good night right outside her apartment door. The only thing separating us from her was a peephole.
After dinner, I went back to the apartment. Dallas went out with her friends. It was nice to spend the evening alone, packing my things. Jason called to confirm my flight details.
“Do you want to go out tonight?” he asked. Sleeping in New York was not something that happened often, at least not in my experience.
“Not really. I’m a little tired and still trying to finish packing. I have all these souvenirs to make room for in my luggage.”
I wasn’t interested in hanging out with Jason. He was feeling me and looking for his last chance to possibly fuck me. Troy had confirmed that.
“What time should I pick you up tomorrow?” he asked.
“My flight leaves at 10:00 a.m., so a few hours prior.”
Security in the airports had increased tenfold. It took three hours to pass the checkpoint on the way to New York. I was not trying to miss my flight.
“Alright. I’ll pick you up. Is Dallas riding with us?”
“I hope not, but more than likely she’ll want to see me off,” I said.
Jason started laughing, realizing I didn’t want to spend another second with Dallas. She really got on my nerves. I was also irritated because there was no word from Mr. Trinidadian.
The next morning, Jason arrived at the apartment right on time. He seemed to be a nice guy, but he wasn’t sincere. He was expecting something in return.
He loaded my bags into his Jeep. Earlier, I tried to convince Dallas to stay behind, but she hopped her ass in the backseat. No words were exchanged between the two of us. Why she bothered riding along was beyond me. I guess she felt it was the right thing to do.
Monday morning traffic was fierce. Jason’s cell phone was ringing nonstop. His hands-free system answered the call, and I could hear Troy on the speakerphone trying to determine our location. Troy intentionally left his cell phone charger in Jason’s ride. He told Jason to stop by a site where he was working to drop it off.
“It can’t wait until we come back from the airport?” Jason asked.
“Naw, nigga. I need to use this phone all day, and I don’t have many cells left. It’ll be a matter of time before it drops, and I’m expecting a call.”
“Alright. We’ll swing over,” Jason said.
Jason was a flunky. He didn’t say anything, just whipped the ride around and played Troy Says.
Troy was working hard and covered in plaster when we pulled up. He lit up when he saw me. I got out of the Jeep, and we exchanged words while Dallas and Jason also exited. We didn’t have much time.
“Thank you, Troy,” I said to him as Jason handed him the cell phone charger.
“You’re welcome. It was nice meeting you,” he said.
Dallas hadn’t been acknowledged and grew upset. She stood there clearing her throat.
“What’s up, Dallas?” Troy said.
“Not much,” she responded.
“Then why the fuck you clearing your throat like something stuck in it?” I asked. Everyone except Dallas laughed.
Troy and I hugged, and he whispered in my ear, “I’ll be seeing you soon, girlfriend.”
“Thanks for a wonderful time,” I replied and got back in the Jeep.
“Where’s my damn hug?” Dallas asked.
“I’m dirty, girl,” Troy replied.
“That didn’t stop you from hugging my girl,” Dallas argued.
“That’s because she’s leaving. You, I’ll see later,” he replied.
Not pleased by his reply, Dallas walked over to Troy, trying to give him a hug before he quickly disconnected. Jason and Dallas noticed the chemistry between Troy and me.
The flight home was quick and turbulent free. I was glad to be back in Detroit and had business to attend.
Chapter 5|
Four days seemed like four minutes. When I returned home, so much had transpired. My NFL lover had sustained a serious back injury. His days playing in the league were over. He left without saying good-bye. I’d attempted to get in contact with him, but his cellular was disconnected. I imagined he must have been distraught and would come around at some point.
Every Friday I volunteered as a mentor. I’d been doing it for about a year. Kendra, the little girl I mentored, was thirteen. Her mother and I attended the same high school. Kendra had a number of psychological problems that stemmed from the ghetto environment in which she lived. We were in the middle of reviewing her calculus homework at the community center when my ex-boyfriend from high school, Dontae, walked in.