Hip Hop Heat (3 page)

This can't be real, this can't be real, this can't be real.
Lalana sank back into the deep leather bucket seats of MC ROC's custom-designed Bentley as the words swept through her brain. The car was unbelievably luxurious. It even smelled good back there.

For hours Logan navigated the Pacific Coast Highway while Lalana struggled to accept the fact she was spending all this time with her favorite rap star. In the first five hours, ROC had already had two stores closed down inside the Beverly Center so Lalana could shop. There was only one condition: "You model everything I tell you to, and if I like it, it's yours," ROC told her.

He couldn't be serious, she had thought.

But he was. After loading up on several outfits, pieces of lingerie, and pairs upon pairs of stripper-like stacked heels, they were on their way to ROC's place in Malibu. Lalana sat next to him, sure she was dreaming.

"So Shorty," ROC said, "whicha' my cuts you like the best?"

"Oh, 'Henny and Head', without a doubt," she answered without hesitation.

MC ROC eased back and smiled. "That's wassup," he said smoothly.

Lalana wondered how much longer they were going to be on the road. Sitting next to MC ROC was more than she could handle. While they were in the stores it was okay, because salespeople kept them company while jumping at her every whim. And when they ate, ROC's entourage was one table away within earshot of every word exchanged. Back in the car, Lalana didn't know what to expect.

Sitting next to him as he sipped on a Crown and Coke, she felt nervous energy rush through her veins.

"You scareda' me huh?" he asked with a wicked grin, sensing Lalana's anxiety.

"Who, me? I'm cool," she insisted.

"Why you way over there then, Shorty?" ROC removed the glass from his lips and licked them in that sexy way she liked.

"Oh, um, just trying not to crowd you," Lalana said shyly.

"You know I'm really feelin' you, right?"

Lalana didn't know how to respond. Did MC ROC just confess that
he
was feeling
her
? Lalana wasn't sure how to react.

"You could have any woman you want," she stammered.

"True dat," he smiled, "But I'm wit' you. So why don't you come over here and sit next to me for a sec."

Lalana's palms were sweaty. Her heart beat uncontrollably. And try as she might, she couldn't escape the ever-increasing wetness between her thighs.

"You, ah, you want me to what?" she asked, even though she had heard his request.

"Move over here, Shorty. I know you ain't scared, are you?" he asked with a lifted brow.

Lalana was more nervous than scared. "If I come too close I can't be held responsible for what might happen," she warned with false confidence.

She didn't miss the sudden sparkle in his eyes.

"Ain't nothin' sitting between us but space and opportunity, Shorty."

Lalana slid in next to him. From a nearby panel, ROC pressed a button that closed the window curtain between driver and backseat.

ROC threw an arm around Lalana's shoulders and pulled her closer. She struggled to contain her excitement. Then she felt his hot breath on her neck. Within moments his tongue was all over her.

"Damn Shorty, you fine as all get out, a real dime piece," he moaned.

Head thrown back, Lalana released her own gut-wrenching moan. She didn't know what to do, or how far to go. She didn't have long to consider.

Lalana pulled back from one of ROC's long kisses to look at the surreal image before her eyes. Was she really in the back seat of a custom-made Bentley making out with this man?

ROC answered her thoughts as, in one sweeping motion, he unbuckled his jeans, unzipped his fly, and revealed a pair of gold silk boxers. Drawn to him as moths are drawn to a flame, Lalana reached out to touch ROC's bulge.

"Wow," she breathed. He was already so hard. She sat, her anticipation rising.

"Yeah, that's all me," ROC boasted. He lay back on the seats, his jeans wrapped around his ankles and his massive cock protruding through the boxers.

Lalana smiled. "Ooh, this is definitely my lucky day," she breathed huskily before pulling off her bra and marveling at his stunned reaction.

"Damn, those are nice," he said, palming her breast and squeezing. When he released her after a few moments and opened his legs, his member fell from the slit in his shorts. Lalana couldn't resist.

On her knees now, she lapped her tongue along his shaft, circling around him right up to the tip. Once there, she slopped the end of his rod with saliva, wrapped her lips around him, and sucked ROC in as far as she could. He was huge.

"Work that shit, Shorty!" he moaned. "Oh, yes! That's right, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!"

The more he talked and egged her on, the more Lalana got into it. She bobbed her head back and forth, sucking ROC hard as he thrust against her. When she heard him groan and noticed his thighs shaking, she stopped. She backed up and used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth.

MC ROC's eyes widened in sheer shock. His mouth opened. "Wassup? Whas' goin' on?"

"Oh, you ain't coming yet, big Daddy," she taunted.

"What?" he pulled back and looked down at his glistening member. "You can't leave a brotha like this," he complained.

"Oh, I ain't done with you yet," she promised. "How much longer 'til we get to where we going?"

"Um, we got more than a minute," he assured her, quickly working to slip on a condom.

Lalana unzipped her skirt, stepped out of her panties, swung one leg over, and straddled ROC's enormous member. Her juices dripped down onto his skin as Lalana reached down and slowly guided him into her. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes: Never had something so big been inside of her. Her wetness allowed him to slide in with relative ease.

"Goddamn! You feel so good," ROC grunted.

Lalana wiggled her hips and rode him hard. She twisted to the left, ground her body against his, and savored the feeling of his hips thrusting; pushing deeper and deeper inside her. He touched her breasts and squeezed her nipples.

"Sssss, oh yes!"

"You like it?" he asked.

"Oh yes! It's so damn hard, so big, and sooo good," she cried.

"I wanna give it
all
to you," he said.

Lalana wiggled her hips some more.

"Take it girl, handle it, it's yours," he moaned.

"Oh, shit!" Lalana screamed. Her eyes rolled; her mouth flew open. "Oh shit, I'ma 'bout to come, baby.". Lalana couldn't fathom what she was doing.

"Get it girl, take this shit, take it all, all 12 inches," he encouraged.

Lalana grabbed his neck and pulled him closer, unable to hold on any longer. She came hard and fast, exploding her juices all over his massive member.

Her clit tingling, Lalana sat back to look at ROC.

"Hey baby, you get yours?" she asked.

"Nah, that was all about you," he answered.

"Oh, but I want you to get a nut," Lalana pouted. She turned. "Here, you wanna hit it from the back?" Before he could answer, Lalana moved onto the floorboard of the car and hiked her hips upward. Without hesitation, ROC moved between her legs and entered her with force she had to buck her butt back to take the full impact of each stroke.

"Oh ROC, come for me baby, come hard," she cooed.

They moved at a steady pace, with an upbeat rhythm. Lalana couldn't believe this was happening. As ROC's rod slid in and out of her with great ease, she got worked up all over again.

Soon, a tingling sensation began at the bottom of her feet and started to work its way up her legs.

"Oh shit, ROC!" she cried.

And like all the elements of a perfect storm, their passion came together at just the right moment as they erupted together and basked in sheer satisfaction.

"Damn girl, you and me, we 'bout to live it up this weekend."

All she could do was smile.

This, she decided, was just the kind of excitement she needed.

Lalana was shocked to learn she and ROC weren't going straight to one of his places in Malibu to shower. She was sure they smelled like hot sex. Instead, ROC insisted on making a quick stop. "I gotta show my face in one spot, then we roll out, cool?" he asked her.

Lalana used a tissue from her purse to sop up the lingering juices and hoped for the best.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at their destination. When the Bentley came to a stop in a circular driveway and MC ROC hopped out, Lalana didn't know what to do. Should she stay in the car and wait for him? Or maybe she should get out and step up like she was part of the posse.

Before she could make up her mind, the soundproof divider slid down.

"You okay?" Logan asked.

"Of course," she hissed.

For a second she wondered whether Logan knew what she and ROC had been doing in the back of the car. She felt a quick, passing sense of guilt.

"I'm fine," she snapped firmly.

Logan looked out the window, then turned and glanced at her over his shoulder.

"You ain't gotta go in there you know," he said softly.

Lalana wanted him to leave her alone. Since it was obvious he wouldn't quit talking to her, she dug into her purse and pulled out her compact. Before Logan could utter another word, she held the powder up to block his face and started working. She heard the divider ease back up again.

As Lalana sat primping in the mirror, there was a knock at the window. Startled, she pulled the curtain back and looked up to see ROC talking away on the phone.

"Yo, Shorty, c'mon man, we ain't got all damn day," he said. Lalana scrambled to get out of the car before he changed his mind and jogged to catch up with him.

The walk from the car to the massive double doors was a long one. It didn't take long for MC ROC's posse to fall into step. Lalana had forgotten they were still around; but she should've known they wouldn't be too far from his side. Since they were strolling in silence, Lalana didn't utter a word. She just hoped MC ROC was true to his word and they would only be there for a short period of time. As they strolled, she pushed Logan's concern out of her mind.

What the hell does he know anyway?

They walked up to the front door, knocked, and it opened. They stepped in, and Lalana nearly fainted.

The room smelled like a warm locker room after the big victory game. Painted in an eggshell hue, the space was massive with cathedral ceilings and sparse furnishings. Most walls were taken up by large bay windows framed with custom drapes. Big windows in the back were bare and overlooked a gigantic sparkling pool, which seemed to overlook an even bigger body of water. The sofas and couches, all in various earth tones, were crowded with different naked couples in various stages of making love.

At least two couples were going at it while standing, either up against a wall or near the staircase. Lalana tried not to stare, but didn't quite know how to take in the entire scene.

The moment ROC got off the phone a crowd of four guys rushed him. Before he started in on a conversation with them, however, he turned to Lalana. "You cool, Shorty?"

Lalana swallowed hard. She didn't want to seem prude, so she smiled and nodded. Yeah, she was cool.

Trying to unfocus her eyes so she wouldn't stare was futile. A woman was riding a man atop the coffee table and her animated actions were captivating.

"Ooooohhh, yessss," she cried while thrusting her hips. When the woman's eyes made contact with Lalana, she quickly looked away and saw ROC back on the phone.

Lalana wasn't sure how long she could take it. In addition to sex everywhere she looked, large flat-screen TVs were showing various pornos.

Glancing at ROC again, Lalana's eyes caught his and he smiled. Without ending his conversation he nodded slightly and motioned for her to come to him.

When she arrived, he opened his arms and pulled her close.

"This hot, huh?" he asked.

Lalana took a deep breath and glanced at a different couple. She had to admit, being surrounded by all that nudity made her want ROC even more.

"It is," she confirmed. "But when can we be alone again?"

Lalana wasn't sure if she saw a twinkle in his eye, but something sparkled and he smiled before resuming his conversation.

"Look man, I got some business to handle," ROC said into the phone. "I'ma have to get with you later."

Lalana felt comfortable under ROC's scrutinizing stare. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes and didn't mind one bit. As a matter of fact, she wanted to help.

"Here, lemme find a quiet spot for us," he said, pulling Lalana by the arm as he took off down a hall.

On their way out of the main room, Lalana thought she saw a professional athlete; then realized she may have seen more than one. Their bodies were just as beautiful and impressive as the model-perfect women they were straddling, or humping from behind.

Lalana followed ROC up to a second-floor bedroom, which was surprisingly unoccupied.

"I didn't think you'd wanna stay," ROC said, closing the door behind her.

"I wouldn't, if you weren't here," she replied.

That brought another smile to his face.

"You are so damn fine!" he declared. Lalana blushed.

This time, the kiss was slow and deliberate. He sucked her tongue hard and when he let up, she used hers to wrestle with his. Before long, they were panting and moving toward a chaise in the corner of the room.

"Damn, you got me hard as a rock!"

"I'm gonna take care of you," she whispered sweetly. Lalana was breathing hard and heavy. She slithered backward until her legs touched the chaise.

"You promise, baby?" his voice sounded so innocent, she could hardly believe this was the same man she watched on TV all the time. She was seeing a side of him never revealed in any of his raunchy videos.

Lalana sat back, legs opened wide, and used her hands to pull him closer. She unbuckled ROC's jeans, and unzipped his fly. ROC grabbed her hands, hard.

His sudden move startled Lalana. She looked up at him, unsure of what to do next. But it was his next move that caught her completely off guard. He gently pushed her onto her back, stretched her legs wider, then fell to his knees.

Lalana's heart was beating so fast she feared it would jump from her chest. When she felt his soft lips on her inner thigh, she began to tremble.

MC ROC was about to go down on her!

She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping this was no dream. He palmed her thighs, sucked her flesh passionately, and then used his fingers to part her lips. He put two fingers inside her, probing her G-spot. Lalana squeezed him tightly. It wasn't long before the tender flutter of his tongue confirmed she was in fact experiencing real life at its best.

"Oooh. My. God!" she cried.

ROC started softly, using his tongue to make lapping motions against Lalana's swollen clit. She felt herself grow wetter by the second. Soon, Lalana's thighs were squeezing ROC's head as though she feared he might try to get away.

ROC's hands traveled up her body to her breasts. He squeezed, then licked. He worked with such precision Lalana felt an orgasm that threatened to explode almost immediately.

"Shit!" It was becoming too much.

ROC worked quickly: squeeze, lick, squeeze, lick. A battle brewed in Lalana's head; a delicious dilemma. She wanted to come, but wanted to wait too and force the feeling to last longer.

"Oh, God!" she finally screamed, her eyes shut tight in ecstasy.