Page 6 of Next Level
These motherfuckers are crazy. Every single time.
Dawg starts to bob his head as he stands up, opening his cut and pulling out what’s always there—a chewy blunt.
A chewy blunt is a marijuana joint but laced with cocaine, and Dawg always has one but doesn’t smoke it with just anyone.
Zoom, Lip, Zip, Chewy, and Dawg circle each other, rapping the lyrics while Dawg licks the blunt, getting it ready to spark up.
I sit back, laughing at these fools.
Again, this is why he’s called Dawg. All the guys sing along, pointing to him, saying he’s six-five. When they call him a klucker, as in the song, he begins acting out the words by bobbing and weaving, ducking their fake punches. We play this song every time, more than once.
My brothers are all in a tight circle swaying together, rapping while passing the chewy blunt around. Dawg glances over, offering it, but I shake my head. I plan on sleeping tonight. I got my girl up at the house. I’m usually clear-headed when she’s around. Sam’s old enough to know when we’re all fucked up, and I don’t want her or, more importantly, her friends to see me like that.
I tap the bar, getting Jay’s attention for another beer as I finish off this one. I slide the empty bottle toward the edge of the bar while Jay puts a fresh one in front of me. Before I even grab the new beer, I feel a familiar hand slide over my biceps. Without even looking at her, I hold up two fingers toward the Fireball—Tink’s favorite—signaling I want two shots. “RayRay, you having fun tonight?” she murmurs next to my ear.
Hearing my nickname makes my cock twitch.
“Tink, with you around, always,” I say, not looking at her.
I turn away from the bar just enough for her to squeeze in between my legs. I slide a hand around her waist, pulling her up against me.
“You want to go have some fun real quick?” Tink says in a sexy, low voice.
Positioning her breasts right at eye level, I lean down and give each mound a nip with my teeth. She’s got a good-sized rack with great cleavage.
A giggle that quickly turns to a moan slips from her lips as she grips my head, pushing my face deeper into her breasts.
My cock goes from twitching to rock hard instantly, wanting to be the one fucking these titties, not my mouth.
When I hear Jay place the shot glasses next to me, I pull my head back and hand her one before grabbing mine.
“To you.” I raise my shot to hers before slamming it back.
She smirks, then tosses hers back.
After placing the glass down, I grab her ass over her short as hell jean shorts.
In a low, husky voice, I explain, “I can’t hang all night. I’ve got to be up at the house later, but I’d love to see if I can get you totinklefor me real quick.”
She’s always wet and ready for me, but a few times I’ve gotten her to squirt. It was glorious. Her name truly is perfect for her.
Tink slips her hands around my neck.
“RayRay, you can try, but I think that would be an all-night quest.” She winks, then leans down and kisses me.
Her tongue slips in tangling with mine, and the taste of cinnamon swirls around us. I spread my fingers wide, kneading her ass, before sliding them down her legs.
Wanting her heat closer to my core, I grip the back of her legs, lifting her to straddle my lap. I turn, using the bar to lean her back as I begin to play.
God, I love foreplay.
Tink places her hands on either side of my neck, holding on as I grope her ass, motioning her hips up and down my hardened shaft, making her groan louder.
Luckily for us, for years, we’ve played around teasing each other, so no one pays attention to us. Plus, with the music loud and everyone doing their own thing, no one gives a fuck.
Tink’s like my baby girl, the one you don’t fuck with or disrespect. She was always off-limits when her father was alive. And now, she’s off limits because of me.
Tink’s hips start moving on their own accord, riding me just like she likes it. I move my hands between us, slipping them between her inner thighs and moving them under her short shorts, meeting slick, wet folds, which makes it even easier for my fingers to slide into home.
