Page 19 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
The audacity of this nigga. He was the one in jail with nothing but men.He stepped closer to me, lifting one of my legs, hiking me up just enough to slide in. “Mm,” he growled.
Scooter rolled his body so fucking good I had to do a double-take. “What. The. Fuck!” I panted.
His breath caressed my neck as he swam inside of me. I gripped his shoulder to balance myself, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, swooping me up.Both his hands on my waist.His body rolled slowly like he was dancing.
“Gawd!” I screamed.
“Mm, shit. You’ve been flexin’ this pussy I see,” grunted.
Scooter gripped my neck with one hand and kept the other on my waist. “Hold on,” I heard him say.
Suddenly, I felt my body going backwards as he slammed my hips into him, and I lost it. “Oo, Kareem.Got-god-damn!”
“Where is my fucking money!” he gritted as he was going to pound town on me.
I didn’t know whether to moan or respond. I could feel him trying to ground himself as he didn’t let up on stroking me. The nigga swayed his hips to the side as he dug deep. My mouth opened wide and I belted a moan.
The sweat from his forehead landed on my stomach. “Porsha, if you stole my shit, I’m going to hurt you. Mm shit!”
He thrusted in me so good I came way faster than expected. I was expecting two pumps and a swirl, but Scooter knew exactly what he was doing. The nigga fucked me so good I was ready to make the nigga tacos. When we were done, I sat on the bed while he took a shower. I smiled widely as I waited for him to come out and serve me up another one of those jailhouse fucks.
When he came out of the bathroom, he stood in the doorway. He held no smile, yet a more serious face. “Porsha, you say you don’t have my money. That money was given to me for a fucking job. It was something I needed so that I could take care of my brother. You of all people know how I feel about my brother, so if you don’t have it, that means that nigga does.”
My smile slowly came down into a straight face. His eyes narrowed in on me before he went back into the bathroom and closed the door. Something told me he was going to ask me to be a part of whatever he had going on in his head, and that’s the last thing I wanted.
Fuck!
MONFUA
I had arrived at the Zoo on time. The rain had eased up somewhat, which was good because I had brought my bike, which seemed to be the same as the other guys', judging by their bikes, which were lined up near the entrance. When I stepped inside, everyone turned to face me. “What? You niggas staring like you got something to say,” I snapped.
Chill, we were all told to come, not just you.Peanut signed.
Instead of replying, I signed back.Were they talking about me before I arrived?
Before Peanut could respond, Chevy walked around in front of everybody. “We don’t do that shit in here,” he paused and turned to Peanut. “We respect each other. Peanut, if you got something to say, say that shit. Nobody is judging you.”
Peanut nodded. “Tha-tha-thanks, Chevy,” he stuttered.
Clap! Clap!
Chevy clapped so loud it echoed through the warehouse. I stepped closer to everyone when I saw Foe on the other end with his upper lip curled up. Chevy stood in the middle as we all circled him. The door swung open, and we all turned to see who it was. “Shit, my bad, Chev. I’m here,” Dio said. “That drive from the school ain’t no joke. Sup y’all. Fuck wrong with Foe?”
Chevy pointed at him, “Come here.”
Once Dio stepped into the circle, Chevy started, “Tonight we’re going to hash some shit out. The one thing I stand on is family. Before any of you niggas try to say something smart. When you’re raised without a family, it’s something you long for, and if you haven’t been in those shoes, yo ass bet not say shit.”
“Nah, for real,” Dio chimed in. “Ayo, why am I here? I could be laid up with my girl doing some—”
Chevy cut his eyes at Dio. “Nigga watch yo tone about my daughter.”
Zu laughed. “Chill nigga they’re grown.”
Chevy’s eyes landed on Foe, then on me. “It seems like some niggas don’t know what grown looks like, Foe, Monfua. You niggas out here fighting?”
I cleared my throat. “Man, I don’t have time for this shit. It’s not like you niggas respect us anyway.”
Chevy’s head snapped my way, “Who said that? Let me tell you a little about myself. I’m not a nigga that beats around the bush. If I didn’t want you around, you wouldn’t fucking me here. I don’tfuckwith niggas I think are lame, hence Soho.”
