Chapter 4 #2
She ain’t say shit. She just leaned in and pressed them big ass titties against my bare chest. Before I could even think straight, her hand slid up and started rubbin’ across my chest slow, like she already knew a nigga been tense all week and was tryna work that shit out of me.
That touch… yeah, that shit felt dangerous.
“’Nelle…” I said again, but my voice ain’t come out how I wanted. That shit came out low, rough, already gone.
Her fingers slid higher, then wrapped around the front of my neck tight enough to hold me here while she leaned in closer. Her chest pressed harder against mine, pushin’ me back into the headboard while her tongue dragged up my neck.
Man… A nigga folded.
Soon as her lips got on me, I lost all the control I was tryna hold on to. My hands moved on they own, slidin’ down and grippin’ all that soft ass, squeezin’ it firm, feelin’ it spill between my fingers.
Her hand dropped between us, slidin’ down my stomach and straight into my briefs. She pulled my dick out like she had all rights to it… all while her mouth stayed on my neck, suckin’ and draggin’ slow.
She lifted her hips just enough, reached down and lined me up with her pussy…
And dropped…
“Fuck…” I hissed, my head fallin’ back while my teeth sunk into my lip.
Her pussy swallowed me whole. It was wet as hell, warm as hell and tight as hell with them thick lips grippin’ my shit as soon as she started movin’.
She moved slow at first, rollin’ her hips, draggin’ herself up and down me, settin’ a pace I ain’t have no choice but to follow.
“Fuck, Renza…” she moaned, her grip tightenin’ on my neck while she worked me. “You been givin’ yo’ girl all this dick?”
I ain’t even answer right away.
My dick was too hard, her pussy too wet, and the way she was movin’ had my nuts tight as hell. I grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezin’ hard, draggin’ her back and forth on me, watchin’ how that shit moved while I felt every bit of her.
“This pussy…” I started, but my voice cut off. I couldn’t even finish that shit.
“This pussy been wantin’ you,” she whispered, grindin’ down on me, slow and hard. And that was it for me.
I slid my hand up her back, all the way to her neck, then into her hair, my grip tightenin’ until I had a fist full of it. I yanked her head back just enough to make her gasp, and that sound… that shit went straight through me.
“Roll the fuck over,” I muttered against her neck, my mouth movin’ all over her skin.
Soon as she flipped, I was on her.
I pushed my dick back inside her in one motion, droppin’ into that pussy deep, and my whole body tensed off that first stroke.
“Ahh… fuck…” I groaned, pressin’ into her while my hips started movin’.
She was wetter, and fuller. This pussy gripped me every time I pushed in, and my shit was throbbin’ hard as hell, like it ain’t even know how to calm down.
“Keep fuckin’ me like this, Renza,” she cried, reachin’ back, her fingers runnin’ through my waves, scratchin’ light.
“A’ight…” I breathed, pickin’ up my pace, pushin’ deeper and harder, lettin’ that rhythm take over.
Then, I heard my name.
It was faint at first, then louder.
“Renza! You cheatin’ muthafucka!”
Before I could even react, Sha’Nelle tightened her pussy around my dick and pulled me deeper inside her.
“Fuck that bitch… keep fuckin’ me,” she said, her voice low and reckless.
“Wha… what?” I muttered, tryna pull back, but her pussy held me here, tight and wet, not lettin’ a nigga go.
“Renza! I know you hear me!” Reni’s voice got louder.
“Renza… fuck her,” Sha’Nelle whispered, wrappin’ her legs tighter around my waist, lockin’ me in.
And then the shit got worse…
Her pussy got even wetter, and even tighter with that slick sound buildin’ every time I moved, and that feelin’ hit me hard as hell.
I couldn’t pull out. I ain’t even gon’ lie.
“I’m ’bout to cum!” I groaned, my voice deep and strained, my whole body tight while I chased that shit.
Reni was still yellin’, cussin’ me the fuck out.
But this pussy had me.
I was growlin’, thrustin’ and chasin’ that nut like a nigga ain’t have no sense left, and right when it hit—
Everything went black…
I opened my eyes, my breath heavy while I stared at the ceilin’. I was in my bed, alone and confused as hell.
The room was quiet, but my body was still tight, and buzzin’ from that shit like it really just happened. I blinked a few times, tryna catch up and figure out what the fuck just went on.
My body was still tight while I lay there tryna come back down, but my dick ain’t get the memo.
My shit was hard as hell, standin’ up heavy against my gray briefs and throbbin’ like it was still buried in some pussy.
The front of my damn drawers was soaked through, and dark, and sticky with the fabric damn near glued to me from how much I just let off.
I dragged a hand down my face, lettin’ out a low breath while I stared down at the shit, shakin’ my head.
“Aww, hell naw…” I muttered under my breath.
A nigga really just nutted in his sleep…
After that crazy ass dream I had of Sha’Nelle, I shook that shit off and got my day started.
I wasn’t about to sit around thinkin’ about it when I already knew how slippery that road could get if I let my mind wander too far.
I had been up for a minute already, handlin’ what needed to be handled. I took a long shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face, brushed my waves down real neat, and got dressed.
By the time I finally stepped out of my room, the house was movin’ like it always did. It was loud in its own way, but it was still familiar enough to settle me back into reality.
When I made it to the kitchen, the smell hit me before I even stepped all the way in.
Pluto was in here cookin’ like she ain’t have niggas who was paid to do it, and she wasn’t playin’ around either.
Pots was on the stove with heat comin’ up off everything, and she was movin’ around the kitchen like she had it down to a science.
This was her space, and nobody ever questioned it.
I walked up behind her and put my hand on her stomach, rubbin’ it a lil’ while I looked down at her. “Damn, you gettin’ big, lil’ mama.”
She turned her head just enough to look at me, already smilin’. “Boy, get your hand off me.”
I laughed low and kept my hand there anyway for a second longer. “You and Pressure don’t need no more kids until Prestyn and Kaylon get sent off to boot camp or some shit, ’cause them lil’ niggas bad as hell.”
She shook her head, but she was still smilin’. “Leave my babies alone.”
“I’m just sayin’,” I went on, leanin’ against the counter. “A nigga can’t even sit down in peace without one of them runnin’ through here like they late for somethin’.”
She laughed under her breath, then glanced over at me again. “You hungry?”
Then she paused and looked at me a lil’ harder before shakin’ her head.
“You know what? Never mind,” she added. “I’m not trying to make your plate and accidentally give Reni a heart attack.”
I let out a light breath through my nose, already knowin’ where that shit came from.
“Man, it ain’t even like that,” I said, pushin’ off the counter so I could face her better. “If Pressure ain’t trippin’, then we straight.”
“Exactly,” she said, noddin’. “So, I don’t know why it gotta be a thing. I’m not about to be in here watching everything I do when she around.”
“You don’t have to,” I told her, keepin’ my tone even.
She looked at me like she heard me, but that ain’t mean she agreed.
I tugged at my beard for a second, thinkin’ before I spoke again. “I still want y’all to get along, though. I’mma start bringin’ her around more and let that shit settle between y’all. Reni cool as hell, for real.”
Pluto raised an eyebrow at me. “Is ‘cool’ in the room with us?”
I couldn’t help the smile that came with that.
“Chill out. I’m serious,” I said. “She cool people. Y’all just ain’t got there yet. You know how y’all women be all territorial over a nigga.”
“That’s not on me,” she replied, turnin’ back to the stove. “I don’t have a problem with her. I just don’t like weird energy.”
“I get that,” I said, noddin’ slow. “I just want everybody straight. That’s it.”
She ain’t argue with me after that. She just kept cookin’, lettin’ that be what it was.
After a second, she spoke again, her tone lighter. “Toni and Kay’Lo are coming over again tonight. They talking about watching the game or whatever. You can bring her if you want.”
I nodded. “A’ight. That’s cool. We’ll be back.”
I stepped up and pulled her into a quick hug, squeezin’ her just enough to let her know it was love. “I’ll be back.”
“Be safe,” she said, already turnin’ back to the stove.
I left the kitchen and made my way out the house with my keys in hand, and my mind already shiftin’ to the rest of my day. Soon as I got in my whip, I fired that bitch up, cracked the windows, and lit a thick blunt before I even pulled off.
The music was already blastin’ with the bass hittin’ through the seats while I leaned back and let the smoke fill the car. That first pull settled me all the way in, and I let it out slow while I hit the road, headin’ toward Trill Hills. That’s where everything was.
By the time I pulled up to Trill Hills, the whole strip was alive the way it always was once the day started leanin’ into late afternoon.
This part of the island never really slept.
All the mom and pop spots was open, grills smokin’ out front, music spillin’ out the doors, and people movin’ up and down the strip like everybody had somewhere to be and nowhere to rush to at the same time.
You could get whatever you needed over here without even leavin’ the block.
We had food that had you doublin’ back for another plate, barbershops lined up next to nail techs and hair salons, liquor spots, corner stores, all of it sittin’ right here.
It was loud, it was busy, but it was regular. And that’s what made it Trill Hills.