Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Neo

The coos of the night owl and chirping of crickets had become the kind of noises to put me to sleep. But for some reason tonight was not one such night. I tossed and turned as I lay on the bed in the room next to Neeky's room. Uncle had disappeared some time past twelve thirty and had not been seen since.

The night was warm, it being late May, so I was only dressed in a pair of shorts. The window was opened, and the sheets pushed to the side. On the bedside table was a pitcher of water which the ice had melted from, leaving a puddle on the wooden surface. From the streetlight that was shining through the window, I made out a lizard running across the far wall.

I'd tossed and turned for the better part of the last twenty minutes and I decided that was enough. I never considered myself a patient man, but twenty minutes was a tad too long. Frustrated, I pushed my feet off the bed and stood with my dick already bracing against the crotch of my shorts.

If someone had told me that I'd someday go crazy over a woman, I'd perhaps laugh them to scorn. I now understood why my father was the way he was. He was totally whipped for my mom who was a crazy ass woman. Neeky was just as crazy and drove me absolutely insane. I left my room and stalked down the passage.

Her door was ajar, and I pushed it open. Neeky was sitting on her bed, her back towards the door and seemed to be engrossed in something on her phone. As I moved towards the bed, she must have sensed my presence because she twisted her head in my direction and pulled the earbuds from her ears.

"What are you doing in my room?"

"You don't seem surprised," I countered. "Were you expecting me?"

"Of course not, the door makes a slight squeak when you push it open."

I moved closer. "What yuh doin'?"

"Non a yuh business."

I reached down and took the phone and her earbuds. The song Once Again was playing while Neeky's glassy eyes stared up at me. I put the phone down, concerned that she'd been crying. This threw me off as I'd never seen her this vulnerable before.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Sitting beside her, I pulled her into my arms.

With a push, she tried to wiggle away. "Nothing's wrong."

I didn't let go and held her closer. "Disconnect the buds, I wanna hear the song."

Let me know if we will ever meet again?

Now I'm standing here alone

And our destiny has passed me by(y)

Isn't it the dream that we can't wake up from

You have gone so far away, baby I can't just say, even once

That I love you

From deep inside my heart

Don't let me cry

"Baby, you know I love you, right?" I whispered, kissing her cheek.

"You have a funny way of showing it."

"Ha-ha, I can show you how much right now."

Neeky pushed me away and stood, breathing short. "That's all on your mind? Everything with you is sex!"

"What's wrong with that? Sex does make situations better." I stood and reached for her. "And when you're crazy about someone the way I am about you, what else matters?"

She stared at me for a moment in silence before talking. "One should learn to control himself. Not every situation calls for sex."

"I can see you don't feel the same way I do." I dropped my hand and stepped back. "I'll go back to my room. At least my hand doesn't have a problem with pleasuring me."

As I started to walk away, she reached for my hand. "I wasn't trying to upset you."

Pulling away from her, I widened the space between us. "I'm not upset. It is the way it is. I'm sure you'll find someone who you'd want to always be with, no matter what."

Her face twisted angrily. "Are you serious right now? You're breaking up with me?"

"What if I am, what you gonna do about it."

She stepped closer, shoving her index finger close to my nose. I could see it was one of her signature moves when angry. At least I was getting somewhere other than the coldness of earlier. I'd rather she be angry than indifferent.

"You listen and listen carefully. I'm your woman and you are my man. I'd be damn if I allow you to …"

I took her face between my hands and dipped my head. Our lips met in a searing kiss as I dipped my tongue into her sweet mouth, savoring the taste of toothpaste. That minty fresh taste was like wine to me, making me giddy. She pushed me away, breaking the kiss, only to be followed by a heavy slap on my cheek.

"You talk about breaking up again and you're dead meat!"

Before I could respond, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in, crushing my lips with hers. We tumbled towards the bed but missed, and my ass hit the rug. Neeky was on top where she took full advantage by sliding her hand into my shorts.

"Let's see whose hand does it better, you silly man." Gripping my dick, she gave it a tight squeeze.

"Ooh!" I groaned.

Pulling out my dick from the shorts, she cupped it while looking into my eyes. "Say it again."

"What yuh talkin' ‘bout woman?"

"About yuh hand pleasuring yuh?" she quipped. "Can it do this?"

She leaned down and kissed the tip of my cock, sending shockwaves into my balls. I could only moan and twine my fingers into her dreadlocks as she covered the tip with her warm lips.

Reaching down she took my balls, twining them through her fingers. My groin was on fire, and she continued to expertly caress me. She then curled her pointing finger around the base of my cock, squeezing it with slight pressure then pulling. I never knew such movements could be so hot.

Sliding her hand further down, she stuck her finger into my ass. By the time I recovered my shock, her warm lips enclosed my shaft, sliding gently up and down. This experience was new to me. While she sucked my dick, she fingered my ass. Oh, how it felt good.

The explosion took me suddenly as I squirted my juices into her mouth. She continued to suck me dry, swallowing every ounce of it.

When I thought she was done she started kissing me between my thighs, my balls and my dick. She trailed her hot tongue over my belly and up my torso while her fingers played with my washboards. She explored every crevice and corner of my body. She cherished me. Adored me. Every hair on my body stood on end. I was in heaven.

I was hard again, much harder than before. I flipped her over onto her back, pull down her shorts and spread her thighs.

"I want to taste, feel, and have you in every way," I murmured against her lips.

My fingers found her wet flesh while my tongue licked taut peaks. My tongue left trails of desire on her skin as I slid it down towards her belly.

I kissed her clit before sliding my tongue from back to front. Neeky jumped with a screech.

"Oh Godddd!"

I took her labia between my lips and gently sucked, then slid my tongue into her wet sticky pussy. I pulled it back out and wiped it over her clit. I sank my index and pointing fingers into her flesh feeling her warmth around them.

"Baby I just love the way you taste and the way you respond to me."

"Dang Neo, I can hardly breathe."

"Breathe for me Baby," I cooed.

"I cannot hold it anymore."

"Then come for me Baby, come for me now. I wanna drink every juice from your body."

She whined against my hand and my mouth, gripping the back of my head as she pushed her pelvis forward. Warm stickiness flooded my mouth as she clenched and unclenched around my fingers.

Her orgasm started with a few grunts then culminated into a piercing scream. I eased myself up and settled between her thighs as I stuck my hard dick into her.

Her screams subsided but she held on to me for dear life. As I lay a top her, I didn't move. We stayed like that for a while until I felt her whining beneath me. Our lips found each other. Our tongues entwined. Our bodies moved in unison.

This was it. This was a passion I wanted, the passion that we shared. I knew that this was it for me, that I would never find this kind of passion again. I loved this woman and I wanted more. I sincerely hoped she felt the same way too.

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Rusty Cock

"Whey yuh seh?" (What are you saying) Rusty demanded.

The forty-seven-year-old was five feet seven inches, with a rusty brown complexion and dreadlocks that reached his waist, although he was clean shaven. Their hideout was a partially completed three story house he captured from a man he used to serve.

Nathaniel was a youth when he murdered Antonique's parents. He joined the gang when he was twelve and quickly rose up the ranks to become a mercenary for the wealthy and powerful. Her parents weren't his first kill and by the time he was the sixteen-year-old, he'd become an expert. After a few years serving under the previous leader, he iced the man and took his place. Now he was the feared leader of the Point Blank Gang that carried out many of the crimes in the country. Their gang was enormous, however there was also talk of removing Rusty from power.

Rusty sat on a sofa with his legs crossed, a large spliff (weed cigar) between his fingers. His cutoff jeans displayed hairy legs and his t-shirt had the sleeves removed from the shoulder seams, revealing muscular arms. Rusty always had on a silver chain and three rings on his right middle fingers.

The room was sparce of furniture with only a sofa, a table, and a few chairs. In the several bedrooms in the house, mattresses were laid on the floor. The kitchen was the most used place as it had a fully stocked fridge – mostly water and beer – and fully functional appliances.

"Dem just disappear," one of Rusty's men relayed.

"How yuh mean, dem just disappear? Yuh wasn't following dem?"

The guy fidgeted. "Yes Bossy, but the police was on the road and I had to make a detour. By the time I get back to the route, dem gone."

Rusty stood, the spliff between his fingers, the tip of it red as ashes fell to the bare concrete floor. "Come here."

The man walked forward to stand before Rusty. "Yes Bossy."

Reaching up a hand, Rusty grabbed the man by the back of the neck. This guy was Five feet eleven inches, brawny, and bald. However, Rusty's strength was unmatched as he held the man's neck like a vice.

"Yuh useless piece a shit!" Rusty snarled, pulling the man's head down closer. "Yuh ‘fraid a police? How yuh must run from police? Police must run from yuh."

"Mi no ‘fraid Bossy, mi no ‘fraid."

"If I want anything done, I have to do it myself. Whey yuh a get paid fi do?"

With that he put out the cigar on the man's bare scalp then proceeded to punch him in the head with his ringed hand. Not satisfied, he punched until he saw blood oozing from the gashes on the man's scalp.

When he was content with his actions, he released the man. "Bomboclaat idiat!" (expletive akin to fucking idiot).