Behind the Hood (Behind the Lives) (27 page)

He grabbed her head. “How ‘bout you blow me, like last night.”

“Don’t, Tama,” she said, slapping his hands away. “I’m not normally like that. One of my friends gave me meth and it made me all hyper.”

“You talkin’ ‘bout P?”

Kelly nodded.

“Why’d ja take that shit for?”

“My friend thought I’d like it.”

“I won’t touch it. My mate Corey tried some and went nuts, clawing at his body like there were spiders on him.”

“It didn’t do that to me. It just made me horny as hell.”

Tama sniggered. “Maybe it does have its uses then.” He reached for her head again.

She dropped the ornament on the bed and batted his hands away. “Stop it! I wanna take it slower.”

Like that was going to happen. “Suck me or I’m leavin’.”

She touched him, her expression unsure. He grabbed her hand, moving it up and down his shaft.

“Do it!”

He felt her mouth envelop him, and groaned. Now this was what he’d expected, Kelly just needed some encouragement. He looked down at her. Man, he loved watching chicks blow him. Another moan escaped as she worked him. Blow jobs were great; he could last for ages without spoofing.

She moved to the head, her tongue flicking back and forth. He liked that, but it wasn’t enough.

“Deep throat me.”

She shook her head.

“Fucking tease.” He grabbed her head, forcing her to take all of him. She gagged and tried to pull back. He gripped onto her head tighter.

A sharp pain stabbed his right thigh. “Ow!” He let go. “What the shit wuz that?” He looked down at his leg, then at the ornament clutched in her left hand. Blood stained the broken wing.

Kelly jumped up and pushed him. “You were choking me!”

Tama snapped out of his surprise as he banged into the cabinet. What a bloody bitch. She was just as bad as her mate. He shoved her onto the bed. “Then don’t fuckin’ tease my cock! And why the hell didja stab me for? I didn’t hurt ya.”

“But you...” She flinched as he took a step closer. “I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean...” Her face bunched up like she was going to cry.

Tama smiled, excited by Kelly’s expression. He didn’t know why, but for some reason it always gave him the jollies if a chick looked scared. Better than any drug. And it wasn’t like she hurt him much; it was just a shock, nothing more than a pinprick.

His gaze lowered down her body. “How ‘bout I go down on you instead, cock tease.”

She wiped her eyes, and nodded.

He yanked down her jeans and Jess’s G-string, then thrust a finger inside.

“Hey.” She wriggled. “Not so rough.”

He sniffed his finger, then buried his face into her pussy. He was right about her being scrumdiddly-fucking-umptious. He bet Jess tasted just as sweet as Kelly, if not sweeter.

With his other hand he squeezed a nipple through Jess’s bra.

“Oh God,” she gasped.

Yeah, he was a fucking sex god alright. “Undo your bra,” he said, moving up over her.

She arched her back, and unhooked it. He grabbed the flimsy material and threw it to the side, then positioned his cock over her pussy.

“Condom!” she squealed.

He laughed. It always got them hyper when he did that. Bloody funny. Not like he’d stick it in there unsheathed anyway. He didn’t care about getting a chick pregnant, not his problem; it was the diseases that concerned him.

After pulling on a condom, he climbed onto her.

She yelped as he tried to push inside. “Tama, not so rough,” she cried.

Fuck, she was tight. Was she a virgin? Nah, she couldn’t be, she looked about twenty. He tried again, making her cry out.

Her face scrunched up. “Please, Tama. Slower.”

He pushed up onto his hands. “You’re actin’ like you haven’t had sex before.”

“I haven’t,” she said, looking embarrassed.

His eyes widened. “You’re fuckin’ kidding me?”

She shook her head.

Completely taken aback, he stared at her. He hadn’t expected that, especially since she’d acted like a slapper last night.

“Why do ya wanna do it with me then?” he asked. He wasn’t exactly the sensitive type, not someone he thought a virgin would want.

“You’re hot, and Stella said you went gentle on her. She liked it cos Zane’s always rough. Plus, I’m sick of Stella and Sasha always harassin’ me. They call me a lesbo cos I’m twenty-three and haven’t done it.”

Tama screwed up his face. What the fuck was she talking about? He wasn’t a pussy, why the hell would he have gone gentle for? “You sure you’re not mistakin’ me for someone else?”

“Yep, she described your tattoo. She also said you were stoned off your tree, and that you were a nasty arsehole, but it was still worth it.”

“What a bitch!”

Kelly laughed. “Yeah, Stella gets called that a lot.”

Outside car doors slammed. Tama snapped his head around. He jumped off the bed and peeked through the curtains. A turquoise Valiant was parked in the driveway.

“It’s probably my flatmates,” Kelly said.

Voices started up from the other end of the house. Tama looked down at his cock. Shit, worrying was making him soft. He fiddled with the condom. Someone banged on the door, causing him to jump.

“You in there, Kelly?” a girl asked.

“Yep, but I can’t come out.”

“Is someone with you?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re wasting your time with Kelly, hun. She doesn’t put out.” The girl sniggered. “Unless you’ve got tits.”

“Stella!” Kelly’s face reddened. “Will you let up?” She turned to Tama with a sour expression. “See what I mean? She harasses me constantly.”

Tama frowned. That chick’s voice sounded familiar.

“Yeah, whatever, chica,” Stella replied.

“Why you guys back so early?” Kelly asked.

“I didn’t wanna stay any longer. The girl next to me kept screaming her bloody head off every time she fell asleep. Anyway, I’ll leave ya to your lover.” Footsteps and laughter receded into the next room.

Tama climbed over Kelly, and slowly inched into her. He didn’t want her screaming with others in the house.

He grimaced as her nails dug into his shoulders. “Relax. I’ll take it easy.”

“But it hurts.”

“So do my shoulders. Let go.”

She dropped her hands and grabbed onto the duvet. Tama started back up again.
Shit, she was so damn tight she was squeezing the life out of his dick, and it was fuckin’ wonderful.
His shoulders tightened, straining to keep control. Ignoring her whimpers, he started to move in and out. Fuck, she felt great. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d banged a virgin.

“It hurts. I wanna stop,” Kelly said.

“Just lemme come first.”

“But it hurts,” she whimpered again, pushing at his hips.

Tama pulled partway out, then thrust hard, burying himself deep. Kelly squealed, and clamped onto his arse.

Oh God, that did it. With a few “Fuck, yeahs!” he came.

A loud whoop sounded from the next room. “About time, Kelly! Looks like I was wrong about you being a lesbo. But then again...” Stella’s laughter punctuated her words, “...you could still be bi.”

“Shut up, Stella!” Kelly shouted.

Sniggering, Tama withdrew and jumped off the bed. He pulled off the condom and dropped it into the bin. “I’m gonna take a shower,” he said, reaching for the door.

“You can’t go out there,” Kelly replied.

He rolled his eyes. Why were chicks so prissy about nudity? “Okay, I’ll put on some clothes.”

“It’s not that. Zane will shoot you.”

Tama stopped. “Eh? Why the fuck would your flatmate wanna shoot me for?”

“I told ja, he was pissed off that you rooted Stella. When he found out he went psycho and bashed her.”

Tama screwed up his face. “I don’t know what the fuck ya talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Well, Zane hates you, so just stay in my room—”

“Not when there’s a gun in the house. I’m outta here.” He pulled on his gruds.

“Don’t go. Can’t we just lie down and talk?”

“Talk?” he said, doing up his jeans. “What for?”

“Please, Tama...” She hesitated, watching as he tugged on his T. “If you stay I’ll suck you again.”

Only if you’re high,
he thought. “Not here.” He slipped on his hoodie and jacket. “But if ya want you can come with me.”

A smile lit up her face. “Okay.” She scrambled off the bed, and grabbed the bra and G-string.

Car doors slammed.

Tama went to the window and pulled back the curtains a fraction. Naf, Corey, and Mikey were climbing the front stairs. “What the hell are they doin’ here?”

“Who is it?”

“My mates and cuz.”

Tama opened the window and stuck his head out as Naf knocked on the front door. He waved his arms about, trying to get Mikey’s and Corey’s attention. Shit! He didn’t want to yell at them or the others inside would hear. Tama whistled. Both Mikey and Corey turned to look at him.

“Tama?” Corey said. “What’re ya...”

Tama put his finger to his mouth.

A loud, “What the fuck?” came from the lounge. Stella stepped onto the porch and looked his way, her expression furious. “Tama’s in the house!” she screamed.

“Oh fuck,” Tama said, recognising her.

Something crashed in the next room, followed by a male voice, “You fucker!”

“Get outta here!” Tama yelled at his mates. “He’s got a gun.”

Mikey and Corey jumped down the stairs, Naf following close behind.

“Kelly, block the door.” Tama climbed onto the window-ledge, and pushed himself through the small opening.

The handle jiggled then a loud thud came from the other side. “I’m gonna shoot ya, ya bastard,” the male shouted.

Kelly struggled against the door. “Stop it, Zane, you’re scaring me.”

Tama landed on the concrete, then fell onto his side as Stella threw herself at him. “Get offa me!” Pushing her away, he got to his feet and bolted for the car.

Zane shot out the front door. “Duck, Stella!”

Tama leapt into the back seat, and pulled the door shut just as a bullet hit the side of the car. “Go!” he yelled at Naf.

Another shot rang out as Naf reversed.

“Get outta here!” Corey screamed next to Tama.

Naf swung the car around and gunned the accelerator. A bullet went flying through Tama’s open window. Both Tama and Corey swore and ducked. The bullet exited out Corey’s closed window, leaving behind a hole and cracks. Naf picked up speed.

After a minute Tama sat up. “Shit, that wuz close.” He pushed the button to wind up the window, then gaped at the bullet hole in the door.

“You’re a mofucka, Tama,” Naf yelled. “You almost got us killed. And that psycho shot up my car.”

“It’s your bloody fault for turnin’ up,” Tama said, annoyed he was getting the blame. “Plus, I didn’t know the chick lived with that psycho.”

“Your cock’s gonna get us all killed one of these days,” Naf spat.

Mikey moaned from the front.

Naf glanced over at him. “What’s wrong—” His eyes widened. “Mikey’s been hit!”

“What?” Tama leaned through the seats. “Stop the car!”

Naf pulled over. Tama jumped out and yanked open the front door. Blood stained Mikey’s left hand.

“Oh shit.” Tama pulled off his jacket and hoodie. “Move your hand, Mikey.”

Mikey dropped it and moaned again, his left side covered in blood.