Hittin' the Bricks: An Urban Erotic Tale (12 page)

He kissed Eva long and deep, and when he released her she got off his lap and slid out of her bikini nice and slow.

Eva sat back on his lap and kissed him hard. His lips were soft as he opened his mouth and fed her some tongue. Eva took it, sucking it like she wanted to swallow it. His dick was rock hard and her body was calling out for him too.

Mello let his fingers skim her neck and her shoulders. They
tickled her naked back. They slid around front and covered her breasts, and just as Eva moaned he opened his mouth and tugged one of her nipples with his teeth.

She almost melted all over him. It felt so fuckin’ good! Chills ran through her body as he used his amazing technique to make the bud of her nipple grow even harder. Eva grinded her hips as she felt his dick digging between her legs. She rode that shit through his pants, humping shamelessly as her pussy dripped.

Mello stood up with her in his arms. He laid her gently down on the sofa and came up out of his clothes. Eva moaned as his dick leaped outta his pants. The Ice Man was fuckin’ hung. He held it in both hands as he walked toward her with a crooked grin on his face. He guided his dick toward Eva's full, luscious lips. She touched the head with her tongue and it was his turn to moan.

Eva wet his dick up inch by inch. She gently sucked the head, then nibbled on the underside. She had been planning to tease that dick for a little while, but his scent was so fuckin’ sexy that she lost her head and throated that whole shit at one time.

Mello gasped. His legs locked as he pumped into her mouth slowly. Eva let her throat go loose, like a trapdoor. He slid almost five of his eight inches over the wet satin of her tongue, and when the head collided with the back of her throat Mello shivered and whispered her name.

Eva felt pleasure waves boiling in her body. She loved sucking Mello's dick. She would have sucked it even if he didn't fuck her. It was just that thick and hard. Just that fuckin good. She felt his hands in her hair and took him deeper. Bobbing faster, she timed his strokes as he got up in that throat pussy and loved it.

“Uhhhhh,” Mello moaned and stuttered. His nut was
swirling around in his balls and racing toward the head of his dick like a tornado. His strokes became deeper and harder. His body broke out in a sweat and little gasps escaped his lips.

Eva prepared herself to drink long and deep. Mello always spurted plenty of hot seed, and nothing in the world tasted better to her. She milked his balls with love in her hands. She stroked the swollen vein that ran up the length of his dick. She felt his orgasm charging upward and she urged it outta him, hoping it was the best one he would ever have.

But then he flipped on her. He snatched his dick from her jaws and pushed her back on the couch. Grabbing her ass, he pushed her knees back to her chest. Right where he knew she liked them, and drilled his thick dick into her as hard and deep as he could.

Eva screamed in pleasure. Her nails raked across his strong, bucking back. Never had she felt anything so good. The sound of his balls beating up her ass turned her on to no end. She opened herself wider and tried to suck his dick up into her chest. He was pounding into her so good that her orgasm snuck her. Before she could hold back, it was right there. It tore another scream from her throat as Mello gripped her cheeks and slid his fat thumb inside her wet asshole. Eva felt another one coming over her. This one would be smaller, but just as fuckin’ good.

Mello felt her chocolate pussy clenching. She held her breath and he pressed down on her hips and fucked her even deeper. This time, when Eva came, he came with her. His thick, sticky cum filled up her pussy and the overflow spilled out on her ass. Mello and Eva locked their lips together. They muffled their cries inside each other's mouths until both of them could only whimper the other one's name.

When they were finished Eva lay panting against his chest.
Mello had given it to her exactly the way she wanted it, and she felt energized and ready to roll.

Mello stood up and yawned. His pants were around his ankles and his fat, pretty dick hung limp against his thigh. He picked up the towel she'd thrown on the floor earlier and wet it again in the sink. Eva stood there like a baby and let him wipe her neck, between her titties, and down her stomach. He tapped her thigh and she spread her legs wide. He cleaned her pussy and her ass, then rinsed the towel in the sink and started wiping down his chest.

Eva had just finished dressing when she felt her phone vibrate in her purse. She had missed a text message a few hours ago, probably while she was in front of the cameras. She looked at the number. She didn't recognize it, but once she read the message a smile came over her face.

“Hey baby,” she said to Mello, still grinning. “I know it's Friday and all, but let's do Bricks tonight. My cousin Fiyah sent me a text. He got outta Rikers today. He's never been inside Bricks. You think you can get some laminates or put him on the VIP list so we can hang out?”

Mello grinned. Eva had told Mello all about her cousin. Mello understood that they were close and Eva loved him like he was her brother. Mello was even cool when on all those long Saturdays that he wanted to chill with her, Eva had to go make a visit with Fiyah on Rikers instead.

“He's out? Cool! That's what's up, baby. Yeah, we can swing by Bricks. It's reggaeton night so I won't be on the mic, but I'll still go. Besides, I heard ill Nino might be in the house, and I wanna meet him.”

“I know. I ran into Reem the other day and he told me. That's why I wanna get Fiyah in there. Reem wants ill to meet him.”

Mello nodded. “Cool. I wanna meet that ill cat too, but I

gotta do some editing first. I'll tell Speedy or Gita to leave you a couple of laminates at the door. You go ‘head with your cousin and I'll catch up with y all there later on.”

Eva was hyped. She picked up her jacket from a chair and got her purse. Then she leaned over and kissed Mello on his lips. “Love me?”

“Hell yeah. You know I do.”

“I love you too,” she said, then kissed him again and bounced.

E
va had gone halfway down the block before she saw him. He was leaning on a parked car, grinning at her.

“Hey chica! Whassup, you so hot now you iggin’ your own cousin?”

Fiyah's arms were open and Eva jumped right into them.

“What you doin’ here?!” she screamed. Fiyah's hair was curly and he was so damned cute. Eva kissed him all over his cheeks, leaving lipstick marks on his face. “You look good in street clothes, man!”

He stepped back and eyed her. “Nah, you the one who's looking good, baby,” he said, checking out her hot designer mini- dress and all the matching accessories she'd gotten courtesy of the modeling agency. Eva knew she looked real different to him. Because of her job she no longer wore clothes from 125th Street. Her hair was pure butter, done by a professional stylist, and if you didn't know better you would swear she was the perfect picture of the Upper East Side.

“Dayyyyyum!” Fiyah couldn't take his eyes off her. “Evita, your shit is tight. Good thing you didn't wear no shit like this on none of your visits out on The Rock. There woulda been all kinds of clowns clocking for you then.”

She laughed. “Boy, why would I get dressed up to ride that nasty prison bus? And I don't give a damn about impressing nobody on Rikers. Forget that joint. You're home now, Fiyah.” Eva hugged him again. “All that shit is in the past. Come on,” she said, looping her arm through his. Gimme a walk. I gotta go drop off some proofs.”

They walked down the street together talking about things Fiyah had missed while he was gone. Eva still felt guilty about getting her cousin locked up, and she was truly glad that shit was over. It seemed like Fiyah had survived it okay and that was a big relief to her. Eva could never have forgiven herself if something had happened to him on the inside just because she'd put him there.

“You been by the house yet?” she asked.

Fiyah nodded, then sighed. “Yeah. I went there. I ate lunch with Rosita and my mother. That shit was a trip, man. My moms seems like she got an attitude with me about something.”

Eva shook her head. Milena had talked about Fiyah like a dog the whole time he was locked up and hadn't gone to see him once. She was still on that money tip, the same one she'd been on before he got locked up. Milena had really struggled to keep food in their stomachs when she got off drugs, and she didn't respect no man unless he was giving up the bank, not even her son. She thought Fiyah's big- time dreams of a career in music was a big- time load of bullshit, and she wanted him to put some money where his mic was.

Eva shrugged her shoulders. Things were different with her aunt these days. Eva figured she musta found a new boyfriend or something, because Milena had been spending a lot of time in her room with the door locked. Eva usually got home late, but a couple of times she thought she heard a man's deep voice coming from her aunt's room. And once Eva could have sworn
she heard moans and fuck screams in the middle of the night. A few minutes later Milena's bed was creaking and rocking so hard that there was no way somebody wasn't in there tearing her pussy up. Shit, her aunt was still young and she had a pretty face and a real nice body. Why shouldn't she be getting herself some dick if that's what she wanted?

But Eva wasn't about to tell Fiyah none of that. “I don't know what's up,” she said. “I leave early and get home late. I miss out on a whole lotta shit. Especially with Rosa. Your moms is good to take care of her for me the way she does.”

“She don't do it just for you, Eva. She does it because she loves Rosa. She loved India too. We all did.”

Eva nodded because he was right.

“So,” Fiyah said, like he wanted to lighten up the mood. “Shit is finally about to happen for me, ya know. I got a lotta stuff that's coming together, Eva.”

“Oh yeah?” Eva said. “Like what?”

“Like a lot of stuff. You know when I was locked up I stayed scribbling the whole time, man, the whole time. I got like, a whole album's worth of shit that I wrote while I was in there.”

“That's what's up, Fiyah. You wanna spit some of that fire at Bricks tonight?”

He looked surprised. “At Bricks? What you know about that club, Evita?”

“I don't know a whole lot,” she admitted. “But I know it's hot. My friend has a table on 125th Street. He sells CDs and DVDs for the guys who run shit in the record shop in the front of Bricks.”

Fiyah shook his head. “Nah, I'm straight. I should prolly stay away from that joint. Besides, I went to see my parole officer before I came down here. That fool gave me a ten o'clock curfew on the weekends. I can't do nothing with that.”

Eva frowned, disappointed. “All right. I was just asking because tonight is reggaeton night and I wanted to get you in there.”

“Reggaeton night?”

“You been gone for a minute, cuz. Reem is hooked up tight over in Bricks these days.”

“Reem Raw?”

“Yeah. Reem from Brooklyn. He got signed to a major label right after you got knocked. Anyway, they got a new jack set going on the weekends now in Bricks, and Reem hosts it. Saturdays are for new rap artists, and Fridays are for reggaeton. I heard ill Nino might blow in from Miami too, so it should be hot.”

“ill Nino? Bottom Half Boyz, ill Nino?”

Eva nodded. “Yep. Reem just cut an album with him and told me they're looking to tour a new artist. Somebody fresh to warm the mic up for their opening act. I think Reem tossed out your name.”

“ill Nino knows about me?”

Eva laughed. “He don't know every damn thing. Reem probably didn't wanna scare him.”

Fiyah kissed her on the cheek. “I guess today is my damn day.”

“Hell yeah,” she said. “I guess so.”

They had only walked a few more steps when Fiyah fucked Eva up.

“Know what? It's your day too, Evita.”

“Oh yeah?”

Fiyah stopped and turned toward her. “Yeah. Look, you heard of that dude they call King Brody?”

Eva nodded. That dude had a rep on the streets of Harlem, and from what she'd heard he was shady and pyscho. Brody
had gotten outta jail about a month ago. He was a big drug lord who made crazy bank on the illegal CD operation that was run out of Bricks's record shop. It hadn't slowed down at all while he was on lock, neither, and once he got back home he picked up right where he left off, running shit again. Mello didn't like the cat and that meant Eva didn't like his ass neither. Brody was into bogarting and pushing up on rivals for their drugs and their jewels, and Mello said he had a XXX video operation going on in some kind of bunkers behind the club.

“Well I got to know him on The Rock. He's running shit at Bricks and he's got mad connections in the music game too, yo. Your friend might can get you in the door, but Brody can get me put on wax. Shit's about to happen for both of us, Evita.”

Eva's whole chest got swole. “You running with Brody? That drug- slanging bastard? You musta bumped your fuckin’ head on Rikers, cuz. You sounding real stupid right now, for real.”

Fiyah looked swole too. He grabbed her arm.

“Yo, what's up with all that disrespect, Eva? There was a time you woulda been happy to have me runnin’ with a cat like Brody. I remember a time when you ran after cats like him yourself. You used to be out there dippin in their pockets and sneaking out their fuckin’ windows.”

That was a low blow. It hit Eva right in the groin where she used to shoot her drugs. She was ready to curse Fiyah the fuck out, but she forced herself to chill.

“That was back then, Fuego. This is now. I was a kid back then. Today, I'm grown. Times have changed.”

He shook his head. “Nah, baby. I just gave up almost a year outta my life for you. Times gone change when I say they change.”

Eva gave him a crazy look. He was her cousin, not her fuckin’ man.

“Yeah, whatever, Fiyah. You can go on with all that noise. You roll up talking all that ‘ me- me- me’ yang. As usual you ain't thinking about nobody but yourself.”

He shrugged and a set look came down on his face. “Look, Eva. Your shit is set up lovely. You been out here living phat and warm. I'm the one who was on the inside dealing with the cold, grimy shit. Now, my man Brody is feeling you. He seen you on a visit and he wants to get to know you a little bit. I ain't askin you to do nothing crazy. I just need you to get with the program for a little while, that's all. Spending a few minutes with a big willie ain't gonna kill you.”