Sugah & Spice (14 page)

             
“So what do you think about the meeting tonight? What’s up with Java? She has never shown any connection with any of the others, especially with what went down with the twins. I don’t know what’s going on.
And the way she embraced Sugah was profound.
Has Coff mentioned anything to you,” Mocha asked. She wanted to know what was up and if anyone would know, it would be Espresso.
They were best friends. She was sure they talked about everything, even her. But he didn’t say anything. Espresso
sat in the passenger seat admiring the beautiful woman driving his whip. He couldn’t concentrate. Because she was so short, her legs spread open when she drove
, and since he knew she didn’t like wearing undergarments, his dick got hard. H
e couldn’t help himself. He ran his hand up her right thigh feeling her body tense from his touch.
Mocha let out a light giggle because she was ticklish.
The sensation
he was se
nding through her body was driving
her wild. Her pussy was hotter than Louisiana hot sauce.

She looked over at him with lust in her eyes.
Espresso knew and loved that look. His dick was about to pop out of his pants. He adjusted himself for comfort.
“What are you doing? Didn’t you hear what I just said? Espresso, stop it,”
Mocha
said tr
ying to push his hand away
but it was too late, it had captured its’ prey. She didn’t like wearing any underwear
and he knew it. He was using that to his advantage.
Espresso only felt hot, wet fl
esh. He eased his fingers over her clit feeling it harden. She moaned.
He knew just how she liked to be touched and his fingers were playing her like a piano. He was stroking her
k
eys,
driving her mad. Mocha’s body began to shake a perfect melody.

             
His movements grew faster pushing her over the edge. She moved her hips grinding into his fingers. As he used his middle finger to fuck her, he used his thumb to rub her lovely pearl. “Stop it Espresso…oh shit baby, don’t stop! Oh shit…you bout to make me cum…faster, faster…Damn…I’m cumming!” Mocha let out a soft squeal of ecstasy. A horn blew bringing them back to reality. They nearly had a head-on collision. “Damn girl, watch the road shit! You tryna kill us,” Espresso said laughing. He knew it was his fault. She popped him on the arm and then eased his hand back between her legs.
She wasn’t done.
Espresso had something else in mind. He leaned over letting his head rest in her lap. Pushing her dress up over her small waist, he pulled her left hand
up
so it
rested on the side of the door
for better access. He used his tongue to kiss her inner thighs before making his way to her succulent lips. Mocha tried to stop him, but he ignored her. “Baby, we are almost to your house. Wait until we get inside. You
a
bout to make me have a damn wreck,” Mocha begged.

             
Espresso loved when she begged. That only made him want to torture her even more
,
he
completely ignored her
continu
ing
his oral assault on her lower lips. He used his tongue to part her pussy and commenced to licking, sucking and nibbling on her clit. Mocha’s juices soaked the leather seats making Espresso’s dick hard
er
than
rocket science.
By this time
,
Mocha had pulled the car over to the side of the road. She would get him back for the way he was doing her. “Oh, so you wanna play huh? Come on then, eat this pus
sy!
” Mocha lifted her ass off the seat and gave Espresso a mouthful.
She moved one leg over his head to rest on the dashboard, while bringing her other leg up to rest on the stirring wheel
, parting her legs like the letter V
.
“Come taste this good pussy,” she said pointing to the pinkness between her legs.
He loved when she talked dirty to him.
It drove him to do all kinds of things to her.

As he fucked her with his mouth, Mocha couldn’t stop bucking. She knocked the car out of gear a few times. They laughed, but never stopped their roadside assistance. Espresso
worked her pussy so good that when he looked up at her, he saw a single tear rolling down her cheek. But he wasn’t done. “Come over her and sit on this dick,” he demanded. He didn’t have to tell Mocha twice.
She loved when a man took control and told her what to do sexually. She was submissive in the bedroom, but that was as far as that went. “Boy, don’t threaten me with a good time,” she said already moving. Mocha
crossed over the seat. Espresso quickly eased his pants away exposing his huge erection. She loved his dick. It
was beautiful. She fought the urge to take it into her mouth, but she would have plenty of time for that once they got back to his house. She hovered over Espresso as he put on a condom.
They never fucked without protection. Neither one of them was ready to become parents, so that was understood before their little escapades started. Mocha couldn’t believe that they had been fuck-buddies
for nearly two years without any
one knowing. She just refused to allow her feelings to get too involved. She didn’t want to be hurt, and knowing how Espresso felt about Mya, she couldn’t chance it. What if that bitch came back? Then what?
And there was still a matter she had to deal with. Mocha had her own secret that needed to be dealt with, she just didn’t know how.
She shook those thoughts from her mind. There was a hard dick becking for her attention, and she was about to oblige. She slid
down on him. She moaned from
the
pleasure
of
pain.
Damn he had a big dick!

             
Espresso positioned her just where he wanted her. He was careful not to hurt her, but Mocha was already
finding her rhythm. She stirred him like coffee, and then got up on h
er
feet. He was able to thrash into her pussy when she was like that. “Is this what you wanted? You wanted this p
ussy now fuck it real good!” That
shit turned Espresso on. He held onto her hips bringing her down on his dick harder. She cursed, screamed and yelled, but he didn’t stop. Mocha loved riding his dick. She tried to move, but couldn’t. He held her just where
h
e wanted her, pleasing her pussy like his life depended on it.
She leaned back into the dashboard riding on his dick in slow motion.
The fact that Mocha was a petite woman, made fucking in his car easy. He was also able to pick her up and fuck her any way he wanted.
“Shit baby, you got some good pussy. This shit is gonna be the death on me,” Espresso said in between clenched teeth. He tried to focus not wanting to cum yet, but Mocha was making it hard for him with the way she was pouncing on his shit.

             
Mocha stared into his eyes. She saw the love lingering there, but closed her eyes. She spinned around on his dick to keep from looking into them again
,
she rode him as he gripped her b
r
easts tenderly. They synced together to perfection, never missing a beat. Faster, Espresso pumped. Harder, Mocha rode. They climaxed together. Espresso held her around the waist leaning into her back, placing a trail of kisses. She turned and leaned into his face brushing his lips with hers. Their kiss was magical, intense, one they had never experienced before with each other. They stayed that way for a few minutes until they saw blinking eyes behind them. “Fuck! You have got to be kidding me,” Espresso said pulling his pants up. Mocha fixed her dress and got back into the driver seat. Her ass was soaked from her own juices. She cursed under her breath.

             
A light tap of the window stopped them from laughing. Mocha let the window down. “Yes Officer, how may I help you,” she said. The officer could smell the aroma of sex hit him in the face and blushed. “Is there something wrong Ma’am?” Mocha fought hard to keep her expression at bay, but Espresso was playing in her pussy as she tried to talk with the officer. “No, my friend had a little too much to drink and I had to pull over to let him throw up. He isn’t well, Officer. I hope we didn’t break any laws,” Mocha pouted. Espresso rubbed her clit harder causing her breath
to
catch in her throat. She wasn’t able to speak. The vibrations soaring through her loins were electrifying.
She came harder than before. Was it the risk of being caught or the fact that the officer was standing just outside the door? Either way, she didn’t care.
The orgasm she had just experience was powerful than ever. She blinked several times to regain her focus. Now she knew firsthand what it meant to the term “seeing stars” when it came to sex.
When the officer used his flashlight to get a better look inside the car, Espresso quickly moved his hand. He licked her juices, and th
at
shit
drove Mocha beyond the point of no return. She couldn’t wait to get back to his house to suck and fuck the shit out of him for putting her in such an awkward situation. What if the officer asked them to step out of the car? Shit, he would then see her stained dress and all the juices
now flowing down her le
g, i
f she was
even
able to stand up straight.

             
“Dex, is that you,” the officer asked. Espresso was taken aback by someone referring to him by his birth name. No one called him that unless he was at work. He narrowed his eyes to adjust to the light and tried to make out th
e individual
w
ho
clearly knew him. “Oh snap, what the hell? Boy, where in the
hell you been? Roland…Roland Harris?
Is that you, man?” Mocha was con
fused. The two men
forgot all about her. “Yeah, man I haven’t seen you in ages. Are you okay
,
Dude? Your lady said you had too much to drink and had to pull over.” Espresso looked at Mocha. He hid his laughter. “Yeah, I’m good though. Thanks to my girl here. I live a few minutes from here so I should be fine. I just
ne
e
d
to get home, take a long, hot shower and get into bed,” he said looking intently at Mocha. She melted like a schoolgirl with a crush.

             
“Oh, okay. Well, be careful. It was nice seeing you again Dex. Maybe we can get together and catch up for old-time sake,”
Roland
said. Espresso doubted it, but said sure. He reached into the back pocket and retrieved one of his cards. “Here, call me. We can do lunch or go shoot some hoops.
I’ll make sure to tell Khalil that I ran into you.” The look on the officers’ face turned to stone at the mention
of
their friends’ name. Mocha noticed and she was certain that Espresso did too. “Okay you folks have a nice evening, now. Dex, get some rest and drink plenty of water. Ma’am,” Roland said tipping his hat, then turning to walk back towards his patrol car. He didn’t acknowledge the mention of Coffee’s name at all. Espresso knew he was messy in bringing it up, but he had other pressing matters on his mind, and being that Coffee and Roland never got along, he knew that gesture would free them sooner than later. 

             
When he and Mocha got to his house, before they could get inside good, they were all over each other. That night they fucked like never before, satisfying each other with extreme passion. A passion that neither one of them wanted to admit was radiating through them. Mocha couldn’t sleep that night thinking about the man she had at home and the one whose bed she was sleeping in. What was she going to do? Decisions, decisions, she thought. Espresso eased up behind her wrapping his arms around her. That night was the first night she had allowed her shield down, and accepted what her heart was telling her. She wanted to be loved, and who better to give you that love th
a
n her friend?
That night she and Espresso made love, hot, intense, passionate love, and she knew that things between them would never be the same.

Chapter
11

             
When Sugah got home, it was a little past nine at night. She changed clothes, washed her face and dialed the Blakemore residence. After being placed on hold a few minutes, her mother was finally on the phone. “Hey Mom,
how are you?”

“Hey Sweetheart, I’m wonderful.  How are you?”

“That’s good. I’m okay. A
re you having a fun time? I hope to see you tomorrow. I was calling to see if you w
ere
free for lunch. I have class until one
in the afternoon
,
but
maybe we can have a late lunch together, alone. I haven’t seen you in months and I truly miss you. I love you, Mommy.” Sugah couldn’t fight her tears anymore.