Family and Like Family
Cookie giggled as Tariq sniffed coke off the inside of her thigh, but her giggles turned to moans of passion when his lips wrapped around her clit. “Ooohh, baby, you know I loooovvve that,” she gushed.
Tariq cocked her legs up over his shoulders and cupped his hands under her ass. He ran his tongue around the length of her pussy, all the way to her asshole. Cookie squirmed and squealed with pleasure and delight.
The only thing Tariq liked better than killing was fucking and sniffing coke. Both gave him a rush that made him feel totally alive. The coke kept him as hard as a roll of quarters, giving him the ability to fuck all night.
Pushing her legs back until her toes touched the headboard, Tariq slid up balls deep in her already sloppy wet pussy and beat it like they had beef. Cookie couldn’t do anything but thrash her head from side to side, clawing at the sheets while he gave her a dicking down that always made her pussy squirt upon climax.
“Ta–Ta–Tariq, oh fuck, Tariq! That’s my spot!” she moaned.
Tariq began grinding that spot relentlessly, until her legs began to twitch and tremble.
“Damn this pussy good,” he grunted, loving the tightness of Cookie’s walls.
“I’m squirting!” she squealed, releasing her juices hard and direct.
Tariq kept stroking, unable to cum because of the coke stimulating his veins and pumping his heart a mile a minute.
After her third orgasm, Cookie begged him to slow down, looking over her shoulder at him. Unmerciful, he continued pounding her from the back.
“No more, daddy. No more!”
Tariq reluctantly slowed as Cookie collapsed on the bed.
“You tryin’ to kill a bitch or something,” she cracked, picking up the blunt in the ashtray and lighting it. “Here, you need to mellow out.”
Tariq sniffed the air. “Why this shit smell funny?”
Cookie shrugged and hit the blunt. “It’s got coke in it.”
“Coke? Oh hell no! I ain’t smoking that shit,” he replied, handing her back the blunt.
“Boy. It ain’t but the same shit you snortin’,” she reminded him, turning the blunt around. “Here, I’ma blow you a gun.”
“Naw, I’m good.”
She blew the smoke anyway. He turned his head, but he couldn’t lie though, the smell of the burning coke and the exotic smelled good together.
“Come on, baby, just one time,” she urged with a puff. “I’ll let you beat it ‘til it’s sore.”
Tariq looked at her. “One time?”
“One time.”
“A’ight . . . one time,” were his famous last words.
She blew the smoke into his mouth and he inhaled the coke–laced blunt. The mellow effect of the exotic and the tingling sizzle of the coke blended well and went straight to his brain, lighting up his neurons like Forty-Second Street in ’89. If sniffing coke was a rush, then smoking it was a blast . . .
A blast . . .
“Bangin’, ain’t it?” She smirked, reading his expression.
Before he could answer, someone rang his doorbell. He knew who it was, so he didn’t hesitate to throw on his pants and sneakers.
“Hurry back,” Cookie cooed, spreading her legs and opening her pussy lips. “She was ready to be punished.”
Tariq walked down the hall to the door, feeling like he was floating. “Yo,” he said when he got to the door.
“You already know,” Bas replied.
Tariq opened the door and Bass stepped in. “I thought you said an hour, unc?”
Bas chuckled. “Nigguh, it’s been an hour. Your girl must be over here.”
“She think she my girl. My girls are in my pocket,” Tariq shot back.
They both laughed.
“I know that’s right,” Bas remarked. He smelled the weed and the coke but didn’t say anything. “You ready?”
“Yeah, but yo, I still don’t understand,” Tariq replied.
Bas nodded. “I know it’s hard to wrap your head around it, but it is what it is, yo. It’s a dirty game.”
“Shit, I know that, but goddamn . . . Murk, B, and Smoke? They some of Pop’s most loyal soldiers.” Tariq shook his head.
Bas scowled. “Naw nephew, I’m one of your father’s most loyal soldiers. You one of your father’s most loyal soldiers. That’s who we count on, feel me? That’s why we gonna handle it.”
“And Alex, you can’t forget, unc,” Tariq added.
Bas smiled. “Naw . . . can’t forget Alex.” He knew Santiago hadn’t told Tariq the situation, so neither did he, nor did he tell him where he had just come from. Following his mother.
Bas had trailed her from the hair salon, her favorite alibi. She snaked through traffic, and he stayed right behind her. She headed straight to the Holiday Inn hotel on the outskirts of town. She parked. He parked around the building. As soon as she entered the room, he made the call.
“Unc, you hear me?” Tariq questioned.
Bas came back to the present. “Yeah.”
“I said, why don’t we wait ‘til Alex get back from ATL?”
Bas smiled. “Your father doesn’t want Alex to . . . get his hands dirty on this one, so it’s only me and you. That is, unless you scared,” Bas cracked, throwing a playful jab at Tariq.
“Fuck no! It’s just crazy, yo. Them nigguhs like family.”
Bas put his hand around his neck and replied, “Family and like family are two different things. Never mistake the two, nephew, because sometimes love ain’t enough.” Bas schooled him.
Tariq nodded. “No doubt.”
“A’ight, go get dressed. Let’s go handle our biz.”