Hip Hop Heat (4 page)

When MC ROC finally stopped and pulled back, Lalana still couldn't catch her breath. She felt her lips pulsating, begging for more. Everything was so wet and throbbing, she didn't know what to do. Lalana managed to ease herself upright, and settled her eyes on a scene she could hardy believe.

MC ROC stood, inches from her, stroking his massive shaft and licking his lips as if he was still savoring her essence. His skin glistened in semi-darkness, each muscle all but dancing as he moved.

"Damn, Shorty, you got me all worked up. You look good as fuck too."

"What about good enough
to
fuck?" she asked breathlessly.

ROC smiled. He stopped rubbing himself and moved in closer. They stared at each other.

Then, as if handling fragile materials, he carefully lifted Lalana by her hips and adjusted himself between her widened thighs. The condom he stretched over his cock looked as though it might suffocate ROC's large member.

"You ready for me?" he asked, stroking himself again.

Lalana nodded. Then she sucked in a breath and braced herself. MC ROC moved his hips, pushing himself deeper and deeper. With each stroke she yelped and encouraged him to do more.

"Fuck me harder!" she yelled. "Right there, baby right there ROC, fuck me harder!"

A thin layer of perspiration appeared on his skin. ROC continued to move his hips, stroking her insides. As Lalana's eyes focused in on his, she felt the stiff power of his steel-like shaft. It was so hard; and at that moment, she decided, ROC's dick inside of her was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

Refusing to be outdone by his performance, Lalana used her muscles to grip ROC tightly. She had ultimate control over her pussy and loved to use its strength to render men useless. ROC's body jerked; but Lalana's hold didn't stop, or even slow, his movement.

She could feel the tension building just before a tingling sensation nipped at her senses. The more ROC's hips moved, the more she matched his strokes. He did it harder and faster, and she could feel the waves begin.

Lalana's body tensed. Her hips rose, and soon the floodgates opened.

Each time ROC thrust, Lalana felt the intensity grow. And like a volcano hissing with heat and steam, she warned, "I'm about to... I'm coming!"

If he heard her, he didn't let on. Instead, he kept at it, slamming her walls with sweet and targeted strokes.

"Damn, this shit is good," he panted, completely in the zone. He was working his hips, stroking her long and hard.

"Oh, ROC," she cried.

He moved faster, his face twisted in an ecstasy-induced grimace.

"God, ROC, I'm coming!" She clawed at his chest, and started sucking him about the neck and face. His pace never slowed. He kept working, moving and thrusting faster and harder.

Lalana was convinced the moment she felt herself quiver that the end was near. The subsequent spasm that shot through her body met with ROC's jerking muscles as he came. The feeling was heaven on earth. They collapsed together; he on top of her, truly satisfied.

"Damn, girl," he gasped.

Lalana struggled to hide the smile tickling the corners of her mouth. Was it possible that
she
had turned
him
out? It was good to know her performance had put something on his mind.

"What is this?" she asked as they lay in the magical afterglow.

"What's what?"

"This," she waved her hand around the room. "I mean, is it a party or something? I've just never been to anything like this before."

"Oh, yeah," ROC yawned. "It's just a lil' something; friends hooking up and shit, nothing serious."

Thoughts floated around in Lalana's mind. She knew her time with ROC was nothing more than a once-in-a-lifetime dream come true. She didn't know if he was single or seeing someone, but was sure he never wanted for female company. Was she just another groupie who had lucked out on a good thing?

Lalana convinced herself she could live with that. She wondered how many times had she given her heart, her all, thinking she and a man were exclusively working toward something serious — only to learn he was out banging anything that moved.

Not this time, she told herself. Lalana understood and accepted that sex meant nothing but a good time; and for once, she was down for a good time no matter how brief.

ROC draped his arm over Lalana's shoulder and held her as though they meant something to each another.

"You good, right?"

"Oh, uh-yeah, I'm real good," she answered. "I mean, you broke me off with that fierce tongue action, then went in for the kill. I've never been better."

"Cool, I'ma close my eyes for a hot sec. Then we gon' roll out, try to find something to get into later."

Lalana didn't dare close her eyes. She feared if she did, she might somehow come back to reality when they opened again. So Lalana watched ROC as he fell asleep, his chiseled chest slowly moving up and down.

It was close to three in the morning when Lalana and MC ROC finally left the orgy. Lalana had sucked him off again after his nap and was tempted to give him a little back-door action, but his constant phone calls derailed her plan. She told herself it was just as well — this was just their first night together. There were still more than 24 hours to go.

"You straight?" He asked as the Bentley whizzed north up the highway.

She smiled. Again, she had to push thoughts of Logan and his concern out of her mind. As he had held the car door open for Lalana and ROC, she could read the look on his face. For some strange reason, it ignited a small sense of guilt in her.

"Oh, yeah, I'm good," she said.

"You know what, I like you."

Lalana smiled back.

"Nah, for real. I mean you cool as hell, you don't complain, and your head job is on point!"

He wasn't telling Lalana anything she didn't already know. Unlike some women, she didn't have any issues with her sexuality. She enjoyed sex, loved to please a man, and took the task very seriously. She gave head for
his
pleasure, but unlike so many other women, she actually enjoyed giving oral sex more than she liked receiving it.

Lalana reveled in blowjobs because she saw them as challenges. She loved to see how much of a man she could fit in her mouth. Lalana had mastered the art, once a dick was nuzzled between her jaws, of producing enough wetness and friction to slop and swoosh a member just right.

Her finale was often a toss-up between stuffing a man's balls into her already-full mouth, or swallowing in a grand and dramatic way. Yes, she enjoyed giving head. And when she was with a man who knew how to appreciate a good blow job, it only made her work that much more pleasurable.

From his song "Henny and Head," Lalana knew for sure MC ROC put a lot of stake in a woman's head-giving skills. The track's lyrics went into explicit details about how soft, warm and wet a woman's mouth needed to be. ROC sang about the true champions who swallowed without as much as a second's hesitation.

Lalana felt herself grow star struck all over again as the Bentley drove into Malibu. She was delirious with joy. Malibu was the upscale Hamptons of the West Coast, especially during the summer. Glossy gossip magazines regularly featured photos of MC ROC sipping from diamond-encrusted glasses; other stories focused on how much jewelry he sported on a night out. ROC knew how to be extravagant; and he did it well. Lalana and her friends had until now only been as close to Malibu as those tabloid pages allowed. She planned to take detailed mental pictures.

Even at four in the morning, the atmosphere outside the car's windows was relaxing and comforting. She was nearly breathless when she stepped out of the Bentley and looked at the 11,000-square-foot Mediterranean-style beach house they had parked in front of.

All the houses on the block gave a new meaning to "curb appeal." Lalana was in awe as she walked quietly by ROC's side, each step moving her closer to an elusive world she had only dreamed about.

ROC looked at her. "Yeah, this is my home away from home," he said. "I knew I had to have it when the agent said its private location was Paparazzi-proof." He laughed.

Inside, the five-bedroom house was tastefully decorated with custom-made furniture, marble baths, and a beautiful chandelier in the entranceway.

"Lemme show you the master bedroom," ROC offered. He led Lalana through a narrow hall and into the room resembling a mini-apartment. A white leather sleigh bed stood prominently in the white-on-white master suite. Everything seemed surreal. Lalana envisioned the room being displayed on "MTV Cribs."

"We'll be kickin' it in here, so you can leave your stuff," ROC said. "I'm gonna call and order some breakfast. We can eat out on the deck if you want."

Lalana wanted to finish touring the house. She had no idea when she would have this kind of unprecedented access ever again.

As they passed several doors, Lalana stopped in front of a glass-enclosed room full of exercise equipment. ROC opened the door for them to step inside. Several decks outside the spa overlooked the ocean. To the left, steps extended down a cliff and led directly onto the beach.

"Wow," Lalana breathed.

Next stop on their tour of the three-story home was its massive kitchen, done entirely in stainless steel with floor-to-ceiling walls resembling steel panels. Countertops were made of silver and grey stones that matched a backsplash made of similarly colored glass cobble stones. An electric, ceramic glass cooktop rested in an island in the middle of the kitchen.

The rest of the house included ocean views in three of the bedrooms, and a double-sided marble and stone fireplace in the family room that matched perfectly the one in the master suite. Lalana imagined the different ways each room would lend itself to unusual positions for her to fuck ROC in.

"Wow!" she said again once they'd reached the house's largest ocean-front deck.

"Yeah, I like it out here," ROC answered. "It's where I come to chill, you know, clear my mind and shit."

"Man, I don't think I'd ever leave. How often do you come out here?"

ROC shook his head. He sighed, and stretched out on a lounge chair. "I'm on the road a lot, but I try to get out here as much as I can — 'specially during the summer, or at least when I'm not on tour. Last year, I had this bomb ass party out here. It was supposed to be small and private, but Paparazzi swarmed like bees to the hive 'cause you know hip-hop royalty came out in droves." ROC leaned back on the chair. "It was all good, 'til the neighbors freaked about the loud noise, blasting music, and the parking nightmare. The next day or so, the shit was splashed all over the tabloid pages. So I said I wasn't throwing any more get-togethers. I figured this would just be my hideout."

Lalana sat next to him, quietly listening and struggling to comprehend the glamorous life he described. When ROC finished talking the two sat together watching the sun rise.

Their closeness gave way to long and heated kisses. Soon Lalana felt a river flowing between her thighs. ROC's powerful hands traveled her body. It was seconds before two of his fingers slipped deep inside her.

Lalana released a moan as ROC continued to finger-fuck her, using his thumb to work her clit. Each time he entered and pulled out, a gush of her warm juices drenched his hand. She quickly became so swollen and sensitive that the slightest touch triggered even more wetness. Just as Lalana was ready to rip the rest of her own clothes from her body, the doorbell chimed.

ROC pulled back, licked his lips, and breathlessly announced: "Food's here."

Lalana chuckled to herself as she watched him struggle to adjust himself. He was hard. No matter how much he tried to adjust and readjust, there was no mistaking the condition ROC's cock was in.

"You think this shit is cute, huh?" He asked after realizing Lalana laughed as his expense.

"Whaaat?" she squealed, laughing harder.

"Yeah, wait 'til we eat. I'm gettin' in that ass," he promised.

Lalana licked her lips, "I was wondering how long it would take for you to turn up the heat."

ROC's eyebrows raised as he smiled; then he jogged back into the house to get the door. The breakfast was wheeled in on a linen-covered table set with china and silver.

"Where did the food come from?" Lalana asked, marveling at the spread.

"I have someone who looks after the place when I'm not here," ROC answered. "He takes care of stuff like that."

Lalana didn't say anything, but wondered what it would be like to have someone wait on her hand and foot. "So where is he now?" she asked as ROC lifted silver covers from their plates.

"He don't stay here, at least not when I'm here. He's close enough to get here when I need him. That's all that matters, right?"

Lalana smiled.

She and ROC feasted on Spanish omelettes, Belgian waffles, country potatoes with gravy, and two thick slabs of honey-cured ham.

"You one sexy sista," he said, his mouth full of food.

Lalana chuckled.

* * * *

"Wanna go for a walk along the beach?" ROC asked Lalana after breakfast. Lalana paused, stunned this hard-core rapper would display such a sensitive side.

ROC shrugged his shoulders. "We ain't gotta go if you don't want."

"No," Lalana answered quickly. "Of course I want to go."

"Let's roll then, 'cause don't think I forgot what I promised you."

"What? What you tell me?" she asked.

"That ass. It's mine, the second we get back. I just wanna walk off some of that food."

Lalana smiled. He hadn't forgotten.

"That cool with you?"

"Oh, yeah," she answered. "But I don't want you to wear yourself out on the beach, 'cause I plan to make you work for it this time."

ROC chuckled at her comment while the two walked off the deck and down the path leading to the beach. At the bottom of the stairs, Lalana pulled off her sandals and allowed her feet to sink into the warm sand.

"Aaaahhh, this feels so good," she exclaimed.

"Yeah, I usually go for a run early in the morning, to kick off my workout," ROC replied.

She knew that body of his required a serious regimen. "Well it's only right that you kick off this workout you're about to get when we get back," she teased.

"Oh, I see you got jokes, huh?"

With rays of sunlight peeking just above a line of semi-darkness, Lalana was completely enthralled with the enchantment of the beach. Early-morning dew clung to their skin as warm sand enveloped their feet with every step.

"This is amazing!" Lalana exclaimed. Lalana and ROC were the only two people on the beach. At one point, they strolled hand-in-hand. Lalana felt like pinching herself.

By the time they turned to make their way back to ROC's house, people had crowded the shores. Nothing could spoil Lalana's tranquility, however. She kept stopping herself from fantasizing about her time with ROC developing into something more. Wouldn't they have an interesting story to tell their grandchildren?

They returned to ROC's deck drenched in sweat. "That was nice," he commented.

"Yeah, it was. A nice shower is gonna be the icing on the cake."

"A nice shower, huh," he repeated with a devilish grin.