Hot Boyz (8 page)

“My husband is,” Mercedes replied.

Mènage smiled at the couple and exited the stage as another dancer, wearing a rhinestone outfit that looked like dental floss, began bumping and grinding her way down the short runway.

“Girlfriend needs a little more meat on her bones,” Mason said, finishing off his juice.

Mercedes looked around the room. “Am I the only woman in here?”

“Tonight it looks like it. I thought we’d have a more private area.”

“Let’s go Mason. It’s time I gave you your own private dance.” Mercedes put her Prada purse under her arm and stood up.

Mason agreed. “We’re out,” he said as some of the men glanced their way.

They exited quietly and stood in line for their car.

Mercedes noticed a bright flash. “What was that?” she asked as the valet brought Mason’s Porsche around. Mason held the door open for her.

Mason commented. “Some damn paparazzi thinking he’s slick. I saw that light bulb go off.”

Later that evening, Mercedes was still stuck on the thought of the flashing camera. “Baby, doesn’t that bother you. I mean anywhere but at a strip club.”

“You know I don’t go anywhere I don’t want to be seen. And there is nothing wrong with being seen with my wife.”

“Okay then. If you say so.”

“I say so.” Mason pressed the CD remote and the song “You Sure Love to Ball” by Marvin Gaye played on the surround sound stereo in Mason and Mercedes’s bedroom.

Mason sang along, “Pretty little sexy mamma, you sure love to ball.” He watched his thick, curvy wife work her round hips in a sexy circle while he sat on the end of the bed. She removed her sheer lace lavender robe exposing her nudity and threw it on top of the round brass bedpost. She worked her moves with ease, almost as though she’d learned a few moves watching Mènage, the strip expert.

Mason sang again, “Turn around, I’ll love you night and day.” He started to grab her and she backed away, doing a half turn move of her own, ending up with her ass to his face. “You’re my foxy lady,” he sang along with Marvin as though singing a duet.

Mercedes lowered her body, putting her hands on her knees and stuck her butt out, gyrating it in Mason’s face. “Damn, that must be jelly because jam don’t shake like that,” he said. “That’s just the way I like it.” Mason could not contain himself. “Now you know I’m an ass man, baby. Don’t be so mean. Show ’em what you’re working with.” He grabbed her around her waist and pulled her down as he lay on his back. She turned over and then sat up,
gazing into his brown eyes as the next cut from the Bedroom Ballads CD started to play “It’s All Right” by Chante Moore.

Mercedes felt Mason’s warm skin against her round, wide buttocks and rubbed herself against his pubic area back and forth, accompanied by his hands on her rear end to assist the grind. She threw her arms into the air, closed her eyes and sang, “Hello my love, before the sun rises, after it goes down, I love ya, I love ya, I say it over and over again, I love ya, hey, hey, hey. Relax your mind, we can be free together, take our time.”

She silenced herself as she felt Mason’s finger exploring deep inside her moist walls while she straddled him and rubbed her P-bone on his hardness.

“Oh, I’m going to take my time all right,” Mason said, moving in syncopation with his wife.

After his wetness test, she said, “But I’d say I’m ready for you now, baby. What do you say?” She lowered her torso down to meet her husband’s upper body, exacting their chests nipple to nipple.

“No, I think you need some more lubrication,” Mason suggested in a low tone.

“Like what?”

“Sit on my face, Cedes. Move on up here so I can taste you.”

“Oh, baby, now you know what that does to me.”

“Come on. Bring that leg on up over my shoulder,” he urged.

Mercedes raised her body upward and straddled Mason’s face with her shaven cha-cha that always smelled of baby oil. She looked down between her smoldering legs and could only see his eyes—closed shut. She felt his mouth, warm and wet, accompanied by his long, strong tongue, protruding inside of her and licking her opening.

“Mason, wait. For some reason, I can’t take this tonight.”

Mason did not reply. He placed his hands on each of her butt cheeks and pushed her middle deeper into his face. Mercedes grabbed the headboard with tight-gripped palms to steady her body and her mind. Her legs began to quiver but she still tried to grind along with his expertise.

“Uuhhhmh, Mason,” she groaned through the shivering lips of
her mouth, silenced by the sensation rushing to her tiny point as he flicked her pearl.

Mason pulled his head back to adjust the pillow under his neck and then returned to pleasing his wife. Her licked her diamond and then sucked it, feeling her shudder and then moved down to her hole. He stopped to ask, “You liked Mènage, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” Mercedes responded.

“Show me how much you liked her. I’ll bet she’d do a better job at this than me.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Mercedes said, while Mason resumed his shenanigans against her opening.

Mercedes turned to catch her own reflection in the dresser mirror. All she could see was her own plump, dark brown ass, pumping away at Mason’s face. She imagined one of Mason’s male employees under her, licking her into freak mode, and Mènage sucking his penis at the same time. Her thrust increased as she watched the massive hands squeezing her mahogany backside. She positioned herself more securely and pumped deeper and deeper into her fantasy. She closed her eyes and her moans grew in volume and intensity.

Mason ate it like a vulture, moaning in reply to her ability to escape and enjoy. He moaned, “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” to accompany her desires. As he sucked her through her orgasm, Mercedes squeezed her throb into his mouth with force and held onto the headboard again for dear life, lightly banging it against the wall with each forward motion until her wave subsided. She wiped her forehead with her wrist and backed away from Mason’s face to expose his full-on smile.

Her man felt proud of himself. Proud for pleasing his wife and proud for knowing after all these years, he still knew how to hit the spot.

“Do you think the kids heard us?” asked Mercedes, suddenly returning back to the present.

“I don’t think so. You kept it down pretty well. Besides, they’re on the other side of this dang-goned house, woman.”

Mercedes carefully slipped down onto Mason’s stiffness, still
reeling from the strain of her flexed leg muscles, allowing her hot, post orgasm walls to take him in. She closed her eyes again. This time, “My First Love” by Tamia was accompanying their heated vibes for each other.

Mason closed his eyes as well and let her go to work. She leaned down flat upon his chest and rode him like a black pony. Mason moved her up to allow her nipples to fall into his open mouth, while sliding his tongue across her fullness and licking her tawny colored areola. She felt him growing and growing, knowing this throb meant it was about to happen. She lowered herself slightly to find his lips, exchanging tongue with wide-opened mouths. His wand protruded and widened with an increasing motion just as she released herself from their kiss. She sat up straight and took on his full enjoyment, giving steady, full up and down motion to welcome his juices, hearing her own rear flap against his thighs.

Mason was silent, almost holding his breath through his discharge as she then felt him gradually decrease in size. She laid on top of his chest, placing her head along his neck. They fell asleep in that position for an hour or so until Mason turned her over and tucked her in. He turned his back to her and gave in to his relaxation, joining her slumber and satisfaction as if in heaven.

Early the next morning, Mason heard the loud, starding ring of a telephone in his mind. He answered it, yanking it from its cradle, only to have the continuous ringing persist. Mercedes picked it up as he continued to sleep.

“Hello,” Mercedes said with a frog in her throat.

“Hi, Mercedes. Sorry to wake you. It’s Cicely. Can I talk to Mason, please?”

“He’s sleeping,” Mercedes said, squinting her eyes from the light of day.

“This late?” Cicely asked.

“Yes, this late.”

Mason snapped out of his sleep. “Who is that, baby?”

Mercedes covered the phone with her hand, “It’s Cicely.”

“I’ll take it.”

She spoke to Cicely. “Hold on one minute.” Mercedes covered the phone again. “Are you sure?”

“I’m cool.”

Mercedes handed him the phone, looking back at him as she tossed the silk sheets from her legs and headed toward the bathroom.

He sounded half dead. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Late night, huh?”

“You could say that,” Mason said, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m glad you had a minute to enjoy yourself because you need to leave again on Monday morning. One of the new investors wants to get together with us in Atlanta to discuss the new club.”

“Sorry, but you’re on your own. I’m out of here tomorrow night.”

Cicely asked, “Where are you going?”

“To the tournament in Orlando. I’ll be back next week.”

Cicely seemed irritated. “Well, how am I supposed to know what to say to them? I’ll just call and reschedule.”

“No, don’t do that. I’ve been trying to get him to book a date for a month now. You go ahead and handle this meeting. I’ll try to be available via conference call by then. You can do it.”

“Mason, I do not want to blow it.”

Mason assured her. “I have full trust in you. Go on to the meeting and handle it yourself, Cicely.”

“Yes, but I don’t know anything about the business plan or the site itself.”

“I’ll show you all of that stuff before I leave. Are you going to be around today?” Mason asked.

“I’ll be here until late afternoon. Heidi and I are going to a party this evening and I don’t think I’ll be around tomorrow. I have to go over to the club and go over some receipts.”

“I’ll come by later. Just sit tight,” he said, slumping back down into the comfort of the old mattress.

“I’ll be here. And I want you to know that if I still feel insecure about this meeting, I’m not going to do it. I do not want to be the reason why if this deal falls through.”

“See you in a little while,” Mason said. He reached over to hang up the phone.

Mercedes reentered the bedroom wearing her long robe, tied at the waist. Her hair was brushed back, tied in a bun again. She proceeded to the bedroom door and prepared to exit.

“Hey, why don’t you get back in bed for a little while?”

“Not when you obviously have things to do soon. I don’t want to get too comfortable.”

“Cedes, I won’t be long.”

“Well, good. I’ll just get started on some breakfast then. You’d better get going. Maybe you can spare a little time with Rashaad or Star today. After all, it is Saturday, and I can’t remember the last time you were home on a Saturday.” Mercedes exited the room and shut the door behind her with a slight bit of force.

Mason stared at the closed door for a second and then turned to his side and began to doze, breathing deeper and deeper into a snore within seconds as though he had no need to get up for the rest of the day.

“Where’s Daddy going?” Star asked, peeking through the plantation shutters in the kitchen. “Isn’t he going to eat breakfast?”

“He has a meeting this morning, baby. He’ll be back.” Mercedes looked in the direction of Mattie near the stove. “Mamma,” she yelled in a panic as Mattie walked toward the pan of frying bacon, prepared to place her hand along the side.

Mattie jumped and started stuttering. “I—I—I’m just going to add a little water to these grits.”

“Mamma, it’s okay. This is a hot skillet full of frying, hot bacon. You’ll burn yourself,” Mercedes said, using her body to shield Mat-tie’s vision from the stove.

Mattie began to walk to the table, taking short, choppy steps in her bare feet. “Oh, there you go again, never letting me help you. Always trying to keep me from doing what I like to do, like driving.”

“Mamma, sit down. You know they revoked your license when that cop saw you run that stop sign last year. Besides, isn’t it better now that I take you places? I’m like your very own personal driver,” Mercedes said, trying to make things seem brighter.

“Yippee,” Mattie replied sarcastically.

Star jumped in. “I feel you, Grammy. I don’t want Mom taking me everywhere I need to go either.”

Mercedes reacted, “Thanks a lot, Star. Then you don’t need a ride to that birthday party today?”

Star was nonchalant. “Actually, I do, but I can always call Asia’s mom and she can take us.”

“Stop trying to play it off. You need a ride and so does your grandma. I’ll take you both around twelve or so. Kinda like killing two birds with one stone.”

Mattie looked startled. “Who you gonna kill? I’ll bet you all can’t wait until I just fall over and get out of the way.”

“Grammy, don’t talk like that,” said Star. “You’re going to be around to see your great-grandchildren. That’s how long you’re going to live.”

“You’d better get started now then because I’m going to go get Jesse soon.”

“Star is only thirteen and she’s not starting soon. Anyway, here, you all come on and eat.” Mercedes placed the breakfast on the table. “Where is Rashaad?”