I Can Touch the Bottom (12 page)

Stackz felt it was getting warm. Feeling the need to take his shirt off, he got it over his head and sensed Ava moving toward him. He felt her soft hands touching his abs, then trailing down to his waistband. He wasted no time hanging his shirt up on a hanger. Instead, he tossed it on the king-size bed and flexed his chest so it was jumping up and down.

Ava made a pleasing moan while watching him showing off. “Boy, I think that is so fucking sexy. Do it again for me.”

Stackz smiled with a smirk and complied. “Like this?”

“Yeah, Stackz; just like that.”

Stackz took his shoes off next, setting them in the corner of the room out of the way.

“Dang, I see you coming all out of your clothes and whatnot. I need to get a little comfortable myself. I'll be right back.”

Stackz waited patiently for Ava to come out of the bathroom. He sat down on the bed and lay back on his elbows. After a short while, his bae returned. To his satisfaction, she blessed him by only having on a bra and panties. He'd seen her totally naked in the hallway of her house and had even held her nude body when she was struggling to get away, but this sight was so much different and alluring. Maybe it was the way the bra held her breasts close together and at full attention or the contour cut of the lace around her ass cheeks. Whatever it was, Stackz couldn't stop smiling as he was all in.

“Well, what you think?” she asked, spinning around for his approval.

Stackz shook his head and tried to resist jumping up and taking the pussy where she stood. “Trust me when I tell you, it's all good this way, ma; all good.”

Ava came and sat on the bed. Leaning backward, she rested her back against the headboard. The two talked about the things they like to do more in-depth than when they talked on the phone, but not like this; up close and definitely about to become personal.

As it seemed to be confession time, Ava told Stackz she liked to go out with her friends on weekends, drink strawberry daiquiris, and just enjoy life in general when she wasn't in school. Stackz, being nosey, asked her how she paid for her classes.

After pausing briefly, she replied, “If I tell you, you might think less of me.” She looked away as if what she did for a side hustle was in any way close to the madness that Stackz was off into.

“Look, I'm very open-minded, baby. Sometimes we do things in this crazy-ass life that we don't like to do, to better ourselves in the long run. Especially if we trying to make it out of the hood. You feel me? So keep it a hundred with me, and I'll do the same with you; today, tomorrow and always.” His speech put Ava at ease.

“Okay, bae. Well, you already know I work at the doctor's office, right?”

“Yeah . . .”

“Well, I kinda run scripts there; unauthorized scripts. I only try to hustle them when I have to pay for my studies or maybe some extra books.”

Stackz was quick to comply, not wanting to ruin the moment. “Okay, then. That ain't nothing major or something a guy like me can't handle. Like I just said, you gotta do what you gotta do in this world to get by.”

Ava smiled, letting her defensive guard back down in the dimly lit room, “Thank you, Stackz, for not looking at me sideways. I appreciate that; for real.”

“You mean the same way you could look at me after all the bullshit you know for a fact I done did? Dig this, Ava, I like what I see and what I'm hearing from you. You're smart and beautiful. Plus, I feel like I've known you for a long time; like I've met you before.”

“I know, right? Strangely enough, I feel the same way, believe it or not.” Out of nowhere, Ava changed the subject, feeling shit was getting too deep for what she truly had on her mind. “I know this is off track, but all night I've been admiring your lips. Can you kiss, Stackz?”

Making the first move after Ava brought the question up, Stackz sat facing her. “Come find out.” Reaching for her chin, he tilted her head up to meet his lips. Kissing slow and passionate, their tongues danced in and out of each other's mouth.

Stackz's dick bricked up in his jeans attempting to burst free of its denim imprisonment. He held Ava close and their skin touched each other's. Stackz felt Ava's body grow warmer by the minute in his arms. Her kiss was intoxicating, and he wanted more as she slowly broke from their embrace. “Ava, can I have you?”

Immediately, Ava replied with her eyes closed in a sexy, whispering voice, “You already had me; since day one.”

As she sat back, Stackz kept his eyes focused on hers. “Can I lay my head in your lap?”

Ava nodded, bringing his head down onto her lap. With lust in her heart, she began rubbing his thick, brushed waves. She slowly stoked his head in soft circular motions while tracing the outline of his face with her finger. Before Stackz knew what he was doing, he was biting her camel toe. Ava didn't stop him, even though she jumped. He kept at it, causing her to shiver from his biting and pulling at the material with his teeth.

* * *

Stackz's mind was shouting,
Nigga, fuck her good! Fuck her until she taps out!
With his head in her lap, he looked up at Ava and before he knew it, said in a low, deep, seductive tone. “Can I eat your pussy?”

Hearing the answer was a quick yes, Stackz leaned up, snatching Ava's body down the bed and flipped her over, all in one, strong-arm motion. He kissed the back of her neck and licked and sucked her earlobes. Ava's moans filled with excitement and anticipation turned him on. With the edge of the blanket balled up in her fist, pulling at them, Ava raised her ass tooted slightly up in the air as if begging Stackz to take her panties off. Moaning in a low tone, she wiggled her body around in a crawling motion, not going anywhere.

Stackz began slightly sweating, and his dick started to throb uncontrollably. Grabbing her by the ankles, he flipped her back over. Not being able to resist any longer, he finally eased Ava's panties down her legs. As they reached her painted pretty toes and feet, she opened her legs wide, allowing Stackz to finish taking the lace undergarment off. Tossing them to the chair on the side of the bed, he began massaging her feet, then her calves, then her thighs, until he reached her perfectly shaved kitty. As her body started to squirm, she turned her head, pressing the side of her face into the pillow.

Ava's moans had Stackz on edge. He was wanting to fuck her even more but knew it wasn't time. He knew he had to fuck her brains out, but not just yet; instead, he dry humped her, pressing his rock-hard manhood into her midsection so she could see what he was working with.

Stackz began to slip one finger, then two, inside of her hot, slippery, tight pussy. Ava's body jerked as he explored her inner sanctuary, and the wetness dripped from his touch. He slowly began licking and sucking the pussy juice that had run down her thigh to the back of her knees. Stackz made sure to lick both places as Ava shook with pleasure.

Using both his thumbs, Stackz parted her pussy wide, and began going to work. Opening his mouth wide, he unleashed his tongue deep into her shaven hole. He flicked his tongue up and down inside of her, tasting her wet walls. Ava attempted to run from Stackz, but he held her hips and continued eating her out. Focusing on Ava's clit, he stuck the tip of his tongue to it and started massaging it gently. After a few seconds of that, Ava was on the edge of the cliff and suddenly jumped off. Squirting come out of her tight little pussy into Stackz mouth, like the true freak he was, Stackz swallowed as much as we could while still sucking her pussy lips until she collapsed in ecstasy.

Stackz got up to wash his face. When he came back, he had a warm rag in his hand and placed it between Ava's legs. As he washed her up, she smiled.

“I get it now why bitches keep your name in their mouths,” she smirked, watching his every move. When he turned to go wet the rag once more, she noticed a huge tattoo across his back but couldn't make out what it said. “Hey, bae, what does that tat on your back say?”

Stackz return to the bedside, hot rag in hand. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he slightly lowered his head so Ava could take in all his jailhouse artwork. Rising up, with both of her soft hands, Ava ran them over the shoulder to shoulder black-colored words and read the words aloud: 100% GANGSTER.

“Every day,” Stackz proudly stood to his feet turning around to face his queen. “Every fucking day!”

“Oh, it's like that,” she smiled, knowing she finally had a real man ready to lead the way, not one of the suckers she'd been with in the past.

Stackz bent over, washing her cat once more. “Listen, Ava, want for nothing, ma, 'cause I got you. From this point on, no matter what jumps, I got you! We good!”

“Stackz, please don't get me twisted! I'm not a ho like my sister. I don't do this shit on the regular, I swear. I haven't been with a man in an entire year and hadn't wanted to until I met you. There's just something about you that I can't resist.”

“Baby girl, I'm feeling you just the same. I can't explain it with words either, but I can show you.” Throwing the wet rag onto the floor, Stackz climbed on top of Ava, positioning himself so he could enter her hot, wet pussy. Her mouth opened wide, her back slightly arched, and she looked as if she wanted to scream, and it wouldn't come out of her mouth as he slowly stabbed her with his dick. There was no feeling like the first time when a nigga slide dick up into new pussy. They both jointly wanted to remember the sensational feeling. Ava's pussy was just as tight as he thought it would be. And his dick was just as hard as she imagined. They both knew this night was just the beginning of something deeper than sex.

Stackz dropped Ava off at home early the next morning. They had been up all night fucking hard and confessing all their sins. Ava got out of the truck feeling as if her life had changed for the better. Walking up the stairs and into the house, she was on cloud nine. Flashing back at the blissful time she had out at the club and at the room with Stackz, Ava didn't believe things could get any better. She showered and lay in her bed. Closing her eyes, she was thankful it was the weekend. Because if it wasn't, she wouldn't be going to work or class the way Stackz had dicked her down. Not accustomed to the way he'd stretched her legs and pounded her cat, Ava need at least twenty-four hours to recover. Gripping her pussy tight, she thought about Stackz's touch as she fell asleep.

Ava was dreaming that Stackz was fucking her hard doggie style. Her pussy was wet and throbbing. She was on the verge of climaxing when she was awaked by her sister Leela.

“Bitch, wake up! Get up, Ava, wake up.” Leela was talking fast and loud, as if the house was on fire.

Ava snapped out of her wet dream and jumped out of the bed. Half asleep and sore, she was hotter than fish grease. “What the hell is wrong with you, girl? Why you up here fucking with me? Take your loud ass downstairs! You get on my damn nerves.” Ava rubbed the sleep out of the corner of her eyes, promising to lock the basement door that joined the two levels.

“Forget all that! Ava, what the hell happened last night at the club? I just saw on the news a shootout took place at Detroit Live while the club was letting out. Were you there? Who got shot? They said a girl got hit by a car fleeing the scene.” Leela bombarded her with question after question. “I know you was there, and I know you got the gossip. So what's the deal?”

“Look, you nosey bitch, I don't know what happen. We heard gunshots when we got to Jefferson Avenue, but ain't go back to see what jumped.” Ava yawned as the bed commanded her to lie back down. “This is the first I'm hearing about any of what you talking about.”

What Leela was really doing was covering her ass in case it came out that she told Rank and Mickey where Ava and Stackz would be last night. She knew Stackz and his brother, along with T. L., didn't play no games. And if she could keep her name from ringing with dirt and still avenge Devin's death, then why not try it? “Girl, I'm glad you okay. I was worried sick about you. What time did you get in? Did he give you some money?”

“Money? Girl, what the fuck you talking about? Why everything gotta be about money all the time with you? It's other things in the world besides money!”

Leela took two steps back, looking her sister up and down. “Oh yeah, like what?”

After they both laughed, Ava told her Stackz dropped her off a little after six this morning. Then she went on to tell Leela how good of a time he'd showed her and his entire crew. Ava lastly bragged to her how thirsty bitches were trying to get at Stackz and how he played them to the left.

Leela was low-key hating; wishing Ava had got shot and killed so she wouldn't have to deal with her any longer. Well, maybe not killed, but at least shot so she'd temporarily shut the fuck up with acting so stomach sick in love with Devin's killer.

“Well, I'm going back to sleep.” Ava fluffed her pillow ready to make it her BFF.

Leela, low key, was glad their fake conversation was over. No longer interested in hearing about how good of a time she had last night anyhow, she rubbed her stomach thinking about how much she wanted the man who murdered her baby daddy dead.
I swear I hate Stackz and this backstabbing bitch for riding with his ass! I guess blood don't trump dick these days!

* * *

Rank and Mickey were on the other side of town holed up in a bando. It was Mickey's grandmother house at one point but not anymore. It had been vacant for over three months now since the elderly woman lost it due to the taxes being delinquent. After the bank had boarded the single dwelling up, Mickey tore the wood barriers off the back of the house, reclaiming his family home. Needing a place to lie low at after the blotched shootout, this was the best place possible for them to be. They knew Stackz and his people would be on their trail, so staying on the East Side was out of the question.

Mickey had been thinking. Something about last night didn't seem right; didn't add up. He knew Leela was known to be grimy at times, and since Devin was gone, she really didn't have any true loyalty to him or Rank. Running down how he felt to Rank, he soon discovered he had been thinking the same exact thing. Leela was a snake. It just seemed so convenient to them both that Stackz would be waiting on them outside the club. Wasting no more time with speculation, Rank placed the call.

Leela answered her cell on the first ring, asking Rank right off rip, “Damn, what happened?”

Rank yelled into the phone, getting it real, “Bitch, you set us up! They was ready for us. That's what the fuck happened! Don't act stupid!”

“What the hell! Fuck outta here, nigga. No, I didn't set y'all up! Why the fuck would I do that dumb shit?”

“I dunno.
You
tell me why you'd do some ole ho shit like that! We over here both fucking wondering that! Please enlighten us!”

Leela was already heated with having to hear her sister's fairy-tale night with that wannabe hood Prince Charming and knew these busters wanna try to get on her head. Flat out, she wasn't trying to hear whatever they were claiming. “Listen, Rank, I want that punk that killed my baby daddy dead probably more than you and Mickey's good cosigning. I don't fuck with Stackz on no type of level, even though he giving my little sister the dick. So you can kill that dumb shit that's coming outta your mouth.”

Still rolling off the E-pills he'd taken a few hours back, Rank tried to make sense of what Leela was saying. It started to sound convincing to him . . . or maybe he was just high; he couldn't decide.

Mickey, also still buzzing as well, was in the background yelling out this and that. “Yo, she lying, bro. She rolling with them niggaz. You know how these bitches be out here; bitter as fuck. That probably ain't even my manz baby her ass claim she knocked up with.”

Leela was irritated that Mickey was trying to go on her and had her own set of lethal words to equally match his. “Listen, Rank, you can tell Devin's old hand puppet he can fall all the way back with moving that mouth of his. Tell him his puppet master is gone, so he can move around freely without the next nigga's hand up his ass telling him how to eat, shit, and sleep. Ole hating-ass bitch! Nigga just mad my sister ain't never wanna give him the pussy! Fuck him and fuck you too if y'all think I'd spit on Devin's memory like that!”

Rank was starting to get a massive headache. In between Leela and Mickey shouting in each of his ears, they had blown his high. Finally convinced she may be telling the truth, Rank begged Mickey to chill out. Then he told Leela he had to go handle some business and he'd be in touch in a few days. When Leela asked Rank where they were holding out at, he barked at her, telling her she didn't need to know all that, just in case he was wrong, then hung up the phone.

* * *

Stackz, Gee, and T. L. met up and talked about the next moves to be made. Stackz informed them to have everybody looking for Rank and Mickey. He wanted to deal with them quickly before shit got too out of hand to control that money can't make go away. He gave T. L. the green light to do what he does best.

T. L. was in a zone . . . finally being able to snap the chain Stackz had on him from killing up some shit. Stackz reminded them the money doesn't stop, so they don't stop getting it; still business as usual.