Slick (Hellacious 2)
J. Hali Steele
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Copyright ©2014 J. Hali Steele
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Hellacious wasn't a thought that came to mind as Slick watched Wick observe the group of women doing yoga in the park's sandlot. His oldest brother was in a foul mood.
"At times she's all up in my head like a fucking London fog, thick, cloying, but I can't get to her." Wick shook his head. "Then there are the times I freefall into her psyche as if I tumbled from the sky without a parachute, and hell's sake, my cock roars to attention."
"I really don't give a shit about your cock, Wick."
Wick grunted. "Where's Sly?"
"Where he always is, stuck up Wave's ass." Slick gazed past Wick to the group and sighed. "I'm jealous as hell of the fucker."
"Not me. He's pussy-whipped and I'm never going there."
"Jealousy is an ugly monster, my sons."
Slick jerked around, surprised as hell his mother had crept up on them.
"I do not creep, Slick."
"Oil and water didn't mix again, huh?" Wick peered at their mother, Josette. "How do you deal with loving the devil?"
Satan was not an easy man to live with. Hearing a burst of laughter, Wick twisted back to the women. "Looky, looky, Slick."
Slick watched the new arrival take off her sweatshirt, then carefully fold and lay it beside the pile of clothing and wraps already strewn about. He'd joined his brother at the park because Wick wanted to keep his eye on the nurse he'd had the run-in with at the club, but Slick never expected her to show up.
"I can't watch this," he groaned.
The woman from the club, the one whose legs he had spent a glorious hour between in an SUV, the one he desperately wanted... Yet he'd given her boyfriend the key to her heart... and her pussy. Damn it. Last thing he needed was to watch her bend, stretch, and sweat. Her scent already reached his nostrils. Any more and his dick could double as a flagpole. "What. An. Ass."
His brother laughed. "And it's free now."
"Easy, man. I was going to tell you." Slick wondered, only briefly, why his older brother glanced at their mother. "You wished he was gone, right?" Wick shrugged. "Maybe he's dead. Do you really give a shit?"
Slick glared at his older brother. "Yeah, like when Hell froze over you would tell me. Bastard, what did you do?" The sand shifted beneath his feet, grew icy-cold, causing him to levitate a few inches. "Fuck me." Uttering the words "Hell froze over" would keep his father's walls glacier-thick with ice for a few hours.
Genuine laughter bubbled from his mother's lips, evidence she liked what her baby boy had done. "I'm borrowing your brother, and please, don't irritate your father, Slick. I left him rather happy."
"That'll be short-lived." Wicked stared at Josette hard.
"Wick, don't be cynical. We must go." She twisted toward Slick. "Enjoy yourself, baby."
He barely heard her as he ogled the woman touching her toes. "Aww, shit!"
He let his feet touch the sand before looking at his mother. "Uh-huh, goodbye."
His mother touched his shoulder. "Look at me."
"Unless you want to see me with a raging hard-on, go already." Slick hadn't been with anyone for a long time and he felt as if he could come just watching the woman he'd wanted for a long time now. Wicked laughed and vanished into thin air, but his mother remained. What the fuck! "Mom?" Slick finally gained enough control over his cock to pay attention.
"Things aren't always what they seem."
"Yeah, yeah, right." He didn't want to let the brown-skinned beauty out of sight for long. Shit, if she bent over again, he would come in his pants. "I got it."
"Sometimes love must be lost before it can be found again."
If he didn't listen to Josette, she wouldn't leave. "Who's thinking about love? I'm looking to..." Hell's sake, this was his mother. "I understand, and I'll see you later." He had no idea what she had been saying. Figuring she'd leave, he pivoted back to the yoga group and forgot all about her.
This time he zeroed in on the woman's luscious tits and envisioned taut nipples in his mouth. Squeezing his cock through the thick denim material, he moaned when he felt drops of cum ease from the slit. "Ahh, stay like that, sweetheart, stay right there." In his mind, Slick moved behind her, pulled her bottoms down, grabbed a handful of thick, brown hair, and slipped his big, hard cock right into her moist cunt.