Trickery by Noire Page B

girls,” he joked and bust out laughing. Then he reached over and tickled my feet with his big hand, making me giggle too.
    “Yeah, uh-huh. Remember, the walls are thin Trey, and you sure as hell knew that chick that night. Inside and out.”
    “Oh, you real funny,” he said, grinning. “But don’t worry about Debbie. Ain’t nothing going on between me and her no more.”
    I gave him the “niggah please” look.
    “What? You don’t believe me?”
    I shrugged. He was rubbing my feet in both his hands now, and I squirmed a little trying to ignore the sudden wave of heat that was being stoked up in me. “I’m not saying you’re lying . . . but I could tell that girl was really into you.”
    His eyes bore into mine as his sexy lips moved.
    “So you can tell all that,” he said, pressing his thumb into the arch of my foot and teasing me with small strokes, “but you still can’t tell when a man is really into you ?”
    A ball of fire flashed through me. I squirmed and squeezed my thighs tightly together. I didn’t wanna feel what Trey was making me feel. I loved it and I was damn near feening for it, but I didn’t want it.
    “Trey—” I said, “I’m just really tired.”
    He rubbed my feet once more lightly, and then he nodded and let them go.
    “I know you are,” he said quietly. “You’ve been through a whole lot, Juicy. And I ain’t talking about just today either.” He stood up, and I couldn’t stop my nasty eyes from zooming straight to the bulge that had formed in the front of his pants. “Come on,” he said, reaching for my hand. He pulled me easily to my feet and looked down at me. We were only inches apart and just his manly scent had every nerve in my body screaming.
    “You ready for bed?”
    I swallowed hard. His six-foot-six inch muscled-up body damn sure had me ready for something.
    I don’t know what came over me, or what the hell I was thinking, but I just stepped into him. I stepped straight up on him, crushing my titties to his chest as my arms went around him, and then his arms went around me too.
    I felt like a starving woman who had accidently stumbled into a food fest.
    Trey was all man as I pressed myself into his rocked up chest and felt the hardness of his thighs pressing against mine. I don’t know who went for it first, but I think we met halfway. His lips were on mine, and I opened my mouth to him. Our kisses were hot and greedy. You couldn’t tell who wanted it more. Who was loving it more. I melted in the middle as his tongue probed my mouth. He teased me with it, giving and taking at the same time, fucking me orally just the way I needed it.
    “Juicy,” he whispered, pulling away even as I was pushing forward and going in for more. “You ain’t ready for this, baby.”
    I knew he was tryna think about me but I was on fire. The only way he was gonna get me off him was if he poured a bucket of cold water over my head.
    I stood on my tiptoes and reached for him again. My arms wound around his neck as my nipples tingled against his chest. My hips started moving on their own, grinding on the boulder that stood out boldly from his groin.
    Trey cupped my ass with both hands and squeezed. He pulled me to him, letting me work my hips the way I wanted to. I almost came as I moved back and forth against his dick, scraping my clit on his hardness through our clothes.
    I found his lips and nipped the bottom one gently between my teeth. I sucked it the way a baby sucked a nee-nee, with my eyes rolling back in my head as I inhaled the scent of sweet strawberries on his breath.
    Somehow we ended up on the couch.
    For somebody whose woman thang was supposed to be dead, my poor panties were soaking wet. It was shameless the way I threw one leg over the back of the sofa and invited him in. Trey lowered himself on top of me, his tongue never leaving my mouth.
    He grinded into me, his hardness trying to penetrate me through my jeans. I threw my pussy up at him. We were humping like