Hittin' the Bricks: An Urban Erotic Tale (8 page)

Eva pulled a long string of hot cheese from her pizza
and chewed on it. Even though her neighborhood was crime ridden and seeped in poverty, she loved Harlem. She loved the sounds and the pulse of the place. The hustle and the bustle, the pimps and the playas, and the flava of a group of die- hard survivors who truly lived in a New York state of mind.

It was hot, and Alex was busy sucking on a Blow Pop and shaking her cute hips as hard as she could. She was the type of fun-loving chick who kept a whole posse of niggahs on a long string, and she was always looking for another guy to hook with her charms so she could have him buying her jewelry and eating out of her hand.

“Don't look now,” she side- mouthed to Eva with a grin on her face. “But dude up there in the KG jersey is checking you out.” Alex giggled. “Fine mothafucka! I wonder can he fuck.”

“Who?” Eva stopped chewing and looked around. “What dude?”

Alex sighed. “Dude up the block. I told your ass not to look.”

Eva peered around. “You mean you can see way up the damn block and tell which niggah is looking at me?”

Alex raised her eyebrow and gave her girl a crazy look. “You mean you can't?” She shook her red curls and slipped her hands into her back pockets as her jelly ass rolled. “That's why you ain't got nobody and you ain't getting no dick, Eva. Shit, I can tell if a dude is scoping me from ten miles back. And I ain't bullshitting!”

Eva shrugged. Men checked her out all the time and most of them wanted to get with her. But she was choosey with her game. She liked to get her nasty on, but not with any old cat who wanted to bang her. But Alex was right, though. The guy in the KG jersey had left his customers standing there and come from behind his curbside table and was now standing in the middle of the sidewalk with his eyes locked on hers.

He was cute as hell and he looked kinda familiar too. It took Eva a minute to place him, but with all them damn bootleg CDs and DVDs flying off his table it didn't take her too long.

She turned to Alex and shrugged. “Girl, that's that dude, remember? The guy who took my picture. We was supposed to hook up with him at
Shakez
one night.” Just mentioning the night of India's murder sent vivid memories flooding through Eva's mind and they were painful as fuck. She'd been kinda digging the dude and she had been planning to go check out his flow game on that fateful night.

O'boy musta remembered her too, because he had a big- ass grin on his face as she approached, like they was old friends or something.

“‘Sup, pretty lady,” he said, stepping to Eva and giving her a happy look as she walked by. “I think I know you. I'm Ice Mello. Remember me? I ain't seen you around for a minute now. How you been?”

Eva had looked into his pretty eyes and remembered exactly why he'd caught her attention the last time she'd seen him. He was just too damn fine, and he had a build on him that made a chick wanna see him butt- naked.

“Good,” she said, her offhanded tone covering up the fact that just his brilliant smile had her wide open. “I been pretty straight. What about you?”

Mello laughed. “I don't know, girl. You had a brotha feelin’ kinda rejected when you didn't call me. I ain't used to that ‘cause I really wanted to see you again. You know, give you that picture I took. Maybe get a chance to take you out and let you enjoy yourself, ya know?”

Alex had stopped walking right along with Eva. She stood there with her hands deep in her back pockets as she checked Mello out from his tight braids down to his fresh sneakers. “I
remember you too,” she said with a devilish glint in her eyes, then she bust out laughing.

“Nah, for real though,” Alex giggled. “My girl is kinda shy, that's why she didn't call you before. But I been working on her conversation skills and a lotta shit has happened since then. Trust, if you give her ya digits one more time, I promise she'll give you a call.”

Eva had always known Alex was wild and off the charts, but Mello looked real surprised in the face as her freckle- cheeked girlfriend did something that just fucked her head up.

“While ya bullshittin’,” Alex said, nodding toward the cell phone that was clipped to Mello's hip. “You ain't even gotta wait for her to call. I'ma bless you with her digits right now, baby. That way you can hit her up yourself.”

B
efore Eva knew it, her and Mello were hanging hard. Movies, lunch dates, and long walks in the park—Mello treated Eva like she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Eva tried not to play him close but she had to admit that she was feeling him just as much as he seemed to be feeling her.

Mello mighta sold CDs for Daddy Dre at Bricks, but he was a man of many talents and he was responsible for taking all the club pictures at Bricks for cats who wanted to flex with their honeys or throw up gang signs with their manz. Eva was even more impressed when she learned that Mello had parlayed his photography hobby into an even sweeter little part- time grind. For the past two years he had been working as a photographer for an urban clothing line called Birthday Cake, and when he told Eva his boss was looking for a new model and that he'd already recommended her for the job, Eva knew without a doubt that God had sent this man into her life for a reason.

“You think I can get a job like that?” Eva had asked, jumping up and down just like an excited little kid. “You think they'll like me?”

Mello had laughed and took her by the shoulders, turning her around so he could look at her ass.

“Do you know what kinda measurements you packing back there, baby girl? Anybody ever told you your waist- to- ass ratio? It's phat, baby. Deliciously phat.”

Eva was floored. A man like Mello, who could love her like this? All she could do was thank God.

But nobody was perfect, and even though Mello had admitted to her that he used to be a trap boy slinging crack out on the corner, he had come to his senses early enough to get out of the drug game without causing any static. He told Eva that in high school he was a star basketball player and he took good care of his body. It wasn't that he didn't have the heart for the street hustle, he just didn't like what he saw drugs doing to the people in his own community. Mello said he didn't understand how anybody could pay money to put poison in their own bodies, and he said his conscience had fucked with him so hard that he had never slept through a whole night in peace the entire time he was out there slinging rock on the streets.

Eva's blood had gone cold hearing about Mello's past history selling drugs, but she forced herself not to hold it against him. He had been young back then and doing what he had to do to survive. She knew all about shit like that because she'd done shit just to survive too. And besides, he didn't owe her no explanations for nothing he was into before he met her.

That was then, and this was right now. The Ice Mello of today was everything she could have asked for in a man. Strong, hardworking, and a cat who commanded respect on the streets. He was known to be good with his hands, and the
kind of hardbody Harlem boy who would scrap for his, pop a niggah off for his, do whatever it took for his. As a result, a whole lotta fools stayed outta Mello's range. He was a real cool dude who helped old people and loved kids, but who could also nut up on a niggah and go gorilla with the best of them.

But Mello had a real tender side too. A side that he didn't show to many people, and Eva felt special as he began to show it to her. He had sworn to her that he didn't have no babies or no baby mamas lurking in the alley waiting to jump out and ambush Eva's ass. Eva thought Mello would make a bomb father, though. Not a typical baby- daddy but a real father. She wished her son could have been born to a man like Mello, if only fate would have been kinder to her and worked things out that way, the three of them could have been living like a real family.

So, with Fiyah locked up and Alex picking up singing gigs like crazy, Eva was grateful to have Mello in her life. She liked being with him and listening to his dreams of owning his own business one day and getting both of them outta Harlem. Mello's moms had died when he was sixteen, and although he had a little bit of raggedy family members scattered around, he had been hustling on the streets and earning his own way ever since.

Mello was a big kid who liked to discover all kinds of new things, and in a way, so was Eva. They went to movies and museums and fantasized about all their future dreams. They also discovered how to please each other in the sheets, and in his arms Eva learned to let go of her past demons and enjoy what she was being blessed with at the moment. Mello was a deep, but tender lover. He put his sex thang down on her in a way that was so hot and so perfect that Eva sometimes wanted to cry while he was up inside of her.

Eva's early introduction to sex had been so violent and traumatic. It had taken her a long time to convince herself that the tinglings that went on between her legs were actually good and not bad. Because of what she'd been through she had naturally associated sex with fear and shame, but she'd come out of it slowly and was finally able to enjoy her adult body without relating it to her childhood sins.

She had damn near blacked out the first time she saw Mello naked. They had gone to a movie, and afterward Mello had invited her to his room to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

Eva might have been beautiful, but she wasn't a spoiled diva. She looked for the size of the heart in a man instead of the thickness of his wallet. She knew Mello probably made good bank taking photos and selling his products on 125th Street, but she didn't care if he fed her lobster or if they just drank lemonade. Where some females woulda got swole behind a dude inviting them to a jelly sandwich, Eva got excited.

Both of them laughed while they ate in Mello's room, which was really more like a studio. It was clean and well organized, and Eva felt honored that he had allowed her to come up into his personal space.

They sat on his red leather sofa and kissed in front of the plasma TV. Mello had kept his hands to himself, letting his lips and tongue feel Eva out to see how much of him she wanted. It wasn't long before Eva let him know that she wanted it all. Breaking their embrace, she stood up and slowly began to unbutton her shirt. She took her time coming out of it. She wanted him to see exactly what she had to offer, and she didn't want him to miss a damn thing.

Her bright yellow bra came off next, and Mello's eyes grew lidded as he gazed at her naked, majestic breasts. Eva had to squirm a little bit to get out of her jeans, but Mello didn't seem
to mind. Of course she added a few extra sexy gyrations in there that had him licking his lips in anticipation. Finally she stood before him in nothing except a bright yellow thong. Her gorgeous brown curves were extra tantalizing. Mello was speechless as she peeled that off too, stepping out of it and leaving it there on the floor.

Mello had torn off his clothes in a fraction of the time it had taken Eva to get out of hers. It was her turn to be struck speechless by the perfectly sculpted man who stood naked and erect before her. Mello had a body that looked like it came out of a men's fitness magazine. His chest bulged with natural muscle and his arms were thick and strong. Eva's gaze had fallen to his tight, tapered waist. She stared at all that brilliant dick muscle that lay flat up against his pretty stomach, touching his navel, and sighed.

Just looking at him was enough to make Eva cum. They'd gotten freaky as fuck that night. Mello was one of them strong-backed brothas who could mash that shit up all night long. He'd licked Eva's tight brown body from the birthmark under her chin down to the tiny mole on her stomach. His lips had crawled over her breasts and gently sucked her nipples until Eva arched her back and felt cream dripping from her slit.

She had lain there panting like an old lady, but Mello was just getting started. He had tickled that sweet spot she had behind her knee, then lapped at the sweat that had beaded under her right breast. His breath hit her skin in short, hot bursts. Eva had moaned as he bent her knees and slid her legs back in the shape of an M. Her pussy was throbbing and leaking so bad she could smell her juices as they boiled between her legs.

Cupping her ass in his big strong hands, Mello had nestled down between her legs. Eva remembered freezing. Fear was crawling over her and sending her temperature down to a bitter
cold zone.
He's gonna see your track marks,
the wounded part of her mind told her. She'd made sure to put makeup on her arms and legs, but it didn't make sense to mess up her panties with all that brown gunk.
He's gonna know what kind of person you really are.

Mello musta noticed that something about her had changed, because he looked up at her with a concerned look on his face. “We can stop if you want to, baby. Just say the word. We ain't gotta do nothing. I'd be cool just holding you all night.”

Those few words, spoken in such sincerity and tenderness, were enough to get Eva's blood stoked again. She shook her head no, then blocked out that fearful voice that came back to haunt her every now and then. She lay back and spread her legs even wider for Mello. She gave up the pussy without reservation as he kissed and nuzzled her thighs. Before she knew it, she was arching her back. Urging him to get to that hot spot even faster. Mello massaged the entrance of her pussy with his tongue. Then he dove deep inside of her. Like he was trying to drown himself in her wet tunnel.

Eva's clit had swollen up big and fat. It throbbed and ached as he lathered her pussy up. She sighed with pleasure the moment his lips touched the most tender spot on her body. Eva's hips moved on their own as he sucked that clit into his mouth. He spread her pussy lips open wider and Eva almost fainted. She held on to his head as Mello licked her from the bottom to the top. His lips moving constantly as he devoured every drop of cum that slipped from her body.

It was the experience of a lifetime for Eva. She had never opened herself up like this to a man before. Her body trembled as it roared toward an explosion. She squirmed all over the bed as he tongue- fucked her with short, erotic strokes. Eva whimpered and cried. She never knew anything could feel this good.
And when she reached that peak and wrapped her legs around Mello's head, driving her hips toward the ceiling, she screamed his name. Over and over, until the last sparks of fire slowly subsided in the pit of her pussy, and the muscles in her legs and stomach felt squishy with exhaustion.