Free Betrayal by Noire Page B

She smirked and stepped carefully into the back row. The pleather seats were ripped and belching foam. She was straight disgusted as her feet sank into a thick pile of empty soda bottles, fast food wrappers, and all kinds of random trash that had been dumped on the floor and on top of the badly stained seat cushions too.
    Nooni rolled her eyes. Her stolen designer gear was about to be straight filthy and she shivered when she went to put on her seatbelt and saw how stained and nasty it was.
    Releasing the lever, she said fuck buckling up. She was so skeeved out she couldn’t even bring herself to sit all the way back, forget about letting the seatbelt touch her. She was about to climb her ass right back out the car, but then Bubbles pulled the front passenger seat upright and plopped down in it, grinning up in the driver’s face like he was pushing a Porsche.
    “Sup, baby?” the dude said to Bubbles as he pulled out into traffic. His seat was leaning back so far that Nooni felt like he was riding in the back with her.
    He glanced at Bubbles, then nodded at Nooni and flashed her a handsome, thuggish grin. “Hey, gorgeous. How you doin’ today?”
    Bubbles giggled. “Nooni, this is Truth. Truth, Nooni.”
    Nooni smirked again. “Yeah, we already met.”
    Truth glanced over his shoulder at her again. She’d looked damn good when he was buzzed in the club last night, but he was really seeing her now. His gray eyes roamed over her smooth brown skin, high, firm breasts, and the spread of her curvy thighs.
    “We sure did, and you still lookin’ fine, baby,” he grinned and nodded. “Real fine.”
    Truth turned the music up mad loud. He drove with one hand as he sparked up a blunt. He puffed on it a few times and then passed it to Bubbles. She took a couple of long tokes, then sent it to Nooni in the backseat.
    The trio rode around getting nice and lifted. Before long, Nooni felt herself relaxing. She took a deep breath and allowed herself to unwind. She even sat back in the grimy seat. And even though her feet had sunk ankle-deep in the pile of stanking trash, she was steady patting them to the music’s banging beat.
    It wasn’t long before Truth and Bubbles started getting it on in the front seat. Nooni puffed a fresh blunt as she watched Truth steer with one hand and unbuckle his belt with the other. Moments later, Bubbles had dipped her head in his lap. As Nooni watched, they rode down the busy streets of Harlem with Bubbles bobbing and slobbing on Truth’s long, yellow joint.
    After a while, the cush had Nooni high and horny too. Forgetting about her heartache over Maleek, she thought about how Truth’s big hands had felt rubbing all over her in the club while they were dancing, and she couldn’t help but stare jealously as her girl throated his thang like it was a sugary bomb pop. It was rock-hard and glistening wet with spit, and Truth moaned as he drove, palming Bubbles’ head with his free hand as he rotated his hips and fucked up into her mouth.
    It didn’t take him long to bust his nut. By the time Bubbles swallowed his load and was coating her swollen lips from a tube of cherry-red gloss, Truth was sliding her a yard that he’d peeled off a knot he’d taken outta his sock, and they were pulling up outside of a nightclub.
    “What’s this?” Nooni asked, peering out the dirt-caked window as Truth turned off the ignition and opened his door. “Where we going?”
    “This is my chill joint,” he replied smoothly. “They call it the G-Spot. Whattup? You was feeling that lil kiddie action over at T.C.’s Place last night, but you too young to handle a grown man’s club?”
    Nooni smirked as he moved his seat forward and she followed him out on the driver’s side. She stood up and made a show of wiggling her succulent ass around as she hiked up the waistband of her tight designer jeans. “I ain’t too young for a damn thing,” she said, eyeing Truth’s crotch. She was drooling for the cash in