LoVe GRoOvE Part 5 By Mychael Martell
Khalil and Lawrence were in a deep, passionate kiss when the limousine pulled up in front of the Wilshire Plaza Hotel. After his workout, Khalil and Lawrence had a steam bath together, followed by a hot and heavy petting session, a light dinner and a promise of a night of wild lovemaking at their favorite hotel, The Wilshire Plaza. Khalil was ready and couldn't wait until they got it on. He was so excited and horny that he didn't inquire about the whereabouts of Elijah and Marcellus beyond them being sent to handle some business matters for Lawrence. It just meant that there would be no interruptions.
Just as Khalil was opening the door of the limousine, Lawrence's cellphone rang and reluctantly he answered.
"Duke here?" Lawrence said. Ofcourse this was apart of his plan. It was Marcellus calling to let him know that they were outside of Tony Romero's house.
"Excellent....What?....Are you serious?...Well, do you need me there now, I mean I have plans....why can't you two handle this?...Damnit...Okay, yeah...Yeah I will be there but I don't want to be there long....Okay...Bye!" Lawrence hung up the phone and then turned to Khalil.
"Khalil, baby. Something has gone wrong and I have to handle it. I will be back in about an hour maybe two. Can you wait for me?"
"Lawrence," Khalil whined. "Where are you going?"
"Elijah and Marcellus need my help. Please understand. I would not go if it wasn't important and I will be right back."
"But Lawrence, I want you so bad." Khalil sighed as he rubbed Lawrence's hairy right arm.
" I know baby. Listen, Once I am done...I'm back to you and we will make love all night and into the morning."
Khalil smiled, faintly. "Okay, if you promise."
Lawrence leaned over and gave Khalil a kiss. " I promise. You go up and fix yourself a drink and relax...maybe even take a nap and when I get in...the fun will begin."
They kissed again for a long time before Lawrence finally rode away in the limo and Khalil made his way to their room. He was horny as hell and needed Lawrence now more than ever. He decided that he would do something that would blow his mind when he returned and he happily and hornily made his way into the hotel.
RJ was excited as hell and he could not wait to be in Jerome's arms, to feel him on him and in him. He bounded around his Hollywood apartment getting everything ready. He went into the kitchen and checked on the meal he was preparing for Jerome and then he went to the wet bar and checked his liquor stash. Martell cognac, Crown Royal, Hennessey...all present and accounted for. He checked each and every room of his apartment and made sure everything was perfect but the room he wanted to have beyond perfect was his bedroom. RJ stood in the threshold of the bedroom and scanned it so hard as if looking for one single, slight imperfection. His four poster California king bed was draped in black and red satin sheets and scented with a sweet yet masculine musk cologne. The heavy material curtains that were usually on the windows had been replaced by a light weight, sheer black material that would allow the star-filled, moonlit LA night sky to sip into the room and on the bed side tables, chest of drawers, armoire and window sills he had placed black and red candles that he would light right before they would go to bed to make love. It would be perfectly romantic and sensual and sexy.
RJ sighed and wondered when did all this happen? When did he start to lose his heart? He and Jerome had been friends for many years and during those years he never suspected that he was even down like that muchless that they would one day be together.
'Damn,' he thought. 'Together? When did that happen?' He smiled as he remembered the hot scene in Jerome's office with his receptionist within ear shot. He had not even gone there to get with him like that. He had just wanted to know what was up with Jerome and Lawrence Duke and Khalil. What he found out was that something was up with them and so far it was all damn good.
RJ looked at his watch. It was 8:00 and in one hour Jerome would be here. RJ loosened his dreadlocks from the ponytail he had them tied in and began removing his shirt, exposing his nicely muscled chest with his two week old nipple ring in his right nipple. He would take a shower...no...he would soak in a hot bath and use the scented bath gel and get himself right...just right for his man. He smiled as he headed off to the bathroom.
Stripped and naked he stepped into the hot, scented bath and allowed his whole body to sink under the hot water as his pores awoke and drank in the warm, scented water. RJ closed his eyes and sighed. He had never felt like this before. He had been with many men and had his share of relationships that were good. Antonio Carrington, his most recent ex popped into his mind. Antonio was an NBA basketball superstar for the St. Louis Blues. Antonio stood 6ft 11 in height and was a lean, muscled machine. He was handsome and sexy as hell with bedroom brown eyes, a shiny bald head, a neat goatee and a big bright smile and killer charm that made him one of the NBA studs like Michael Jordan, Penny Hardaway, and Kobe Bryant. RJ and Antonio had met at the NAACP Image Awards and the electricity and attraction was undeniable. It wasn't long before the two men hooked up for a night on the town.
They dined at a small and private Italian restaurant, where Antonio was not only a great friend of the owner but an investor. After dinner they went to a private club where they danced and where no one seemed to notice or care about a famous NBA superstar dancing with another man in a gay nightclub. After dancing, they returned to Antonio's estate where they watched the movie 'Love Jones' with Larenz Tate and sista Nia Long. During the sex scene between brotha Tate and sista Long, they kissed and the kissed bloomed into touching and touching into hot and heavy love making.
RJ and Antonio were together and happy for six months and RJ knew it was going to last forever but the envitable happened. RJ signed a new talent to Def Dogg Records and with all the development and preparations kept him busy while the St. Louis Blues found themselves in a play-off battle and Antonio was fast becoming a breakout star and the face of the team. Their professional lives were very hectic and there were times that they hardly had time to even call each other and before long it was as if the time apart was a canyon in which their love had fallen and could not be found. They both agreed to part as friends and to end their relationship as lovers.
Now RJ had Jerome and this time he knew it was going to be right. This time everything would be perfect. RJ smiled and sank his head under the water and slowly rose up and out of the tub and dried off. He looked in the mirror and nodded at his reflection and said.
"Damn, brotha. You done good."
Marcellus and Elijah watched the house of Tony Romero like two wolves ready to pounce on the helpless lamb and that lamb was Tony Romero. They watched as he got into his late model Nissan Altima and pulled out of his driveway. They followed in their black Lincoln Towncar and waited for the chance to strike. It came when Romero stopped at a stop sign on a pretty much deserted stretch of road. Marcellus looked at Elijah and he nodded. Quickly Marcellus whipped the Lincoln around while Elijah pulled out his gun. A 44 Colt Anaconda revolver with an 8 inch barrel a loaded with hollow point bullets. As the power window on the passenger side rolled down, Marcellus put the Lincoln right next to the Nissan and before Romero could register what was happening, Elijah opened fire pumping eight rounds into the head, neck, shoulder and body of Tony Romero. Romero was dead by the time the second shot hit his neck. The Lincoln pulled away slowly and made a left as the Altima, with Romero dead and his foot no longer on the brake, slowly rolled forward and across the street before smashing into a parked car.
Elijah picked up his cellphone and dialed a number. "Yeah. He changed his mind." And then he hung up.
Sitting in the Colonnade Room, Lawrence hung up his cellphone just as the waiter arrived.
"Let me have a bottle of champagne...your best. I'm feeling....festive."
The waiter departed and Lawrence smiled. "I love it when a plan comes together."
Khalil had everything just right as far as he was concerned. When Lawrence got back he would be more than pleased. The Wilshire provided scented candles and champagne. He turned the radio to the a station that played slow, love making soul music. He then jumped into the shower and scrubbed every inch of his body and then he wrapped a towel around his midsection and waited for Lawrence to return. He would greet him at the door in just a towel with the lights out and the candles on. Khalil took another sip of the champagne that the hotel had sent up especially for them. Evidently Lawrence had thought of this in advance and had ordered special champagne to be sent to the room upon request. It was Khalil's second glass and he was feeling a slight buzz though it was odd for him to buss so soon on champagne but this had to be the good stuff and the good stuff had that effect on him. Hell, Lawrence had an effect on him. It was an effect that he liked.
There was no doubt in Khalil's mind that he loved Lawrence Avery Duke. He loved him even before he found out that he was THE Lawrence Avery Duke. Yes, there were times when Lawrence seemed cold and unapproachable. And there were times when he concentrated more on business than he did on Khalil and there were times when he made Khalil do things he really didn't want to do but he did them because he knew that by doing them it would please the man he loved and there were times when the things he asked him to do weren't too bad, like when he asked him to have sex with Jerome Browne. It wasn't the worst thing he had ever asked and Jerome turned out to be quite an amazing ass fucker. There were times when he kind of wished he could have Jerome fuck him again but he always pushed the thought out of his mind. He loved Lawrence and he was the only man for him.
Khalil lay down on the bed and closed his eyes and as he did he had an image of Lawrence coming to him and tearing off his towel. Of him passionately and forcibly kissing him, driving his tongue down Khalil's throat as his hands roamed all over his body and caressed and squeezed him. Lawrence bit and chewed on Khalil's nipples and as he yelped in pain he moaned with he pleasure he felt as Lawrence blew his hot breath on the nipple. Lawrence's hand snaked down his body and found it's target. Khalil's dick, which he began to stroke as he kissed Khalil's face, neck and lips. Then Lawrence's fingers found their way to his tight asshole and they entered without any lube, which Khalil had now become use to. Having sex with Lawrence without lube was great and he we liked it that way. Khalil arched his back and grabbed at the bed as Lawrence's thick finger invaded his ass like a battering ram and battered his tender ass repeatedly until Khalil knew he would blow his load.
"Oh Lawrence! Oh Lawrence! Yes! Yes!" He moaned as he felt the finger go in and out and twist and twirl.
"Fuck me, Lawrence! Fuck me!" Khalil begged.
He heard Lawrence unzip his pants and he felt his throbbing dick play around his ass and then the tip of it going in. Khalil arched his back to take it all as he sucked in air to withstand the entry.
The loud knocking on the door snapped Khalil awake before Lawrence's dick could enter him. Disoriented he looked around and realized that not only had he drifted off to sleep but he had been jacking off in his sleep as well and wasn't far from cumming. Thank God someone knocked. He wanted to save it all for Lawrence.
The person knocked on the door again and Khalil wondered who it could be then he realized that Lawrence probably didn't get the key to the room. It was probably him...it had to be. clicking off the lights until only the candle light was the only light source, he went to the door. He would open it and let Lawrence come in before he pounced on him. As he walked to the door he poured two more glasses of champagne. One more for him and one for Lawrence. He would tell Lawrence that they needed to get this champagne in the house. After three glasses, Khalil was feeling no pain and was horny beyond belief. Lawrence was in trouble.
"Coming, baby." Khalil said as he slightly staggered to the door.
Jerome stood outside of the hotel room and knocked on the door. His dick was hard like a rock and he wanted to put it in Khalil's hot ass and then after he fucked Khalil, he would shower and run over to RJ's. It was a good plan and a good way to have his cake and eat it too. Maybe he was being a playa and maybe Tee was right and that getting involved with Khalil was bad news but how could he resist another shot at that ass. Once he hit it again it would be out of his system and he could concentrate on RJ. RJ was fast becoming someone special in his life, which scared and excited him. Jerome had still not fully healed from his breakup with Whitney. He had given her his heart and she had smashed it. He had sworn not to fall for any more chickenheaded women again but dealing with brothas were different. Most just wanted to get fucked and get gone so he didn't worry about developing feelings and shit like that. But now with RJ, there seemed to be something growing and though he liked it, he also wished it would stop. Not forever, just long enough for him to realize what was truly going on.
Right now what was going on was that he was going to hit this ass of Khalil and then he would run on over to RJ's and hit that too. He knocked on the door again and heard Khalil's voice call out. Damn, the boy's voice made his dick jump.
The door opened and Jerome walked into the room which was only lit by scented candles. As the door closed behind him he felt an arm wrap around him and another handed him a glass of champagne. Jerome drained the champagne as the arms wrapped around him and the hands feverishly ran over his body and pulled at his clothes. One hand landed on his dick and he felt like he had jumped twelve feet. The hand unzipped his fly and removed his hard dick and Khalil was down on his knees with Jerome's dick in his mouth and he was sucking and chewing on his dick like it was the last dick in the world.
Jerome was within arms reach of the bottle of champagne and he refilled his glass and downed it again. He didn't know which was better, the blow job or the champagne. He pulled off his shirt as Khalil's tongue went to work on Jerome's dick.
"Ahhhh! Shit!!!!!" Jerome moaned. He was feeling the effects of the champagne, the atmosphere and the blow job. His knees were getting weak and he knew that if he didn't lay down he would fall down. So he slowly lowered himself to the carpeted floor and laid down but Khalil didn't look up nor did he stop. It was as if he barely noticed what he had even moved.
"Damn baby!" Jerome moaned. "Ahhhhhh shit! You gonna make me cum!" Jerome moaned. He didn't want to blow on a bj he wanted to get in that ass. He grabbed Khalil and spun him around and realized immediately that he was already naked. He massaged Khalil's ass and probed it with his finger. The ass was tight and hot and ready to be fucked. Jerome spit on his dick and in Khalil's ass to lubricate it and then he slid his big dick in. Khalil yelped a bit as he started fucking Jerome's dick.
"OOOOOH Yeah! Yesssssss! Baby! Fuck that ass!" Khalil moaned. His head was fuzzy, he was horny and his body was electric. Everywhere Lawrence touched was sensitive and drove him crazy. He did wonder why Lawrence had lubed his ass before he fucked him but right now he didn't care. He wanted to be and get fucked and if it was lubed or not he didn't care.
"OOOOH YEAH DADDY! FUCK THAT ASS!!!!" Khalil wailed as he slammed his ass on the big dick. If he was able to realize it he would have noticed that he was not being fucked by Lawrence but by Jerome but in his current state he was in need of sex and he didn't care by who, where, when and how.
Jerome pounded Khalil's ass desperately. There were a few times where he felt like he was about to explode then it would go away and be replaced by this light headed feeling and this incredible horniness. It was like he couldn't stop until he came but each time he got close it would not happen.
Khalil's ass was on fire. His whole body was hot and feverish and it was driving him wild and Khalil was wild. He pitched and bucked and screamed so loud that Jerome knew someone would hear but he couldn't stop him because he was screaming just as loud. He had never fucked an ass that felt this damn good. It was like there were fingers and hands and mouths in Khalil's ass that were also working on his dick. He was afraid that if he came now, he would have a heart attack. He felt Khalil's hands grab his hands and as he kissed and sucked his fingers Jerome moaned and wailed as he once again got close to cumming but still nothing. He tighten his grip and was dedicated to cumming this time. He would cum or die trying. As he pounded Khalil's ass he gripped harder and harder around his throat.
Khalil felt the hands and fingers around his throat and it drove him wild. And when the hands got tighter he felt this incredible thrill. He could hardly breath and he was so close to cumming. Just a little longer and he would cum and it would be the best orgasm he had ever had. He couldn't call out but he wanted to scream "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" As if Lawrence heard him, he fucked him harder, pounding his ass unmercifully.
Then something strange happened. Suddenly there was a hazy light and he could hear his grandmother talking, which was impossible since she had been dead more than five years. He saw his uncle Junior who had his arms outstretched to him. Uncle Junior had died two years before grandma. Khalil looked around and what he saw scared him as he realized what had happened and as his grandmother and uncle and all his other long dead relations surrounded him he knew where he was.
"OH GOD! OH GOD! OOOOOOOH GOD!" Jerome screamed as the orgasm took him and he shot hot cum into Khalil's ass. He was cumming so much that he didn't think he would ever stop. His body shuttered and convulsed as the last bit of hot cum emptied out of him.
"Ahhhh Shit! Dayum baby. You...are....too...much!" Jerome panted as he kissed Khalil's neck. The beeping of his digit watch got his attention.
"Damn!" It was 9:00. He had to dash to RJ's and fast.
As he got up and grabbed his shirt he looked down at Khalil, who was knocked out. Jerome smiled. Oh yeah. I'm gonna hit that again and when I do, you gonna be awake and if not, I'm gonna wake you up the way I know you will like it.
Jerome poured himself another glass of champagne, drained it and staggered out of the door. He never even realized that Khalil was dead.
Tee was driving his Cadillac Expedition around the city. He had no real destination and the one he wanted to have he couldn't go to. Then he got an idea. He would wait in front of RJ's. Jerome never said he couldn't wait for him at RJ's. As he turned the Expedition on to the next street he noticed several police cars and an ambulance all around a car. A Nissan Altima. A uniformed cop was directing traffic out of the way. As Tee drove by slowly he looked at the car and he could see the driver was still in the driver's seat and there were tell tale signs of bullet holes on the car. His first thought was a drive by but something about that idea didn't seem right and as he past the car he suddenly had a bad feeling. He had to find Jerome and fast. Why? He didn't know.
The author can be reached here MychaelMartell@aol.com