Between the Sheets (9781476775807)

  Dear Reader:

  Cairo fans and new readers alike will love this latest erotic adventure in his true off-the-chain fashion. Between the Sheets is simply an ongoing sexfest carried out by a married couple, Marcel and Marika, who have an extremely open mind when it comes to who’s doing who and where.

  Both explore same-sex relations as much as with each other, and the rules are firmly laid down. Each one selects their next conquest and must be present or participate in the action. They bring new meaning to threesomes and heat up the sheets with their never-ending fantasies. Truly combining business with pleasure, their sizzling, no-holds-barred lifestyle is balanced with their professional personas. Marcel, president of a record label, dishes the heat on his late-night radio show, and Marika runs her own publishing company.

  Tune in and discover how Cairo brings the heat once again in this crafty tale and what happens when an unexpected encounter adds mayhem to the mix.

  As always, thanks for the love and support shown toward myself and the authors that I publish under Strebor Books. We appreciate each and every one of you and will continue to strive to bring you cutting-edge, exciting books in the future. For more information, please join my Facebook page @AuthorZane, Twitter @AuthorZane, or Instagram@AuthorZane. You can also find my “toys” at Zanespleasureproducts.com and my main web site remains Eroticanoir.com.

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  Strebor Books

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Eleven titles in, with me currently finishing up my twelfth, and, still, it feels like my first release. I’m always like a virgin in heat tryna get that first nut, waiting with baited breath for the book to drop. Then after the clock strikes midnight and all the iPads & Kindles are downloaded with their books, and my joints are snatched off the bookstores’ shelves, I’m always on pins ’n’ needles—cupping my balls, hoping that those who’ve dropped their paper on me enjoy the heat as much as I enjoyed writing it. With each joint, I breathe fire onto those pages. And I am thankful to be able to share my love of hotness in the sheets with those open-minded enough; those bold enough, those adventurous enough, to wanna step into the light. On some realness, I am forever grateful for having Juice Lovas who show me mad luv, spread the word, and wave their freak flags proudly! I say all this to say, THANK YOU! Here’s to Between the Sheets & every other hot joint I drop. All that I do is for you! Fuck what ya heard. The Cairo movement is here to stay!

  As always, special shout-out to all the Facebook beauties ’n’ cuties and cool-ass bruhs who make this journey mad fun: Real rap. Y’all my muthaeffen peeps! Too many of you to name, but YOU know who you are, godddammit!

  To Zane, Charmaine, Yona and the rest of the Strebor/Simon & Schuster team: As always, I hope you all know how much ya boy appreciates the never-ending luv!

  To the members of Cairo’s World: Thanks for the mad luv!

  And, as always, to the naysayers: You still mad or nah? Ha! Lick balls, baby! What would the movement be without you? On some realness, I am all that I am because of you. Thanks for the inspiration for me to continue to do what I do, how I do it, just so I can fuck with you. Here’s another dose of heat for you to choke on. Gag on the flames, muhfuckas!

  One luv—

  Cairo

  ONE

  Marika

  I have a confession. I’m a slut. Yes. That’s right. I’m a smutty, dick-sucking, ball-slurping, ass-licking, toe-sucking, pussy-eating, cum-loving whore. For my husband, that is…always for him.

  The man of my most sweetest, wettest dreams.

  My lover.

  My soul mate.

  My freak in the sheets.

  The man I love getting filthy with.

  Marcel.

  Mmmm…yes! He’s my addiction. And Lord knows he’s sinfully fine.

  Dark chocolate-coated perfection with long lashes wrapped around smoldering dark chocolate eyes and soft, full, luscious lips.

  Everything on him is long…and thick.

  His fingers.

  His dick.

  His feet.

  Oooh, did I mention his tongue? Yes, yes, yes…his wet, pussy-pleasing tongue.

  “Mmm,” he moans. “This wet pussy…” His tongue dips inside my cunt, then glides over my clit. “You taste sooo fuckin’ good…” His voice, rich and deep, vibrates over my swollen lips, oozes its way through my slit, resonating inside my entire body.

  I let out a gasp and claw at the sheets. “Mmmmm, oooooh, yesssss…”

  God, I, uh, mmm, love…this…mmm…man.

  He’s six feet eight, 245 pounds of chiseled bliss.

  A delicious mix of hood swag and sophistication, he is as rough, raw, and rugged as he is seductive and sensual. Combine all of that with an overactive libido and an extremely creative imagination and you have the recipe for long nights of toe-curling, lip-biting, hot, sweaty fucking or nights of slow, passionate, steamy lovemaking; or an all-night oral-fest with him feasting on my pussy until I am dazed and confused.

  Take your pick.

  Marcel closes his warm mouth around my clit and gently sucks.

  “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God…fuck, fuck, fuck…yes, yes, yes, yes…oooh, oooh, oooh…”

  Floetry floats around us low in the background. “Say Yes” plays. And all I can think is, yes, yes, yes, yes!!! Marcel pauses just long enough to ask, “You like this tongue all in your sweet, tangy cunt?” He doesn’t wait for a response. He goes back to sucking my clit in sync to the beat, grinding himself into the mattress.

  My eyes flutter closed, then open all unfocused. Blurry. Teary-eyed. It takes several seconds to stop them from rolling up in my head before I can blink my lover back into view. His head is bobbing up and down between my splayed legs, his tongue working feverishly over my clit, along the mouth of my pussy. My hips lift slightly off the bed as his big hands cup my ass and squeeze.

  “Mmmmm…yessss…”

  I eye Marcel through a haze of passion as he closes his mouth, his lips puckering around my clit, and suckles as he licks into me. I gasp and shiver. The heat of his tongue causing me to slip in and out of consciousness as my clit is being sucked into his mouth, pulled at, and nibbled.

  The more Marcel licks, the more his tongue flicks, then dips, then feathers over my clit, my pussy gets wetter and hotter. Slick juices pool out of my slit, bringing me closer to another climax. I arch my back and willingly, lovingly, offer him more of me—my gift, my love offering, to him.

  He moans into my sex again, causing my cum-coated walls to pulsate.

  “Yesssss, yessss, yesssss…”

  Marcel tongues my pussy, pinches my clit, and causes a whimper to hitch in the back of my throat. He knows what he’s doing to me. He’s pushing me to the edge of an orgasm, tongue-fucking me…speechless. My wet cunt stains his mouth, his lips, his tongue. His chin is slick from my boiling juices.

  I buck my hips. “Oh, yes, right there, right there, right there…oh, yes, oh, yes, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, yes, yes, yes, yessss…”

  My eyeballs roll up and around in their sockets a few times before I am finally able to open them again. I blink. Blink again until my eyes swim back into focus. Then slowly take in the heavenly sight before me. My man looks so fucking good between my legs, his face drenched, his tongue swimming in my juices as he alternately lic
ks and sucks at me, alternating from suck to lick, then doing both at the same time, then alternating quick up-and-down strokes with swirling tongue circles that makes hot wet greed swell inside my pussy, causing my sweet musky scent to thicken the air. It fills my nostrils as I inhale, deeply, intoxicating me.

  I love the smell of my wet pussy.

  Love the click-click sound of Marcel’s tongue. Its melody playing against the low sounds of Marsha Ambrosius’ “With You” easing through the surround sound.

  “Oh, God…ohhhhh, God, yes,” I mewl. “Eat my pussy. Oh…oooh…”

  “That’s right, baby,” Marcel whispers, looking up from between my thighs; his dreamy, bedroom eyes full of lust and love and a hint of mischief; his cum-slick lips glistening, “give me that sweet pussy…” He licks his lips, then dips his head back in between my quivering legs, sucking my clit into his mouth like an oyster as he slides a thick finger into my slit and pumps inside me in a steady rhythm. He swirls his finger into my wetness, pulls out, then slides two fingers in, then three, until I feel everything inside of me start to throb and ache. My pussy clenches around his fingers, greedily sucking them in. He is skillfully stretching my walls and stroking my spot, stoking the fire.

  Oh, God! I want, need, his huge dick filling me.

  “Please,” I whisper.

  “Please, what?” he taunts, lapping at my juicy pussy, sinking his tongue between the plump folds of my throbbing lips, then swirling it back over my clit.

  My heartbeat quickens. My body trembles. Drool settles at the corner of my mouth. I moan his name and cum hard, the hot pulse of my need spews out and drenches his fingers, his hand, as I get lost into a knot of swirling, throbbing ecstasy. I grind my pelvis into the blaze—his thick, sticky fingers still pumping into the flames—and beg him over and over and over.

  “Please, please, please…oh, Marcel, baby…pleeeeeease…”

  “Please, what? Tell me what you want, baby.” He looks up and grins that lopsided grin; his deep dimples creasing each side of his face. “Tell daddy what you want…”

  Daddy. Oooh, daddy, daddy, daddy…

  “I w-want t-that b-big d-dick, d-daddy…mmm…f-fuuuck m-meeee…”

  He leaves me breathless and begging.

  “Your Hands” floats around the room and Marcel’s face disappears again. He hums the tune into my pussy. And tears spring from my eyes.

  I know most people don’t believe in love at first sight. But I do. And I knew the first time I spotted Marcel—fall semester of my freshman year at Howard—coming out of the student center with three of his frat brothers that he would be my everything. And I knew the first time he slid my black-laced panties down over the swell of my hips—at the end of fall semester the following year—spread open my thighs and licked my clit, then slid his long, delicious dick into me, slow-fucking my pussy and stretching open the inside of my silky walls—causing wave after wave of wet blazing heat to flood my body, that he was the man I’d spend the rest of my life with.

  And here we are sixteen years later, and nothing’s changed. I am still in love with my husband, more so now than ever before. With him, there are no sexual limits. He has pushed and tested and tried every one over the years, taking me to places beyond my own imagination. And there is nothing I will not do to pleasure him. There is nothing he will not do to pleasure me. My fantasies are his. And his deepest desires are mine. All within reason, of course.

  And, together, we are a never-ending inferno. A wild, thrashing river of hot sensations, forbidden desires, and fulfilled fantasies.

  I gasp as Marcel sucks on my labia like it’s a juicy peach and my heart nearly stops beating as my nipples pebble and my pussy floods with more liquid warmth. “Oh, yes, baby,” I whimper, grinding into his mouth. “I love you, I love you, I looove you…”

  I fight to keep my eyes open, fight through the glaze of encroaching pleasure slowly blinding me. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. I am hanging on the edge of the cliff, losing myself, my mind falling deeper into the haze as he pulls his fingers from between my slick heat and brings them up to my lips.

  “Taste your pussy,” he murmurs, sliding two fingers into my drooling mouth. I flick my tongue over his fingers, tasting the sweet thickness of my cunt cream, sucking him into me, pretending it is his thick dick in my mouth. Wishing it was.

  Oh how I wish, yearn, for him to inch up over my body, hoist my legs up over my head and aim the thick, bulbous head of his dark, veiny dick at the opening of my slit, then fuck his way into the scorching heat. But he doesn’t.

  Instead, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and sucks them into his own, sliding them in and out, then flicking his tongue over each finger.

  “I want you to come for me, Marika. Give me that sweet, juice, baby. Squirt it all over my face…” His gaze shimmers with heat and want—and determination. Then his face disappears, again, his tongue circling over my clit, then plunging back into my hot pussy, darting in and out, in and out, hard, fast.

  Marcel slides a wet finger along the crack of my ass—my asshole is juicy and slick from my pussy and his spit—then pushes it inside of me. In synchronized motion, his finger and tongue work in harmony with Jill Scott’s “He Loves Me.” He tongue-fucks my pussy. Finger-fucks my ass.

  And now I am gasping for breath. Sweet torture. That’s what this is.

  I open my mouth to speak, to murmur, to moan, to babble…anything, but nothing comes out. Mouth agape, my eyes float around in their sockets as a jolt, the tingles, a surge of rippling fire, coils through my body and causes my pussy to spasm uncontrollably.

  I am overwhelmed.

  Powerless.

  The searing heat completely takes over.

  And I come. And come. And come. Clasping my thighs around my lover’s head, I squirt and soak him, wetting the sheets beneath me.

  TWO

  Marcel

  “Yo, what’s good, my beauties, cuties, hookers, hoes, pimps, and playboys…this is ya boy, MarSell, coming at you live with another steamy segment of Creepin’ ‘n’ Freakin’ After Dark. All of my peeps who get down with me know how I like to serve it up: Hot, raw ‘n’ ohhhh so nasty. So if you’re just tuning in to the Tri-State area’s hottest radio station, 93.3 The Heat, sit back…relax…light a candle…pour yourself a glass of your favorite wine…pull out your favorite lube…your favorite toy…or hit up that special someone…and prepare to be stimulated beyond your own imagination as we get into tonight’s topic of putting in that tongue ‘n’ neck work.

  “That’s right, my freaky peeps. Oral sex. It’s not an option. It’s a requirement. And tonight it’s going down. But before we get it poppin’, we’re gonna slowly heat you up with this sexy Janet Jackson joint, ‘Warmth.’ I don’t know ’bout you, but I like it when it’s real wet ‘n’ nasty…”

  I adjust my microphone as Janet whispers over the air about nothing comparing to the warmth of her mouth. I’m looking forward to tonight’s segment, already anticipating the freak-nasty comments callers would make about their dick-sucking-and pussy-eating sexapades. All things real, I love getting my dick sucked. Love fucking it down into a wet, tight throat. Hearing them juicy smack-suck sounds coming out of a mouth while I’m sliding this dick in ‘n’ out turns me the fuck on.

  Shit.

  I slip my hand down into my sweats and stroke myself on the sly underneath my desk; the urgent need to bust this nut deep inside a wet mouth slowly swells up in my balls.

  I reach for my buzzing cell with my free hand. I smile, opening the text message. OOH I LOVE HEARING UR VOICE OVER THE AIRWAVES. CAN’T WAIT TO HEAR TONIGHT’S HOT TOPIC. I BET UR ALREADY PLAYING W/THAT JUICY DICK

  I grin, removing my hand from my sweats, temporarily leaving my thick, aching dick stretching along my thigh. I text back, U KNO ME SO WELL, BABY. CAN’T WAIT 2 STRETCH DAT WET PUSSY N FEEL ALL THIS DICK DEEP UP N U

  Less than three seconds, another text comes through. HMMM! THIS PUSSY MISSES U! U TEASED N TONGUE
D ME REAL GOOD 2NIGHT. I CAN STILL FEEL UR TONGUE INSIDE OF ME. U LEFT ME SO WET N HORNY 4 MORE OF U

  I smile, sliding my hand back down into my sweats, then quickly glance over into the control room at my producer, Nina, who is staring back at me licking her succulent lips. I wink at her. She smiles, shaking her head.

  Janet Jackson fades out and Marsha Ambrosius’ “69” eases over the airwaves as I squeeze the head of my dick. I’m ready to fuck. Ready to gut a throat and beat some pussy up. I glance down at my watch. Two more hours to go. I’ve been working the 8 p.m. to 12 a.m. slot on Thursday nights at the radio station for the past seven years. It was supposed to be a temp thing, but when the ratings shot through the fuckin’ roof and peeps started calling in begging for me to come through and hit ’em with that nasty heat, that sealed the deal.

  And here I am one night a week, keeping the heat cranked up and the freaks turnt up. Not because I need the paper. Nah, I’m paid out the ass. I’m on the air doing what I do because—despite having built my own empire—my first love has, and will always be, radio broadcasting. Being on the air as a radio personality is all I ever dreamed of as a kid. And it’s what I went to school for.

  I look over and eye Nina, who gives me the signal that we’re back on the air in five…four…three…two…one…

  “What’s good, my peeps. We’re back on the air ready to turn up. And tonight we’re talking about putting your mouth on it. That’s right, my freaky peeps. Sucking. Licking. Slurping. Tonguing it down. Fellatio. Top. Dome. Head. Neck. Becky. Brain. Pole Smoke. Knob Slob. Whatever lil’ term you wanna call it, I wanna hear from the ladies, first. Where are all my bobble heads ‘n’ deep throat divas at? Holla at ya boy. 212-FreakMe.”

  Instantly the lines light up.

  I grin. Aiight. Let’s see how many cock swabbers are callin’ in.

  “Hello?”

  “What’s good, beautiful? You’re on the air.” There’s a bunch of unnecessary feedback. “Yo, do me a favor, love. Turn ya radio down or off for me.” Why the fuck I gotta keep telling these dumb hoes this shit? I shake my head.