Page 143 of The Coldest: Stay Dangerous Part 2

He freezes, just for a second, before laying between my legs. His tongue piercing swipes across his lips before he smirks. “Fine. And to even the playing field, I’ll even wear your cock lock. Now, place your hands on my head, bae. Play with my waves while I eat my meal.”

His entire mouth covers me and he moans at the remnants of our combined flavor. I guess I don’t move fast enough, because he grabs my hands and places them on his head as his tongue dips inside of me.

“Deal,” I moan, settling into our round two.

Rico

Snow pops her bubble gum as we wait for the elevator to come.

Gum is her new thing. Something to work her jaw and calm her nerves. Shad wants her to come to his birthday show, so even though the section at Palace will have liquor and weed, the dressing room won’t. Then after she performs their song, she’s supposed to go straight to the airport to catch a flight to Texas with her label for a week to parley with some producer out there.

One of the songs she’s planning to tweak will be her first single. This is important to her, and the producer, some scrawny white kid she met on social media, is making waves with local artists. Even now, with her tapping away on her phone, I’m sure she’s messaging them. They are both heavily into body modification–the producer donning a thick bull ring, spacers in their ears, and a split tongue. Snow was geeked, showing me pictures of them.

A split tongue is a little too out there, even for me.

She shifts her weight to her other foot, poking her hip out. Snow has on what she calls a Mugler, but it looks like a regular bodysuit with cutouts to me. It molds to her frame, showing off the body I spent a year building. She’s back in a blonde wig, this one falling to the backs of her knees. Her freckles aren’t covered, and she’s got this brown gloss on that’s been keeping my dick hard since her hair and makeup team left her crib.

But it’s no cut outs around her pussy, so I refrain from bending her over.

The elevator comes, and we climb in. She swings all her hair to one shoulder and leans into me, humming when I place my arm around her shoulder.

“We look good together,” she says, watching us in the mirrors of the elevator doors.

Her hands find the diamond pendant of Fredo on my chest, and places it where it’s supposed to go. It’s the only color I have on, since I decided to be head ass and wear a black tee, black jeans, and black timbs. It be too hot for a jacket in Palace, and I like niggas seeing my piece anyway.

It’s weird, growing facial hair. I look more my age than I have in a long time. She pulls on my goatee, grinning at our reflection, like she can read my mind.

“Be on your best behavior, Rico.”

I grin, biting her fingers gently. “But being bad is so fun, Snow.”

She mashes her lips together, then pokes the back of my throat with that fucking press-on nail, making me choke.

“I’m serious, Rico. The cat’s out of the bag. Don’t be a fucking asshole or I’m fucking Redrum.”

My hands are cradling my throat like that will help. We get to the lobby, and she ambles out, leaving me to stumble behind her.

“I’ma fuck you up,” I stammer, getting control of myself as we walk out into the late winter night. My niggas are pregaming for Shad’s show at Set’s old penthouse, on the next block. When my throat stops feeling like it’s on fire, I catch up to Snow, pulling her close to me again.

“You know I’ma get you back for that?”

“Yes,” she sighs, “and since it’ll be a week of you thinking about how I got you, I know I’ma be limping by the time you’re through with me.”

“You walking pretty straight to me right now, and I had you folded up a few hours ago.”

Snow blows a bubble, smirking when it pops and her tongue twirls it back in her mouth.

I take out my phone, and she snatches it as soon as she sees the camera’s on. We slow down as she flicks us up, taking different selfies and some videos of us.

“Yeah, you look good on my arm,” she gushes, sending them to herself. When she sees her contact picture, she cuts her eyes to me and pushes my phone into my chest.

“That is such an ugly picture of me.”

I pocket my phone and throw an arm over her shoulder as we cross the street. “You don’t know how to take ugly pictures, bae. Don’t be like that.”

She grunts, but doesn’t say anything. My kiss on her temple disarms her though, and she’s back chewing her gum by the time we’re in Set’s condo.

YT grabs her immediately, pulling her into the guest room. We’re the last to get here, and I grin at all the different looks of my niggas seeing I’m deadass about Snow being my woman.