BURY ME A G, #1

by Tranay Adams

  “Yo are you alright?” He questioned concerned, approaching her.

  She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her blouse.

  “I’m okay,” she answered. “I got jacked for my ride a couple blocks from here.”

  “Are you straight?” The lines of his forehead deepened as he touched her arm.

  “I’ll be fine,” she said.

  “You call The Boys?”

  “Nah, I don’t fuck with The Ones.”

  “Me either. I just thought that maybe...”

  “No. Never.” She shook her head. “My daddy would turn over in his grave if he knew I’d gon’ seeking out the man for help.”

  “Yo old man was a street cat?” he asked, garnering a nod from her. “Well, listen, you want me to call you a cab to take you home?”

  “My dude is ‘pose to be coming by to get me. Oh, my God,” she held up her trembling hands and horror came across her face. “I’m so traumatized by that shit.” Her terrified eyes met his. “Can—can you hold me, please.”

  “I don’t think that’s a...” Before he could finish his protest, she threw herself into him. Pressing her face against his chest and hugging him, sobbing into his shirt. He exhaled and wrapped his arms around her hesitantly. Resting his chin at the top of her head, he closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of the shampoo expelling from her hair. Feeling her body up against his and becoming engulfed in the moment, he felt his fuck organ extend in his Dickies. She felt him and pressed herself against him. His eyelids peeled apart and he held her at arm’s length.

  “What? What’s the matter?” She wanted to know, looking as if she was innocent but she knew exactly what the fuck she was doing.

  “We can’t.”

  “We can’t what?”She pulled him close by the collar of his shirt, kissing him so hard that it felt like her lips were going to burst. He tried to pull back but she held fast, locking lips with him again. She then shoved him back onto the couch.

  “Wait, what chu doing, girl?” His forehead furrowed and his nose wrinkled as he watched her slither down his torso, stopping at his zipper.

  “What’s it look like?” She smiled seductively, sliding her tongue across her top row of teeth as she unbuckled his black leather belt and unzipping his Dickies. She kept her eyes locked with him as she reached inside of the open zipper and pull his meat from its prison. She spat on it twice and grasped it, sliding her hand up and down it, anticipating it growing stiff. “Mmmm.”

  Tiaz wanted badly to grab her and make her stop but his hands wouldn’t do what his mind commanded them. All he could do was watch that evil smile spread across her shiny glossed lips before she worked his Instrument of Love.

  Before he knew it her lips peeled apart, showcasing the web of saliva inside of her mouth. He could feel the 97degrees of heat that escaped her grill before she took in all of him. The temperature and wetness was the perfect marriage to bring him to his full potential.

  “Ohhh, sssss, this shit ain’t right Kantrell, it ain’t right.” He whispered as his eyes hooded and his breathing became labored, feeling her chin hit his sack as she glided her mouth to and from his member. He listened to the symphony that was her slurping and sucking. He felt his dick grow even harder. His blood had surged through it and it felt as solid as a brick of gold.

  Her jaws sounded like a suction cup as it released him. She continued to jerk his fuck oragan as she stared him dead in his eyes, and teasingly licked his head. “I know, but it feels sooooo good, don’t it?”

  “Suck it, suck that black mothafucka.” He squirmed around eager to feel her get retarded on that dick again. He licked his lips and bit down at the corner of the bottom one.

  “Tell me to. Demand that I do, baby.Treat me like the lil’ freak nasty bitch that I am.” She let a hot avalanche of saliva slide off of her tongue and coat the head of him like wet cement, sliding her grip up and down his length.

  “Ahhhh, shit,” he croaked, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyelids closed. Suddenly he pulled himself together as he remembered what type of nigga he was. He flipped on the switch that was the bossed up gangsta and instantly he made an appearance.

  “Suck my dick, bitch, I don’t wanna hear nothing but chu sucking and swallowing this mothafucka!”

  “That’s what I’m talking a...” That last word died in her throat as he shoved her head down, filling that third hole in her face.

  Tears ran from the corners of her eyes as she gagged on his meat. His eyes narrowed into slits. His nostrils contracted and expanded, while he tightened his jaws. He grunted loud and hard seeing his Sex Pistol engorged.

  He got a kick at how she kept her eyes on him the entire time. That shit turned him on. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, suck it, suck it, sssss, awww.” Dick still in her mouth he slowly rose to his feet with his hand pressed to the back of her head. She stared up at his face as he raped her drooling mouth, grinding and pumping that mothafucka as it it were that thang between her legs. His mouth quivered.

  He went to pull out and she grabbed him by the wrists, pinning his arms to the sides of his legs. She bobbed up and down his shit, causing slobber to spill and hang like loose extension cords. He tilted his head back letting her see underneath his chin. His knees buckled and the muscles in his face flexed, he was about to blow.

  “Aghhhh! Gaahhh!’ His head shot down and he stared dead in her mothafucking eyes as he unleashed all of that creamy lather down her throat. She continued to suck him up. When he reached to stop her, she scowled and smacked his hand away. He staggered back and fell back on the couch with her still necking him, holding his meat about the shaft as she tried to suck every last drop out of him. He lay there like he was dead as she went on gobbling him up. When she let him loose, she showed him his unborn children cupped in her tongue and swallowed them as if they were cough syrup.

  “Chevy isn’t to know about this.” Tiaz panted out of breath.

  “She won’t. Long as you fuck me and feed me I’ll keep quiet.”

  Tiaz paused as he strained to hear what appeared to be the conversation of two nearing.

  “Nigga, put that on something,” Te’Qui said.

  “Blood, that’s on Lil’ Face.Rest in peace,” Baby Wicked replied.

  “Oh, shit.” Tiaz panicked, hearing the boys approaching. Hurriedly, he zipped up his Dickies and buckled his belt. Kantrell sat up on the couch, propping her hand against her head and acting as if she’d been watching TV the entire time. Tiaz cleared his throat and took a deep breath before opening the door.Te’Qui handed him his bag of items from the store then headed into his bedroom. Once the boys had left the room, a horn honked from outside. Tiaz pulled the curtains back to take a look and saw a silver Yukon Denali idling at the curb.

  “Is there a silver truck out there?” Kantrell inquired, turning around on the couch.

  “Yep.”

  “That’s my ride.” She hopped up from couch and grabbed her purse. She gave Tiaz a tender peck on the lips and cracked a slight smile.Grabbing his wrist, she turned his hand palm up and scribbled down her number. She then closed all of his fingers except the middle one before she sucked on it slow and nasty, keeping her eyes locked with his. She spun around, adjusting the purse on her shoulder and walking out of the door. He watched her ample ass shift from left to right as she sauntered off. He felt bad that he’d let her swallow his kids being that he was suppose to be with Chevy but he was a dog. It was in his nature so what was he supposed to do?

  Kantrell walked out of the house pulling a tube of M.A.C lip gloss from her purse. She removed the cap and spread it across her succulent lips, mashing them together. En route to the SUV that awaited her, her mind wondered.

  This bitch Chevy got her a good nigga but not for long ‘cause I’ma ‘bout to snatch this one up. I know the shit is kind of foul but hey why should she be the only one happy? Shit, I wanna get my back blown out and cup cake too. Besides, losing one more nigga ain’t gon’ hurt her. She’ll bounce ba
ck. She did with Faison and Azule so one more ain’t gone hurt her. Hell, she should be used to it by now. If not, fuck it, it’s every bitch for herself in this cold world, straight like that.

  Kantrell pulled open the door of the beast and climbed inside, slamming the door shut behind her.

  “You okay?” He asked from behind the wheel, turning down the volume of Meek Mill’s Big Daddy.

  “I’ll be alright, just a lil’ shaken up, is all.”

  “Bitch ass niggaz got my baby shook.Don’t trip ‘cause both of dem faggots gettin’ it.” He swore as he pulled off. “That’s on everything l love.”

  “Whateva, nigga, take me home.” She blew hard and she rolled her eyes.

  “Fuck is yo problem?” He asked with a hard face, looking her up and down.

  Suddenly, a smile apprehended her face and she looked to him. “Nothing, baby, gimmie a kiss.”

  When he stopped at the light, he leaned closer and kissed her thirstily. Kantrell pressed her hand against the back of his head, mashing his mouth against hers. She was as dirty as they came, kissing that mothafucka with Tiaz’s sperm residue marinating her tongue.

  That wasn’t the half of it either. See, she didn’t really get jacked for her ride. Nah, she parked it a few blocks down and walked to Chevy’s house. Her plan to suck off Tiaz was premeditated. She knew once he got a shot of her head that it would be hard for him to stay away from her. She knew she was shiesty but she didn’t give a fuck. She wanted Chevy’s man and she would have him. By any means necessary.

  Chapter 13

  When Tiaz awoke the next morning his dick was so hard that he was surprised he hadn’t punctured a hole in the mattress. His manhood was as hard as a police man’s nightstick. He had sex on his mind and was ready to give Chevy’s pussy a good stroking. Without taking his face out of the pillow, he went to play with her pussy but his hand fell flat on top of the cool sheets. His eyelids peeled open and that’s when he noticed she was gone.

  Tiaz rolled over on his back. He looked down and saw his hardness protruding in his boxer-briefs. He stared up at the ceiling for a while then closed his eyes, remembering how good Kantrell’s head game was. He knew he’d already fucked up by letting her suck his dick, because he’d been unfaithful to Chevy. As bad as he wanted to he knew it wouldn’t be right for him to taste the sweet nectar that was her sex. He wouldn’t just be fucking around with some random hood rat; he’d be boning his lady’s bestfriend, a woman that had been a sister to her. If he fucked her and Chevy found out the news would destroy her. He already knew that the girl’s ex-fiancé had stepped out on her with another chick. She’d told him in a letter she’d written him. The letter expressed the hurt that she felt. He understood where she was coming from because Ta’shauna had stepped out on him with her son’s father and left him to rot in prison. Ta’shauna’s abandonment of him crushed him like an empty soda can. He understood the heartache that came with infidelity too well. And he didn’t want to hurt Chevy, but the temptation of the flesh was a mothafucka.

  Tiaz looked to his right and found a button down, tie, and slacks hanging on the wall beside the window. Beneath the clothes, on the floor, was a pair of black leather crocodile skin shoes polished to a shine. He sat up in bed, stretching and yawning. He slipped on some sweatpants, a wifebeater and some corduroy house shoes. He turned to head out of the door and something caught the corner of his eye. He stepped to the nightstand and found a couple of past due utility bills. He placed the bills on the nightstand exactly how he’d found them and went to his secret stash before leaving the bedroom.

  Chevy was sitting at the kitchen table going ham on her laptop, writing what she hoped would become an urban classic and sipping a cup of black coffee. A smoldering Newport was wedged between her fingers as she punched the keys on the keyboard. Beside her on the table was an ashtray littered with cigarette butts. Her eyes were focused on the screen. She looked like a mad scientist hard at work on a serum that could prove to be quite valuable to mankind. She was so wrapped up in her craft she didn’t notice when Tiaz entered the kitchen. It wasn’t until he kissed her on the cheek and planted a brown paper bag beside her that she acknowledged his presence.

  “Good morning.” He greeted her as he kissed the back of her head and massaged her shoulders.

  “Good morning, babe. What’s this?” Chevy asked, taking a peek inside of the bag. When she peered inside of the bag she was in awe. She turned around in her seat and looked to Tiaz. “Baby, where did you get this money?”

  “The homies gave it to me as a welcome home present,” Tiaz said, sitting down to his plate of breakfast. He looked to Te’Qui. “What’s cracking, lil’ homie.” He held out his fist and received dap.

  “Nothing, going to work on this French toast,” Te’Qui replied while eating.

  “How much money is this?” Chevy looked through the brown paper bag.

  “Something light, fifteen stacks.”

  “Oh, my God, fifteen stacks?” Her eyes widen and her jaw dropped. “That’s light to you? You know how much over time I’d have to do to get fifteen grand?”

  “Boo, that ain’t nothing but lunch money to me. I told you how I used to get it.”

  A happy Chevy jumped to her feet and hurried over behind Tiaz, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  Mauh! Mauh! Mauh! Mauh!

  She kissed up the side of his face causing him to smile as he bit into a strip of crisp bacon.

  “Ohhh, thank you, baby.” She turned his face to her and kissed his lips. “I really need this; these bills are kicking my ass.”

  “You welcome, Love.”

  “Oh, yeah, I almost forgot,” she snatched up the newspaper from where she was sitting. “I circled a few gigs for you to check out today.” She pointed to the temporary job agencies she’d circled with a red inkpen in the paper. “I’ve already ironed something for you to wear.” She stretched and yawned as he clutched the paper.

  “Damn, Chev’, your shit is kind of tainted.” He spoke of her breath, fanning away the fumes.

  “My bad, I’ve been up all night drinking coffee and smoking squares working on this story. Let me put this money up and brush my teeth.” She grabbed the brown paper bag and kissed Tiaz again. “Thanks again, boo.” She left her man and son at the table.

  “Tiaz.”

  He looked and she was standing at the opening of the hallway.

  “I’m so lucky to have met chu.”

  “If anyone’s lucky it’s me.”

  She blew him a kiss. He caught it and smacked it over his heart. She cracked a smile and dipped off down the corridor.

  Tiaz pretended to be looking over the newspaper. He didn’t have any plans of going on a job hunt. He was going to continue getting money by the means of his determination and his gun. Ever since he was old enough to piss straight he’d always gotten it how he lived and he’d keep on doing so until dirt was shoveled on top of his coffin.

  Tiaz glanced at Te’Qui who was still eating his breakfast, then over his shoulder at the digital clock on the stove. “It’s time for you to get dressed for school.”

  “Alright,” Te’Qui rose to his feet and downed the last of his orange juice before heading off to his bedroom.

  “If you want, I can drop you off.” Tiaz shouted to him.

  “Okay,” Te’Qui said before disappearing into the hallway.

  “Tiaz,” Chevy called from the bathroom.

  “Yeah, baby?” Tiaz answered back.

  “You dropping Te’Qui off?”

  Silence consumed the air as Chevy stood in the medicine cabinet mirror brushing her teeth. When she didn’t get a reply from him she stopped her morning hygiene.

  “Tiazzz!” she called out to him and waited for his reply.

  “Yep.” He said at her back, startling her as his strong hands gripped her hips.

  She sighed with relief and said, “You sacred the living shit outta me.” She finished brushing her teeth and spat the white goo out into the si
nk.

  “Can you take out the trash before you leave?”

  “Sure thing, Lover.” He said in between kissing up her neck as she washed her mouth out with Listerine. She then spatthe green liquid out into the sink and turned off the faucet. She closed her eyes and a smile emerged on her beautiful face as he licked her neck and then nibbled on her earlobe.

  “Not now babe, Te’Qui is still here.” She told him as she felt his hands pulling at her pink Victoria Secret panties. She grabbed him by his wrists just as he’d slipped her drawers under her buttocks. She pulled them back up and turned around to him, kissing him tenderly.

  “Come on now. Let a nigga get a quickie before he goes on this job hunt.” Tiaz held Chevy close and cupped her ass.

  “How about tonight?” She asked, caressing the side of his face.

  “Tonight?” he looked disappointed.

  “Uh huh, tonight once baby boy is asleep.”

  “Alright.” He smacked her ass before he left the bathroom. Chevy watched him make his departure, thinking of how lucky she was to have him as a smile formed on her lips.

  ***

  Tiaz dropped Te’Qui off at school and swung by Threat’s house. He honked the horn twice and his homie came out, jogging across the frontlawn in a black White Sox snapback and a crisp long sleeve black T-shirt. He hopped into the passenger seat and slammed the door closed. He turned to Tiaz, taking in his attire for the day. His forehead wrinkled.

  “What?” Tiaz asked.

  “What’s up with your threads, nigga?” Threat asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

  “Oh,” Tiaz looked down at what he was wearing. “You know a nigga gotta front like he’s out here looking for a gig and shit. I’m rocking my work fit under these.”

  Threat chuckled and shook his head. “How long you gon’ keep this shit up?”

  “As long as I have to, Crim. Where we headed to first?”

  “That nigga Limb’s house, I’ve been calling that mothafucka but he hasn’t been answering his phone. Swing by there so I can let this nigga know he’s not getting shit.”