by J Peach
Stopping at the top of the stairs, I checked my pockets while looking down the stairs and sure enough I did. They were sitting on the bottom step.
“Now, daddy, you know I was playing with you, right?”
Blaze laughed as he got up, grabbing the keys. Of course my ass walked down the stairs to help him up.
“Bae, how did you fall anyway?” I asked while moving his hand off my ass.
“Shid, I don’t know. Why you playin’? I said I was sorry.” Blaze got behind me as he buried his head in the side of my neck. His hand soon moved to my breast while the other went to my covered sex.
“I’m not playing, B, you’re not getting none. And you don’t even mean that sorry. You’re just sorry because you wanna fuck.” My front was pressed against the apartment door as his hand slid into my panties. My head tilted to the side, giving Blaze room to kiss and suck along my neck.
Blaze’s finger ran through my slit before his finger poked at my opening and moved to my pearl.
“Mama, you wet as fuck, so why you wanna play like you don’t want it?” Blaze mumbled against my neck before he started sucking on the skin.
I took hold of his wrist, pulled his hands from my panties and turned to face him. My lips came to his as I wrapped my arms around his waist, bringing him closer to me. I kissed from his lips down to his cheek and neck, sucking on the skin while I grinded myself against him.
Blaze made quick work with the keys. Once the door was opened, I brought my lips to his, sucking on both his top and bottom lip. Then I let my tongue slid into his mouth, stroking it with his.
Pulling back, I pecked his lips once, then twice.
“I never said I didn’t want it, believe me I do, I’m craving it, but you’re not getting it.” Pecking his lips again, I pulled out of his hold and walked into the apartment. I dropped my stuff on the couch and went into the kitchen.
I wanted him, lord knew I did, but for me to get it would mean having sex with him, which I wasn’t doing until he learned to be considerate of me. It was going to be hard as hell, but it was a must that I did it. Not just as punishment for him, but to strengthen myself. I wasn’t going to be seen as just a pushover or just another loose hoe to him.
I was going to be considered as his one, his equal. If Blaze thought of me as that, there was no way in hell his ass would’ve forgotten about me, no matter how drunk or high he may have been.
No way.
“Bae, I’m making pork chops, macaroni and spaghetti. Is that cool?” The slamming of the bedroom door had me chuckling to myself.
***
Once I took the garlic bread out of the oven, I made Blaze a plate. Since I’d started cooking, Blaze had been in his room. I guess he called himself being mad, but oh well, his ass shouldn’t have forgotten about me.
Walking in the room, I saw that Blaze was stretched out on the bed in just a pair of basketball shorts with one hand in his shorts and an arm covering his face.
“Bae, you still hungry or you to mad too eat?” When I didn’t get a reply, I sat his plate on the nightstand and climbed on him, straddling his waist. “Blaze,” A smile came to my lips at the sound of his snores. How someone so mean could look so vulnerable was beyond me. “Bae,” squeezing his nose closed and leaning forward, I inhaled before blowing into his mouth. Blaze’s eyes snapped open as he coughed. “I brought your food.”
He stared at me for a minute, his brows furrowed. “Fuck you blowing in my mouth fah?”
“I didn’t blow, I kissed you,” I lied, trying not to laugh. Blaze grabbed my forearms before tossing me off him. “Blaze, stop you wench.”
“I thought I put yo ass out. A nigga will fuck around and get blue balls fuckin’ with you. Yo ass always playin’, my dick still hurt.” His ass woke up talkin’ shit. Well, at least that hour and a half of sleep did him some good. His eyes weren’t as low as they had been.
“You shouldn’t have forgotten about me,” I told him as I grabbed his plate. “I made your plate, want me to feed you?” Rolling some spaghetti on the fork, I ate it.
“I thought you said that was mine?”
Looking at Blaze, I smacked my lips. “I can’t have none of yours?” This nigga got his fuckin’ nerves. After I cooked the food, I couldn’t get a taste of his? Blaze licked his lips before sitting up, rolling his shoulders and neck. I grabbed his plate from the nightstand then stood in front of him. “Turn over.” The look Blaze was giving had me laughing.
“Fuck you laughing fah? That shit sounded dirty as hell,” He said, standing up and stretching.
“You know I’m tryna hit, turn over and stick that ass out. Come on, daddy.” I laughed at his glaring face.
“Get the fuck out, I ain’t even playin’.” His facial expression showed that he wasn’t.
I pushed him on the bed. “Blaze, lay down and don’t waste food on the bed either.” Taking his plate, Blaze laid on his stomach. Getting the lotion from the dresser, I sat on his lower back. Squirting some lotion in my hands, I started massaging his back while he ate.
“You already ate?” Blaze asked.
“I picked at everything while I was cooking,” I told him, but I doubted he heard a thing I said. “Dude, yo ass don’t have to be smacking like that.”
Blaze mumbled something before holding up his finger. “Man, fuck you. This spaghetti good as fuck. A nigga haven’t ate like this since the last time you cooked fah me,” Blaze said between bites. His ass was actually smacking.
It felt good hearing him say that as well as hearing his smacking. At least I knew my pussy wasn’t the only thing he liked.
“Blaze, fo’real? All that damn smacking is getting on my nerves. Ain’t shit else on that damn bone, the pork chop is gone, damn.” Laughing, I snatched the bone from him then sat it on the plate.
“Peaches, fuck you. Is it some mo?” How he gon’ say fuck me then ask is it some more?
“Some more of what? Did you even eat the macaroni?”
“On everything, man, I told yo ass I was hungry. Peaches, leave me the fuck alone,” Blaze said as I kept laughing. That man ate the whole plate in less than ten minutes. “Yo ass gon’ go make my plate? And I needed that damn massage, yo ass tryna get in, huh?” Slapping him on the back of the head, I grabbed his plate. “Make me fuck you up.”
“Nigga, I’m already in. What you mean trying to get in? Daddy, I’m in and done claimed everything that’s you, so stop playin’ with yoself,” I told him in a matter of fact tone.
“Yo ass better go claim and put some mo food on that damn plate before I get up,” he said, but I didn’t move.
“See you not denying it.”
“Ain’t shit to deny, we already established that when we became official. Now gon’ make my plate.” Blaze waved me off as he got comfortable on the bed.
What am I suppose too say to that exactly? Nothing at all, I turned and walked out of the room to go make his plate.
“Give me two pieces of garlic bread,” he yelled from the room.
“Ooh, Cherry, Blaze gon’ get you.” She had gotten her little ass on the counter and in the spaghetti sauce. Thank God it wasn’t the actual spaghetti, he probably would’ve tried killing my baby. Wiping Cherry off, I sat her on the floor and washed my hands before making Blaze plate. As it was warming up, I cleaned up the mess I made and put the food up. Once finished, I went back to the room.
“Here, I’m about jump in the shower,” I told Blaze while handing him the plate.
I went to his drawer, grabbed a pair of boy-shorts and one of his beaters, then walked to the bathroom to take my shower.
***
It was almost midnight and I couldn’t fall asleep. Since I got out of the shower my nipples had been erect and I was horny as hell.
Pushing off the covers, I slid my panties off.
“Blaze,” sexily, I called his name.
He looked away from the TV to me. Blaze stared at me hard, watching as I pulled my shirt.
My fingers waved t
o him before I took hold of his arm and pulled him to me. It started off with a few simple pecks before his tongue was twisting with mine.
Spreading my legs, Blaze began to grind his covered dick against me, rubbing against my swollen clit. With each stroke my sex throbbed more. Blaze’s hand pulled the front of his basketball shorts down, about to release himself, but I stopped him.
“Baby, eat my pussy,” I moaned out as my back arched.
Blaze fingers started playing with my pearl as he began kissing his way down to my mound.
“Daddy, why you stopping? Baby, eat my pussy.” My hand went to his head, tryna push him down, but he slapped my hand hard “Ouch, what the hell?”
“Yo ass think you slick?” He snapped with a knowing look on his face.
Smacking my lips, I rolled my eyes at him.
“So, I can fuck now?” He asked with a slight smirk on his lips.
Again, I rolled my eyes. “No, but you can still eat my pussy.” Grabbing a pillow, Blaze slapped me in the face before getting off me. “So you not gon’ eat my pussy?”
“You gon’ let me fuck and nut?”
He’s so fuckin’ stupid. “No, but I’m horny and my nipples are hard. Please, Blaze?” I whined and pulled on his arm.
He shook his head no. “Hell n’all.”
I was not about to take no for an answer, I was freaking horny. Leaning over him, I kissed his lips down to his neck, going to the spot behind his ear before sucking the lobe into my mouth.
“Then just stick yo tongue out and let me sit on yo face.” I didn’t know why, but I was so freaking horny to the point that it was frustrating and I wanted to cry.
“Let me stick my dick down yo throat then fuck you from the side and I’ll let you ride my face,” was his bargain.
My hands hit his chest before I grabbed the pillow and slapped him in the face with it. I was pissed.
“You’re a dumbass, I swear. Yo ass gon’ remember this shit, black ass.” Grabbing my pillow, I turned on my side, tryna get comfortable.
“No, yo ass ain’t mad. What the fuck I look like making yo ass cum when I can’t? We both outda commission, fuck you thought,” Blaze said, pissing me off more.
“Blaze, shut the fuck up talkin’ to me.” My damn nipples were itching which caused my irritation level to rise.
“On what, yo ass really mad, tho?” The humor in his voice wasn’t helping my pissed off state.
“I can forget yo ass left me at school and make you dinner, but yo ass can’t eat my pussy. That’s okay, you remember that.” Blaze started laughing as he scooted behind me. “Blaze, gon’ now.” His hand came to my breast and he started twisting my nipple then massaging my left tittie. I loved his breast massages, they were so soothing and relaxing. They always put me to sleep in no time.
“Peaches, can we fuck?” He asked as he kissed my neck.
I rolled my eyes at that as a yawn left my mouth. “No.”
Blaze let out a chuckle as he kissed my shoulder. “Then yo ass didn’t forget I left you. I’ma make it up fah leaving you, but I ain’t eating yo pussy when I wanna nut too. Fuck that. My damn dick hurt and my nuts tight, I’m the one that need to be pissed off. So kill that damn attitude and take yo ass to sleep,” he said, squeezing my right tittie.
I was already half a sleep from his massage to my breasts. Letting out another yawn, I scooted closer, pushing my butt more into him.
Blaze groaned at my action, but I paid it no mind. I turned over, practically forcing Blaze on his back as I rolled my naked self on top of him, burying my head into his neck.
“Are you fuckin’ serious, Peaches?”
I fell asleep.
Chapter 11
Blaze
“Peaches,” I shook her and she rolled over on her stomach with a groan.
“No, I’m not having sex with you, go to sleep,” she snapped. Hitting her legs, I laughed before climbing on top of her. “Blaze stop—”
“Shut up, I’m about to go, i’ight? I’ll call you later.” Kissing her cheek, I got up and slapped her on the ass.
“Blaze,” Peaches whined.
I grabbed my gun from the dresser, then tucked it in back of my jeans. Once I had my keys, I started to leave the room, but stopped once Peaches called me.
“Where you about to go?” She asked, rolling over on her side to stare at me with sleepy eyes.
“I gotda make a run. Call me when you get up and we’ll meet up, bet?” She hummed as her arms came out. Pulling up my pants, I got back in bed with her. “What’s up?”
“It’s early—”
“Peach, don’t start that. Take yo ass back to sleep.” I was not about to argue with her ass, it was too early.
She let out a sleepy laugh while stretching her neck up. With a shake of my head I met her halfway. My hand tangled in Peaches hair as I kissed her.
Kissing Peaches automatically made my dick hard. Shid, just looking at her did that much. Peaches had a nigga hooked and it wasn’t shit I could do about it. It wasn’t something I was used to and a part of me hated the side she brought out.
For nineteen years I’d gone without any type of emotional attachment to any bitch, but a few months with Peaches, I get all that. She made a nigga weak and I couldn’t have that shit. At the same time, I didn’t know how to stop the feelings from growing. Then again, part of me ain’t want it to stop.
“Blaze, stay outda trouble,” she mumbled against my lips while pressing her naked body closer to me.
“I always do, now go back to sleep,” I told her while trying to untangle her arms from my waist, but she only held on tighter. “So you not gon’ let me go?” Peaches’ head shook, making me laugh.
No matter how tough she acted, Peaches cared too damn much fah my ass and I ain’t even deserve that shit or her ass. Period. She was too good fah me and I was selfish. No matter how much dirt I did behind her back, I wasn’t letting her go.
“Bae, I gotda go. You gon’ make me late. The longer you keep me here the longer it’s gon’ take me to get back.” She let out a heavy breath before rolling her naked self on top of me. “Come on, bae, why the fuck you playin’?”
“De’Shawn, I’m not playing. Stay out of trouble, I mean it.” That’s the first time she ever called me by my middle name, but the worry that had seeped into her voice along with it had me not saying shit about the use of it.
“Stop worrying, I’ll be straight, i’ight?” Grabbing the side of my face, she leaned down to me.
“You better be,” her lips pressed against mine twice before she pulled back slightly. “I love you,” with that Peaches lips came back on mine.
It was that shit right there that fuck’d with me. Just a minute ago I was ready to bounce, now I ain’t wanna leave her. She made a nigga feel like a bitch and I hated that shit. But because it was her, a part of me didn’t mind it. For that reason again, she made me hate the shit, hell her ass sometimes.
“I’ight, Peach, man, I gotda go.” Lifting her off me, I got out the bed. “Go back to sleep, don’t forget to call me when you up and about.”
Peaches’ lips formed into a pout and I couldn’t do nothing but laugh before I leaned down and kissed her puckered lips.
“I will, don’t forget what I said,” she reminded me and let me go.
Humming my response, I left the room. “Get yo ass off my fuckin’ couch.” I didn’t know why the fuck Peaches’ ass always had that damn cat laying on my damn couch watching TV. I was about to put those two mothafuckas out.
Going to the front closet, I got a few pair of latex gloves from the top shelf. Putting them in my pocket, I left my apartment.
Once I made it to the truck, I called King. “B, where the fuck you at?”
“Just leaving the crib. Y’all at the spot?’ I asked King as I drove out the parking lot.
“Not yet, on my way now, tho.” Replied King.
“How the fuck you gon’ ask where I’m at and yo ass ain’t even there? You dumb as fuck, I
see where Peaches get that shit from,” I told him as I stopped at a red light, reached in the armrest and grabbed the pack of Newport 100’s. I took a square out and lit it.
“Fuck you, nigga. I’m tellin’ her ass too. Aye, but swing by Bell’s crib and pick his ass up.” King saying that had me busting a U-turn so I could jump on the highway.
“What the fuck wrong with his car?”
“He got some bitch up over there. I guess he gon’ let her use it. Shid, I don’t know, just pick his ass up.”
Hanging up on King, I got off on Hobart’s exit then made my way to Bellow’s crib.
***
It was five thirty-five a.m. when I pulled in front of Bell’s house. He was already outside leaning into the window of his Suburban. Coming to a stop on the side of him, I rolled the window down.
“Nigga, lets go or get left,” I hollered out to him.
Bellow looked at me and then back to ol’ girl saying something to her before getting in the truck.
“Hey, Blaze.” The chick spoke with a wave. She looked familiar as hell, but I couldn’t place her face.
“What’s up?” Once Bellow closed his door I was about to pull off, but ol’ girl started talking again.
“Aye, is Peaches at yours or at home?” She asked and I looked at Bell.
“She’s at my crib, what’s yo name?” I asked, not able to place her face.
She gave me this look like I stank or some shit before her eyes rolled up.
“Fuck you rolling yo damn eyes fah? Because I asked fah yo name?” Man, those bitches and they fuck’d up ass attitudes made mothafuckas wanna strangle they ass. Bellow’s laughing caused me to look at him. “Fuck you laughing for? Ain’t shit funny, you better check her ass.”
“B, that’s Peaches friend, Kim,” he told me.
My brows rose as my head nodded. “Mm,” That’s why she looked familiar. “I’ight,” with that I pulled off, heading down town to the old Steel Mill. “So you fuckin’ with Peaches’ girl. You know all those mothafuckas crazy, right? I’m talkin’ bout cut yo dick off crazy. Look what they ass was about to do to yo brotha,” I said, stopping at a light. Reaching over into the glove compartment, I grabbed a dime bag and two swishers then tossed it to Bellow. “Roll that.”