by J Peach
“I ain‘t kiss her, she kissed me. But so what, I kissed yo dumbass that same day and you ain’t see Peaches jumping at yo ass.” Her facial expression went blank as she looked at me. “Man, fuck you.”
“Do you sometimes hear the shit that comes out yo mouth. Her ass didn’t jump on me because when we kissed she was nowhere around.”
“Hell n’all, I ain’t ever gon’ kiss you in front of Peaches. That mothafucka dangerous, both our asses would’ve been shot,” I told her, only half playing. I wouldn’t put shit pasted Peaches crazy ass. On some real shit ain’t no hoe in her at all.
Krystal laughed, shaking her head. Shid, I ain’t know why she was shaking her head fah, I was dead serious.
“I ain’t worried about her, you just better stop tryna play me like I’m some stalker. When truth be told you want to be around me just as much,” she stated and I laughed. “Nigga, don’t laugh because yo ass blows up my phone. Well, you did before this last fight.”
I shrugged at that. “I guess, Krystal. You can use the Charger until yo car gets fixed.”
“Right, so yo girl can come at me about driving yo car?” She asked.
Lighting the cigarette, I inhaled, licked my lips and blew the smoke out. “Peaches, ain’t got no say in shit that’s mine. Now if you want it, just say so,” I told her while blowing smoke into her face. Taking the square from me, she put it to her lips, inhaling then blowing it out.
“Okay. I do need to get back and forth to work, so yeah, I want it. Just make sure she doesn’t try anything if she sees me in your car.”
I didn’t know about talkin’ to Peaches when it came to Krystal. I had to scratch my head on that, especially with her ass thinking she posted that video.
“Don’t worry about Peaches. As long as you don’t step to her, she ain’t gon’ think about yo ass,” I told her truthfully and she nodded her head while dropping the cigarette in an ashtray. Krystal then grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off before her head went into the side of my neck. Lifting up, she undid my jeans while she sucked on my neck. I grabbed a handful of her head and yanked her head back. “Make me fuck you up, don’t leave no damn marks on me.”
“You already got a mark—”
“Don’t worry what the fuck I already got, just don’t leave no fuckin’ marks.” Krystal got off my lap and sat on the side of me on her knees. “Hold up.” Standing up, I pulled my gun from my jeans, sitting it on the arm of the couch. As I did, Krystal sat up, pulling my boxers down. My dick stood against my stomach.
She leaned forward and licked the tip, lapping up the pre-cum that leaked before swirling her tongue around the head then wrapping her mouth around it and sucking. Pulling away, her mouth popped as she came up only to suck my dick into her mouth once more, going down further, sucking. My hips thrust up as my hand went to the back of her head, pushing it down.
Krystal could suppress her gag reflexes like no other. After the first time she gave me head her ass perfected that shit, relaxing and breathing through her nose. I ain’t never fuck’d a bitch throat like hers. She was good, had a nigga sprung to the point that I didn’t want nobody sucking my dick besides her ass. Couldn’t nobody do it like she did, but at the same time, I wasn’t gon’ pass up no head.
One of her hands massaged my balls while the other held onto my right hip as I fuck’d her throat. Reaching down, my hand slapped her ass, causing Krystal to let out a moan. The vibration of her moan had me ready to nut down her throat as my grip tightened in her hair.
Pulling back, Krystal licked the ridged ends under the head before rolling her tongue around the rim a few times. Then she pulled me back into her mouth, sucking.
“Fuck!”
Krystal sucked on my tip harder as her hand moved up and down my shaft. She had a niggas toes curling as tingles ran through my body, legs stiffening, heart pounding, dick throbbing like a mothafucka. My hips jerked and Krystal took me deep until her mouth was pressed against my pelvis. She moaned, causing me to nut. My hands held her head to me as my hips jerked.
Flopping down on the couch, my body felt numb from that hard nut. Besides fuckin’ Peaches, I ain’t never came so hard and still was horny as fuck. I wanted to fuck, I needed to get the fuck up outda there before I had her ass bent over with her face pressed into the damn couch.
Krystal slowly started kissing up my stomach to my chest before I could move. Straddling my hips, she sat right on my dick, her hips rolling as she sucked on my neck. Bitch knew what she doing.
I yanked her head back and she laughed. “Don’t leave no damn marks.”
My hands gripped tightly on her ass before slapping both cheeks. Moaning, she started grinding and rolling her hips.
“Why the fuck you wanna play?” She knew what the fuck she was doing.
“You the one playing, I want to feel more than just your mouth and fingers. I wanna feel every part of you on, against, and inside of me. Blaze, I love you.” Fuck’d up part about what she said, she meant it.
Before I could respond my phone started ringing, Krystal lifted up, then reached in my pocket and handed it to me. Looking at the screen and seeing Peaches’ name, I groaned before rejecting the call.
“I already know you told me this morning, but I wanted you to know. I don’t do this and I don’t like the fact that I’m basically your side thing, but I can’t change how I feel. Even though you’re a mean dick, you’re also considerate and brutally honest and I like that.”
“You may not see it now or want to admit it, I don’t know, but don’t be so quick to say what’s not when you never really know. And I say that because if you truly felt nothing for me, you would’ve left when I first said I love you. Blaze, you wouldn’t have let me stop you, it may not be love, but it’s something.”
Lust, is what it was. “Krystal, man,” My words got cut off as my phone started ringing again.
“Answer it.”
Peaches’ name lit up the screen. “Go get dressed,” I told Krystal, nodding towards the hallway. Without sayin’ another word, she got up and walked out. “What’s up?” Answering the phone, I stood up and fixed my pants.
“Nothing, where you at?” Peaches asked.
“Nosy ass, I’m at a friends. What’s up, tho?”
She smacked her lips as I said that. “Ugh, what’s wrong with you?”
“Yo ass and that damn cat you left on my couch. I almost threw her ass over the balcony.” Peaches laughed and I could just picture her ass rolling those damn eyes. “Don’t be rolling yo eyes, those mothafuckas gon’ get stuck one day.”
“Shut up, don’t play Cherry, she haven’t done nothing to you. So where you at and why didn’t you wake me up when you left?” Leaving the living room, I walked into Krystal’s room just as she came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her. Flopping on the bed, I watched her.
“Bae, we talked for like a half hour. Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?” I asked her.
“We did?” She got quiet for a second. “Oops, sorry. I thought that was a dream.” The line suddenly got quiet for a few seconds. “I missed you this morning, you should’ve stayed. I know what I said last night about you not getting none, but this morning I was gon’ slip.’
Damn, I could picture her biting into the corner of her lower lip as she said that.
“Bae, everything was planned out in my head. We was gon’ have morning sex, then I was gon’ make you breakfast. Naked. Then we was gon’ have kitchen sex on the counter, then on the table, against the fridge—”
“Where you at?” I asked and she started laughing. “I’ma beat yo ass, Peaches. Why you wanna tease me like that? When I have yo ass gagged and tied to the bed making that ass red, yo ass bet not say shit.” Mothafuckin’ tease.
“I’m not teasing. You know I love you, so why would I tease you?” She asked, laughing. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” Peaches said, still laughing.
“Fuck you, man. And yo ass bogus as hell fah falling asleep on me lik
e that. If I was a dirty mothafucka I would’ve fuck’d yo ass while you was sleep,” I told her.
“Whatever. You probably did slip in a get a few pumps with your horny ass. Miss Kitty is kinda sore—” I laughed as she said that. Shid, it wasn’t my fault my dick stay hard whenever I was around her. “It’s not funny, I think you’re a sex addict.”
“Man, shut the fuck up. What the hell you want?” I said making her laugh.
“Nothing, I missed you this morning is all. I was on my way to the store to get something for dinner as well as some food for my place. I think it’s time Cherry and I went home. I miss my place—”
“Are you inviting me over?” I asked while watching Krystal pull on a black thong and the matching black, lacy bra. Looking back at me, she raised a brow before smiling. “I’ma slap the fuck outda you, hurry yo ass up.” Krystal knew I was looking so her ass wanted to play. It didn’t take that fuckin’ long to get dressed.
“Who the hell you think you’re talking to?” Peaches snapped into the phone.
“Chill, I ain’t talkin’ to you and you ain’t answer my question. Are you inviting me over?” I asked and Peaches hummed.
“No, not tonight. Um…” Peaches trailed off, then cleared her throat. I ain’t like that.
“What the hell is um?” I asked her.
“Um, no, not tonight. The girls and I are going out. Ebony and King are going through something, so we’re taking her out to get her mind off of his triflin’ ass. I would invite you, but… It’s girls only.”
“Mhm, so I’m not gon’ see you tonight is what you tellin me?” I didn’t like that fact. I mean, I liked sleeping and waking up to her mean ass.
“Not really. I can come by when we leave the club. If you want me to,” No doubt she was biting on her bottom lip, not sure of what I was gonna say. Looking back at Krystal, she stood in front of the mirror smoothing out the grey and black thigh length dress with her hands.
“Yeah, come through. But I’ma see yo ass before you leave with them nappy headed tricks—” Peaches started laughing, cutting me off.
“B, don’t play my bitches, okay. You always talkin’ about some damn body and yes, you’re going to see me. I’m getting ready at yours— Hold on. Thanks Bianca, I’ma have to frame these. Those burgers were the bomb, you don’t mind if I make another one to take with me, do you?”
Hearing that, I quickly sat up on the bed, making Krystal look at me.
“Go ahead, girl, take two. Get some of that lettuce and cheese too.” Hearing my mom talking, I stood up. Why the hell she over there? “Here’s a container to put it in. I want my container back, don’t make me come looking for your little ass,” My mom said to Peaches, making her laugh.
“No, I promise I’ll bring it back tomorrow. Thanks again. Cherry,” Peaches yelled in my ear, calling that damn cat.
“Girl leave that cat here, she’s keeping Britt’s worrisome ass occupied. I might have to keep your cat,” my mom told her.
“Cherry’s spoiled as hell, she’s not gon’ leave me. Plus, King gave her to me. Bianca, we’ll have to fight over that cat,” Peaches said.
“That’s cool with me, she’s such a sweetie. I’ll give you Britt— Are you on the phone?” My mom asked her.
“Oh dang, I forgot about Blaze.” How the hell she forgets I’m on the damn phone? “Hey, bae, let me call you back—’
“Wait, you at my moms? The fuck you doing with her?” Peaches and my moms together, nothing good could come from that.
“Yes, I am. She called and asked me to come over, said she had something for me. Why you say it like that? I like yo momma.’
Hell n’all! “Didn’t I tell yo ass to stay away from my moms?” I asked.
“Why is that, Booney? Why can’t she be around me?” No Peaches ass didn’t put me on speaker.
“Peaches, I’m slapping the fuck outda you as soon as I see yo ass.” Peaches and my moms started laughing.
“Boon, watch your mouth and you bet not put yo hands on her, otherwise I’ma kick yo ass like she did—” Peaches burst out laughing, cutting my moms words off. Her ass always bring that shit up, I’ma fuck around and beat both they ass.
“Why would you say that? I’m gone, bye Momma. I’ll call before I come tomorrow.” She just called her momma, when did these mothafuckas get so damn cool?
“Bye, sweetie. Bye Booney!” My moms yelled in the background. Shaking my head, I laid back on the bed.
“Sorry about that, I love your momma. So where you at?” Peaches asked again.
“I’m with a friend. What you ‘bout to do, tho?”
“About to meet the girls at the mall and then go get my hair done. And if you’re at home, I’ma come over, if not I’m going to mines,” she explained.
“I’ight, call me before you get your head done and let me know what shop you going to.”
“Okay. Bye, daddy.” I laughed at her ass.
“I’ight, little mama.” Hanging up, I shook my head while putting my phone in my pocket. Peaches ass was crazy as fuck, but that was bae, no doubt.
“If you’re done, I’m ready,” the attitude in Krystal’s voice was evident. I don’t know why I didn’t just leave her dumbass.
“Man, check that fuckin’ attitude.” I got up and stretched, looking at Krystal. ”Fuck you staring at?” She rolled her eyes, turned around and walked out of the room mumbling something. “Stupid actin’ mothafucka.” After getting my stuff, I headed to the front door with Krystal right behind me.
“Where we going?” She asked once we got in the truck.
I didn’t reply back to her as I started the truck. I turned on the radio, turning up Yellow Tape by Fat Joe and pulled out of the driveway, speeding down the block.
Chapter 16
Blaze
We arrived at the parking garage where I kept the charger as well as my Royal Blue, ‘76 Chevy Caprice.
“You sure it’s cool I use your car? Blaze, I’m serious, I don’t want no problems with yo girl,” Krystal said as I grabbed the keys from my glove compartment.
After taking my house key off, I handed her the car keys. “My car. Peaches can’t tell me who can drive my shit, so don’t worry about her.”
“Okay, so what are you about to get into?” She asked, turning in her seat to look at me.
“Make a few moves before Peaches call,” I told her.
“When am I going to see you again?” She asked while rubbing my arm.
Letting out a heavy breath, my left hand ran over my head then down my face. I licked my lips and stared at her. “Shid, call me. Now get yo ass out.” Smacking her lips, she rolled her eyes and I muffed her ass. “Don’t be rolling yo fuckin’ eyes. What I tell yo ass about that damn attitude?” I asked Krystal as she rolled her eyes again.
“Don’t put yo damn hands on me, if you don’t really got shit to do then why we can’t do something until yo girl call?”
Man… “I done spent most of the morning with yo ass, boss, don’t start that stupid shit.” I couldn’t have a clingy ass chick, especially if she wasn’t my bitch.
“I’m not starting nothing, I’m just asking why we can’t do something until yo girl calls you.”
“We can’t, i’ight. Just take that and call me later or don’t, it doesn’t matter. Now get the fuck out.” Reaching over her, I pushed the door open and Krystal pushed me.
“You gon’ open the door, for real—” She pushed me back into my seat with an attitude before she closed the door.
“Krystal, get out. We done kicked it, now I’m about to find something else to do. I’ll get up with you when you call.” When she didn’t move, I again reached over and opened the door, but this time I pushed her towards it. “Man, get the fuck out.”
“Blaze, don’t be pushing on me—”
“Then get the fuck out, damn,” I pushed her again towards the door, but a bit harder this time.
Krystal reached over and tried to slap me, but missed. After her open hand swu
ng, she jumped out of the truck. “Fuck you, Blaze. I ain’t that bitch, you not gon’ keep putting yo fuckin’ hands on me,” Krystal snapped, slamming my door and I rolled the window down.
“Get the fuck outda here with that bullshit, man. You the one getting clingy and pissy ‘cause I don’t wanna do shit with yo dumbass. Shut the fuck up with that, I told yo ass to call me later and I probably would’ve came through. If yo ass gon’ be ‘bout this then I’m best off chillin’ with Peaches and her dumbass friends. So you better check that shit.” I threw the truck in reverse, then turned around, heading for the exit.
“Wait!” Krystal yelled.
I stopped four cars down from where she stood and looked in my mirror. Standing there, she waved her hands, motioning for me come back. Instead, I put the truck in park, making her ass walk down to me. When she finally made it to the truck, I rolled the window down.
“You could’ve pulled back.”
“What the fuck you want?” I asked and Krystal let out a sigh before opening the driver’s door.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you, we just getting back cool and I don’t want to ruin that because I can’t keep my feelings in check. I just really want to do something with you, but since that’s not going to happen today, when am I going to see you again?” She was irritating the hell out of me.
“I told yo ass to call me, now get the fuck off me. I gotda go.” I pushed her back then closed the door.
“Blaze, don’t be like that. I’ma call you tonight.” She opened the door once again and leaned in on me.
My head nodded, “You do that.” She pressed her lips to mine, kissing me before getting out of the truck. “Hold up.” I reached in my pocket, got my money and pulled off a few bills. I handed them to her. “Put some gas in the car and get it washed. Can’t have my shit out here looking dusty. Don’t have no niggas in my fuckin’ car either.” I was dead ass serious about that.
“Man, whatever. You know I wouldn’t do that, so don’t play me. And I got my own money,” she said, closing the door.