by J Peach
“That ain’t got shit to do with me,” Blaze told her, making me roll my eyes as I looked at King who hadn’t said a thing. He just looked… I don’t know, lost or something.
Or maybe he was thinking…
Getting off of Blaze’s lap, I moved over to King. I lay my head on his shoulder until he suddenly jumped up, making everybody look at him.
“Yo, don’t his cousin or somebody live right off of Martin Luther King Drive? They got like a barn or some shit down that dirt road,” he said.
Blaze shrugged as I leaned back on him. “Shit, I don’t know. I always met that nigga in public,” Blaze told him.
“I only see his ass around the way,” Bellow added before going back to mess with Kimmy, tryna pull her onto his lap.
“N’all, dude cousin live over there. I use to fuck with her, that’s how I met his ass,” King was saying, already heading for the door.
“King, hold up,” Blaze moved me off his lap and got up. “Hold up,” he was saying as he ran into the room.
“King—” I stated, but shut up from the look he gave me.
“Don’t ask questions, i’ight? Just stay here until I come back,” he told me and I sat back down. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what they were about to do and I wasn’t about to question it.
Blaze came out of the room a few seconds later, pulling his shirt over his jeans. “Let’s go,” he said while pulling on his shoes. “We can take the Impala. You driving.” Blaze threw the keys to King before coming to me. “Yo ass bet not leave this damn apartment.” He gave me a quick kiss.
“What if he ain’t there?” Wayne asked. And if looks could kill they all would’ve killed his ass.
“Send a message you dumb mothafucka,” Blaze snapped as King and Bellow shook their heads. “His ass ain’t going. I ain’t got time fah stupid mothafuckas, man. Yo ass don’t leave, Sam gon’ come pick you up,” Blaze was saying as he typed something on his phone. “I’ma call you. And get that damn girl out my fuckin’ kitchen.”
“Okay. Wait. I don’t have a phone.”
Blaze let out a sigh. “Yo ass, man. Here, don’t be going through my shit either.” Rolling my eyes, I took his phone as I gave him another kiss.
“Man, gon’ with that cake shit, dude. Come on,” Bellow told Blaze. Laughing, I pulled back.
“Bitch, fuck you. Don’t worry about this,” Blaze laughed as he stood up straight.
“Be safe,” I yelled. King and Blaze gave me funny looks before they left the apartment, but Bellow’s ass stood there looking at Kimmy.
“So you ain’t gon’ kiss me and tell me to be safe?” He asked her.
“Hell n’all. Get on now,” she said, waving him off.
“Gon’ with that cake shit,” I told him, making Kimmy laugh.
“I know, right,” Kimmy agreed.
“Fuck both y’all. Yo ass bet not leave this apartment either,” he repeated Blaze’s words to Kim and she rolled her eyes as he walked out.
“Kimmy, what’s that about?” I asked with a raised brow.
“I don’t know, but he will not leave me alone. His ass followed me home and I didn’t even realize it.”
I started laughing as she said that. “What happened when you did?”
“Girl, I ran my ass in the crib and locked the doors.” I fell back on the couch laughing hard, but my laughter soon died as Missy came into view.
“Missy, if yo ass don’t go put that damn Lasagna back that man will kill everybody in this apartment,” I snapped at Missy.
“He ain’t gon’ eat—” She did not know Blaze.
“The fuck he ain’t. His momma made that. You better put that shit back, best believe I ain’t getting smacked because of yo ass. I promise.”
I didn’t mean to cut Kimmy off, but seeing Missy, oh, hell no. That man would lose his shits. Blaze loved his moms Lasagna and I didn’t have time to be fighting with him.
“Okay, whatever. Damn.” She went back in the kitchen.
I looked at Kim and she rolled her eyes before turning her gaze on Wayne who was quiet.
“Why you hang with them? I mean, besides betting, you seem outda place?” Kim asked him and he glared at her, which had my brows furrowing.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up.” The room got dead silent as we stared at dude. He ain’t even know her and he just snapped. “What the fuck you bitches looking at? I don’t know why they left you hoes here.” Kimmy just started swinging. “Nigga, I got yo fuckin’ bitch and hoe.”
Grabbing Kimmy by the throat, he tossed her on the couch before getting on top of her. Oh, hell no! Getting up, I grabbed Wayne by the back of his shirt and yanked him hard off of her. Once he fell to the floor, I started stomping on his face.
“Nuh-uh, move, Peaches!” Kimmy pushed me out the way. Getting on top of him with her spiked knuckles, she laid punch after punch before getting up. Then we started stomping his ass, not once giving him a chance to get up.
“Oh, shit!” I heard Missy yell before I felt her next to me, jumping in and stomping on Wayne.
“Ol’ disrespectful ass bitch! Kim, slice this nigga, man, boss. Fuck he think he is? Show his ass what we hoes do fuck ass niggas,” I told her. I was beyond pissed, I hated a disrespectful ass nigga. Those mothafuckas was gon’ learn we wasn’t them plastic ass bitches they fucked with. “Cut his fucking lips off— N’all, fuck that, cut this nigga dick off and turn his ass into a bitch, with his fuck ass,” I spat out, kicking him in the face again.
“Here, Kim. I got that machete in my bag,” Missy said, walking to her bag then coming back. “There you go, mami,” Missy said excitedly. Wayne’s ass was in a daze so he probably didn’t hear shit.
“Let’s drag his ass in the kitchen. Blaze will flip the fuck out if blood gets on his carpet,” I told them before grabbing his arms.
Once we had him in the kitchen, Missy stomped on his dick at the same time I kicked his ass in the mouth. Moving back, I went to the pantry and got the duct tape. I tore off a long piece and put it over his mouth before I threw the tape to Missy. “Tape his hands and feet up.”
Missy didn’t hesitate as she grabbed the tape.
“Peaches, hold him up,” she instructed and I did, even though he was heavy.
Dude was out. He was nothing but dead weight.
Missy started taping his forearms to his body, wrapping the tape around him about ten times before tearing it off. She did the same to his wrists, bounding them to his sides, which was smart as hell. Lastly, she taped his ankles together.
“Kimmy pulled his pants down. How we gon’ wake his ass up?” I asked them and they shrugged. Grabbing a cup of cold water, I threw it on him.
“Yo, Peaches!” The three of us froze as Sam called my name.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Kimmy whisper/yelled at me.
“To pick this nigga up. I forgot he was coming. Shit, shit, shit! Let’s drag his ass to the closet—” I was whispering to them just as he rounded the corner.
“The fuck? Oh, hell n’all. You mothafuckas crazy. What the fuck is y’all doing?” Sam asked as his eyes jumped from the four of us to the machete in Kimmy’s hand to Wayne’s dick. “Hell n’all. The fuck he do to y’all?”
“He called Kimmy a bitch, then us some hoes,” I told him and he looked at me like I was dumb.
“And you choose to cut that man’s dick off in Blaze’s kitchen?” Grabbing his phone, he dialed a number and Missy nudged me.
“We can knock his ass out—”
“I wish you would, I’ma pop yo ass. Fuck with me,” Sam told her, his gun already pulled, making me roll my eyes.
“Boy, put that damn thing up. Ain’t nobody gon’ do shit to yo ass—”
“B, get yo ass home. These mothafuckas done— check yo phone. Well, King’s phone then.” Sam took a picture.
“Wait, don’t send it. We’ll pay you, just help us get rid of his body,” Missy bargained, making both Kimmy and I laugh.
“Y’all
some crazy ass chicks. Leave his ass like that until they come back. Man, let his damn dick go,” Sam snapped.
Kimmy quickly let it go before wiping her hands on Wayne’s pants. “Bitch ass nigga,” Kim said, stomping on his shit.
That woke his ass up.
“Whatever. Bet that ass gon’ think twice before he calls another female a bitch,” I said, stepping over him and going back into the living room. “Hey, pretty boy. What you been doing? I haven’t seen you in a minute.” He didn’t say anything, just handed me the phone. “Hello?”
“Yo ass really gon’ do that shit in my kitchen. I’m slapping the fuck outda yo ass as soon—”
“Blaze, what happened? Was he there?” I asked, cutting him off.
“Don’t ask no questions. But I’m slapping yo ass when I get back,” he said, making me roll my eyes.
“You gon’ slap my cheek or my ass?” I asked, making him laugh.
“Both, so be ready when I get there. Now put Sam back on the phone. Aye, what ol’ boy do?”
“He disrespectful. He called Kimmy a bitch, then us some hoes—”
“He called you a hoe?” Blaze asked, cutting me off. I could hear the slight anger in his voice.
“Yeah, he called us some hoes.” I could just picture him nodding his head.
“Don’t worry about it. Put Sam on the phone.” Handing Sam the phone, I lay back on the couch and started laughing as what we had been about to do actually hit me.
“We were about fuck him up.” The three of us looked at one another before we burst out laughing.
“Man, that shit was crazy, though. Missy ass crazy in real life, who the hell carries around a damn machete?” Kim laughed, slapping her leg.
Missy raised her hand. “Bitch, I lived in the Bronx. Folk’s crazy out there, I kept my gun and machete on me, bitch, stop playin’.” That was true, folks out there were crazy as hell.
“True,” Kimmy and I agreed.
“She just called you like two bitches, I don’t see you tryna kill her,” Sam stated, making us look at him.
“It’s different. But why do you hang with them? You seem different,” Kimmy asked. I swear she was weird sometimes. “You don’t slang and you ain’t a corner boy. What’s yo story?”
Sam looked at me and I shrugged. “You can tell all that by looking at me?”
She nodded before grabbing his hand. “You’re finger nails aren’t dirty. Most slangers’ nails aren’t this clean, theirs are tarnished, looks dirty. You a hood, just a clean one. So what are you?” Kim asked.
“You weird as fuck, stop talkin’ to me,” Sam told her.
I burst out laughing as I hit Sam. “Sam, don’t do her. Kim that was a little out there,” I told her as I got up to get the remote to the TV.
Chapter 26
Peaches
“Peaches?”
“Hmm?” I mumbled while turning over on my stomach and burying my face into the pillow. A groan slipped through my lips as I felt the body weight of someone pressed into my back.
“Peaches?”
“Blaze, stop biting me. I’m woke.” Getting off my back, Blaze lay next to me. Rolling over, I scooted closer to him. “What happened?” I asked with a yawn.
“Shit, he wasn’t there.” He shrugged before rolling on top of me. “Why the hell you gon’ tell them to cut that man’s dick off?”
My eyes opened then to focus on him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Those bitches did not rat me out. “Who said it was my idea?”
“The big lip one said it when I put her ass out. I don’t like that damn girl and I don’t want none of they asses back over here besides the chubby one. She’s i’ight,” he said referring to Kimmy and making me roll my eyes.
“Where’s King?” I asked as I stretched my neck to kiss him.
“He went to find that big mouth girl.” Sitting up, he pulled his shirt off and mine. Then proceeded to undress us.
He took off the boxers I had on, got off the bed and took off the rest of his clothes. Reaching in the drawer, he grabbed a condom.
Sitting up on my knees, I went to him, kissing his lips first before trailing down to his neck. I sucked hard at the skin, making sure I left a mark before I continued kissing down to his throat, then chin, and back to his lips.
My tongue flicked over both the bottom then the top before I went to his chest, kissing each peck and letting my tongue flick over his right then left nipple. Moving down, I kissed my way to his pelvis.
Blaze’s hand tangled into my hair before he jerked my head back.
“You ain’t gotda do that.” His grip tightened in my hair as my hand stroke along his erection, moving from his base to the mushroom tip.
I knew I didn’t have to. Hell, I didn’t even know what the fuck I was doing.
“I know.” My tongue flicked over his tip, lapping over the sweet/salty pre-cum. The taste wasn’t as disgusting as I thought it to be, so I kept going. Bringing his tip into my mouth, I began sucking on it as my hand stroked him up and down.
Blaze was thick and long, there was no way I could take him all the way in, but I’d watched a few flicks.
Hearing Blaze cuss and groan had me feeling good. The sounds meant he was enjoying what I was doing. Pulling back, I licked along his shaft as my hand massaged his sack. Spitting on his dick, I stroked him slightly faster as my mouth wrapped around his tip once more. My head bobbed up and down as I sucked, taking more of him in.
Blaze must have forgotten I didn’t know what I was doing because he suddenly pushed my head down, forcing his dick farther into my mouth, making me gag.
“Fuck!” His hips bucked forward. Gagging or not, he was enjoying it and that boosted my excitement. Sucking harder, my head bobbed faster as his dick pushed against the inside of my jaw.
My jaws sank in as I sucked then released him with a pop. Again, I licked along his shaft before going to his sack, sucking it into my mouth.
Blaze let out a grunt as my hand worked his dick while my mouth sucked on his balls.
I was soon pulled away from his sack and pushed on my back. Within a second, Blaze was on top and thrusting inside of me, his mouth covering mine.
His pelvis slapped into mine, causing the wet sound of our skin coming together to echo loudly into the room along with our moaning and groaning.
God, I love his roughness.
My hands gripped his ass, holding him to me as he slowed down with a roll of his hips. Blaze pulled halfway out then he pushed back in.
His long strokes were driving me crazy, so much so that my nails bit into his ass. Breaking the kiss, embarrassing sound after sound left my mouth. But I didn’t care, it was too good.
Blaze’s hands came to my thighs, he spread them wide, pressing my thighs to the bed as he started his deep, hard, but short strokes. That made me scream out from the pleasurable pain he was causing by hitting my cervix repeatedly.
My left hand gripped the back of his neck as his head dipped down. His mouth went to my breast, sucking at my left nipple then doing the same to my right.
My inner muscles tightening around Blaze made him groan as his thrusting became frantic, his pumping harder, faster. My back arched, my pelvis pushed more into him as I began to shudder from the orgasm that rippled through my body.
Blaze’s hands tightened painfully on my thighs as his pelvis slapped into mine once, twice, then again. He let out a grunt, his lower body jerked into me as he came a few seconds after.
We just lay there in that position, Blaze’s forehead on my shoulder as we both panted heavily. My right hand went to the nap of his neck and traced to the middle of his head then back again as my left hand moved along his spine.
Blaze’s head rose and his mouth came to mine. His tongue slid between my parted lips. Opening wider for him, he sucked on my top then bottom lip before his head tilted to the side, deepening the kiss.
I felt Blaze grow hard once more and he began moving inside of me, causing a muffled moan to le
ave from the both of us.
My hand slid to his ass, pushing him more into me as my arm wrapped around his neck. Breaking the kiss, a gasp left my mouth. I breathed him in as he thrust hard and deep into my tunnel.
Rolling us over, Blaze sat up, his hands going to my hips. Lifting me up, he slid me down on his soldier once more. His mouth came to mine as I started rocking on him, going slow at first. Then tightening my inner muscle around his dick, I rocked faster.
My hands went to his knees and my head went back as I started bouncing.
One hand left his knee, coming between our bodies. Going to my clit, I began toying with my small pearl, rubbing as Blaze’s mouth came to my nipple.
“Turn over.” I didn’t need to be told twice.
Getting off of him, I got on all fours. Blaze’s hand went to the back of my neck, pushing my head to the mattress. I felt his tip run through my slit before he lined up to my contracting sex. He pushed his tip in and then pulled out.
His hand came down on my ass, causing my inner muscles to clench. It came down once more and he thrust deep inside of me. Gripping the sheets tightly, I let out a loud moan as I matched his pace.
Blaze let out a groan as he moved faster. I shook and threw my ass back, moving with him. It wasn’t long before my muscles tightened, my body started shaking and I was cumming like a running faucet and screaming like a banshee.
Blaze held tightly onto my hips, thrusting a few more times before he came.
We collapsed on the bed, panting just like before if not harder. Sweat coated our heated bodies, I felt so dehydrated, but so satisfied that I couldn’t complain.
Blaze suddenly let out a laugh.
“Man, my damn balls and my dick ache. My fuckin’ stomach hurt, a nigga can’t be fuckin’ like this. Shid, I’m old.” Even though I shouldn’t have been about to, I laughed and couldn’t stop. Blaze just said stupid shit after sex. Like who said that when they were the one who started the shit? I stopped laughing once I felt him get hard.
“Blaze, fah real? Hell n’all, what the fuck you take?” I whined, but wouldn’t deny him if he wanted to go another round. Sex with him was just amazing, plus some. Dehydrated and all, I was still willing.