by J Peach
“Look, I—” Again I was cut off as he suddenly jerked my body to his and his lips roughly came down on mine, making me laugh before I pulled back. “Silverio, we can’t—,” my protest was ignored as he pulled me back against his body. “Sly, we can’t do this here.” I mumbled between kisses, but just like before, he said nothing. Instead his hands grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. Once off he pushed me on his desk.
Sly removed my shoes then pulled down my scrub bottoms with my panties while I worked on the buttons of his shirt. After the last button came undone, I made quick work with his belt, pulling his jeans and boxers down his hips.
“Vas a dejarme entrar?” You’re going to let me in? Sly asked, pausing. Nodding my head, he looked at me a bit harder, longer, searching my expression for any doubt. “You’re sure?” He asked, his Spanish accent thick with lust.
It was beyond sexy and made me hornier. I was already sexually frustrated, thinking and dreaming of Blaze’s ass. Sly was just what I needed at the moment, a reliever.
I was tired of being a fuckin virgin!
“Sí, papí. Quiero sentirte.” Yes, Daddy. I want to feel you. I whispered, my tongue flicked over his lips as my arms locked around his neck.
Sly groaned in the back of his throat before his lips came back down on mine, sucking on both my top and bottom lip before his tongue slipped into my mouth. The thrust of his hips caused his hard dick to slide into my fold and rub against my swelling pearl.
A moan left my mouth as he pulled away, causing the sound to echo though the room.
Sly kissed his way down my neck, going to my breasts, taking them both in his hands and squeezing before sucking the right nipple into his mouth while pinching and rolling the other.
“Sly, don’t tease, eat my pussy, baby,” I moaned out. We only had an hour for lunch and if he kept at that pace I wouldn’t get my squirt, nor would he get to nut like I planned on us both doing.
“Beautiful, I plan on tasting every part of you,” he said while kissing down my stomach to my pelvis.
My hand fisted into his hair, hips rose off the desk as he ran his tongue down to my sex, causing my legs to widen instinctively.
“Eager, aren’t we?” He didn’t even know the half of it, if only he knew this desperate ache wasn’t because of him.
“Sly, Por Favor!” Please! I panted in an anxious tone.
With my words and his groan, Sly started to feast.
His lips sucked on my swollen nub as his hands kept my thighs apart. My teeth sank into my bottom lip hard to keep from screaming out in pleasure as his mouth and tongue tortured my clit.
As Sly nipped then sucked on my hardened pearl, his head pulled back as his fingers parted my lower lips. Then he continued to wreak havocs on my sensitive skin. He pinched, rubbed and then spanked my sensitive clit, causing my hips to rise off of the desk and more against his franticly moving fingers.
My head went back as my hand ran over his silky, smooth hair before grabbing the back of his head and grinding my pussy against his face to meet the strokes of his tongue. My legs soon started to shake, making Sly suck harder.
“Ah! Fuck! Sly, baby, harder! Chuparme más duro papí!” Suck my pussy harder, Daddy! I moaned loudly, my hips bucked, muscles tightened, thighs shaking as my back arched.
“Coño, me encanta el sabor de tu crica. Te vienes para mí, mami” Damn, I love the taste of your pussy, baby, cum for me mami Sly mumbled against my sex, as his hand slapped hard against my throbbing pussy once, then twice before his mouth came back to my clit. My body shook violently and I came hard into his mouth.
Sly greedily licked, sucked up every drop of my sweet nectar.
Heavily panting, I fell against the desk while trying to come down from my orgasmic high.
“Sweet, but messy like always,” Sly commented with a laugh.
“Fuck you. Don’t complain now.” I chuckled before reaching into his top drawer and grabbing a condom. I was a virgin, but I loved the feel of his tip pushing inside me. We didn’t have sex fully, but what we did wasn’t far from it. Plus, Sly was the only guy I did that with. I knew it was torture for him, but he never made a fuss about it, nor had he ever tried going farther when I did let him in.
“Baby, I’m not complaining, I love it and you know that. Just don’t like the mess I have to clean afterwards.” He laughed again while sitting me up and I hit him, laughing as well because it was true.
Opening the condom, I rolled it down him then placed his dick at my sex. My lips came to his as my right arm wrapped around his neck, the other still holding his hardened dick as he slowly pushed forward.
A part of me was hoping that this day he would go further and push all the way so I could get it over with and no longer be a virgin.
Sly’s tip pushing inside my pussy had me sucking in a breath. It had been a year, if not longer, since I’d let him do that, but I needed it. Getting head wasn’t going to feed this aching need in the pit of my stomach.
“I love the feel of you,” Sly mumbled. Pulling out, he pushed back in a bit deeper.
The pain added with the pleasurable pulse of my pussy, caused a muffled moan to leave my mouth and go into his. My nails dug into the nap of his neck as the kiss deepened. My eyes closed as I lifted myself up, then slowly began coming down on Sly’s dick, trying to take more of him.
There was a slight rip on the door, then another three before the door creaked.
The sound had my eyes opening.
Only to have them lock with the man responsible for my sudden ache.
Blaze.
Oh, my God!
CHAPTER 12
“Shit!” I said out loud, I was beyond embarrassed. What the hell is he doing here? I hadn’t seen this nigga in a month and he just pops up at my job.
“Did I hurt you?” Sly must not have heard him come in. From the concerned look on his face, I knew he hadn’t.
Blaze stood at the office door frozen, as his eyes jumped from me to Sly.
“Sly,” in a soft whisper, my head nodded forward, gesturing behind him, toward Blaze.
Following my movement, he glanced back, doing a fast double take.
“Fuck,” he said before quickly handing me my shirt then pulling up his boxers and slacks, making me roll my eyes. He had already seen us, so why was he rushing?
“I think I may need a restraining order if you’re going to be following me,” I told Blaze, playing it off as if I wasn’t embarrassed as well as trying to get rid of the sudden tension that was forming in the room.
“Mr. Carter,” Carter? I called him here. Shit. Sly greeted him with a smile, acting as if Blaze hadn’t just walked in on us.
The smile that was on his face soon disappeared as Blaze threw his fist into Sly’s face.
To say I was shocked would’ve been the understatement of the freaking year.
What the hell was he doing?
“Blaze, what the fuck! Get off of him!” I screamed at Blaze as I went to pull him off Sly. My attempt failed when Blaze push me back before his Timberland boot started coming down on the side of Sly’s face. “Blaze, stop it!” He was literally stomping the shit out of him. “Blaze, Stop!” I yelled once more, trying to grab him, but again he pushed me off.
“Nigga, what the fuck’s wrong with you? Didn’t I warn yo ass? If I ever saw you touch her again, I’ll kill yo punk ass!” Blaze threatened, punching Sly in the face.
“Dammit Blaze, Stop!” I screamed louder as he pulled a gun from under his shirt and started pistol whooping him. This mothafucka is crazy. “Oh My God, Sly,” I mumbled in disbelief. With shocked wide eyes, I pushed Blaze hard away from him, then quickly went to his side, seeing the blood run from his head, mouth and nose.
“If you touch him I’ll kill his ass. Now get yo shit on.”
“Fuck you, nigga. You can’t come in here like you running shit. He ain’t done shit to you!” I snapped before jumping on him and swinging. “You fucking lunatic!” My fist hit ha
rder with my ending words.
“Peaches, get the fuck off me before knock yo ass out.” Blaze yelled while pushing me off him.
“Try it with yo bitch ass!” I screamed, about to start swinging on his ass again. But Sly stopped me.
“It’s cool, Peach.” Sly was far from a fighter and didn’t deserve that bullshit. What Blaze had done to him wasn’t cool.
“What the fuck you mean it’s cool? He had no reason to come in here and put his fuckin hands on you!” Pissed couldn’t begin to describe how I was feeling right then. And with Sly willing to just let it go as if it was nothing, only added to the fire.
“Keep talking that shit, baby girl. I’ma put you on yo ass and best believe I ain’t worried about King. You got one more time to disrespect and put yo hands on me, I’ma fuck you up.” I went to push out of Sly’s arms, but he held me tighter.
“You ain’t gotda be worried about King, nigga. As I said before, I handle mines. I don’t give a fuck who you think you are, but I’m none of these bitch ass niggas out here that’s scared of you. Boss, fuck with me Blaze. Sly, let me the fuck go, damn. Come on Blaze.” My voice raised as my fight to get out of Sly’s grip became harder.
“Do yo brother know you fucking this nigga, huh?” My mouth quickly clamped shut and my body froze from the question. The realization that he was trying to punk me, had my lips pursing together and my scowl growing deeper.
“That’s none of yo fuckin’ business, nor is it his.”
“Fuck what you talkin’ ‘bout, but from the way you just tensed up, I’m guessing he don’t. So how about this, which could actually help the three of us out. In order for me not to kill you, you fire her and to keep the both of you safe I won’t tell King what I just walked in on.” Was he serious?
“Are you blackmailing me?” I asked dumbly. We were grown as hell, who in the fuck blackmailed anymore? That was high school shit. Picking up my bra from the floor, he pushed it against my chest before sitting in a chair, leaning back, legs wide opened.
“Call it what you want-, if you hit me I’m beatin’ yo ass. So un-ball those little fist of yours and move back.” This son of a bitch. “As I was saying Sly, she’s putting in her two week notice,” Blaze said, and I got ready to pounce on him. But again, Sly grabbed me.
“No the fuck I’m not! You can’t do this, I fuck who I wanna. King don’t have a say in that, period. So I don’t give a fuck if you do call him! He might yell, but he won’t hurt me.” The matter of fact tone in my voice didn’t seem to faze him and the hand I put on my hip only made him laugh.
“Probably not you, but Sly though, I’m pretty sho’ he’d put this nigga in a black bag without a second thought,” he stated as his hand dug in his pocket, pulling out a cigarette. He lit it.
“Fuck you!”
“Soon, I promise.” Blaze smiled at me before winking, then looking back at Sly, glaring. “Nigga, didn’t I tell you not to touch her. Peaches, put yo gotdamn shirt on,” He snapped with such bass in his voice, I started to do it.
“Blaze, chill, damn. I agree with her, this ain’t got shit to do with you nor King, so cool it with them blank ass threats,” Sly told him, causing Blaze to stare at him as if he was stupid.
“Blank? Nigga when have you ever known me to make a threat I never followed through with?” Blaze asked, sitting his gun in his lap and to my surprise Sly let me go.
He actually let me go. What the hell? Why would he do that?
“I’m not losing my job, nor is King gon’ touch him, bet that. In fact, I’ll call King my damn self. This that bullshit.” I hoped King wouldn’t flip out and kill Sly.
My eyes slanted, staring hard at Blaze as I snatched my shirt off the desk, forcefully yanking it on before walking around the desk to the office phone and picking it up. Only to have it snatched from my hold. My eyes snapped up to meet Sly’s, who took the phone and placed it back on the hook.
“Don’t call King, we’ll work something out,” he said, with a glance in Blaze direction.
“Sly, are you serious?” Our eyes locked as I whispered to him, hoping Blaze couldn’t hear. Every other day he’d been working my fuckin’ nerves about us having to sneak around. Then all of a sudden he didn’t want to say shit because of Blaze? “You don’t want me to tell King about us?”
“Peaches,” I heard it in his voice, he didn’t. After arguing and fighting he wanted to change his mind. If anything, it was the perfect time to tell him.
“You know what? Fuck you and him!” With that said, I snatched my gun off the desk before walking out of the room and slamming the door behind me just as Dane entered the back office.
“What happened?” Shaking my head, I walked past him to my desk grabbing my purse and keys. “Peaches wait, tell me what’s wrong,” Dane said as he caught my arm, making me stop.
“Dane, it’s nothing okay. I’ll talk to you later.” Pulling my arm from his hold, I left the office, going outside where I saw Sam leaning against the passenger door of a burgundy truck, smoking a Black & Mild.
“What’s up sexy? Can’t speak?” My eyes rolled into my head, not wanting to take my attitude out on him, I ignored him, and continued on to my car. I hit the unlock button on the remote then got in, starting it up. Glancing over at Sam, a smile soon came to my lips and I pulled up to him, letting the window down.
“You hungry?” I asked, making him laugh as he pushed himself off the burgundy Ford Expedition XLT
“I can’t get a hi, but instead an invitation?”
“Take your mind out the gutta, pretty boy. I’m talking about real food, my treat. I mean if you wanna stay out here and wait then…” I trailed off with a shrug.
“I’m riding. What we eating?” Sam asked, getting in.
“I want some tacos, you cool with that?” I asked while looking back at the truck.
“Sounds good to me—” He was in the middle speaking until I cut him off.
“Is this you?” I asked, pointing to the truck, hoping it wasn’t.
“That’s Blaze shit, mine at his.” Nodding my head, I smiled before pulling the 9mm with the silencer from under my seat. “Hold on, little mama—” I cut him off as I started shooting up the passenger side of the truck. I shot out all three windows, the doors and the front and back tires, then hurriedly pulled away.
“Oh my God, I feel so much better.” I laughed, turning up French Montana’s Marble Floors.
“Pull the fuck over and let me out this fucking car. Bitch, you crazy!” Sam snapped, turning down the radio. Coming to a stop light, I looked at him like he was stupid.
“You gon’ call me a bitch while I have a gun in my hand? Really? Do you not remember what happened last time?” I asked, waving the gun toward him.
“Fuck that. You just shot up that man’s truck and he just got it today. That’s a sixty thousand dollar truck, your little gun,” he said, twinkling his fingers toward my 9, “ain’t gon be shit compared to what he has when he find yo ass. Now let me the fuck out!” I couldn’t help but burst out laughing as I pulled off.
“I’m not worried about Blaze. Fuck him, real talk. Plus, how would he know it was me if you don’t open up yo big ass mouth and say shit.” Truly I wasn’t worried, Blaze had me fuck’d up if he thought otherwise. Coming to another stop light, I securely slid my gun back into its holster under the seat. “What you want from PJ’s, I’m hungry as hell?” I glanced at him and did a double take when I noticed his facial expression. He was clearly shocked. “What?”
“Yo ass acting like you just ain’t did shit.”
“I didn’t do anything. What are you talking about?” I questioned dumbly. When he didn’t say anything, I pulled out my phone, calling PJ’s taco and ordered myself seven taco’s, some Mozzarella sticks, and a strawberry Icy. “What you want?”
“On everything King yo brother, I swear.” He laughed before telling me what he wanted. “What Blaze do to you anyways?” He asked once I hung up.
“He walked in on me and Sly
, then flipped the fuck out before telling Sly to fire me otherwise he was going to tell King. Who the fuck blackmails anymore? Shit’s crazy.” Sam burst out laughing, hitting my door. “What’s funny?” I asked while pulling into PJ’s parking lot.
“You just shoot up that nigga truck because of that? Man, I can see if you said he broke into yo shit and stole something, then I’d understand. But you pissy over a blackmail Blaze ass ain’t fallin’ through on? Niggas not snitchin’ over who you fuckin’, Blaze was just messing with you. But shid, he gon’ beat that ass for fuckin’ with his truck. Shid, burn the nigga clothes or something, don’t fuck with his ride,” Sam explained in a serious tone. One that didn’t faze me at all.
With a shrug, I got out the car to go get our food. Once I had it, I returned to see him on the on phone.
“Nah, he had to go see Dr. Rodriquez. I guess they sent him the wrong type of pills and that shit had him getting sick.” I heard him say, making me roll my eyes.
I’d been around King long enough to understand the code he was saying. I knew if it was King and they sent him the wrong type of pills he’d go crazy. When I really thought about it, it wasn’t really code because they were talking about pills whether they were referring to the heavy shit or not.
“Nigga, I know you did not just light a blunt. Are you tryna kill me?” I looked at Sam like he’d grown a second head. Beside my bitches, wasn’t nobody allowed to smoke in my ride, King’s ass didn’t even smoke in my damn car.
“Let the window down,” he said before inhaling deeply.
“You know, you’re a rude, disrespectful ass nigga fo’ real. I don’t like your kind at all,” I told him truthfully, making him laugh. “You laughing, but let me find one burn mark and I’ma fuck you up,” I spoke honestly.
“Why yo ass so mean? Damn ma, breathe. You need to hit this blunt.” Rolling my eyes, I glanced at him, then smiled as I looked at his ear. “Why you smiling? My nigga’s know I’m with you so if something happen to me that’s yo ass.” I burst out laughing as I pulled into my apartment complex and parked in my section.