by J Peach
“Boy, ain’t nobody gon’ do shit to yo scary ass. I was just looking at your ear, does it hurt?” I asked, flicking his ear, making him drop his blunt.
“What the fuck?”
“Dude, pick that shit up before you burn my damn floor,” I snapped and he gave me a mean look which had me looking away so I wouldn’t smile in his face.
“You gon’ make me fuck you up, on my life. You ain’t gon’ keep talkin’ to me like I’m some bitch. On G, I’ma rock yo little ass,” he threatened as I turned off the car.
My lips twisted and my eyes rolled up, showing him I wasn’t worried about it. With a glance in his direction, a laugh slipped through my lips at his hard stare.
“I’m not worried about you, Pretty Boy. Now get the food and come on,” I told him while closing the door. Sam soon followed. The hard slam of my car door had my head turning his way and my mouth opened, ready to snap at him.
“Don’t say shit,” he warned me.
His pissed off expression had my hands going up and a laugh ready to leave my mouth.
“Stop whining. But fo’ real, does your ear hurt?” I asked seriously, looking at the red tip where the bullet grazed him.
“Like yo ass care,” he replied, staring at me.
“I don’t, but I’m being nice, tryna make a truce. You know, hold up the white flag.”
“I know what the hell a truce is, but I don’t trust yo little ass.” Again I laughed out loudly at that.
“Wow, way to realize it after getting in my car and now walking into my house. If I ain’t trust a person there’s no way in hell I’m leaving with them,” I told him while dropping my keys on the side table and then kicking off my white Nikes. “Wait, wasn’t it about a month ago you was ready to marry me?”
“You talk a lot of shit, and that was before yo brother told me to step the fuck off.” My eyes rolled up in my head at that.
“And you say a lot of dumb shit, and you’re dumb as hell for listening to King, but you’re not my type anyway.” Turning on the TV, I glanced back at Sam before heading toward my room. “You can sit in the living room or kitchen, I’ll be back,” I said, walking to my room and then closing the door.
Once inside, I went to my dresser, grabbing a pair of light blue shorts that stopped at the top of my thighs. I matched it with a hot pink, spaghetti strapped tank top, along with my pink, knee high socks, laying them on the bed. After taking off my clothes I hopped in the shower.
Twenty minutes later I was out, drying myself off. With the towel wrapped tight around myself, I opened my door with a scream.
Sam quickly pulled out his gun, looking toward my room door.
What the hell?
“Why the fuck you screaming?” He asked, looking back at me as I put my hand over my racing heart.
Once I calmed myself down I picked up the hair brush and threw it at him.
“Fuck you mean why I’m screaming. You scared the shit outda me. Why are you even in here? And put that gun away.” Sam started laughing as he picked up the brush, sitting it on the bed.
“Yo scary ass, I was going to the bathroom and opened the wrong door. I had just walked in when you came out. You lucky I ain’t shoot yo little ass,” he said, walking past me and into my bathroom.
“Lift up the seat,” I yelled while walking to my bed about to slip my clothes on until I realized I didn’t get any panties or a bra out.
After a few short seconds Sam returned as I found my underclothes.
“You gon’ quit tryin’ to play me, I ain’t no nasty nigga. I grew up in a house with females, so kill that dumb shit, ma. Don’t compare me to none of these triflin’ ass niggas you be messing with,” Sam said, drying his hands on my towel.
“I don’t mess with nasty niggas and not once did I say you were a triflin’ dude. I simply told you to lift the seat just as I tell King when he uses my bathroom.”
“You talk too damn much,” Sam said while grabbing the nape of my neck and kissing me. Well damn. That was all I thought as I began kissing him back, dropping my panties and bra in the process.
My hands gripped the front of his shirt tightly as I stood on my tips.
“Short ass,” he mumbled against my lips, picking me up.
“Fuck-eep!” A squeak left my mouth as he dropped me on the bed. “I’ma beat yo ass, keep playing.”
Sam ignored what I said instead, he pulled his shirt off, causing me to bite into my bottom lip at that V on his pelvis. My God! He was sexy.
His hands soon came to my towel, and pulling it open, his eyes began to roam over my naked body for a few seconds before he leaned forward.
My stomach sank in instinctively as his lips came to the spot just above my naval. He kissed his way up to my breast, my breathing picked up as that infamous knot started to form in the pit of my stomach.
Taking hold of my breasts, Sam’s tongue flicked over one nipple, blowing once the small chocolate nub became erect. He repeated the action on the other before pulling it into his warm mouth, sucking.
One of his hands soon found its way between my legs, covering my mount.
My pelvis thrust forward and a moan slipped through my lips when his finger pushed through my wet fold. His finger moved from my throbbing clit to my contracting opening.
A groan sounded in the back of his throat once his finger felt the pulse of my pussy trying to catch and pull it inside my wet core. Pushing my legs further apart, he ran his finger over my clit, rubbing until my pearl swelled. Then he moved back to my opening.
My mouth parted as he slipped a finger into my throbbing sex. After giving my inner walls a quick massage he pulled the single digit back out, bring it to his mouth and sucked my nectar off of his finger.
“Whatever we do, it stays between us. And if you’re about that jealous type shit then we need to stop this here,” Sam said as he looked down at me. His hand went back to my pussy, this time pushing two fingers inside my throbbing sex, grabbing my pubic bone, pressing down.
My head nodded in understanding at the same time my hips raised.
“You’re not my man, I’m not yo woman. I got it,” which I did. I wasn’t looking for a relationship with him, I just wanted head, simple as that. After the bullshit with Blaze and Sly’s punk ass, I needed what he was about to give me.
Smiling, he moved down to my pussy, kissing my second pair of lips.
His fingers expertly worked along my pubic muscles, massaging my inner walls, as his mouth sucked on my clit. My eyes grew wide from the instant pleasure that rushed to my lower stomach and pussy. The work of his fingers immediately had my ass muscles tightening, causing my thighs to shake.
Looking down at him with a raised brow and meeting his gaze, I receive a wicked but sexy smile. The look Sam gave me had something inside of me wanting to stop.
And I should’ve gone with that feeling.
Torture is what Sam was putting me through as his lips and tongue continued to suck then licked up every ounce of juice that leaked from my sex.
“Sam!” I called, tangling my hands in his dreads, tryna push him away. But the fucker wouldn’t let up as he brought me to my third orgasm. “Ooh! Fuck! Ahh, Sam!” I was a moaning mess as my thighs violently shook and hips bucked off the bed.
“Damn, ma, you sweet as fuck,” Sam groaned out before sucking my sensitive clit into his mouth then licking down my slit, teasing my opening. He moved back to my clit, sucking it into his mouth while sticking a finger into my pussy.
“Oh my God!” My hips bucked as his finger fucked me while he sucked even harder on my clit. I was sure I was going to die from… From… Shit, I didn’t even know, but I was gon’ die. “Sam, please!” I begged. Even though I wanted him to stop, I was enjoying it, enjoying the constant torture his lips and tongue were putting me through.
“You want me to stop?” I didn’t know the answer as he began to kiss my inner thigh, sucking, licking, and biting at the skin. I wanted him to stop, but I was loving every bit of torture
he was putting my body through.
“No, don’t stop!” With that Sam kissed his way back to my pussy, sucking on my labia then my clit once more before making his way up my body. I was so high on lust, on him, I wasn’t thinking.
His lips touched mine, kissing me deeply as he grabbed my right leg, putting it on his shoulder.
Sam leaned on his forearm, grabbing a condom. Once it was opened, he rolled it down his dick. It was then that I came slamming back to reality and my body went still. Sam must have felt me because he didn’t move.
“You okay?” He asked, pulling back slightly.
“No, I can’t have sex with you.” I was not about to lose my virginity to a fuckin’ hood. Getting head was one thing, but to actually have sex with one, I couldn’t do that.
“Peaches!” My eyes widened and I quickly pushed Sam off me.
“Shit, shit, shit, hide.” I whisper/yelled at him. “Hold on King, here I come!” I yelled as I quickly pulled on my sports bra and top, my shorts falling in the process.
“Where I’ma hide at?” Sam asked, the laughter in his voice could be heard with the question.
“I don’t know, jump out the window or something.” King could not find him in my bedroom. I was freakin’ the fuck out.
“You’re on the third floor.”
“So.” This time he did laugh. “Shut up!”
“Peaches, what you got to eat?” Typical King, I swear. How the hell did he even know I was home? My fuckin’ car, shit.
“What’s up, King?” I heard Sam’s voice and quickly turned around to see my room door open and him gone. What the fuck was he doing? Quickly pulling up my socks and combing my hair into a messy bun, I left out my room.
“What the fuck you doing here, nigga? We been calling yo ass for over an hour.” King asked Sam just as I walked into the living room.
“Shit, I jumped in the car with yo sister when she left the office, I wasn’t about to wait on Blaze ass.” Sam shrugged, grabbing the PJ’s bag and pulling out his tacos.
“Where you get PJ’s from?” King asked hungrily, forgetting all about Sam being alone with me.
“PJ’s, nigga. Get yo hungry ass from over here,” Sam laughed before taking a big bite out of his taco.
I stared at King’s posture for a good minute. Once he was relaxed, I shrugged and entered the living room, were they sat.
Once I went over, Sam handed me the food bag.
“Peaches, you ain’t get me nothing?” Looking at Sam, he winked, making me roll my eyes before I laughed with a shake of my head.
“Nope!” I said, popping the P as I looked around the table then to Sam. “Where my drink?” I asked.
“In the freezer,” he stated, taking another bite of his taco. “Man, this shit good as hell.” I laughed.
“Everything taste a lot better when you still have Peaches lingering in your mouth,” Sam immediately started choking on his food and I burst out laughing. “I’m kidding, damn, chill. PJ’s always have good taco’s, you should taste their Gyro, shit’s crazy good,” I said, still laughing. King clearing his throat had me remembering he was there. He gave me a weird look then glanced at Sam who had started back stuffing his mouth to notice. “What?” I couldn’t help the stupid big smile that came to my lips.
Damn, Sam’s head game was like a drug.
My insides were flying with butterflies.
Damn!
“Keep smiling like that I’ma slap the fuck outda yo dumbass.” King snapped at me. Even that didn’t wipe the smile from my mouth.
“Fuck you, King. You just mad because I didn’t bring you nothing to eat.”
“Shit good as fuck too, King,” Sam added and we just started laughing.
“Fuck y’all!”
“I love you, King. Gimme kisses,” my lips puckered up as I leaned toward him. King muffed my head back, causing me to fall back on the couch and I glared at him. “See, I did get yo triflin’ ass tacos and some Mozzarella sticks, but since it’s like that—. Nope, nigga, get off me!” I yelled as he tried kissing me. “Move, King!” I laughed out as he kissed my cheek then pushed my face into the pillow. “Stop, yo ass too damn old to be acting like that.” Laughing, he snatched the bag. Shaking my head, I got up to get my drink. “Sam, you want your drink?” I called out to him.
“Yeah!” Grabbing his Coke, I walked back into the living room and sat next to him while handing him his drink before I turned on the T.V. “The game on, turn to it,” Sam told me with his mouth full of food, causing my face to scrunch up in disgust.
“Ain’t nobody ‘bout to watch a rerun of a basketball game,” I replied, snatching the remote from him, only to have King take it from me.
“Hell yeah, the Bulls playing. I missed the game. Aye, Peaches, where my drink?” King questioned, trying to find the basketball game.
“You ain’t got one and I’m not watching the game—” My words were cut off by the loud banging on my door which had both King and Sam pulling out their guns. “Put that away, you asses,” I snapped. I swear, those niggas there. As soon as I clicked the lock, the door came flying open and it wasn’t long before I was hemmed up against the wall by a murderous looking Blaze.
CHAPTER 13
After screaming from the initial shock, I calmed myself down then glared at him. “Blaze, what the fuck is wrong with you? I could’ve had a heart attack, you jackass!” I snapped at him, trying to get free. “Let me go!”
“Why the fuck you shoot my truck up?” He snapped at me, gripping my shirt tighter.
Quickly losing my attitude, my brows furrowed.
“Wait, I did what?” I asked as if I was shocked, getting into character.
“Don’t play stupid.”
“I’m not, someone shot up your truck? Wait! You think it was me? Why the hell would I do that with yo boy outside?” I asked seriously, staring into his eyes.
“Don’t fuckin’ play with me, Peaches.”
“Blaze, what damage could my little Ruger do to your truck? Besides, just ask Sam if you don’t believe me,” I said as I pointed towards the living room.
“Sam’s here?” he questioned.
Rolling my eyes, I nodded. “Didn’t I just say that? Look straight ahead if you don’t believe me,” I repeated, trying not to laugh. “Now, let me go.” I yanked my arms free then pushed past him. I went back into the living room and sat in my seat. Grabbing a drink from the table, I started sipping a little before it was ripped from my hands. “What the hell, Sam?” I looked at him like he was crazy as some of the drink wasted on me, making both him and King laugh.
“Baby, this mine. I ain't drink your shit. You better look at yo brother,” I sharply cut my eyes towards King, who looked guilty as sin. Before I could say anything, Sam started talking. “Who was at the door?” He asked with his eyes glued to the basketball game.
I looked up to see Blaze still standing where I'd left him, looking from me to Sam. I glared at him because he had the same look on his face that he'd worn before he went in on Sly’s ass.
“Don’t start that shit in my house,” I warned, but he ignored me.
“Nigga, what the fuck yo ass been doing you couldn’t answer the fuckin phone when I called?” Blaze asked, pissed as he walked fully into the living room. But him asking that got King’s attention. He looked our way with a suspicion written across his mug.
“My phone ain’t rung…” Sam's response trailed off as he patted his pockets then checked the couch.
I shook my head. “Don’t tell me you lost yo phone? You had it in the car, you ain’t been anywhere but in here, the kitchen, my bathroom. Call it.” Quickly, I got up to get the cordless phone from the kitchen, then came back.
I glared at Blaze to see that he had taken my seat.
What the fuck was his problem?
“Here.” Ignoring Blaze, I gave Sam the phone.
“Don’t be tryna see my number. I don’t do late nights,” Sam said, glancing down towards my covered sex.
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bsp; Clearing my throat, I shook my head as I sat on the long couch, tryna see if I heard it. “You probably left it in the car.”
“Why the fuck y’all together anyways?” Blaze asked angrily before looking me dead in the eyes, forgetting all about his truck. “Haven’t yo ass had enough for a day?” My mouth dropped open as my eyes widen at his implication. Especially in front of King.
“G, don’t come at my—” King started.
“No, King, it’s cool.” I stopped him. I turned my attention back Blaze. “What you mad for? Last I checked we were all grown in here. So who the fuck is you to ask someone for an explanation? But one thing you ain’t gon’ do is disrespect me in my own shit. That, baby, you’re not going to do, boss. I done told yo ass I’m not none of these little dumb, mindless ass hoes you be fucking with. So don’t come at me like I am.” I set his ass straight. “As for what you referring to, Daddy, best believe it’s never enough. I get it when I want it, fuck you mean?” I was heated, that nigga hardly knew me and he was actin’ like he was my dude. Standing up from my seat and going to the door, I was very aware of them looking at me. “What y’all staring at?” I asked with an attitude.
“Shid, I’m watching just in case I gotda run. Yo ass seems to always have a gun somewhere,” joked Sam.
I tried not to laugh, I really did, but once King agreed and started laughing, I couldn’t help it. Leave it to Sam to break the tension by being the dummy he is. “You stupid, I don’t always have a gun,” I said as I grabbed my keys.
“Shid, could’ve fool me,” replied Sam.
Rolling my eyes, I threw him my keys. “Go check my car for your phone. King will call it, and don’t scratch my baby.”
“I’ll come with you, I’m about to light this blunt. You coming?” King asked Blaze as he stood.
“Yeah, I’ll be out there,” he said, not moving.
With a roll of my eyes, I grabbed the remote before flopping down on the couch and flipping through the channels just as the door closed.
“Why you gotda talk to a nigga like he ain’t shit?” Blaze asked.