by J Peach
“You keep saying that-eep!” A squeak left my mouth as he suddenly picked me up.
His lips mouth covered mine, all the while he walked us to the couch. Sitting with me in his lap.
What am I doing? I don’t even know him and here we are fighting like we’re a couple and kissing as if we’re making up. This isn’t right, not at all. Wasn’t I just messed up about Sly? Knowing this, knowing it ain’t right, why in the hell aren’t I stopping it?
Truth be told, I liked the feel of him, the caress of his lips against mine, the way his large, strong hands moved along my back. The feel of his teeth biting into my bottom lip, the suction of his mouth when he pulled my top lip into his hot waiting mouth. And the slithering of his tongue as it slid through my parted lips to tangle with mine?
I loved it. And I couldn’t stop it because deep down I wanted it. Right or wrong, I needed it. And it was fuck’d up to feel that way when I didn’t even know that nigga like that.
His possessiveness, persistence, and don’t give a fuck attitude, I wanted that, craved it. Him standing up to King only made me want him more. Everyone else wanted to sneak around and hide, not Blaze. He didn’t care and I loved that.
Why did he have to be a fuckin’ hood, though?
My hips started a slow but hard wind and grind as my arms tightened around his neck, bringing our bare chests closer together. Pulling my shorts to the side, Blaze slowly pushed a finger into my throbbing pussy, getting me wet then pulling out, bringing it to my swollen clit.
He rubbed, causing me to moan in the back of my throat. Pulling my mouth from Blaze’s, I moaned louder as his finger pushed inside my sex once more, rubbing my sweet spot repeatedly.
Kissing up my neck, Blaze found my spot behind my ear and started sucking hard. Doing so had my inner muscles milking his finger, squeezing it tightly, making him groan as I became wetter. That caused his finger to move faster hitting my barrier, the thin skin that kept my virginity intact.
“Blaze,” I began while grabbing his wrist to stop him.
“Shush, I know.” Even though he said that, I didn’t think he did as he brought his mouth back to mine while jerking on the thin material, until he’d successfully ripped the crouch part of my shorts. Lifting my hips up off him for a few seconds.
Blaze pulled the front part of his boxers down, releasing his dick. Slowly he began to sit me down on him.
My eyes widened and I screamed into his mouth.
Oh Hell No!
“Blaze.”
“Shut up we’re not about to fuck right now.” Fuck he mean right now? His dick was at my opening and he was way bigger than Sly. Don’t get me wrong, Sly was thick, he wasn’t little at all with his eight and a half inches. But Blaze was thicker than Sly, and from the feel of it, he was at least three to four inches longer. Fuck No! My pussy wasn’t about to be stretched that wide and deep.
“Ah, shit! Blaze! Stop!” His tip wasn’t even in and that shit was hurting.
“Damn, you tight,” he groaned out as he managed to push his head in.
Once in, he just held still until I got used to his tip. My pussy started to suck on his thick, hard, mushroom tip, feeling that he began to slowly move my hips up and down on him. Pulling out, he rubbed his dick against my swollen pearl, playing with my clit before coming back to my opening and pushing inside my tender, soaking wet pussy.
“Oh my, ah, ah shit! Fuck Blaze!” My moaning was a mixture of both pleasure and pain. The pain outweighed the pleasure, even so, the mixture of the both felt so good.
Blaze took hold of my thighs and lifted me up.
My hands held tight on his shoulders as he began to push his tip in and out of me, going a little deeper. My lips parted as I gasped out heavy pants.
The feel of him had me forgetting everything I had with Sly.
Fuck he feels so good.
“My dick gon’ be the only nigga's dick this pussy feels. This mine! Let me find out you letting a nigga taste or touch my shit. On boss, his death gon’ be on you. You hear me, Peaches?” I could give two fucks about what he was saying, I was enjoying the feel of him too much to care. That was until he stopped. “Do you hear me?” He asked again.
“Yes, I hear you!” My orgasm was right there, I was so close all I needed was a few more minutes and I was cumin’ all on his dick.
“Good, now that we got this established lets go get something to eat, a nigga hungry as fuck,” he said, sitting me beside him then putting his dick back into his boxers and getting up. “I’m ‘bout get in the shower, then we can head to my crib and get something to eat.” He walked off, disappearing from my line of view.
Did I just get played?
Oh my…
That bastard just played me.
I couldn’t even be mad because Karma was a bitch and she’d just fuck’d me raw. Damn! I’d played many dudes, especially Blaze when we first met, so I couldn’t really do anything but laugh at what had happened. With a smile and a shake of my head I got up and headed to my room to see Blaze sitting on my bed, talking on his phone. Not saying anything, I walked right past him to my bathroom shower.
Once I finished in the shower, I walked back in my room with a towel around my body only to stop in my tracks noticing Blaze’s damp body with a towel on his hips. My God, Blaze was a sexy man, everything was just muscle and tattoos. My damn.
Peaches, calm yo ass down. You acting like a horny teenager. But damn, he looks so…
“I’ma have to take a rain check on lunch because I have school in an hour. Then I have to be at work.” I slipped on a purple, lace bra and panties set before grabbing my lavender scrubs.
“All that purple ain’t that serious ma.”
“Yo ass don’t have to wear it and my name’s Peaches, not ma, or shorty. Nor is it little mama,” I told him as I pulled on my shirt l.
“Make me slap yo ass,” Blaze said from across the room.
“You keep saying that yet I haven’t got slapped once.” Looking at him over my shoulder, I pursed my lips out while rolling my eyes with attitude. “Ouch! Did you just throw the remote at me?”
“You see the remote by yo feet, don’t you?” He pulled his shirt on.
“Bitch,” I mumbled to myself as I pulled my hair in a high ponytail.
“I’ma slap the shit outda you. Damn, shut yo fuckin’ mouth sometimes. Its gon’ get yo itty bitty ass whooped.” A scream left my mouth as Blaze suddenly picked me up slamming me on the bed.
“Blaze, stop! Damn! Ahh!” Grabbing the pillow, he slapped me with it before pressing it to my face, shaking it.
“Eh, yo ass drooling. You too damn old for that shit,” Blaze laughed, getting off the bed.
“Fuck you, bitch. I wasn’t, lying ass!” I rolled my eyes but still couldn’t help the laugh that left my mouth. “You get on my nerves, messing up my damn hair.” I feigned an attitude while taking my ponytail out.
“That shit was already fuck’d up. Yo ass need a perm.” My mouth dropped open and I grabbed my shoe off the floor and threw it at him before turning around to fix my hair. “I was playing, man, damn,” he said, walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist with his head laying on my shoulder.
“I can’t put my hair in a ponytail with you on me like this,” I told him, standing up straight as Blaze pulled the band from my hair and sat it on the vanity.
He ruffled a hand through my hair before his fingers ran through it, moving it over my right shoulder. “Better, don’t you think?”
Laughing, I shook my head while staring at him through the mirror. “Didn’t your mother teach you never to put your hands in a woman’s head?”
“That’s my sister, but she’s a little bitch. I never listen to her.”
I laughed as I ran the brush through my hair as Blaze continued to stand behind me staring. “It’s rude to stare, if you got something to say, say it.” Swiping my lips with some strawberry smelling and flavored lip gloss, I rubbed my lips together while rolling my ey
es at Blaze.
What the fuck am I doing? I don’t even like this dude.
“What’s that look about?” He suddenly asked. I hadn’t even realized I was giving him a look until he said something.
“I don’t have a look.”
“Don’t start that bullshit, Peaches. What time you get outda school?” Blaze turned me towards him then picked me up and sat me on the dresser, stepping between my legs.
“At one, don’t get to use to this because whatever this may be doesn’t leave this apartment,” I told him truthfully, making him chuckle.
“So this is something, huh?”
Shrugging, I looked away from him as I bit into my bottom lip. Composing myself, I looked back at Blaze as I got serious. “Whether this is or isn’t, I’m not taking it there with you for the simple fact I don’t want to fight with King. You saw how he reacted when I told him I like Sly.”
“So, you like me, huh?” After I gave him a blank stare, he simply laughed me off before getting serious. “I ain’t Sly, so how he reacted about you and dude won’t be the same with me. I ain’t no fuck boy that’s scared of King, he don’t run me. I do what I want when I wanna and I get what I want when I want it. And right now what I want is you.” The nigga please look I gave Blaze had him pushing my head back.
“How many chicks have you spit that same line to?” I didn’t know if it was game he was trying to spit or not, the whole thing I was new to. It was new grounds for me, the feeling I felt at that moment I’d only felt once and it wasn’t with Sly, but with Jerron. And he moved away before I could act on them, even with the times he did come back to visit, the feelings weren’t ones I actually pursued.
Now that I was having them for Blaze, I didn’t know how to act on them. And they were honestly clouding some of my judgment on him fully.
He’s probably a hoe ass nigga just like every other hood I’ve meet.
“Man, I’m being serious as fuck right now. Why you wanna play me?” He asked licking his lips.
“I’m not trying to play you, I’m just not looking to get into anything serious with you, or no one else for that matter. Sorry if that’s not what you wanna hear but—”
Cutting me off, Blaze pressed his body more into mine. “Bullshit. So you just let any nigga get close to fucking you, huh? From what you told me it was only Sly. If you wasn’t feeling me you wouldn’t have let my dick inside yo pussy, would you? If I hadn’t stopped you would’ve let me bust yo ass wide open and you know it. So why fight it?”
“I ain’t fighting shit, I don’t even know you—”
“Then get to know me. Look, ma, I’m not gon’ beg yo ass because one way or another you gon’ be mine regardless of that fuck shit you talkin’. Those words coming from yo mouth don’t mean nothing to me. I know what you want while you keep pretending I’m what you don’t want,” he stated, swiping his thick tongue across his lips. Catching my stare, Blaze smiled as he leaned forward and I pulled back only to have him grab my chin. “Stop playing, man. Damn, so you not gon’ kiss me, Peaches.”
“No, so stop trying, Blaze. And move yo hand off my ass,” I tried to move his hand, but that only made him squeeze harder before he leaned down once more, catching my bottom lip between his teeth and pulling it in his mouth.
Stretching my neck up, my tongue flicked his top lip as I fisted his shirt. Blaze tilted his head sideways as my tongue slipped into his mouth.
I have no fuckin willpower whatsoever when it comes to this dude!
Just because I was kissing him didn’t mean I was pretending I didn’t like him. Okay, I liked Blaze. I just didn’t want a relationship with him, for the simple fact that the dude was fuckin’ crazy.
Blaze’s hand slid under my shirt before slowly moving up my left side, cupping my breast.
“Peaches…” the voice trailed off and I quickly moved back from Blaze, looking over his shoulder.
“Sly?” Gotdamn! Did these niggas not know how to knock or make their presence known before walking into somebody’s room?
“It’s cool, I didn’t know you had company,” he said, glaring at Blaze before looking at me and shaking his head.
“Nigga, did you knock?” Blaze asked, turning towards Sly.
To my surprise, Sly got smart. Shid, from the way he was acting in his office yesterday and on the phone, I thought he was scared of Blaze.
“The fuck I need to knock for when I got a key,” he said, holding up proof of his claim. Then he turned to me and scowled. “Peaches, you wrong as fuck. You wanna see where shit goes with me, but you kissing this nigga. Fuck kinda shit is that?”
Quickly pushing Blaze out of my way, I jumped off the dresser. “Sly, it ain’t even like that.”
“The fuck it ain’t! Don’t play me like I’m dumb when I know how you is. What’s it like, Peaches? Huh? What, you just let ‘em taste? Was she good, Blaze?” Sly went off on me. He had his fuckin’ nerve after the shit he said over the phone.
“Sly, don’t you even, okay. You made your choice over the phone, so why are you even here? I’m not trying to hide from King anymore. When I told you that, Sly, you snapped on me for doing so when you’ve been nagging me to tell him all this time. But now it’s suddenly complicated?” I asked him with a look of confusion on my face.
“You throw the reason why I didn’t want a relationship back in my face. You didn’t even have the balls to stand up for what you wanted us to have. You fell the fuck back because of a threat, if you did that so quickly it’s obvious I wasn’t what you wanted to begin with. You made that obvious yesterday, then today. Sly, us being together was gone when you did that. Even so, I still told King I liked you. And do you see my face? I got the shit slapped outda me and choked up. And for what? Only to have you snap at me for telling him. It’s cool though, there’s no hard feelings on my part, I swear it’s not.”
The look Sly gave me told me he didn’t like what I said and he was pissed.
“So you droppin’ me for this nigga, Peaches? After all these years, I fuck’d up once and you’re done? One time? How many niggas have you been through since we been messing around? How many times have I complained?” He snapped at me.
No he was not pulling that?
“You going there, Sly, really? We weren’t together and you knew what it was when we started this thing. So don’t stand here and pretend like I’m the only person you’ve been with. Seven years without sex, Sly? I’m not a fool ass bitch, I’m not stupid. So don’t try to guilt me because it’s not gon’ work.”
This man done lost his fuckin’ mind.
“Nall, baby girl, you ain’t the only thing Sly been hittin’. You a lowly as nigga fah that bullshit right there. I told you at the party to step the fuck off, then at yo office. My man, you got big fuckin’ balls to come over to her crib though,” Blaze replied, pushing me behind him when he pulled up his jeans I stepped in the middle of them.
“Not in here you don’t—” I started saying, but Blaze cut me off.
“You straight walked in here like I ain’t told you shit?” Blaze snapped before looking down at me. “Why the fuck this nigga got a key?”
“Blaze, chill. He been had that key,” I tried to explain, but it only infuriated him more. His mouth became a straight line and he shoved me out of his way. Raising his fists, he stepped towards Sly. “Blaze! No!” I belted.
As my scream bounced off his back, Blaze’s fist smashed into Sly’s face, causing him stumble back into the hallway. Sly didn’t get a chance to react before Blaze rocked his ass again in the jaw. Sly wobbled then went down on one knee. Blaze kicked him in the face with the toe of his Timbs, and Sly fell on his back groaning and spitting out blood. The crimson red seemed to bring the unrestrained beast out of Blaze; he lifted his foot and began violently stomping Sly.
“Blaze!” I screamed.
Ignoring me, he glared down at Sly. “I told yo bitch ass to stay away from her, nigga. You thought I was playing!” Blaze asked, kicking him once more across t
he face before pulling his 9 from his jeans and quickly cocking it back. Sly tried to lift up, but Blaze kicked his ass again. “Bitch ass nigga.” He aimed the gun down at Sly’s leg. “This is for walking your punk ass up in my girl’s shit.”
Pow! Pow!
He shot him in both legs.
“Noooooooo,” I cried out, but Blaze’s psychotic ass could not be stopped. He pointed the gun at Sly’s shoulder and squeezed the trigger.
Two successive gunshots echoed like small canons. That fool had shot Sly in both shoulders. “And that’s so you can’t raise your arms to ever turn her doorknob again!” he gritted.
“Blaze, what the fuck!” I gasped. When I tried to push past him to comfort Sly, his hand quickly shot up and he roughly pushed me into the wall.
“Peaches, if you try to help that nigga I’ma send his bitch ass to the lord. Now, go get some towels and shit to protect my muthafuckin’ carpet.”
“Are you fuckin’ serious!” I railed.
“Girl, go get the damn towels, this nigga bleeding all over my shit,” Blaze snapped.
I dashed off to get some towels but I had no plans to use them to protect the floor. I would use them to slow down Sly’s bleeding.
Returning to the living room with an armful of clean towels, I spoke frantically. “Blaze, we have to get him to a hospital or he’ll bleed to death.”
“Pussy muthafucka should have thought of that before he stepped to you.” He crouched down in Sly’s face, shoved the gun in his mouth, and whispered something in his ear.
Sly looked terrified as he nodded his head. Blaze removed the gun from Sly’s mouth and warned, “Try me like this again and I'll murk your lame ass. You understand me?”
Sly didn't get to reply because Blaze began repeatedly slapping him across head with the gun. Blood ran down Sly’s face and soaked his collar. On faint breath he begged Blaze not to kill him.
I had seen enough. “Blaze, are you fuckin’ crazy, man! We have to get him to a hospital,” I repeated, frantically.
“Fuck that! Let him drive himself to the ER. Ain’t no mercy.”
My brows furrowed in confusion. “Blaze, he can’t do it himself.”