A Dangerous Love 5: No Love Lost

by J Peach

  “Oh, my God! Fuck! Ah, ah, ah! Ooh, mmm. No wait, fuck!” I wanted him to stop, but I didn’t because it felt so fucking good. “Ah, Fuck!” I moaned out loudly as I came, pulling the hell out of his hair with a loud moan. Panting hard, I laid limp on the backseat, when Sam’s hand suddenly came down on my clit, slapping it hard once then twice before his mouth latched onto my sensitive pearl.

  Grabbing his hair, I pulled it, trying to move his head back while scooting closer towards the door which was impossible. “Sam! Ahhh!” A scream left my mouth from the sudden orgasm that ripped through my body, causing my hips to rise off the seat. “Oh, my God! Sam! Ooh!”

  My lower body started to twitch and jerk, my inner muscles contracted as Sam held my hips tightly, his mouth still sucking on my clit. That was why I hated, but loved messing with him. He was amazing at what he did, but the bastard just didn’t know when to stop. “Mmm,” The moan came out shaky as another orgasm shook my body.

  Gripping his hair, I grinded my pussy against his face as his fingers rubbed my g-spot before pressing on my pelvic muscle, massaging, adding just the right amount of pressure, binging me to yet another orgasm.

  I felt so dehydrated, my lips were dry. I could hardly breathe, hell, move for that matter.

  “God,” I panted out.

  He slapped my contracting sex then my thigh as he kissed his way up to my breast. He flicked my right nipple then the left with his tongue and continued to move up until his body hovered over mine.

  Looking down at me, Sam let out a little laugh. “Tired?”

  If I could’ve gotten the muscles in my face to move like I wanted them too, I would have been glaring so fuckin’ hard at him, but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t satisfied. That was Sam, he never disappointed when it came to eating pussy. The man was a freaking god, hands down. I wouldn’t admit that to anyone of course.

  Pecking my lips, he sat up. Reaching over the front seat, he ignored the ringing phone to grab the bottle of water from the cup holder. Then he sat back down.

  “Sam, stop, dang.” I was tired and he wanted to move some damn body.

  “Come on, don’t be a baby, Peaches.” He pulled me up to him, handed me the bottled water.

  Taking the bottle, I drank almost the whole thing, only leaving a little.

  “Better?” He asked while wrapping his arms around my body, kissing my shoulder.

  “No, I’m hungry and sleepy?” I said while pulling his right arm more into my chest, turning slightly in his hold. I let out a contented sigh as I began drawing invisible circles along his forearm.

  “You hungry? Chicken, tacos or rice?” He asked and I started laughing at that because the two times we were together I had both of those.

  Finally getting my breathing under control, I looked up at him. “Taco’s sound good, but chicken with some pork fried rice is sounding so much better right about now. And I’m not sharing, so don’t ask.”

  “Yo stingy ass, you not gon’ share with me?” Sam asked and I shook my head no. “It’s like that?” Laughing, I nodded. “Fo’real?”

  Sitting up, I straddled his hips then wrapped my arms around his neck, nodding my head. “Yeah, fo’real. And you’re still paying for my food.”

  “Oh, you think you got it like that, huh?” Sam asked, licking his lips while pulling me closer until my bare chest was pressed against his.

  “I know I got it like that.”

  Smiling, Sam started laughing. “Get the fuck outda here. Don’t think because I ate yo pussy you in.”

  I licked his top lip, cutting him off. Then I kissed him once then twice before pulling back.

  “So I’m not?” Biting at his bottom lip, I pulled it into my mouth.

  Sam opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. After a few seconds, he pulled away as my hand slid between our bodies.

  “Peaches,” he groaned out my name. His head fell back against the seat with a sigh leaving his mouth.

  “What?” He didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at me for that matter. Taking a hold of his chin, I brought his head down so I could look him in the eyes. “What?” I asked again.

  “I can’t have sex with you, man. Don’t get me wrong, I want to, but not while you like this. I didn’t bring you out here to fuck or no shit like that, but like you said, you just stopped dealing with Blaze. I’m not trying be your rebound guy, especially if it’s not what you want. Which I know it’s not. You might like me, but Blaze still has you. And as long as he does, I can’t fuck you.”

  “This shit right here already fuck’d up. Fuckin’ me isn’t going to replace him or make you forget about him. For a moment, yeah, but once I’m gone, your mind going straight back to Blaze. Until it’s not like that no more, no crying, nothing, Peaches, when you’re done completely, then we’ll go from there. I wanna be a choice you consider, but I’m not going to force that on you and fuckin’ me will do just that.

  You’ll feel obligated to consider me and my feelings. I don’t want that, sweetheart. You young, do what’s best for Peaches. Figure your shit out, what you want and don’t, alright? Step back from this shit. Blaze gon’ be good, I’mma be good. Do Peaches.”

  I didn’t know how to reply back to what he’d just said so I simply nodded my head.

  He was considering me first instead of trying to take advantage of me, which he could really do. Nor was he saying anything about me going back to Blaze or choosing him. He wasn’t doing either and I honestly appreciated that. It showed his selflessness.

  “When I say do Peaches, I’m not talking about collecting your hoes again, I might get jealous. Shit ain’t gon’ be nice, so no hoes.” Laughing, I shook my head. Sam was looking at me with a straight face. “I’m serious as fuck, no hoes.” He looked serious as he said that, but I paid it no attention as I thought about everything else he’d just said.

  If we had of slept together, Sam was right, I would’ve considered his feelings, especially if Blaze and I did get back together. It would’ve bothered me a lot. Stopping us from going any further showed how considerate he was of me.

  Then again, what if it was just a game?

  How did I know he wasn’t running some type of game just to get me? I didn’t, I hated not knowing and it pissed me off because I didn’t know.

  God!

  The constant T-Mobile jingle wasn’t helping.

  Reaching over the seat, I grabbed the phone and answered it.

  “What?” I snapped, the line was quiet for a few seconds before the person started talking.

  “Peaches?” It came out as a question.

  “Yes, King. What do you want?” I asked.

  “Where the fuck Sam’s ass at?” King snapped at me and I went still, looking at Sam.

  “I don’t know. How the hell am I’m supposed to know that?” I asked, playing dumb.

  “Peaches, boss. Don’t make me fuck you up, you just answered his fuckin’ phone. Where the fuck you at? I been calling yo ass all damn day,” he yelled at me.

  My mouth fell open. Pulling the phone away from my ear, I saw that sure enough it wasn’t mine.

  Chapter 7

  Peaches

  Tryna keep his self from laughing, Sam’s cheeks had blown up.

  “Peaches—”

  “King, shut up. I was just playing with you. We’re out getting chicken and rice, then he’s taking me back to the shop to get my car,” I said while punching Sam.

  “Boss, when I see you I’m beating yo ass! After the shit that happened with ol’ boy, yo ass disappear without saying shit. I done called and looked everywhere fah yo stupid ass.”

  Looking at Sam, I got off his lap, feeling embarrassed as King continued to cuss me out. He was yelling, calling me dumbasses and all types of stupid mothafuckas. He was loud so I knew Sam could hear him.

  “King, calm down. You right, I should’ve called you, but I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry I made you worry, okay?” I mumbled into the phone.

  “Put Sam on the damn phone,” Kin
g was pissed.

  “It was a mistake—”

  “Yeah, you’ve been making a lot of fuckin’ mistakes lately. Peaches, I don’t wanna talk to you, give Sam the fuckin’ phone,” he spat out harshly. Not saying anything else, I handed the phone to Sam. Not looking at him, I grabbed my shirt from the floor, and slipped it on. Looking around for my thong and bra and not seeing them, I just pulled on my jeans.

  “King, it’s not even that serious. Chill the fuck out, nigga, she grown. King, get the fuck off my phone,” Sam snapped. “Yo brother dumb as fuck. You alright?” He asked and I nodded my head yes.

  I got that King was worried, but he always had to blow shit out of proportion. I guess he had his reasons, though. With everything that happened with Mark, I should’ve called him.

  “I’m cool, he’ll get over it.” Shrugging, I looked out the window, seeing it had started to get dark. “What time is it?” I asked while grabbing my phone from the front seat.

  “It’s eight-fifty, why?” he asked.

  “Are you serious?” I asked while unlocking my phone, seeing all the missed calls and text messages from Sean. “Damn, how the hell did I sleep that long?” I asked myself, it was a dumb question seeing as I hadn’t been sleeping over the past few days.

  “What?”

  “I was supposed to meet Sean at six-thirty to study. Fuck! My car!” Snatching the phone away from me, Sam put it in his pocket. “Sam—”

  “Shut up, calm down. I talked to him while you were sleep. Your key’s are under the seat,” he said and I let out a sigh of relief. “What’s wrong with your car?” Sam asked.

  I rolled my eyes as I started fingering my hair, trying to get it straight.

  “What you rolling your eyes for?”

  “Yo boy kicked out my fuckin’ window,” I told him and he laughed.

  “That explains his truck. Why he do that?” I gave him a black stare.

  “Because he’s an asshole. Blaze thinks he can have everything his way and do what he wants. I keep telling him I’m not one of these dumbass bitches he’s used to fuckin’ with. Peaches is not gon’ kiss his ass and I’m not gon’ be played. If he want bitches suckin’ his dick, cool. Just leave me the fuck alone. Anyways, his stupid ass came to my school tryna talk, I didn’t want to talk or see him, tho. I’ve been dodging him since Sunday, but he popped up on my ass today. Long story short, he and Sean got into a fight. I told him to leave, Blaze said fuck me then kicked out my window. So I shot up his truck.”

  “Yo ass always shooting some shit. You two mothafuckas do too much for no damn reason,” he said, getting out.

  “That’s not me, that’s his stupid ass. Hey, where’s my thong and bra?” Once out, I pulled my jeans up then leaned back in the truck tryna find my under clothes.

  “Shid, I think I threw them in the back. Where my shirt?” He asked, looking under the seat just as I was. Glancing at one another at the same time, we started laughing.

  “This not funny, your truck eating clothes and shit,” I told him as I opened the driver’s door and found his shirt. “Here. Now where the hell my thong and bra, man? I just bought that damn set. See, I’m not messing with you anymore.” I was kind of mad I couldn’t find my stuff, it was a sexy grey and lavender lace set. “Can you tell I don’t have on a bra?” I asked, straightening my shirt. Looking at my chest, Sam smiled. “You perv. Ugh, lets go.” Shaking my head, I grabbed my shoes out the seat, slipped them on and slid into the front seat.

  “I was just fuckin’ with you, but you can’t tell. If I find your bra, I’ll give it to you.” He only said bra.

  “My thong too, nigga. I just got that.” Pulling off, he made a tss sound. “Tss nothing—”

  “That thong going on my mirror, I don’t know what you talking about,” Sam said, glancing at me.

  “You stupid. I want to curl into my bed and pass out,” I told him as a yawn slipped through my lips. Shaking his head, Sam turned off the radio.

  “You always go to sleep after I eat yo pussy, that’s some nigga shit right there. Nut and go to sleep. You probably can’t take dick either,” he nudged my head up off the seat, making me laugh.

  “Ha, ha, ha, funny. Now shut up and take me to get my food. I’m starving.” I rubbed my stomach as it growled loudly.

  Sam must have heard it because he looked at me with a raised brow. “Damn, okay, call and order your food.”

  Embarrassed I did as I was told before leaning back into the seat, getting comfortable.

  ***

  After we got our food, Sam took me back to get my car then we went back to my house. Once home, I changed into some shorts, making myself more comfortable. When I was done, I met Sam in the living room where we sat on my couch eating, talking, and watching Law & Order: SVU.

  “You going to the Rex for Britt’s cookout?” I asked, slapping his hand with my spoon as he tried to grab a piece of chicken off my plate. “Gon’ now, I already said I wasn’t sharing.”

  “Remember that,” he said, making me laugh.

  “I will. Now are you going to Britt’s thing tomorrow?”

  Nodding his head, Sam sat his food on the circular foot rest before grabbing my plate and eating my rice.

  “Yeah. Bianca told me my nappy head ass better be there. I didn’t get her anything, I don’t know what to buy her,” he said, taking a piece of chicken and handing me back my plate.

  I ain’t gon’ say nothing.

  “Sam, just think. She’s a girl, so jewelry, clothes, money. She’s a teen, when I was her age—”

  “Which was what? About three years ago?” He cut me off, laughing.

  Smacking my lips, I hit him. “Fuck you, don’t play me. You get on my damn nerves. Not all of us can be old.” He stopped laughing then. “Anyway, as I was saying, we girls like stuff like that. You’re like a brother to her so money or jewelry, matter of fact give her both.” I told him as I sat my food down and walked behind the bar.

  Grabbing the white bag off of the floor, I slid it on my wrist and grabbed two Heinekens from the bar fridge before going back to sit on the couch. “Want a beer?” I asked, holding one out for him.

  Sam took the drink and grabbed the bag as well. “What’s this?” He sat his beer down and took a black box out of the bag.

  “My gift.” I took the box from him. “This one is mine, these are Britt’s.” I handed him the two white boxes. “You think she’ll like it?” Opening the box, Sam looked at me with a blank stare. “What? You don’t like it?”

  “If you like rainbows, then yeah.” The neutral look on his face had me snatching the boxes from him.

  “At least I got something. Where yo gift at, nigga?” I asked.

  “I’m bullshittin’, damn, chill.” He tried to grab the boxes back, but I pulled it away from him, opening it. “It’s cute, colorful, but it’s cool.” He looked over at the bracelet.

  I’d bought Brittany a white gold, multicolored, rainbow, sapphire tennis bracelet and…

  “You should let me buy this from you,” Sam said, holding the matching necklace.

  I took it from him and put it back.

  “Uh, no, we can’t do that. If we do, everybody’s going to think we got them together. It’s a set, Sam.” That man was crazy.

  Snatching my box out of my hand, he shrugged. “So what? We were together, you found the bracelet and I got the necklace. We can’t shop together or you don’t want anybody to know we be chilling from time to time?”

  “I don’t give two fucks what nobody thinks. Everybody can know we kick it as well as you eating my pussy, it wouldn’t matter. I’m single and last I checked, I’m grown. So I can do as I please.” Everybody can know except for King and Blaze that is. Nodding his head, he slapped my thigh. “Stop, that shit hurt, nappy headed bastard,” I snapped at him.

  “Okay, I see yo wannabe grown ass. Wait, you got two bracelets,” he said, finally opening my box.

  “That one’s mine. You know I love colors so when I saw that one of cour
se I had to get me one. And no, I’m not selling you that necklace because I’m still debating on keeping it for myself.” I bought myself a rainbow bracelet like the one I got for Britt. It wasn’t exactly the same, mine was wider and instead of having just the one roll of colorful sapphire diamonds, mine had four rolls. It was beautiful.

  I can’t wait to wear it.

  “You’re about the most colorful person I know. Where you buy these from? I think I want a pinky ring.” Laughing, I put the stuff back in the bag and sat it on the side of the couch. “I’m serious, those diamonds shining, I like that,” he said and finished off his beer.

  “King has a jewelry man that I became friends with. He has a shop out in Crown Point.” He gave me a knowing look. “Fuck you, it’s not even like that with him. He’s happily married. Every guy I’m friends with hasn’t necessarily been a head buddy, I’ve only had a handful of those I kept around. I don’t just get head from anybody. That’s nasty.”

  That was a lie but he didn’t have to know I’d been reckless when it came to getting my pussy eaten, but not anymore. Sam looked like he didn’t believe me which he shouldn’t have. “Whatever, but I can talk to him for you. We can rock our gay pride jewelry together.”

  “Get the fuck out of here with that shit. For real, Peaches, let me buy that from you.” Once again he asked.

  Shaking my head, I laid back on the couch, putting my feet in his lap.

  “No, so stop asking. You should’ve went out and bought something. Plus, I have to put both King’s and my name on the gift because knowing his triflin’ ass he didn’t get her nothing either. Then again, he did pay for those, unbeknownst to him.”

  “I don’t even wanna know how. How about you put the both of y’all names on the bracelet then make it look like we all went shopping together,” was his serious suggestion. I started laughing as I shook my head. “So you’re really going to tell me no for real?” He turned towards me and I nodded my head yes.

  Opening my legs, Sam placed himself between them, pressing his lower body into mine.