The Party

Iyanna (Chapter 4)

Drinking out the bottle of a pint of Pineapple Amsterdam, I was on my third one. This my coping mechanism, like I said before killing someone is nothing you can get out your head. That shit haunt you; in my dreams, my thoughts, and I swear I be seeing them in the real life calling my name in an faint whisper "Iyanna, Iyanna". Still I dont let it defeat me, it was my decision to live like this ian about to complain because I don't regret splitting they wig. I got up, went in the shower having the water steaming hot attempting to wash away my sins from the other night. Stepping out the shower letting my body air dry, I rolled a blunt my phone was blowing up. I haven't used it since that night and still haven't planned on changing it. I had school work to do and was behind. Taking out my laptop getting started on my business courses. That was my main focus, being a worker was something I couldn't get into. Having a somebody over my shoulder telling me what to and how to do it at the tone they choose to say it in is NOT me. Ima be my own boss guess I got that mentality from my daddy. I wasn't a good thirty minutes into my work before it was knocking at my door. I threw on some shorts and a tank top then headed to the door, it was Trae.

"Whats up wit ya phone shawty?", he asked, "Nothin", I replied dryly. "So why you not answering it?", he said I can sense the attitude coming. So I went on and gave him an answer. "Ian wanna be bothered i needed time to myself", he didn't like that. "Yo shorty you need to answer yo phone no excuses I don't give a fuck what it is" Trae responded with all his hand motions. This nigga really take his position to the head. "Last time I checked this my shit and my name on them bills if I don't wanna answer my shit thats what its gone be ian them niggas that act like robots around you you trippin". He had me fucked up especially after what I had to do a couple days ago.

Trae looked at me up and down, I was giving him a hard stare. He rushed on up on me putting me against the living room wall. "Who you talkin' to?" he demanded running his tongue across my neck. "Get off me" I said fightin to get him off me. He held me tighter and sucked harder on my neck sending chills down my spine, I started crossing my legs because he was causing my pussy to get wet. "Tra...aeee..stop", I managed to whisper out feeling weaker by the second. "Don't fight this shit you know you want this shit so let it happen" Trae said smoothly, its true I needed it its been a good lit' minute since we had sex. He came up kissing under my chin eventually leading to my lips. I closed my eyes when I felt his tongue touch my lips I gave in and returned my tongue with his. He picked me up carrying me to the sectional he laid me back lifting up my shirt he got to laying kissing on my breast having his tongue lead a trail to my stomach piercing. That shit was feeling too good, I kept my eyes on him not wanting to miss it. My eyes closed when  I saw him slide my panties to the side, "Ahh shkk...shit", I moaned softly as I could still acting like we was sneaking as he sucked and chewed on my clit. We made eye contact while he was putting in work with his tongue, I bit my bottom lip puttin my heads on his head guiding him while moving my hips in rhythm. "Shit boy thats it like that...like that" I was about to cum. "You like that?", he asked in between his tongue strokes. I screamed out "Yessss" with my eyes rollin to the back of my head cumming all on his tongue, coming to kiss me saying "See how this pussy taste", he said sticking his tongue out. I pulled his head to me and kissed him deep suckin on his tongue gettin a good taste. Trae smiled "I like that nasty shit, na get up and put that ass in the air", he commanded. I did just that, looking back at him waiting "Be gentle" I told him. I watched until I felt him rubbing his dick across my clit, I faced forward. Letting out a soft moan as I felt him pushing inside spreading my pussy lips making my body tense up yet anticipating more. "Ohhh shit!", I let out right when I felt him all the way in. He gripped my waist started going slow then pounding making my ass sound off as it came in contact with his body stuffing me with what I needed at that moment. "Keep that ass up..dont move", Trae said continuously stabbing this pussy, I laid my chest down on the couch making my ass raise higher, "Yeah just like that", he said, I knew he liked how I did that cause I swear he was hitting my stomach with each stroke he was going deeper and deeper. I gripped whatever I could on the couch tried to keep still raising my head up looking back at him screaming out "Shit baby..riggght there!..don't stop..". All he was able to get out was "hmm!" as he focused on how my ass was moving as he hit it admiring my new tattoo covering my whole right thigh of a red bandanna with guns & roses with black bleeding letters saying "I BLEED THIS"..I started throwing it back at him biting my lip. That made him turn up he found a nice grip on my back pinning my upper body to the couch and began hitting harder going deeper hitting my spot, making my body shake I felt myself about to cum. "Trraaee!", was all I could manage to say. "Shit girl..this shit soo fuckin' good" He was into it just like I was, he started going faster, 6 strokes later I was cumming all over his dick.

He came a couple strokes after me, we laid on the couch he held me, no lie it was feeling good to be held after all that was going through my mind. Trae turned my face to his.

"Yo you good? whats on ya mind!?", He asked. Looking in his eyes I know he probably really wanted to know. Still this was something I wanted to handle myself, I don't need the distractions of people including him knowing my moves. "Yeah im bool" I responded turning back around closing my eyes forcing myself to sleep right after I held his hand as I drifted off.