A Trey Songz Story
Written By: Lex (@LexingtonAve_)
Chapter 13: he was suppose to be a game to play.
I hate Valentine’s day for so many reasons. It’s too lovey dovey for me. For some odd reason, I could never stay in a relationship for longer than a few months. I don’t know if it’s me or the people I tend to date but I gave up on love a long time ago. The longest relationship I ever had was my ex boyfriend Marcus, it was 2 years. He hurt me so bad that I vowed to never love again. It’s funny how the cookie crumbles because now I’m his manager since he’s in the group Hamilton Park. I could ruin his career before it really even starts. He’s lucky I’m not mad and bitter.
Atlanta’s nightlife was dull tonight, only because tonight everyone had someone at home waiting for them. I sat by myself at the bar STRIP in Atlantic Station. I threw back my second shot of Ciroc and shook my head as the substance burned my throat. I looked around the place and noticed couples everywhere. I rolled my eyes and as my phone vibrated on the bar counter. It was my client, August Alsina.
I rolled my eyes, “Ty’Ranae speaking.”
“Hey Ty. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Ummm. Yeah you too.”
“What’s up?” He asked.
“Nothing just unwinding from a long day.”
“True. I need your help.”
I shifted on the bar stool. “Well what’s going on?”
“Me and Lloyd in the studio right now and we need your honest opinion. When can you come through?” I knew it had something to do with music.
I looked at my watch, I wanted to drink at least another shot before I whine up spending the night in the studio messing around with August. “Umm give me about two hours.”
“Cool. Hit my phone when you get outside.”
I hung up my phone and decided to make a quick phone. It’s been a while since I had talked to him anyways. I smiled a little when he answered.
“Yo Ty.” His brought a brighter smile to my face.
“Hey Tyga, What’s up.”
“Nothing just spending time with Chyna.”
It seemed like my whole world stopped when he said those six words.“Oh…”
He asked, “What’s up though?”
“Nothing. Forget it. I’ll talk to you later.”
I hung up the phone instantly felt anger taking over my body. I had no reason to be mad though, Tyga wasn’t my man but for some reason I felt hurt. Last time I checked him and Chyna wasn’t together anymore…so when did they start kicking it again? I shook my head as I began to get myself together before snapping. Now I see why I refuse to take dudes serious…they tell you one thing but always do another. Shit, that night at my place… I could tell they wasn’t together. He was in town for the BET HipHop Awards and we hooked up after the after party.
We had just left RoomService Lounge we were celebrating his awards for Best New Rap Artist and Best Rap Video…we both were beyond wasted. But by the grace of God I was able to drive. The original plan was to take him back to his hotel but somehow he talked me into just letting him crash at my spot. We were both sitting on my couch just talking…
“Your really beautiful…”
I smiled at him.“You always know what to say to make me smile huh?”
Tyga moved closer to me. “You know it…. “
I raised my brow to him, “What are you doing?”
“Shh… Just relax.” He caressed my face and smiled.
I did as I was told. Tyga removed my clothing piece by piece. Every time he removed a piece of clothing he made it up with a kiss. When I only had on my bra and panties Tyga just stared at me with amazement. Tyga knew I NEEDED some loving but tonight I guess he wanted me to do things I never dreamed up.
I was a little nervous because we had never been intimate with each other. Never had I imagined we would be here, in my living room tonguing down each other. The way Tyga was admiring my body made me feel like I was all he needed & wanted.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I want to make love to you like never before…”
I leaned forward and kissed his pink lips, “But I wanna Dance for you… “
I got up and put my“Reloaded” playlist on; the first song to come on was ‘Dance For You’ by Beyonce. I gave Tyga the most seductive dance. I sat him in the chair in the middle of the floor. I knew exactly what I was doing when it came to putting on a show. In the middle of my dance he pushed me against the wall as he roughly kissed on my neck.
“Mmm” a moan slipped from my lips.
He removed my bra and then tugged at my panties. He whispered, “Take this shit off.”
I smiled at his aggressiveness and eased out of my panties. Tyga took one of his hands and held both of my wrists above my head. With his free hand he gently rubbed his hand across my body making my inner woman smile as bright as the sun. He started at my collarbone , then my bare nipples, then down to my navel and ended at my dripping pussy. Then suddenly I felt his fingers touch my pussy lips and I tensed up.
“Naw baby, don’t be scared now.” Tyga said in my ear.
He pressed his index and middle finger against my clit and rubbed it.
“Ahhh.” escaped from my mouth as I bit my lip.
His lips kissed my lips roughly, he let go of my wrists and unbuckled his pants while still kissing me. Tyga moved his knee between my legs, he grabbed the head of his dick and teased my throbbing pussy.
“Mmm…Stop…Playing.” I yearned.
Tyga shoved his dick into my dripping pussy. “Damnnn.” he said as he got used to the tight grip of my walls. It had been a while since I had sex. He picked up both of my legs and went deeper into my pussy.
“Damn Babe…” I moaned as he stroke deeper into my love.
He carried me to the couch while still stroking deep inside of me. He laid me down as he got on top of me. He placed my thick caramel legs on top of his shoulders and looked me in my eyes. The room was filled with the mixture of the scent of sex and wee morning breeze. After two hours of pulling hair, scratching bodies, gripping the couch and multiple orgasms shared between the both of us.
I shook my head to rid myself of thinking about that night. I paid for my drinks and grabbed my clutch, suddenly I didn’t want to drink my problems away. Light raindrops began to fall causing me to run to my car because I didn’t have a umbrella. So much for the damn weather-man. I shut the door of my range rover and threw my head back. I slowly began to regret the night me and Tyga shared two months ago. Ever since that night…I’ve been doing things I don’t usually do when it comes to dudes. That one thing is caring… and that’s something I’m not used too.