A Trey Songz Fiction Story

Written by Tricia (@GimmeUnusual)

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“It never rains in Southern California. They tell me. It never rains in Southern California…”

I had this jawt by “Tony! Toni! Tone!” blasting through the speakers as I two-stepped in front of the air conditioner. It was 102 degrees in L.A. Scorching!

I took off work today because I had to go to traffic court. What I expected to take hours only took 15 minutes…and yeah; I wasn’t going into work afterwards. NOT A CHANCE! Instead I got back home around 9:45 a.m. and went back to sleep. I woke up at 11:30 to watch the news and it said the temperature was steadily rising and by mid-afternoon it was expected to reach 107 degrees. The weatherman told everyone who could to stay in doors and for those who could not, to stay hydrated.

After some much needed rest, a little lunch, and a bunch of solo dancing, I decided to put on my bikini and go downstairs to the pool. Figured I’d make the best of my free day.

The elevators were right next to the security desk so I stopped to speak to the afternoon guard Cory. Cory had to be in his mid-40s. He was always flirting with me. He had a cute face but his beer belly made him so not my type. And I guess he was too old for me too, but I probably would’ve still gave him some if it wasn’t for that belly. That didn’t keep me from flirting back though.

“Hey Cory!”

“What up? Lemme see what you got up under that shirt girl,” Cory naughtily smiled.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…just use your imagination!”

“Nicole you know you a tease don’t you? And why you ain’t at work? Playing hookie?”

“Nope I had traffic court and got out early. Finna jump in the pool now.”

“Alright well be careful, it’s hot out there. Don’t want you to get heat stroked and I gotta come out there and resuscitate you, give you chest compressions, and mouth to mouth…on second thought.”

I laughed and tapped the top of his hand, “Boy bye!”

He laughed as I went back passed the elevators and out the back door to the pool. It was extremely hot. The heat seemed to smother each breath I tried to take in. No one else was out there but me. It was only a little after 1 p.m. so most people were still at work and those who weren’t probably stayed in doors like they should’ve.

I sat my towel down on one of the lawn chairs and slipped my feet out of my flip-flops. I reached down for the hem of my cover-up and pulled it up over my head. I walked over to the edge of the pool but before getting in something moving in the distance caught my attention. I looked up to the back door and Cory was there staring at me. I perched my hip to the side and put my hands on my hips so I could tell him off, but he hurried away before I got a chance to. Dirty dog!

I shook my head and laughed. I slowly inched my body into the water. The sun had heated it up a bit but it was still cold. After I got it to waist level I dipped my head in so my body could adjust to the water. I was a pretty good swimmer. I took lessons in high school. I know that’s late but better late than never.

I swam laps, completing a few breaststrokes before I decided to just float across the water to relax. The sun blaring down on my skin with the coolness of the water was the perfect combination. I heard muffled sounds and opened my eyes. All I saw was a masculine physique concealed in a chocolate ensemble.

The sudden figure made me lose my balance and I sunk down to the bottom. I came right back up but once my eyes focused I saw his face was full of nervousness. He stretched his hand in the water and pulled me closer to the edge of the pool. I could see his lips moving but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I put my index finger in my ear to clear out some of the water, adjusted my eyes to see him better, and then looked at him again.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you. What you say?” I asked.

“Are you aight?” he asked.

“Yea.”

“My bad. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay. Can I help you with something?”

“Yeah, the security guard up front said you were back here. I’m from UPS and I got a package for you. Where you want me to sit it?”

“Oh…on the lawn chair over there is fine.”

“It’s kinda big. U sho’?”

“Are you sure it’s for me? I’m not actually expecting anything?”

He looked at the automatic machine in his hand, “It says it’s for Nicole Groins. Is that you?”

“Goins…no ‘R’.”

“Oh right, Goins. My bad…I was thinking that was a fucked up last name. Just knew you got teased as a kid.”

I laughed and he laughed too. His smile…got dayum! He had the sexiest, crooked smile I have ever seen. And his dark eyes reeled me in like a fish. He had a nice frame, stood about six feet, and his coffee colored shorts accented a nice, plump ass for a dude. His face was flawless too…just my type.

“So that’s you right?” he affirmed.

“Yeah, that’s me. Wow…I wonder what it is. Okay, do you mind taking it to my apartment?”

“That’s what they pay me the big bucks for. Fa sho,” he laughed.”

I climbed out the pool and went over to my towel. I heard him say, “Shit” under his breath. When I turned around he tried to play it off like he wasn’t checking me out.

“The box is inside by security. I’ll follow you,” he said.

“Okay,” I responded as I continued drying off.

After catching him check me out, I intentionally stopped drying off fast and started taking my time just to tease him. I brought the towel up my leg slowly and seductively. I could see my titties damn near spilling out of my bikini top as I bent over…I wanted to give him a good show. Instead of me putting my cover-up back on, I just took my towel and wrapped it around my neck. I walked over to him and he opened the back door for me.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Mmhmm…you’re welcome. Anytime.”

I picked up on all his innuendos…they made me giggle on the inside.

Without warning I turned around and started walking backwards, “So how’s this weather treating you?”

He had to look up from my ass to answer, “Aw…shit it’s hot as hell out there, but I got the air blasting in the truck. I’m only out of it for a few minutes just to deliver the packages, so I’m straight.”

“That’s good. Don’t let em’ work you too hard,” I said as I turned back around.

“Where yo clothes at?” Cory blurted out as he came out from behind his desk.

“I just got out the pool. I’m not putting clothes on a wet body. I’m finna go upstairs anyway.” I laughed.

“If you want I can help you take the box upstairs,” Cory offered.

“Naw bruh, I got this. It’s my job anyway,” the delivery man interrupted.

I grinned and pushed the up button for the elevator. It dinged and we got on it.

Neither one of us said a word while we were in the elevator…it was just a bunch of built-up sexual tension floating through the air. I was getting hot seeing his eyes plastered on me from the side. I could feel him looking at me for so long that I turned to look at him. He smiled and held his head down. I smiled and turned back around, looking up at the numbers as the elevator climbed.

Ding! The elevator beeped and the doors opened to the 18^th floor. I held the “open door” button to the elevator as he picked up the box from the elevator floor and stepped out the elevator. I took the lead, taking him to the left, and bringing him in front of my apartment door.

“So you got a man?” he asked as I was using my key to open the door.

I looked over my shoulder at him. He had the box propped up on one of his shoulders. His eyes penetrated my eyes as he licked his top lip awaiting my answer.

“Naw,” I said.

I opened the door and held it for him to walk through. He walked down the narrow hallway and into my living room where he sat the box down.

“Nice spot,” he said.

“Thank you,” I responded as I placed everything in my hands down on the cocktail table.

“So Nicole, you think you might wanna go out sometime?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

I laughed. You could see his ego taking a licking.

“It’s just that I’m not really looking for a man right now.”

“Oh it’s like that? Then what you looking for if it ain’t a man…a woman?”

I laughed and pushed him. He grabbed my wrists and laughed. “So you a carpet muncher huh? I don’t have a problem with that…she can come too—the more the merrier.”

“Ewww! No. I like men. I’m just saying I don’t want anything serious right now.”

“Well I’m down for that too. We can do whatever,” he said.

“Whatever?”

“Whatever you want,” he said with a serious smirk on his face.

My phone rang and I excused myself to go answer it.

“Hello…Cory I’m fine…None of yo’ business…You funny…I am a grown woman…Look I gotta go…I said I’m fine, but thank you though.”

I hung up and directed my attention back to the delivery man.

“So who’s Cory, another one of your niggas?” he asked.

“You sounding mighty jealous already.”

“Naw it ain’t like that. I’m just tryna see where a nigga stand.”

“Cory is security from downstairs. He was just checking on me since you ain’t made your way back downstairs yet. You could be a rapist or killer you know?”

“Naw, none of that but damn Robot Cop on his shit! Trust anything I do is by consent,” he said as he walked closer to me.

I took a deep breath and said, “Nice to know.”

“So what about us?” he asked.

“What about us?”

His hand slid across my hip, “You feelin’ a nigga or what?”

“You cute,” I responded.

“Cute huh? Dogs are cute, but I’ll take it. You can pet me,” he winked.

He was irresistible. I couldn’t help but to smile at him as he looked at me so provocatively.

He removed the towel from my neck and dropped it to the floor. He turned me by my hips to face him and kissed my neck.

“I don’t even know your name,” I said.

In between the nibbles and kisses on my neck he said, “Trey.”

His kisses moved from my neck to my cheek. He came directly in front of me, grasping my hips as his mouth covered my lips. He pierced them with his tongue, plunging in, and demolishing my cool demeanor. My hands cupped his neck as I kissed him in return. His kisses intoxicated me to the point that I never even felt his hands move from my hips, go up my back, and untie my bikini top. What I felt was it loosening on me and it being slid from my body. I abruptly stopped kissing him when I felt it and he looked me in my eyes with so much hunger.

 

“You wanna stop?” he asked.

I paused for a moment. “I don’t want to, but we probably should,” I responded.

“Aight, look I ain’t got a lot of time anyway. I got some more deliveries to make, but lemme give you my number. If you ever wanna hook up just call me.”

He went over to my refrigerator and wrote his number on the pad. He saluted me and walked out the door.

“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” I screamed. I ran over to the door and opened it, “Trey!”

He was standing right there with a smoldering look on his face. So smoldering that it made me take a step back. He walked back in and closed the door behind him. He reached in for me and lifted me from the ground. I wrapped my legs around him, “The bedroom is right there,” I pointed.

He carried me into the bedroom and flung my body on the bed. He came up out of his steel-toe boots and began unbuttoning his brown camp shirt. I crawled over to him and started unlatching his belt and pulling his pants off. His dick was noticeably hard through his boxer briefs. I rubbed my hand against it.

“Mm baby. Don’t tease it. Take it out and kiss it,” he said with shallow breaths.

 

I hesitated for a moment. I know this saying gets old but I don’t do shit like this. It was just something about him that made me throw caution to the wind. I pulled his boxer briefs down and he stepped out of them. I grabbed his dick and instead of licking it and kissing it all around, I spit on it and took it 3/4ths of the way into my mouth. I sucked it hard while my hand massaged the rest of his shaft. He had a big, beautiful dick too. I swiveled my tongue around the head of his dick and pushed it to the back of my throat again. He started trying to fuck my mouth but he was making me gag. I took it out my mouth and worked it with my hand as I sucked on his balls.

After about a minute he pulled his dick away and laid me down on the bed. He pulled my bikini bottoms off and opened my thighs. His mouth went right to my paradise, licking and sucking on my clit until it was a firm little bud. He used his fingers to assist…using his left hand to spread my lips apart as two fingers from his right hand penetrated me…going in and out repetitively. I started screaming in ecstasy. Told him I was about to cum but then he just stopped. I wanted to punch his ass…

“Hold dat shit in. We gone buss together,” he commanded.

I was so pissed that he stopped it until he pushed his dick inside. He didn’t hesitate, pull back to open me up, none of that. He just plunged all the way in. I wasn’t expecting that but my body allowed it. My pussy swallowed him whole, sucking and milking him. He touched every ounce of my walls as he hit the top of my cervix with every stroke.

My nails dug into his back as I clung to him for dear life.

“Squeeze that pussy for me,” he instructed.

I squeezed him tight…trying my best to snap it in two. Shit I needed another one for later.

“Mmm you feel good baby,” he said as he continued to pummel my pussy. He lifted both my legs up over my head and hit it harder. I was loud. I knew I was loud…screaming and carrying on but the shit was too good to hold in.

“That feels good? You like it?” he asked.

“Yes…yes…yes…I LOVE IT…Mmmmm,” I moaned.

“I love it too. I’m ready for you to cum baby. You ready?”

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!”

He tucked his arms under my arms so that his hands could push down on my shoulders.

“Grip them legs for me and hold them up in the air,” he ordered.

I held my legs while he pressed down on my shoulders. This man was hitting my walls so hard that my body was about to cave in. After a few more pumps I yelled that I was about to cum.

I came and right before my orgasm could completely subside, he pulled out and came on my stomach.

“Mm…SHITTTT GIRL! DAMN!” Trey said.

He rubbed his dick until he let it all out on top of my stomach. When he was done he looked at me and smiled. I had one hand over my forehead and one lying in my chest, just trying to catch my breath.

“You got some good pussy,” he said.

“Thank you. You got some good dick.”

“We should do this again.”

“Yea we should.”

“Where your bathroom at?”

“Out the door, first door to your right. Will you bring me a towel back?”

“Yeah.”

He grabbed his clothes from the floor and went to the bathroom. When he appeared a few minutes later he was dressed. He wiped my stomach for me and laid the towel on the night stand. He put on his shoes and gave me a kiss.

“I gotta get back to work but call me later on. Imma have another package for you tonight.”

I grinned, “Okay. I’ll see you later delivery man.”

He winked and left.