by J Peach
“That’s what you act like,” he shrugged nonchalantly.
His action pissed me off. “So what? I don’t fuck just anything or anyone. I fuck two people, well three, given I had sex with Smoke. But that was a onetime thing. Other than that, I don’t fuck nobody but you and Leon on a regular,” I had to let his ass know. “Now before I started messing with y’all, yeah, the whole prostitute thing was most definitely me. But I was younger then, now I only deal with you two. Every now and then I may pick up some random at a party or club, but that isn’t that often, so don’t be calling me no damn prostitute!” The attitude in my voice didn’t go unnoticed.
“Damn, you mad about that, huh?” Parker asked with a laugh.
“No, I really don’t give a fuck what you think about me.” Saying that only made him laugh harder as he pulled in front of a big white house.
“If you don’t care, why the fuck you mad then? Why the fuck you feel the need to explain yoself to me for? You a grown ass woman, you don’t give a fuck remember? So me calling you a prostitute shouldn’t fuck with you.”
My mouth opened and then closed as I tried to think of a reason as to why I felt the need to explain myself. “I just don’t want you thinking—”
He turned to face me. “But what I’m thinking don’t matter, remember?”
I opened my mouth to snap at him, but he had gotten out of the car before a word could leave my mouth. “Rude ass mothafucka, I swear.” My arms folded under my chest as I sat in my seat waiting on him to come back.
Once I made it back to Gary. I wasn’t even going to waste my time on that dumbass nigga. He talked as if he knew me or some shit. I was going to forget all about Parker and the day I spent with him. He was right. What he thought of me shouldn’t have mattered nor hurt my feelings. But it did.
My door suddenly opened and I looked up at Parker. “What?” I asked him with an attitude.
“Why the fuck you still sitting in the car?” He stared at me like I was slow.
I looked to the big white house and then back to Parker. “I don’t know. You didn’t tell me to get out. I thought you was just running in like you did at the other houses,” I explained before getting out the car. “You a rude ass dude, you could’ve told me to get out the car.” I was saying to him as I grabbed my purse off the floor.
It wasn’t until I closed my door and turned around that I realized he had once again walked off. Sighing heavily, I walked up the driveway to five little concrete steps. With an attitude, I followed the path to another set of eight steps. Once at the front door I tried to open the door, but it was locked.
Sighing, I knocked on the door but didn’t get a response. So I knocked harder, still nothing. “Are you fuckin’ serious!” Angrily, I hit the door hard. “Stupid ass nigga, I swear.” I closed the screen door and sat on the porch. I pulled out my phone and turned it on to call him. The damn thing didn’t even fully load before it started ringing. Once I saw Leon’s name, I started to reject the call but figured I would see what he wanted.
“Yes, Leon?” I crossed my legs and my head dropped on my knee as his loud voice blurred through the other line.
“Why the fuck yo ass ain’t answering the phone? This how you playin’ it, huh?” He fussed.
Now I was regretting even answering the phone. “Don’t yell at me and I told you I was out of town. Who I’m with shouldn’t even matter tho, it’s not like you my nigga,” I told him softly, not having an attitude about him yelling. I just didn’t feel like arguing with him at all. Parker had me frustrated and irritated.
“I’m tryin’ to be tho’ but yo ass always on that bullshit,” he sounded so serious about that.
A laugh slipped through my lips and my head shook.
“Why you laughing, Angel?” He asked.
“Because you stupid. Where yo daffy duck sounding bitch at?” I asked.
“She somewhere around here being irritating as fuck. Why you think I been blowing yo ass up?” He laughed before sighing.
“Because you wanna fuck, that’s the only reason you blow my phone up like this. And what I tell you about calling me when yo girl around? You a reckless, careless ass nigga,” I told him with a shake of my head.
“I ain’t careless, Jennifer know what’s up. I’m off tomorrow, can I see you?” Rolling my eyes, a loud sigh left my mouth. “Damn, fo’real Ang?”
Mentally, I shook my head because I knew once I got back home he was going to make sure we saw each other. “Leon, I don’t know, man. I ain’t even tryna fuck with you like that no more, you getting too attached—” My words were cut off as I jumped hard from the loud baritone voice that called my name.
“Syn!” Parker called from the yard next door in a pair of basketball shorts. “What the fuck you doing over there?”
I stared at him like he was crazy.
“You left and I was waiting on you to come back out. I was knocking on the door, but nobody answered,” I told him as he walked over to me. “Where you coming from?” I asked, staring at his change of clothes.
“The crib. Ain’t nobody answer that door because don’t nobody stay there. So yo ass was gon’ sit out here?” Parker asked, laughing at me.
I felt so fuckin’ stupid. “But why you park in this driveway? That’s why I thought you went in here, I didn’t see which house you went in.”
Grabbing my hand, he led me to the house next door, still laughing. “That’s my driveway for right now,” he said, walking to a door on the side of the brick house. “Who was you talkin’ to?” Parker saying that reminded me about Leon and I quickly got on the phone.
“Hey, I’ll talk to you once I get back, okay?” I said. Hearing the irritated sigh, I was about to hang up thinking he was about to start some shit.
“I’ight, man. Hit my line as soon as you get back.”
Laughing, I just hung up the phone.
“Who was that?” Parker asked. I turned toward him once I got in the house and hit him in the chest. “Fuck you hit me for?”
“Why would you just walk off like that? Yo ass had me sitting out there in front of an empty house looking stupid. You could’ve waited for me.”
He gripped my wrist and jerked me to him as I went for another hit. “What the fuck I tell you about hitting me?” He snapped, staring down at me hard. My glaring face matched his as I tried to jerk out of his hold. “You ain’t gon’ be satisfied until I knock yo ass out.”
The hard stare I tried holding began to crumble because of his tight grip. “After this, I’m done. So ain’t no point of you trying to get to know me anymore. This, I don’t do. So after tonight let’s forget today even happened,” I spoke just above a whisper. I was becoming slightly turned on by the tight hold he had on my wrist as well from the hard look on his face.
“Mm, that’s what you want?” He asked, walking me into the counter.
I couldn’t find my voice as my breathing picked up. My head nodded up and down giving my reply.
“I can forget about you, that ain’t no problem.” Parker’s eyes dropped down to my lower body. He bit into his lower lip before his eyes slowly made their way up my body. Finally reaching my face, his eyes roamed over it for a second longer before our eyes locked. “That’s a lie, it’ll be a serious problem forgetting you. Shid, ain’t no bitch pussy ever been memorable before. Yo shit stay on my brain.” Parker saying that put a damper on the ache that had started between my legs.
If this was just a fuck thing to him, why take it outside of the club. Even so, his straight forwardness pulled another string to heighten my aching sex. “If fuckin’ me is all there is to this then there’s no reason to move it from the club. If Syn is what you want, then that’s the only place you’re going to get her. Out here she don’t exist.”
“I’m sho I can bring her out here.”
The look he gave me was one of surety. For some reason that had a smile tugging at my lips. I rolled my eyes as I glanced down toward his feet so he wouldn’t see. My stomach tighten
ed and I tried to fight that stupid giddy feeling that was growing. Letting my arms go, Parker quickly picked me up and placed me on the counter top in the kitchen.
“Syn, don’t wanna come out and play with me?”
That made me laugh as I looked back at him. “No.” I tried to keep a straight face, but couldn’t. His hands came to my waist. “Parker, wait.” I started saying as he pulled his dick out of his basketball shorts before bringing me to the edge of the counter. “I’m not a prostitute.”
Parker stopped pulling at my panties once those words left my mouth. “Damn, that really fuck’d with you, huh?”
I was kind of embarrassed to admit it, but it really did bother the hell out of me.
Why though?
I couldn’t begin to explain, but it really did. I personally didn’t know Parker like that, beside what his sex game was like and what he did out there on the streets. Other than that, I didn’t know him well enough for his opinion of me to matter, but it did.
He couldn’t know that, though.
“No, it didn’t. I was just saying I’m not a prostitute. What I do is work only. You’re my work, that’s it. Once work turns personal, I quit that job and move to the next one. Doing that don’t make me a prostitute,” I explained as he ran his leaky tip through my slit before placing his self at my opening.
“Once this became personal, ain’t no quitting and ain’t no going to the next. The moment I brought you to my crib this became personal, so lose yo other jobs.” With one hard thrust he filled me completely, causing a loud gasp to leave my mouth at his painful invasion.
My eyes went wide from the unexpected movement. Parker cussed as he pulled out, rubbing his dick over my clit. He spanked the swollen nub before coming back to my opening and pushing inside me again.
I loved the painful feeling mixed with the pleasure that he brought me. I grabbed Parker’s ass, pulling him more into me as I laid back on the counter. My nails bit into his skin and my inner muscles tightened around him. I grinded my pelvis against his.
Grabbing the hem of the dress, he pulled it over my head. After tossing my dress to the side, he pulled out then removed his clothes as well as my panties. He pushed back inside of me as he pulled me up. His face came closer to mine. I resisted and turned my head so he kissed my jaw.
Parker pulled out. Then he grabbed my chin in a tight grip and turned my face back to his. “Why you do that?” His lips pressed against mine.
“Because I don’t like to kiss,” I lied.
I wanted to kiss him, but I didn’t like the feeling it brought me. Even so, I wanted to feel that giddiness. He moved in to kiss me again. I started to protest, but he simply ignored it. He caught and bit into my bottom lip at the same time he pushed inside of me.
A gasp slipped from my throat and my eyes closed.
He took that moment to thrust his tongue into my mouth. When our tongues touched there was no fighting. Whatever fight I had left at the sensual feeling that raged inside of me. I was suddenly so turned on by Parker and that damn kiss that our movements seemed to suddenly go slow.
My lips moved with his. “Mm,” a moan left my mouth as my arms wrapped around his neck.
Parker’s arm held my waist as he moved slowly into me. Stroking my inner walls sensually. His left hand grasped the side of my face as his lips caressed mine. The feel of his mouth and body caused my inner muscles to squeeze tightly around him as anticipation built inside of me.
His head moved back, away from mine.
Desperate to feel his lips again, I moved in close to bring our mouths together once again, but he pulled back. My eyes opened and I stared up at him. He was already looking down at me. His head lowered and his lips played with mine as his hips began to move.
Suddenly Parker started to dig long and deep inside of me. My mouth parted and my eyes closed as my head rolled back. His lips came to my throat. He pulled the skin into his mouth and started to suck as he picked up his pace.
“Parker, ooh, sss. Ooh, shit!” My hand grasped the back of his head. My other hand grabbed his ass and my legs widened. I pulled him more into me while I tried to match his strokes. “Oh, God! Parker, don’t stop,” I moaned out. My lips pressed against the top of his head before I made my way down the side of his face. Grabbing hold of his chin, I lifted his head up. My tongue traced around the rim of his mouth until his lips parted. I slid my tongue into his mouth and moaned as he kissed me back.
Don’t stop suddenly started to play in my head. The words sounded almost desperate as I held onto him tightly. My eyes were open wide as my mouth slowly moved with his. My body soon felt numb and I wanted to hit him for the stupid feelings that he was causing inside of me.
The way his lips moved so sensually against mine made it seem like he cared. The way his hips thrust and stroked my inner walls deeply caused me to hold onto him tightly. I didn’t want to lose the connection I felt we had, the connection that made it seem like what we were doing was so much more then sex. The feeling was unfamiliar to me, yet it was something I’d craved for so many years.
This time Parker wasn’t rough with me like he normally was. He was slow and gentle, making my body ache for more. I didn’t want his body to stop its stroke into me or his mouth to stop kissing me. I liked the way his arms felt holding me. Everything he was doing felt so right that I didn’t want him to stop.
I shouldn’t want this, tho. I don’t want to feel like this.
As the realization that we were making love instead of having sex hit me, my head jerked back. I pushed him away from me so fast, almost as if he had burned me.
“I can’t do this.” I jumped off of the counter, grabbed my dress and purse off of the floor and quickly left out the room.
“Syn, hold up!” Parker called after me.
I went through the first door I saw and locked myself inside. As I panted heavily, realizing, I was in the bathroom, I went to the sink. I turned on the water and tossed some on my face.
I can’t do this.
I thought that as I stared at myself in the mirror. My body suddenly jumped at the knock on the door.
“Syn!” Parker called from the other side.
I ignored him. I didn’t know what to say. I felt embarrassed about running out, but I couldn’t continue with the feelings I was having. I didn’t want them, especially if they weren’t real. Hell, I didn’t know what was real anymore. Sex was my thing, it was something I did well, without feeling a thing but pleasure. However, what had just happened with Parker was pleasurable and something else that scared the hell out of me. It was a feeling I never felt.
My hand went to the pit of my stomach as that giddiness grew stronger. My inner walls squeezed tightly together. I could still feel his deep sensual strokes moving inside of me. My eyes closed and my hands moved to my pussy. My head tilted to the side as the feel of his lips came to my neck.
“Syn! Come on, sweetheart, open the door.” Parker banged harder, making me jump. “Just tell me what I did. Did I hurt you?” He asked.
My hand quickly left my throbbing sex. I took a deep breath and let it out shakily. I needed to get high.
I need to get high to calm myself down.
Quickly, I grabbed my purse, dumping the contents on the floor. I was hoping to find a pill or two as I rummaged through my things.
“Angel, open the gotdamn door!” He sounded like he was becoming impatient.
“Just give me a sec,” I yelled while I continued my search. I found nothing on the floor so I snatched my purse up and started to check the pockets. They were empty. “Fuck!” I yelled, throwing my purse to the floor.
My hands began to shake, my nerves were now on edge. I went to the sink and turned on the water, I used my hand as a cup and drank some. It did nothing for my shaking body. Aside from earlier that day, I had never had sex with Parker sober.
What the hell did he do to me?
A laugh left my mouth. “That nigga got you losing your mind,” I talked to myself. I l
ooked at myself in the mirror and laughed with a shake of my head. “Bitch, pull yoself together. It’s a job. Do the damn job so you can go home,” I gave myself a pep talk. And I tried to shake myself mentally so I could get control over my body.
“Angel, who you talking to?” Parker asked as he stood in the threshold of the door.
I jumped and covered my naked body. “What the hell! Don’t you knock?” I snapped at him. “Didn’t I lock that door?”
His brows rose and he held up a key. “I did knock and you ain’t open the door, so I did. What the fuck is up with you?” He stepped into the bathroom.
I looked away from him. A shaky hand ran through my hair. “Nothing, I’m good. I just need,” a nervous laugh left my mouth as my hand ran through my hair once again.
“You need what?” His head tilted and he looked me over before his eyes drifted to the floor where all the contents from my purse lay.
Before he could say anything else, I quickly crouched down and started picking my stuff up. “I was trying to find my lip gloss,” I named the first item I saw on the floor. I was off my game. I wasn’t used to handling shit sober. I couldn’t focus or think of a good lie. My hands continued to shake as I became frustrated. “Fuck!”
I dropped my stuff again and rubbed my hand against my thigh and then through my hair. I was trying to get myself together, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to, at least not until I got a couple of pills flowing in my system. I didn’t want to have to ask Parker, but I needed them.
“Come here,” Parker pulled me up off of the floor. His hands came to the side of my face.
My eyes moved to his, but quickly fell to the bathroom floor.
He tilted my head back and his eyes locked with mine. “Damn, Syn. I ain’t know you was this bad.”
I pulled away from him. “What are you talking about?” I folded my arms over my chest in order to keep them still. I licked my lips and rolled my neck.
“When was the last time you got high?” He asked me.
I rolled my eyes at him. “With you earlier. Can you get out please so I can get dressed?”
