Syn: Sex Is Syn, Love Is Pain

by J Peach

  My hand wiped at my mouth as I stared at her. Walking up to Syn, I took the beer from her hand and set it on the counter before I leaned into her.

  She looked away from me to the floor.

  “Baby girl, what you don’t understand is that I don’t need you for shit. It’s nothing you can give me that I can’t get myself or do on my own. Ma, I’m offering you shit because I’m about to make you stop one of yo jobs. So that money ain’t gon’ be there no more and since I’mma make you quit, it’s only right that I pick up that bill,” I told her. “I took the biggest one you got and I’m willing to take care of that for you. Now, if you don’t want to believe that, I don’t know what else to tell you other than to wait it out and see,” I explained to her.

  For years I worked hard to build my money up. I had a lot of shit with no one to share it with. I wasn’t looking to spoil no leeching ass bitch, but someone who was determined to work for what they wanted. Syn was that person for me. And to find out that she continued to shut me down for years after she learned that I wasn’t a broke nigga, that only made me want her more.

  Shid, if she was going to let me, I was going to spoil the fuck outda her. The shit was crazy to me because I barely knew anything about her, but what I did know was that I wanted her.

  “But…” She started to say something but stopped as she stared at me. Syn looked confused as her head tilted. “I don’t get it. I’m trying, but I can’t believe it. You wouldn’t understand.”

  Laughing, I grabbed her beer and finished it. I set the bottle down and picked her up, placing her on the counter top. “Try me. Tell me how I wouldn’t get you’ve been fuck’d over by these bum ass niggas you messed with. Now you so fuck’d up you’re blind to a real nigga coming to you.” I pulled her to the end of the counter, closer to me. “Is that what I won’t understand?” My hand went to the side of her neck, tilting her head back. “Is that what I won’t get?” I asked her as my lips pressed into hers.

  She didn’t resist me, instead her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to her. Syn pulled back and slid her hand down to my jeans. Quickly she undid them before she worked to pull my shirt off.

  As bad as I wanted to take it there with Syn, I stopped her. She was already fuck’d up thinking I wanted something from her and with her crazy ass mind she probably thought sex was the main thing. And that was probably why she was so quick to offer it to me. But that wasn’t it, I just wanted her.

  I pulled away from her. “I ain’t about to fuck with you right now.”

  She let out a grunt and tried to continue. “Why not? I wanna play with you, though.”

  “You need to finish yo work that’s spread out in the living room. Gon’ head and do that.” I went to help her down off the counter, but she slapped my hands away.

  “Are you serious right now?” A look of confusion covered her face.

  “Yeah, I’m dead ass serious. You said you gotda be at school in the morning and we gotda drive back to yo crib out in Gary. We good for now, gon’ handle yo business.” I didn’t wait for her to reply, instead, I turned away from her and walked out the kitchen. Then I went down the hallway until I found the bathroom.

  I knew if I stayed in the kitchen with Syn my ass would’ve broke and I would’ve fuck’d the shit out of her on that counter. But I ain’t just want that from her, shid, I had seven years to see what her sex game was like and that shit was crazy. But I wanted more, I wanted to know what she was like on a personal level.

  Once I found the bathroom, I started searching for her towels. When I found them, I took out a face and a dry towel before I went to the shower and turned on the hot water. I pulled off my clothes and then I got in under the spray, letting it pound against my skin.

  My hand rubbed over my head and I spit out the water. I looked for the bar soap but only found some feminine body wash. Hell n’all! “Aye, Syn, bring me yo dishwashing liquid!” I yelled out to her. My head went back under the spray and I let the hot water beat against my skin for a minute before I spat water from my lips again. “Syn—” My words were cut off by the shower doors opening.

  “Stop yelling, I’m right here.” She handed me the Dawn dishwashing liquid. Syn then leaned against the wall next to the shower, staring at me.

  “What you got on yo mind?” I poured dishwashing soap on the towel. Her eyes dropped to my chest as I began to wash it. “Baby girl, that air cold as fuck. You either tell me what’s up or close that damn door,” I told her before I rinsed myself off.

  Her mouth opened and then closed before she crossed her arms. Syn then rolled her eyes at me, but didn’t say nothing. I couldn’t deny she was looking sexy as hell standing there like she had an attitude. I wanted to knock that mothafucka outda her ass real quick. My dick twitched and instinctively I grabbed it, giving the head a slight squeeze.

  Syn’s eyes followed my hands and she bit into her lower lip as she stared at my dick. “So why you ain’t tryna fuck?” She asked straight up.

  Laughing, I licked my lips. “Because I don’t just wanna fuck you. And with yo fuck’d up way of thinking, every nigga want something from you. I don’t want you to think this is just some sex thing to me,” I stepped under the shower head once again.

  “Okay, I know it’s not a sex thing to you.”

  I could tell from the way her eyes looked to the floor and then back at me that she was lying. “Yeah. Now close the door.”

  “I actually like this view.” She bit into her lip as her mouth formed into a crooked smile.

  My dick jumped, quickly getting hard. She was gon’ make this shit hard. A nigga was weak as fuck when it came to her little black ass. I just wanted to fuck the shit outda her all the time. Fuck! And the way I wanted her was going to make it seem like this was straight about sex. Hell, I was gon’ fuck her like it was anyway.

  “You want me to wash yo back. I doubt you gon’ get every spot.” She smiled at me.

  “N’all, I’m good. Don’t yo ass got homework to do?” To avoid looking at her, I went under the spray again. My eyes fell on my dick. Damn, this mothafucka was playing. Grabbing the dish soap, I poured some in my hand and then closed my eyes as I rubbed it into my head. It wasn’t long after that I felt fingers stroke along the scars on my back.

  Syn’s lips pressed against my skin as she grabbed a hold of my dick. She gave the tip a slight squeeze before moving down my shaft. She came in front of me, her eyes stared up at me before they dropped to my chest. Her fingers traced over the long scars that went down my chest to my pelvis. Syn glanced up at me as she pressed her lips against the scar.

  With her eyes still on me, she kissed along the mark. Once she got to my pelvis, her tongue came and she licked the scar.

  My dick jumped.

  Fuck it!

  Syn’s lips wrapped around my tip and her jaws sank in.

  “Fuck!” My head dropped back and my hand slid into her hair.

  Her hand grabbed my sack and her head started to bob on my dick. Taking me to the back of her throat, she moaned around my tip. The vibration from the sound had me ready to nut. Pulling back, her tongue swirled around the tip while her hand stroked up and down my shaft.

  “Gotdamn, Syn!” I grunted as I looked down at her.

  Her eyes met mine. With her hands still moving up and down my dick, she sucked my balls into her mouth and gave my tip a squeeze at the same time she moaned around my sack.

  “Ah shit!” My grip tightened in her hair and I pulled her up to me. I turned her around and pushed her front into the shower wall. With my grip still on her hair, I pulled her head back as I pushed her legs apart. My lips covered hers as my fingers went to her pussy, running through the slit.

  Syn’s ass pushed into me and her hips began to roll as I played with her clit. My fingers went to her opening and I pushed two inside of her. My free hand went to her right breast, squeezing it.

  “Parker, fuck me.” Syn’s tongue flicked over my bottom lip as she grinded into my hand.
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  That’s all I wanted to hear. I pulled my fingers from her pussy. My arm hooked her right leg, holding it up. Syn wasted no time grabbing my dick and bringing it to her opening. Once I felt her warmth throb around my tip, I pushed inside of her.

  “Ooh, shit.” Her head fell against the wall and her fist balled.

  I couldn’t lie or deny she felt good wrapped around me. The way her pussy gripped and sucked on my dick was like no other. The feeling was amazing. Syn was the only chick I fucked that could bring me to a quick nut. My fingers held her thigh tight as I pushed deep inside her. My pelvis slapped against her ass fast and hard, pounding into her.

  Syn’s pussy muscles tightened around me. “Ooh, Parker, sss, shit! Oh, my God. Harder!” She begged.

  With my pelvis pressed into her ass, I rolled against her before I started digging into her pussy.

  “Yes, baby, like that.” Her back arched and her muscles tightened around me. Rolling her head to the side, her eyes closed and she started to bounce faster as her muscles tightened around me. “Oh, my God! Parker, ooh, ooh,” she moaned out loudly as her body shook. Then her pussy gushed, causing the warm nectar to flow from her and onto me.

  The tight squeeze of her muscle as she came had me ready to nut.

  Fuck!

  Turning her around, I picked her up, putting her legs on my forearms. Syn guided my dick back to her pussy. My hips thrusted up, filling her completely.

  “Ahh, shit, baby.” She panted heavily.

  My hips thrust upward again and I brought her down, pumping deep and hard inside of her. Feeling my nut build up, I pumped faster. My hands gripped her ass tight and I held her to me as my legs tightened and I painted her insides with my nut.

  “Ah fuck!” I grunted out as my body twitched.

  “Mmm,” Syn panted into my ear before she bit the lobe. “That was amazing,” she mumbled quietly.

  I didn’t know if that was meant for me to hear or not, but I ain’t say shit. Instead, I slapped her wet ass hard. Her inner muscles throbbed around me.

  “Stop with yo stupid ass,” she snapped, but didn’t move. “Parker, that water cold as hell now,” she laughed, still not moving.

  Shid, to be honest I ain’t even feel like moving. The cold water didn’t bother me. I was used to that shit, but I turned it off nonetheless.

  “You gon’ carry me to the room?” She asked, tightening her arms around my neck.

  “You don’t wanna wash up first?” I laughed at her.

  “No, that water is cold and it ain’t gon’ get hot again for a minute,” she said in a whiny voice.

  My head reared back and I looked at her. Never had I ever heard Syn whine and that kinda messed me up to hear that sound leave her mouth. I didn't say anything about it, instead I laughed finding it cute. I was wearing her ass down and I enjoyed seeing the effects I had on her.

  I took us out of the shower and went into the room right across the hall. I didn't take too much interest in her room, I went straight to her queen sized bed and laid down with her on top of me.

  She finally pulled her face from my neck and laid her head on my chest. Once again, her fingers found my scar, slowly she traced it. “Can I ask you a question?”

  Licking my lips, I laughed. “You just did?” She hit me in my chest. “I'm bullshittin’. What's up?”

  “It's personal…” She trailed off, glancing up at me.

  “I figured that much. What's up, Syn, baby?”

  She laughed. “You know my name so why do you keep calling me Syn?”

  She asked even though I knew that wasn't the question she wanted to ask me. I replied anyway. “I mean, I been calling you Syn for years now. That's who I know. And because I forgot yo real name.”

  Her head shot up fast. “You forgot my name? Are you fuckin’ serious right now, Parker?”

  “N’all, I'm bullshittin’, Angel. But shid, I meant what I said. I don't know who the fuck Angel really is. I guess I'll find out more about her when I'm in yo part of town.” My fingers brushed the little hair that lay on her forehead and left eye out of her face. I was feeling the fuck outda her, had been for a few years. She was a beautiful chocolate thing.

  “You will if that's what you really want,” she looked away from me to my chest then back to my face. “What happened to you?” Her fingers stroked the scar above my eye down to my lip.

  My hand covered hers and I stared down at Syn. I didn't answer her as memories of how I got that scar flooded my mind and took me back to fifteen years ago.

  “Parker!” My pops’ slurry voice yelled from the living room.

  “Yeah?” I asked while trying to finish the last few problems of my math homework.

  “Boy, don't yeah me! Bring yo retarded ass the fuck here!” He snapped at me.

  “Parker, you better go see what he wants before he come back here,” my older sister, Tameka, whispered. “Hurry up, he's drunk,” she told me before quickly running back to her bedroom.

  She didn't need to tell me he was drunk, I could tell from the way he talked that he was full. I quickly jumped up from my bed and ran into the living room where my pops sat in his chair.

  “Yeah?” I stood in front of him.

  “Go get me a beer,” he slurred.

  I nodded and then left to go get his drink. Once I entered the kitchen, I saw my momma sitting at the table with a cigarette between her lips and a glass of Rose. She took a puff of her cigarette and finished off her drink before pouring herself some more.

  When she saw me, her fingers snapped in my direction, “Didn’t I tell yo ass to take out the fuckin’ trash when you got home?” She fussed at me.

  “I did, that’s trash from y’all room. Pops brought that out when he got here,” I told her as I grabbed a beer from the fridge. I started to walk out of the kitchen until she stopped me.

  “Boy, hurry the fuck up! How long it take to get a gotdamn beer?” My pops yelled at me.

  Again, I started to leave, but she stopped me.

  “I don’t give a fuck who brought it in here, I told yo ass to take the fuckin’ trash out. Now get it the fuck outda here,” her hand waved toward the back door.

  I looked at the beer in my hand, knowing my pops was going to be pissed off if I didn’t hurry up and bring his drink to him. “Can I take pops his drink first? I’ll be right back.”

  “His ass can fuckin’ wait. Now get that damn trash outda here, it stink! And I hope he beats yo hardheaded ass for this shit, too. Fuckin’ bastard,” she continued to snap. When I didn’t move, her voice rose. “Get it the fuck outda here!”

  I sat the beer down on the counter and grabbed the half full garbage bag. “Momma, this bag not full yet—”

  Her glass cup came hurling toward me, missing my body by a few inches as it clashed to the floor and shattered. “Get the fuck out my face!”

  I quickly took the bag and ran out of the back door. “I can’t wait until I leave this fuckin’ house. Drunk bastards,” I mumbled to myself as I dragged the bag to the alley. “I hate living with these bitches,” I cussed, tossing the trash in the can. A heavy breath left my mouth as I turned and ran back to the house.

  “Where the fuck that boy at?” My pops angrily snapped.

  “Outside,” my momma’s hand waved towards the back door as I walked in.

  His eyes fell on me and a glare covered his face. “What the fuck I tell you to do? Huh?” He snatched me up by the front of my shirt.

  My head snapped back as fear immediately filled my body. My arm went up in a protective manner to cover my face from the fist I knew would soon come. “Momma told me to take the trash out. I told her you wanted your beer,” quickly, I explained.

  “I don’t give a fuck what that bitch told you to do. What the fuck did I say?” Spit flew from his mouth as he yelled down at me.

  Before I could answer, my body hit the floor as my momma pushed him from behind.

  “You a bitch and had his hardheaded ass taken the shit out when he got h
ome then you would have your shit. Stupid mothafuckas! Nigga, fuck what you said!” She punched him and then pushed my pops back.

  “Bitch, I’ll bust yo fuckin’ head, hit me again.” He muffed her head hard to the side.

  My momma jumped at my pops, swinging on him.

  Grabbing a hold of her neck, he pushed her hard to the floor.

  Seeing they were about to go at it, I knew they had forgotten about me. So I got up off the floor, ready to run out.

  “Mothafucka!” She yelled, jumping back up and charging at him again.

  He grabbed the beer bottle off the counter and swung it.

  “Ahhhh!” A scream left my mouth and I fell to the floor holding my face.

  “Oh, my God! Look what the fuck you did, Pete!” My momma yelled.

  I heard my dad toss the broken bottle to the floor. “He did that shit! Stupid ass boy ran into the damn bottle.”

  I lay curled up on the floor, still holding my face and crying.

  “Let me see it,” my momma sat next to me on the floor and pulled me up to her. She grabbed my face, looking at it. “Damn, boy, look what you done did. Fuck’d up yo pretty face.” Her liquor smelling breath fanned over my face. “Parker, stop all that gotdamn crying and be still,” she fussed at me.

  As I slowly started to lose consciousness, I vaguely heard my pops say. “Here, clean him up.” Pops then tossed her a dish rag before he walked out of the kitchen.

  My momma pressed the towel to my face. “Damn, I don’t feel like taking yo ass to no damn hospital. Meka! Tameka!” She yelled for my older sister.

  My eyes grew heavy and my body went limp against my momma.

  “Yeah, Momma?” Tameka walked into the kitchen. “Parker, oh my God!” She ran to me. “I’ll call the police,” she said frantically.

  “No the fuck you won’t. Come help him to his room,” she instructed.

  “Momma, he needs to go to the hospital—”