Syn: Sex Is Syn, Love Is Pain

by J Peach

  I couldn’t do shit but laugh at the way she snapped off. Shorty really thought she was doing something. “Is that what you gon’ do?”

  Her head nodded as she leaned down and pressed her lips to mine. “Mhm, but right now I’m about to apologize.” Her hips rolled and she grinded on me. She flicked her tongue over my lips before she pulled my bottom one into her mouth.

  My dick twitched as it grew hard. I felt her smile through the kiss and I rolled us over. Sitting her up, I pulled her shirt off and then unhooked her bra. I tossed them to the side as I hovered over her. I kissed her lips then made my way down to her chin.

  My tongue ran down her throat to the center of her breasts. Moving over to her right breast, my tongue swirled around the areola before I sucked on her nipple. My head pulled back, letting the little nub pop from my mouth. I leaned up and kissed her again before I went to her left breast giving it the same treatment. Her hand came to the back of my head as she pushed her tittie more into my mouth.

  I continued my journey down her body, letting my tongue trace over her skin as I did. I kissed her covered pelvis and her stomach sank in as her legs came apart. Grabbing the hem of her shorts, I pulled them off and threw them to the side. I watched as her pussy breathed in for a few seconds before I ran my tongue through her slit. Then I parted her lips and pulled the small pearl into my mouth, sucking on it.

  Syn’s pelvis thrusted up as she hooked the back of my neck, holding me to her as she grinded her pussy against my mouth. I brought two fingers to her tunnel and pushed them deep inside her. Immediately her inner muscles tightened around my fingers.

  I pressed down on her pelvic, massaging her inner walls as I continued to suck on her clit.

  “Ooh, ooh, sss, like that baby! Ooh, yes, Parker.” Syn moaned, grinding in tune with my mouth and fingers. “Oh, my God! Baby, ooh, ooh.” Her back arched off the bed as her nails dug into my neck.

  My fingers moved faster as I sucked harder on her clit. Pulling back, my tongue flicked over the swollen nub before I sucked on her labia. I moved back to her small pearl, pulling it back into my mouth, sucking.

  “Ahh!” She moaned loudly and her body shook violently as she squirted. She tried to push me back, but I pinned her legs to the bed and continued to eat her pussy like I was a starving man. “Parker, oh, my God! Ah, shit, ooh!” Her lower body jerked as she continued to squirt.

  With her legs still wide open and cum leaving her pussy, I stood up and brought my dick to her tunnel. I pushed deep inside of her and the feel of her inner muscles pulsing around me felt good as fuck.

  “Mm, fuck,” I grunted. Bringing her leg over my shoulder, I dug inside her pussy. Rolling into her, I started to thrust short and hard inside her.

  “Sss, ahh, God! Ooh, ooh, sss, shit!” Syn's free leg widened and she grabbed my lower back, grinding into me.

  She worked her pussy muscles, tightening her inner walls around my dick. She was trying to make a nigga nut quick. Pulling out of her, I spanked her clit with my dick before I pushed back inside. I pulled out again and flipped her over.

  She didn't wait for me to say anything as she got on all fours.

  My hand slapped her ass hard, hitting her right cheek then the left. Her back arched. I slapped my dick against her ass then brought it to her opening before I pushed the tip in.

  “Mm, sss,” she moaned, gripping the sheets tight.

  I slapped her ass again, her inner muscles squeezed around my tip. “You gon’ fuck it?” I asked, hitting her booty again. I grabbed her hips, guiding her back until I filled her completely.

  Syn rolled her hips before she started to throw her ass back on my dick while working her inner muscles.

  “Ah! Fuck!” I slapped her ass again.

  Pulling her up, I wrapped my arm around her waist while holding her to me. My free hand grabbed her chin, turning her face toward mine. Then I kissed her.

  She began to move faster, throwing her ass back. “Ahh, ooh, Parker, baby.” Her muscles tightened and her body shook as she came.

  Grabbing her hips, my pelvis slapped against her booty as I pounded into her. My movements became faster, my toes curled, my legs locked and my hips jerked as I came inside her hard.

  “Ah, shit!” I groaned.

  Lying on the side of Syn, I pulled her to me and we lay there quietly for a minute, until she rolled over on top of me.

  “Am I forgiven?” She smiled.

  My brows rose at her and my head shook. “No, it’s gon’ take more than sex for that bullshit you pulled. And you called my sister a bitch. Hell n’all, ain’t no pussy gon’ fix that.”

  Her smile faded and she hit me in the chest. “Then what I gotda do to be forgiven?” She folded her arms over her bare chest.

  Laughing, I moved her off of me. I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom.

  “Parker, for real!” She laughed, yelling from the room. “What I gotda do?”

  “You have to meet my sister. My nephew got a football game and I’m going. I want you to come and meet her,” I told her while washing my hands. I rinsed my mouth then grabbed a towel off the rack.

  “You want me to meet your sister and nephew?” She asked slowly, standing in the bathroom door.

  “Yeah,” I turned on the shower and got in.

  “Why, though?” She questioned.

  I looked out of the shower curtain at her. “Because I want you to meet her and she wanna see you. Don’t ask me nothing else, get in the shower.”

  She didn’t say anything else as she got in behind me.

  After I washed us both, we got out of the shower and went back into the bedroom. Syn picked my shirt up off the floor and put it on.

  “You hungry?” She asked me.

  “Yeah, you can bring me a plate. Where yo sheets at?” I grabbed my basketball shorts from my bag and slipped them on.

  “Here,” she handed me the sheets and left out the room.

  I quickly snatched the old sheets off and replaced them with the clean ones. Then I flopped down on the bed and turned on the TV.

  Syn returned a couple minutes later with a plate of food in one hand and a cup in her other hand. “Here you go.”

  I took the plate from her and started to eat, but I stopped, seeing she hadn’t moved. “What you thinking about?”

  Her mouth opened and closed, she shook her head. “Nothing, taste your food.”

  I knew that wasn’t what she really wanted to say, but I let it go. She would tell me when she was ready to. I started eating the food she’d made and quickly realized that it was good as fuck. Oh, she was most definitely a keeper if she could throw down in the kitchen. I was a nigga that liked to eat, so it was important that my girl knew how to cook.

  When she realized I wasn’t going to respond, she left the room. She returned moments later with her own plate. She grabbed the remote and turned to Law & Order: SVU.

  “This how you gon’ learn to do yo job? By watching this shit?” I asked her, taking the remote.

  “No, don’t turn. And I can learn some stuff from this show. I said don’t turn, Parker.” She hit me and took the remote back.

  “I’ight, man. Watch yo little show.” I sat my plate on the nightstand and looked at Syn.

  Her little black ass was crazy as hell, but she was more beautiful than a mothafucka. She just had this aura around her that made me want to protect her and do anything she wanted me to. But Syn had a void inside of her that sometimes showed when she zoned out. I was determined to fill that part of her and make her happy by any means necessary.

  Grabbing my phone from the dresser, I sent King a text telling him to send me the information about the apartment he’d found for Syn. Once he did, I grabbed our plates and took them in the kitchen before I came back in the room.

  When I got in the bed, I grabbed Syn and pulled her to me. She looked down at me and laughed. Leaning down, she kissed me while getting comfortable in my arms.

  For the rest of the night I held her as w
e lay there watching TV.

  Chapter 25

  Parker

  It was five in the morning when Chris and Mane touched down in Gary. As soon as they got off the highway, they hit my line telling me they were on their way over. My hand rubbed over my face as I lay in the bed looking up at the ceiling. My body had no energy to move at all. I glanced down at Syn’s sleeping body on top of mine.

  I couldn’t be fuckin’ her ass all night and then jump into work a couple of hours later. I could see that shit wasn’t going to work. Blaze’s words from the day before came to mind and I laughed. Shorty pussy is most definitely lethal than a mothafucka.

  Messing around with her during those past few years, I’d never gotten to experience any type of after lay with her. It was always fuck and then she would bounce. Now, to go to sleep with her and then be woken up at three in the morning to go at it again, my ass was in Heaven. But I was drained of all energy. That was the type of shit I could never get used to, but I wanted it.

  A part of me now understood why Leon had become a whiny ass nigga over time. My eyes squinted as I stared down at her while thoughts of her and that bitch ass nigga laid up ran through my head. I pushed her off of me and she hit the floor hard.

  “Ow,” Syn whined out sleepily.

  “Damn,” my hand covered my mouth as I tried to stop myself from laughing. I didn’t mean to push her that hard.

  When she didn’t jump up, I looked down at her. She had gone back to sleep. I got up and got her off of the floor, then I laid her back in the bed, putting the cover over her. Immediately, my phone started to vibrate and I grabbed it, looking at the screen.

  “Here I come. Chris, don’t knock on the door, Syn still sleep,” I told him. Before I hung up, I heard him laugh. Chris’ ass was ignorant as fuck and would start pounding on her door like he was the fuckin’ laws while ringing the doorbell at the same time. And I didn’t think he cared for Syn, he would for sho wake her ass up without a care. I shot Blaze a quick text telling him to come to Syn's crib.

  I grabbed my basketball shorts off of the floor, pulled them on and then made my way out of the bedroom to the front door.

  “What’s up, lord?” Chris slapped my hand and shook up with me.

  “Shit,” I stepped aside to let them in.

  Mane walked in behind Chris. He stared at me. “You good, my nigga?” He shook up with me.

  “Don’t start that shit.” I rubbed a hand over my head, laughing at him.

  “Shid, I’m just asking. You look like you about to pass the fuck out. You wanna go back to bed?” He clowned as he slapped up with Chris.

  “Shorty been fuckin’ my man up in this bitch,” Chris joked before he stretched. “Where the bathroom at?” He asked.

  “Go straight back. The door at the end of the hallway,” I instructed him, finally noticing the book-bag on his back.

  “I’ight, I’m about to hop in the shower.” He rubbed his face while peeking down the hall. “Aye, wake shorty up and tell her to make some breakfast.”

  “Man, go get yo ass in the shower. You should’ve stopped and picked something up before you got here.” I shook my head at him and flopped down on the couch.

  “Now, what's so important you got our ass out here? You know we don't fuck around out here, these yo niggas,” Mane said, sitting on the couch across from me.

  His question caused Chris to walk back into the living room. He dropped his bag and sat beside Mane. “That's a good question. What's good, P?” Chris’ head tilted to the side.

  “Cool it, it ain't shit like that going on.” My fist hit my hand before I pointed at them. “I called y'all because I'm about to get some cherries from Blaze. I don't know if y'all remember, but a few weeks ago I had Jason come out here to meet with a nigga about some bricks he was trying to get rid of. I guess he thought he was dealing with some dummy ass niggas because he tried to sell him five bricks of baking soda—” I reached on the living room table and grabbed the pack of Newports. Taking one out, I lit it.

  “Niggas out here really doing that shit, yo? Did Jason drop his ass?” Mane sat up in his seat, rubbing his hands together.

  “You already know he did. Stop asking dumb questions.” I dumped the ashes from the square into the ashtray. “After he dropped his ass, he searched him. That nigga had boxes full of cherries in his trunk. So Jason took the shit and came back to the crib with it. I'm trying to figure out why this nigga carrying around jars of cherries that smell like liquor. Jason eats one and that mothafucka tripped the fuck out. Drunk as fuck. I mean, that nigga was lit. I had to knock his ass out after he started telling me about him and Meka—”

  “Hold up. J fuckin’ Meka? When the fuck that happen?” Mane asked, looking shocked by that.

  “Damn, that's fucked up,” Chris added, shaking his head. “So what, you beat his ass?”

  My eyebrows rose at that. “Why the fuck would I do that?”

  “Because he fuckin’ yo sista. Shid, you made it clear to me that Meka was off limits,” Chris reminded me.

  “N’all, I ain't beat his ass for that shit. Meka grown as fuck. I knocked that nigga out because they didn't tell me and he started describing sexual shit. I wasn't tryna here that bullshit. And I told yo punk ass not to fuck with her because you a hoe and because I don't think Meka into yo type. Yah hear me, lord?” I started laughing along with Mane.

  “Fuck y'all niggas, man. Meka was feeling me until you shut that shit down,” Chris exclaimed with a mug.

  “This pretty mothafucka think he can turn any bitch around,” Mane told him, still laughing as he looked at me. “So what's the point of this story?”

  “Point is, the next morning his ass ain't remember shit that happened after he ate that cherry. So I told him to get rid of that shit. Of course that stupid mothafucka ain't throw it away. My nigga started selling that shit. He made a quick hunnit thou off them. After he made that, he wanted to split that with me. I told him to keep it and find out where they came from. The phone he got off the body, he went through it and found out the Cherry Man was B. So shid, I'm about to buy what he got and push that shit out there on our side. Y'all both got your territories, make a couple bags of that shit and push it—”

  “How the fuck he make that shit off of Cherries tho’? I don't understand that.” A wondering look appeared on Chris.

  “I asked that question, too. He said he gave a couple of niggas samples of them and after that, mothafuckas wanted that shit. So he sold them. A thousand a jar. He said that shit left quick. So when I found out B was selling it, I hit his line before I linked up with Shorty about them. We'll get them from him this morning and y'all can head back home and start pushing that shit out there,” I explained to them as I heard my phone going off in the bedroom.

  “That sounds like a plan. How long you gon’ be caked up with Shorty?” Chris asked as I stood up.

  “Caked up? I don’t know about that, but I’mma be fuckin’ around with her for a couple days before I bring her back out to my crib. Plus, Meka wanna meet her.” I walked out of the living room, going to get my phone before it woke Syn up. “Yeah?” I answered.

  “I'm out front,” Blaze said before hanging up.

  I opened my duffle bag and grabbed a black beater, pulling it on. I put on my gym shoes and left the room, going back to the front. “Come make yo’selves useful,” I told Chris and Mane as I bypassed them to the front door. They followed me out of the house to Blaze’s truck.

  I shook up with him then pointed to Mane’s grey Lincoln Navigator. “Y'all can pack that shit up,” I told them as I made my way to my truck.

  Once there, I opened the hatchback and grabbing a screwdriver, I unscrewed the floorboard and raised it up. I then pushed the light button twice, waited for the safe to open and then watched as the boards slid apart in the middle. Once opened, it revealed a keypad. Quickly I pushed in the four-digit code.

  When the safe opened, I grabbed a duffle and started putting money in it. As soon as I was
done, I grabbed the money counter, putting it in the bag as well. I closed the safe and pushed the light button while screwing the floor board back in place.

  “B,” I called Blaze over. Once he made it to me, I tossed him the duffle. “It's all there. You wanna count it?”

  His brow rose at that. “You know I'm counting it. So get yo machine and come on.”

  “It's already in the bag. Chris, Mane,” I nodded towards the house for them to follow us. We went back inside and I pointed to the living room table. “Blaze, you can use that table. Chris, the bathroom down the hall, gon’ use it.”

  I didn't have to tell Mane nothing as he sat on the couch and made himself comfortable. Once I saw him pull his hat down over his eyes, I knew he was about to pass out. Blaze sat on the opposite couch and started counting the money like I knew he would. I made my way to the kitchen and started pulling out shit to make breakfast for Syn.

  ***

  “P, all I'm saying is that you don't know this babe. Now you about to bring shorty around Meka & Lil Var?” Chris said as I finished making pancakes.

  I glanced at him only to find him sitting on her table. “Yo, get the fuck off her table. Nigga, this ain't yo crib.” That nigga was ignorant. “Lord, you need to cool it with all that bullshit you been coming at me with. I hear what you saying, but my nigga it ain't changing shit. You don't even know her.”

  “Nigga, you don't either. Other than pussy, what the fuck you know about that bitch?” He spat out harshly.

  When the word bitch left his mouth I turned to look at him.

  Chris’ hands rose. “I ain't mean that in a disrespectful way. I apologize for that,” he nodded at me.

  “You starting to piss me off. Whoever I decide to kick it with, that’s on me. If I get fuck’d over in the end, that's on me, Chris. My nigga, you ain't gotda look after me. Syn ain't shit like you think she is, so drop it,” I told him.

  I couldn't really be pissed at him because ever since we were younger Chris made it his job to look out for me. No matter what the situation was he was there to help me out.