Syn 2: Sex Is Syn, Love Is Pain

by J Peach

  “Well, this gon’ be fun showing you everything you’ve been missing out on.”

  I didn’t know why, but that stupid smile returned to my lips.

  He cleared his throat, “Meka’s cool. A female version of myself, really. It’s no dos or don’ts, just be yourself around her, You can dress anyway you want. Just imagine all four of your girls combined, that’s Meka but taller—”

  I burst out laughing. “No, you didn’t go there. You are so lucky they didn’t hear you, they would be so pissed. We don’t play about the height thing, so don’t do that. We would seriously have to jump yo ass,” I couldn’t wait to tell my girls about what he’d said.

  “Shid, I’m just telling you about my sister. You asked. She’s cool, tho’ for real. She’s very protective when it comes to me, but she ain’t gon’ come at you on no bullshit. Meka know I fuck with you so she gonna be respectful towards you. Don’t worry.”

  I let out a breath. Hearing his ending statement made me feel a little better. To know she wasn’t going to be rude or anything eased my nervousness because I couldn’t deal with rude ass people and I didn’t want to make a bad first impression meeting his sister. “What about your nephew how old is he? I remember you saying he plays football.”

  “Lil Var is… I think seven. And yeah little man love football and basketball, it’s crazy how talented he is when it comes to sports.” His eyes seemed to glow as he talked about his nephew. I could tell that the boy made him proud with his activities.

  I felt pretty good that I went out of my way to get his nephew a little gift. “That’s good, especially with him being so young and actually wanting to do that, you know,” I said, smiling. “What happened to us going to his game a few weeks back?” I asked curious because I was actually supposed to meet his sister and nephew a while ago but we never did.

  “We were but the game got canceled and I had some work that I needed to do so shit got pushed back.” His hand ran over his head and he smiled over at me.

  I returned his smiled but it soon faded as I stared at the marks on his face. “Parker, do you still talk to your folks?”

  He licked his lips and shook his head. “My folks died when I was thirteen.”

  My mouth formed into an O. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know—”

  “It ain’t shit, you good. Shid, I ain’t sorry, they had it coming. You know?” He grabbed his shake and drank some. Then he let out a laugh and shook his head.

  Did he kill them? “What’s funny?” Who laughs after saying their parents are dead? Apparently Parker does. Yeah, he is crazy as hell.

  “Nothing, just had a thought is all. And no, I didn’t kill my folks, so stop looking at me like that.”

  “What happened to them?” I wanted to slap myself as soon as the question left my mouth. I was prying, but I was so curious as to what happened, especially after he laughed.

  He stared at me for a minute, his eyes moving from my right to my left as if he was debating on telling me the truth or not. Parker then pointed to his back and said, “My pops had just finished that. That night I managed to get out of the house, but passed out a few blocks away from my crib in the alley. Chris found me and took me back to his place. The next morning when Meka got home, she found them both shot,” he explained to me.

  “Did Chris—”

  “We never talked about it. What was done is over with.” He shrugged before pointing to me. “What about you? Sisters brothers?”

  I shook my head. “No, I’m the only child that I know of from my momma.” I didn’t think Kelley had any kids before me, but I knew for sure she didn’t have any after me. “As for my dad, I don’t know about him, I’ve never met him. I don’t even know his name.”

  “What’s your momma like?” Parker asked.

  “Um…” My mouth closed. I couldn’t tell him she was a crack whore who used to pimp me out to get a fix. “Um… She, she’s dead,” I quickly blurted out. Not thinking before I spoke.

  “She’s dead?” He repeated.

  My head nodded. “Yeah, she died a few years ago. She was okay, not perfect in any way but she was okay.” I didn’t know what else to say other than that. The way Parker stared at me had me thinking he didn’t believe me. My stomach turned and I felt my food starting to come up. I jumped out of my seat and ran to the bathroom. I pushed the stall door open and began to release everything in my stomach.

  “You i’ight?” Parker asked from behind me.

  My head shook as I continued to be sick. I hated getting sick but at that moment I was glad for the distraction away from my personal life.

  Chapter 9

  Angel

  My hands gripped Parker’s thick soldier, stroking him up and down as my tongue swirled around his tip. I took him deep into my throat, moaning while massaging his sack.

  “Ah fuck, Syn!” Parker grunted out, fisting a handful of my hair.

  I released him with a pop and then spat on his dick, stroking him up and down. I kissed my way up his chest to his neck. I teased the skin, licking, biting, then sucking on his neck and throat before I gripped his bottom lip between my teeth.

  Parker grabbed my hips and raised them as he lined his dick up to my tunnel. Sitting up, my nails dug into his chest as I slid down on him. “Sss, mmm,” my head went back and I moaned. Once he filled me completely, I started to rock back and forth on him.

  Parker took hold of my breasts, leaning up into me as his tongue played with my nipples before he began to suck on the small nubs. My hands went to his chest and I pushed him back on the bed. My feet lay flat on the bed as I used them and my legs to bounce on his dick. His knees bent and he gripped my hips. Quickly, he thrust up into me as he held me to him.

  I felt every inch of his long, thick man hitting my sweet spot. “Ah! Oh, my God! Parker, like that baby! Oh, my God! Ooh!” My pussy muscles throbbed around him as my body started to shake. “Ooh, baby, I’m cumming. Ah! Parker, ooh shit! Sss, mmm, yes!” My inner muscles throbbed as I gushed, cumming all over his dick.

  Parker rolled us over and started to pump faster, harder, until he bust inside of me. He then rolled off me, lying on his back and panting heavily.

  A groan left my mouth and I lay on top of him. “I wish I could lay like this all day,” I laughed. “Does that make me lazy?” I asked, kissing his chest.

  “No, it just means I got yo ass spoiled and you wanna lay under me. Ain’t nothing wrong with that.” His big hands rubbed along my back.

  He was most definitely right about that. I didn’t want to do anything but lay under him in bed while eating ice cream. A laugh left my mouth with that thought before I groaned. “I don’t feel like doing nothing, man. Ugh! Why it can’t be the weekend? My body is just so relaxed and I don’t wanna disturb it.”

  Parker let out a laugh as he smacked me on the ass. “Man, get yo lazy ass up. Go get in the shower and I’ll make you some breakfast.”

  When the word breakfast left his mouth I sat up on him. My stomach growled. “Can you make me a sausage and cheese omelet, please? Ooh, and your cinnamon toast bread.”

  I had always liked living by myself until Parker and I started dating. I loved having a man that could cook and didn’t need to be asked to do so. Parker was amazing in the kitchen. I loved waking up most mornings to him having made me breakfast. I couldn’t lie or front like I didn’t like living with him because I was loving every moment of it.

  Parker was everything I never imagined a hood to be. And to my surprise, there wasn’t hella women coming out of the woodworks claiming to be his woman. The nigga was fine as sin, so I was beyond surprised by that alone. And if someone tried claiming him, Parker quickly shut that shit down. I loved that fact. I wasn’t out fighting over him or anything. I didn’t have to because he wasn’t a hoe ass hood like so many I knew. I simply loved that about Parker.

  “I’ight, go get in the shower before you’re late for school,” he popped me on my booty hard.

  “You better stop before we be stu
ck in this bed. You know I like that rough shit,” I bit into my bottom lip, looking over his chest.

  “Man gon’ head before I take that shit serious,” he hit my ass again then gripped it tight.

  Laughing, I got off of him. I stretched out with a groan and heard my bones pop. I grunted and looked over at Parker’s naked body. Even with the scars on his chest, his body was still perfect. “Damn, Daddy, you sexy as hell. I’m saying, can I ride again? Taste you again?” I bit my bottom lip. My eyes looked down at his dick as it jumped. “Ooh,” I cooed. “He wants me to taste him.”

  “Syn, go get yo ass in the shower,” Parker threw his legs over the side of the bed and sat up.

  I couldn’t explain it, but I had suddenly become so horny all of a sudden. “I’mma go, but first can I sit on it? Can I feel him jump?” My hand grabbed his dick and I slowly started to stroke him. With one hand I pushed him back on the bed.

  “Angel, why you playing? You ain’t got time,” Parker groaned as I sat in his lap.

  I loved the way my name rolled off his tongue. It sounded so gotdamn good. My pussy grew more excited from him saying it. “I ain’t playing. We not even gon’ do anything, I just wanna sit on you.” I pressed my lips to his then slid my hand between our bodies. I took hold of his dick then pressed it through my slit. My hips slowly began to rock, rubbing my clit up and down his dick.

  Parker’s hands went to my waist as he stopped my movement. “You wet as fuck. Damn,” he grunted as his head went back. He was trying hard to control himself.

  My lips pressed against his neck, kissing the skin. My tongue came out and I trailed it from his throat to his ear. I sucked the lobe into my mouth. My hand grabbed his dick and I ran his tip through my slit.

  “Daddy, you can’t really feel how wet I am like this. Let me show you,” I lined his tip up with my contracting sex. Slowly, I slid down on him. “Sss, mmm. You feel it?” I moaned through parted lips. “God, you feel so good. Mmm, I love the way you feel,” I panted while I moved slowly up and down on him.

  Parker grabbed a handful of my ass and then lay back on the bed. “You want it, fuck it. This yo dick, take that shit,” he slapped me hard on my ass.

  When he said it was my dick my pussy started to clench rapidly as my hips began to rock and roll faster on him. My eyes closed and my hands gripped his shoulders as my body moved on top of his. My insides were tight and my pussy sucked and pulled on his dick as his lengthy, thick soldier hit my sweet spot.

  I was most definitely in love with his dick. Just the mere thought of it had me hot and ready to release my nectar all over him. I bounced faster on him, feeling my orgasm reaching its peak. The wet sound of our bodies becoming one echoed through the room as our panting mingled together.

  Parker’s grip on my ass tightened as he bounced me faster, harder onto him. “Ah, fuck, Syn! Fuck that dick, Shorty,” he grunted out.

  “Ooh, I love yo dick! Ooh, my shit. Baby, you feel so good. Sss, ah, ah, ah shit! Parker, ooh, Parker!” I moaned loudly as my toes curled and my body shook.

  Parker’s hips pushed into me as he held me to him. His body jerked upwards as he nutted inside of me. “Ah, fuck!” Parker pulled me down and pressed his lips to mine. He pulled back and then slapped me on the ass. “Now get yo ass up and go get ready for school.”

  A groan left my mouth and I tucked myself tighter to him. “I don’t wanna go.”

  Parker laughed and rolled us over. He pulled out of me and then stood up. “Damn!” Parker grunted as he went to the bathroom.

  With a smile on my face, I grabbed the pillow and hugged it. I was satisfied. I just wanted to lay there. My stomach growled and I rubbed it. I didn’t even feel like getting up to feed myself, let alone get my ass in the shower. My body was numb and it felt good.

  Parker came back in the room and looked over at me. He shook his head and laughed. He then went to the drawer and grabbed a pair of basketball shorts, pulling them on. “Syn, get yo ass up, man. You know it’s eight o’clock,” he said looking at his phone.

  “Are you serious?” I hopped out of the bed, knowing I was supposed to meet Mook at nine o’clock.

  “Yup. I told yo ol’ horny ass you ain’t have time for another round,” Parker laughed at me.

  “Damn! Shut up!” I quickly ran to the bathroom and hopped in the shower.

  ***

  “Babe, give me that foil.” I took a bite of my cinnamon toast bread.

  “You sho you don’t want me to drive you to school?” Parker asked for the fifth time that morning.

  I took a forkful of my omelet and shook my head. “Yeah, I’m sure. Plus, I told the girls I’ll meet up with them for lunch to catch up. I haven’t seen them in about three weeks, so we gon’ catch up then,” I lied.

  I felt bad about lying to him, but I couldn’t tell Parker I was going to prison to visit my ex, Martell. I didn’t know how he would take it and I didn’t want him questioning me on it either.

  “I’ight. And you don’t have to work tomorrow, right?” He asked, grabbing my juice and walking me into the garage to my car.

  “Yeah, I’m off. And I don’t have to work at the club until Friday. But I have school in the morning.” I knew he was asking because we were supposed to be going to Bloomingdales for his nephew’s football game. I was nervous about meeting his sister and nephew, but at the same time I was really excited about it. That was most definitely going to be an experience. “I didn’t forget about your nephew’s game. I’m still coming. Okay, I gotda go,” I kissed him and then grabbed my food from him.

  “I’ight. If yo plans change with yo girls, let me know,” Parker said, then he closed my car door.

  With a wave to him, I pulled out of the driveway and made my way to Martell’s and my spot to meet up with Mook.

  ***

  “Hey, little Angel. How you been, sweetheart?” Mook walked over, hugging me.

  “Hey, Mook. I’ve been good. Working, you know.” I shrugged before I let out a deep breath. I took in Mook’s six foot frame, long black dreads and tatted arms and neck. I stared at the two tear drops under each eye before I glanced down at his smiling lips as he showed off his gold fronts. A laugh left my mouth. “Yo ass ain’t change not a bit since I last saw you. Well, you got more ink on you.” It had been well over two years since I’d last seen Mook.

  “Shid, yo ass done grew up on my ass, I see. You looking real good ma, for real,” he took a step back and looked me over.

  My eyes rolled at him. “Bye, get yo ass on some fuckin’ where.”

  He started laughing as he led us to his car. “You know I’m just fuckin’ with you. I know not to fuck with Martell’s shorty,” he said once we got into his car.

  My eyes rolled hard at him mentioning me being Martell’s girl. Even so, I didn’t bother to correct him. “I see that slick ass mouth of yours didn’t change not one bit.”

  I laughed at that because it was so true. “Baby, of course it didn’t. How your boy been doing for real?” I changed the subject. I was kind of nervous about going to see Martell mainly because he wanted a favor and there was just no telling what the hell crazy thing he may ask from me.

  “He’s been good, for real. You know that nigga ain’t one to show emotions. So he always gon’ be straight to us and if he ain’t, we not gon’ ever know,” he explained, pulling away from the house.

  I knew just how true that was. He may not have showed much emotion, but he always had a soft spot for me. “What’s this favor he wants? You know?” I asked him nervously.

  Mook looked over at me and shook his head. “Hell n’all, he ain’t tell me what it was. Shid, I had forgot you asked about him for a minute. It wasn’t until he asked me if I saw yo ass that I remember you had called about him. You know you’ve always been his favorite girl. When he found out you was looking for him, he added you to his visiting list and wanted to see yo ass,” he shrugged. Mook reached in the ashtray and grabbed a blunt then lit it. “You wanna hit this?” He held the b
lunt out to me.

  I may as well get my nerves under control. I took the blunt from him and took in a lung full of smoke. After I hit it a few times, I gave it back to him, then started eating my breakfast as Mook drove up to the prison.

  ***

  “Ang, baby!” Martell walked over and pulled me into a tight embrace. “Damn, I missed you!” He lifted me off of my feet.

  Laughing, I hugged him back. “Martell, put me down.”

  He placed me back on my feet before he suddenly cupped the side of my face and kissed me. It was so unexpected that I literally froze for a second.

  I gave him a simple peck before I pulled back, I tried to play it cool as I wiped my mouth, laughing. “Yeah, you must have really missed me, huh?” I looked him over to make sure he was okay.

  He still looked the same as he did when I first met him when I was fourteen years old. His smooth, dark skin looked just as youthful as any twenty year old. He didn’t look anywhere near his thirty-nine year old self. The freshly trimmed beard that lined the sides of his face and the thin box shaped hair that lined up neatly around his full set of lips had Martell looking real good. He was a bit bigger than I remembered him to be, but I guess all he really could do in prison was workout and eat the bird food they served.

  “Hell yeah I did. Damn, you looking good, baby.” He looked me over, smiling. “I see yo ass trying to get thick on a nigga. You filling out.” He pointed out, giving my dress a slight tug. “What’s been good with you? How you been?” He pulled me to a table and we sat down on a bench.

  “I’ve been good, you know. I can’t really complain. What about you, how you holding up in here, for real? Don’t give me no vague I’m good, either, be real with me.” Even though Martell and I didn’t end our relationship on good terms, that didn’t change the fact that whenever I needed something and asked him for it, he always came through for me. Regardless of the sexual favor he always asked for in return, he still helped me out. So a part of me did genuinely care for his well-being.