by J Peach
“What’s yo name, sweetheart?” Dude finally spoke for the first time. His deep, raspy voice didn’t match the small frame of his body.
“Syn,” I told him as I rolled over to my back.
My hips rose off the floor and my hands slowly moved down my chest then stomach before it came to a stop on my sex. Again, he tossed money on me before sipping from his cup. He seemed so nonchalant that if I hadn’t felt him become hard under my ass, I would’ve thought he wasn’t interested.
“Syn, huh? What’s your Sin?” He grabbed a couple of dollars off the table and slid it into the band on my thigh.
It was somewhat of an odd question because I had never been asked that before. “Lust,” I answered with the first sin I knew was my downfall.
“Then why not call yoself Lust instead?” He asked as his hooded eyes stared hard at me.
Never had I danced for a man who made me feel uncomfortable, but his stare was causing me to feel just that. Instead of answering his question, I asked him one of my own. “What’s yo name?”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me from the floor. “You can call me Jay. Sit down,” he nodded towards the empty chair beside him. “You want a drink?” Jay looked to the table beside him and waved for some guy. “Don, go get me a bottle of Henny and Syn will have…” he trailed off and looked at me awaiting my reply.
“Nothing for me,” I was saying as I picked the money up off the floor. “What’s wrong with your mouth and legs that you can’t walk to the bar and order your own drink?” I asked him while stuffing the bills on the side of my thong.
“Ain’t shit wrong with me, but shid, I was tryna talk to you. I’m tryna figure out what got a beautiful woman like you up in a place like this,” he said as his eyes roamed over my body lustfully.
“Is that so? If you gon’ try to flirt, Jay, at least take off the ring before doing so.”
Who the hell comes in here with their wedding band on? Niggas are triflin’ nowadays, they just don’t give a fuck.
I’d made that mistake once, messing with a married man unbeknownst to me. I didn’t find out he was married until after I fell in love with him. I had no plans on making that mistake twice. Not waiting on his reply, I walked off and went to the bar.
“What’s up, Syn, the usual?” Tyrese asked, grabbing a glass.
“Yeah, thanks,” I grabbed the glass of Cîroc and took a sip as I leaned against the bar.
“Watch him, he ain’t no good. He’s always in here looking for a new girl,” Ty told me, causing my brows to furrow.
“Who?” I looked around first before glancing at him. Ty nodded behind me and I glanced over my shoulder to see Jay talking to another girl. “What you mean? He flipping bitches?” I glanced at him again.
“Yep. Vince gon’ beat his ass when he find out he’s here. He done took two girls already, making promises and shit. Roxy ass tried coming back, but Vince ain’t letting her,” he informed me.
I wondered what happened to her.
With a shrug, I finished my drink. “Her fault,” taking the second glass, I quickly finished it.
“Jon’s coming,” Ty nodded behind me once again.
Turning around, I watched Jon make his way over towards us. Jon was the bouncer who watched out for us when we went off to the back for a private dance. He basically hung around to make sure nothing went wrong. That’s if we wanted him to be back there, which I never did.
Jon was a big Vin Diesel looking ass nigga, he had too many muscles in his shoulders and arms. Just one look at him would make a person think twice, hell, would make a person think four, maybe five times before trying to pop shit off with him. To be honest, I couldn’t see how his big ass could take anybody down. Hell, half the time it looked like it was hard for his ass to move.
“Syn, you got one. He ain’t a regular either,” he informed me.
Mentally, I groaned. I just didn’t feel like dancing privately for no slum ass men. Damn, I hated doing private dances without being a little high or slightly buzzed. The one pill Parker had given me didn’t do shit.
After taking another shot, I followed Jon to the back of the club where the private rooms were. “What he pay for?” I stopped at the door he pointed to.
Jon shrugged, “I don’t know, he talked to Vince.”
Nodding, I pushed the door open and then closed it behind me.
“Who would’ve thought I’d run into yo ass here?” The voice caused my heart to drop into my stomach as my body froze. “Syn? It suits you.”
Chapter 7
Syn
My heart stopped.
Out of all people it’s got to be him that finds me here.
I quickly recovered from my shocked state as I stared at him. “Leon, what the fuck are you doing here?” I couldn’t believe I was looking at his ass.
“I could ask you the same fuckin’ thing. Stripping tho’, Angel, damn?” He looked me up and shook his head at me.
Walking up to him, I pushed Leon as hard as I could. “Don’t you dare stand here and judge me. Nigga, yo ass ain’t perfect,” I yelled at him, getting pissed off at already seeing it in his eyes.
“Man, keep yo damn hands off of me. I ain’t judging yo ass. Shid, but this,” his hand waved over my half naked body. “I thought you had a fuckin’ job?” His voice rose as he snapped.
My eyes slanted at him because of his dumb ass comment. “What the fuck do you think this is, Leon? It’s a job.” Shaking my head, I ran a hand through my short black hair. Even though, I did have a receptionist job back in Gary and the job’s pay was decent, it had very little clientele and I only worked there only three days out of the week.
Working at Red was a guaranteed check. It was a reliable job, the only job I could get at one point in time. And the money was good, fast, and easy. I was comfortable with it. No, I didn’t plan on doing it forever— then again, at times it felt like that place was all I had.
“Stripping yo? I thought yo ass was in school,” Leon stared down at me. His disbelief showed all over his face.
“I am in school, how do you think I’m able to afford to go to IUN? Ain’t nobody giving a bitch a fuckin’ grant? I applied twice, didn’t get it. So if you not willing to come up out yo pockets to pay it, then shut the fuck up. You don’t have no fuckin’ right to stand here questioning shit I do. Last I checked, I’m a grown ass woman who doesn’t need permission from no mothafuckin’ body. So if you came here to degrade me for what I do, then leave,” I snapped at him.
That was the reason I took the two hour drive from Gary to Indy, so no one would find out and so I could avoid reactions like the one I was getting from Leon.
Before he could say anything else, the room door was opened and Jon walked in. “Syn, is everything cool in here?” He mugged Leon the entire time, not once even looking at me.
“Yeah, Jon, we’re cool. You don’t have to stand out there, everything’s good,” I reassured him. I’d known Leon since I was younger and he was far from a threat to me.
“You sure?” He looked hesitant to leave me alone with Leon.
With a nod at him, I walked him to the door. “Gon’ head, I’ll be fine.” With one last threatening mug at Leon, Jon left. “Leon, you can’t say anything about this. I’ll tell the girls when I’m ready, okay?”
Leon waved me off as he walked toward me. “I ain’t gon’ say shit to nobody. It’s crazy I found yo ass in here, tho’. Damn,” his head shook as he stared at me.
“Please, don’t do that. If you’re going to stare at me disapprovingly, just leave.” I could deal with a lot of shit, but being judged by the people I was closest to, I couldn’t handle it.
“I’m fuck’d up with finding this out, but baby girl, you know I ain’t judging you. I still see you as I did before.” He walked closer to me, stroking the side of my face. “Tell me this, is this why you ain’t tryna get at a nigga? ‘Cause you stripping?”
My head went back and I looked at him like he was crazy. My eyes rolled into
my head at his question. “Leon, for real?”
Leave it to him to bring that subject up at a time like this.
“Angel, don’t make me choke yo ass in here. Why the fuck you just can’t be real with me? Damn,” Leon snapped.
I didn’t have time for this. “I don’t wanna fuck with you on nothing serious, that’s why. Now if you’re done here, you can leave.”
Leon paid my attitude no mind as he grabbed me.
I guess with knowing me for so long, he was used to my bitchiness.
He was a cool dude and let’s not forget sexy as sin. With his six-foot frame, two hundred-twenty pound muscular build, cinnamon skin complexion, and beautiful hazel eyes, you could lose yourself in him for an eternity without even realizing it.
God, I’m a sucker for a sexy man with hazel eyes.
The only thing with Leon was that he wanted what I wasn’t giving. “Leon, I’m not in the mood to play with you tonight, so gon’.” I pushed him away from me as I tried to move back, but he caught me by my waist.
He picked me up, walked to the circular couch and sat down.
“Leon, for real, gon’ now—” I protested, pulling his hands from my waist.
“Angel, don’t fuckin’ play with me? Why we always gotta go through this shit, man?” He sounded irritated as he held me tighter.
His attitude was nothing new. Leon and I had been fucking around for a couple of years. Strictly sex, nothing serious. Even so, that didn’t stop him from trying to make it something more. I liked him, don’t get me wrong, but Leon was a hoe. He wanted his bitch and his side fuck too.
He had good dick so I didn’t complain, but what he wanted us to be, I couldn’t do. Especially seeing as he had a bitch.
“Because you don’t understand no, now let me the fuck go,” I pushed at his arms, trying to get loose.
“Or you just not high enough to fuck?” He spat out as he pushed me off of him.
I turned to face him. My hand went back and then came forward. I slapped him so hard his head turned to the side. “No, you just can’t afford me. Ain’t shit changed, Leon. You wanna fuck, drop yo paper. If not, then get the fuck on somewhere.” My arms folded over my chest and my lips pursed together. My attitude showed as I stood there waiting on him to get up and leave, but he didn’t.
Instead, he rubbed at his cheek, then let out a sigh as his hand ran over his fade. With a shake of his head, he dug into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He stood up and walked to me as he counted out five bills. Folding them, he held the money between his pointer and middle finger, bringing it to my face.
“Is this enough for you, Angel? Syn, I mean?” Lowering his hand, Leon tucked the money in the front of my thong.
“Is Jennifer cool with you being here?” My eyes rolled with my question.
Jennifer was his girl and she had been for the last two years. Even so, that didn’t stop him from fuckin’ with me. But what we had had been going on for years, six to be exact. Having Jennifer, or any other bitch before her, didn’t seem to bother him because at the end he always found his way back to me. I didn’t like it, but his money was green and my bills or my college tuition wasn’t going to pay itself.
Ignoring my question, Leon picked me up once more and took me back to the couch. He tossed me on it and then started to pull his shirt off.
I sat up on my knees to help him.
Once his bare torso came into view, my mouth went to it. My tongue ran over his wide muscular chest before I kissed each peck. I sucked at his right then left nipple before kissing my way down his tight, bumpy stomach. All the while, my hands worked at his jeans before I pushed them down his hips.
I took hold of his dick, smeared the pre-cum over the tip then down his shaft. I spat on it and continued to stroke his soldier. My tongue swirled around the head as I gave his tip a slight squeeze. Lowering my head, I took him in my mouth. My jaws sank in as I sucked on his mushroom tip. Then I released him with a pop. My hands stroked him for a minute longer before I took his dick back in my mouth. I suppressed my gag reflexes and took him deep in my throat. I moaned around him.
“Ah, fuck!” Leon hissed, taking a fist full of my hair.
I gripped his thrusting hips and held them tightly, my head bobbing up and down as I sucked. Breathing through my nose, I took him deep until my lips kissed his pelvis.
Leon’s hand suddenly came down hard on my ass, causing a small yelp to leave my mouth. A moan followed the sound as his fingers found my clit. I pulled back and ran my tongue over the ridged skin just below his tip before sucking on the head. My tongue continued to play with the sensitive skin for a few seconds longer. I moved back and licked down his shaft, going to his balls. I sucked on his sack then moaned.
Leon’s hand slapped against my ass. He grabbed my cheeks then shook them. His fingers soon came to my sex, running through my slit. Getting them wet, he pushed two thick fingers inside of my throbbing tunnel. He pulled his fingers out and slapped my ass again, harder than before. Bringing his hand to my pussy, he started spanking my swollen clit.
“Fuck, Angel,” Leon grunted as he pulled me away from his dick. He undid my top. “Lay on yo side.”
After I took off my thong, I did as he asked. He held my leg upwards and brought his dick to my opening.
My hand quickly went to his pelvis and I pushed him back. “Nuh uh, daddy, you know better. Gon’ strap it on.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a magnum. “So you were expecting to get some from one of these hoes, huh?” Typical Leon.
“Don’t fuckin’ play me. I always keep condoms on me, you know that,” he pushed my hand away from him.
I watched him rip the condom open and slide it on. Once the rubber was rolled down, he was back at my opening, pushing inside of me.
My mouth parted and my eyes closed as my breathing picked up a notch. Leon was thick and his thickness always had me panting heavily from just the mushroom shaped tip pushing into my pussy.
I never knew why, but I was naturally tight. Every time I had sex it seemed like I had to be stretched again. The pain didn’t bother me, though. What’s sex without a little pain?
My nails bit into his right hip as he began his hard, angry thrusts into my body. His pelvis slapped roughly against mine, making me wetter. The wet, gushy sound from my juices echoed loud throughout the room.
“Ah, ah, ah, fuck! Baby, ah, ah, Leon! Fuck, ah, shit!” Loudly I moaned as I dug my nails harder into his skin.
Leon grabbed my left tittie and squeezed the small round mounts. He massaged them before he rolled and pinched my nipples. He leaned forward with my leg still on his shoulder and drilled deeper into me as his mouth latched onto my right breast. Suckling the areola in his mouth, he sucked hard as his tongue played with my nipple.
My hand went to the back of his head and I held him to my tittie as my hips moved with his. My free leg widened and my hands went to his ass, trying to push him more into me.
“Harder,” I moaned.
Leon’s head came up and his mouth moved closer to mine, but before our lips could touch I turned my head away from him.
Sitting up, Leon held my thighs wide apart. He pulled out only to thrust hard into me, once, twice. His final thrust caused my muscle to tighten and my body to shake violently. I came hard, screaming as my pussy sucked and squeezed around him.
He flipped me onto my stomach and pushed me down by my shoulders as he propped my ass up in the air. He lined his tip with my entrance and I pushed back on him. A loud moan left my mouth from the feel of him filling my still contracting pussy.
“Gon’, baby, fuck it,” he instructed with a slap to my ass. The sting caused my pussy to twitch and suck on him rapidly. Leon pumped hard and fast inside of me as his hand came down every few seconds. “You ain’t gon’ ride it?” His hand slapped my ass again.
Gripping onto the couch pillow tightly, my ass started to shake fast. I sat up on my hands and threw my ass back on him, rotating my hips before my ass starte
d its grind. My muscles squeezed around him.
“Shit,” Leon hissed while he held my hips.
“Ah, fuck, daddy! Ooh, my God, ah!” I screamed out a pleasurable cry as I came again. My body quickly went limp and I fell on the couch. Before I could even catch my breath, Leon was picking me up.
He took each of my thighs in his hand, widened my legs and lowered me down onto his dick. Feeling him at my opening, I took hold of his erection, until he had the tip in.
My head went back and I cried out in pleasure from the invasion. Hooking my left arm around his shoulders, I held onto him tightly as I moaned and cried out from another orgasm.
I was tired and panting loudly, probably so unattractively, but no matter how tired I was or how much I wanted to hate it, I couldn’t deny the fact that I loved his dick.
Leon’s movements soon became frantic as he thrust hard, deep strokes in and out of me.
“Fuck,” Leon groaned, sitting right on the couch as he pulled out. I laid breathlessly against his chest, watching as his hand came between our bodies, going to his erection. Then I watched as he jerked his dick until he came inside the condom.
He always did that. Even though he wore a rubber, he never came inside of me, he always pulled out.
“Oh, my God!” I panted, still breathless. My head fell back as Leon’s finger ran through my slit. “Leon, stop. I’m tired.” Whining, I slapped his hand away.
He kissed my sweaty shoulder and laughed before he tapped my booty. “Get up real quick.”
Smacking my lips, I rolled off of him. I watched as he grabbed tissue off of the foot rest that sat in front of the couch. He wrapped the condom in tissue then cleaned himself off before he tossed it in the trash. “Ain’t it a bathroom down the hall?”
I nodded my head as my reply.
He fixed himself in his jeans, then buttoned and zipped up his pants before he pulled on his shirt. Once he was dressed, he left the room.
When the door closed, I covered my face and let out a loud groan because of what had just happened. Even though I liked sleeping with him, I always regretted it after. I knew he liked me and every time we fucked, there was some hope on his part, but none on mine.