“Fuck, girl,” he breathed as Symphony damn near swallowed him, and that was no easy feat.
Her gaze lifted, and she stared into his eyes as she relaxed her throat muscles and made a gurgling sound. Block had taken a Roxi before coming to Symphony’s home. He had fallen in love with the way they mellowed him out and relaxed him. He’d heard people talk about ‘Perc dick’ and knew that for whatever reason, pain medication could make it harder for a man to ejaculate. He didn’t know on the way over that he was going to have sex with Symphony, but he hoped she was down for the ride because it was probably going to be a long one.
The fellatio was wet and sloppy just like he preferred it. After a few minutes of her sucking, Block gripped her chin. “Put that ass in the air for me.”
Symphony did as he requested with no hesitation. Block eyed her pretty mound with a gleam in his eyes before taking her pussy into his mouth. The pussy smelling like water thing was bullshit for most. Every woman didn’t smell like nothing. Pussy was supposed to have a smell, and he was in love with Symphony’s. It was very subtle and light. She had a sweet taste and an aroma that he didn’t mind smelling on his top lip.
He moaned as she twerked lightly on his face. Her folds were slick, and he devoured her essence with pleasure. Block palmed her ass cheeks like he was holding two basketballs. When he ran his tongue down the crack of her ass, Symphony released a deep moan. Pulling her nub into his mouth, he sucked until she released. He smacked her left cheek so hard the skin instantly turned red, but the way her back arched, he knew she liked it.
Block rolled protection onto his dick and slid into Symphony since she was still on her knees. Her snug walls sucked himin, and he pinched his bottom lip between his teeth. The way Symphony was bouncing her ass up and down had him in a trance. Ebony had hit him up and told him she’d be in town for a few days. He told her they could link but the fact that he was having second thoughts let him know that he was beginning to feel Symphony. A lot.
Block pulled out of her and laid on the bed. Symphony straddled him and slid down onto his pipe with a soft moan. Licking his lips, he eyed her perky breasts as they jiggled with her movements. Leaning in so they were chest to chest, he gripped her behind while she parted his lips with her tongue. The kiss was sensual. It was everything needed to push her over the edge and cause the dam to break. Symphony’s body jerked slightly as she moaned into Block’s mouth. Two orgasms had her spent, but her pussy was super wet, and she wasn’t done.
Block wrapped one hand around her neck and squeezed lightly. “You done came on the dick twice, and I haven’t even started fucking the shit out of you yet.”
The devilish smirk on his face made Symphony aware that she was in for a treat, and she wasn’t mad at it.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next day,Block drove to Mario’s school with his jaw muscles clenched so tight, his teeth were beginning to ache. He was a bad ass kid his damn self, and he still didn’t get into as much trouble as Mario did. If he had his mother running to pick him up from school every other week, Tech would have put his foot so far in Block’s ass, it wouldn’t even have been funny. Tech didn’t like unnecessary people in his business. If Block was gon’ act an ass it had better be in the streets and not at school. Mario hadn’t gotten that memo.
His mother had just started a new job and couldn’t leave work because she was in training and attendance was mandatory. Mario had been found in the bathroom smoking a joint, and he was being suspended for ten days. It was his third time being suspended this school year. Block knew that Mario smoked weed. He also knew he couldn’t stop him from doing so, but he assumed Mario was smart enough not to do the shit at school. Block, Brazil, nor Lethal had ever whooped Mario. His mother beat him plenty, but she was a woman. It probably didn’t hit the same. Mario was a little too old to be spanked, but Block was contemplating putting his hands on the teen. He wanted tobe grown so bad, Block was going to give him a grown man ass whopping since talking to him didn’t seem to be doing the job.
When he arrived at the school, Block ignored the looks of disdain that the older receptionist tossed his way. She saw a young man wearing nice clothes and jewelry and more than likely assumed he was the reason that Mario acted out. There was no way a man like him could have been making sure that Mario had home training. He wasn’t even going to feed into the stereotype and ask her what the fuck she was looking at.
“I’m here to pick up Mario Thornton,” he stated in a gruff tone and signed the log on the counter.
“Um.”
Block’s eyes darted over to her face so fast, that she looked away immediately. Even as she typed on the computer, she could feel Block’s heated glare on her. He stared at her for a good fifteen seconds until the door behind her opened, and Mario stalked out of the principal’s office. The black man wasn’t as judgmental as his receptionist, and he tipped his head at Block. He’d seen the man show up for Mario on many occasions and knew that Block tried to talk sense into his brother. Block nodded back before tossing a frosty glare in his brother’s direction.
Mario was smart enough to avoid eye contact with Block. There was an awkward silence all the way to the car. When they got inside, the silence continued. Block didn’t even have anything to say. He was so tired of lecturing Mario that he literally had no more words for his brother. His mother, father, and brothers had gone above and beyond to try and make sure he didn’t go down the wrong path. Mario was simply determined to learn shit the hard way, so Block was going to let him fall on his face. Or his ass. Whichever came first.
Once they’d been riding for ten minutes, Mario glanced over at his brother. The longer Block remained quiet, the more afraidhe became. He knew from experience that Block was often the calmest when he was the angriest. His throat felt as if it was closing up, and all the saliva in his mouth dried up.
“I was just going to hit it a few times and put it out. I had to take a test, and it had me jittery and shit. I just wanted to relax a little bit. That’s all. I had already put it out and was walking out of the bathroom when a teacher walked in. I think one of the punk ass students snitched on me.”
Block’s eyes remained on the road in front of him. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell his brother if he had anxiety, he needed to handle it another way besides smoking weed. Regardless of the reason, smoking in the school bathroom was dumb as hell. He allowed himself to get addicted to weed at a young age simply from doing what he’d seen so many others around him do including his father. Now, he’d slowed down on smoking, but between syrup and pills, he seemed to have a new vice of choice. With each purchase, Block kept telling himself that it was his last time. He even copped pills from someone else other than Ja’Don because he didn’t want his friend thinking he had a problem. Shit was getting out of hand. He knew from experience, but Mario was determined to learn these things the hard way.
It was all a waste of time, so he didn’t say anything.
“Block, you not gon’ say nothing?” the silence had him shook. At that point, Mario wanted Block to yell at him.
“Fuck you want me to say?” Block spat. “Huh?” he finally looked at his brother. “There’s not too much I can say to you in this car right now, that I haven’t already said to you at least ten times before. I’ve lectured you so much, that I have the speeches memorized. They still don’t do any good. So, please tell me why, I’m supposed to keep wasting my breath talking to you? You have parents for that. I’m done.”
Hearing Block declare that he was done made Mario’s heart sink. His brothers were his father figures and even though he wanted to be cool just like them, he had a problem with authority. He didn’t want to be treated like the child that he was. The things his father and Block were doing at his age would put his antics to shame. He wasn’t even the worst of the worst in his opinion. He wanted Block to put him on. He wanted to be taught the game, but Block had different plans. Brazil and Lethal were cool too, but Mario didn’t play sports. He didn’t rap. He didn’t have any real talent. The only way he’d be rich was to sell drugs or get a good paying job, and he had no clue what that would be. Mario hated high school, so college for sure wasn’t an option. He couldn’t even think of anything that he wanted to do for a trade. Mario didn’t want to work on HVAC units. He didn’t want to be a plumber or a welder. Mario wanted lots of money, but he didn’t want to have to work hard for it.
His brothers spoiled him. Mario had enough clothes, shoes, and electronics to open his own store. In his young naïve eyes, the money they got came easy. He didn’t know the perils of the drug game or the intense discipline and dedication that came with being an athlete. The money the brothers made was far from easy. Mario didn’t seem to get the memo on that one either.
Being square and smart didn’t get a person noticed. As a younger child, Mario had always been popular because he had a pretty fly mom that dressed him well. As he got older, he became popular because of his bad boy ways and who his older brothers were. Mario thrived off the attention. Each time he was chastised, he took it with a grain of salt. Ironically, the one time Block chose to say much of nothing was the time he felt it the most.
When they arrived at Mario’s house, he opened the car door with a heavy spirit. Block was pissed and when his mom got home, she was going to more than likely yell and curse him outfor at least thirty minutes. Mario definitely needed to be high for that shit.
“I’ll be here to get you Friday morning at nine.” Block’s tone was flat, and he didn’t look at Mario as he spoke to him.
“For what?”
“I’m taking you to visit your father.”
