“Mmhmm. That dick still feels good to you?” he asked.
All she could do was nod as he pounded into her. It felt so good, Cyren couldn’t help but lie across his chest and bury her face in the crook of his neck. He felt so good; all those thoughts she had were scattered about her frazzled brain now. His hand found the back of her neck as she let him have his way. Heavy was tapping into parts of her she didn’t even know existed. Ever the gentleman, he held her tightly as she came again, losing count of the number of orgasms she’d had by now.
“Yes, baby. Please keep fucking me.” Her whispered moans in his ear made Heavy only want to do what she said for the rest of his life.
Right now, for the rest of the night, and tomorrow, because he wasn’t letting her out of his sight. He gripped the front of her neck as they swapped spit, kissing like long-lost lovers. This was another dangerous side of Heavy that she was wide open for. The safe kind where she let her guard down, letting her walls rain down on him.
“Yeah... that’s it. Fuck! Wet this dick up,” Heavy instructed, biting her bottom lip. “You trying to get this nut up out me?”
Forehead pressed against his, Cyren nodded. That’s exactly what she wanted, and then a round two. Heavy was good for it and would give her exactly that. She contracted her muscles, making his dick twitch. Grinning, she popped her pussy, making the sounds of their session drown out the TV and echo throughout the room. Their eyes met one another, silentlyspeaking and agreeing on something neither of them wanted to admit aloud.
Cyren could front all she wanted to, but Heavy was going to always call her bluff. Even when he had his dick so deep inside her, and all she could do was scream his name, bringing them both to ecstasy. This time, ensuring he got his, too, without interruptions.
11
The Monday of Thanksgiving week was just like any other day leading up to a holiday. Traffic filled the streets as people ran errands before their families arrived in town. The grocery stores were crowded, and every restaurant seemed packed right after lunchtime. The weather had finally started acting like fall, too. Gray clouds hung low over the KC skyline, while cold wind blew leaves across the pavement.
Heavy drove with one hand resting on the wheel, with his phone perched on the portable mount. His truck faintly smelledof Cyren’s perfume. He’d just dropped her off at work and was headed to the community center. It’d been a few weeks too long since he’d stopped by.
Every time he thought about the building, he thought about Gramps, then Dre, then all the pressure that came with finally doing something with it. The shit felt heavier now that both of them were gone. Like if he failed, he wouldn’t just be disappointing himself. His eyes drifted to the incoming FaceTime call from his mama.
“What’s up, Ma?” he answered.
Lisa’s grinning face appeared first. Her hair was wrapped in a silk scarf, and she wore oversized glasses low on her nose. Mesha’s face popped up a second later from another square while she sat at her dining table, eating breakfast.
“There goes my son.” Lisa immediately smiled. “You finally decided to answer that phone, huh?”
Heavy chuckled. “I was sleep when you called yesterday and forgot to call you back.”
“You always sleep,” Mesha cut in, “or ignoring people’s calls.”
“I ignore yours, specifically,” Heavy corrected, teasing.
Mesha rolled her eyes, dramatically. “See how he treats me, Mama?”
“Mhm. Leave her alone.” Lisa laughed. “Where you headed?”
“To the center,” Heavy answered.
That caught both their attention.
“The community center?” Lisa asked, sitting up straighter.
“Yes.” Heavy flicked his right blinker on, turning at the light. “I got some contractors meeting me up there. I’m thinking about finally getting everything started back up after the holidays.”
A heartfelt smile appeared on Lisa’s face. “Really?” she softly asked.
Heavy nodded once. “Yeah. I think I’m ready.”
Truthfully, he didn’t know if ready was the right word, but he was tired of letting the building sit untouched while life kept moving. His talk with Cyren in the kitchen had also given him an extra boost. He was tired of walking around with Gramps’ dreams hanging over his head unfinished.
Lisa slowly shook her head with pride written all over her face. “That’ll be a beautiful way to start the new year off.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” Heavy admitted. “Get it running by January if everything goes smoothly.”
“And it’ll give you something positive to focus on,” Lisa gently added, her voice carrying that motherly tone that always made him feel younger than he was.
She was scolding him the way she knew how before taking it a step further. Lisa knew her son was in the streets, but he was also a grown man. All she could do was give him advice and continue praying for him. The same way she did Mesha.
