Chapter 12 #3
He was losing it, and Cyren took that as her chance to go in for the kill. Sucking dick was truly a sport you had to enjoy. Thankfully, Cyren loved the game. She gave it her all every time her pretty lips wrapped around him.
Back and forth, she added more points to the scoreboard.
Heavy was losing, but he wasn’t the least bit sad about it.
In fact, he wanted her to win. Heavy wanted to place her on a pedestal and drape her with gold medals before filling her arms with gold trophies. His prize deserved every single award.
Cyren inwardly applauded herself as his breathing grew ragged.
Heavy wanted to keep his eyes on her and the way she was making love to his pole, but failed.
Squeezing his eyes shut, his head dropped between his shoulders.
He almost yanked the scarf off her head as he released down her throat.
Savoring his taste, Cyren moaned and gasped as she was pulled to her feet.
Heavy met her lips, pushing his thick tongue into her mouth. They kissed like feverish teenagers who were sneaking before one of their parents came home. Needing to feel him in other places, Cyren wasted no time breaking their kiss to bend over the counter.
“Nah,” Heavy disagreed, pulling her away from it. “Touch them fucking toes.”
Obliging, Cyren lowered the top half of her body while he yanked his sweats over her ass and down her thighs.
Her panties would’ve been next, but Heavy loved the visual of his dick sliding into her creaminess while they stayed on.
He didn’t even do a wet-test; she was soaked, ready to receive him.
He rubbed his dick up and down her slit before sliding into home base.
“Oooh, yes!” Cyren moaned.
Heavy liked to play sports, too. It was evident in the way he knocked Cyren’s pussy out of the frame, making her scream his name as if she were in the crowd cheering him on.
Stretching her out, Heavy went pound-for-pound, giving her exactly what she wanted, with a nap included.
He had practically fucked the sadness right up out of her, making her forget all about those burnt pancakes and why she’d been crying in the first place.
A man who didn’t mind spending money on a woman to see her smile was surely going to live a long life. Heavy had might as well been considered a vampire with the way he was dropping racks on Cyren.
“You like that one?” Heavy asked, watching her in the mirror.
After picking up the Jacquemus crossbody he ordered for her online, he told her to pick out a work bag.
He only had to hear her say once that she wanted a new tote for work, and he was copping it.
There were a few Black handbag businesses he had the links to, but he wanted her to have something today instead of waiting on shipping.
Turning to the side again, Cyren admired the black, medium leather Ferragamo tote.
It was sleek with a comfortable strap and had just the right amount of space inside.
Technically, she didn’t need a new one, but she wanted one, and who was she to turn down a new bag?
Cyren would never be the woman to stop a man from spending money.
It truly wasn’t tricking because Heavy had plenty of it and wanted to spend it.
“Yes. What you think?” she asked, facing him.
Heavy didn’t mind giving his input, but the truth was, it didn’t matter. Whatever she liked, she could have.
“It looks good on you. Gotta get you some heels to match,” he said so nonchalantly. Cyren couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Okay. No heels, though. I saw some cute boots over there I might try on.”
“A’ight,” Heavy said.
They were inside a boutique at Oak Park Mall that sold new items from designer brands. Mesha told him about it months ago, wanting to buy a purse from them. When he bought hers, he made a mental note to return, and he’d forgotten all about it until now.
The mall looked exactly how a Saturday after Black Friday should look.
It was crowded with families moving in clusters, carrying shopping bags, while kids ran ahead of their parents, who were tired of telling them to slow down or stop running.
The scent of cinnamon pretzels and expensive perfume floated through the air every few feet.
Holiday decorations had already replaced fall displays, and in almost every store, Mariah Carey was undoubtedly getting paid as she crooned through the speakers.
Letting the sales associate know they’d be purchasing the tote, Cyren handed it over before heading toward the display with boots.
She had plenty of stilettos in her collection, so it was time to expand.
Picking up the black platform heel with the stiletto and a semi-pointed toe, she let the same associate know her size before sitting down.
Heavy sat beside her on the cushioned bench.
She slipped off her tennis shoes, and he reached for her leg, draping it over his.
Removing her sock, his fingers moved over the arch of her foot absentmindedly.
The gesture was so natural for him that Cyren didn’t bother to acknowledge him giving her a massage in a store full of people.
Heavy didn’t notice the hearts dancing in her eyes as he covered her foot with a brown nylon disposable sock.
Had he, they would’ve snuck off to the truck for round two.
“Here you are,” the woman said, bringing over a large box. “Let me know if you need any assistance.”
“Thank you, I will.”
While she unwrapped the boot and tried it on, Heavy responded to a text from Cole. It was business as usual, furthering his decision to take a much-needed trip.
“You got anything planned next month?” Heavy asked as she slid the second boot on.
“Um, something planned like what?” she countered, standing up.
Heavy’s eyes roamed her frame, getting stuck at her thick thighs.
“Babe, can you zip me up?” Cyren asked, breaking his concentration.
Heavy placed his phone in his lap and scooted up on the bench to zip her boot. Licking his lips, he nodded while sliding a hand up her thigh and patted her ass.
“Yeah, get these.”
Cyren giggled. “Let me walk around in them a bit. Now, what were you saying?”
“I might take this trip outta the country with my cousin, Nash.”
“The one from the club, right?” Cyren questioned, wanting to make sure she was keeping up with the folks he introduced her to.
Heavy nodded. “Yeah. You trying to go with me?”
She was trying her best to keep her cool on the outside, but on the inside, Cyren was screaming.
Not at him, but at herself. She’d picked the perfect time to up and move.
A trip out of the country would’ve been the perfect reset.
Instead of telling him no right now, she made up an excuse. Which, technically, wasn’t a lie.
“I’d love to, but it’s so last-minute. My job probably won’t let me.”
Heavy stared at her for a second longer than he should’ve. Something about her answer didn’t sit right with him, but he couldn’t figure out if it was all in his head or if Cyren wasn’t fucking with him on that level.
“Ask em’ and see,” he pressed as she sat back down. “You like em’?”
Cyren nodded. “Mhm. Thank you, baby.” She leaned over to kiss his cheek.
While she slipped off the boots, another text from Cole came through. Heavy frowned, thinking he’d read the words wrong, so he reread the sentence.
She talking about if you want the money, to come get it yourself ‘cause she ain’t giving it to me.
Scoffing, Heavy typed out Bet and slid his phone into his pocket. Tish called herself, trying to run shit, and this time, Heavy was going to remind her who the fucking boss was. He’d given her a pass on the strength of their relationship, but now she was pushing it.
“You okay?” Cyren asked.
Heavy glanced up and nodded. “Yeah. You ready?”
“Yes.”
“A’ight. C’mon.” He stood and grabbed her shoes since the associate hadn’t made her way back.
Pushing Tish to the back of his mind, Heavy paid for Cyren’s things and promised to enjoy the rest of their day. When he was ready to give Tish the attention she’d been begging him for, she was going to wish that she hadn’t.