by Hamel, B. B.
She cocks her head as I approach. My heart’s hammering in my chest and my cock’s already half hard.
“You’re a distraction,” I say softly. “You know that? I’m distracted thinking about this tight little pussy.”
She bites her lip. “Oh, yeah? You think it’s my fault?”
I growl a little and step closer to her. I grab her hair and drag her over toward the kitchen, pushing her up against the counter, pinning her there with my body.
“Damn right it’s your fault,” I whisper in her ear. “Without you I never would’ve left the truck and let him get away.” I feel her hips and lift her shirt up. It slides off easily and I let out a loose little grunt as I kiss her neck.
“You’re a distraction,” I whisper again, unhooking her bra. She lets it slide off and I palm her breasts, teasing her nipples. “A delicious fucking distraction.”
She lets out a soft moan and I kiss her hard. I taste her deep, tongue in her mouth.
God damn, this is what I need. I grab at her jean shorts, unbuttoning them. I practically rip them off her body, kneeling down in front of her to kiss her stomach, legs, and pussy. She lets out a gasp and I run my hands down her legs before pushing her panties aside and gently lapping her up.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I growl. She’s already wetter than I would’ve expected, considering she got off not too long ago. But I know what she needs right now.
I stand back up and she grasps at my pants, unbuckling my belt, zipping down the fly. I let her pull them down, the buckle hitting the tile floor, before she pulls off my boxer briefs. I kiss her hard as she takes my shaft in both hands, letting out a groan when she feels my size.
“Shit,” she breathes, looking down at my cock.
I smirk at her. “I told you, you’ve never seen anything like it.”
She bites her lip, eyes wide. I grab her chin and kiss her as she works me in long strokes with both hands.
I growl and palm her breasts. I kiss her hard before lifting her up onto the counter. I peel off her panties before spreading her legs wide and licking her pussy top to bottom.
“Shit,” she gasps and grabs my hair. I force her legs wider and lick her, parting her lips with my tongue. I lick her little hard clit in circles before sucking it and tonguing it some more. She groans, rolling her hips, back curled forward, fingers grabbing my hair hard.
“Fucking hell, girl,” I grunt. “You’re goddamn delicious.”
I kiss her inner thighs and pull her off the counter. She kisses me, throwing herself against my body and I pull her tight. I kiss her lips, letting her taste the pussy still lingering on my tongue. She moans as my fingers find her clit again, teasing her, sliding two up inside and back out.
She drops to her knees suddenly and looks up at me. “I don’t want to be a distraction,” she says.
“Then give me what I want,” I grunt, blood ringing in my ears.
She takes my cock between her pretty lips and I swear I nearly pass out. I fucking groan as she sucks my tip and slowly moves down my shaft, taking as much into her mouth as she can. It’s not even half my length and girth but that’s fine, I love that she’s trying. She sucks me slowly at first before moving faster. Her pretty mouth moves up and down, head bobbing like she’s always been sucking cock this way. I groan and grab her hair, pushing her down lower.
She gags but I don’t pull her back. I let her stay there, my cock buried in her throat. I finally pull her back and she takes a gasping breath, taking my cock in both of her hands and working her spit along the shaft. I groan watching her stroke me two-handed, pleasure ringing through my whole body.
I push her back down and fuck her pretty lips. I love watching my cock slide into her mouth and back out, her sexy full lips wrapped around my shaft as she struggles to take my whole cock.
I pull her back and lean down, getting onto one knee. I kiss her hard and tease her breasts, one hand drifting down between her legs. She groans as I stroke her pussy with my fingers.
I pull her up again and turn her around, bending her over the counter. I spank her ass nice and hard and lean over her, whispering into her ear.
“I want to hear you ask for it,” I whisper.
“Please,” she says.
“Say it,” I command.
“Fuck me.”
I growl and press my cock against her soaking cunt. I hover there on the edge of ecstasy before plunging myself deep inside of her.
“Oh my god,” she gasps as I slide myself deep inside her.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” I groan. “Fuck, girl. You’re goddamn tight.”
“Shit,” she moans, rolling her hips. I slide myself deeper until I’m filling her completely, my huge cock spreading her pussy wide open.
I grind myself inside her before slowly dipping back and pushing forward. I start to fuck her, kissing her neck, fist in her hair. She moans and whispers my name as I fill her tight cunt deeper and deeper.
I love the way she wiggles her hips as I fill her, the way she pants my name, the way her pussy lips grip my shaft. I fuck her deeper and faster, slapping her ass now nice and hard. She gasps and I pull her hair. I can feel myself starting to lose it completely.
I’ve been nice to her so far but I don’t think I can be nice for much longer.
I growl and pull her away from the kitchen. I kiss her, dragging her into the living room. I sit down and pull her on top of me, letting her straddle me and slide back down my shaft. She starts to ride slow at first while I lick her nipples and suck them, teasing them pink and hard.
She moans as she rides faster. I run my hands along her fit back and slap her tight ass. She moves faster, taking my big cock deeper and deeper, gasping and groaning. We’re both starting to sweat now as we fuck.
I love the way she rides my cock. I love the way she moans then begs for more. I hear her whispering my name and I can barely contain myself.
“Faster,” I command her. “I want to see you come on this big dick. I want to feel you come on my big hard cock.”
“Shit,” she moans as I slam up inside of her. I fuck her rough and hard and she takes over, pushing back with her ass and sliding down my shaft.
I growl and grab her ass, spreading her wide. She rides me faster, panting and moaning. “Oh my god,” she gasps. “Oh, god. Fuck me, Rowan. Fuck me.”
I thrust into her harder. We’re grinding and fucking and it feels so goddamn good. Her pussy’s tight and her body’s perfect and I need every inch of this girl.
I bite her lip and fuck her fast and slap her ass rough. She groans as I whisper in her ear. “You feel fucking perfect,” I say. “Your tight cunt is fucking perfect. God, you feel incredible. I could fuck and fill you up forever, you dirty fucking girl. Take this big cock and show me how you come, you dirty fucking girl.”
She rides me faster and faster and I can tell she’s nearly there. “Oh, god, yes,” she gasps. “Oh, god, yes.”
I slap her ass hard and slam inside of her. We don’t stop until she’s grabbing onto my shoulders, mouth wide open, pants and gasps coming out fast.
Her orgasm takes over. I can feel her coming on my fat cock but I’m merciless. I keep fucking her fast, slamming up inside her pussy, grabbing her hips and pushing harder. I want her to come until she passes out from the pleasure.
“Oh, fuck me, Rowan,” she gasps. I keep going like an animal pounding inside of her, my body tense and ringing with pleasure.
As she finishes, I pull her off me. She kneels on the couch and takes my cock in her mouth immediately, sucking me fast and hard.
I roar my pleasure as I come between her pretty lips. I come hard in her mouth and throat but she doesn’t stop. She sucks me faster and swallows every single drop.
“Fuck, girl,” I growl as I finish. We’re both panting and she collapses against me, sweating and smiling and happy.
“That was…”
“Fucking good,” I say.
“It was amazing,” she whispers then looks up
at me. “I’ve only been with one other guy.”
I smirk at her and kiss her softly. “That’s okay. I can teach you a lot more.”
She nuzzles up against my chest, a smile on her lips.
I hold her like that for a while. It feels good just being normal people for a little bit. It feels good just sitting here naked together.
“Next time we go out,” I say softly in her ear, “I’m fucking you before we leave. No more distractions.”
She looks up at me with a smile on her face. I kiss her softly.
“Whatever you want,” she whispers.
The best words in the world.
7
Allie
Over the next few days, we follow Rowan’s target and watch him carefully.
I don’t know the guy’s name and he won’t tell me. I think he’s keeping it from me in case I start to feel something about killing the guy, but I know that’s not going to happen.
Every time I see him, I think about my father. I think about the way he ruined our family and drank away our money and eventually started beating me just because he hated his own existence. I think about my father and I realize that some people just deserve it.
But following someone around is actually pretty exhausting. We’re up early and out late watching the guy’s house and all his movements. He’s surprisingly boring actually, although I guess that’s normal. He goes to the bar and gets drunk half the day, goes to another bar and drinks some more, gets some fast food for dinner, and then watches TV until he passes out. Once he went to see a movie with a friend but otherwise the guy seems like he lives his entire existence in and out of bars.
After the third day, we’re up early again. I drink some coffee in the kitchen while Rowan takes a shower. When he’s done, he comes out wearing only a towel, water still glistening on his gorgeous chest.
I stare at him trying not to let my desire become too obvious.
“I’m going to do it tonight,” he says gently.
I blink for a second, trying to come back to myself. “Tonight?”
He grunts and pours some coffee. “Fish is gonna start getting impatient and I don’t think this is going to be a hard job. Usually I’d follow him for longer but I don’t feel like there’s time.”
I feel my heart beating fast. “So you’re killing him tonight.”
He pauses and looks at me over his mug. “Yeah. That’s the idea.”
“Oh. Okay.”
He watches me for another long moment. “You know that’s what I do,” he says. “You got a problem with it now?”
“No,” I say quickly. “I don’t, I just, I don’t know.”
He smirks a little bit, danger behind those glinting eyes. “Now it’s real,” he says.
“I guess so.”
“Well, don’t worry. I’m not bringing you.”
I have to admit, I’m pretty surprised even though I probably shouldn’t be.
“There’s no way I’m sitting out,” I snap at him. “No freaking way.”
“You want to watch a man die?”
“No,” I say, recoiling.
“You want to watch me murder a man?” he asks again, coming closer. “Is that what you want?”
“No,” I say. “I just put all this time into following him and now…”
“It’s not some fucking game, Allie,” he snaps at me. His tone is angry but his eyes are cold and calculating. “Following the fucker around maybe felt like one but we’re doing a dark and fucked-up business here. I’m not about to let you get sucked into that when I’m trying to get out of it myself.”
I feel my anger bristle at that. “You’re a hypocrite then,” I snap at him. “You kill my dad but you won’t even let me help you?”
He looks surprised and his anger slowly drains away to something calmer.
“This whole situation is foreign to me,” he says gently and walks over to the table. He hesitates before sitting down across from me. “I never worked with someone else before. I never had someone live with me. Hell, I’ve always been single.”
“So what? We’re not married.”
He cracks a smile. “Not yet at least.”
I give him a look. “I put in the effort. I want to help.”
“No. It’s not happening.”
I clench my jaw. “You think you’re protecting me, but you’re not helping anything.”
I stand up and leave the table without another word. He sighs and tries to follow but his towel slips. I glance back and watch him fixing it, a growl in the back of his throat.
I close my bedroom door and sit on the floor, my back against the wall, eyes closed, breathing heavy. I feel like a stupid little girl again and I’m intensely aware of acting like a petulant teenager out there.
I guess I want to feel like I have some control in my life again. I’ve been so completely swept up in everything around me that I haven’t had the chance to take a simple breath. First it’s my father controlling me and now it’s Rowan telling me what I can and can’t do.
I know he’s right, though. I don’t want to go on a hit with him. I don’t want to see him murder someone. But I feel like I’ve put in all this effort in stalking this guy and now I want to be there when that effort pays off. It’s freaky and insane and sick but for some reason the killing part of it all doesn’t bother me too much. The gory details probably will, but the abstract idea of the dark deed isn’t so bad.
Maybe I’m broken. It’s hard not to think that. I mean, I’m living and sleeping with the man that murdered my father. I’m going on stalking missions with him and I want to be there when he murders his next target. Most of the time I can’t even see him as a killer but as a gorgeous man I want to be around.
It’s insane how deep I’ve tumbled and how I don’t have any interest in digging myself back out.
I waste some time getting myself together. I hear him head into his room and get dressed at some point before leaving. When he’s gone, I shower and dress and lounge around the cabin trying to figure out what I’m going to do with myself.
Hours pass and he doesn’t come back. I keep thinking about him out there intent on killing a man tonight. I should be with him and every second I’m not sends a jolt of anger through me.
Around five, a couple hours before sunset, I hear his truck pull down the driveway. I step outside and watch as he climbs out of the cab. He walks halfway to the porch and stares at me, his big arms crossed over his chest.
“You stay in the truck,” he says simply.
I frown. “Why the change of heart?”
“I don’t know. You still want to come?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“You stay in the truck. Do you understand?”
“Tell me why first.”
He looks annoyed and spreads his hands out. “I don’t know, okay? I guess I figure you’re going to follow me anyway so I might as well make sure you’re okay.”
I snort. “I didn’t follow you yet.”
“Were you going to?”
“Thought about it.”
“So stay in the truck. Promise me that.”
“Fine,” I say.
He sighs, clearly not satisfied, but he nods at the truck. “Let’s go.”
I follow him into the cab and watch him as we drive back into town. He’s silent for most of the trip and barely looks away from the road. He’s so handsome and it’s hard to fit his hitman reality with the gorgeous face I love staring at. I wonder if he’ll slip his hands between my legs before he goes inside and instantly can feel myself dripping wet at the thought of him getting me off before murdering someone.
God, I must be broken. There’s no other explanation.
As we get into town, he clears his throat and pulls me from my thoughts. “He’s in bad shape today,” Rowan says.
“Drunk?”
He nods. “Pretty drunk.”
“So he’ll be going home then.”
“Probably. If his pattern holds, which it usually
does.”
“That’s good.”
He grunts once. “Here’s the plan. He’ll come home around ten or so, turn on the TV, stare at it for a while. I’ll sneak in through the back window while the TV’s on and I’ll kill him before he even realizes what’s happening. You stay in the truck and wait for me. If I don’t come back out in ten minutes, drive back to my cabin, find whatever money and supplies and shit you want, and get out of town.”
I stare at him for a second. “You think this might not work?”
“I plan for everything,” he says softly and glances at me. There’s real worry in his expression and it’s almost as confusing as everything else. “Just promise you’ll do that, okay?”
“Okay,” I say softly. “I’ll do it.”
“Good. Cash is under my mattress.” He grins a little. “I’m not very creative.”
I laugh at that and the mood lightens a bit. We keep driving, eventually parking a half block away from the target’s house.
He leans back in his seat and sighs. “Now we wait,” he says.
I lean back in mine, mirroring his posture. “Now we wait,” I say back.
He glances at me and smiles. “God, you’re gorgeous, you know that? What a fucked-up pair we are.”
“We really are,” I whisper and smile at him nice and big.
* * *
The night falls thick around the neighborhood. The houses here are all single-story ranchers with a single-car garage attached on the right and the main door right in the middle. Our target’s plot needs to be mowed and weeded and generally taken care of but the house itself doesn’t stick out any more than any other around here. This isn’t the nicest part of town so there are more than a few rusted old tractors idling in backyards nearby.
We wait in mostly silence as the time ticks past. I get antsy but resist the urge to go for a walk or anything like that. Eventually, the crickets get loud enough to drown out an orchestra and I can see the tension in Rowan’s eyes.
I put my hand on his thigh. He smiles at me and puts his own hand on top of mine.