by Stone, Piper
“Please. Yes. Yes!”
Gathering her legs into my arms, I yanked her pelvis until only her head and shoulders remained on the bed. After spreading her wide open, I buried my head into her pussy, thrusting my tongue deep inside. She was so sweet and so hot, filling my mouth with honey. I sucked on her sweet tissue savagely, swirling the tip of a single finger around and around her already swollen clit. Her pussy clenched, clamping around my tongue and drawing me even deeper.
Tensing, she clenched the comforter as she moaned, her chest rising and falling. “Ah... Oh, God.”
I sucked on her clit as I managed to slide several fingers past her quivering folds. Her flesh was sizzling hot, sparks turning into a firestorm that would not be denied, fed by the blissful connection. I jammed my finger in forceful motions, flexing them open as I plunged, grunting like a crazed animal as I used my tongue like a spoon, lapping every drop. Her legs dangled over my shoulders, her heels kicking against my shoulder blades. I refused to let her go until I’d had my fill, until she came into my mouth and throat.
I continued eating her raw, my head moving back and forth as I worked my tongue and fingers in a perfect orchestration. In and out. Harder. Faster.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered.
“Not yet.”
“Please. Oh, please.” Her body bucked, her arms flailing, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. The way her mouth formed a perfect circle, a reminder of how she sucked on my cock made my shaft throb even more, I was ready to take her; to ravage her.
Shifting my arm, I pressed two fingers against her asshole, wiggling until I found her dark entrance. I drove them all the way inside, closing my eyes when I heard her scream.
“Blade!”
“Come for me. Come for me, now!”
Her body began to buck wildly, her arms and legs shaking and her head thrashing back and forth. As she jutted her hips forward, shoving her groin brutally against my face, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she issued a carnal scream. “Yes!”
The orgasm turned into a wild wave, leaving her gasping for air. A light sheen covered her entire body as I eased her legs onto the bed, towering over her as I undressed, finally freeing my cock. The slit was covered in pre-cum, my cockhead glistening. She licked her lips in appreciation as I rolled my fingers around in lazy circles.
“Onto your knees,” I commanded as I eased back onto the bed.
“Yes, sir.” Crystal eased in front of me, the alluring expression full of a dark desire. She reached for my cock, allowing her fingers to slide up and down the back of my shaft.
Her touch was breathtaking, pulsing lights dancing across my field of vision. When she cupped then wrapped her hand around my balls, I let out a long hiss, every nerve ending on fire. “Fuck. Yes. I love the way you touch me.”
“I love to touch you,” she whispered as she twisted her hand around the base of my cock, the friction immediately sending another wave of electricity storming through my body.
“But I love when you suck me more.” Hoisting her into the air, I twisted her around until her head was only inches from the bed, her thighs resting on my shoulders.
“Oh. Oh!” Slapping her hands against the comforter, she squealed as I held her tightly, my arms wrapped around her waist.
My cock twitched, and I ground my groin against her face. “Suck me.” The moment her mouth wrapped around the tip of my shaft, I tossed my head back, roaring. Her lips worked on my cockhead, her tongue swishing around and around. I dipped my head as she sucked, licking her pussy once again, my muscles straining.
Relaxing, she slid her arms around my hips, clasping her hands together as she opened up her throat. With every inch she took, sucking my throbbing shaft, her tongue never stopping, adrenaline coursed through every vein and every cell. As her master, I would provide as much ecstasy as she could tolerate.
Garbled sounds came from her mouth as she sucked, her strong jaw muscles clenching. She took the entire length of my cock like a good little girl. I was mesmerized, hornier than I’d ever been.
“Fuck,” I whispered only an inch above her sweet pussy, trying to catch my breath. Trying to hold back the orgasm. I had to be inside of her. I had to fuck her. Easing her down, I maneuvered her onto all fours as I took several deep breaths, dragging the back of my arm across my mouth. The redness from her spanking remained, covering the rounded portions of both ass cheeks. Fisting her hair, I smacked her bottom with my hand, moving from one side to the other.
“Oh.” A half laugh, half whimper escaped her mouth as the force shoved her forward. She spread her legs and pushed up from the bed as I held her, peppering her tender ass with one hard spank after another.
“Such a disobedient girl you are.” The words were almost inaudible coming from my mouth, the tone dipping into a deep bass. I had difficulty focusing as I crouched over her on my feet, straddling her hips.
“Yes, sir. I am.”
I twisted her head, letting go of her hair and slapping my hands on either side as I leaned over, kissing her lips. “You will learn. You will be punished.”
She arched her back as the moment of passion continued, offering her sex in the most blatant fashion. I thrust the entire length of my cock inside her pussy, impaling and forcing air from her lungs. Moaning into the kiss, her entire body was trembling.
I was a wild man, on fire and in almost desperate need as I fucked her like a crazed animal, skin slapping against skin. The angle was perfect, the tip of my cock massaging her G-spot. Everything about this was primitive, two creatures fucking, mating. I would have all of her.
After this, no man would ever touch her again.
With every brutal thrust, the bed rocked, slamming the headboard against the wall. Harder. Faster. I could no longer see anything but stars as I drove into her, but I wanted more. Every inch. Lifting my head, I took several deep breaths as her body wiggled underneath me.
“Yes... Fuckin’. Oh, God.”
I knew she was coming, and I refused to stop, moving in frenetic motions.
“Yes, I...” This time, her scream was silent but her entire body shook in convulsions as her fingers became white-knuckled.
When she dropped her head, panting and wheezing, I kissed the top of her head. “My perfect submissive.”
Shifting back, my legs were burning as I adjusted the tip of my cock, driving inside her tight asshole. We both howled like the beasts we’d become as I savagely took her. She was so tight, her ass muscles clamping like a vise. There would be no way I could hold it for long. I rocked her body with mine until we became as one.
Then I exploded, losing myself in our union.
As I rolled off, pulling her into my arms, I lost the ability to breathe. I was terrified for both of us, wanting nothing more than to convince her to leave, but where could we run where we wouldn’t be found? My original idea seemed almost hopeless, although I knew I’d be accepted with open arms. Could I risk what was left of my family?
As she nuzzled into my chest, her breathing becoming even, I heard the whispered words just before she fell asleep and knew what I had to do.
“I love you.”
Chapter Thirteen
Blade
The night was humid, the air thick with the stench of oil and gasoline, rotten garbage and stale cigarettes. The windows were open as I drove, my desire for fresh air turning into a reminder of the bleak future. I groaned at the thought as I turned the corner, easing to the curb. There was little traffic, no one slowing down as they passed the now closed bar. The Sandpiper remained darkened, yellow tape from the investigation flapping in the light breeze. The windows had been boarded up and there were no signs of cars. Why I’d wanted to see the remnants was beyond me but coming here seemed important. Still, I hesitated, making certain I hadn’t been followed. I had that nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach that had only increased with time.
Against my better judgment, I rolled into the parking lot, easing the gear into
park and allowing the engine to idle. I’d heard a new report on the radio, the police actively looking for members of the street gang who’d all but scattered into the wind. I wondered how much of the report was true. The series of bombings seemed out of character for the Desperados, but I didn’t know Ricardo in any manner. I’d racked my brain trying to put pieces together from conversations with Diego, but at this point, nothing jibed.
After opening up to Crystal, talking with her had been easier. At least she’d confided into me everything she knew, including about the man she’d dated once, the same one she could have sworn she’d seen just before the bomb went off. There were too many strings dangling, like legs of a black widow spider. Spending time with her had only pushed away the inevitable, but I would cherish the passion no matter the outcome. If she remembered issuing the words of adoration, she hadn’t mentioned them and neither had I. But they’d affected me profoundly.
I swallowed thickly, feeling my throat tighten. I squeezed the steering wheel, the skin tightening over my thick knuckles a distinct reminder of the internal rage. Anger for following my gut. Anger for not following my heart. At least I’d left her with a gun, as well as the burner phone. I was already itching to call her, make certain she was all right, but I had other things to do.
Including hunting Carter Garris.
Cutting the engine, I carefully opened the door. There were some residential properties nearby, but I doubted anyone was paying attention. Still, stealth was important. I walked around the entire building, even trying the back door. There was no way to get inside and no reason to bother trying. Every minute I was out in the open was a minute too long. The Desperados would no doubt have a sentry on the lookout, just in case I came rolling back into town.
After climbing into the truck, I glanced across the seat. The phone was just within reach. One phone call and I would put the original plan back into motion. I fingered the thin plastic, allowing a few fond memories of being home to filter into my mind. She’d always told me I had a place to come to, but that had been before joining the ranks of the cartel. Would she shun me now? Hell, I would. I had no right to invade her life or her safety, but I had nowhere else to go. I missed my sister more than I’d allowed myself to admit. I also missed my parents, but certainly never expected to see them again. I’d made my life choice. I closed my eyes, willing away the exhaustion.
Until I heard the single crack of broken asphalt being crushed under a shoe. In a flash, the gun was in my hand, cocked at the asshole who’d crossed my path. “I’d hold it right there if I were you.”
“It’s just me, Blade. Pappy.” The aging man moved into the dim lighting, holding his hands in the air. He was dressed casually as usual, but I was able to notice the outline of his gun. It appeared he was on duty tonight.
“Back away.”
He nodded, taking two strides backward as I climbed out of the truck. If he was bothered by the weapon in my hand, I couldn’t tell. He was cool as a cucumber, which unnerved the hell out of me.
“What are you doing here? How did you know I was here and who sent you?” I kept the gun pointed at his head as I darted glances in both directions, searching for what could be backup.
“I didn’t. I live just over there. Not that anyone knew that. I saw the headlights and wandered who the hell was bothering the crime scene. Glad I ran into you though. I think we need to talk. I want to help you.”
Help. I had no reason not to trust this man, but I also had no undue reason to risk Crystal’s life. I could take care of her on my own. The churning in my stomach had turned into full-fledged apprehension. “I’m not certain what we have to talk about or what kind of help you can give me.”
“Well, from where I stand, son, you have few choices. Someone figured out who you are and they’re hunting you. You’re a wanted man.”
“What are you talking about?” Yeah, I knew I was wanted, but how much did Pappy actually know?
“Erik Chenault, aka Blade, a soldier in the Sanchez cartel out of Miami. Wanted for the ruthless killing of a casino owner in the heart of the city. Also wanted in connection to a good dozen murders. Politicians. Prominent businessmen. All of them men Sanchez wanted to overthrow. You’ve been a busy boy over the last few years. The bounty on your head is well over five hundred thousand dollars.”
The way the old man spouted off the information was interesting. El Hefe had decided to turn the tables, allowing law enforcement to hunt down a wanted murderer, counting on the fact I wouldn’t last a day in prison. For El Hefe not to exact his own personal brand of revenge meant he had his hands full. Or, this was a neat and tidy ploy. “What else do you know and why are you really here?”
Pappy inched closer, darting a look over his shoulder. “Too many ears. Why don’t we go to my house, grab a beer?”
“I’m not thirsty. Tell me what else you know.” I shifted the barrel of the gun closer.
Pappy sighed. “What I know is that you have people looking for you and I’m not talking about the Desperados. I don’t think El Capitan gives a shit about you, at least at this point, but given you’ve been linked to the organization, it won’t take either Mr. Francisco or Mr. Sanchez long to figure out you had a hand in all this commotion.”
“The Feds want Diego. Tell me something I don’t know.”
“I figured you knew. What you may not know is that every law enforcement agency south of the Mississippi wants to cut down both operations before this opioid crisis gets any further out of hand.” Pappy seemed frustrated when I remained silent. “I’m working undercover with the Feds as well as the local police department. There’s a big shipment of drugs coming into the harbor day after tomorrow. From various sources, we’ve heard that Diego Sanchez is planning his own brand of a coup, if you get what I mean.”
“Taking over the Charleston operation.” This made more sense than anything. I still had red flags raised. The man could be fishing, working with either side.
“Exactly. As you can imagine, this may be the only opportunity we have of taking both of them down at the same time. The problem is, the Desperados have ears everywhere, including in the Charleston Police Department. We have no idea who’s dirty, but we have a few candidates.”
I watched his facial expressions, unable to determine whether he was lying. “What do you want with me?”
“I told you the truth before. You’re a solid guy. We know what you did for your brother.”
The ace of spades was just played. “And what do you think you know?”
Pappy dared to inch closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “That you saved his life and in turn were forced to perform certain... services.”
Bristling, I was surprised that a bead of sweat had found its way creeping along the back of my neck. Not a good sign. “Let me guess. The Feds want me to testify.”
Sniffing, he kicked his heel against the pavement. “You’re a smart boy. Doing so will mean your freedom. Full exoneration from all crimes. You testify, and you’ll get that new life you want so badly. We’ll be able to take down all the major players. Arrests at the harbor during when the drugs come in then your testimony will solidify all the evidence against both the Sanchez cartel as well as the leader of the Desperados. The little pipsqueaks who work for El Capitan have no clue what to do without their leader. What do you say? A taste of freedom?”
I chuckled at his words. As if anything I had to say would keep enough of the freaks behind bars. Still, what choice did I have, or Crystal for that matter?
“I know what you’re thinking. You care about Crystal and sadly, she’s become a target. We’re also aware that she has concerns of her own from her past so perhaps this is her opportunity to start another new life. Again. I’m certain she’s told you about her background?”
“I’m aware.” Who the hell had been talking? Certainly not Crystal.
“Then you’ll be in an excellent position to help get her out of town as well.”
I was surprised the ex-cop had be
en able to ascertain this kind of information about the shit she’d been through. He had to be well connected in order to even offer me the deal. Granted, the FBI had been on Diego’s tail for years, but the package was too neat and tidy. “Tell me about Carter Garris.”
“Carter?” Pappy laughed. “Let’s just say he’s El Capitan’s right hand boy. He’s the man responsible for the bombings this week. He also runs the street thugs, who collect payments from the various businesses. He’s one bad boy.”
I thought about Crystal’s comments, as well as the advantage he’d been given in working on her house. Still, certain aspects didn’t make any sense. “What about this bar and the bombing? Was Crystal the actual target?”
“Unfortunately, she fell into the middle of a shit storm. Did she piss off the Desperado soldiers? Well, hell yes, but the fact she figured out certain monies were being funneled through the Sandpiper put her on the radar. I can’t give you a lot of details, but I can tell you that the man who owns the building owes a significant amount of money to Ricardo Francisco. Using Mr. Walters’ very clean operation to fund criminal activities was the only way he could pay off his debt. He’s had some issues with an employee, however, making him expendable to El Capitan’s operation.”
Given Crystal had mentioned finding a shortage of funds, I wasn’t put off by his statement. However, the puzzle pieces weren’t fitting together very well.
“What do you say about the deal? We’ll bring you into safety and if everything goes well, you could be living on a beach somewhere in about a month. Sound good?”
I usually followed my gut and it was telling me there was something off about this man. The what I wasn’t certain of. “I’ll think about it.”
“All right. Fair enough.” Flipping a business card from his pocket, Pappy held it between two fingers. “Here’s a number for you to call, but I’d make your decision prior to that shipment coming into the harbor. After that, all deals are off the table.”