by Ada Scott
I swallow him all the way down to the hilt again, my mouth almost aching. He’s enormous, far bigger than I ever expected a man to be. I mean, I’ve watched porn. But I never thought I would meet a guy with a cock like that. Much less have that delicious, massive shaft shoved inside my mouth.
And I love it. Fuck, I love it so much.
I bob up and down faster, sucking him hard while my hands work his shaft, too. I slide one of my hands down to fondle his sack, toying the balls with my fingertips. I can’t help but feel a smug satisfaction when Caleb starts to gently move his hips, losing the battle to keep from fucking my throat. I look up at him, pleased at the blissful look on his face. I’m doing a good job, and I know it.
He meets my eyes, a question in his gaze.
I give him the tiniest of nods, the go-ahead to let loose and do whatever he wants with me.
His hands press against the back of my head, his cock sliding down to nearly choke me as he works his hips, thrusting into my open mouth. I cough a little, but when he starts to release me I grab hold of his legs and hold myself there, showing him that I want it. I can take it. Whatever he has in store for me, I will take it willingly. Enthusiastically.
Caleb’s cock slides in and out of my mouth, my tongue dancing over the head with each pass. Every time his cock brushes the back of my throat I let out a little moan of pleasure. Feeling my own body respond in kind, I reach down between my legs and feel my pussy getting wet, dampening my panties.
“Touch yourself for me. Just like that, baby,” Caleb murmurs, starting to lose control.
On the one hand, I want this to last longer. I want him inside of me. I want him to fuck me. But on the other hand…I don’t want to stop. I need to feel him explode.
“Warm yourself up for me, angel,” he growls. “I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”
And with that he pushes me back from his cock, letting it spring free with a wet pop. He lifts me up easily, my legs straddling him as he carries me over to the desk in the corner of the room. He swipes the pen and notepad onto the floor and sets me down on the flat surface of the desk before dropping to his knees and yanking my high heels off, then my panties. He hikes up the already-slashed hem of my fancy dress, shoving my thighs apart. He pauses for just a brief moment to kiss my inner thighs, making me tremble with ticklish delight.
And then he leans in and sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Oh fuck!” I whimper, my hands reaching desperately for the edges of the desk to hold onto while Caleb’s tongue laps at my wet pussy, sliding up and down. He nibbles ever so gently at my clit, then plunges his tongue inside my aching hole, making me cry out. I arch my back and tilt my head backward, my eyes rolling shut as I rock my hips toward him.
His tongue circles my clit while his hands wander upward, underneath my dress, to grab my hips. He rocks me back and forth, the desk creaking with every movement. Caleb’s tongue moves faster and faster, massaging my clit until I’m trembling all over, my mind gone completely blank except for the explosion of intense pleasure rolling over me.
I come all over his tongue and he laps at my sweet honey like he’s dying of thirst, not even relenting for a moment to let me rest.
He goes back to sucking my clit, his tongue rubbing that tight nub of nerves until I’m coming again, my knuckles turning white as I grip the sides of the desk to steady myself.
“Oh my god, Caleb!” I wail, wrapping my legs around his neck as he licks my pussy. He winces slightly when my leg touches his injured shoulder, but he doesn’t move away. He circles my hole with one finger, teasing me, making my pussy pulse with desire.
Caleb looks up at me and says softly, “I can go slow. We can start here, if you want.”
I bite my lip, thinking about it for a second. But then I shake my head.
“No. I want the first thing inside of me to be your cock,” I tell him honestly.
That fire in his eyes rages, and I can tell my simple words have an enormous effect on him. “I want this to be so good for you, Jane. I want this to be perfect,” he says, standing up and leaning over to kiss me on the lips. I can faintly taste my own pussy, and it turns me on even more.
“It will be perfect. I’m with you,” I answer in a whisper, reaching up to run my fingers through his thick, dark hair.
Caleb gives me a genuine, fond smile before kissing me again, his tongue pushing into my mouth. He breaks the kiss and pulls my ruined dress up over my head, then unclasps my bra, letting them both fall to the side. He cups my breasts in his hands, his thumbs circling over my nipples, making them tingly and erect. I gasp as he reaches down to press the head of his enormous, stiff cock against my virgin pussy.
I hold my breath, locking eyes with him as he prepares to go where no one else has ever gone before. I bite my lip and nod my head. “Do it. Fuck me. Please, Caleb. I need you so bad.”
“Are you ready, Jane?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He captures my lips in a kiss as he slowly pushes inside of me, stretching my tight opening until it aches. I whimper in combined fear and pain.
“Relax,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. A shiver runs down my spine. “It’s okay. I’m going to take care of you.”
“I know,” I mumble, taking a deep breath.
He pushes a little further, clearly taking every inch of his willpower to be so controlled in his movements. I know his body is telling him to fuck me hard, to use my body and lose control. I know every part of him wants to do just that. But he’s so gentle, only giving me what he thinks I can handle. I gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer. I know it will hurt, but god, I want it. No, I need it.
“I want you. All of you,” I urge him, pressing a kiss into his powerful chest.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says softly. “I want to make you mine.”
“Caleb, I’m already yours,” I answer breathlessly. And that tips him over the edge.
His cock plunges into me, breaking through that thin barrier that has kept me on one side of the fence, has kept me innocent all these years. I cry out and bury my face in his chest, overwhelmed with not just the pain, but the pleasure.
“Good girl,” Caleb whispers, stroking my hair. “So fucking good.”
“Do it again. Please,” I beg.
He pulls out, rubbing the head of his cock around my opening in a tantalizing circle before shoving himself back into me, sliding inside to the root with one smooth thrust. The tip of his cock strikes some deep, mysterious spot inside me that makes me feel explosive with pleasure. He rears back and thrusts again, his hand slipping down between us to massage my clit.
“Yes, yes, oh god. That feels so good, Caleb,” I whimper. He thrusts into me again and again, moving faster as he rubs my clit with two fingertips. I begin to roll my hips involuntarily, giving in to the tidal wave of bliss. It’s not long before I’m crying his name, lost in another powerful orgasm.
“Such a good girl. Jane, it’s all I can do not to just lose control. I want to fuck you hard, baby, but I don’t think you’re ready for that,” Caleb confesses, bringing his hand up to lick my honey off his fingers.
I nod vigorously. “I am ready. I promise. Please, give in. Fuck me as hard as you want. I need it, Caleb. As badly as you do. It won’t be too much, I swear. Please.”
“If you want me to stop, just say coffee. I can’t promise this won’t hurt, Jane,” he tells me.
“I don’t care.”
“I do.”
“I know,” I tell him, running my hand down the side of his face.
And then he holds nothing back.
He grabs my hips, rocking the entire desk back and forth on its front legs as he thrusts into me, deep and fast. His cock slams into that special place inside me over and over again and I scream, another climax crashing over me.
“Fuck! Yes, Jane! Feels so fucking good, baby,” he groans, leaning down to kiss me as he picks up the pace. His cock slides in and out of me
so fast it makes a wet slap, my pussy gushing with every thrust. Caleb loses himself, using my body, fucking me so hard I can tell I’m going to bruise, but I don’t care. I want it to hurt. I want to feel alive. I want every reminder of this I can get.
We move together, both groaning and gasping as Caleb’s hips snap forward faster and faster, slamming into me with abandon. Finally, he leans his forehead against mine and cries out, “Jane!” just as his cock explodes in a stream of hot, sticky seed, deep inside my pussy. I shudder with another powerful climax, whimpering nonsense words as my head falls back.
We stay that way for a minute or so, just gasping in the afterglow of the most sublime experience my body has ever had.
“Fuck, Jane. I don’t know how you do what you do to me,” Caleb says softly. “But I hope it doesn’t stop. Are you okay?”
“I’m more than okay,” I whisper. “I’m perfect.”
He kisses me softly at first, then harder as he cups my face in his hands. For a moment I think we might go again soon. I’m already prepared for round two. Hell, I never want this to end.
But the moment is interrupted when Caleb’s phone goes off on the chair next to the desk. He reaches over to check it, and his face falls.
“What is it?” I ask, concerned.
“Something’s happened,” he says grimly.
Caleb
“Gorsky is being moved,” says the voice of my associate at the other end of the line, and those four words make all my senses go on high alert.
“You’re sure he’s alive?” I say next, not missing a beat as I move across the room to my laptop, renewed energy coursing through my veins as Jane watches me with wide eyes. “Where is he going? How recently?”
“Positive,” says my man. “I had eyes on the ground here. He was moved out to the desert within the hour, should still be en route. Demyan is headed their way, but he’s traveling separately. If you want to make this happen, you won’t get another shot. If Demyan has the guts to kill his own father, it’ll happen today.”
“Good work. I’ll take it from here.” With that, I end the call and look to Jane. “My boss is on the move. I need to figure out where they’re headed.”
“Oh my god,” Jane says, crawling out of bed and following me to my laptop, where I’m logging in and accessing software I’ve had set up for just this situation. “Wait, you’re not going back to another compound in the desert, are you? Caleb, you almost got killed last time!”
I feel her small, soft hand on my shoulder, and I look over to her with a sad but resolute smile. “This has to happen, Jane. It’s so much more than just doing my job, now. Demyan has us both on the chopping block. If he ends up holding all the cards in the Russian mob in Vegas, he’ll chase me down no matter where I go in the country, and he’ll probably go after you, too. I can’t risk that.”
She doesn’t look reassured by that, so I take her hand in mine and give it a soft kiss, stroking it with my thumb. “Besides, I came prepared for this.”
“What do you mean?”
I nod for her to sit down, and she does, half-draping herself over me with her arms around my shoulders, chin perched on the muscles of my left shoulder.
Her eyes follow the screen as it lights up with what might look like some kind of radar to a civilian. She stares at it in confusion for a moment, but realization dawns on her as I imagine she starts to realize she’s looking at a grid map of the city of Las Vegas and the surrounding areas in the desert.
“Caleb...what is this?”
“A game-changer,” I say proudly, and I move my map around and fiddle with a few settings until five blinking little dots appear on the screen.
“These are trackers,” I explain, pointing to the dots. “Notice how they’re moving? Most of them are headed in different directions. Just as I figured.”
“Wait, trackers? What are they tracking?” She gives her head a little shake with a flutter of her eyelashes. I don’t share my resources with many people, so it’s not surprising she’s a little taken aback.
“I had them put on cars,” I explain, my eyes following the slowly moving dots on the screen. “Cars belonging to the mafia, to be precise. See, Demyan knows I’m onto him, and he knows I’m good at my job, so he’s expecting me to have informants feeding me news about where and when he moves his dad.”
“I’m with you so far. I mean, this is insane, but I’m with you,” she says. Times like this, it almost feels like I’m training an apprentice rather than trying to explain something to a civilian. It makes my heart a little warmer.
“Now, if I was any old enforcer, I’d be tailing the first car I saw go on the move, or I’d have my informant on the phone tail one,” I go on. “So to counter that, what a lot of mobsters like Demyan will do is to have ‘dummy’ cars moving at the same time. You see five dots on the screen, all on the move? Gorsky’s in one of them, and his son’s in another. The others are just driving to random places in the city in hopes of throwing off anyone who’s following them.”
Her eyebrows are raised, but she nods. “And that’s where the fancy GPS tracking comes in.”
“Exactly,” I say with a cunning smile. “What Demyan doesn’t know is that I have this tech, and that I had his cars bugged. He thinks I can only watch him from the ground, but I can actually watch him from a satellite. The cars moved out recently, though. I can’t tell which ones are which, yet. The only way I can figure that out is by watching the screen and figuring out which two are headed in the same general direction.”
There are a few moments of silence as I watch the blinking dots on the screen, and I feel Jane’s eyes on me. I glance over at her to see her staring at me blankly. “Uh... something the matter?”
Jane opens and closes her mouth as if about to speak a few times, then bites her lip before proceeding. “Okay, don’t get me wrong, I’m really, really glad you have all this fancy tech to stay three steps ahead of the murderous, power-hungry mafia crime lords. But Caleb...you’re an enforcer.”
“And?”
“I mean, you’re an incredible enforcer, obviously, and before that you must have been an incredible soldier. I mean, this is military-grade stuff, isn’t it? That’s how you even knew how to get a hold of this tracking stuff, right?”
I nod. “I have some old friends from recon who hook me up when I need something from surplus. Helps to have a lot of people who owe you favors,” I add with a grin.
“Okay, that’s all cool, but…” She seems to struggle to find the words, almost like she’s holding something back.
“The military won’t come and arrest us, if that’s what you’re worried about,” I offer half-jokingly.
“It’s not that, Caleb,” she finally breathes. “It’s just that this doesn’t add up. You’re a veteran who’s working with the mob now, but I’ve met other veterans, and I’ve never seen any of them with the sheer skills and resources you have. Especially the resources. I get that you have friends who hook you up with this stuff, but I’m not stupid... this stuff costs money, Caleb, a lot of money.”
I sense where this is going, and I feel my heart start to sink as I keep an eye on the screen’s dots. I didn’t want to have this conversation anytime soon with Jane. Not until things had settled down. Maybe not ever.
“Hell, I cost a lot of money!” she blurts, gesturing to her body up and down. “And it sounds like the mob had no idea you were doing all this, bidding on me and setting up expensive tracking devices and driving a Jaguar everywhere and getting tailored Armani suits and and and…” She looks nervous even as she spills her heart out, afraid of confronting me about all this.
And, if I’m honest with myself, I can’t blame her. I should have known she’d catch on sooner or later. Fuck, maybe I wanted her to catch on, if I did such a bad job of hiding it.
“You want to know where the money’s coming from,” I say, and the look on her face confirms it. I flex my fists and look at them for a moment, thinking about everything I’ve done in th
e past to get where I am today...despite where I came from. “This isn’t a good time,” I say. “I’ve worked hard for everything I have. That’s all you need to know right now.”
“Bullshit,” she says, and even I raise my eyebrows at that outburst. She looks just as surprised as me that she said it, and the word hangs between us a moment before she gives her head a little shake and presses on. “No, that’s bullshit, Caleb, and you know it. I’ve gone through at least two close brushes with death with you this past week. Can’t I get an explanation for that much?”
Every instinct in my body says to clam up, to put up those old walls I’ve always had, to keep myself hidden. I’ve even gone most of this week without brooding on my past like I usually do. And as much as I don’t want to admit it, that’s mostly thanks to Jane.
I clench my jaw, then let out a breath. I’m still watching the dots, but no pattern is obvious yet. I’ve got nowhere to run from this explanation.
“You’re right, Jane,” I say in a low tone, finally. “I shouldn’t have all the money I do. I hate myself every day for it. Don’t worry, I’m not a hitman,” I say quickly, seeing the dawning horror on her face, and she relaxes, but looks puzzled.
“My father was Daniel Sabin,” I explain. I shake my head. “Shit, his name’s like poison on my tongue. He was a stock trader from a family of other stock traders, and he had a fortune to his name. A fucking mountain of money he got on Wall Street from doing nothing but sitting around a table with a bunch of other pencil-necked assholes, pressing buttons and doing some statistics until money happened. Mom died in childbirth, but from everything I heard, she was nothing but another trophy for him. He wasn’t any kinder to me. The live-in caretakers he hired were more parents to me than he ever was.”
“Caleb…” Jane says, putting a hand on my forearm. But as I watch the dots on the screen, the memories I locked away so long just keep coming out.