by Peiri Ann
He pulled his bottom lip in his mouth, turning me into a movie. His eyes revealed his enjoyment, the green in them a little darker, lids a bit lower, gaze pinned on me.
I don’t know what Janet did, and I didn’t want to ask. But I wanted to be better than she was. And if she did this without touching him, she had the jaws of a snake. Kyle was big, bigger than my mouth would allow me to intake. Though my desire to please him, to make him ripped with spams as he climaxed, had me jerking and downing him the way he liked it.
He tore his eyes from mine, head falling back as he knotted his fingers in my hair and grabbed himself. I loved it when he’d stroke his cock as I sucked him off.
Pushing my hands up his chest, I went hands free, letting him take over. I puckered and sucked, loving his groans and grunts, the jerks of his body, the tremors over his skin.
“Spirit,” he drawled. “Slow down. I don’t want to bust in your…” His jaw tightened as he released. He grunted, grabbing my wrist, slowly thrusting his hips, letting the head of his cock push just past my lips. I rolled my tongue over it, catching the last of his tang. He lifted his head. “God, Spirit. Just… Stand up.” He pulled me to my feet and turned me around. His hand pressed against my back, pushing me to bend over the bed, and his foot tapped my ankle.
“Redhead told me to spread them.”
“Bet that turned you on. I’m going to try it, see if I can get you dripping wet.”
Oh my God… I buried my face in the down comforter on his bed.
“Spread ‘em, Val.”
I breathed, stepping my feet apart from each other.
The thick, smooth, large head of his cock tapped my ass cheeks. Then he rubbed them like globes. He teased me, pressing his head between my folds, tickling my gem. It wasn’t long before he was moving over me like silk.
“You think you’re wet enough for me, Spirit?”
I grabbed the comforter tight in my hands. “Yes, Kyle,” I crooned.
His big hands pushed over my ass again. “No, not yet.” Again, his head slid over me. “Mmm, I want you wetter.” He squeezed my cheeks before smacking them.
“Ahh,” I jumped, getting more aroused. How wet could he have wanted me? “Kyle, I’m only going to beg you for this once. Please…”
He chuckled, placing two fingers under each side of my waist, lifting me. I rose onto my tiptoes, following his silent instruction. His massive head smoothly slid between my folds, rapidly massaging my pearl as he smacked my ass with his free hand.
I cried out, locking my knees to stop my trembling legs. My clit had never seen that much action in one day and Kyle wasn’t giving it a break. The head of his cock, rubbed up and down over it, forcing me into an orgasmic bliss.
“You’re almost there,” he informed with another smack that made me cum harder than I’d ever had.
“Ohh! Kyle!”
“Yes…”
I sucked in a calming breath, but I was shuddering and it was clear in my voice. “I’m dipping,” I whispered, wishing he’d fill this overpowering urge to feel him thrashing through me like a bulldozer.
“You’ve sparked my interest.” His nails scraped over my ass, up my back, and back down. I shivered as if a wintered wind blew through the room. “Beg me.”
I shook my head, unable to unscramble the syllables jumbled in my mouth.
“Do it, Spirit. Or we will stay like this all night. And I’d prefer for you to comply because my cock is so hard it could break down your walls. And getting harder by the second. Can you feel it?”
Oh God. “Yes, Kyle. Break ‘em down. Please.”
“More.” He patted his cock against my swollen lips, impatiently waiting for him to slide through them.
I clutched the sheets in my hands and arched my back. “I want you in me now, and I want it deep and hard.”
Both hands smacked down on my ass and he squeezed. “Mmm, how hard?”
I pressed my ass against his hips, wishing he’d stop teasing me, I wanted him so bad it hurt. “Kyle, I want you to rock my body. Rock it long and hard enough I forget about everything but you.”
“Look back at me, Spirit,” he said, head to my core, ready to slide in. I was ready for him to slide in. “I want to watch your face as I drive through you.”
Oh… My… God.
I lift my head and looked over my shoulder. The sight… God… the sight of Kyle behind me, bare to the bone, muscles rippled throughout his body, jaw locked, lips smooth. Then… those goddamn, cut me open, green eyes staring back at me… He hadn’t done anything and I was releasing my juices all over his swollen head resting at my entrance. I wanted him in me so badly I couldn’t take it. My legs were shaking, my insides were throbbing, and he stayed there, pressed against me, doing nothing.
“Kyle,” I started to turn away.
He grabbed my hips tight. “Don’t look away, Spirit. No matter how good it feels. Do not look away.”
Not looking away took this to an entirely different level. I nodded and he slowly, so slowly… slid in. Going deep, so deep his pelvis was pressed firmly against my ass.
“Take it, Spirit,” he soothed, rubbing his hands over my ass, up my back, clasping hold of my shoulders.
I couldn’t, it was so much, so big, so powerful. He withdrew, and slow became a factor of the past. On his next thrust, he stormed forward, causing a strike of lightning to follow his thunder. Lightning shot through my body, locking me up, ensuing orgasm after orgasm. The harder he thrust, the more intense the lightning attacked, and the harder his thunder shook me. With a hand on my ass and the other gripping my shoulder, he rocked my body, thunderstorm quaking my universe.
Craving to be closer, I leaned up, pulling his hand from my waist to squeeze my breast. My mouth parted, sighing, as he complied. Those soul claiming eyes held mine as we lifted into a wave of indulgence, heat crowding us like a desert, oxygen lacking like we’re in space as we heaved a euphoric sense of elation. I swayed against him as he stroked through me, hips pounding against my ass.
I cried, he moaned, I called for more, he gave it to me harder, I needed him deeper, and he delivered, never looking away.
I read the pleasure in his eyes, the satisfaction in their sensuous green blaring at me, breaking me open, and ordering I remain exposed to him. Submitting, I wished we could stay in that moment, in that time, frozen, locked in the rapture of one another.
“Kyle,” I said, slowing, sitting on him, taking him deep. I was lost in the moment; lost from the shots, the sex, and the sentiments of love. “I don’t want to kill you.” I leaned over him.
His hands slid over my sides to my hips. “I know, Spirit.”
“But I have to.”
He turned us over. “You’re going to try to kill me, Spirit?”
I nodded, clasping back onto his hands as he did mine.
He stroked against me, stalling my breaths from being too deep. “You love me though?”
“Yes,” I moaned. I love you so much.
He withdrew and stroked deeper. I felt his power all over me. Pushing my arms around his back, I grabbed his waist with my thighs, becoming overwhelmed. “Spirit.” He kissed me, keeping me from answering him. “Spirit.” I couldn’t answer. He kissed my neck and then my ear. “I love you, Spirit,” he whispered, taking me to another world. “I love you, Valerie Harper,” he moaned low in my ear. “I love you, Val.” I clung to him, never expecting him to say this. He leaned back and I gazed into soft green eyes. I reached for him, pushing my hand over his cheek, captivated by the sincerity in his voice. “You hear me? I love you. I swear… I’m in love with you.”
I pulled him down to kiss me, feeling his love seep out of his pores and shower me beneath him. “I love you, Kyle.”
He pulled back, shaking his head. “Wait… wait.” He retracted a little more. “And… I might have forgotten to strap up.”
I pushed him back. “Get the fuck out of here.” Total mood ruiner!
“Spirit, don’t act like you ha
ven’t played with the idea of us having a family.”
“That is not the correct follow up to have right now.” I pushed him again and he grabbed my arms, pinning them to the bed. “Stop, Kyle.”
“Stop, Spirit.” He kissed my cheek. “Admit it. You’d love to be my wife and have a family with me.”
“Shut up, Kyle, and move. We’ve been at this forever and you’re thinking about that now.” Great way to destroy the best moment of my life, Kyle.
“Yes. What if I said”—he changed the subject again—“it was cool. We could do that.”
I was quiet, taken aback. “You tell me you love me and now we’re talking about families.”
“You decided while you were sitting on top of me, riding me, feeling amazing and also looking the part, to tell me you were going to kill me. Yours is way worse than mine.”
I looked away from him. “Point.”
“Now, humor me. I doubt you’ll get a baby. Plus, don’t they make stuff for things like this; you eat it or something. Anyway, humor me.”
“Of course.”
A studious look stuck in his eyes. “And you would want to kill your husband, the father of your children.”
“Of course not.”
“So tell me your plan. Don’t play me like you did last time.” He kissed me.
I pecked his lips. “My plan is that I kill you, Nixon, and Rick. I’ll get the money and head out after. Wherever I want to go in the world. I’m changing my name to Amelia Cringle. I’m dyeing my hair a light brown. And I’ll wear those colored contacts.” I pushed him from above me.
“You’re serious?” he asked. “You’re still going to try to kill me even after I let you know I love you.”
“Yes. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to go pee so I can walk around until I find a Walgreens.”
He caught me by my leg as I crawled from the bed. “I’m not just going to let you kill me, Valerie Harper.”
“You don’t have to let me do anything.” I jerked my leg away.
He smacked my ass and I stumbled from the bed. “All right, Val. Remember when I take you out—it’s all out of love.”
I grabbed the frame of the bathroom door. “Me too, baby. Me too.” I looked away from him, going to the shower. Cutting on the water, a strong guilt sank into me. I wondered if he only told me he loved me because he thought it would change the outcome of tomorrow. I knew for sure what tomorrow would bring. I knew the decision I was making and it was one I couldn’t turn away from.
I let the water run over my head, going over my options.
“Spirit.” Kyle got in the shower, standing in front of me. He grabbed my face and brought his forehead to mine. “You always tell me to let you go. To leave you alone. And I’ve never thought about doing it. I wanted to love you sooner, but you kept me from doing so. I’ve always been in love with you. But flat out loving you is hard. You need to let you go, Val. Let you go for me. Whatever you want, whatever it is that you’re after, we can get it.”
“Kyle,”
“Val, it’s stupid I know. But I have a blind trust in you. I believe that without a shadow of a doubt you won’t stab me in my back. Just please tell me I’m right. Please tell me our time, efforts, and devotions weren’t wasted.” I turned my head, but he turned it back. “Please.”
I hugged him.
He kissed me.
I pulled away, stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and left. A pound against the shower wall made my heart sink. The world got smaller, and I was more breakable than I’ve ever been.
Valerie Harper never came back after she left. I felt like I was used. Like she only used me for sex and then skipped out on me.
Today was our final full day in Berlin and Melor had to be killed by sunset. I looked over the two guns, the one with the bullets that would go through the skull and the one with the bullets that only appeared as if they went through the skull.
I thought about my mom, how she lied. And she lied for a long time. No one in my life was honest. I couldn’t fully rely on anyone. Yet I was still looking out for everyone. I should’ve said fuck everybody and only been worried about Kyle.
Why didn’t I…?
I called my mom again. I’d been calling her since I woke up this morning.
“Hello,” her nurse, Kimberly, answered.
“Hello, this is Kyle Shultz. Can I speak with my mother, Arleen Shultz? Is she talking?”
“Oh, Kyle.” Her voice turned sorrowful. “We’ve been trying to reach you. Mrs. Shultz passed early this morning.”
I fell back against the headboard. “Are you sure?” I stuttered.
It couldn’t be.
Someone is lying, playing a sick joke. My hands heated, followed by my face.
“I’m sorry, Kyle. She was happy and talking just before. She went peacefully. She was happy she had heard from you yesterday. Talking to you made her smile. She talked about you and Anna all night. She knew it was coming. She said if you called, tell you not to give up on Valerie Harper and she was sorry. I asked her for what, but she said being in Berlin long enough, you would find out.”
I was speechless, trying to keep the burn in my throat down as a heavy sorrow took me over. A thick fog of desolation sank into my hotel room. My sight went black and my hearing faded, as I got dizzy. Briefly, I felt like I needed to barf before everything came rushing back to me, reviving me from a temporary death I’d just experienced.
“Kyle,” Kimberly was muffled, before she came through clearer. “Kyle.”
I gathered myself to say, “Okay, thank you.” I hung up.
I texted Rick, knowing Val would be with him.
Me: Rick, you with Val?
Rick (Val): Hey Kyle. It’s me.
Me: Can you come by. I just got word my mom passed.
She didn’t respond.
I felt empty, drained, like an empty jar sealed tight, holding in all the air, depriving me of all the oxygen. And when I was cracked open, I’d make the hissing sound, releasing all the compressed air, all the nothing… but stale carbon monoxide.
Val rushed through the door, running to me.
She hugged me tight and I held onto her as if she was the only person I had in the world. And that’s kind of how I felt. “I thought you weren’t going to come,” I told her and kissed whatever part of her body was at my lips.
“Of course I was coming, Kyle,” she said, rubbing my back.
I buried my face in her neck and tried to restrain from crying.
It hurt, my mom’s death. It really fucking hurt.
Spirit rubbed my neck and said I should let it out, so I did. I cried into her chest and she consoled me with soft words and a comforting touch, soothing my grief by being here for me when I needed her the most.
Spirit stroked my hair as I lay on her. I said, “Thanks for staying a while longer.”
“Stop thanking me, Kyle. I want to be here.”
“Val, tell me you love me.”
“Kyle, I love you.” She rubbed my shoulder.
“I love you too.” And shit, did I mean it.
She squeezed my shoulder. “Don’t do this right now, Kyle.”
I sat up. “Right, you have a job to do. I don’t want to make you soft and sensitive before you need to do it.”
She sat up on her knees and leaned toward me. A soft kiss she gave me and gazed into my eyes. “You okay?”
I let us gaze for a sliver of a second before shifting my stare to the empty table. “I’ll be fine. I gotta go too.”
“You want me to sit with you a bit longer?”
“No. I’m sure I held you up long enough. Go.”
“You don’t need to push me away, Kyle.”
I moved from the bed and she came with me. “I’m not the one doing the pushing, Val.”
“I don’t mind staying, but it seems like you don’t want me to. So I guess I’ll go then.”
“I guess you will.”
She kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.
”
I hugged her. “I know.” You’ll see me later to kill me.
Putting my distress on the back burner, and forcing a stable look on my face, I headed out for this assignment.
Nixon blew a horn, letting me know he got a car. I headed for the door to the car garage of the hotel, he pulled out, and I got in the passenger seat.
“Wassup? Heard you had a good night.”
“Mind your business,” I said hard, not in the mood for Nixon’s shit.
“Valerie Harper, I take it.”
“Mind your business.”
“Don’t ditch me tonight, Kyle.” I didn’t ask him about last night. But apparently he didn’t get the drivers of the truck and Purcell couldn’t get what it was loaded with. Purcell was up to something, anyway. Besides making them think I killed my father, I didn’t want to have anything to do with them.
“Just drive the car. Don’t talk.”
“You talk to Mom?”
“Yes.” I didn’t feel like telling him the truth. I didn’t want to talk about it and I knew he didn’t have an ounce of respect for my mother when he walked into her house and threatened my life. He was going to die tonight anyway. Maybe the both of us were because I didn’t believe Purcell had anything grand for us at the nightclub we were going to.
“Check the car into valet,” I told him when we arrived. “I’m going to head in. Text me if you come across anything. Watch your back. Melor is supposed to be on the upper floor.”
“Got it.”
I walked up to the line and was waved forward by a young woman with a list. “No wait,” she said, accent heavy. She stretched out her arm, directing me to the door.
The nightclub was cold and mellow. Moderately crowded, and the music was… uh… odd. Maybe because it was in a different language. The beat was okay, but no…
Lights were low; most of it came from the dance floor. It was lit up and the squares the people danced on shone a little brighter. The lounge, tables and bar crowded most of the large nightclub. The dance floor was quite small.
I headed to the staircase in the middle of the floor. If I cared about being seen, they would be a problem. The steps of the stairs lit up as I climbed them, and the railing was made of glass, the light illuminated it.