by Rosie L
“My god,” he said, looking at her. Her long, dark hair was loose and cascaded down her back; she wore the red Basque, black stockings, and the red shoes. She felt incredibly sexy as she approached him, and her heart was thumping uncontrollably. She inhaled him as he approached her, his scent drove her wild, and she immediately began undoing the buttons on his shirt, her hands trembling with excitement as she felt his hands clasped at her waist.
“Sarah you are so beautiful,” he whispered. He ran his hands across the Basque, it was so sexy, and her breasts heaved out of it. He swooped her hair back behind her shoulders, kissed her neck, and then moved to her mouth. Sarah whimpered, as he pulled her against him. Releasing her, his fingers pulled at the ribbon on the front of the Basque, slowly undoing it enough for her breasts to fall out. He cupped one in each hand and caressed them, rubbing the nub of her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Sarah gazed at him, her heart pounded as she stared at his strong muscular frame, and she licked her lips teasingly, as her fingers brushed his erected nipples.
His hand slipped down.
“No knickers?” he said, lifting an eyebrow, and she shook her head, feeling even more naughty, and gasping as his finger slipped inside her. She opened her legs wider as she felt two, three, fingers exploring her. He pushed them in and out hard, his thumb stroking her pussy, his mouth sucking her at nipple. She grasped at his hair, and thrust her hips as she urged his fingers in further. In response, he pushed them in and out more forcefully, feeling her wetness flow through his fingers.
Her lips then met his, and as her tongue explored his mouth, her hands moved to his jeans, and she fumbled to undo them; he gave a little moan as she took hold of his cock. Slowly she ran her hand up and down as she caressed him and he took a heavy breath, heightening her excitement. Breaking from their kiss, his eyes gazed upon the fullness of her breasts, her slim waist, and the stockings covering her long toned legs. His hands cupped her breasts, and his mouth moved back to her hardened nub; she grabbed the back of his head and forced him against her. As he sucked hard, tiny gasps escaped her throat, it hurt, but at the same time, it sent quivers through her stomach and down to her clit. His mouth moved down to her stomach, his kisses trailing across her body as he bit and nipped at her flesh. Kneeling down Rick ran his hands over her killer heels, around her ankles, up her calves to her inner thighs, feeling the soft silkiness of her black stockings. He pushed her legs open wider, and she grasped at his hair, her eyes widening as his tongue licked her, sucked at her clit, and lapped up her wetness.
Her eyes rolled, she was so close, but she did not want to come now, she wanted to sit on him and feel his hardness inside of her. She pulled his head up and then knelt down, her mouth finding his she kissed him. Tasting her own juices on his tongue, she licked her lips and then moved down him, licking and biting his nipples. She pushed him forcefully onto his back, her mouth found his large, solid cock, and she sucked him, he was wet, and he tasted so good, she sucked harder desperately wanting more. He moaned, grabbed her head, and guided her as she ran the length of her tongue up and down, sucking, and circling the tip teasingly with her tongue. Her emerald eyes lifted to his, her pussy throbbing desperate to feel him inside her. He smiled and took his trousers and pants off.
Straddling across him, she moved on top. She kissed and caressed his body, licked his cock, sucked his balls, teasing him with the tip of her tongue. He grabbed her bottom, and urged her along his body until she straddled his face. His eyes gazed up at her pussy, she was oozing, he lifted his hands around her bottom and pulled her to him, his mouth clasping around her soft juicy folds.
“Fuck Rick,” she cried as he licked her, his tongue flicking in and out of her folds, tasting her, caressing her. She looked down at him and he moved his head back slightly so she could see his tongue going in and out.
“Rick, no, oh god no,” she moaned. Her hands grabbed at her own breasts as her clit throbbed with delight, her thighs tightening against his head, the heels of her stilettoes digging into his shoulders.
“Rick,” she gasped, as her eyes rolled and her gasps turned into moans as her orgasm deepened and she came. Rick grabbed her thighs forcefully, his mouth smothering her pussy as he drank her. Sarah screamed like a wildcat. The orgasm was so intense that her muscles just give away, and she fell forwards. Rick grabbed her and pulled her down onto him, his eyes sparkling at her, his mouth sucking her, biting at her nipples. Feeling between her buttocks, he pulled her legs open across his stomach, and his fingers rubbed the length between her anus and her clit, back and forth slowly until her body trembled even more.
“Fuck, Rick, what the …” she cried, she was in heaven she had to be. He reached inside her pussy, three, four fingers, and she writhed up and down on him as his fingers fucked her, her nipple taunt in his mouth as he sucked. She pulled at his hair; the feeling was incredible, like one long, long incredible orgasm. He withdrew his soaking wet fingers, and dragged them slowly between her buttocks, and Sarah’s body trembled as they ran up her back. Without warning he spun her over, her eyes were wide as she gazed at him, she took his hand, and placed his wet fingers in her mouth, sucking them tantalisingly.
“Fuck Sarah,” he said, his cock throbbing urgently, but he wanted to play.
“Sit up,” he said. She sat up and lent against the wall of the old shelter.
“Open your legs,” he demanded. Sarah pulled her knees up and spread her legs open; she was enjoying this immensely. “Touch yourself for me,” he asked in a whisper. Sarah was happy to oblige, if there was one thing she knew how to do well, it was pleasuring herself, she had years of practice. Pushing her hair back behind her shoulders, she ran her hands slowly across her breasts, cupped them, pushed them together, and lifted them to her mouth, licking her nipples. Rick stared, he was so fucking turned on he could not move. She pushed her breasts apart, slowly lowering her hands down to her pussy. Opening her legs wider, she pushed her fingers in and out; her eyes remaining on him, she licked her lips seductively. Her clit was throbbing and tingling in pleasure, her own juices flowing over her moist, wet fingers. Rick was beside himself, his hand stroking his cock as he watched her.
“Stop,” he said. She pulled her fingers out and watched as he approached her. Rick stood in front of her, his hand still on his cock he waited until she had pulled herself to her knees and opened her mouth. Sarah took his length, and as his cock hit the back of her throat repeatedly, she could feel herself coming again, he tasted delicious, and the fact that he was guiding his own cock in and out of her mouth drove her crazy. He stepped back from her.
“Stand up and lean over, I want you from behind,” he ordered. He helped her up, and spinning her around, she leant against the wood of the shelter, he dropped to his knees. His hands touched the heels of her stilettoes, and he ran them up the back of her calves, feeling the silkiness of the sheer stockings. He stroked the inside her inner thighs, and then, forcing her legs apart he moved underneath her. He licked her, she was so wet, so sweet, and although his cock throbbed urgently, he wanted to pleasure her as long as he could. He lapped her up, moving his tongue inside her, back and forth across her clit and then up between her buttocks, teasing her. Sarah gave little gasps of delight, she was going to come again she was sure. He stood up, his fingers slipped inside her and he rubbed her firmly before opening her wider. She cried out as he shoved his cock inside her pussy, his hands reaching around the front of her, he poked his fingers up her, feeling his cock going in and out of her, and teasing the front of her folds.
“You fuck,” she screamed at him, the sensation was unreal she was going to come again. He grabbed her breasts.
“Bitch, you want it hard?” he growled in her ear.
“Yes,” she gasped back, screaming as he thrust hard against her.
“Tell me Sarah,” he said, biting at her neck. “Tell me please.”
“Fuck me hard Rick, please, oh god Rick please,” she begged. Rick’s hands moved onto her tiny wais
t as he banged into her. It was amazing and he was somewhere he had never been before, sheer and utter fucking heaven, he felt as if he was on drugs, his head spun, and his dick throbbed with urgency. It was like a torrent of ecstasy entering her body as he came, the sensation was so overwhelming that, as she came again, it made her cry.
“Sarah,” he moaned, as spent, he fell against her. Sweat poured from his brow, and his heart pounded like it had never done before. Sweeping her hair aside, he kissed her shoulder and nuzzled into her neck. Sarah was so overwhelmed, sex with him it was incredible, no it was more than that, it was amazing, wonderful - there was no one word. He spun her around, and his hand caressed her breast, as he kissed her, lovingly.
“Rick, that was amazing,” she whispered, nibbling his ear as he held her.
“Sarah,” he gasped, his legs still feeling wobbly, as he kissed her face all over. “You are the most, sexiest woman on the planet, do you know that,” he said, he desperately wanted to tell her he loved her. She giggled and then trembled as his fingers ran across her breast, down her stomach and then slipped between her wet thighs. Rick could feel her oozing with cum, it was so sexy, and creamy between his fingers.
“Jesus, Sarah I want to do it again,” he whispered, his fingers slipping in and out of her.
“Oh god Rick, me too,” she said, swallowing as she leaned into his chest and inhaled him. He pulled his fingers out, he could not he had to tell her first.
“Rick?” she asked.
“We should wait,” he whispered.
“Okay,” she agreed, “Where next then?” she asked, not wanting to have to wait too long. Releasing her, he smiled.
“Mmm, we will have to have a think, let’s get dressed, it’s a little chilly,” he suggested feeling her shiver. “I have some marshmallows we can toast.”
“Yum,” she laughed, as she slipped back around the shack and gathered her clothes. She cleaned herself down with some feminine wipes and then got dressed.
Chapter Five
He peered through the bushes, watching as they had sex, he could have took them both out now, but he was having more pleasure watching. For a moment, he had been tempted to interrupt them, and finish her off for himself, step-daughter or not he didn’t care, but he did not trust Rick, not for a second. He may have grown up away from him, but he knew he had studied martial arts, he knew he could use a gun. He switched on the radio and tapped three times before switching it off.
They cuddle up by the fire and finding a couple of suitable sticks, he wedged the marshmallows on, and they both sat toasting them.
As Rick pondered on how to tell her, his eyes lifted to the trees, his senses picking something up. No one could be here, no one knew this shack, then he swallowed, except…
“Shit,” he whispered.
“What?” she asked looking at him.
“Nothing,” he said, loudly. “I just remembered I have some chocolate for dipping in my rucksack. He leant over and grabbed his pack, as his eyes searched the darkness. He counted six.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He was going to tell her, tonight, tell her everything. Now it was too late. He reached inside and pulled out a gun, which he stuck in the back of his jeans. Delving in again, he pulled out another one. “Sarah love, there is something I have to tell you, but I am not sure we are going to have enough time.”
“What is it Rick?” she asked, a little worried by his tone.
“Well, I am a property developer, but I also used to do something else. I have stopped though I promise I got out…..” He hesitated. The men were moving closer.
“Used to be what, got out of what?” she asked worried, was he a drug dealer or something?
“I got out when you and I became the target.” Her face froze.
“Target?” she asked, slowly not sure what he meant.
“Sarah, I had no idea it was him, I promise, I work in secret, I never meet my clients, no one knows who I am. I took jobs for him, and then whilst looking into the murder of my parents I discovered - it was him.”
“Who, what are you talking about?” she turned on her knees to him, her heart trembling fearfully. Please dear god, she was thinking, please do not let him have killed my sister, do not let me have been wrong about him she could not bear it.
“Your step-father wants you dead. Sarah, Zeb is my step-father too, he killed my parents, and he killed your parents. I am sorry Sarah but I was an assassin.” She stared at him, but before she had a chance to answer, he lifted his gun and shot into the trees six times. She screamed, as she pulled her hands to her ears.
“Get up,” he yelled at her, as he grabbed his pack. Sarah shook; she did not know what to do. An assassin was this for real. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. Gunfire erupted from the trees and she screamed. As he ran, he shielded her in front of him, firing his gun back into the trees. She screamed again as they jumped over a dead body.
“You shot him, you fucking shot him!” she cried hysterically.
“Shut up Sarah, and run or we are dead,” he ordered forcefully. A man stepped out in front of them, he pushed Sarah to the ground; she had never seen someone move so fast. Rick spun around and kicked the gun from the man’s hand. His right hand came up sharp and caught the man in the throat, he choked, his hands pulling to his throat. Calmly Rick stepped up to him, and garrotting him around the throat, he snapped his neck and dropped his body to the ground. Sarah stared in both horror and awe of him. Reaching down he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.
“Sarah, we must run,” he said. Her eyes stared at him in terror, who was he, who was the man she had fallen in love with, was he the man who had killed her sister?
Walking up to the dead man, Zeb looked down at him, and then into the trees. He frowned. That was no martial arts expert, he thought, that was a trained killer.
He walked over to the bodies, each one, killed by a perfect shot.
“Damn it,” he cursed as he thought. Now he knew why his assassin had not fulfilled his contract, why he had not killed his step-son and his step-daughters. Richard Hemmingway was the assassin. Gathering the bodies together, he piled them on top of each other, and opening his pack, he pulled out a can and poured it over them.
“Sorry guys,” he said, striking a match and chucking at them. The bodies ignited. He turned and walked away, leaving them burning. He would not get far; he lifted his walkie-talkie to his mouth.
***
Rick dragged her furiously through the trees; he knew where he was going. He could hear her sobbing, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. He was in assassin mode; his only focus was on getting them to safety. He pulled her down into a rocky ditch, pushed a stone to one side, and pressed a button. One of the larger rocks drew back.
“What the fuck is that,” she sobbed.
“Somewhere safe,” he said, pulling her into the dark hole. Sarah shook she was so scared. She was sure he was not going to harm her, why would he. He could have done that ages ago, but what was he going to do? The rock moved back over the hole and for a second they were plunged into darkness.
Rick hit the switch and the room flooded with light. Sarah’s eyes were wide as she looked around; it was like a bunker of some kind. There was a desk, a computer; in fact, there were quite a few computers, a TV, a sofa, a bed. Rick let go of her hand and switched the computers on, bashing into the keyboard she watched the various screens, images of the woods appeared on them, they were security cameras, filming the entire area around them.
“This is my ‘office’,” he said, giving her a light smile.
“Well I did not think it was your man cave,” she bit back.
“Sarah,” he said, as he walked towards her. She backed away against the wall.
“Rick, please don’t come near me,” she begged. He stopped, and sighed.
“I am not going to hurt you Sarah,” he assured her.
“You killed that man with your hands,” she murmured.
“I know, but h
e would have killed us Sarah. Will you let me tell you what is going on?” he asked, his dark eyes begging her. She trembled as he looked at her. Adrenaline coursed through her body, she was both scared and excited, and despite what he had done, she still wanted him so much. She nodded and he smiled. Holding his hand out, he offered her a seat.
“I’ll get us a drink,” he said, walking to another door and opening it. As he switched on the light, she saw a small kitchen area. He grabbed a bottle of southern comfort and poured it neat into a couple of glasses.
“Here, I thought you might like something a bit stronger than coffee.”
“Thanks,” she replied, taking it from him. He pulled the gun out from the back of his trousers, and she flinched back.
“Relax, it is okay,” he assured again, putting it onto a table. Sarah gulped back her drink. He pulled out his phone and dialled.
“Mary,” he said as she answered the phone. “He’s here, he tried to kill us; you and Fred must get out of the house now. Now Mary, I mean it. I am okay, Sarah’s okay. I want you gone, go to Sunnydale and I will call you when it is safe to return. No Mary, now.” He hung up. He looked at her.
“Mary is my nanny,” he said, giving a shrug. “She brought me up when my parents died. The manor house is mine it’s all mine, the land the beach, the boat, the pub - everything.”
“What about the kids coming tomorrow?” she asked. He shook his head.
“Sarah, there are no kids coming tomorrow. I made it up to get you to come with me. I do have groups here, but not this summer.”
“Oh,” she said, her eyes looking down. He sat down beside her.
“Okay look, for ten years I have been working on and off as an assassin,” he started, watching her face for her reaction, but she looked at him straight faced. “I worked anonymously, no one knew who I was, and I did not know who my clients were. Two months ago, I received a contract from someone I had done work for before. I collected my instructions at the drop as usual and brought it back here.” He stood up and walked to a filing cabinet. He opened it, pulled out a folder, and brought it over to her. He gave it to her. “This is what I was given.” Sarah opened it up; she pursed her lips and then looked at him.