by Liz Thomas
But as he glanced back at deputy Sparks, he saw that his face had taken on a sterner look as he gazed over Kips shoulder, and then he saw him move. Reach for his gun to be more specific.
Kip turned around to look at what caught Spark’s eye. The hobo was there. Walking out of the men’s room and lifting his arm toward them. In his hand he held what appeared at first glance to be an Uzi, or some kind of small fully automatic weapon. Kip’s first reaction was to grab Annie by the neck and throw her to the ground. She fell with a look of outrage on her face, which pained Kip to see, but not as much as it would have pained him to see her shot and bleeding.
Then the gunfire erupted. The mall exploded with screams and automatic weapons fire, and people everywhere scattered for cover. Storefront signs shattered and glass flew over crouched heads. Kiosks blew apart in splinters of wood and showered people on the ground who had taken cover behind them. Kip dove to the concrete floor and as he did he turned to see deputy Sparks, his service weapon fully extended but not yet fired, take a hit in the leg. He buckled and fell to the ground behind the fountain. Annie was curled in the fetus position against an atrium block wall. Kip landed not far from her as the bullets flew over his head.
Kip knew this was not going to be resolved without a weapon, and the only one in sight was in Sparks hand as he writhed on the floor about 30 yards from him. Again, without fully thinking it through, Kip combat crawled toward Sparks, in the opposite direction from hobo assassin. He knew he had a few seconds before being fully exposed, since the atrium was providing cover as long as he stayed low. But he did not know if the hobo had moved since he began his attack.
In seconds Kip was crawling through the fountain. He heard gunfire again and sensed more than saw, the water being splattered above his head. Then between the screams of the mall goers he could hear the assassin’s feet slapping against the floor. He was on the move. It would only take seconds before he had a clear shot on Annie. He started to roll, thinking he could cover more ground toward Sparks since he was slipping on the slick floor of the fountain.
As he rolled toward him, he caught a quick glimpse of Sparks trying to get his attention. Then he saw the nine millimeter flying through the air. Spark’s had tossed it to him. Kip judged the arc of the weapon through the splattering water fountain and determined he had to roll one more time in order to catch it. Kip stopped his ridiculous roll just as the weapon fell into his outstretched hand, and he swung it around and squeezed the trigger as he sighted in the on the hobo assassin in what he knew was a half assed aim, water splashing into his eyes and face.
The hobo had just leaped over the atrium wall and landed at Annie’s feet. He was about to bring his weapon up to fire when his head jerked back and his knees buckled. The man fell into a crumpled hulk at Annie’s feet, Kip’s bullet still hot and embedded in his brain.
Kip stared at the motionless mass to make sure he saw no movement. When he was certain that the shooter was dead, he rolled from under the fountain’s bath and made his way to his feet.
I love this shit! No! That’s the adrenaline working on me!
Kip lowered Sparks mine millimeter and tried to relax. The feeling brought him back to Kandahar. That combat high that all veterans get and has been so richly described in the writings of the world war two heroes since the forties. But Kip did not want to love this shit anymore. And he was mad at himself for thinking he might. He dropped the gun and clenched his fists. Then he realized that Sparks had limped up beside him and picked up the weapon.
“Amazing shot!” Sparks said. “I could not have made it.”
Kip did not answer him or respond in any way. He was wrestling with his demons. And his palms bled around his embedded nails.
Sparks was hunched and kept his hand on his bleeding leg. “Buddy? Hey, you Okay?”
Kip would not respond.
Then Annie was there. She had shuffled up in tears, seeing that Kip was clearly traumatized by what had just happened.
“Stay with him while I call this in,” Sparks said to her.
He didn’t have to call it in. Sirens were already heard even inside the mall, even though it was not in chaos. People were screaming and crying. And a fair number of witnesses had gathered around Kip, who would not respond to anything Annie did to get his attention.
Within minutes, paramedics were there and trying to coax Kip in to a sitting position. Finally, after Annie begged him to focus, he sat, and they took his vitals. Cops were swarming the mall, clearing it, making sure it was safe. Interviews were being conducted. Everyone who had witnessed it had said that Kip was a hero. The shooter was dead, and no one except deputy Sparks had been hit by a bullet except him.
Finally, Kip was convinced to get to his feet and he found himself walking toward the ambulance that was waiting outside. That is when he finally came back to the mall. Annie, who was watching his face intently as he walked, saw the light go back on and his eyes cleared. He looked around, finally setting his eyes upon her.
“Kip, it’s okay. You don’t have to feel bad. He was going to kill me,” she said.
Kip focused on her and then began to move his lips. “I know,” he said. “I don’t feel bad at all.”
Annie’s usual glow dimmed and she looked confused. “Then what is the matter with you?” she asked.
Kip shook his head. “I was back in combat,” he said.
“And I loved it.”
Kip and Annie reached the ambulance and found deputy sparks there in the back, his leg bandaged and an IV in his arm. He also had an oxygen mask on his face. When Sparks saw Kip and Annie approach he sat up and pulled the plastic face mask off, exposing a huge grin.
“That was some unbelievable shit, Mr. Jones!” he said.
Annie shook her head, trying to make him understand that Kip was struggling with what had happened.
The deputy ignored it and turned his attention back to Kip. “You’re a real fucking John Wayne!”
Kip just nodded at him.
Annie shook her head again at Sparks. “Deputy Sparks, please. This is not the time.”
Sparks shrugged her off. “Shit darlin’, there is no better time to tell this guy thanks for saving all of our lives.”
Kip smiled. “You called me Mr. Jones. “So you do know who I am.”
Sparks grinned. “Haven’t a fucking clue. The lieutenant just told me your name. All I know is, you saved my fucking life. And yours,” he nodded toward Annie. “Hell, everybody’s.”
Then several officers approached Kip as he stood at the back of the ambulance, all of them wanting to shake his hand. Even men came up to him when they could break through the police line, and thanked him for saving the lives of their family.
Kip was back fully, then. And he exuded his normal charm and cockiness. He hated that he loved the feel of the gun back in his hand. And he loved it all the same. But he loved being a rocker more and wouldn’t have met Annie if he wasn’t one.
After three interviews with media and more with the police, the excitement started to die down. Kip and Annie were once again offered a ride back to his hotel. Kip asked that the bags of clothes, shoes and jewelry be gathered and he accepted. But before there were escorted to the police car, the same lieutenant that pulled Annie aside earlier had approached her again. This time he did not take her from Kip’s side. He asked her a point blank question directly in front of Kip.
“Looks like we are on for the sting operation for tomorrow. Are you sure you are still willing to go through with it?” he asked.
Annie looked at Kip, who raised his eyebrows at her. She looked back at the lieutenant.
“Absofuckinglutely!” she said.
Chapter Four
Kip and Annie made it back to the hotel without any further incident. Kip found himself sore from the day’s activities. He had been out of the Marines for too long, it seemed. On the way back in the squad car, when he first noticed the soreness in his muscles after the adrenaline had finally fully subsided,
he resolved to get more exercise. He looked over at Annie’s breasts sitting high upon her chest and knew he would begin his new exercise regimen just as soon as he got back to the hotel room.
“Inside Of You” By Hoobastank
Kip had to admit that this position was more of a workout for Annie than it was for him. He stood behind her and penetrated her repeatedly while he watched her use all of her considerable strength to keep herself balanced on the kitchenette counter. Her ass was at perfect altitude, giving Kip unparalleled access to her deliciously pink pussy.
I absolutely like pink, Kip remembered this mornings’ conversation.
Annie reached back and gripped her ass, spreading it wider as Kip plowed his manhood into her. Although the action at the apartment and the mall had left Kip questioning his strength, Annie knew that there was nothing wrong with his stamina. She put all of her weight onto her elbows and forehead as she used them to prop her up on the counter. Each thrust Kip threw into her caused her to slide a little further across the slick surface.
Despite not being able to take his eyes from her glistening pussy being violated by his fleshy spear, he could tell she was getting tired in that position, so he pulled out of her, leaving a string of his pre-cum to fall upon the marble surface, and let her adjust. She flipped over quickly on the counter, expertly dodging the faucet and she spread her legs around each side of him. Leaning back on her opposite elbow, she reached down and spread her smooth lips with her fingers and invited Kip inside.
He eagerly entered with a powerful thrust, and she threw her head back in ecstasy, enjoying every inch. Kip reached up and pinched her rock hard nubs sticking straight up on her tits, and she felt the pleasure and pain all the way down to her thighs. She grunted slightly, which only served to stiffen Kip’s resolve to bring her over the edge.
“What can I do to bring you off?” Kip asked with a voice full of breath.
Annie took a moment to answer, staring him in the face while she enjoyed the sensation of being pinched and penetrated at the same time.
“I really like what you’re doing now,” Annie said quietly.
Kip grinned. “You mean more of this?” and he plunged his cock into her with extra passion.
“Oh,” Annie cried and threw her head back again.
“Or do you mean more of this?” Kip asked again, and he pinched her nipple harder.
Again, Annie moaned with pleasure. “Oh, so help me God, I like them both!” Annie cried, biting her bottom lip.
I think she likes to hurt a little.
Kip lifted one of her legs and slapped her ass with his open hand, leaving a red handprint instantly across her pink soft flesh. Annie closed her eyes, and tears made her long lashes wet. She made no complaint, which Kip took to mean that he had crossed no line. He slapped her again.
“Oh God, Kip!” was all she could say, and Kip grinned at the pleasure he was causing her.
“Have you ever been spanked like this before?” Kip asked her in between exerting breaths.
“No, baby,” Annie answered without opening her eyes. “I have never even been screwed like this before either!”
I’m a sex god!
Kip grinned wider. His ego suddenly inflated more than its usual level. He slapped her ass again, and watched as Annie clenched her legs together and gush at the action.
This position was good, as he could watch as she fingered her own swollen clit while he repeatedly penetrated her, but he wanted to continue with his spanking, and needed better access. So Kip pulled out of her and, grabbing her hand, pulled her to an upright position. He walked around the counter to the coffee table, dragging her with him. They both kicked through their discarded clothes that littered the floor.
When he reached the table he forcefully pulled her over it face first, where she sprawled on her belly, her legs hanging over the edge. Kip kneeled behind her and slapped her ass again before he parted her glowing red ass with his fingers and entered her pussy from behind.
Annie gripped the coffee table with both hands and grunted every time Kip’s hand made divine contact with her flesh. Soon a rhythm developed. Fuck, slap, fuck, slap, etc.
Being spanked was new to Annie. Stewart was never a good lover and certainly not creative in the bedroom, or anyone else. She was always left wanting after anything that could be described as a sexual encounter with him. But she had never realized how wanting, until her first fuck-a-thon with Kip. And, now, after this third time of taking advantage of each other’s bodies, Annie new there was so much she was missing. And she knew Kip was the one who could take her to new sexual heights. She resolved to let him do anything he wanted to do to her body. She would be his willing nave.
Annie’s knuckles were white as she gripped the table. Her eyes watered from the pain Kip was inflicting on her ass. But it was pleasurable pain. She could feel her juices flowing and knew that she was about to cum. And cum big. The anticipation of it was about to put her over the edge.
Kip saw it coming, too, and proceeded to fuck her harder. He was in complete control of her ecstasy. It was ironic to Kip that just two days ago she refused to let him even get close. Now she was putty in his hands, so to speak. He slapped her ass again and heard her whimper, but she did nothing to stop him.
The light was low in the room but there was a glow from the small kitchenette halogens and the lights of the city outside filtered in. Kip could see Annie’s ass glowing red with handprints. The view only served to motivate his rhythm. He pushed hard into her and penetrated as deep as he possibly could, hearing the desirable moan emit from Annie’s luscious mouth. Then her hips began to slap against the polished wooden table, increasing to an out of control pace. Kip knew she was on the edge, and he slapped her ass one more time.
Annie broke out in a violent orgasm. She gripped the edge of the table so hard that Kip could hear the wood crack under stress. Her ass pushed up and down into his belly as he experienced wave after wave of intense euphoria.
Kip was a taker, but he was also a pleaser. At the sight of Annie cumming, he lost control himself, and pulled his tool from her in time to coat her ass and back with torrents of creamy elixir.
They both rocked and grunted against each other in drawn out passion, until the strain was overwhelming for them. Then Kip collapsed onto her back, sliding off and to the floor, his chest and belly coated now in his own cum.
After the events of the day Kip was exhausted. He hadn’t been as active since his days in the Marine Corps or since his recovery regimen right after. This was a great work out. And he was glad that Annie had the stamina to keep up with him. She was a real fine, baggage and all. He decided that he intended to keep her for not only sex but as his lover.
“Your Guardian Angel” By Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
“Annie?” Kip called from the floor. Annie was still motionless face down upon the coffee table.
“Yes?” she answered, he mouth muffled by the wood table top and her hand.
“If I get you a wet towel for your back, will you stay with me?” Kip asked.
“Do you mean stay with you tonight? You know I have nowhere else to go,” Annie said very relaxed.
“No. I mean stay with me. Like, live with me. Forever.”
Annie was silent for a few long moments, and Kip thought maybe he had shocked her with his question.
Then, she cleared her throat. “I guess it depends,” She finally said.
“It does?” Kip asked. “On what?
“Is every day with you going to be like today?” Annie still hadn’t moved and Kip could not see her face to know whether she was joking or not.
“Well, Annie, it may be this way for a while until I’ve eliminated the entire bad crowd you’ve been hanging around with,” Kip said as seriously as he could.
Annie chuckled into her hand.
“Seriously though, Annie,” Kip said. “I don’t want that kind of life even less than you do. I have had my fill of violence and killing. You can take that to the
bank. Besides, after tomorrow, when you pull off the sting on your ex, problem solved, right?”
“Yes, problem solved,” Annie said hesitantly.
“Annie, are you having second thoughts about tomorrow?”
“No! I mean, no, not really. Just nervous I guess,” Annie answered.
Kip sat up and climbed to his feet. He went to the kitchen and ran a hand towel under the faucet, Hot water soaking in. Then he wiped his chest and belly as he returned to Annie. He found her sitting up then and pulling her long locks over her shoulder, to keep it from dropping onto her back. He handed her the towel.
“Annie, honestly, you don’t have anything to worry about,” Kip assured her. “You’ll be surrounded by police. At any sign of trouble, they will intervene.”
“I know. It’s just something I have never done before. Never even thought I would do before. I am not used to this shoot ‘em up life like you Kip.”
“Yeah, I know,” Kip said as he watched Annie wipe herself clean with the hot towel. “Believe me, I wish I wasn’t used to it either.”
Annie was silent for a moment as she finished wiping Kip’s offering from her glowing skin. She shifted slightly on the table, indicating to Kip that her ass was as sore as it looked like it should be. “Kip, I’d feel a lot better if you were there.”
I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Annie, Kip was about to say, but instead he said, “So, if I am there, you’ll agree to live with me? On a permanent basis?” He grinned.
Annie smiled back at him. “You already gave me the towel,” she said. “I thought that deal was already sealed.”
“Actually, you never answered me,” Kip said. “But I’ll accept the terms.”
Annie looked relieved, until she shifted on the table again and a look of pain crossed her face momentarily.
“Sorry about that,” Kip said.
“Oh, I’m not!” Annie replied.