The HiT Series

by Margaret McHeyzer

  I eventually get the condom on and am in between her gorgeous, long legs within seconds. I start savagely kissing Anna, unable to get enough. One hand goes straight down to her core, and fuck–she’s so wet! I slide two fingers into her cunt and curl them up, stroking inside her moist pussy. My thumb gently teases her clit, and as I move my fingers in and out of Anna her arousal coats me.

  She breaks away from my invasion of her mouth and lets out an angry moan, “I want your cock Ben, not your fingers.”

  Whoa, I love it when she talks like that. My head spins and I’m more than happy to oblige.

  I position myself at her very wet entrance and plunge into her, letting out a deep groan while Anna sucks in a breath. I pull out of her and do it again and again. Every time I do, she digs her nails further into my back.

  “Tighten your muscles, Baby,” I say as I still my movements and leave my cock in her.

  Fuck, she tightens and it feels like she’s milking me.

  “Keep that gorgeous pussy nice and tight as I move,” I whisper.

  Slowly, I move my hips back as Anna’s muscles tighten around my cock. When I go back in, she relaxes until I move back out, where she clenches and her beautiful cunt pulsates on my cock.

  Fuck, I can see her concentrating as she squeezes me. She worries her bottom lip between her teeth and contracts around me, from the base, all the way to the head of my cock.

  God, I’m so close to coming. Her little pussy is working so hard, and when she grips I can feel it all the way through to my balls. I don’t think I’m going to last.

  I move her legs so they’re over my shoulders and start thrusting hard in to her, her hips matching my pace. I bring one hand down and rub and pinch her clit, while my mouth finds her nipples, sucking, pulling and nipping them.

  I lean back on my knees and wet my index finger in my mouth. Anna’s moved her ass up and is swiveling her hips around, trying to find the spot she needs to get her release. As I watch my gorgeous girl lose herself in the moment, I run my finger over her beautiful tight ass hole. Fuck I want my cock buried deep inside her there too. But not now; her cunt feels too good to move.

  I circle her puckered hole, and her eyes open as she looks up at me.

  “Is this okay?” I ask her. Anna simply smiles, silently giving me permission, letting me finger-fuck her ass.

  I push my index finger in and she pushes out at the same time. What a feeling, so sinfully delicious. I keep slowly fucking Anna while my finger stretches her asshole.

  Anna moves, impaling herself alternately on my finger and my cock.

  “Ben, move,” she moans, sounding desperate.

  I start moving my finger in and out of her ass; my cock repeats the same assault on her pussy. The rhythm’s slow, but the feeling passing between us is unbelievably intense.

  Love and lust are easily separated. I love her, but what her body stimulates in me is pure lust. I want to consume her and be consumed by her.

  “Fuck Ben,” she almost screams, but her breath’s labored. Her face is flushed and her tits are jiggling up and down as I ram into her. I feel her pussy start clamping down, simultaneous with the familiar tingling in my balls. My own release is only a few thrusts away.

  “Baby girl, I’m close.” My body starts to shake and I don’t think I can fucking stop myself, when Anna lets out a scream and her pussy clamps onto my cock, making me come with her in a chain reaction. She accepts everything my cock has to give her, and her ass contracts around my finger as I curl it up and stroke her.

  Our bodies are sweaty, and I know I’m spent. I’m pretty sure Anna is too. I pull out of her and collapse on the bed next to her. My hand trails gently up and down her stomach.

  She really is fucking beautiful.

  “I’m not even going to ask how you broke into my house.”

  She looks over at me and chuckles softly. “That’s all you’re worried about? How I broke in? Ben, you doubt my skills.” Her face fakes annoyance. “You, of all people, know exactly how good I am.”

  “Yes, Anna, I do know how good you are,” I say as I lean over and start kissing her again.

  “You’re a devil, Ben.” She reciprocates my kiss.

  As much as I don’t want to, I break away from her to get up and head into the bathroom to ditch the condom and clean up. When I get back, Anna’s nowhere to be seen. I pull on a pair of boxer briefs and run out of my bedroom, worried she’s left. But she’s sitting on a stool in the kitchen at the island counter, sipping coffee in the fucking nude.

  I still my movements and hold my breath. I watch her sitting cross-legged as her hair cascades down her back like a beautiful dark waterfall. There’s a perfect dimple showing just above her left butt cheek and her skin’s sporting a beautiful, sun-kissed tan. Fuck me.

  I can’t control my body around her; I’m fucking hard again. I go to her and hug her tightly, caging her in my arms not wanting to let her go.

  “I’m hungry, Ben, you’d best feed me.”

  “How the hell am I supposed to concentrate when you’re sitting in my kitchen naked?” I kiss her neck, shoulder, and mouth, trailing my tongue to the hollow in her neck.

  She lets out a laugh and shifts away from me by a couple of inches, stretching her arms up over her head, which pushes her tits into my face. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. I capture her tit in my mouth and start sucking on it, pulling her nipple with my teeth.

  Her hand finds the back of my head and she holds me in place. She lets out another laugh as she lets go of me abruptly and walks back toward my room. I turn around, slap her on her pert ass and she shoots a look at me over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

  “That was the only time I’ll let it slide, Mr. Pearson,” she says with a wicked, tempting little smile.

  What a flirt.

  Anna

  I sway my hips just that little bit extra as I saunter into Ben’s room to grab a t-shirt and boxers from one of his drawers. When I come back, my mouth automatically waters from the luscious aromas filling the kitchen. I sit back down to continue drinking my coffee.

  “Can I help you, Ben?” I’m so glad I didn’t kill him fifteen months ago.

  “You just sit and watch me work, baby girl.” He moves away from the stove to come and kiss me on the forehead. “That’s better. Now I’m not so distracted by your fucking hot body. But damn girl, you look good in my clothes.” He goes back to the stove and continues preparing our meal.

  “So tell me about the pretty brunette, Ben?” I’m teasing him.

  “Her name’s Ophelia and she replaced Ethan.” He stops cooking and his body goes rigid when he says Ethan’s name. “How are you coping with that issue, Anna?” He’s asking about the fact Ethan raped me, but he can’t seem to say the word or even look at me.

  “His blood was clean and he was free from any diseases or STDs.”

  “No, I’m asking about how you are after that.” He’s resumed cooking, but hasn’t turned to face me yet.

  “Ben, I put it out of my mind the moment I saw Ethan take his last breath.” He now turns around and is staring at me with concern and love in his eyes.

  “But you haven’t…” I put my hand up to stop him before he can say something that’ll piss me off.

  “Enough about Ethan. I’m fine and the situation’s behind me. Now, how long until you feed me?”

  Ben doesn’t say anything for a few moments, just continues cooking breakfast.

  “Anna, can I ask you something?” Ben breaks the silence. This doesn’t sound too good.

  “As long as you feed me soon.” He lays a huge plate in front of me with French toast, bacon, eggs, and mushrooms. It smells divine and I can’t wait to start eating it. “Do I get cutlery?” I’m mocking him now, but he takes it in his stride.

  “You know where the cutlery is.” He walks over to the pantry to get maple syrup, while I get us knives and forks.

  “What do you want to ask?” I start eating breakfast and let out
an appreciative moan. “This is terrific, Ben.”

  “There was a hit here two nights ago and I was wondering if you’d heard about it?”

  My fork stops mid-air. I set it down on my plate and cross my arms beneath my breasts, resting my arms on the island counter in front of me. My eyes narrow while my body erupts into goose bumps and I’m struggling to contain 15.

  “Are you asking me if it was me who did it?” I’m fucking pissed off he’d ask. My reaction affects Ben because his body goes rigid and his shoulders tense. I think he’s waiting for me to attack.

  “Well, truthfully, you did come to mind first when I was at the scene, but then I totally dismissed it.” His answer calms me down and I don’t want to knock him off his stool anymore.

  I delay saying anything. Instead I calm by body; I close my eyes and breathe. The inhalation of a breath through my nose calms me, while the exhalation dispenses the anger. After eight minutes, I’m finally ready to speak without causing him bodily harm with my bare hands.

  “What exactly do you want to know, Ben?”

  “I want to know if you heard anything about it or were approached to do it.” He’s eating, but the police officer in him is interrogating this suspect for answers.

  “Well tell me about it and I’ll see if I can shed some light.” I listen with interest when I hear the story about the hit. As he’s talking, I analyze the crime and think about how I could have done it better.

  And let’s face it – I would have done it better.

  “Married couple, late twenties to early thirties, shot in bed. Nothing disturbed, but the front door was blown off.” Ben continues eating his breakfast and I stop eating–again. Am I going to be able to enjoy my breakfast warm?

  “The front door was blown off?” I ask and Ben nods.

  “And they were killed in bed?” Ben nods again.

  “Was anything taken?” Ben shakes his head as he’s stuffing French toast in his mouth.

  “Definitely a hit then,” I say.

  Ben looks at me and swallows the food he’s chewing. “You think it was a definite assassination?”

  “Oh yeah. Not only was it definitely an assassination, Ben, it was also a warning.”

  “A warning? To whom?” Ben’s intrigued.

  “Really, Ben? Do the cogs in your mind not turn like every other criminal?” Ben starts choking on his coffee and he looks like he’s just about to pass out. What a peculiar boy. “Easy there.” I shake my head at his display.

  Once he stops coughing, he pins me with a questioning look, like he wants to ask something. But he doesn’t. Maybe because he thinks he’ll sound like an idiot, so I spare him and answer what I think he wants to know.

  “Don’t you see? Whoever killed them could’ve left them there until they were discovered. But instead, after they were killed, the assassin blew the front door off so the neighbors would be alerted and police would be called. I also guarantee the couple who were killed wronged their boss and the boss got really pissed off. He made them an example to all the others who work for him.”

  “Of course! Why the hell didn’t I see that?” Ben mutters to me, or maybe to himself.

  The next twenty minutes is quiet while we enjoy the very delicious meal Ben’s prepared for us.

  “Anna, where have you been for the last fifteen months?” he asks quietly. At first, he’s focusing on his plate, but then he looks up into my eyes. “I mean, you just left and I couldn’t get in contact with you.” I begin to say something but he stops me. “I looked for you. I tried everything in my power to find you.”

  “Ben, things with us are complicated. I’ve been around…”

  “Around where?” He’s getting quite annoyed with me.

  “Ben, you know I can’t stay here. You’re a police officer and I’m…” he cuts me off by mumbling what sounds like ‘amongst other things.’ “What? I’m an assassin. How do you expect that to work out for us? ‘Hey, baby girl how was work today? Did you kill anyone?’” I ask those questions in a patronizing tone.

  “We can make this work.” He slumps his shoulders and brings his hands to his hair. He starts pacing up and down the kitchen, the way he usually does when he’s stressed.

  “What you’re asking is impossible. Me being who I am puts you in danger all the time, and I won’t bring that sort of heat and pressure on you. I can’t live a life always worried someone will kill or harm you to get to me. Lincoln’s bounty has been lifted, but that won’t stop the next assassin trying to eliminate me so they can take my spot. They could use you to manipulate me. This happens more frequently than you’d expect, and I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you.”

  Ben is standing in front of me, pushing his way in between my legs while he wraps me up in a tight, almost constricting hug. “Baby girl, it’s been fifteen months since you’ve been in my arms and I just love you so fucking much. I want us to be together. I want us to try. I want us to take that risk because I love you so much. I’m not helpless, you know.”

  My arms snake tightly around Ben’s waist and my hands are scratching up and down his back. I’m pulling him as close as I can, trying to mesh our bodies together, knowing our time in this haven is growing short. As much as I want to be here with him, I just can’t risk his life.

  “I’ve been coming back every six weeks or so, keeping an eye on you and making sure you’re safe. I’ll be around for a few more weeks because I’ve got something I need to take care of.” I try to give Ben as little real information as I can, but there will be a day in the very immediate future when I’m going to have to tell him more.

  “Anna, what’s going on? Is something happening here in St. Cloud?” He lets me go and backs up to lean against the wall opposite me. His hands are crossed over his chest in a very defensive stance. Odd.

  “Do you trust me, Ben?” I hope will say he does.

  “When it comes to me, yes,” he answers candidly.

  “Not unconditionally though?” Fifteen’s now emerged, the mask slipping on without thought on my part. I absolutely need to keep him safe.

  “Of course I trust you, Anna, but I just don’t like being kept in the fucking dark.”

  “I’m going to repeat what I told you all those months ago. When the time comes, I promise you I’ll tell you what you need to know.” My demeanor’s now ice cold.

  ‘Damn you! Damn you and your fucking mask. Just fucking tell me what the hell’s going on.” Ben’s anger wins out and he turns around and punches the wall behind him. “Fuck,” he yells out his pain and frustration.

  I still give him nothing though.

  “Are you done being a pre-pubescent tween? Did the wall deserve that?” I’ve not moved a muscle off my stool.

  “Anna, I may have information that can assist you. Don’t you see? We can work together on whatever it is you need to do.” He’s desperate for me to let him in, give him something, but I simply can’t do that.

  I start laughing at his ridiculous statement. “You honestly think I’d jeopardize your career by asking you to help me with one of my ‘situations’?”

  “My career’s already in jeopardy just by me being here with you and not arresting you.”

  “Yes, that’s true. But I’m not going to put your life in any further jeopardy, because I really do love you.” My mask has slipped off and I’m being totally truthful.

  “I know, it’s just difficult for me to sit back and watch you do all the work, while I’ve no idea who or what you’re working against, especially when I might know something that can help you.”

  “Can I ask you if there’s been anything out of the ordinary happening here in the last couple of weeks?” Maybe if I change the subject and start asking him questions, he’ll drop this bone.

  “You’re not going to give me anything, are you?”

  I shake my head ‘no’ and purse my lips together.

  “So I have to tell you what you want to know, but you’re not going to tell me anything?�
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  I nod my head but add, “For now Ben. This is the way it has to be.”

  He paces some more and it looks like he’s wrestling with an internal struggle. Ben’s face is screwed up, and he’s muttering something totally inaudible. I watch the fascinating battle this beautiful man is waging with himself and a smile plays on my mouth.

  “You do realize you look like an insane person with multiple personalities carrying on conversations with one another?” I laugh at his antics. He looks up and the laughter dies on my lips.

  “Do you know how hard this is for me, Anna? I’m really stuck in figuring out what I have to do.” He’s still pacing and tugging at his hair. “Fuck,” he finally growls out. One of his personalities has won out.

  “Yes, there’s been something happening, but I don’t know what. None of my contacts are talking and whatever’s going on, apparently it’s happening all over, from here to New York and all the way down to Salt Lake City. I’m trying hard to get information, but I just can’t get anyone to talk.” He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders like he’s been defeated.

  I’m pretty sure Katsu’s taken over the entire area.

  “Can’t your Agent find any information?” He spits it out. “I thought he was some sort of whiz kid on the computer.”

  “He is a whiz kid on the computer, and he’s found out a fair bit, but I need more information. I need to know what you know, Ben.”

  The phone Katsu gave me and insists I carry around starts ringing. Fuck. I wanted to spend the day with Ben, not with that fucking idiot.

  I get my phone and motion to Ben to be perfectly quiet.

  I answer on the fifth ring.

  “Hello there,” I answer very carefully, not saying his name because I don’t want Ben to go digging. I don’t bother leaving the room because if I did, I know he would follow me and cause a commotion. Ben stands against the kitchen counter, watching me with a angry look on his face.

  “Why did it take you so long to answer the phone, treasure? And why have you disabled the GPS?” Katsu sounds pissed with me.