Thieves 2 Lovers

by J. D. Hollyfield

  “Well, you said no hitting. And I thought… I guess I was still hoping that maybe…” Say it. Don’t puss out. “Well, that you would still want to experiment. With me. Would spanking still be in?” I watch as his eyes darken immediately, the green irises that I dream about disappear behind his growing lust-filled pupils. His hands around me tighten and my heartrate skips in anticipation. He’s going to give in. He wants this, too.

  “You want me to spank you?” Now, seemingly amused, his hands work their way back down my ribcage and lock around the hem of my pants.

  I don’t want to come off too eager. The fantasies I’ve had of Linc having his way with me have been a bit, shall we say, X-rated. But to think that all I have to do is say yes and my wildest, dirtiest dreams can come true… I lick my lips and answer him.

  “Very much so,” I whisper, biting my lower lip while trying to play it cool. His bad-boy smile tells me he knows I’m nervous. Excited. Once he gets into my panties, he’s sure to find out that I am also immensely turned on.

  My answer does the trick because he slips his thumbs into my pants and tugs. A small squeal falls from my lips as he pulls once more, roughly discarding my pants, taking my panties with them.

  “And why do you think you deserve to be spanked? Have you been a bad girl?”

  I fight not to laugh. I can feel Linc’s smile on my pelvis as he kisses alongside my pubic bone. He wants me to talk dirty. He knows it’s on my list.

  “I have been bad,” I reply, my voice dripping with nerves, but also arousal. “I…didn’t do the dishes after lunch.” Oh God! What did I just say!? I throw my hands over my face, complete embarrassment washing over me. “That was so not sexy—ahhhh.”

  Linc cuts me off by taking a nip from the inside of my thigh. His lips are so close to my center, his breath like a torch to my flesh. “You naughty little girl, you. Not doing the dishes means I have to punish you.” Linc’s words cause me to laugh. He’s playing along with me. And I’m grateful for that. I slowly uncover my face as I watch him lick my inner thigh, barely brushing my sex. He raises his head and winks at me.

  Before I have a chance to offer him my thankful smile, his mouth is on me. Covering my sex with his lips, filling me with his tongue, and gripping me roughly with his strong hands around my thighs. He isn’t slow as he eats me, sucks on me, plunges his tongue in and out of me, until my legs begin to quiver and my orgasm is about to burst through me. I feel my belly knot, and I know I’m done for. I’m going to come.

  “Linc, I’m going to…” Just as I’m about to release, he stops. He grabs for my hips and flips me so I’m now on my stomach. I turn, wondering what he’s up to, when he places his hands under my hips, lifting them so my butt is raised in the air.

  “Naughty little girls who don’t do the dishes don’t get to come when they want,” he says, taking the palm of his hand and rubbing the skin of my butt cheek. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

  Oh God, this is so fun. I know it’s ridiculous to role-play about dishes, but right now, I find it to be the hottest thing. “I should be punished. Spaghetti sauce is impossible to get out once it’s dried.” I feel Linc’s body tremble a little and I know he’s laughing. I wiggle my butt, encouraging him to teach me my lesson.

  Slap!

  My body jolts, a small whimper falling from my lips. I don’t have time to register his spanking because another strike falls on my cheek.

  Slap!

  “Tell me how sorry you are for forgetting your chores.” He pops me one more time, before taking his hand and smoothing it over my stinging flesh.

  I never put much thought into the pain of being slapped, but the arousal overrides it. I’m so wet between my legs, I can feel myself dripping down my thigh. I’m not sure how many more strikes I can take but I’m extremely turned on and want more. “I’m not sorry. I should be punished more.” I tell him, pushing my ass into his groin.

  Another chuckle, then a groan from Linc as he grabs my hips and grinds into me from behind. “Jesus, Rey, you’re supposed to beg for forgiveness, not want more.”

  Oops. But whatever I have to do to get him inside me is number one on my list. I meet his movement, grinding into his hard-as-stone cock, knowing he won’t be able to refuse me much longer. “I need you to fuck me, Linc. Take me roughly. I’ve ruined those dishes and I deserve no leniency.”

  That does it. I hear Linc swear under his breath. His hands are off me instantly. The sounds of his belt and pants being ripped from his body fill the air. He’s back behind me instantly, rubbing the tip of his cock at the entrance of my sex. “You sure you want this, baby? I don’t take lightly to a woman ruining my dishes.”

  I try and fight my giggle. I push back, urging him inside.

  “You’re so goddamned sexy like this, Rey.” With one hand around his cock and the other gripping at my shoulder, he gives me what I’ve been craving. He slams inside me, causing a rush of dizziness to swirl through me. Pulling out, he thrusts home again, each time going deeper than before. “Fuck,” he grunts, grabbing my hair and wrapping it around his fist.

  “Yes, fuck me. Yes.” What a brazen little hussie I am. I’ve never even said a swear word during sex—much less done any begging—but right now, it feels empowering, naughty, bold. I meet him thrust for thrust. Each time, he feels harder and harder. I’m panting like a wild cat, while Linc is grunting and swearing. His grip on my hair tightens as his other hand gives a hard slap to my ass.

  “Jesus. The way your porcelain skin reddens with my touch. Goddamn…” Another one, and another one, each one a euphoric jolt to my center. His pace is quickening. Each time I feel my knees skid farther up the bed. My hands are digging into the sheets so I don’t go flying as he pounds me into the bed.

  Linc must know I’m fighting to stay in place, so he wraps his hand around my hip, holding me there. With close proximity, he reaches over and works my clit with his fingers, until I know I can’t take any more.

  “I’m, shit… I’m going to, oh God… Linc.” Explode. I explode. My insides grip around him so tight, he growls, slamming into me harder than before. With a hot surge rushing inside me, he comes hard with a groan.

  We both collapse on the bed, fighting to catch our breath. It isn’t until I can finally see straight that I break the silence.

  “I am never doing the dishes again.”

  Linc’s chest vibrates from behind me. He kisses my back and rolls over onto his, taking me with him and allowing me to snuggle up to his side. “Who would have thought that dried up spaghetti would have been so hot?” We both laugh because, seriously, I’ll never look at spaghetti the same way again.

  “Thank you,” I say resting my head on his sweaty chest.

  “For what? I feel like I should be thanking you. That was fucking amazing.”

  I sit up and meet his eyes. “For allowing me to experiment. Showing me this part of sex. Being my victim.”

  Linc smiles, reaching up and cupping my breast. “I highly doubt I’m a victim. Consider me willing and ready any time you spark an idea.”

  With that, I smile big, knowing I have exactly that.

  His eyebrows raise. “What?”

  “Well, I actually have an idea I wanted to explore. How exactly does a sixty-nine work?”

  Nah, Motherfucker, I’d Rather Just Kill You Instead

  Chase: We need to talk. Please.

  I stare at Reagan’s phone as she sleeps naked curled up against me, rage bubbling up inside of me. Men like Chase get away with hurting women like Reagan because they have money and clout and likeability on their side. They think they can come over with a dozen red roses and beg for forgiveness. That all will be forgotten because they “made a mistake.”

  A cold chill settles over me, despite the hottie pressed against me, and I glare at her phone. That day last week when he came over with flowers was before he roughed her up in her kitchen Saturday. I always knew he was an asshole but now I’m starting to wonder just how much she
was hiding from me. Was that the first time he hit her?

  With a furious anger surging through me, I scroll through their texts to the beginning. At first, everything was normal. Then, Chase started blowing her off at every turn. Eventually, he started saying derogatory shit to her. The last several days’ worth of texts are apologetic ones.

  And in a few hours, she’s going to walk right back into that office and be forced to work with him. Unbelievable. She still bears the bruises on her throat he gave her, for fuck’s sake.

  I can’t let this happen.

  “Rey,” I grumble and roll her over to her back.

  She pulls a pillow over her face. “Leave me alone.”

  I want to do just that. Hide away in her bedroom making love to her all day rather than letting her go to work where that motherfucker still has a job. That would be the easiest thing to do.

  Trouble is, I’m not in an easy kind of mood.

  I’m feeling hard. Like fist full of knuckles through a nose kind of hard.

  It’s high time Chase pays for what he did.

  But then a small hand is lazily rubbing at my cock. All murderous thoughts dissipate as I become a different kind of hard. Like balls deep in my fucking woman hard.

  “You’re my girlfriend,” I blurt out, my mouth finding her pink nipple.

  She pulls the pillow away and regards me with a sexy, sleepy stare. “Is that right?”

  “And guys do things for their girlfriends,” I tell her as I nip at her soft flesh. She releases a hiss of breath.

  “What kinds of things?”

  “Bad things that good girls like.”

  She laughs as I kiss a trail down her flat stomach to her perfect cunt. “Speak of these bad things…I’m curious.”

  I flash her a wolfish grin before running my tongue along her slit. She’s already aroused and ready to go. When I slip my finger inside of her, she’s positively drenched. I fuck her slowly with my finger as I worship her pussy with my mouth.

  “T-This is good s-stuff,” she cries out. “I thought you said you were going to do bad stuff.”

  I gently bite on her clit before pulling my finger from her. “Spread open wide and let me look at you, Rey.”

  She moans but obeys. Such a good girl. Now that her pussy is glistening and open for me like a pretty flower on a rainy day, I admire the view for a moment.

  “Good girls turn bad,” I explain, my voice low and husky, “when their boyfriends touch them here.” She whines when I tease the tight hole of her ass with my now-wet finger. “You want to be bad, baby?”

  She whimpers. “I think so. Will it hurt?”

  “Guess you’ll have to find out, huh?”

  I begin pushing inside her. Her body is tight and I can feel it clenching in response.

  Leaning forward, I flick my tongue out and lick her clit, causing her to jump. “Relax.”

  “O-Okay,” she breathes.

  I start sucking on her clit to distract her from the slow intrusion into her ass. It works because she moans loudly and grips my hair.

  “This feels weird, Linc. Is it gross? Are you grossed out?” she whines, her self-confidence gone.

  “It’s supposed to feel weird,” I tease, my breath on her pussy making her shudder. “It’s a place where things go out, usually, and not in.”

  “Are you going to…” she trails off. “Will your finger get…”

  “Shhh,” I say, chuckling. “Let me get you off. Besides, that’s what they make showers for.”

  Her body relaxes again. I slip my thumb inside her pussy while my middle finger fucks her ass. She squirms and writhes but doesn’t seem too keen on stopping.

  “One day I’m going to put my big dick there, beautiful. What do you think about that?” I ask, my cock throbbing at the thought.

  “I-I-I think I w-would like that—Oh God!” Her orgasm hits her violently. Both her pussy and her ass clench in response as pleasure ripples through her. When she comes down from her high, I slide my fingers from her and carry her scrawny ass to the shower.

  It isn’t until we’re clean and simply holding each other under the spray that I ask her what’s been gnawing at me.

  “That wasn’t the first time, was it?” My voice is quiet but sharp.

  “Butt play?”

  I clench my jaw and press my knuckle under her chin so I can lift her gaze to mine. “Chase hitting you.”

  Guilt flashes in her warm brown eyes, and I fucking hate what that look means. That she’d rather sweep it under the rug than to pull it out into the light for us to inspect.

  “Rey,” I say firmly. “I need to know all of it. If we’re going to be in a relationship, I need to know what that motherfucker did to you.”

  Her nose scrunches. “But why? Can’t we just forget about it?” Tears shimmer in her eyes.

  “He works with you,” I remind her. “This isn’t something you can ignore.”

  She drops her gaze to my chest. I grip her jaw and tilt her face back up. Softly, I press a kiss to her sweet mouth.

  “I don’t know what to do,” she admits with a huff.

  I run my palm down her wet hair and nuzzle my nose against hers. “Just tell me everything from start to finish. Please.”

  Her shoulders sag and she nods.

  Over the next several minutes, I’m blasted by a quick version of how Chase evolved from friend to lover to abuser. By the time she finishes, I’m furious. She must sense my fury because she grabs my cock and kisses me hard. I’m momentarily distracted from being pissed as fuck. I slide my hands to her ass and lift her. She wraps her legs around my hips and I drive into her hard enough to make her cry out. My mind is focused only on her as I fuck my woman. It isn’t until I’m coming hard inside her that I have a plan.

  It’s a bad one.

  “I’m taking you to work this morning.” My forehead presses to hers. “And, Rey?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You know I can’t sit on this.” I brush a kiss against her sweet mouth. “I won’t sit on this.”

  She swallows and smiles bravely at me. “I know. Thank you.”

  I hate to see her go but fuck do I love to watch her leave. Today she’d put on a fitted charcoal-grey pencil skirt that hugs her ass in a delicious way. Her pink silky shirt is nearly transparent and it makes my dick twitch. What makes me angry, though, is the fact that she’s wearing a wispy white scarf to hide her bruises. It pulls me away from lusting after her as she hurries to her office with her head down because it reminds me why I’m here.

  My head jerks to Chase’s office. His door is closed. Motherfucker is hiding.

  “Linc,” Ram booms from behind me, scaring the shit out of me.

  “Dude. Don’t creep up on a man unless you want to get your ass kicked.”

  He snorts as he comes to stand in front of me. “Do you always resort to violence?” There’s a challenge in his stare.

  “Only when absolutely fucking necessary.” I clench my jaw and steal a quick glance at Chase’s office.

  Ram lets out a sigh. “I thought so. Come on, let’s chat. My office.”

  He’s probably going to fire me from the job I haven’t even really started. I grab the straps of my backpack and shrug. “Let’s go.”

  Once we’re inside, he closes the door behind us.

  “Did you finish those drawings?” he asks, his eyes narrowed at me.

  I unzip my bag and pull out my pad before passing it across the desk to him. He flips through them, nodding in approval. Despite the shit that went down this weekend, he hasn’t killed me so that has to be a good sign.

  “I like this one,” he says, thumping the simplistic drawing of a basil plant. “I have a nursery client who might like this one. The illustration has an organic feel. Goes with their entire brand. I want you to make me a few others. Vary it up a bit. Try a few different plants. Keep them simple and black, though. I love that look. I’ll scan them in to Illustrator and make some vectors for them to look at. This is good
stuff, Linc.”

  I feel a stupid grin creep up my face. “Really?”

  “Absolutely. I have another client, an edgy clothing boutique, that wants a hand drawn logo. I’m meeting with them next week to go over some preliminary branding ideas. I’d like you to come with me and sit in. Maybe even whip up a few mockups while we meet. It helps sitting in with the client and getting to hear firsthand what they need. What do you say? You own something nicer than that old Rancid T-shirt and those holey-ass jeans?”

  I shrug. “Probably not.”

  “Before you leave, go see Reagan. Have her take you to get a couple of suits or at least some slacks and a few dress shirts. We have a company credit card she can use.”

  Nodding, I start to stand when he holds up a hand.

  “Wait.”

  Fuck.

  “Yeah?”

  “I want to know what happened Saturday. The truth,” he says firmly. “Not the bullshit people-pleasing story Reagan has probably concocted by now.” He frowns and scrubs at his jaw with his palm. “I know she didn’t get robbed at the grocery story, like Dani told me. Some shit went down, and I feel like you’re protecting her. Not harming her like Roman thinks.”

  I let out a sigh of relief. “Man…” Fury burns inside my chest. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

  Ram frowns. “Roman?”

  Clenching my teeth, I shake my head. “Chase.”

  His eyes narrow but he doesn’t argue. I watch his shoulders tense as he mentally starts piecing together a picture with that one part of the puzzle. “Go on.”

  “He’s a piece of shit, Ram. From the get-go, I knew this, but she seemed into him. She’s my…” Everything. “She’s my best friend, and I just wanted her to be happy. Chase appeared to make her happy.”

  “And we all know how Reagan is about keeping up appearances,” he grits out, catching on quickly.

  “You guys didn’t see them as much as I did. He wasn’t good to her. Didn’t treat her like she should have been treated. The asshole acted like he was the damn prize, not the goddamned angel he somehow lucked into latching on to.” I whip off my beanie and run my fingers through my hair in frustration. “He called her Pet, man. Pet.”