Glitch

by Olivia Linden

  Glitch knew he was in for it because her accent deepened, which usually meant a tongue-lashing was sure to follow.

  “No. You didn’t,” he answered.

  “So you think I’ve been looking for you like some lovesick woman with stars in her eyes? Is that what you think of me?”

  Shit, she was pissed.

  “That’s not what I think of you, but I just wanted to...” he tried to explain but she stopped him with a sharp poke to his chest.

  “The only thing I expect from you is your honesty,” she said as she poked him again. “I didn’t come here for some sort of fairytale ending. I came here to find the only man that I have ever connected with in my life. I know what I need and want. So as long as you’re a man of your word we should be fine,” she finished, attempting to poke him again, but Glitch grabbed her wrist before she did. Her feisty rant was probably meant to set him straight, but all it did was make him unbelievably aroused. His chest heaved slightly as the intensity of his desire for her made its rounds through his body. The ache in his groin, the hardening of his cock, the urge in his hands to touch her, and the need to taste her with his mouth.

  “You know what I do need?” Her voice lowered to a sultry, edgy purr, and she flicked her little pink tongue across her bottom lip as they continued to gaze into each other’s eyes.

  “Tell me,” he demanded, his voice hoarse from lust. “Tell me what you need.”

  “Take my clothes off. The only thing I need right now is to feel you inside me. That’s one thing that I have expected.” Her voice was full of need as she leaned her body closer to his.

  “Fuck your clothes,” Glitch growled as he pulled her roughly against him. She gasped lightly in surprise of his sudden action but sighed deeply when his lips brushed the sensitive flesh of her neck. Firm as steel, his erection taunted her as his hips flexed into her. His fingers dug into her flesh as he bunched her skirt up around her thighs, and she began to understand his meaning. Araceli was glad she decided to dress up for their dinner, forgoing the sweats that were her normal hacker attire. Even though, something told her he would have just ripped them away with the intensity in which he handled her.

  “Kiss me,” he commanded.

  Without hesitation, she wrapped her hands around his neck and slid her fingers into his hair, tugging his head to bring him closer until their lips touched. There was no gentle building with this kiss. Lips slammed together then parted, teeth clicked, and tongues tangled until they were both panting with need. Glitch groaned into her mouth, desperately sucking her tongue as she continued to pull at the strands of his hair. The slight tingle of pain making him shivers because it felt so good to know she wanted him as bad as he wanted her.

  With little effort, he lifted her off the ground as he moved back until he fell onto the couch, holding her thighs open so that she was straddling his lap. With her skirt now pushed up around her waist and her thighs exposed, Glitch grazed his fingers over her skin as he nuzzled his face into her neck. He loved the way she smelled, an alluring mixture of white musk and baby powder. His hands traveled until he had her ass fully in his grasp. His hips jerked upwards, seeking some type of contact to ease his aching hardness.

  Following his lead, she began to slowly ride him over his clothes. She planted her hands on his chest, kneading and massaging before she began to unbutton his shirt. Glitch slumped back, resting his head against the back of the couch while he watched her go to work. She pushed away his shirt, helping him while he pulled his arms out of the crisp fabric and then tossing it aside. Araceli’s eyes flashed at the sight of all his smooth skin laced with tightly defined muscles and a sprinkling of light brown hair that disappeared under the waistband of his pants. Her eyes roamed over his torso, and her hands followed suit, stopping as she let her fingers trace the defined lines of his abs. She looked like a hungry tigress ready to eat him alive.

  Glitch tore his gaze away from her face to watch her torturous progression. He couldn’t believe something as simple as the feel of her touch against his skin was causing him to lose his mind. The sight of her long and delicate fingers as they fondled him only made him want more, and he knew exactly where he wanted her hands. Gripping her by the wrists, he slowly guided her lower and lower, ghosting over his belt buckle and placing her hands right over the bulge that was straining to rip through his pants. Again, he thrust upward and made it very clear what he wanted from her.

  Frantically, Araceli began to fumble with his belt with one hand as he continued to pump his hips upwards. Her other hand rubbed and gripped his erection, urging it on to full potency. She groaned with impatience when she encountered his button fly and needed both hands to undo it faster. All the while, Glitch’s hands were exploring her intimately. One from behind and the other from between the front of her thighs, his fingers meeting at the center of her desire. His fingers lightly traced the seam of her thong until he encountered the wetness of her arousal. Tugging the scrap of fabric to the side, he caressed her tender flesh and then slowly slid two fingers inside her.

  “Ah,” she purred in response.

  “Christ!” His fingers were drenched with her essence and he couldn’t wait to be inside of her tight grip.

  Finally, Araceli had his pants open, and pushed them and his briefs down until his cock sprung free. She marveled at his length as it strained up past his belly button. Wrapping her hand around his girth, she used her thumb to massage the drop of pre-cum at the slit.

  “Damn! That’s right baby. Touch me,” he hissed. He took in a deep gulp of air as he tried to regain at least a bit of his cool. Araceli didn’t seem to care or notice as she cried out and panted while bucking against his fingers. Together they were both dancing on the deliciously fine line of sanity and pleasure. Glitch couldn’t recall a time where he’d ever felt so turned on. Being with Araceli stripped away all of his walls and left him in a primitive state of awareness and need.

  And he needed her. Now.

  “I need that juicy pussy, now,” he growled.

  “Condom,” she panted.

  “Pocket,” he wheezed in response. Quickly she searched his pockets and located the strip of three foil packets. She thrilled at the thought of putting them all to use as she swiftly tore the wrapper off one, and took her time rolling it down his length. She took hold of his cock, squeezing him as she positioned it just under her entrance.

  Glitch reluctantly pulled his fingers from her slickness and gripped her hips as he guided her body over his. Then he pushed up while pulling her down. Araceli cried out, and Glitch grunted at the snug slide of her hot pussy down his shaft. His body tensed and stilled at the overwhelming hit of pleasure. He couldn’t remember the first or the last time sex had felt like this because it never had. Something about Araceli made him feel like a born again virgin, and he struggled to maintain his composure before he exploded inside of her instantaneously.

  “You feel so good inside me,” she crooned. Her hips began to twist and grind against him, and she used his shoulders to steady herself as her body began to tremble.

  “OH,” Glitch’s head fell back and he panted between clenched teeth. His eyes wanted to close and roll back into his head, but he fought it. He wanted to watch the sensual ride she was putting on him. Focusing his attention on the way her body moved, he worked on removing her shirt so he didn’t have to think about how bad he wanted to come. Besides, her body was amazing. Using his teeth, he pulled down the cups of her cream lace bra. Her breasts were small, but the sexiest his eyes had ever seen. Especially the way he had them all trussed up. Her nipples looked like honey-coated silver dollars, and he needed to taste. Arching her away from him slightly, he leaned in and his tongue worked a trail up from her navel until he was swirling it around one her sweet peaks. She moaned his name, and the fit around his dick grew snugger as she clenched with need.

  Glitch felt like he was slowing losing his mind, or that she was wielding some sort of magic over him. He was consumed with her, with how
good they felt together, and with making her scream his name. Still teasing her nipple, he flicked his tongue twice more before latching his lips around it and sucking hard. As desired, she dug her nails into his back as she cried out his name, and rode him even harder.

  “Oh.Fuck.Me,” he grunted. “That’s right beautiful. Show me what you got.”

  Araceli began to rock and dip even harder. Incredibly so, and Glitch released her hips and clutched his fingers into her skirt for fear of hurting her with his killer grip. He’d already marked the soft flesh of her breast with his love bites. Like a man possessed, he lavished her body with kisses and nips wherever his mouth could reach until she planted both palms into his chest and pushed him away.

  “Watch me,” she commanded in a hoarse whisper. Taking a few more licks, he blew on a nipple for it to pucker even tighter from the cool blast of air. Then he leaned back to enjoy the show. He was ready to release his first load, so he could slowly fuck her into submission for the rest of the night.

  “I want you to make me come,” he ordered. “Uh! Your pussy is already soaking my dick, love. I wanna feel you come. Do it now, I promise I’m going to take care of you. All night if I have to.”

  “God Liam,” she groaned. “You’re so fucking hot. I’m gonna make you come so hard, you see code!”

  Glitch would have chuckled, but as she spoke her pussy constricted around his dick, and her body began to snake and twist like a goddamn belly dancer. He couldn’t look away, she was so damn mesmerizing. Her dark eyes pierced his soul, showing him every ounce of pleasure she was feeling. He bit his lip hard, feeling the tension begin to uncoil from his sack. His cock hardened and twitched with his building climax.

  “Damn baby! I’m coming,” he said between gritted teeth. He didn’t need to ask her if she was close because he felt her body clenching and dripping all around him. Letting out a harsh string of curses, he pumped his hips wildly.

  “Oh God,” she wheezed out, her orgasm unleashed.

  Glitch fisted her hair, pulling her close and pressed his lips into hers. He shouted out against her lips as he came harder than he ever had.

  And when he did, he didn’t see code.

  All he could see was her.

  Chapter 14

  “Wake up, Glitch. Handler has given us a meeting time,” Scratch said over the phone. Glitch scrubbed his fingers across his face, feeling stubble on his lower jaw. He was tired, even though normally he woke up before the crack of dawn to work on his programs. Araceli had given him the best work out he’d had in years, seriously. It felt good though. He couldn’t deny it. She was a fever he wasn’t looking for medicine to get rid of anytime soon. But a meeting with Eagle would mess up his fucking good mood.

  “He’s making a habit of this,” Glitch returned, wondering how the hell he even heard the phone in the first place. The object of his most recent found obsession was wrapped around him like a vine. He wondered if he could slip back in between her legs and wake up properly.

  “Glitch!” Scratch thundered.

  “I’m not deaf,” Glitch grumbled back.

  “Could have fooled me. I was saying, we need to get out there. Obviously he wants to look at the figures for the recent job. He wants us both there.”

  “Shouldn’t you be at work?” Glitch asked. Of the three of them Scratch’s position at Hawk Global was more visible and a definite nine to five. Glitch could work remotely from home unless he had to come in. Jack worked security, of course, and they didn’t see him too often.

  “I’ll be heading into the office soon. That’s why your ass needs to get up and ready. You can come with me.”

  “How much time I got.”

  “Twenty minutes.”

  “Shit Scratch, seriously?”

  “Should have answered the phone the first ten times I called, I guess.” Scratch hung up before Glitch could respond. Scrolling through his call log told him that Scratch was indeed right. He had ten missed calls starting from about two hours before. He guessed that’s how he heard the phone finally; it had been acting like an alarm clock with automatic snooze. He leapt out of bed, kissing Araceli back into slumber when she moved. He scribbled a quick note so she knew to start working and that he would be going into the office for a little bit and then he was heading to the bathroom shower and shave. He should try to look as best he could to meet their nemesis.

  *

  Said drive to Hawk Global was uneventful for Scratch. It was fun to see how well Glitch, in his five series, could keep up with Scratch’s CLK. They made it to the office without incident and chuckled as they walked inside, of which Scratch was grateful for. He didn’t really want to deal with any cops right now. To be honest? With all of his apparent joviality, he was on edge. His anger kept churning, deep in his gut, and no amount of sex could work it out. He’d tried that route and only ended up with sore muscles and a pissed off attitude. Finding out that they were all going to find themselves back in prison soon wasn’t good for his happiness.

  So seeing a cop, telling him what to do, would probably spark his issues with authority, make him royally pissed off, and land him into some hot water. Nah, that’s a no go there. Jack would sneak into lock up and kill him for the trouble. So Scratch cleared his throat, swallowed his anger, and tossed jokes at one of his partners in crime to have the appearance of being perfectly fine. The ride up the elevator went smooth and they were on his accounting floor, for a moment at least, to stop by his desk and check in. He needed to make sure the staff under him was doing what was supposed to be done in his real day job. As boring as it was, Scratch really was a killer when it came to numbers. Always had been.

  “John,” Scratch said to Glitch, calling him by the name they used when inside Hawk. They should all have a complex for never using their real names. Wonder if it would cause an identity crisis somewhere down the line?

  “Yeah, George?” Glitch asked.

  “I have everything straight here, it seems, but I think I’ll need you to look at my workstation again. It’s...glitching.” Glitch coughed, trying to stop a laugh, Scratch would guess, before he answered.

  “Bring it with you to my office then,” Glitch said. Cover story for traveling together now taken care of, Scratch grabbed aforementioned perfectly working workstation and prepared to head up to see Eagle.

  “I’m good,” he said, turning around and heading back towards the elevator. It opened as they approached and Scratch smiled, ready to greet whoever it was with some banal commentary but stopped when he saw who it was.

  The man, well he was not that important. At maybe six foot three, the male had a way about him that was classic and cool. Basically, Scratch saw him, but not really. It was the woman beside him that made more of the impact. To say she was beautiful was a major understatement. Her dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, framing her bronze face in a no-nonsense way. Her cheekbones were strong, her mouth pouty and full, but the set of her jaw said she meant business. Her eyes were lustrous, and he’d only use that word in his head, and stared straight forward. Her form, slender and yet curved in all the right places was covered in a simple tweed suit with a white shirt underneath. He didn’t give it too much attention as she passed him, talking to the man who walked by her side. She caught his gaze and squinted slightly. Like she didn’t quite understand why he was staring at her. Then her lips parted, her eyes widening for a second and then she shook her head. She turned away from him and kept going past him, never looking back.

  “George?” Glitch asked. Scratch didn’t answer. Still staring at the backside of the nameless woman.

  “George?” Glitch asked again and tapped Scratch on the shoulder.

  “Yea?”

  “Meeting?” Glitch hissed. “Get your head in the game.”

  “Yeah, my bad,” Scratch said, shaking his head. “Let’s get upstairs. No use keeping him waiting.

  *

  “I trust you gentlemen have good news for me this morning?” Eagle stated withou
t preamble when Scratch and Glitch got in his office. Glitch forced himself not to clench his teeth. How the bastard could be screwing them, and talking to them like they better enjoy how it felt, was beyond him.

  “The program went off without a hitch. We have moved the money successfully over and Amsterix has taken an over twenty-point hit to their stock as of this morning.” Glitch put the reports down on the desk between them and Eagle. Eagle didn’t even deign to turn and look at them. Rat bastard.

  “As promised the money has been moved and reinvested, and then moved again. I’ve set it up so that from various accounts, over the next three weeks, with continued hits on Amsterix by Glitch, you have an insider loop to buy up stock at this record low. Once that’s down, you can use their own money to reinvest into their chip coating technology and triple if not quadruple your return without even using any of your own money. By the time the plan is fully carried out you will be the majority shareholder of Amsterix through a blind corporation,” Scratch added. He then laid out his report much like Glitch. And much like he’d done with Glitch, Eagle didn’t even turn around.

  “Satisfied?” Glitch asked, unable to stop himself. He received a sharp look from Scratch, but that didn’t stop him from waiting for his answer.