by Abbott, Alex
“Yes,” I said and then we walked down the block toward her house.
She brushed her hand against me, her fingers catching mine for a moment, the touch sending a shard of desire through me. I tried to look at her surreptitiously, but when I glanced over, my gaze met hers, and she flashed a sly, hot smile that managed to be both shy and full of promise. I returned the smile and then sped up slightly, earning a husky laugh from April.
Though my gaze was still on her, I saw something out of the corner of my eye, and my heart began to pound. I turned quickly and zeroed in on a figure across the street, the few cars that sped down the road not at all obscuring the person. It was Shaughnessy, watching April and I with unmasked interest that trademark smirk on his face. Almost unconsciously, I reached for April, closing my hand around her much smaller one and removing the distance between us, letting my leg brush against hers.
I kept my gaze trained on Shaughnessy until we passed him, the light moment between April and I zapped by his intrusion. I tried to shut Shaughnessy out of my mind, but I was undeniably affected. The ugliness of my world shouldn’t touch her; I wouldn’t let it, and having Shaughnessy, scourge that he was, anywhere near April was unacceptable.
“Here we are,” she said, and I realized that we’d reached out destination.
I hadn’t released her hand the entire time, and I still held it tight as we walked up the porch and entered the house. I finally let it go when she kicked out of her shoes and placed them in that neat row. But then she surprised me by kneeling down in front of me. She pulled one shoe and then the other off my feet and lined them up next to hers, and then she gripped my calves and rested her cheek against my crotch.
She sighed softly and rubbed her face against me and moved her hands up my calves, then up my muscled thighs before she stopped, her hand next to her face and gently covering my cock. Turning, she began to feather light kisses against me through my pants. Her hands followed her lips, and my knees weakened with the onslaught of sensation.
I lifted my hands to grasp her head, and she closed her lips around the ridge of flesh and even through my pants, I felt the heat of her mouth against me. With deftness, she unbuckled my belt, loosened my pants, and pulled them down, the loss of her touch making me grunt with displeasure. From her kneeling position she looked up at me, her eyes swirling with desire, and my heart and cock throbbed in time. I traced my thumb across her lips, lingering at the seam, and I sucked in a breath when she parted them and teased the tip of my thumb with her tongue, closing her lips around it, much as she would have my cock.
She moaned low in her throat, the vibration sending my arousal spiraling out of control. I removed my finger from her mouth and hooked them into the waistband of my underwear and then pulled it down slowly, watching her as she watched me, hunger burning in her eyes. I maneuvered over my erect cock, smiling as her eyes followed it as it smacked against my stomach and then bobbed lightly in front of her.
Slowly, she lifted her hand and grasped me tight, moving her hand up and down the thickness of my shaft, and then swiping a finger across the crown, smearing the fluid that seeped from my slit. She moved closer, the warmth of her breath across my cock making me curl my fists. I curled them even tighter when she exhaled roughly and then kissed my tip and then kissed her way down my shaft. When she reached the root, she circled her tongue around the base of my cock and then worked her way back up my shaft, using her tongue instead of her lips.
Then she circled that sensitive skin where my shaft met my crown, and I moaned out loud. My voice left me when she stroked up the crown with her tongue and delved into my slit, teasing the tiny opening, lapping at the precum that flowed from me. Mercifully, as she grasped my shaft tighter, she closed her lips around me and sucked me in deep.
The hot cavern of her mouth had me bucking my hips, wanting more, needing more. She opened and let me in, and I took over, thrusting my cock into her mouth. Her lips were sealed tight around my shaft, and she rasped her tongue over me as she sucked in a steady rhythm. I reached for her head and stilled her, and she turned her eyes up to me; the sight of her on her knees with my cock stuffed in her mouth was enough to send me over the edge.
I tried to pull back, but she reacted quickly and held my hips to stop me. And when she nodded, I let myself go. The first blast of my cum hit her tongue, and she swallowed it greedily as she did the next and the next. She moaned as I emptied myself into her mouth. As my cock softened, I pulled it from her mouth, feeling satisfaction as I stared down at her swollen lips.
After I’d pulled up my pants and underwear, I put my hands under her arms and lifted her, letting her body rub against mine until she was on her feet. Without my encouragement, she wrapped her arms around my waist and lay her head against my chest.
“Nice to see you too,” I said, and she laughed.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
Hours later, April slept beside me, her limbs entwined with mine. I idly stroked her, moving my hands along her body and enjoying the peaceful calm that I realized being with her provided.
That peace was shattered by the quiet vibration of my phone.
I bit off a curse and gingerly moved away from April, answering the phone impatiently.
“Yeah?” I said.
“Meet me in an hour at the club.”
The line went dead, and I bit back another curse.
I returned to the bed and kissed her awake.
“You’re leaving?” she asked groggily.
“I have to work,” I whispered. “But I’ll be back.”
And I would be, as soon as I could.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
I was at the club an hour later as requested, though I was unhappy about it, something that I knew I projected with my stance and the mean expression that twisted my features. I marched to my destination without pausing, paying the thumping music, raised voices, and crush of bodies no attention. Without pause, I walked to the office where the boss managed affairs. I stopped in front of the table where he sat with three others. He inclined his head slightly, and the other men stood and left without a word. I knew all of them, but I didn’t spare them a passing glance.
“Have you handled that thing for Shaughnessy?”
“I’ll get to it,” I said gruffly.
“Good. You are a valuable member of this organization, and I trust your judgment, but you have to let this Shaughnessy thing go.”
“I fucking despise that guy. He’s scum,” I said scornfully.
“Useful scum,” the boss said matter-of-factly.
I couldn’t refute his statement, so I stayed silent.
“Is this Shaughnessy thing going to be a problem?”
He stared at me with hard eyes. I wasn’t afraid; I never was, but I didn’t want to test the limits of his affection for me. He was not a man known for sentimentality, and given Shaughnessy’s value, I doubted he would choose me should he be forced. I didn’t blame him; I would have made much the same decision were I in his shoes. Which is why I never wanted to be in his shoes.
“It’s bullshit that I have to clean up his domestic affairs.”
“It is, but think of it as a token of appreciation. And once you handle this for him, I’m going to have someone else step in. You and him are trouble, and I can’t have that. But you hurt his feelings, so you need to smooth this over.”
I nodded, swallowing the bile that burned at the back of my throat. “Anything else?” I said.
“Anything you should tell me?” he retorted.
I couldn’t tell if this was a fishing expedition or if he had some real information on me and April, but unless he outright asked, I would reveal nothing.
“No.”
“Okay. Take care of Shaughnessy’s issue, and I might have another thing coming up.”
“Just let me know the particulars, and I’ll handle it.”
The boss nodded, and I left, not bothering to say good-bye in my haste to return to April.
Chapter Nine
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br /> The two weeks that followed were the best of my life, the best I knew I’d ever have.
I handled my work, but those moments were just blurs, tiny blips of time between visits with April, and I craved my time with her with a hunger I couldn’t explain and treasured them like they were the most precious jewels.
Today was one of April’s rare days off, the first she’d had since the attempted robbery, and I’d made the most of it. I hadn’t let her get more than a few feet away for hours, taking every opportunity I could to touch her, fuck her, make love to her, and just be with her. And she didn’t seem to mind, gazing at me with mix of longing, acceptance, and affection that I’d never thought I would experience. I treasured each moment with more than the last, looked forward to each time I was privileged to be with her, tried remember every second.
And right now, I had one particular memory I wanted to make.
“Up you go,” I said, smacking her ass playfully before I lay back on the bed.
She glanced down my body, taking me in with avid eyes that never failed to make my cock stir, this time being no exception. I swelled to full attention as she watched, and the naked heat in her eyes had me curling my fists around her sheets to keep myself from pulling her under me and pounding us both into ecstasy. My cock jumped at the thought, and based on April’s sly smile, her mind was in a similar place.
Maybe later. Right now I wanted her on top, wanted to see her writhe above me, have all of her so soft abundance available to my touch as I watched her take her pleasure. I fisted my cock and stroked myself, chuckling as the heat in her eyes went from scorching to inferno. She’d told me how much she enjoyed watching me touch myself, and I’d told her how much I enjoyed watching her watch me.
I moved my hand over my shaft with lazy, slow swipes, and used my other hand to grasp her hip.
“I want to watch you ride me,” I said.
A faint smile still played on her lips, but there was trepidation in her eyes now, where before there had only been passion. I was surprised; April had always been an eager and avid participant in our bedroom games, willing to try anything, so her hesitation stilled my hand and had me tightening my hold on her waist.
“You don’t like that?” I asked.
“I haven’t…I’m not comfortable with that, you know, being on top,” she said hesitantly.
The late-afternoon sun that pored through her bedroom windows lit her in an almost unearthly glow, and I waited to speak, content to just stare at her.
“Why not?” I eventually asked, my tone demanding.
I wouldn’t have secrets between us—I chose to overlook my own—and the expression on her face told me there was more to her reluctance than a simple preference.
“It’s not a big deal; I’m just not comfortable with it,” she said.
I moved my hand up the sweet curve of her waist, the swell of her breast, finally to rest on her cheek, but I didn’t speak, instead leisurely swirling my thumb across her jaw, sitting up to pepper kisses on her face and neck as I waited.
“I just worry…I mean, I’m…larger. I might hurt you,” she finally said quietly.
I laughed out loud, letting the full measure of my humor have free rein in a way I hadn’t for years.
“Come on; that’s not funny,” she said as my laughter continued, her voice somewhere between amused and exasperated.
“You’re wrong. That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time. Hurt me? Compared to me, you’re the tiny, and I can’t wait to feel you over me as you roll those amazing hips on my cock, can’t wait to thrust into you as you do,” I said, my laughter fading into a husky, desire-filled whisper.
From her expression, I could tell she remained unconvinced, and so I pressed my lips against hers in what I hoped was a reassuring kiss and then I rolled until I’d pinned her under me, my cock nestling against the warm heat of her wet cunt.
“April, honey, I just want to enjoy you and have you enjoy me, and if you don’t want to be on top, you don’t have to be. But I am going to fuck you,” I said, rocking into her slightly to emphasize the point.
She moaned low and kissed at my collarbone, and I let myself revel in her touch, in the wet heat of her cream coating my cock.
“I could be inside you right now with nothing between us. Would you like that, feeling my cock against your walls with no barrier? Feeling my cum deep inside you?” I whispered into her hair.
I’d thought of it so many times, slipping my cock inside her, fully making her mine. And she seemed pleased by the thought as well, widening her thighs so that I lowered even closer, my cock now only a breath away from her core. She linked her fingers behind my neck and looked up at me, her eyes open wide and shining clear in the sunlight.
She was offering herself to me, showing me her trust, and I wanted so much to take her, to take it, that I didn’t think I could stop myself.
But I did.
I wanted her, badly, but I couldn’t take this gift with lies between us. The April I’d come to know was kind, decent, and somehow, I’d managed to make her think I was the same. But I wasn’t, never would be, and what little shred of decency she’d reignited held me back.
So I kissed her, deeply and passionately, and then I rested on my side, facing her as she lay on her back. She glanced at me sharply, surprise in her eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, letting a bit of the awe I felt bleed into my tone.
“And you’re blind, but thank you anyway.”
“You don’t think you’re beautiful?” I asked.
“Not by a long shot. I’m just average April,” she said matter-of-factly.
She was anything average, was so much more I could barely put it into words.
“You on the other hand…” she said.
“Oh, you like this ugly mug?”
“It’s exquisite.”
“I guess we’re both blind then,” I said. “But I don’t need sight to do this.”
I swiftly gripped her waist in both my hands and turned her over that she was lying facedown, her smooth back and the rounded curves of her ass exposed to me completely. She squeaked when I turned her, but the sound turned to a moan when I ran a finger down her back until it reached the sweet little hollow above her ass and then back up again.
I followed the same path with my lips, loving the feel of muscles under soft padding as she writhed against my touch. As I kissed my way down her back, I squeezed and tugged at the rest of her, scraping my fingers across her hard nipples, grabbing at the generous flesh of her sides, and then curving a hand under her belly and pushing her up until she was on all fours, her ass and the hips I’d admired for so long offered to me.
After I’d kissed my way to the base of her spine again, I curled my tongue into the hollow there and then moved down, sucking the skin of one of her ass cheeks into my mouth as I squeezed the other. I’d left my mark on her before, but never here, and I again pulled back, anxious to see the deep red bloom under the brown of her skin, satisfied to know that even when I left, some part of me would remain.
My eye was caught by the deep crease that separated her cheeks, and I ran my thumb down the spilt, laughing lightly when she shivered. I let my thumb hover over her back hole and them I went lower, dipping two fingers in her cunt, letting her wet heat drench me. I pulled the fingers out until they rested on the edge of her entrance, swirling the digits in the wetness that fell from her.
Her muscles pulled tight as I retraced my path, but this time, I lingered at her back hole, pushing against it with only the smallest measure of force. And then I pushed a little harder and then a little harder, her tender tissues opening ever so slowly at my invasion.
“Has anyone taken you this way?” I asked, my voice low, almost harsh with arousal.
When she didn’t respond immediately, I pushed in farther. In response, she puffed out a, “No.”
“Would you let me bury my cock deep in your ass, let me fuck you here as hard as I want?” I ask
ed as I pushed a little farther and used another finger to swipe at her clit.
“Yes,” she responded, this time almost immediately.
I smiled; I’d been almost certain that she hadn’t allowed anyone to take her there before, but to have it confirmed, and to know that she would give herself to me this way had my arousal on overdrive. I removed my fingers and grabbed my pants, furiously searching for a condom, which I retrieved used to quickly sheath myself. I grabbed a cheek in either hand and spread them, staring down at her tight pucker and then lower to her glistening pussy lips.
Then I released a cheek and gripped my cock at the base, prodding at her tight entrance. I would take her here, but not today. I didn’t have the control to be gentle, and as much as I wanted that tight channel to close around my cock, be the first, the only, person to take her in this way, I wouldn’t risk harming her.
So I moved my cock lower, aiming it at her pussy. Then I gripped her hips, letting the soft yet firm fullness of them fill my hands. With one unnerving thrust, I entered her, not stopping until I’d buried myself to hilt, holding her hips tighter. She propped herself on her forearms, and when I saw that she’d braced herself, I let my weight rest on her back, slid my arms around her waist until I gripped her stomach, and then I let loose, pistoning into her as hard as I could, slamming into her over and over again.
She moaned out loud and arched back into me until I held her even tighter, keeping her still as I pumped in and out of her, the heat and wetness of her pussy evident even through the thin latex barrier.
My balls drew up tight to my body, signaling my imminent release. I lowered my hand and rolled her clit between my forefinger and thumb, teasing and stroking the bud, praying that she reached her climax soon. She did, crying out loud and low, the walls of her pussy clamping down on me like a vise. One last thrust and the grip of her pussy, her clit between my fingers, her lush, full curves padded against my body sent me over the edge.
I huffed against her ear, panting out as my cum exploded from me. I collapsed against her, my sweat-slicked skin pinning me to her as I breathed out hard and fast, my heart pounding in time with hers.