Jack - Perfect Burn: Hot Crime Romance

by Alice May Ball

  His eyes blazed as he bit his lip. He crawled onto the bed behind me. I crawled farther up. Away from him. Keeping my cheek down against the sheet and looking at him over my shoulder.

  I gasped and my breath caught as he ripped open his belt. He came nearer and I reached to tug at his shirt. I wasn’t smiling now, either. His eyes flashed and his lips pursed. He could see that if he didn’t unbutton the shirt that I would rip it and the buttons would all come off. Angry, he unbuttoned the shirt.

  He stood up to take off his jeans and shorts. It was the first proper look I got at his tattooed muscles, his hard contours, the ripples of his abs, the fine treasure trail. His massive, magnificent, muscled thighs. And that impossibly huge, dark hunk of manly heft, the proud, angry pole of his cock.

  My fingers were rubbing gently against the damp cotton covering my lips. When his cock twitched, I couldn’t stop my finger from trilling by the top, under the base of my clit.

  “Now.” He crawled back onto the bed behind me, that massive muscle—that hot, thick shaft between his thighs—pointed right at me. A little moan escaped from my throat. He grasped my ribs, slid his hands up inside the t-shirt to grab and squeeze my breasts. His face came over my shoulder and my chest fluttered as I tasted his hot breath. My knees were trembling.

  His huge shaft scraped against my panties and I reached back to hold it. His pulses sang in my cool fingers. He was so beautiful. Why did he have to be so dumb?

  He roughly pulled the gusset aside. Jammed his cock along my wet, pouting lips. Slid it up so my petals hugged the hot, uneven underside. I shivered as I felt its hardness. I caught the dark scent and I squeezed him.

  He stroked my wet lips, hard. “Ready to go for a ride?”

  I moaned. “Mmm.”

  “Let’s fire you up.”

  His slick bulb probed and parted my lips. I gasped as he impaled me and my juices slathered over him. My lips and my walls wanted him. But I had another plan.

  “Might need lube, Jacker,” I told him. This was going to be a tough plan to stick to. But stick to it I must.

  Pulling it unwillingly back, I guided his cock up, back, between the cheeks of my ass. The buzz of his flesh made my thighs shake. I took his hand. Pulled a finger to the bottom of my cheeks to show him where.

  He moaned, “Haley!” as he massaged my ass.

  “My tailpipe needs a service.” My heart juddered as I said it. Not for what was about to happen, although that was heart-stopping enough, but more for the thought of what would happen later. Would I be able to go through with it?

  His finger probed and I relaxed and he made an opening. He hesitated. He had promised Gregor he would leave right away. I’d heard him. Still, there are two things I know of—or I’ve heard of, at least—that no man can ever pass up. This was one. And he couldn’t.

  He went quickly to the shelf and unwrapped a little pack of butter. He worked that with his finger. The cheeks of my ass got real slippery, real fast. My juices were pumping so hard. The firm, gentle massage of his fingers helped me to relax. To my surprise, I was too excited to relax without help.

  Feeling his thumb, then a finger, then two fingers reach me in there, where no man had been before, I panted, hard. Every touch, every deeper contact, each new sensation made me more and more ecstatic. His fingers slipped inside me, then gently, he coaxed my ass onto the hot, hard head of his cock.

  It could have been the unfamiliarity, it was certainly a surprise, but he felt even more impossibly big. My back arched and I gripped the sheet, clasped and grasped at the pillow. I bit the flesh of my arm. I moaned a long, low, and guttural rasp. First he penetrated me. He let me take a breath. Waited while I closed and tightened around him. And relaxed again. Then he drew out and slowly slid back in. But a little deeper.

  Gradually, one smooth stroke at a time, he coupled us closer, pulled me farther onto him. Came deeper into me. Filled me. Rode me. Each stroke was longer. Every time, I couldn’t believe there was more. And on every stroke, he became harder. Fatter. Stiffer. And I swear, longer. When I felt his hips squeeze the cheeks of my ass, I knew that he would soon be all the way in.

  When he reached to hold my neck, I bent my head back to get my face as near to his as I could. From my thighs and my core, from my ass and my pussy, the shocks of sparking, electric sensation were so strong that my breath stuttered in bolts. Sensations swirled and swelled. It hurt with a deep, dull pain. But it was a good pain.

  I wanted to tell him how good it felt, how good he made me feel, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t trust myself to try. With what was to come, I knew I would choke. I nearly sobbed just from holding the thought of it out of reach.

  I was up on all fours, rearing into his arms. He drove all the way inside me. His strokes were long and hard now. Hard and fast. My little pussy pined at the slap of his balls as he slammed the whole length of his throbbing cock inside my soft, cushioned ass. All I could do was throw back my head. Feel the tender strength of his embrace as he bucked through me in long, precise, killer thrusts.

  I felt like I would drown in bubbling, brimming emotion when he shoved me facedown onto the pillow to slam in harder and faster. My ass bounced and slapped loudly and he roared my name like a mantra, and I felt the bolts of pressure that swelled his cock in rings from the base up to the head as he blasted his hot seed inside me, again and again.

  When he collapsed onto my back, a single sob did break out from my nose and mouth. But I caught it. It could so easily have become a flow. More so when he murmured. His voice was so soft, it was like a painted breath, on my neck as much as in my ear.

  “Haley, Haley. You’re wonderful.” I reached back to stroke his face. “Haley, I really…”

  Quickly, I turned. I kissed him full on the lips. I kissed him long, hard, and deep. Long enough to feel his heart patter. Long enough to stop another sob from getting past my throat. Long enough to stop him.

  I couldn’t bear to hear what I thought he was going to say.

  Not now.

  Gregor’s hold wasn’t enough to stop him from drowsing now and, in spite of myself, knowing it would only make it all the harder, knowing how much worse it would make me feel in the end, I let him. I stroked his face. Caressed the scars and tattoos. Traced the contours of his muscles. Felt him in my arms. Like he was mine.

  And he was. For those moments.

  My resolve was weakening. I went to run the shower. Shaking his shoulder gently, I roused him. Stroked his hair and ran my fingers through it. Softly, I said into his ear, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  I coaxed him. First he was drowsy, then he was unwilling, but eventually he followed me. Under the gushing water, he began to awaken.

  I soaped his muscles, caressed and massaged him as I rubbed the hefty cords down the strong triangle of his back. My wet, soapy breasts pressed up and down his back and against his clenching ass as I reached to scrub his chest.

  His thighs tensed and flexed as I sponged up the insides. Then in the steam, I found where he had really woken up. I could hardly get my fingers all the way around the thickness of his huge, bobbing cock.

  I slipped around front and knelt to stroke and pull and stretch his fabulous shaft. The tip of my tongue tickled along the length of the underside. His flesh tasted musty and his smell was intoxicating. I breathed hard as I licked the whole length of him. I slathered my tongue up and around the base. His hands caught my hair.

  “Haley…” He tried to pull me away, but his heart really wasn’t in it. I opened my mouth wide and popped it over his shiny, bulbous head. Then I licked up and down his underside with his cock in my mouth. I closed my lips around him. The base of his head rested near the back of my tongue. And he was about a third of the way in.

  His fingers gripped in my hair. Slipping my lips tight around him, I moved my head up and down along his shaft. My wet lips just held the sides, going a little deeper each time. Each time I slid my tongue farther down along the shaft.

>   His hands held my head tight. He didn’t pull or push or try to guide me, though. Not then.

  As I got deeper, sweet, thin saliva burst and gushed in my mouth. He shuddered, and juices burst in my pussy so hard it made me squirm. I had to let the fingers of one hand play a little pressure down on either side of my hood. Just for a moment, as I swallowed him some more.

  My other hand grasped his ass, tight. Sparkles of shock ran through me as his buttocks twitched and clenched. My head was just over halfway down the throbbing length of his thick, ridged pole. As his hot bulb touched the back of my throat, I started to suck. Gently at first. More saliva flowed. As I sucked, he shivered again. I felt the pulses in the backs of his thighs.

  Taking a deep breath through my nose, I plunged down and pressed. My throat muscles twitched and fluttered, but I was determined and they parted, hot, trembling, and wet to let him in.

  He gasped and called my name, “Haley!” and raked his fingers through my hair. From his knees he trembled, all the way up to his shoulders. His neck reddened. Still, he didn’t force my head. Until I put my hand on his. Pushed. Showed him that he could.

  That I wanted him to.

  Then he did.

  I gurgled and gasped and the swelling in his cock stretched my throat as he reached his edge, his point of no return. My nose got all the way to his pubic bone. My tongue stretched to tickle his balls. He shoved my head to slide the whole of the thrumming length of his cock, drove me faster and harder until a beat from his base rippled all the way to his head, and a hot, salty blast was the first of a fountain.

  Bolts of thick, sticky joy splashed into my mouth and dribbled out around my lips. He said my name again in a tone of desperate wonder as he slammed and jetted into my throat. Knowing what was coming, what had to happen now, I relished the taste, the smoky heat, everything about it.

  I held back a tear. I was sure that would be my last great moment ever.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  SHE STOOD CLOSE BY while I dressed.

  I knew that she didn’t want me to go. She thought I was an idiot. Maybe that was the moment this could all have gone differently. If I had said right then that I wouldn’t go to Gregor, if I drew a line in the sand there and then, perhaps it would all have turned out a whole other way. But I had already given my word. And, with what I knew then, this was the best way that I could keep her safe.

  She had the little Beretta ready. I told her to keep hold of it.

  “No, Ryan. You might need it.” I wanted her to tell me, I’m not going anywhere. Say, I’ll be right here. Because in spite of everything, that was what I so wished could be true.

  But what she did say was what she probably should have said before.

  First she came close, pressed up against my leather jacket, the flesh of her soft breasts around my arm and she told me:

  “I fired one shot. I shot the lock to get Tynie out of the garage.”

  I took the little gun back and slipped it into my sock.

  Then, she put a hand on my arm and softly, she whispered into my ear, “Remember, Ryan. Remember everything. All that we did today. All of what we did just now. You know what that was?” Her eyes sparkled and glimmered, shiny and wet. “That was love, Ryan. Real love. Remember the smell, the taste, the sound and the feeling. Don’t you forget one single, tingling instant of it. That was the real thing.”

  She blinked. And peered up at me. “Remember everything about it, Ryan, because you’ll never, ever feel it again. Never in your miserable, stupid, criminal life.”

  She pressed her lips together and her chest shook as she took a breath. “You can’t break out of who you are, Ryan. I know that. You’ll always pick up the phone and jump for the next job, the next big score. You’re a junkie for it, or you’re an idiot for it. Or maybe you’re just an idiot, I really have no idea. What I know is, I’m not going to spend my life with a man, wondering every day if he’s going to come home dead or if I’ll live the next ten years of my life between visits to some hell-hole prison facility. Bringing up children who never see their father? It’s not for me, Ryan.”

  She pulled back. “So remember. Remember it all. Because this was the real deal. And. You. Blew it.”

  ~~

  As I drove away, even as I pulled the van out of the motel lot, I was torn up, ripped in two by the urge to call her. I wanted to try and explain. But I knew she was right. Not in what she said about me. I was going to Gregor because I knew that, whatever I did, until I found a way to get him out of the picture, she wouldn’t ever be safe. I wouldn’t, either, but I could deal with that. Tynie might not, and I would have to protect him, too. But Haley… I couldn’t let Gregor get to her. No way.

  But she was right about me. I was not enough. Not enough, and not good enough for a woman as wonderful as her. She deserved someone more reliable, more sorted. A protector she could be sure would be there to protect her, when she needed him, whenever she needed him. She just deserved better. It was good that she made that break, and that she took charge. I never would have let her go. This way, it was for the best. For her. And that was what mattered.

  She was all that I could ever want. But I knew that I didn’t deserve her, and she deserved way better than me.

  I drove up the highway to the turn. As I drove back on the other side and the diner came into view, I figured that, one way or another, it would be the last time that I drove this way. The motel courtyard on the far side of the road, it felt like I was driving past home. But a home I’d dreamed of. Something I thought I had, but woke up and had to tell myself not to be so dumb.

  Nice life, but only a dream. My life was something else, and I was driving back to it now. I was just passing a fantasy, that was all.

  It looked distant now. Alien and strange, as it drifted by on the far side of the road. As I watched, a black Hummer slid into the motel parking lot. A black Hummer with Ratke at the wheel.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  BEFORE I DRESSED AND got ready to say goodbye to this place for good, I took a look out of the window at the motel courtyard. Another of those wide, flat, black SUVs was pulling in. I’d thought I might catch sight of Ryan. I’d meant what I said to him, but it didn’t stop me from wishing that it could all have turned out differently.

  Honestly, I was waiting for his call. It would come sooner or later, I was pretty sure. A part of me dreaded it. Another part of me was desperate for it. Whenever it did come, whatever he said, I knew that the sound of his voice alone would be enough to give me a hard time keeping to what I said.

  I would do it. But still, I wished he would call and talk me out of it somehow.

  I felt broken in two. We had come so close, so damned near, to being something really special. But he had to blow it. What if he can get a car to Gregor, get him gone? I thought. Maybe he could pick up the pieces. Maybe he could really make a start in LA. Yeah. Maybe. But would he take me along, and if he did, how long before he was after the next tailpipe?

  The door to the black SUV opened. “Hummer,” I remembered Ryan had called it. Climbing down from the cab was a figure I recognized.

  ~~

  There wasn’t enough space between the door and the window to really hide, and I hadn’t even had time to dress before he got up the steps. I had boiled the little teakettle. Squeezed against the wall and knowing that, if he didn’t see me from the window, he would definitely see me in my t-shirt and pants the second the door opened, I waited.

  His boots clumped about halfway along the landing, then got real quiet. The sound of his feet as they scraped outside made me tense and I saw his shadow on the wall in front of me as he peered in the window.