Kid

by Korry Smith

  It was heavenly. I may have moaned louder than intended.

  Closing my eyes, I angled myself towards the nozzle and rinsed off the dried flecks of blood and smoke ash from my face. All the stress of the day flowed from me and went down the drain, leaving my body clean and my mind free of its weight.

  That was when I felt him.

  His rough hands were on my waist and getting tighter in grip as he trailed a slow, sensuous path up my spine with his warm lips. I drew in a shaky breath, trying to keep myself from collapsing. He drove me mad with desire, and my body just reacted with this uncontrolled greed whenever he touched me.

  Sliding his hands up, he palmed my water-soaked breasts, and gave them a gentle but firm squeeze, rolling his thumbs over my hardened nipples. Leaning down and pressing his rock-hard erection into my lower back, he sunk his teeth into my shoulder. Closing his mouth around the skin, he sucked and marked me gluttonously as his property.

  I gasped, reaching behind me to grab his cock. He throbbed in my hold. Drawing him in closer, I needed to feel every inch of this man inside of me.

  “Easy,” he murmured against my neck. Taking his hands off my breasts, he moved them down to my hips. Where they stayed, firm and gripping. “Now gently.”

  Easy and gentle, as instructed, I stroked him. He timed his movements with mine, aided by the water that now poured over our heads. Alex’s moaning and grunting into my ear was sexy as fuck. It made my pussy ache for him, but it wasn’t about me. I closed my legs to smother her pleas. It backfired, creating more of a throb, and the strokes to his cock became more needy, hasty.

  “Fuck.” Alex groaned, keeping one hand on my hip as he glided the other one up to my throat and pushed my forehead against the tile. He forced his knee between my closed legs and pried them open, widening my stance.

  My heart pounded in anticipation as I held my breath.

  Placing his hand over mine to guide me, he positioned his cock where we both wanted it most. It glided smoothly along my slit, the tip of the head parting my swollen lips, as it blindly sought entrance. I bent over, pushing my ass into him, and with one, slippery hard thrust, he was inside me.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned as my hands shot out, gripping the side of the wall and shower curtain.

  Pushing in further, filling me all the way up, and accessing every single inch. It stole my breath. He was thick, big, and each time, my body needed a second to conform to him. The hardness of him was unreal. It penetrated me like a steel pole. Each thrust hurt, but as he pulled out, pleasure overwhelmed me. I was addicted and cried for more.

  “Mmmm, such a good girl.” Alex stilled his movements, his dick just dipping into me. He caressed the curve of my ass, smoothing his hand over the pebbled flesh. I flinched for the inevitable sting that never came. This gorgeous, infuriating man was taking his time with me, but I wanted more.

  I craved friction.

  “Baby,” I whimpered, wiggling my body closer to him until his dick slipped back inside. “Please.”

  That simple plea was all it took, and he grabbed a handful of my hair for leverage, pulling out slowly, agonizingly, only to forcefully slam back into me.

  “Is this what you want?” he asked, pulling my ass back and ramming his hips into me. “You want to be fucked, don’t you?”

  “Yes!” I gasped, biting my bottom lip so hard it broke the skin. The metallic taste of blood only fueled my arousal.

  “Yeah,” he panted, “that’s what,” thrusting faster, “I fucking,” hitting me deeper, “thought.”

  Clenching around his pulsating cock, I wanted to scream. It felt so good. He quickened his pace, but my walls were squeezing him and making it harder for him to keep his tempo.

  “Damn, kid.” He dug his fingers into my ass. “That fucking pussy.”

  Our moans and smacking of his dick ramming into me were barely muffled by the tiled walls that surrounded the confines of the bathroom. They kept getting louder as the pleasure became more unbearable.

  Alex pulled out and spun my body around. “I want to see you…” Grabbing the sides of my face, brutal and needy, he held me there as his eyes flashed and bored into mine, locking me in his stare. He shoved me back against the wall, the water no longer spraying on us. “Fuck, baby...” Crashing our lips together, he forcefully pushed his tongue into my mouth.

  He was rough.

  He was domineering.

  He was mine.

  “Oh, God,” I said, my hands flying up and into his hair, gripping and pulling him down. Closer and closer, forever needing more and more of him, but never able to get enough.

  It will never, ever be enough.

  “Hold on to me,” he said.

  Draping my arms around his neck, he clutched the sides of my thighs and hoisted me up. Wrapping my legs around him and locking them at my ankles, he pinned my back to the wall and slid back into me with ease. Long and measured thrusts, deep and consuming, he slowed his pace, and eventually came to a stop. Holding me still with his weight, he tilted his head back and stared up at me. I moved the damp hair from his face and looked down into those perfect blue eyes. There was so much behind his serene expression.

  “I love you,” he said.

  That hit me.

  Hard.

  A lot harder than I expected.

  Burying my face in the crook of his neck, I hugged him as tight as I could and whispered, “I love you.”

  “Hmm,” he hummed, and I could feel him smiling against my wet skin. “Say that again.”

  “I love you,” I repeated, louder than a whisper, but still just as soft.

  “Look at me, baby,” he demanded.

  I pulled away from his neck and met his gaze.

  He smiled. “There you are, my beautiful and crazy girl.” He pushed forward, causing me to lose my breath. “Now tell me.”

  “I love you.”

  He leaned up and kissed my lips. “Again,” he ordered, slowly picking up speed.

  “I love you!” My voice was getting more ragged and strained.

  “Fuck! You have no idea...” He closed his eyes and rocked his hips, pushing in and out of me.

  I moaned.

  He grunted.

  With him buried deep and cocooned around me, I felt myself giving into the bliss. It was a slow and intensifying burn, flickering at the edges, and when he reached down between us, massaging me with his two fingers, that fire erupted into flames.

  I clawed his shoulders and whimpered. “Oh, God, Alex. Keep…yes, I’m gonna…”

  “So fucking good,” he said in a whisper, but I heard him loud and clear.

  He shifted and lifted me higher, angling our bodies in such a way that he hit a new spot, it was overwhelming, and pressing against my bladder. The sensation resembled a familiar urge, and I almost stopped him, but it changed as quickly as it arose...and holy shit...it wrecked me.

  It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It wasn’t like when Alex stroked my clit, which he was doing, or fucking me so hard my thighs shook, which he was doing, but this powerful and robust feeling reverberated in my stomach and shot through me.

  I came hard.

  Screaming out his name, and a slew of profanities, my body trembled with a feral carnality. It was everywhere. It tingled from the tip of my toes all the way up to the top of my ears.

  “Fuck!” Alex yelled, setting me down on my feet and pulling out.

  He put his hand on my chest and kept me pressed against the wall. Taking a broad step back into the path of the shower spray, he continued to stroke his cock, and I watched in fascination as he came.

  Brow furrowed.

  Eyes closed.

  Lips pursed.

  Muscles were tightening.

  Witnessing him get himself off and coming undone in such a primal way turned me on. Holy fuck was it hot. My pussy throbbed and ached. I wanted him again.

  Jerking and twitching, slowly coming down from his high, Alex stood up straight and towered over me. He op
ened his eyes, a small smirk curving at the corners of his mouth.

  “I ruined your shower.”

  “That’s okay.” I smiled; grabbing hold of his hands and pulling him back over to me. “Let’s ruin it some more.”

  Alex took a long hit and then passed it over to me. It was from Len’s stash. It was the best weed this side of Iowa. That wasn’t saying much, but the guy was picky about his mistress. She went down smooth, and the taste of her was sweet. It didn’t take much to get me off on her. I was feeling the effects of her kiss after three inhales of her joint.

  Blowing the smoke out, I gazed in wonderment as it floated towards the popcorn ceiling. It slowed and waved, a billowing white cloud, dissipating into a dull haze.

  Alex sat up and hovered over me, caressing the side of my cheek. “You high, baby?”

  I nodded.

  “Yeah?”

  I answered with a hum, which turned into a giggle.

  He scooted closer to me and grabbed the joint from my hand. I stared as he wrapped his beautifully puckered lips around the tip.

  I wanted to kiss them.

  I wanted to bite them.

  Alex met my gaze, leaning down and gesturing for me to open. Like so many times before, he blew the smoke into my mouth. I held it in, getting better at holding my own. It burned less, and I was able to keep it locked in my lungs. There was no repeat of passing out. The munchies were my enemy now.

  “You’re so beautiful when you’re high,” he said, pulling down the sheet and exposing my bare chest. He ran his fingers down the side of my right breast, and it was nothing more than a wispy touch, but it drove me to the brink of insanity.

  I squirmed, arching my back, and begging him to do more.

  “Do you trust me?” He trailed my rib cage with the back of his knuckles. I followed his touch with an abated breath as he came down to my sunken stomach and dipped below my panties.

  “More than anything.”

  He skimmed his nose along my jaw. “I’ll never hurt you.”

  “I know.”

  “Close your eyes,” he said as his fingers retreated.

  I wanted to cry out, but I trusted him, and with that trust, comes blind obedience.

  “That’s my girl,” he said, and he removed his heat from me. The bed jostled under the sudden weight shift.

  I listened as he messed with something on the bedside table. It sounded like he was removing the magazine from the Colt. He cocked it, and then placed something down. I think it was the bullet from the chamber, but I couldn’t be sure. He came back over to me and pressed his lips to mine. I clutched his arms, enjoying the feel of his taut muscles and protruding veins.

  “Keep your eyes closed,” he said.

  I gulped.

  My whole body was on edge.

  It was cold. That was my first impression. My second one was that it was hard and narrow. Alex traced it along my breasts. It aroused and puckered my nipples. What was he doing, and why was it affecting me this way?

  “Breathe,” Alex whispered, dragging the object down my stomach, circling my belly button, and gently adding pressure.

  There was a click.

  I tensed.

  He continued to move downward below the waistband of my panties.

  I gasped, jerking away from him.

  “Relax, baby,” he said, grabbing hold of my throat to keep me still.

  I tried not to move. It was hard to keep my body from reacting to Alex’s touch, but now he was sucking on my nipple and sliding something cold and hard along my slick lips. I clutched the bed sheets, unable to withhold the moan that escaped from me.

  “Fuck!” Alex groaned and propped himself up.

  When I opened my eyes, he glared and demanded that I keep them close. He even threatened to blindfold me if I didn’t behave.

  “I’m a good girl,” I vowed.

  He pulled my panties off me and parted my legs. I shivered as his hand ran down my left thigh. It was impossible not to look when he licked me. There was a pause, where nothing happened, and I knew he was watching to make sure I behaved.

  My eyes stayed coiled shut.

  Alex pushed me wider, getting his shoulders wedged and settled between my legs. He breathed on me. It tickled, but the anticipation of what he would do next was the worst. It started with his tongue. He lazily drew a line with the tip from my pussy-hole all the way up to my eager clit. I would come right then, but the cold, hard object reemerged and pushed inside of me, stunning my heart and breath once again. I was still as Alex slowly eased in and out. He would pull out altogether, stroking my lips with the moist, narrow, and rigid edge.

  “Alex,” I moaned as my fingers fisted the sheets and drew them up to me, peeling them off the mattress.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, gently shoving it back inside me.

  The sensation of his mouth kissing my lower lips, overwhelming tongue, and his gun working me was different but incredible. It was hard not to lose myself and come undone. I didn’t care about the thin walls or who might hear me. I screamed, and moaned, and tossed, and shook. My thighs closed around Alex’s head and kept him tightly locked there.

  It didn’t stop him from fucking me harder.

  The gun was deep inside me, and his teeth were biting and drawing my swollen, tenderly sore pussy and clit into his mouth. I rolled my hips and arched my back as the tingle came in like a whisper and finished as a shout. It was intense and crashed into me with force; it knocked me back.

  “I’m coming, Yes! Fuck!” I sat up and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pushing him deeper into me until the tickles ceased.

  With a whoosh of air, all my tense muscles relaxed, and I released my grip, falling back into the bed.

  Even then, with my breath coming out in a staggered pant, I didn’t open my eyes.

  If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.

  “God damn!” Alex chuckled as he scooted up on the bed and kissed my terse lips.

  My eyes peeked open, and he was admiring his smirk in the reflection of the Colt’s barrel. The once shiny, glossed chrome, was now smudged with our deed.

  It hit me then.

  I let him fuck me with his gun.

  I wanted to fight, yell at him for being so reckless, but I couldn’t muster the energy. The man made me come undone in an unbelievable way that everything turned hazy.

  “I’m hungry,” I said.

  “Me too,” he said, and turned to the nightstand to grab his phone, but something on the television caught his eye. “Holy fucking shit!”

  “Huh? What is it?” I asked, a little drowsy, but also thinking about how good a meatball sub sounded.

  “This is it, kid,” Alex said, his eyes were bright with excitement. “It’s starting.”

  “What’s starting?” I asked, still discombobulated from what had just happened. He had to give his girl a minute to come down.

  “They’re doing it. Those fucking assholes are doing it,” Alex said, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. He gestured towards the television. “Watch.”

  It was CNN or MSNBC or whichever; I didn’t care, what was important was that they were broadcasting a sought-after and recurring story of this generation’s Bonnie and Clyde. The ever-elusive couple had struck again in Nebraska. It was at a ma-and-pop store out in the middle of nowhere, but they were vigilant and had a security camera.

  “Oh, shit,” I said, my hands flying to my mouth in shock.

  It was grainy footage, not showing much detail, but that didn’t matter. The news showed a couple entering the store and robbing it. The clerk behind the desk was a young guy, in his early teens, and followed their demands without an iota of hesitation.

  It took all but two minutes to carry out the stick-up. They followed Alex’s rules down to the fucking letter. I was impressed.

  It was clear to me that it was Sawyer and Nyx who set it off. The guy in the video was lankier than Alex, and the girl had a body of a ballerina. Their proportions, as we
ll as the way they moved, were nothing like how Alex and I looked or even operated.

  It was too obvious. The public wasn’t going to buy it. People aren’t that stupid.

  “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Alex said, giving me a sideways glance.

  How long have I been thinking out loud?

  He laughed, sitting down the Colt and remote, lying back on the bed and pulling me along with him. “Come here.”

  “Don’t make fun of me,” I said, curling into his side, breathing in his intoxicating scent.

  “Baby, come on now.” He caressed my cheek. “Why in the fuck would I ever make fun of you? Huh? You’re perfect.”

  I snorted. “No, I’m high and hungry.”

  “Like I said.” He rolled over to face me, lips inches from mine. “Perfect.”

  “You’re high,” I said, quickly concealing my blush in the warmth of his neck.

  “Yes, always with you.” He kissed the top of my head. “Listen, tomorrow we start preparing for Saint Louis. You ready for that?”

  I hugged him. “If you’re there by my side, I am ready for anything.”

  “What if this ends badly and...” He sighed. “What if this path we’re going on leads us to certain death?”

  “Then I guess we’ll be spending the rest of eternity in Hell.”

  “You would give up Heaven to come hang out in Hell with a pathetic piece of shit like me?”

  It bothered me when anyone called him that, but it pissed me off when he referred to himself as a piece of shit. I’ll let it slide this time because what he said wasn’t the point. He wanted to know if my love for him was infinite.

  I pulled away from the comfort of his neck and propped my elbows on his chest. He raised his head to meet my gaze. “I’ll give up everything just to be with you.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  The morning sun was streaming through the brown curtains when Alex’s phone vibrated off the bedside table. It was Nyx. She was out of breath and frantic. The organizers cancelled the senator’s Saturday appearance in Springfield and he was flying home from Washington, D.C. later that day. That gave us less than seven hours to get to Saint Louis, break into the senator’s mansion, and stash all the drugs in the office desk drawers. What made matters even worse, we didn’t have any fucking idea how we were going to do that.