“Oh shit! Ah, ah… ah god!” I moaned as his cock worked my prostate with furious precision. My toes were curled to the point of cramping, but I didn’t care. He rode me like a pro, taking me to new heights of pleasure I’d never felt before. I had to try hard not to squeeze the life out of him as I held on during the ride he gave me. The bed rocked with our movement and I was in a state of delirium as my body was consumed with ecstasy.
“Mmmmm, fuck, such a sweet ass, baby. Told you I’d make you feel good,” he bragged.
All I could do was moan in pleasure as he fucked me. My body was tingling in all the right places and I felt my balls draw up again.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum!” I exclaimed, shocked I was about to shoot without even stroking my cock.
“Oh yeah, bust that nut, cum for me,” he encouraged as his hips swiveled this way and that, hitting all my sensitive areas.
“Jesus Christ!” I cried out because I was cumming hard as hell. I yelled as my climax erupted from me in several gushes, coating my face and chest. I could hear him growling lustfully as I came from his cock alone. He kept fucking me the whole time, which only intensified my pleasure.
“Fuck yeah, baby.” He pulled out of my ass, then flipped me over like a pancake. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me up onto all fours, then slipped his dick back into me for round two… for me at least. He hadn’t cum yet, period. God, I thought I had stamina! I gripped the sheets as he pounded my asshole into submission. Damn, it felt so fucking good and I loved the way his cock drilled me.
“Yes, fuck yeah… oohhh, right there,” I groaned as my eyes rolled up inside my head. My cock was rock hard again and ready to blow off another load and by the way he was working my asshole, I knew I’d be cumming again soon. By the rough, animalistic sounds he was making, I could tell he was about to blow his load as well.
“Oh shit… I’m about to cum, baby. Your tight, sweet ass is milking me so damn good,” he announced as he gripped my hip and shoulder while he power fucked my hole.
A few more thrusts and it happened, we came together screaming, grunting, and moaning as our cocks fired off. I could feel his jizz filling the condom inside of me as my cock squirted all over his sheets. We both convulsed as we came and I loved the way he felt quaking hard against me. There was something powerful about knowing the cocky bastard had come completely undone because of my body. I collapsed on the bed and he fell on top of me, panting heavily.
Well, he was right, it was completely different from my first time and I had enjoyed every second of it. All right, Jordan… I see what you mean. After a few minutes, Silver Fox rolled off me and tossed his condom away. I turned and looked at him and he was already watching me and grinning.
“How is your ass feeling now?” he asked.
“Well, I’m not too arrogant to admit you took me to school. I had no idea it could feel that good,” I said.
He reached over, slapping my ass cheek. “Damn, baby, that’s solid as hell.”
I nodded. He had no idea. “What time is it?” I asked.
He lifted his head, looking past me, which prompted me to turn around to see what he was looking at. It was the clock on his nightstand. “It’s ten minutes fast, so the time is five-thirty.”
Damn, I needed to get to the grocery store. I hadn’t planned on squeezing in an afternoon fuck on my errand run today. But there was no way I could have turned down Silver Fox, not in this lifetime. “I have to go,” I said, climbing out of his bed.
He put his hands behind his head to prop himself up as he looked at me. “I really enjoyed that.”
I smiled. “I did too. Where’s your bathroom?”
“Go outside and make a quick left.”
I grabbed my clothes off the floor and glasses from the dresser, and padded my way to his bathroom for a quick piss and a shower. He didn’t join me, but I kind of wished he had. Though, considering how off my schedule I already was, perhaps it was for the best that he didn’t. I dressed quickly and found him in his kitchen fixing himself a cup of coffee.
“Have time for a cup?” he asked.
“I’m really not a coffee person, but thanks. I do have to go,” I said.
He nodded. “Well, maybe our paths will cross again in the future, sexy boy.”
I blushed, I actually fucking blushed like a bitch, then smiled. “Maybe.” I needed to get out of there before I ended up fucking him again. God, everything about him was breathtaking. I left his apartment and hoofed my ass back to my car to finish my shopping. By the time I was done, I knew Jordan was going to have some shit to say about how long it took me to get back home. To make him happy, I stopped off at the Mexican restaurant a few blocks from our home. They had some fantastic burritos there and I had a taste for a Latin dish at that moment.
Chapter Thirteen
“About time you got home,” Jordan said as soon as I climbed out of the car. “I thought I was going to starve to death.”
I chuckled. “Shut up,” I retorted and starting pulling grocery bags from the trunk. He began unpacking the bags and putting items where he wanted them to go while I unloaded the car. After I was done with that, I helped him put the rest of the food up.
“So, what took so long?” Jordan asked as he finished putting the last item away.
“Long lines,” I lied. I didn’t even know why I lied, it wasn’t like Jordan didn’t know I fucked other people. Hell, he did, too. So why didn’t I just tell him?
“Well, maybe we should order something because now I don’t feel like cooking,” he said as he walked towards the sofa.
I pulled the bag of take-out from my car and walked over to the sofa, handing it to him. “I thought as much, so I came prepared.”
“Oooh, I love Mexican,” Jordan beamed as he reached into the bag, pulling out one of the burritos. He took his and gave the bag back to me with the other two. Yeah, I ate a lot. Jordan sometimes complained about my appetite when we didn’t have leftovers after he’d spent a long time in the kitchen cooking the meal.
We watched TV as we ate and when he was half-way done with his burrito, he turned to me. “So, who did you fuck while you were supposed to be shopping?”
I almost choked on my second steak burrito when he asked that. “What makes you think I was out fucking?”
He rolled his eyes. “Come on, now. I’ve known you long enough to know when you’ve been fucking. Plus, you obviously had a fresh shower because that’s not our soap brand I’m smelling on you.”
Shit, he was good, and right. I sighed and nodded. “I met a dude at the sex shop.”
Jordan laughed. “I knew it. Was he good?”
“Yeah, he was.” Damn good. Shit, he was sooo fucking good. My ass was still tingling from what he had done to me.
“Well, well, well, there is something different about you, that’s for sure,” Jordan said as he looked at me more closely, making me feel a bit nervous.
“What? What the fuck are you looking at?” I asked and checked myself out to try to see what he was seeing.
“There’s a glow to your cheeks, Eric.” His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “Oh my god!”
“What?” I asked, frowning.
“You got fucked!”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, even though a part of me was trying to figure out why in the world I was still trying to deny it.
“Oh, okay, play dumb with me if you want to. I see right through your bullshit. You got fucked, and you got fucked damn good. Hey, there’s no shame in it, even though you claimed you’d never bottom, like ever, whenever I bring it up.”
“I never said that,” I protested.
“Well, you might as well have by the way you were naysaying and shit. So, how big was his dick?” Jordan asked. He scooted closer to me as if he’d gather up all the gossip better.
I rolled my eyes and gave up pretending otherwise. “About ten inches.”
“Damn, okay, impressive. Did you take it like a pro or a bitch?�
�� Jordan teased.
“Seriously?”
“Answer the question.”
I huffed. “It was like my first time all over again, but only better. I see now why you enjoy it so much. Yes, it was very good, I came three times during the whole thing.”
“Ooohhh shit! Oh man, I wish I could have watched. I bet it was hot as fuck. Damn, he must have been special for you to want to go that route,” Jordan speculated. “You’re such a power top.”
I thought about Mr. Silver Fox and how he had made me feel from the moment I first laid my eyes on him, and nodded. “There was something about him that drew me to him. I can’t even put my finger on it, not even now, but yeah… he did it for me.”
“How hot was he?”
I threw my head back. “Too damn hot. Total silver Adonis.”
“Ahhh, man, now I’m jealous.” Jordan giggled. He reached over, brushing a curl behind my ear, and he gave me a sweet smile. “I’m happy for you.”
“You act like I got an A on my report card.”
“You did become enlightened today. Can’t I be happy about that?”
“I guess.”
“Do you want to see him again?” Jordan asked.
I thought about it. Sure, I didn’t know his name, but I knew where he lived. Having sex with him again, at least the prospect of it, made me smile and I nodded. “I would. Besides, he needs to give me a chance to show him what I’ve got.”
“Oooooh Oooh,” Jordan teased.
“Shut up!” I gave him a playful shove and he laughed, then blew me a kiss before going back to eating the rest of his burrito. I did the same, then took our garbage into the kitchen to toss in the trash.
“Oohh shit, Eric, they found Mr. Jingles,” I heard Jordan say, which caught my attention.
I quickly jogged back into living room and plopped my ass down on the sofa with my eyes glued to the screen. I listened to the reporter giving the “gruesome details” of this “heinous crime” and was proud of my handiwork. She announced that they were going to speak with the lead detective on the scene and when the camera switched to him, my mouth dropped open.
“Holy shit!” I yelped. I was so in shock, you could have blown me away with a feather. Right there on the screen, giving the press only the necessary details about my vigilante crime, was Mr. Silver Fox now revealed to be Det. Alexi Taylor. Fuck! He was a cop. Damn, did I know how to pick them?
“What’s wrong?” Jordan asked me.
“That’s him.”
He turned, looking back at the TV screen. “Who?”
“The guy I fucked today.”
“Oh shit! Damn. Okay, now I see why you’re tripping. I was just about to comment on how hot he was and how sexy his accent is.”
“This isn’t good. I have to be careful.”
Jordan shrugged. “It’s not like he knew it was Cobra he was fucking. Don’t panic.”
I nodded and tried to relax. It was a good thing now that we hadn’t exchanged names or any other information. The last thing I needed was to give a cop clues as to who I was. It didn’t help that he was investigating my crime.
“Maybe you’re right,” I said.
“We still have a job to do. Let them do theirs and we will do ours. Richard Tate shouldn’t get away with what he’s done. That would be an injustice,” Jordan pointed out.
That put things back into perspective for me. My moment of panic and vulnerability disappeared and I was focused on the big picture all over again. “Oh, don’t worry, he won’t. That bastard is next to die.”
“Good, because I found out where he lives… three of his homes, actually. But the place he resides at the most is located downtown in the Willshire Condos,” Jordan informed me.
“Pricey and with excellent security, but not a problem for me,” I said. Hell, when you could look like whomever you wanted to, getting into secured places was easy. “I’ll start on him tomorrow.”
Jordan nodded. “He deserves your brand of justice.”
And I was going to have a fun time dealing it out, just you wait.
Cobra: The Vigilante will continue in Volume Two
WWW.NICHOLASBELLA.COM
Cobra- The Vigilante Box Set 1 Page 19