by Amarie Avant
And I’m at a loss for how to answer her question. Do we have a future? Her dark gaze searches mine for truth. We do… if we continue to survive. “Well, uthando lwami, as long as there’s breath in these lungs,” I hit a fist against my chest, “there’s an us.”
Those brown orbs of hers liquefy into melted chocolate, and damn, I might have a few social issues, but I’ve finally managed to say the right words.
Grabbing her, I pull her breasts from the tube top she’s wearing, grip her ass, and lifted her on my waist. My lips make an o-shape around her nipple, and I suck it into my mouth on my way to the bathroom. The light sensors flick on as I place Mikayla onto the counter. She reaches for me before I can move toward the shower, our mouths demanding for another kiss that blows my mind.
“Should I fuck you clean or dirty?” I ask her, slamming my hands down onto the ledge at either side of her thick hips.
“We’re really dirty, already, Jagger…” Her eyes twinkle.
“All the better.” My mouth claims hers.
Mikayla moans while taking a deep breath. She shoves softly against my chest. “C’mon, big boy, let’s get you clean,”
“Me clean?” I scoff.
She slides down from the countertop in front of me, pressing her hands against me again. “Yes, Jag.”
As Mikayla heads to the shower, I nod to her. “I’ll join you soon, uthando lwami…”
A playful laugh plasters on her face. “Don’t take too long.”
She turns on the spray and gets inside. I can’t help but smile as condensation fogs the air. The moment Mikayla is out of sight my face is set into a hard frown.
Somewhere deep inside, against my better judgment and good upbringing, I had feelings for Ava Sinclair. Nowhere near as much as I care for Mikayla and certainly not love. It was the sort of feelings you get for someone after you’ve crossed paths with them a wealth of times. We completed a few assignments together. So I got use to that bitch.
The person who screwed me over has to be Ava. She’s a higher up at X Member and has the privilege to know about my past assignments. Aram Petrossian found out about Long Beach, and perhaps he wasn’t hounding me to tie up loose ends. Maybe he was blackmailed, and he fucked over himself in an attempt to murder me before the brotherhood became aware that he sought the blood of his brother… That makes much more sense than him targeting a man, one he knows first-hand has a fondness for murder.
And the African warrior. He had no markings. There’d be no need for the Zihula’s to send him since they’re the ones paying me to apprehend her.
It’s Ava Sinclair. It has to be. There’s no one else.
I knew I could never trust a bitch like Ava Sinclair, and yet she still managed to weasel me into this contract.
I pull my cell phone from my suit pants and text Ava.
ME: Are you dead to me now?
This was just a courtesy text message to prepare her for what’s coming. I can’t say that Ava put a gun to my head and forced me to fuck Mikayla, but she had her hands in this. Somehow Ava orchestrated my connecting with Mikayla, and there has to be a reason. And now, if any other members find out, there’s a kill-head over me. And if the Nivieans become aware, they’ll have their own deadly consequences for Mikayla and I.
The iPhone app tinkers as Ava begins to respond. The dots continue to slide by until an automatic “read” time appears. The bitch doesn’t even have the balls to address me. A simple yes would have sufficed.
Well, that’s answer enough for me. So if I broke the rules by having Mikayla Bryant, might as well continue enjoying the ride. I pull off my pants and determine that Ava and whatever I’m missing regarding Mikayla’s X Member profile will have to wait.
Naked as the day I was born, I grab my washrag and get into the shower. The swell of Mikayla’s luscious ass is facing me. Her chocolate brown hair has crinkled as she’s washing off some sort of blue cream from her it.
“Oh, you weren’t supposed to see me looking like a smurf,” Mikayla grins as she turns around, allowing the water to stream down the thick conditioner in her hair. It has my mind on the creamy wetness between her thighs. She gestures for my washrag, and I gladly hand it over. As she lathers it with soap, my eyes zero in on the chocolate coils hiding the sweet, tight lips of her pussy. I had a taste just this morning. I’m beginning to think that the more I have her the greedier I’ll become. I start to grip her hips, but she swats my hands.
“Tsk, I need you clean, Jagger.”
“Shit, what I have in mind has nothing to do with me,” I grunt.
“Oh yeah?” she retorts, rubbing the sudsy towel over my chest. She moves meticulously, slowly, as if still holding onto some part of her innocence. Damn, we have yet to really break Mikayla in, but my cock is heavy weight and up for the challenge. She licks her lips, working her way down my abdominals. I can feel the slight tremor of her fingers as she drops the towel and places her hand onto my beast.
I moan in pleasure as her soapy hand glide the length of me.
“What do you want to do with my dick, Kayla?”
She gulps. Her eyes widen as her gaze locks onto mine, but she doesn’t stop the erotically slow stroking of my cock. “I want to taste you, Jagger.”
I fist a hand full of her hair and help her to her knees. I’m fucking shaking, in anticipation, as if I’ve never had a blowjob in my entire life. Half the time I’m growling at a woman for being too soft. I like it when a woman grabs a hold of my cock with confidence and begs for me to cum down her throat. But this is a fucking tease. This is beautiful, and has made me weaker than she’ll ever know, as I wait for her lips to touch me.
Mikayla settles down on her knees, her luscious ass resting on her heels. I suck in a slow breath.
She glances up, offers a smile that would have any other man declaring his love, before her pillowy lips touch the tip of my cock.
“This is my first…” Mikayla closes her eyes in embarrassment, then opens them while taking a deep breath. “I’m … you make me nervous.”
I run a hand through her beautiful kinky hair. “Uthando lwami, you have me wrapped around your fucking pinky finger right now. Take it slow.”
“Slow,” she says, like her usually confident, intelligent self. “I can do that.”
“And enjoy yourself,” I say with a laugh. See, this is a fucking first. It’s like I’m the virgin here. I add, “It’s not science.”
“Technically it’s anatomy,” she growls, again, her cheeks warm with embarrassment, “I’m going to stop talking now.”
Mikayla swallows my cock into her mouth in an attempt to stop her nervous chatter. My steel muscles for legs weaken as her velvety mouth takes in as much of my cock as she can. She gags slightly, and then, this time, she plunges her mouth down my erection. A moan vibrates in the back of her throat as she fervently works it like a lollipop.
Beautiful brown eyes peek up from long eyelashes as Mikayla grins.
Mikayla
I was so scared a moment ago. When I was younger, and I wasn’t the ‘big’ cousin who snuck a splash of Brandy in my younger cousins’ eggnog, I was the ‘little’ cousin. My older cousin, conveniently named Kim, by the way, had one favorite song. It was back when people purchased singles on CDs. I can remember cringing at the lines to Lil’ Kim’s “Big Momma Thang,” where the rapstress said, “I used to be scared of the dick. Now I throw lips to eat the shit…” yeah, you can pretty much get my drift here.
I was afraid of the dick.
Well, up until a minute or so ago. Now, I totally get it.
Every time Jagger is naked he seems to have grown bigger, taller, stronger. My mouth was drowning in saliva the moment he got into the shower. I mean, he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Not a single bit of airbrushing. And his cock. Gigantic. So, I spoke without thinking, a nervous ball of jitters in my stomach.
It felt like I was eye level with an anaconda, which had the potential to swallow me whole!
Then, I contemplated how to navigate this monster! And I said something stupid, before lunging myself at Jagger’s dick. I’ll admit, last night when I gave myself to him, his cock felt good, but hard, hard as diamonds.
It still feels titanium hard, yet it has this smoothness to it that my tongue loves swirling around. I’m no Lil’ Kim, and he’s probably had much better, but damn it, as my tongue surveys Jagger’s cock, I think I owned the shit out of his dick—at least, according to my capabilities.
My pussy is aching, so much so, that I find myself rubbing my hand between my thighs, searching for some relief. My tongue runs along his cock as my finger glides inside of my hiding place. Jagger’s watching, and he’s grunting in lust.
“Kayla, keep fucking me, keep fucking yourself…” his voice is a low growl.
I’m starving for a taste of something that I’ve never had. I suck intensely, damn near attempting to lick the vanilla off his cock. The head of him slaps against my throat, again and again, until I start to learn how to grip my tonsils down on his dick, giving it a squeeze at each thrust.
My heartbeat is rising. My body is on fire as water streams down my back, slithering down the crack of my ass and gliding along with the rain of cum from my pussy. I moan deeply, coming as I continue to love how he fills up my mouth.
I start to get another stride, my lips puckering at the tip of his cock, causing the ending sensations to spark. Jagger’s toes crunch under.
Yesssss! I’m content with pleasing him. I run my tongue along his cock, before pulling his warm, welcoming shaft back into my mouth. Then I start up another rhythm, starving for more, as I go faster, faster.
“Kayla, I’m going to come, beautiful,” his voice is a hoarse whisper, as if he’s been holding in his feelings.
My jaws get to working even harder, I suck like my life depends on it.
“Kayla… baby, stop… I’m …” he grits out the words in warning.
Forget the warning, I’m getting him off, dammit. I stop screwing myself and focus on Jagger. Pleasing him. My hand massages his balls and my mouth increases the intensity.
He grunts. “Oh, fuck, Mikaylaaaaa!”
He explodes in my mouth. I swallow rapidly, welcoming his cum filling my throat over and over again. His cock throbbed with each eruption. I could get full off Jagger’s seed as thick cum jets into my mouth. I savor each drop, letting it slide down my throat.
I’m licking my lips and looking up at Jagger for approval when he gently paws my face with his hands. For a man who can scold or frown you half to death, my heart warms when he smiles at me.
With the torrents of rain showering down on us, he can’t tell, but my eyes are glossed with tears. I love this. Whatever this is.
Jagger
Mikayla is antsy in the passenger seat of the luxury car, Harry assisted with renting, while we dined at our hotel, Julian Serrano’s the Spanish based restaurant. Which reminds me, I have a chef she’ll love in Spain. The man chatted up Mikayla while brining dinner, and he was baffled that I prefer to drive instead of utilizing one of their chauffeurs. But little does he know, having a driver leaves a witness that ties us to the spot where William Freedman will ‘last be seen.’
The GPS system of the supercar hasn’t been quite disabled, yet virtually rerouted, so once Harry returns it to the exotic car rental, the outline of tonight’s trip will indicate that Mikayla and I traveled to one of the casinos off the strip, based on the sum of mileage that’s used when I drop Freedman’s body—but in a vastly different area.
“Dinner was so good, albeit I think I have to…” she places her hands over her lips and gulps. “Oh god, oh god, Jagger next time you decide to murder someone, remind me not to enjoy paella or flan… or any other food in general, prior to.”
Little does she know, my plan is to keep her. There’ll be more deaths, so I’ll keep her suggestions in mind. For now, I chuckle while glancing at the route on my cell phone. The sex club Freedman has invited us to must be one of those pop ups, because Google maps insists that our destination is a drop off into the middle of the desert. “You’ll do fine.”
“Come again? And I’m not being metaphoric, Jagger. How the hell will I do fine when I don’t plan on having any sex. The crap you pulled at the High Roller Ferris Wheel crossed enough lines as it is.”
Even though I meant murdering the guy, my shoulders shift as response.
“Oh, cute, we’re back to the shrug thing. You resemble the three-headed monster, FYI.”
“Damn, I forgot, when angry you use that mouth of yours. There are other things you can do to calm your worries.” I grab my crotch.
“Pft…” she folds her arms and glances out the window. Moments later, Mikayla addresses me again. “Don’t your palms hurt?”
“No.”
“You still have gashes in them.”
“When I was fucking you in the shower, I still had the stab wound from Trick. Didn’t stop me. Nothing stops me from what I enjoy.” I hope she reads between the lines.
Lips pursed, Mikayla turns toward the window again.
A text message pops up on my iPhone.
WILLIAM: I’m waiting in my car. What’s your ETA?
I slide my thumb to move the message and continue to follow Google Maps. That asshole blew us off this morning, now time is of the essence? I can tell he’s the type only to become eager when pussy is around. He can fucking wait.
***
Turns out, William doesn’t have much time to wait for us. An old multilevel adobe pueblo appears in the distance. The supercars, which surround it, stick out like sore thumbs beneath the stars and Joshua trees.
Mikayla glances around. “Sheesh, under any other circumstances, I’d like to know the history about this place… and these idiots are using it for freaky fetishes.”
“Yes, I’m sure the inside of it has lost all its original character to.” I say, pulling in between a cactus and a Cadillac Cien Concept. There are a few parts that I’d like to lift from this vehicle. With limousine tent on the windows, I can’t see inside, but the license plate places it as belonging to Freedman.
“I’m still not interested in going inside,” Mikayla murmurs as I get out of the car.
“Don’t worry about that,” I close my door, and come around to her side to open hers up. Just as Freedman’s guard and driver get out of the front seats of the Cadillac. Freeman eagerly opens the back door just as the driver started for it. With his eyes all over Mikayla, he stands and adjusts his tie.
“What a stunning vision!” William says. “Alisha, you—”
My Magnum revolver targets his left kneecap. The entire bone is blown to smithereens. William falls in a heap, screaming like a boiled cat. I aim for his two bodyguards. The driver turns around, unsuspecting. He doesn’t even have a chance to touch his piece before he’s shot, execution style, between his eyes. Brain and skull matter spray against the driver side door.
The second bodyguard, who has at least had the opportunity to touch his gun, falls down dead next to a Glock .40 Caliber. He had better luck bringing a knife to a gun fight than attempting to shoot me with that inaccurate piece of crap. The bullets are half the size of my .357 revolver.
Mikayla places her shaking hands over her lips. The gunfight lasted all of five seconds. After ten more, I hold out our car keys for her. She doesn’t take them. With William screaming at the top of his lungs, I pistol whip his temple. His face slams into the dirt, instantly unconscious. Blood drips into the sand as I cuff him. Looking up at Mikayla, my voice is sincerer, “Uthando lwami, are you able to follow me?”
“I…”
“I need you to calm down. What’s done is done.” I tell her as I toss him in the backseat again. The security guard and driver are placed in the trunk next. “The longer we stand around the more chance we have of being seen. Someone could be looking out the window now, Mikayla.” Man up, because William is all yours, uthando lwami….
I kiss her hard enough to rev her engi
ne and get Mikayla hurrying toward the driver side of our rental.
“Beautiful,” I call out to her.
She catches the key. That’s a good sign.
***
We’re on the opposite side of town, or rather the desert, when I find the perfect spot to drop these bodies. Might even come across a few bones, which has happened two out of four instances in which I dug graves in Nevada. The other two marks were sniped in plain sight leaving the authorities to clean them up. Sometimes the situation calls for it.
The Cadillac is impressively smooth over the baked desert sand. The ultra-white beams at the rear, signals to me the fact Mikayla hasn’t run away from me yet. I smile. If she doesn’t leave me over this, then we’re golden.
I rub my shredded palms together, contemplating the excitement I will have after she pulls the trigger.
My baby, my truck, and all the enjoyment I have while working on it doesn’t compare to this moment.
I hop out of the car and nod my head to Mikayla. The darkness surrounds us, and as my eyes adjust I notice the wide saucer look of her eyes.
Okay, baby steps.
“Get out of the car, Mikayla.”
Her hands hold tight to the steering wheel, and she shakes her head ‘no.’
Keeping her head forward, she speaks with mistrust as if she’s contemplating a conspiracy. Her voice is lowered due to the rolled-up windows. “You didn’t kill William. Why didn’t you kill him?”
I place my palm along the glass of the front driver side door. This is déjà vu. Her locking herself in a vehicle in fear of me… or in this instance, my very bad intentions for her.
“You are a smart girl, now open up for me…”
Mikayla’s angry gaze seeks out my own. “Not until you … you … God, what’s wrong with me? I literally was in the process of begging you to finish him.” She growls, placing her head against the steering wheel. Her tone is muffled by the glass but becomes further inaudible as she grumbles and argues with herself.
I lick my lips in anticipation of her giving in. This is sex to me. I took Mikayla’s virginity. And I’m going to enjoy having it once more as she claims her first life.