by B. B. Hamel
“Fuck. I love the way you moan while sucking my cock,” he said. “I love having my cock in your mouth, you dirty girl .”
I finally pulled back, jerking him hard and fast, moaning as I touched myself .
He stood up suddenly and grabbed his pants, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. He slipped a condom out from inside it and tossed his pants and wallet aside .
“Get up,” he said. I listened and stood. “Take off your bottoms .”
I stepped out of my bikini bottoms, kicking them away. I felt so exposed up in the loft, but I didn’t care. He sat back down on the bale and pulled me close to him .
“Put it on,” he said .
I took the condom, ripped it open, and slowly slid it down along his shaft .
When I was done, he took my hips and lifted me up onto him. I straddled him, his cock pressing against my pussy. I wanted to drop down but he held me there, looking into my eyes .
“Tell me how badly you want it .”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said .
“Tell me you want to feel my cock deep inside you .”
“I need it. I need you to fuck me .”
He pressed me down, pushing his cock deep between my legs .
The agonizing pleasure flooded through my mind. I tossed my head back, gasping, moaning, as he slowly filled me to the brim .
He kissed me then, leaving his cock inside me. I slowly began to slide back up and down, slowly at first, getting used to his heft, his size .
“Take all the time you need,” he whispered, “because I want to fuck that pussy until you scream my name .”
“Oh shit, Lucas,” I said. “I can’t believe how much you fill me .”
“Get used to it .”
I began to slide over him, and he used his hands to guide my hips. I worked up and down, sliding my pussy up and down his thick, hard cock. I could feel every inch of him inside me, filling me up as he kissed my neck and teased my nipples with his teeth .
“God I fucking love this body,” he said, slapping my ass .
I gasped. “Do that again,” I said .
He slapped me again, hard. I began to ride him faster .
“You like it a little rough,” he said .
“I do .”
He slapped my ass again and then thrust his hips up, slamming his cock deep inside me. I gasped, a shiver of pleasure exploding through me .
“Again,” I begged .
He slammed himself again, slapping my ass. He took a nipple between his teeth and gently teased me as he slammed himself inside me .
“Oh fuck,” I said. “Oh my god, keep doing that .”
He continued to fuck me, and I simply let him have his way. I took his thick cock deep into my pussy, letting him press hard and fast, his hands slamming my hips down. I loved the sound of our skin slapping together, the rough sound of his grunts and his hands on me as he fucked me .
I began to take over, riding him, working my hips. He leaned back, putting his hands behind him, and I steadied myself with my hands on his chest .
“Go ahead, girl,” he said. “Ride that dick .”
I let myself work him, riding hard, fast. I couldn’t think or breathe as I rode, moving my hips in circles, working my back. I let out long moans and gasps, loving the sensation .
Suddenly he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off. We stood for a moment, and then he pressed me down on top of the hay bale, spreading my legs wide for him .
I thought the hay would be scratchy and hard, but it was surprisingly soft. He stood in front of me, his cock at the perfect height. He spread my legs wide and pressed himself deep inside me .
“Shit,” he said. “You’re so fucking tight .”
“And you’re so big,” I groaned .
“I love slamming my cock inside you.” He began to thrust, holding onto my hips, standing in front of me. “I love watching your tits move while I fuck you roughly .”
His cock thrust hard and deep inside me, working roughly. His hands roamed my body, gripping my hips and grabbing my breasts. I moaned loudly and openly as he fucked me .
He began to rub my clit, and I knew it was sending me into shivers. I kept my legs spread wide, my hands up above my head, steadying myself on the edge of the bale .
“I want to see you come,” he said. “I want to see this pussy come on my cock .”
“Keep doing that,” I said .
He continued thrusting, one hand on my hips, the other working my clit with soft, agonizing, incredible motions .
“Oh god, keep going,” I said, feeling it build .
“Say please,” he commanded .
“Please. Please, Lucas, fuck me. Fuck me. Make me come .”
He thrust harder, his fingers working my clit faster, and I felt the orgasm come over me .
My whole body tensed, stiffening, twitching slightly from the pleasure as it rolled over my skin and mind. He fucked me deeply, holding my body, rubbing my clit, as I moaned his name over and over .
The orgasm crested and rolled over me, finally ending slowly. He climbed on top of me, pressing me down on the hay bale, sliding his cock in and out .
“Fuck, girl,” he said. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen .”
“Come on,” I said, blushing again .
“I mean it. You coming makes my fucking blood boil hotter .”
“Then it’s your turn,” I said, smiling at him .
He moved back off me and I gasped .
“You want me to come ?”
“Yes,” I said, looking at him .
He grabbed my hips and pulled me off the bale, turning me around. He pushed me over, spreading my legs, bending me down .
“Then I want this ass in the air. You think you can take it ?”
“Yes, I can take it,” I said .
He grabbed my hips, thrusting himself deep between my legs. I held onto the bale as he began to fuck me from behind .
“God I love this little round ass,” he said, smacking me .
“Fuck me, Lucas,” I said. “Slap my ass, pull my hair, and fuck me .”
He grabbed my hair, whispering into my ear. “I do the commanding,” he said, thrusting into me .
“Yes, you do,” I said .
“And I want to come in this pussy. I want to fill you up .”
“Come in my pussy, Lucas .”
He pushed me back down, fucking me roughly. His strong arms gripped my hips, thrusting with such intensity. I could tell he was close based on his grunts, and so I began to work my hips for him, pressing my ass back against him .
He thrust harder, slapping my ass, pulling my hair, taking my body. He completely owned me, his strong arms working me, his cock thrusting inside me, and I wanted him to come more than anything. I wanted him to feel how I felt, wanted his cum inside me. I worked my hips, moaning his name, loving it, loving the pleasure .
He was like an animal in his lust for my pussy, and it made me feel incredible .
I felt him suddenly stiffen as his strokes got longer, harder, rougher. His whole body tensed .
“Fuck, Natalie,” he groaned as he came deep inside me .
“Ah shit,” he said, slowing his strokes, slowly finishing .
I collapsed onto the hay bale, and he took a step back. I was covered in sweat, and I’d never felt so satisfied before .
“Your pussy is like fucking magic,” he said. “My god you’re incredible .”
He took the condom off, wrapping it up in some hay and setting it aside. He came over and wrapped his arms around me, holding his sweating body against mine .
I felt safe. I felt so safe there in his arms, my head high from the orgasm, floating in a cloud of contented pleasure .
“I want to stay like this for a while,” he said .
“I do too .”
And so we did. We stayed right there, feeling each other breathe, feeling right .
22
Lucas
W e stayed like that, wrapped in
each other, for over two hours .
I’d never done that before. Sure, I’d cuddled women every once in a while, but normally when we were finished, I just moved on. Instead, I actually found myself wanting to talk to Natalie, to get to know her .
She told me about her life, about having a reality TV star mother, and how that had really messed her up when she was younger. She told me about her mom losing the fortune, and how she promised herself that she’d never be like her mother .
And I was fascinated. I wanted to know more, to understand the way she thought about things, to figure her out. It was so strange that although we were just talking, I never got bored .
I found myself telling her things I almost never told people. I talked about growing up in the mob. I talked about the fear, the violence, and about eventually coming into my own as a captain .
My world was a strange, strange place, but I found myself wanting her to understand. Sure, she was my stepsister and living in my home, and so she needed to get it to some degree, but I wanted her to know me. I wanted her to get why I did the things that I did .
And the more she spoke, the more I wanted her to keep talking. Every word she said had me fascinated that a person could have so much inside them .
Time slipped away. The sun slowly sank down below the horizon, and I was well and truly hooked .
“And so she just stumbled back in?” I asked after Natalie had finished a lengthy story about another one of her mother’s long benders .
“Yep. Just like nothing had happened .”
“And you never skipped school? Didn’t throw a wild party ?”
“I told you, I was a good girl growing up .”
I laughed. “You’re not a good girl now .”
“I guess not .”
We fell into silence, looking out across the property, everything bathed in reds and pinks .
“Okay, I’m officially getting cold,” she said .
“I’d offer you my shirt,” I joked, “but I’m currently wearing it .”
“That’s okay.” She stood up, stretching. “I should go back inside .”
“Sure. Know your way ?”
“I’ll figure it out .”
I followed her over toward the ladder and helped her climb down. Once she was safe, I followed, hopping off .
I felt light, happy. It was strange .
“Well,” she said, looking awkward .
I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me. “Well .”
“Not sure what now .”
I slapped her ass and she giggled. “See you later .”
I let her go and she walked away, shaking her head and smiling .
I leaned up against the door to the stable and watched her go. One of the horses behind me made a noise .
“Yeah, I like her too, Rosey,” I said to the horse .
“Talking to horses now ?”
Vince materialized from the other end of the stable .
“Just Rosey,” I said to him, frowning. “Where’d you come from ?”
“Came to find you .”
“Following me ?”
“Relax,” he said, smiling. “I have good news .”
“Go ahead .”
He reached out and stroked Rosey’s face. “Well, you asked me to think of a solution for this missing shipment .”
“I remember,” I said, annoyed .
“We grabbed a guy .”
I raised an eyebrow. “You grabbed a cop ?”
He laughed. “No way. We grabbed a janitor .”
“Still, you grabbed a janitor who works for cops .”
“We checked him out. His name is Juan Altered. He’s a small-time crook, ex-con, got the job on some work program. Hasn’t talked yet, but we haven’t pressed very hard .”
“Shit,” I said. “Good work, Vince .”
“Thanks, boss .”
“Where’s he at ?”
“Safe house on 16 th .”
“Good. Let’s go .”
I followed Vince out toward the cars, though my mind was still very much on Natalie .
The girl drove me crazy. I wanted her, wanted to fuck her rough, make her come, make her mine. I wanted her to obey my commands and to watch her come hard on my thick cock .
But I also found myself wanting to know her more. It was a strange feeling, something I wasn’t accustomed to. Maybe it was weakness crawling its way out of me, or maybe it was just a new kind of strength .
I couldn’t be sure, not so soon. Not while my head was still spinning with thoughts of her .
We wove our way through traffic, heading toward the place on 16th . It was a bit run-down, but it blended in well with all the other houses in the area. We parked a few blocks away and walked around back, pushing in through an old, wooden door .
“Louis,” I said, nodding to the guy standing guard .
“Boss.”
We moved past and went down some stairs, heading into the basement .
The safe house used to be a normal row home until it was bought by one of the many shell companies my father ran. We used it for interrogations and for people that needed a place to lie low. Not too many people knew about it, mostly just guys in my crew .
Downstairs were two more guys, Joey and Carlo. They were low-level thugs, basically hired muscle, the kind of guys you wanted to have your back if shit hit the fan .
Sitting in a chair, his hands tied together but otherwise fine, was our new pal, Juan .
He was younger than I had expected, maybe in his mid-thirties. Life had been hard to Juan. He had tattoos up his neck, his head was shaved bald, and he had a scowl on his face .
“You the boss?” he asked me .
I nodded. “Good guess .”
“Not a guess, man. Look at the way these people stand around you? Like they scared or something .”
I smiled and pulled a chair up in front of him. “Do you need anything, Juan ?”
“Maybe my fuckin’ freedom would be good .”
“We’ll get there.” I leaned back in my chair. “Water? Something to eat ?”
“Nah, man. Just get on with it .”
“Do you know why you’re here ?”
“Because I work for the cops and you think I fuckin’ know something .”
“Exactly.”
I smiled. I liked Juan already. He wasn’t messing around .
“Well, I don’t know shit .”
“How about you wait until I ask before you deny ?”
He shut his mouth and I sighed .
“Okay, Juan, do you remember the cops bringing in a truck a few nights ago ?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah. I seen that .”
“Good. Do you know what was in it ?”
“Nah. I didn’t look inside .”
“Okay. I want to know about that truck, Juan .”
“I don’t know shit.” He looked away .
“Juan, listen to me. Did someone take something out of that truck ?”
He didn’t answer .
I leaned forward. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to get violent. But I have to know this thing, and you can tell me .”
“Fuck you .”
I sighed and stood up. “Please be civil. We’ve been kind to you so far .”
“You can’t do this shit, man .”
“Don’t be a little bitch,” Joey called out .
I gave him a look and he shut up .
“Who stole our shit from the truck?” I asked Juan .
“I don’t know .”
I stepped forward and kicked him square in the chest. He let out a short cry of surprise and pain as he toppled backward, slamming onto the ground. He groaned, and the boys laughed .
“Pick him up,” I said to Joey and Carlo. They each grabbed him and lifted him back up .
“Fuck you,” Juan said .
“The truck,” I said. “You’re not stupid. You know how this works. You talk and you’re okay, or you get beat until you talk any
way. Make life easy for yourself .”
“I don’t know shit .”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles. His eyes went wide .
“Last chance,” I said .
“I don’t know who they were,” he said quickly .
“There we go,” I said softly .
“They came in late the night after we took the truck, just loaded all the shit into another big-ass van and drove away. Nobody stopped them or said shit to them .”
“What did they look like? Did they speak Russian ?”
“Nah, man, no Russian. One guy had a Russian accent, but that was it. They were white dudes, all normal looking .”
I glanced at Vince, who just shrugged .
“Okay, Juan. Thanks a lot .”
I turned to leave .
“Hey, man, what about me ?”
I looked back at him. “Carlo and Joey here are going to rough you up, just so you know that if you speak of this to anyone, we will kill you .”
“Hey, man!” he yelled, but Joey had already punched him square in the jaw .
I walked away, Vince at my side while Carlo and Joey beat Juan senseless .
“What do you think?” Vince said when we were upstairs .
“I don’t think it’s the Russians,” I said, “but we still don’t have proof .”
“You believe that guy ?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding, “I do .”
Vince shrugged. “Okay, boss. What now ?”
“Now we go home and eat some fucking dinner .”
He laughed as we headed back out onto the street .
Truth was, I wasn’t sure where we needed to go. It was becoming clearer and clearer to me that the Russians weren’t the ones behind everything, but that left a huge question mark .
Was it one of our own? Was it one of theirs, working on his own? Or some totally different third party ?
I needed more information, but it was so frustratingly scarce. We had our guys keeping tabs on the area’s market, looking for any large influx of olive oil, but so far there was nothing .
Unless the guys were unloading their goods in some different state, then they were still holding on to the stuff. And I doubted that they’d move the stuff between states; that’d make it a federal offense .
We climbed into the car and began to roll back toward the compound. My head was spinning, a mix of hunting down the shipment and Natalie’s body .