by B. B. Hamel
He breaks the kiss off, pushing me back. He slowly pulls my slacks off and then my panties, and I’m left on his couch completely naked, completely exposed to him.
He kisses my chest and moves down my stomach, down along my inner thigh. He finally finds my pussy, tonguing it slowly, and I groan as I lace my fingers through his hair.
“Fuck, this pussy,” he says, starting to suck and lick me faster. Pleasure rocks through my whole body. “Every day I dream about tasting this cunt again.”
I gasp as he presses two fingers inside of me and licks my clit. He fucks me like that with his fingers, licking my clit, pushing them deep inside and back out. I’m groaning now, pleasure moving up through me, and I’m moving my hips. I don’t know when I started grinding myself against him, or how I’m moaning so loud, or why my fingers are pulling at his thick hair.
I don’t care though. It feels so fucking good. He works my pussy, tongue sliding along my clit, fingers deep inside my pussy. I need it so badly as I keep moving, moaning, gasping, pleasure cresting, spreading all through me. I can feel my entire body tensing, tightening, the core of me ready.
But he slowly pulls back, leaving me right on the cliff. He smirks as he tongues me, fingers sliding out. I watch him unbuckle his belt before standing and pulling his jeans off completely. His big cock is pressing against his briefs as I lean forward and greedily pull them off.
He’s big and thick, just like I remembered. I take him in both hands and slowly stroke him, my pussy pulsing with my quick heartbeat. I take him between my lips, sucking his tip, tasting his salty skin, needing more. He takes the back of my head and slides his cock into my throat, gagging me, making me groan.
I suck his cock like that, messy and intense. I stroke him with one hand as I let him push his dick deep into my throat. I’m moaning as he teases my breasts with one hand, his big dick barely able to fit in my mouth, but I’m taking him anyway. I let him spread my throat wide, groaning as he does it.
“I can’t take this anymore,” he says. “Fuck, girl. I’m going to come in that pretty throat if you keep gagging like that.” He pulls me back and kisses me deep.
“Get up, girl,” he says. “Show me that ass.”
I stand, like he asks. His body is so hard and big, his cock thick and long, and I feel so tiny around him. I know he could wreck me, destroy me, and I want it. I want that sweet domination so badly I can feel it as an ache between my legs.
I turn around for him, spreading my legs, hands on the back of the couch. I’ve never felt more exposed in my entire life, but I know I have to do what he says.
“God damn, girl,” he says. “That’s an ass a man would never get tired of.” He squeezes it then slaps it, making me gasp. “You like that?”
I bite my lip, nodding. He grins, grabbing my hair, and slaps my ass again, harder.
I groan, dipping my chin forward, but he pulls it back. Pleasure and pain mix as he teases my pussy with his fingers.
“You’re dripping wet,” he says. “You’ve been dreaming about tasting my fat cock again, haven’t you? Fuck, Alexa, you’re a dirty fucking girl.” He slaps my ass hard, and I suddenly gasp as he presses his cock against my soaked cunt and slides himself inside.
I groan as pleasure and pain mix inside of me. He grabs my hips, controlling me, as he presses deep. I groan, surprised that I could take him so easily, but my mind’s slowly going blank with pleasure. He rocks himself in and out, getting me used to it before he slowly starts to fuck me faster.
I groan and want more, need more so badly. He starts to fuck me faster, slapping my ass, pulling my hair. His big cock controls me, spreads me open, dominates me.
I’m groaning, sweating, working my hips. He slaps my ass and slides deep, making me gasp. “This tight pussy makes me a very fucking happy man,” he whispers in my ear.
I groan as he pulls out of me, pushing me down onto the couch. He spread my legs and kneels in front of me, sliding himself slowly inside. He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head, and starts to fuck me again, his big cock spreading me open.
I groan as he kisses my neck, my breasts, while keeping my wrists pinned above my head. I can’t move, don’t want to move, as he fucks me faster, rougher. He bites my shoulder, kisses my throat, making me cry out in pleasure and pain as he pushes me to my limits. His cock spreads me so wide I can barely think.
He takes both my wrists in one of his big hands as the other moves down to my throat. He takes me there, not choking, but holding firm and fucking hard. I’m his, completely his, submitting to whatever he wants as he thrusts harder, fucking me deeper, making me sweat and groan and pant with pleasure.
He moves the hand on my throat down further. He gets back up on his knees and starts to work my clit as he fucks me, one hand holding a leg, the other working my pussy. He fucks me faster, like an animal, his body hard and lean, his eyes filled with passion.
My fingers grip the cushions above my head and I can feel that tightening inside of me again. I know I’m close, and I can’t stop myself. My breasts shake with every new thrust and I love the way his eyes take my body in, like he’s starving for more of me.
“Come on my big cock, Alexa,” he grunts. “Come for me, you dirty fucking girl.”
I gasp and reach forward. I lean toward him and he kisses me, just as my orgasm peaks and moves through me, making my whole body tense and release, over and over again.
I come hard, nearly blacking out with pleasure as it washes over me, leaving my lips tingling, a smile and a laugh escaping me. He groans himself and I can feel him coming inside my pussy, spurting thick and deep and warm, and I move my hips to make him come even more. I’m greedy for it, want him to fill me, make me his completely.
When we finish, he collapses onto the couch with me, kissing me softly, whispering in my ear. He tells me how beautiful I am, how good I feel, how badly he wants more. I feel so safe, so comfortable, I know I can’t go anywhere, at least not for tonight. I burrow myself against him and let him hold me tight. He can keep away the bad thoughts, anything that’s threatening to plague my mind, because he makes me feel so good. This is where I belong, with him on this couch, our naked, sweating bodies intertwined, the world a distant speck outside, far away from here.
16
Elias
We spend the rest of the night like that, her body under mine, sweating and working and pressed together. I don’t know how many times I taste her, but by the time the sun’s coming up, I haven’t gotten my fill.
It’s Saturday morning. We get a few hours of sleep before I slip out of bed to make coffee and breakfast. She comes down about a half hour later, looking bleary-eyed from sleep, but with a smile on her face.
“Hey,” she says.
“Hey. Sit down, I have toast, eggs, and coffee.”
“Oh, yeah,” she says, grinning. “I could get used to this.”
“I bet you could.” I put a plate in front of her, fill one up for myself, and then sit down. I sip my coffee as she eats a little bit.
I don’t know how to broach this subject without freaking her out, but I’ve been thinking all night about how to keep her safe. I’ve come up with something, but I’m afraid it’ll seem insane. I don’t want her to think I’m suggesting this just to keep her close.
But on some selfish level, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I need to protect her and I can’t do that without being near her all the time.
“Listen, can we talk?” I say, breaking the short silence.
She looks up. “Sure. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly. “I just have a thought.”
“Have those often?” She grins a little bit.
I roll my eyes. “Listen, okay?”
“Go ahead.” She leans back in her chair, looking very serious. She’s so fucking sexy in just an old t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, hair messy from bed. It’s almost not fair.
“Look, we talked about keeping you safe, now that… you know, the
y’ve seen you.”
She nods a little, frowning. “Yeah, I know.”
I decide just to blurt it out. “I think you should come live with me.”
She doesn’t react. She just stares at me for a second before grinning a little bit. “Yeah, right. Great idea.”
“I’m serious,” I say.
Her smile disappears again and she slowly shakes her head. “Elias, I can’t do that.”
“Why?” I lean toward her. “Hear me out. The only way I can really make sure these guys don’t fuck with you is if you’re always here with me.”
“It’s not like they know where I live,” she says.
I sigh. “They’ll figure it out pretty easily if they want to, Alexa,” I say. “Please, I’m not asking this for myself… although maybe it is for me, a little bit. But mostly it’s for you and for the baby.”
She looks away from me and is quiet for a little while. I want to make more arguments, hell, I want to fucking beg her to stay. I feel like if she goes back to her place, something bad will happen, and I won’t be able to get there fast enough to help. But if she’s here, I have a shot.
Finally, she looks back at me. “I’ll do it, but not for you or for me. I’ll do it because I think it’s the best thing for the baby.”
I nod, and I’m surprised. I didn’t know she felt that way about the baby. I figured she saw it as a problem, but maybe I’m totally mistaken. It was a surprise and a complication and yeah, maybe it’s a problem too, but… she’s clearly starting to care about it more than I bet she’s willing to admit.
“Okay,” I say. “That’s enough for me. As long as you’re here.”
“And we’re not just… you know,” she says. “Doing that all the time.”
I grin at her. “Why not?”
“I can’t… I don’t want this to become something else.” She looks down at her food again.
“And you’re afraid you’ll get addicted if I keep fucking you?”
She looks up at me fiercely. “Don’t be so cocky.”
“That’s it, though. You’re afraid you’ll get addicted to my cock. I think you already might be.”
“Don’t be crude. I’ll change my mind.”
I laugh but I hold up my hands. “Okay, okay. Don’t change your mind.”
She softens and smiles a little bit. “I’ll need to get some stuff from my apartment.”
“What, I don’t have everything you need already?”
“Believe it or not, your little bachelor pad isn’t equipped for a lady of my sophistication.”
That makes both of us laugh, but I know she’s right. She needs clothes and shoes and all the stuff she uses on a daily basis, and I can’t expect her to just go out and buy more. I can offer to buy it for her, but I suspect she’ll turn me down.
We finish eating breakfast and get dressed. She’s wearing her outfit from the day before, a little wrinkled but no worse for wear. I decide we’ll take my truck instead of the bike, since it’s a little less obvious. She climbs into the passenger seat and we head out.
Her place is a ten-minute drive. I slowly pull down toward her building, but I don’t stop.
“It’s right there, turn in there,” She says, pointing.
“Wait,” I answer, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling up. We drive past once, and I go to circle the block. We drive past again, and on the third pass, I park across the street.
“What are we doing?” she asks, a little worried.
“I was afraid of this,” I say. “Look. Right over there.”
I point toward the last car parked in the line in front of her building. She squints and stares at it. “It’s just a black SUV. So what?”
“Watch.”
She stares for a second then takes a sharp breath.
“Did you see him?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says softly.
“It’s Jimmy. One of the guys that were shaking down the mayor yesterday. I wasn’t sure when I first passed him, but it’s him.”
“What’s he doing here?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “Could be a coincidence, but… I doubt it.”
She groans and puts her head in her hands. “This can’t be happening.”
I rub her back slowly. I don’t say this out loud, but there’s something else bothering me. Jimmy and Vito always come as a pair, that’s just how the mafia does things. You have a partner, and your partner keeps you in check, helps keep you safe. It’s the buddy system for violent criminals.
But I don’t see Vito anywhere, and as we sit here in the truck, he doesn’t appear. He could be inside her apartment right now, flipping through it, but I have a weird feeling that he’s not.
Which means Jimmy’s here on his own, and that’s a bad thing. If Jimmy suspects Alexa of being more than just an unsuspecting bystander, then things really could get dicey.
“Let’s just watch for a little longer,” I say softly. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she says, breathing deep, trying to get herself together.
We sit and we wait. It’s tense and quiet, and I can tell Alexa just wants to get the hell out of here, but we wait. Ten minutes turns into a half hour, and eventually Jimmy drives off. We turn away, making sure he doesn’t spot us, and I doubt he’d recognize my truck since I rarely bring it out of my house’s garage.
“Is he gone?” she asks.
“He’s gone. We can go inside.”
She sighs. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. But make it fast, okay?”
“Okay.” She looks at me, eyes wide. “Fuck, Elias.”
“I know.” I lean forward and kiss her softly without thinking. “Just go. I’ll keep watch. You’ll be fine.”
She nods and leaves, heading into her building.
Vito never showed up. Unless he’s up there waiting for her, that means Jimmy was just watching this place on his own, staking it out. Clearly, he lost patience, but who knows how long he was out here.
Alexa comes back not long later with two duffel bags. She tosses them in the back and then gets up front.
“Let’s go,” she says.
“Did it look like anyone was inside?”
She shakes her head. “No. It looked fine.”
“Good.” I put the truck into gear and pull out.
This is fucking bad. It’s one thing for the pair of them to follow up on the Alexa thing. She saw something she shouldn’t have seen, and they’ll have to make sure she’s not talking or visiting with people she shouldn’t be. That’s just a routine check that these guys go through sometimes, and I bet they have a whole list of houses they stake out and harass from time to time.
But just Jimmy… I’m not sure what that means. He suspects something, but maybe Vito doesn’t? That’s bad, because without Vito, I think Jimmy is a violent piece of shit, liable to do something drastic.
I can’t tell Alexa this. It’ll just make things even worse. Instead, I’ll keep her at my place and make sure that the piece of shit gangster Jimmy never gets close to her again. I’ll kill the bastard myself if he tries to touch her.
And for some reason, I think it just might come down to that.
17
Alexa
It’s strange, still going to work and living with Elias. I’ve never actually lived with a man before and I always thought I’d live with my husband first, but I also thought I’d never get pregnant, so I guess a lot of my assumptions have been wrong lately.
He has an extra room in his house, which he gives to me. I don’t have much stuff, since I couldn’t pack as much as I wanted in the few minutes I had in the apartment. I was worried the whole time but I knew that Elias was outside watching over me, making sure nobody was going to come inside. Still, I stupidly forgot a few things.
We spend all day Saturday and Sunday getting me settled, making plans for what we’re going to do, and dancing around each other. He’s clearly not used to having someone in his space, and I’m definitely not used t
o being in someone else’s house, but we make it work. He goes out of his way to try and make me feel comfortable, which I appreciate.
I hate that I have to be out of my own apartment because of this. Maybe that’s a small, petty thing, but it makes everything so much more real. We don’t even so much as kiss all that weekend, I think because he wants me to feel like I’m there for protection, not to fuck him all the time.
Which I wish we would do, honestly. Having his hands on my body might calm my nerves, remind me why I love being around him so much. I know what he’s trying to do, I just wish I could feel that intense desire and pleasure rolling down my skin. Instead, he mostly leaves me alone to get settled, which is surprisingly boring and I’m almost thankful for work on Monday.
I’m irrationally worried that someone’s going to know where I’ve been all weekend, but nobody comments or even acts like anything’s out of the ordinary. I don’t see any of the gangsters, and the mayor’s not even in his office, which isn’t unusual for a Monday. The morning and afternoon slide past like any other day, which makes it almost more surreal, because these days are definitely unlike anything else.
“What were you up to this weekend?” Taylor asks me over lunch.
I just shrug and try to avoid eye contact. “Nothing special.”
“I called you, you know. Never got back to me.” She wags her finger at me. “Busy with the mayor’s son?”
I cringe. “No, I mean, sorry about that. I just didn’t have my phone.”
That’s not really true. I actually don’t have a charger with me, so it died, which is annoying. I only got to charge it when I came back into the office earlier, and I saw that she called.
“Uh huh,” she says, putting her finger on her chin. “You seem very suspicious right now.”
“No, really, just a boring weekend,” I say. I hate lying to her. I guess that’s mostly true though, despite the excitement of Friday, it was mainly a boring weekend.