by Flite, Nora
A full body shiver went through his lanky body. “Yo, why does he keep coming up? This is fucking weird.”
Someone across the bar was trying to flag him down. Juice looked that way, considering ending this conversation here. “Please, it's important. Tell me who that is,” I begged. There was a wild storm in me, it was eager and hungry and god it was praying Hecko was my man. Let him be the other murderer.
“He was Frank's nephew,” Juice mumbled. His skin was fading into chalky white. “Fucking emphasis on the was. Guy is dead, now. They found him the other day in an alley behind a dumpster.” That rang a bell, I didn't know why. “Look... this shit aint fit for where we are. You got my number, sweetie. I gotta take this.” Nodding at the customer, Juice turned his back and started ignoring me.
Deflating, I watched him go. Mixed within my moment of frustration was a hot, bubbling optimism. He had more information, he just wasn't willing to talk about it here. Fine. I was walking away with the phone number of the first person who was able to give me a lead.
Tonight had been a good night for me.
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While I waited an hour in the club, it became clear that Jacob and Kite weren't coming back. That also meant my target wasn't showing. My gut warned me that this had been some sort of set-up, but I was too elated from meeting Juice. It helped soften the blow.
They weren't at Kite's when I got back. Determined to confront them about what had happened, I headed upstairs. The two men were waiting for me when I pushed open Jacob's front door. Both of them sat on the couches, drinks in hand.
Again, Jacob wore the face of a man who'd been expecting me. “Welcome back,” he said, sipping from his glass.
Slamming the door, I glowered at them both. “Okay, so. I'm going to jump right to it. What the hell happened tonight?”
Kite crossed his ankles. He was stretched out length-wise, his fingers white around his drink. He looked from me, to the ceiling. “We made a mistake. That's all.”
There was a tenuous pause. Finally, Jacob stood, moving fluidly into the kitchen and filling a third glass. “I thought I'd found your man. I was wrong. That's what he means.” Eyeing his friend, Jacob wandered towards me. The drink he extended felt like a peace offering. “Forgive us, if you can.”
Crinkling my nose, I took the glass. I was confused and a little frustrated, but the phone number in my purse was too exciting to let their 'mistake' drag me down. “What about the guy at the bar?” I asked slyly.
Jacob straightened up. His wall softened, a thought crossing his mind that I could almost see behind his eyes. “Did you speak to him?”
“Just to get him off your back,” I lied. I didn't want to hand over my secret key. Juice knew something, and if I could take the mission on for myself—from here on out—I intended to do so. My purse was heavy for many reasons. It held a collection of items that spoke about my journey.
Jacob and Kite... even if they planned ill for me, a big hunk of my heart still hoped for a happy ending. But I was tired of relying on them. Exhausted by the back and forth and all the hidden doors they kept from me. I was going to find the man I was after. I was going to kill him. They'd have no chance to rob me of that, but more so...
I intended to free them.
Smelling the drink—noting it was whiskey again—I let it slide over my tongue. The burn was welcome, it cleared my head. I didn't push the topic about Juice or why Jacob had freaked out, why the bar-tender had called him by the name 'Dennis' or the like. I'd find everything out that I needed from the source.
There was a heaviness in the room. From them, and from me. I knew where mine came from. I felt—god, predicted—that I would soon walk away from these men. It was for the best, it'd keep them safe and me as well. Okay, maybe me. I could dream.
For sure, going off on my own hunt would save them from harm. That was important to me, even if it made no sense. Why were they acting so morbid, though? Why was Kite looking around and avoiding me, or Jacob standing so silent?
Lowering the rim of the glass from my lips, I smiled up at him. “You guys are acting like I'm pissed at you. It's okay if you were wrong about tonight. We'll find him eventually.”
Lifting his eyebrows, Jacob considered me like I was a new discovery. “Yes. I imagine we will.” Turning, he moved to the couch, bending to clink his glass on Kite's. “Stop sulking, Kite. Everything is fine.”
The red-haired man frowned, his gaze rolling to me. The veins in his eyes looked raw, as if he'd been... crying? No, that made no sense. “Yeah. Everything is fine,” he murmured.
Jacob's face reflected a fraction of the sorrow in his friend's. Low in my chest, the pain of their emotions was cutting at me. I was attached to them solidly. Empathy for killers, who would have guessed.
Burning with my need to see them smile, I walked until I was standing by Jacob. This close to Kite, there was an obvious, raw tinge to his eyelids. “What would make you feel better?” I asked.
“Nothing. I'm fine,” he said, finishing his drink in one swish.
“That's not even convincing.” Folding my arms, I sighed. “Kite, let me at least try make you feel better. I can't handle you looking so beaten down.” Without knowing why, I added mentally.
He rolled his eyes, sitting up and putting his feet on the floor. Before I could spit out another attempt at getting him to talk to me, a hand came down on my elbow. Jacob took my drink away, leaning against me. The two of us bent over the back of the couch. “You know,” he said, petting my arm in all its delicate places. “Kite might be stuck pouting. It could be impossible to cheer him up. As for me...” The edge of his smile was wicked. “I'm more than willing to let you make me feel better, Marina.”
With slow insistence, Jacob cupped my face and brought his nose to mine. From my angle, I could see nothing but the centers of his pupils. The heavy mood wasn't gone, it had become tainted with Jacob's suffocating lust. He pushed aside sadness and filled the gap with his electric existence. It was as naturally as the sun rising.
I had time to speak. I didn't bother. His lips came down, brushing over my own. Soft flesh rubbed together, the sensation buttery, making my knees quiver. It wasn't even a kiss. Overripe pleasure heightened my senses to a breaking point.
My small moan floated free. Jacob tensed, nails gliding up my arms and down again. He was exploring every bit of me that wasn't an obvious erogenous zone. His ability to leave me stumbling was frightening.
Except... god, I loved it. I loved that he knew how to do this to me. The power he had, it was so easy to fall into him and see what he would do. The ways he could make my thighs clench together before even giving me a single kiss.
“Is that nice?” he asked, pressing his thumb to my bottom lip. He exposed the wet inside, licked across it and my teeth. Soon, he'd inserted two fingers, grazing them over my delicate tongue.
I didn't want him to stop. Talking would get in the way. Opening my eyes, I looked at him and begged with my stare. I saw his smirk, but near me, I saw something else.
Kite was sitting up, a mere hand's reach away and full of strained attention. Whatever black mood that had engulfed him was dimming. He, too, was quick to get lost in this carnal bliss. It was better here. No death, no loss. We could explore our desires without wondering if tomorrow would even come.
Dropping my purse, I reached to slide my hands under Jacob's shirt. His fingers captured my wrists, pulled my arms to my hips. “Tsk,” he laughed. “Not so fast. I want to go slow. I want to savor every minute of this.”
I groaned at being foiled. My fanfare increased as he put his mouth on my throat. One hand held my wrists, the other tugged my hair until I was arching. His teeth scuffed downward, harmless but lifting prickles of desire. It took forever for him to reach the indent on my shoulder. By the time he did, my skull was ringing.
“I have an idea,” Kite said, drawing us both. I was panting, eyeballing him as he got off the couch. To my delight, he messed up his hair when he removed his
shirt. Kite walked around and joined us, my joy was short lived.
There was one more glimmer of something—painful. Kite looked hungry, but he wasn't the smiling man I knew. The hurt in him was shining bright. Then it vanished, his shirt wrapping around my eyes to serve as a blindfold.
Jacob breathed out, amused. “Good idea. Let's take this further.” His lips touched the vein pumping madly along my neck. He released me, leaving me stranded without sight. Cloth ruffled, my senses becoming more aware the longer I was blind.
Palms explored my stomach—I didn't know who they belonged to. My white shirt was ripped up and over, baring me to the room. I was disoriented, gasping nervously. Silk grazed my arms. Tender, sweet... I knew it was Jacob's tie. In one sharp motion, my arms were bound at the small of my back.
This was getting out of control. “Guys?” I said, turning my blackened vision side to side. I didn't know where they were, but their breathing was loud. It warmed my core. “Okay. Listen. I've seen bondage before, but—”
“Shh,” Jacob said. He had moved behind me, one fingertip making an expedition down my spine. “Trust us.”
Trust them? I still didn't. I still... couldn't.
Impeded as I was, I couldn't stop whoever had suddenly scooped me into their arms. We were moving, the solid body hugging me tight. That whiskey smell... Was it Kite holding me?
Muscled arms set me down, my cheek rubbing on satin. Springs squeaked, everything that I touched was luxurious. This was Jacob's bedroom. It had to be.
Unidentified fingers slid my jeans down my legs. I could feel every thread of the expensive blanket that was under me. The mattress shifted from the weight of someone kneeling. With my hands knotted uselessly beneath me, I leaned towards where I thought the person was.
My hair was bundled up, guiding me until my cheek bumped the firm, warm flesh of what was obviously a thick cock. But whose? The owner was insistent, nudging the plump tip against my lips. The scent, the texture, it all went to my head and made me foggy.
Wetting my mouth, I nuzzled the length and felt it get firmer. My tongue ran in circles, gliding over every vein. Dipping my head, I let the shaft fill my mouth until I worried I couldn't handle it. No hands made this rough, it put me at the mercy at whoever held my hair. They had all the power.
New hands grabbed my thighs, spreading me open. Sparks set on fire in my head as a damp tongue flattened over my panties, right over my clit. Through the material, either Kite or Jacob lapped at my pussy in eager strokes.
The tension went through my belly, up to my chest. In my bra, my nipples were aching to be touched. Whoever was fucking my mouth was happy to oblige. Fingertips tweaked gently, tugging at my breasts in light motions.
Thrilling with pleasure, I lost control and coughed on the shaft as it slid over my tongue. The gritty rumble above me gave up the game. This was Jacob I was tasting, his palms massaging my chest as I worshiped his cock.
He knew he'd revealed himself, his laugh a puff of hot smoke. “You're too good, Marina. Always too good.” He scratched my scalp, then let me go. The wet sound of him leaving my mouth echoed.
I was suddenly abandoned. Baffled, I tried to sit up as the hands vanished. “Come on,” I said uneasily. My voice was extremely loud to me. I licked my lips once, twice. “Don't play around.”
“Maybe we like playing.” Kite spoke right into my ear; I jumped. His palm went to my throat, just like the time we'd fucked in my kitchen. Pressing enough to demand I not move, he kissed me as if it was the last time he ever would.
Normal people need to breathe. I didn't care if my lungs exploded. Lying there, Kite's tongue thrashing mine and my eyes rolling back, I let the darkness wash over. I came close to passing out, the thumping in my skull my own personal concert. Everything pales when compared to this man.
Inhaling severely, my chest shook and I came back down to Earth. I wanted more than anything to see Kite's face. I needed to know why he was behaving like everything was fucking tragic. He licked my jaw, my cheek, the shell of my ear. Kite created a blueprint of me with his tongue.
My panties were wrenched down. Two fingers slid over my soaked pussy, spreading me. Kite could have had four arms for all I knew. I was disoriented, losing my place in the world with him stealing my thoughts.
All of my skin ached for him, from the backs of my knees to the curve of my jaw. I wanted Kite—I wanted both of them. Blind as I was, what they did made them into one person. A person who could kiss me and eat me out simultaneously. Me, a lucky girl?
You're damn right.
The person at my feet—Jacob—rolled me onto my side, towards Kite. Holding my thighs open, the blue-eyed man licked me from cunt to anus, shivers jolting through my body. It was ridiculous how amazing that felt.
He was too good, too expert. Thumbing my clit with one hand, Jacob spread my cheeks, tasting me like he was starving. Jerking, trying to get away from the far too intimate tongue, he held me by my hips and demanded I endure him.
Juice dripped down my legs, stained his expensive comforter. Not once did he say a word or act like he cared.
My bra came away in Kite's hands. Flicking fingers over my firm nubs, he kissed me one more time. I felt his lips hovering, humid air between us. The silence felt... significant. “Kite,” I hushed. “Are you... is everything...”
“No,” he said. “Everything isn't fine. It might never be. That's just reality for us.”
He didn't lie. I wish he had, the truth was too much of a burden. “Kite?”
Kissing me, he effectively ended the conversation. Pulling back, becoming a figment with my blindfold impairing me, he said no more. Foil crinkled, plastic tearing. His next communication was the wide tip of his condom-covered cock pressing between my thighs.
Behind me, Jacob pulled back. Scooting up the bed, his naked chest crushed into my shoulder blades. “Are you ready?” he whispered, like I had a choice.
Wriggling my tied arms, I trembled at the way he rubbed his shaft up and down over my slippery ass. Kite didn't wait for any cue, he gripped me so that my face went into the hollow of his throat. My moan was muffled by his skin, that rock-solid dick pushing into my eager cunt.
Lips patted on the nape of my neck like rain. “He's too impatient,” Jacob whispered knowingly to me.
“Of course I am,” Kite grunted, digging into my soft hips with his first strokes.
“I'd hate to be left in the dust,” his friend chuckled. I couldn't see Jacob, but I acutely felt his lubed cock fighting against the muscles of my asshole.
Behind the blindfold—Kite's shirt that asphyxiated me with his musk—my eyes flew open. Fuck, they were both sliding into me, spreading me wide. The whimper started soft, then grew into an obscene squeal. Gasping, I thought this was it. I was going to be stretched until I snapped. They'd end me here, impaled on them both.
They fought over my conscience, my soul. Kite tried to kiss me while Jacob turned me so he could have a piece. Where pleasure began and pain bloomed, I couldn't find the start of the line. Sensation was a Gordian knot. I could feel every hair on my skull, the blood that flowed in my veins and my tongue.
Tensing, my squeals became screams, the shirt on my head sliding away from how roughly I was being pulled. I could see again, my vision swimming with their black and blue stares. Two ravenous men, they demanded all I had to offer. I feared it wouldn't be enough to sate them.
“Oh god,” I sobbed, the claws of an orgasm fighting to stop my heart. Without hands, I couldn't press on them or pull away. There was no end to their hard fucking, one stroke blending into the next. My slick pussy rippled, milking Kite as my ass crushed Jacob. Stuffed to the brink, I came with a scream that left my hoarse.
Jacob hissed, tugging my nipples and biting my earlobe. “Beautiful,” he growled. “Every sound is beautiful, the way you come... they way you pump my cock inside of you... Beautiful.”
All of my blood went to the surface, my blush immense. I couldn't argue, I was high on the pleas
ure and floating on a cloud. Kite hunched around me, thrusting furiously, his breathing as violent as a car-wreck.
Through my haze, his swelling shaft was still obvious. Holding me close, sweat coating his forehead as he pushed it on mine, Kite trembled. His climax flooded through me, the condom saving us from any mistakes. Just like always. “Marina,” he whispered. My name was a plea, one that startled me and pulled me out of that liquid lust.
I didn't get to wonder why he'd sounded so fragile. Jacob wasn't finished, and unlike Kite, there was no condom here. Panting, he clung to my hips, palmed my ass. Each motion thudded deep, touched me in a way that was perverse and erotic and fucking magical.
Spurts of warmth coated my insides, thrilling me with the sensation. This was as close as I could get to them. Both men had shared their seed with me at different points. It was fucking ridiculous but I actually felt blessed. I know, it makes no sense. Since when did love have to make sense?
You're falling in love with killers, I warned myself. In the same breath, I shuddered and pushed the reasonable part of me away. Fuck reason. Fuck what I was or wasn't supposed to do. My life was heading towards a flash of fire, I was a god damn comet.
Let me burn bright and enjoy it while I could.
I was waiting for Jacob to say something cruel, or taunting, even if it would excite me none the less. Embracing me, he held me to him as the waves finished. “I'm going to tell you a secret. It's been battling to escape me for some time.” That mouth that didn't smirk or sneer nestled against my temple. “Marina... I've never felt as connected to anyone as I do with you. I want this to last forever. I wish that was possible. This is... this is paradise.”
He whispered words as sweet as fresh honey. In the back of his throat, the same grit that had been controlling Kite all night made itself known. How could he swear such glorious things, if he was on the verge of shattering with me in his arms?