by Marci Fawn
I try to tell them about my work, but Lee's taking his dress shirt off now, painstakingly unbuttoning each button and making me glance at his tattooed knuckles. Underneath he's wearing a tight T-shirt and by gods, that man is ripped. No, not ripped. I don't think there's a word in my vocabulary that does his body justice. My eyes roam the muscles of his arms, flexing when he reaches for something. I want those hands wrapped around me so badly I think I'll lose my mind if I can't have it.
I realize I haven't said anything for a while now and frankly, I don't even know what I was talking about. I don't even know if I was talking. Aunt Susan and Philip both look at me quizzically. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lee smirk and carry on eating as if nothing was wrong.
"Um, I'm sorry," I go on. "What was I talking about?"
"You said someone has been threatening you," Susan says, worry plain in her voice.
I choke on my steak. I couldn't have actually voiced that out loud, could I? Apparently I did, because suddenly the attention of the whole table is on me. Even Lee is frowning.
"It's nothing," I tell them, as I told Ed.
There's no use upsetting anyone yet. I need to try and solve this myself before I drag anyone else into my personal drama. Besides, what would I say? Ha-ha, it's a funny story really, but I think the mob's after me? Yeah, no.
"It doesn't sound like nothing," Philip supports my Aunt.
"Forget I said anything," I hasten to say. "It's really not a real concern. I had a bad breakup, my boss is more worried than I am. I meant he thinks someone's threatening me."
It’s a flimsy lie but I hope it works.
They still look a bit unsure, but the bad breakup part seems to calm them down. At least that much is true. And bad breakups happen to everyone. In a minute, everyone returns to eating, but I catch Lee looking at me oddly before I feel his legs brush against mine again. His hands are close to my panties. Very close. Maddeningly, terribly close to where I want them.
He never had many manners. So I shouldn't be that surprised when he inches to sit closer, with the pretense of reaching for something over me. His hand slips into my panties and when the tip of his long, strong finger pushes into me... I yelp so loudly the entire room freezes.
Lee sits back, pulling his hand away so smoothly no one notices. Susan and Philip are giving me twin looks of pure puzzlement.
"Sorry," I murmur, "I bit my tongue."
My excuses are amazing today. I see Lee smirking at me. No wonder. There is no way he didn't feel my wetness. Wonderful. Now he knows.
"And you, Lee?" Philip asks. "Do you still fight?"
Fight? Huh. That explains his form, then.
Lee shrugs dismissively.
"Yeah," he says. "I won a major match today. The other guy took me for a punk and got what was coming for him."
His voice... I could melt into it. Deep, velvety, and so smooth. It caresses my mind and I want to feel his lips on my skin more than ever before. I want to hear him moan and gasp in pleasure. I don't think I can stay much longer.
"Does that pay enough?" Susan asks, always the realist.
"It does, but it's very random. They need to look pretty far for guys who still want to get their asses kicked by me."
Still the same old Lee. His confidence and his arrogance are practically interchangeable. One makes him a douche and the other makes him irresistible. I am so fucked.
We somehow make it through dinner. When Susan says she could fix us something for dessert, I jump to excuse myself with a pressing work schedule. Lee nods, saying he'd better be going too. We're both held to promises to visit again.
My car is parked a little farther away, because Susan's driveway was blocked by their cars. I don't make three steps from the house before Lee pushes me against the wall.
Raina
Escape. Closer.
Those are the two warring emotions in my mind, but Lee doesn't give me any choice in the matter. I'm pinned between the cold wall at my back and his hot, divine body. I struggle to break free, but he keeps me in place. Just like that, I'm that girl again. The one that doesn't care about right or wrong, only whether Lee will be with me when this is over.
I see that demanding, insufferable grin on his lips right before they catch mine. All sorts of protests rise to my mind, but each and every one of them is drowned out by how good it feels. Lee kisses like he does everything else, with no restraint.
His lips are soft and smooth, pressed against mine so hard it hurts, but instead of telling him no, I moan. He laughs, dark and throaty, and I can feel his breath on my face as he does. He nips at my lips with his teeth, baring them in a vicious, hungry snarl.
"I'm going to take you," he says.
He doesn't pose it as a question. That's not Lee's thing. I try to punch him, snarling, but he catches my hand easily. It doesn't discourage him at all. If anything, his eyes are wilder than they were a moment ago.
"Oh yeah?" I ask. "Let go of me or I'm taking you to court."
Lee laughs.
"I don't believe you really want me to stop," he whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my entire body. "Fight, if you want to. But I know an easy win when I see it and you want to lose."
Damn, he's right. I know that, but another, prouder part of me doesn't want to allow that.
"Let me go, Lee," I whisper, but it comes out sounding like a plea for more.
He chuckles, kissing me again. I fight against it, but he keeps me pinned so effortlessly that I can't move a muscle unless he permits me to. After a while I stop struggling and let myself enjoy the kiss against common sense. He drinks me in, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I can feel his cock through his jeans, rock hard against my belly.
He deepens the kiss even further, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. I love it. I hate that I do, but I love everything about it. From the way his cock rubs against me, aching for me, driving me insane, to the way he keeps me pinned without any effort.
We're still so close to Susan's house. I barely noticed which wall Lee slammed me against. We might as well be making out against their garage.
The idea sobers me a bit, but Lee doesn't let trivialities like that bother him. He pushes his hand up my skirt, making me gasp in surprise.
"Lee," I sob. "They... someone might see, don't—"
He decides in a second. With one swift move, he takes us both around the corner, into darkness where the streetlights don't reach. It makes everything a hundred times more delicious. The wrongness of me letting him do this again, the forbidden nature of it in the light of recent news, even his refusal to understand that usually two people agree on things like this...
He doesn't bother with fumbling around. Lee releases me only for a second to pull my skirt down to my knees along with my panties. Cold night air hits my pussy and I wince in surprise. Is he serious? Is he really going to... yes, yes he is.
Lee stands up and kisses me forcefully. His hand slides between my legs, making me tremble in the sensation. It's been a long time since I felt anything like this. Ricky never made me feel a fraction of this, not by a long shot.
Lee's hand is expert and strong, dipping into my pussy and then drawing it up to my clit. I can feel his lips curl into a smile against mine.
"You're so wet for me," he growls against my ear. "Dirty little tease."
This guy. His arrogance is unbelievable. I try to push him away again, but God, instead I end up rubbing myself against his hand shamelessly. Lee chuckles darkly as a moan escapes my mouth and then another as he mercilessly fingers me. I didn't know I liked it this rough. It shouldn't even feel good this way!
But it does, God help me, it does.
Every twist of his fingers sends me further into ecstasy, making me pull him against me instead of pushing him away. He kisses me as he takes me closer to the edge with every second, whispering things he wants to do to me. I moan into his mouth, part scream, part whimper.
"I'm going to fuck you senseless," he says. "Stret
ch that tight little cunt of yours for me. You're wet now, but I'll make you come so hard you pass out, and then I'll take you again, to do whatever I want with your body."
I want to tell him no, that he's being a fucking creep, that what he's talking about is not going to happen. But my mouth keeps saying yes, yesss, yes oh yes. I want to believe it's my body's reaction to his touch, but his words are driving me insane with lust. I want everything he promises. I want to give him everything he wants, again.
I'm so fucking close my legs are shaking like hell. Lee is sucking at my neck. I'll have to cover a hickey tomorrow, but I don't care, I can't give a single fuck as I feel my orgasm approaching. Lee kisses me, biting my lips and rubbing himself against me as his fingers move with dizzying speed inside me.
He pulls back right before I tumble over the edge and starts to unzip his jeans. In one lucid moment, I realize it's really going to happen. As I watch Lee pull his pants down and pull his huge cock out, my mind frantically searches for... what?
It's not words to make him stop, to the disappointment of my pride. Instead, ogling at the physical perfection that is Lee, I look in vain for the reasons why I should refuse. They were so strong before and now they are absent.
Maybe because of what Lee does next. I see the fire burning within him, the lust threatening to overtake everything about him, but like me, he stops for a second. That's Lee for you. He will push as hard as he can, stopping for nothing, but ultimately, he waits.
Not for long, never too long, but the chance is there. If I said "no" and meant it, Lee would scoff at me and leave me be.
Not a word comes over my lips as the second passes and the arrogant smirk is back on his face. I can only prepare myself, lean against the wall as he turns me around forcefully and slams inside with one smooth movement.
I scream.
Lee's cock is hard and thick inside me, the girth of it monstrous, but I don't remember wanting anything more in my life. I drag my nails on the wall as Lee pushes me head-first against the cold surface.
"You are so fucking good," he growls in my ear as he starts to move. "I like to fuck girls when they're like this. Good, proper girls like you, tight as fuck, but so wet when I'm deep inside you."
I want to respond, say anything, but my mind is in shambles.
Lee stops talking and just fucks me, unceremoniously, hard. Exactly like he is and I'm loving every second of it, every little thing he does to me. My body is like an instrument in his hands and Lee plays me like a rock star.
There is no finesse, no gentle touches to bring forth delicate sounds. He rips into my very core, pushes my body to its limits to go in as deep as he can. Lee's hands are hard and tough on my skin, groping, grabbing. I can hear his grunts behind me, mixed with my own breathless moans.
Someone will hear us, very soon. They're bound to be, because I can't be quiet.
Lee slaps a hand on my mouth.
"Any other day," he snarls victoriously, feeling how badly I need him, "I would listen to you scream all night."
It hurts, he hurts, but if there is any pain that can be called divine, this is it. My nails are broken on the wall, my body aching from being slammed against it and Lee's cock fills my pussy so completely that I fear he'll split me in two. Yet I want more, so much more and I tell him that, whisper it to him and I think he hears the gasps escaping between his fingers.
This will not help with his already enormous ego, not one bit.
I'm close to coming again and I can tell that Lee is, too. This isn't some romantic love-making, we are in a hurry and our passions run high. We are going in too hard, too fast, but I don't care. I spread my legs wider for him and arch my back.
"Lee," I whisper as he grabs a hold of my hips with both hands and starts pounding himself inside me with punishing force. "Oh God, fuck, fuck me-"
I can hear his barking laugh again, as if to say he already is. I give up on trying to speak, it's too much of a chore. I'm not worried that he'll finish before me and take off. Guys like Lee, they don't do that. They enjoy the power rush that comes from making a girl see stars too much and I can see the fucking constellations already.
We are nearing the end and Lee's fingers dig painfully into my flesh. I cry out, not sure if my body can take the punishment much longer, despite me still begging for it. Lee's cock throbs in my pussy and my body responds, clenching down on him.
His pace picks up and I can feel my legs shake. For the last moments, Lee has to hold me up, because all strength is running out of me like I'm bleeding energy. It's all drawn to my pussy, building the shock wave that I know will bury me underneath it very soon.
"Lee!" I moan as his wild, almost furious thrusts take me into oblivion.
I fall apart in his hands, physically and mentally. My mind goes blank in absolute pleasure and I feel myself stumbling, trying to remain standing. It feels as though I actually pass out, but then I'm back to reality again.
Lee grins as I stumble away from him. He tucks himself in and pulls his jeans up before I can even catch my breath.
"I'll see you around," he tells me and is gone in a flash.
I stand there for a long moment, stunned, until I remember to fix up my cloths and somehow make myself look presentable again.
I wish I could say this hasn't happened to me before, but it has. With the same guy. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Lee was an asshole in high school. I wonder why I thought he'd be different now?
Lee
I go straight to a bar.
It's fucking unnatural, that's what it is. A man's not supposed to feel depressed after coming that hard. It doesn't make sense that I find myself sitting in a crappy cop bar, downing whiskeys one after another when Martin drops down in the seat next to me.
"Bad night?" he asks. "I heard you made quite a buck today. Congrats. You're buying."
I snort and tell the bartender to leave the bottle. He brings another glass and leaves us be.
Martin watches me knock back the drinks for a bit before poking again.
"Seriously, man, your celebrating looks very much like brooding," he says.
Not exactly a detective-level deduction, but he knows me. Martin's an old friend. We were in boot camp together and he looked me up when I got discharged. Of all the people I know, he's the only one who didn't cringe at the "dishonorable" part. For that, I tolerate him more easily than most guys. He read through my file and never said a word about it. No judgment, no fluffy you did the right thing either. Martin took it for what it was.
We have an understanding now. I wouldn't say he's a crooked cop, but after several tours in war zones, I guess like me he's pragmatic about life. We don't see only black and white, bureaucratic bullshit, and stuff like that. Sometimes laws get in the way of justice, he once told me.
I can buy him drinks for that. It's not like I have anything else I need to spend the victory money on right now.
"It's fine," I tell him.
I have no intention of discussing Raina with him. He shrugs and lets me continue my drinking. It's the best sort of companionship; we don't exchange a word in half an hour while I try to remember what the hell went wrong between she and I.
I went wrong, that's what. It's the truth. The guys back in our school liked to make fun of her. She looked the part, a little nerd with pigtails. So they dared me to take her to the prom. Classic high school. I welcomed the challenge. Most of the girls were too easy for me even back then. I liked the idea of working for something for a change.
Raina Feston was something else. It took real effort to get close to her, but I worked on her. And I got what I wanted too, in the end.
The problem back then was the same as now. The girl's twisting me into a knot hard and fast. It was supposed to be a prank, but the joke was on me. Pretty little Raina got me hooked. I played the game longer than I'd planned, much longer. Her body was a dream, but I’d never had a girl before who I could spend time with.
I
told myself I wanted to fuck her, but that wasn't it. I found myself thinking about her before I fell asleep. Watching her doing simple, stupid things like working on her homework. By the time I realized how deep I'd fallen, it was too late.
So I did what I did today. I fucked her and took off. Girls like that... they take a man down, and I'm not the type.
History is repeating itself. Instead of going to the prom with anyone else, I drank myself to oblivion on prom night. Any girl would have gone with me, but I never showed up. I didn't take the girl I wanted to go with, so it meant nothing to me.
Instead I did what most guys do when a girl has done a number on them. I enlisted, met Martin, went to war, and found hell on Earth.
After all that, I thought I could handle Raina Feston, but no. Here I am again, trying to forget the fact I want to go and make her mine. The way she felt tonight, the way she looked at me... damn that girl. I've never run away from a fight, but I took off from her like she was poison. Maybe she is, like this whiskey here. But really I think she's a drug and I got hooked again.
I need to take my mind off her. Forget that I apparently never shook my addiction. Fight the urge to go and get a new hit and then another one until she consumes me.
"How about you?" I ask Martin, carrying on the conversation we had twenty minutes ago.
"You know," he says dismissively. "Same old. Find the crook, charge him, watch him get off on a technicality."
I snort. Martin hates stuff like that. He's a real straight shooter, actually, but little things like that piss him off to no end.
"Bad day?" I ask.
"Why else would I be at a bar instead of sleeping at home?" he asks. "It's not like detectives have a nine to five job. You have some gall showing your face here. You work once a month for ten minutes and get paid what we make in a year."
"Say the word and I'll set up a match for you. In half a year, you'll be up and running."