by Hamel, B. B.
It was incredible and freeing. The only thing in my world was Lucas and his body, his fingers and mouth working me.
Slowly, so slowly, it began to subside. I stretched back on the couch, gasping, breathing deeply.
Lucas looked up at me. “That was what I wanted,” he said. “That fucking face you make.”
I blushed. “What face?”
“The face of someone in ecstasy.” He moved up and kissed me. I kissed him back and felt his thick cock pressing against me.
“Still excited?” I asked.
“Still?” He laughed. “I’m harder than I’ve ever fucking been for you, Nat.”
I reached down and felt him, stroking up and down.
“I can help with that.”
“Can you? I’m not sure how.”
I smiled. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to suck this cock until I come down your throat.”
I bit my lip. “I can do that.”
He grabbed my hair, whispering into my ear. “Are you sure you can take my thick cock?”
“I’m sure.”
I pushed him back and dropped off the couch, down onto my knees. He smiled as I grabbed the base of his cock and began to stroke him. I licked the palm of my hand, getting it nice and wet, and began to slowly jerk him, stroking long and slow strokes.
“Ah fuck, that’s good,” he said. “I love looking at your pretty face.”
I stared at his body, at his chest and tattoos. I didn’t know what the heck I was doing, but I wanted to suck him off. I wanted it so badly, because he was so hard for me.
I slowly licked him from base to tip, and he grunted his approval. I tasted his salty pre-cum as I slowly slipped my lips around his tip and sucked it hard, pulled out with a pop, and looked him in the eye.
“I don’t know,” I said. “How badly do you want this?”
“Suck that cock, girl,” he said, pressing my head back down. “Ah fuck, yeah. Like that.”
I took him deep into my mouth and began to suck him for real. I worked his tip, using my tongue and lips, sucking back and forth. His hands pressed me down, sliding his cock into my throat, and I worked hard to take it.
He was huge and starving. I loved the grunts he made, the dirty words he whispered as I sucked him.
“I want to feel that pussy slide down my cock. I want to fuck you roughly until you can barely walk straight. You’ll come on my thick cock and keep begging me for more.”
I slid back and jerked him, catching my breath. I bit my lip and looked at him before going back to his cock, sliding it deep into my throat.
“Ah fuck, you dirty girl. Swallow that fucking cock.”
I let him fuck my mouth, his hips sliding up, thrusting into my face. I used my hand to jerk him off as I sucked him, alternating between letting him fuck my mouth and doing all the work.
Suddenly he stood up, forcing me to slide back.
“Suck me off now. No hands. Just work that cock,” he said.
I put my hands behind my back and smiled as I slipped his cock between my lips. I began to suck him hard and fast, not caring how messy it was, just wanting to make him come.
I wanted to taste him, already loved the way he tasted. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth, loved knowing that I was making him grunt with pleasure.
“Oh fuck yes, Natalie. Swallow that dick,” he said. “I’m so fucking close.”
He pressed my head down and began to fuck my mouth, grunting loudly.
“Oh shit. Swallow my cum,” he said. And then I tasted him as he stiffened, grunting loudly. His cum filled my mouth and throat, and I swallowed every drop, just like he asked.
Finally, he finished, and I licked him nice and clean. He collapsed back down onto the couch.
“Holy shit,” he grunted. “You’ve got one incredible fucking mouth.”
I crawled up next to him, smiling. “You liked it?”
“Hell fucking yes.” He looked down at me and laughed.
“What?”
“You have my cum on your dress.”
I looked down at myself and turned beet red. “Oh no. Oh no!”
He laughed again, shaking his head. “It’s totally fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“I can’t walk back to my rooms looking like this, though.”
“I’ll give you something to wear.”
“And what about your sister?”
“Louisa doesn’t expect to see this dress again.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “Lucas, what the hell are we doing?”
“Right now we’re sitting here, enjoying our orgasms.”
I nodded, going silent. I could hear his heart beating in my ear, and I loved the feeling of his hard body.
For the first time since I’d moved into the Barone compound, I felt completely safe and at ease. There had been this unspoken fear in my gut ever since my first day, but suddenly it was gone. I wasn’t thinking about anything but Lucas and how he felt. My mother never crossed my mind, or any other problem.
“Come on,” Lucas said finally. “Let’s get you out of that dress.”
“Again already?” I asked, teasing.
He smirked. “Ready when you are.”
I glanced down at his cock and noticed that it was already starting to get hard again. I sat up, smiling. “Maybe later.”
“Whatever you say, wife.”
He stood and walked into another room. He came back a minute later with track pants and a gray hoodie. He tossed them to me.
“Thanks,” I said, standing up. He was watching me. “A little privacy?”
“No.” His grin was enormous.
“Don’t be a dick.”
He sighed. “Fine.” He turned around.
“Don’t peek,” I mumbled as I slipped the cum-stained dress off.
I quickly pulled the sweatpants on and glanced up. He was peeking, but I just shook my head and pulled the hoodie on over my head.
“Decent?” he asked.
“Like you didn’t already know.”
He walked over and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me against him. He kissed me deep and hard. “You should get over this shyness of yours,” he said.
“You should get dressed.”
He shrugged. “I like being naked. Feels good.”
“Yeah, well, it’s distracting.”
He laughed. “Good. I want you distracted.” He walked across the room. “Drink?”
“I should get going,” I said nervously. “Someone might notice me here.”
“Whatever you want.” He stopped in front of a dresser and poured himself some whisky.
“Listen,” I said, “before I go: What are we doing about this marriage?”
He cocked his head at me and sipped his drink. “What about it?”
“Well, uh, we can’t really stay married. We’re going to divorce, right?”
He walked closer to me. “Why would we do that?”
I looked away. “Seriously, put some pants on.”
He laughed again but complied, walking into the other room and then returning, wearing just some thin mesh gym shorts. “Better?”
“Yeah,” I said, though it hardly was. I could still clearly see the outline of his cock. “So, uh, the divorce?”
“We can’t,” he said.
“I’m pretty sure we can,” I said. “Whenever we want to.”
“Things are complicated right now.”
“I know, and divorcing will help them be less complicated.”
“Actually, it’s more about the business.”
“You mean the mafia.”
He grinned, nodding. “Yeah. We’re having some trouble with, ah, informants.”
“You mean you have a rat?”
He laughed. “Yeah, we have a rat.”
“What’s that have to do with us?”
“If we divorce right now, it’ll potentially draw attention to us. Nobody knows about the marriage, so it’s better if we just let it stand until this all
blows over.”
I nodded, understanding his logic but not happy about it. If it were up to me, we would have divorced already.
But I was beginning to understand the game we were playing. I wasn’t happy about it, not by a long shot, but I’d been around my mother long enough to know that the men she dated were very often dangerous. I needed to learn to play along, or else things could get worse for me.
“Fine,” I said. “When it blows over, we’re divorced. Okay?”
“Sure.” He walked toward me. “That is, if you still want to be divorced.”
I laughed. “You’re my stepbrother. That’s just crazy.”
He stopped inches away from me and reached out to touch my hair. “Any more crazy than you sucking me off like that?”
“Yes,” I said. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Face it, Natalie. You’re desperate for what I have.”
I turned away. “You’re my stepbrother. This was just a one-time thing.” I gestured at the dress.
“Sure. If that’s how you want to play it, we can pretend you won’t be back here begging for more.”
“Good night, Lucas.”
“Good night, wife.”
I quickly crossed the room, opened the door, and walked out.
I knew I needed to get out of there quickly. Any time he came near me, I wasn’t sure I could trust myself.
And I needed to get myself under control. What had happened back there was completely wrong; I couldn’t believe I had let it get so far. I had planned on teasing him a little bit, not completely falling into his arms and letting him do whatever he wanted to me. It was bad enough that he was a cocky asshole, but he was also my stepbrother.
I couldn’t risk my mother’s marriage, or my own safety. As much as I disliked her, she was trying to be happy, and she was trying to provide.
I walked quickly back to my room, angry with myself but still thinking about his touch. The angrier I got, the more I imagined how it felt to touch him and taste him.
I was totally screwed.
Chapter Fourteen: Lucas
Chicago was beautiful early in the morning, especially in the summer. The bench was hard underneath me as I sipped my burning-hot coffee, waiting patiently.
Vince was on a bench within my sightline, but he was far enough away to be inconspicuous. Three other members of our team, plus three of Rodney’s guys, were all standing around the park pretending like they weren’t all watching me.
I hated waiting. It was part of the game we had to play, but that didn’t mean I had to enjoy it. I had always been a man of action, someone that stood up and got done what needed doing, but I could force myself to be patient when I needed to be.
Still, this felt wrong for some reason. Vince had sent out feelers to some contacts we had in the Russian mob, and we got back one single bite. He said we could meet, but only briefly, and only in public.
His name was Vasili Vladikovich. He was a low-level member of the Russians, basically a courier with no real power at all. We paid him pretty well in exchange for information every once in a while. I was pretty sure he was sick of being shit on by his bosses, and so I did my best to act respectful of him when I could.
But he was a real slime ball. There was a reason the Russians never promoted him. He wasn’t stupid, but he was self-centered, slovenly, and rude. Basically, nobody liked him because he was an asshole.
I sipped my coffee, waiting. He was already fifteen minutes late, and I was getting ready to give up on the whole thing. I didn’t need Vasili or any of the Russians; we could work the thing out for ourselves. But just as I was ready to stand up and walk away, I spotted him coming into the park.
Vasili was short, fat, and had a ratty beard. He was wearing a track suit, black and white, with white pumas. He looked like the most cliché Russian gangster in the world.
I nodded to him and he came over, looking nervous.
“Vasili,” I said. “Thanks for meeting me.”
“You know how dangerous this is for me?” he snapped.
“Why is that?” I glanced at one of Rodney’s guys, who flashed me a quick “all-clear” sign.
“Our organization is on lockdown,” he said. “You know why.”
“The shipment. What happened?”
“You know what they do to rats, right?”
“Probably something similar to what we do.”
“They cut off our balls and shove them into our mouth. They make us chew and swallow them. Then they cut our throat.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Excessive.”
“Scary, I say. So you calling me here, you could get me fucking killed.”
“Okay, Vasili, but we’re safe right now.”
“Maybe. Only because I’m so smart.”
“Why is that?”
“I lost my stupid handlers.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Handlers? You’re being followed?”
He nodded. “Idiots, though.”
I flashed a quick sign to Vince. He nodded and stood up. They’d do another sweep around the area and make sure we were okay.
“Why are they following you?”
He snorted. “Because I know what’s happening. I stupidly read a message, which earned me this.” He held up his hand. It was wrapped in a white bandage.
“Finger?” I asked.
“Pinky. Clean off.”
I nodded. That made sense. Vasili was probably pissed off about the Russians taking a finger, which explained why he was willing to talk to me in the first place.
“Okay, Vasili, what did the message say?”
“Can’t tell you that.”
I clenched my jaw, willing myself to stay calm. “What can you tell me?”
“Just one thing.”
“Enough dramatics. What?”
“We were involved, in the truck getting taken.”
I let out a breath. I knew the Russians were involved, but I didn’t know how or why. Vasili’s confirmation helped a lot, though.
“I thought our organizations were friendly.”
He shrugged, picking at his nails. “Friendly, not friendly, doesn’t matter. We’re all greedy fucks, right?”
I nodded. “Why have the police pinch the truck, though?”
He grinned at me. “Good question.”
“Tell me, Vasili.”
“Sorry, Lucas. Can’t do it.” He stood up.
“Wait. I’ll pay more.”
He looked at me for a second. “Check the truck,” he said.
“It’s impounded, with the cops.”
“Check it.” He held out his hand. “Pay me.”
I made a disgusted face. “Vince is at the entrance. He’ll pay you.”
Vasili shrugged. “Okay. Good luck.”
“Make sure you take care of that pinky.”
He waved his bandaged hand and then walked quickly back toward the entrance. I saw Vince bump into him and place a package of money into his pocket. Vasili cursed but quickly realized what had happened.
He disappeared back into the city.
I leaned back on my bench and sighed, sipping my coffee. Still hot, but not hot enough.
“Well?” Vince asked.
I stood up and we began to walk back toward the car. I gave Rodney’s guys the sign to disperse.
“He says they were involved.”
“That it?”
“And to check the truck.”
Vince frowned. “Not much new there, then.”
“We know the Russians were involved. And I’m still pretty confident that we have a rat.”
“Could just be on their end.”
I nodded. I’d had the same thought. If the Russians were involved, then none of our people needed to betray us at all.
But something still felt off about the whole thing. That deal had been worked out over months, and it stood to benefit both of our organizations. Why would the Russians risk war? It just made no sense to me.
“We’ll keep digging,�
�� I said to Vince. We rounded the corner and climbed into the car.
“Back home?” he asked.
I shook my head, “Quick stop downtown.”
“What for?”
I grinned at him. “Just need to do some panty shopping.”
He gave me a weird look but just shrugged. “Okay, boss.”
We pulled back out into traffic, and I leaned back in my seat, smiling to myself.
Remembering Natalie, that dress, my cock in her mouth.
The taste of her pussy was still on my lips.
Chapter Fifteen: Natalie
When I woke up the next morning, I still couldn’t get what had happened the night before out of my head.
Lucas’s body, the way he touched me. His hungry look. The way I lost control and couldn’t stop myself from touching his muscular chest, from kissing his grinning lips, from feeling his thick cock.
I ordered my usual breakfast, or at least the breakfast I’d been eating the last few days, and sat at the small table set in front of a window. The view was actually very lovely; I watched the grounds stretch out from my window and the cars that crawled along the road.
But my head was still stuck on the night before, which it really, really shouldn’t have been. I needed to get myself together and move past him.
Frustrated, I stood up and quickly got dressed. I finish off my coffee and then stepped out into the hall.
Instantly I had no clue where I was going. I felt nervous wandering around the property without any destination, but I wanted to explore and I had nothing else to do.
So I began to walk. I started with my wing, purposefully avoiding Lucas’s hall, and basically began trying doors at random. I quickly found out that a majority of them were locked.
But some of them weren’t. I found a storage room with linens and bedding, another large bathroom with multiple toilets and showers, an indoor basketball court, a small gym, a bowling alley, and what looked like an old classroom.
All the while everything was covered in gilt and expensive fabrics. It was the most ostentatious place I had ever seen in my life, and the more I moved through it, the more I was convinced that it was huge.
I followed the stairway down to the bottom and pushed open the door. I found myself in the kitchen. The place was packed with workers, servants and cooks alike, some standing around and chatting, some hard at work on food prep.