by Leah Wilde
“Please suck me off,” he whimpered after another minute of this teasing, his grip in her hair going tighter and harder as he pulled her away from his balls. “Please. My cock. It needs to be sucked.”
Fiona licked her lips and leaned in to kiss his cock again, making Vince groan out in impatience as she lined every inch of his shaft with sweet, chaste kisses. “Please,” he moaned out pathetically, pulling a little on her hair and hissing as she finally gave open-mouthed kisses to the tip of his dick, barely getting it wet with the inside of her mouth. “Oh, Jesus, I need it so bad,” he whined, his eyes falling shut again as Fiona sucked on the tip of his dick for one second before letting it go.
It was exhilarating, driving him to the point of frustration like this, seeing how his hips got more impatient, jutting forward into the air in the hopes of thrusting down her throat, feeling how his fingers started to tremble in her hair after minutes passed by with barely any contact between them. But eventually, Fiona couldn’t stop herself anymore. She wanted to taste his cum, to feel it on her skin, to feel his cock vibrate with energy as his pleasure pulsed out of him. She couldn’t deny herself that pleasure any longer, even as the vibrations of her orgasm still thundered inside her heart, her body still aching with the memory of her cunt exploding around Vince’s thick cock.
“Please,” Vince whimpered. “I need to fuck your face.”
That did it. She couldn’t resist any longer, leaning in to suck the full head of his cock into her mouth while her hand began jacking off the rest of his shaft with more pressure, squeezing around him even as she pulled off to lick long hot lines on every side of his dick.
Vince followed through on his promise, pinning one hand on the wall behind Fiona’s head to brace his weight as he began jerking his hips forward, sending more of his cock onto Fiona’s willing tongue, finally making her gag as he hit the back of her throat.
Fiona recovered nicely, swallowing around the head of his cock and getting her throat to relax as Vince fucked her face more roughly, giving her all of his cock. She moaned around him, enjoying the feeling of his big cock in her mouth and throat, filling her up just as well as it’d done earlier.
“Yes, fuck, yes, you dirty little, sweet little, fucking slut, my sweet fucking slut,” he groaned as he fucked her harder, panting desperately for air as he moved faster and faster.
Fiona reached behind him with one hand to grab at his ass, squeezing at the firm muscle there while her other hand remained on his ball sac, pulling it gently as it slapped against her face, making her feel like a mischievous little brat, teasing him to the edge.
Soon, she could feel his pace stuttering, his dick pausing and slowing down a little as the sensations began to overwhelm him. She pulled off of Vince’s cock, wiping her mouth and breathing deeply as she stared up at him in wordless question.
“Just…one second, baby,” Vince panted out, smiling down at her sweetly and cupping the side of her face as he struggled to catch his breath. “You’ve got a sweet face, you know that?” he whispered, tracing her wet lips with his fingertips and moaning a little as she sucked one of his fingers into her mouth. “Where do you want me to come?” he asked as soon as she let go of his finger.
Fiona shrugged and grinned at him, waving one hand in front of her whole body to assure him that any choice would be fine with her.
Vince leaned in again and pressed their mouths together, sliding his tongue against hers while his other hand slipped back down to her cunt, slowly stimulating her clit with the tips of his fingers. Fiona knew there was no way she was coming again tonight. She’d blown out every fuse in her body, exploding harder than she’d ever had in her life. There was no way she could summon up the energy to have even a weak orgasm at the moment, but it was still nice, feeling Vince play around in her wetness, spreading her open and messing around with her as he pleased. It reminded her that he’d claimed her, that he’d taken her under his wing and made it his personal mission to take care of her. It reminded her that she was special.
Fiona straightened up, keeping her legs in the same position as before so that Vince could continue to play with her pussy, and reached for Vince’s cock again, sucking on it harder than before while she jacked her hand back and forth at the base of his dick. She hummed around him a little, wanting to cause as much stimulation as possible, to bring him to the edge. He deserved to come, especially after waiting for so long, for being so patient and understanding with her. He deserved to feel good, too, and she knew just the trick to pull it off.
“Oh, baby. Baby, baby, I’m going to…I’ m gonna fucking…” Vince’s words trailed off into a series of increasingly deep groans, his eyebrows furrowing up in concentration as he held himself back, clearly right on the verge of his orgasm. “Baby!” he screamed out, a warning tone in his voice as he stared down at her with wide, burning eyes.
Fiona pulled her mouth off of his cock again, making him groan out in complaint, but then she latched her mouth onto his balls, sucking them forcefully until he breathed out a broken, sobbing moan, sounding more helpless and desperate than she’d ever heard him before. At the same time, she kept her hand on his cock, jerking him off frantically while her other hand dug deeper into the flesh of his ass, driving into him as hard as possible while she sucked his sac until his legs trembled weakly and he groaned out, “It’s gonna happen! It’s fucking! Goddammit, shit, fuck!”
Fiona pulled back again, lying flat and ready as she pointed Vince’s cock towards her bare chest, grinning at the wet warm splashing sensation of Vince’s cum splattering its way across her breasts, coating her nipples with white essence.
“Jesus Christ in fucking Heaven,” Vince murmured breathlessly before he collapsed on top of Fiona, half of his body pressed on her shoulder and half of her chest while his other half was splayed out next to her. “Fucking…baby, that was amazing.”
“Mm,” Fiona murmured in response, turning her head to kiss whatever stretch of skin she could easily reach with her lips.
“Just to be clear,” Vince said, flipping over onto his side to face Fiona and smiling softly as he brushed some of the sweaty strands of hair out of her eyes. “You can talk now if you want.”
Fiona chuckled lowly and wrapped her arm around Vince’s shoulders and neck, tangling her fingers into his sweaty hair and scratching at his scalp. “I know that. I just…I don’t know. I like sitting in the quiet with you.”
“Okay,” Vince said with a smile, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he relaxed into Fiona’s touch. “We can be quiet together.”
For a moment, Fiona let them have this moment together, tangling their legs together and giggling softly as they tickled each other’s stomachs. But soon enough, before the sun could rise in the sky again, she forced herself to pull away, disentangling her limbs from Vince’s and forcing herself away even as Vince whined and tried to clutch at her, to keep in her place in the safety of her bed.
“Come on,” Fiona said, wiping at her chest with a towel and picking her clothes up from off the floor. “We’ve got a safety deposit box to open.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Standing out in the cold, hugging his own shoulders while Fiona struggled with the key to the gate that separated the Romano warehouse from the street at the edge of town, Vince had to remind himself why this was worth it. It was so tempting to pull on Fiona’s shoulders and tug her back to her shitty apartment, where they could be naked together, cuddling under the blankets until dawn. No, he berated himself inwardly, biting his lip as Fiona cursed and tried the next key on her chain. This is important. This is family business. We can’t give up until we find out what Dad wanted Fiona to know.
He played lookout, keeping his eyes peeled to every dark shadowy corner of the street in case any of the Romano foot-soldiers were on duty tonight, watching the warehouse or following them or some combination of the two. He wasn’t as paranoid as Fiona was, ducking her head every time they passed someone on the street on the way ove
r here, but he still felt nervous. He didn’t even let his driver take them over here. After the events at his father’s funeral, Vince didn’t know who he could trust anymore, except for Fiona. Looking at her in her little grey beanie and her big winter coat, he felt warm in his chest, like there was a tiny little star where his heart used to be.
“Aha! Got it!” Fiona cried out, keeping her voice relatively low as she turned to beam at Vince, her eyes alight with the glow of victory. “Gate’s unlocked.”
“That’s my girl,” Vince said as he followed Fiona through the main gate, taking her hand in his as they walked into the warehouse and tracked down the safety deposit box that Paulie had willed to Fiona.
“You ready for this?” Fiona asked in a hushed whisper as she pointed to the correct box in the long row of boxes against the wall of the warehouse.
Vince honestly didn’t know the answer to that question. He was about to get a message from his dad, from beyond the grave, and it wasn’t even intended for him. As much as his father had preferred him to Guido, putting him in charge of the business, he didn’t trust him as much as he trusted Fiona. That hurt, even though he knew that his father was probably justified for feeling that way.
“I can do it myself, if you want,” Fiona said softly when he didn’t answer right away. “You know, if you want to have plausible deniability in case this gets us into hot water with Mama Romano and Guido.”
“What?” Vince said, totally baffled. “Do you think I care about that, my reputation with my family? Seriously?”
Fiona shrugged, but she dropped her gaze to the floor, suddenly too bashful to look Vince directly in the eyes. “I would understand if you did. It’s your family. It’s like, if someone told me I couldn’t look after my dad anymore, for any reason, I’d be upset by it.”
“Your dad’s not a murderer,” Vince argued.
“Doesn’t matter,” Fiona said. “They’re your family. Your mother and your brother. That counts for something, even if they are the worst people to ever walk on the face of the planet. I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to turn back now and do what they say.”
Vince shook his head, feeling slightly incredulous about what he was hearing. “You think I’m going to abandon you?” Vince asked, stepping closer to Fiona, who looked adorably terrified, like a deer caught in the headlights. “You think I’m just going to turn back and go back to my easy, cushy little life doing nothing but follow my family’s commands because I’m too scared to do what I really want to do?”
“What do you really want to do?” Fiona asked breathlessly, stepping a little closer until barely any distance separated their bodies.
“Be with you,” Vince said without thinking, without a single moment of hesitation. “I need to be with you, Fiona. I thought that was obvious.”
“Oh,” Fiona said, looking away from him, her cheeks flushing visibly red even in the shadows of the closed-down warehouse. “I thought…never mind.”
“What? What did you think?” Vince asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous that he’d overstepped an invisible boundary.
“I just suspected that maybe you didn’t see this as a serious thing,” Fiona said with another shrug, but it felt forced and inauthentic, like she was trying to make herself look much more nonchalant and relaxed than she really felt. “I just thought maybe it was more casual, you know, like a lot of people do nowadays.”
Vince felt a flash of anger go up his spine, but it was really just covering up for the sense of hurt that struck him. Fiona thought he didn’t care about her? That he didn’t mean anything serious when he got her to sign the contract? It hurt him more than he’d have liked to admit, like she’d accused him of some terrible crime, something utterly unspeakable. His mouth had fallen open, ready to fire off a retort when he caught a sight of Fiona’s eyes, worried and anxious, even as they were pointed at the floor under her feet.
Vince sighed and stepped closer to Fiona, reaching over to take one of her hands between both of his, bringing her fingers up to his lips to softly kiss. “I understand why you might have thought that. I used to have sex with a lot of girls, just to let off steam. But it got me a reputation as a playboy, like that’s all I’m interested in. But I want to be very clear with you: when I had that contract drawn up, I wasn’t just fucking around. I don’t mean to freak you out, Fiona, but I mean business. Like, the long haul, actually trying to make things work. That’s what I want.”
Fiona’s voice, when she spoke, was tiny and scared, like a mouse trapped under a foot. But there was an unmistakable note of hope hiding within her words as she said, “Really? You mean it?”
“Yes,” Vince said confidently, kissing Fiona’s fingers again, slowly, one by one, passing back over them with his mouth, over and over again until she finally looked up to meet his gaze. “I mean it. I really, really mean it. I’m here with you. No one else. Okay?”
“Okay,” Fiona said, smiling a little before she leaned in to kiss him, pressing her tongue gently against his, their mouths locked together in a tight embrace for several long seconds before either of them summoned the strength to pull away. “All right, I guess it’s time we finally open it and see what old Paulie has to say. Ready?”
“Ready,” Vince answered, and now that he had Fiona’s hand clutching back at his, he knew that he really was.
Fiona brought the tiny little key back out, shoving it into the slot at the center of the deposit box, turning it slowly before she pulled it out and yanked the box out of its place on the wall, revealing a thick stack of white papers nestled inside.
“What’s this…” Fiona murmured to herself as she pulled the papers out of the box and slid the box back into its place on the wall. “It’s…Paulie’s stationery. The one he kept locked in a drawer under his desk. You know that one drawer that doesn’t open? That was Paulie’s. We don’t know where the key is. Maybe he was keeping this stuff inside the drawer the whole time, until he had his will made up.”
“What does it say?” Vince asked, stepping a bit closer and squinting to try to read some of the writing on the first piece of paper in the pile.
“Hold on, give me a second,” Fiona said, sitting down on the floor next to the wall of safety deposit boxes and rifling through the papers until she landed on something that made her look up at Vince with her jaw dropped open. “Vince. Get over here.”
“What? What is it?” Vince asked, his heart beginning to pound in the center of his throat, some combination of fear and excitement gripping his stomach hard as he sat down next to Fiona and leaned over to read what she was pointing at.
“It’s a kill order,” Fiona said, biting down on her bottom lip.
“It looks…like a notice for recycling around the office?” Vince said, totally confused.
Fiona shook her head and smiled sadly. “It’s code. Paulie was too smart to let anyone in the organization write anything incriminating down, otherwise they’d just be giving the FBI a paper trail to work with.”
Vince nodded slowly, staring down at the “recycling policy notice” in front of them. “So, you send this to whatever enforcer, and they know that the person named on the form needs to get whacked?”
“Essentially, yes,” Fiona said. “There are a few more steps in the process. You have to file it with Paulie first, to make sure that there are no issues before the hit is carried out. But it looks like this never got his approval. There’s no stamp on it. Paulie always used to stamp everything that came across his desk.”
“What does that mean?” Vince asked.
Fiona sighed and tapped her fingers on the piece of paper thoughtfully. “It means that, no matter how Paulie managed to get his hands on this, he didn’t approve the hit. Someone else did. In this case, it was Old Tommy. The guy who we thought died of a heart attack about six months ago? Well, it looks like someone wanted him gone and made it happen. But it wasn’t Paulie. I would’ve heard about it, and I would’ve seen this document before.” Fiona shook her head and res
umed rifling through the papers in her hands. “Oh, Jesus,” she said under her breath a minute later. “Daniels, too?”
“What? What about him?” Vince asked, vaguely remembering a senior member of the organization by that name who must have passed away sometime over the past year.
Fiona blew out her breath in frustration. “It looks like his little ‘heart attack’ was more than it seemed.” She kept going through the papers rather than stopping to peruse any one document. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Sal, Bobby, Harry? All died in the last year. I didn’t think anything of it, but Paulie figured it out. They were murdered, Vince. All of them.”
“Shit,” Vince whispered, leaning over Fiona to read the latest “recycling notice” that she found. “What does this mean, though? Who could do this?”
Fiona gave him a pointed look, silent for a long minute before she finally spoke. “Who do you think, Vince?”