Going Deep, #2

by Mia Ford

  Finally, she raised her face, and her gaze locked right on me. She gestured, a small flick of her hand indicating she wanted me to come to her. Confused, but somehow excited, I snapped one quick look to the stage perimeter to be sure things were cool and then moved toward the bar.

  I met her at the pass-through.

  She licked her luscious lips as I waited for whatever she needed to say. Maybe one of the girls needed extra attention tonight. That happened sometimes when Hannah got a strange vibe or one of the girls had gotten bizarre messages on Facebook.

  She shocked me when she said, “We have an hour. Follow me.”

  Holy fuck.

  She pushed through the door into the dark hallway, where only one dim overhead lamp spread a small pool of light. I followed. I still had no way of knowing what this meant, but my cock seemed to understand perfectly. It pressed against my zipper with a force I hadn’t felt in months, hard, pulsing.

  When we arrived at the stairs, she reached behind and took my hand. The warm slide of her fingers into mine sent an unexpected burst of heat through my body. I hadn’t held a woman’s hand in years, and that small gesture brought memories flashing through my head. Movies. Picnics. Carnivals. Dances. Making out in cars and basements. Football games. Cheerleaders. My first crush. My first blowjob. My first fuck. My first love. All of it met and merged like lightning strikes between our hands.

  Emotions, some I’d thought long gone, erupted. Happiness. Friendship. Hope.

  It was innocent. Trusting. Sublime.

  I squeezed her hand and followed her like a lamb to the slaughter. Richie and Butch could have been waiting behind that closed door at the top of the stairs to tear my head from my shoulders and I would have still followed just to hold that dainty hand.

  She keyed three separate locks, and then we were inside.

  No Richie. No Butch. Just a girl whose perfume smelled like a flower garden in spring.

  She stared up at me like the world’s most precious gift.

  And I was thinking weird thoughts like the world’s biggest sap, but I couldn’t help it. She did something to me.

  She closed the door, leaned back, and then grabbed fistfuls of my shirt.

  It was the only invitation I needed.

  I grabbed her arms, yanked her against me, and slammed my mouth over hers. She lifted onto her toes to press harder. My tongue swept inside her mouth, finding warmth and an unbelievable sweetness. My hands found her ass and lifted, and she wrapped her legs around my waist instinctively. Pressing her tight against the door, I reveled in the sensations of her soft willing flesh smashed against the hardness of my own. My mouth roamed from her lips to her ear and down the column of her throat. Her head fell back, granting me more access, and I nipped and sucked at every exposed inch, cupping her face and holding her still as I pressed kisses against her pulse and her chin.

  I needed, though, to feel skin. I pressed her harder in place then yanked her red blouse over her head, revealing a lacy cotton bra that, in any other moment, I might have taken the time to admire. I couldn’t stop. I slipped my hands behind her, undid the clasp, and let the bra drop to the floor, staring as sweet plump tits spilled out. Lifting her higher, I clamped my mouth over one tight nipple and suckled. Her moans made my cock harden further, and precum dampened my pants.

  My tongue toyed with the taut nipple, swirling around it and then sucking and drawing it out between my lips. She raked her fingers through my hair, clutching my head and drawing me closer, her legs tightening around my waist as she rubbed her pussy against me, creating friction. The smell of her arousal spiked through the air, musky, sweet, compelling. Her skin was pure fire, and the taste of her tits, her mouth, her flesh made me hard as a fucking hammer. I could have pounded nails, but my cock had other ideas. We were going to pound her.

  Chapter Six: Hannah

  It was risky. I knew it, he knew it, and still I’d been compelled to do this. If we were never going to be in the same place at the same time again, I needed to know what had happened between us and what, if any, kind of future existed for us. I wanted a future. I wanted out of this place. I wanted Danny O’Shea. I didn’t care where he’d come from, who he really was, or what he was looking for in life. I hoped he’d been looking for me.

  I thought he, somehow, saw the real me, the one buried beneath the Hannah who ran the bar, the Hannah who had a bastard for a brother, the Hannah who was been trapped in the South Side with no way out. If he could see the real me, I had to know for sure.

  The man did something to me. My pussy clenched, my tits swelled, my clit throbbed any time I caught a glance of him. When he smiled or winked or—God help me—even looked in my direction, my heart soared with a kind of happiness I hadn’t felt in my entire adult life, and very seldom in my childhood.

  Now he was here in my arms. His hair felt like silk, his body like a redwood, his cock, which pulsed against my ass, like a steel rod.

  I clutched his head between my hands as though he were the only thing holding me to earth, yet in his arms, I felt like a soaring bird, free to fly, free to strive for things I’d long wanted but never had the strength to take. I would take this. I would take him.

  His lips caught at my nipple again, sucking, pulling, threatening to steal my willpower and judgment. I gave them willingly. Each touch of his lips sent a fire through my veins, burning, flashing bright all the way to the aching bud between my thighs. His hands clutched my ass, kneading and tugging me against him so hard and close there wasn’t a breath of air between our bodies.

  We’d yet to say a word, but our bodies had said so many things over the last week I didn’t think words were even necessary. Pure want. Pure need. Pure pleasure.

  Danny pushed a hand between us, and his thumb found my clit. That tiny bit of pressure rocketed through me so fast that my entire body shuddered in his grasp. The sensation snaked up my spine and set my brain on fire. I pressed harder against him, and he began to rub, the friction through my boy shorts and panties sparking an orgasm within moments. I quaked and clutched him tighter, my moans sounding weak and helpless, but I felt anything but weak and helpless. I felt powerful, alive, yearning for more.

  I cried out, and his mouth covered mine. Even with the rhythmic thump of the music beneath our feet and through the barrier of the door, somehow, he knew that small sound could trigger an alarm in someone who might overhear. I was grateful for his kiss, for his caution.

  As the orgasm abated, I slumped against him, and he took that as a signal. His hand left my ass, and the sweet sigh of a zipper being pulled met my ears. He slid his fingers inside my shorts and panties and pulled the material to the side and then rammed his long, hard cock into my pussy in one stroke. I was so wet it slid inside easily all the way to the hilt. So hard. So strong. So thick and long. I had only one thought. Mine.

  The pressure of that pulsing cock nearly made me swoon as it filled me, seeming to swell within me to stroke every inch of my aching flesh. The glide and slide of his hot skin against my even hotter flesh felt like heaven, the smooth velvety shaft rubbing over my G-spot and causing an ache to spiral through my pelvis. I tilted my hips slightly and ground my clit against his body, a signal to move.

  He began to pump, his lips locked on my throat, sucking and licking and then pressing open-mouthed kisses on my pulse. His cock pounded into me with the strength of a battering ram, and like a plundered door, I opened and accepted everything he had to give. Danny made soft sounds as his cock mercilessly rammed into my cunt. Juices dripped between my legs, and my orgasm began to build. The combination of his cock rubbing my G-spot and my clit burning against his clothing brought my senses to overload. Heat curled through my body, and sweat began to pool between my tits. Danny lifted me slightly and licked the salty sweat from my skin, drawing soft flesh into his mouth and tonguing it and flicking my nipples again and again until the very touch of his tongue took me to delirious heights.

  I ran my hands over his strong shoulders and
down his chest, finally snatching his T-shirt and yanking it over his head. I touched his muscles for the first time, hard mounds of flesh that rippled and flexed beneath my fingers. I squeezed and stroked, feeling the smooth, firm skin and dark swirls of hair, longing to touch my mouth to every inch of him. My fingers slid over the tats covering his arms and his massive chest, dark, somewhat primal spirals that seemed to breathe with a life of their own.

  My cunt clenched down on his cock, and his breathing hitched. He latched onto my nipple and bit me softly and then rammed into me one last time. His body shuddered, and mine followed, both of us quaking against the door, holding on to one another like lifelines. His cock pulsed within me, and my pussy spasmed, over and over, holding his body tightly within mine as though I could hold him to me forever with my grip.

  He pumped a few more times, and small quivers snaked through my pussy, my clit still aching. I rubbed it quickly against him, sending more flutters through my pelvis to shock me into another small orgasm. Then I cupped his face. I lifted it from my tits and kissed him. Softly. Tenderly. Like a lover.

  He stared at me for a long moment, those dark eyes glittering with both desire and satiation. His gaze went from my eyes to my lips and came back to my eyes.

  “We should talk,” he said.

  “I guess we should.”

  He pulled away gently, the loss of his cock a void I couldn’t fill on my own. He lowered me to the floor and, like a gentleman, righted my shorts and reached for my shirt. I shook my head. I liked the way he stared at me, as though my body held secrets he longed to unlock. If he asked, I’d give him the key.

  I’d probably give him anything.

  Chapter Seven: Danny

  I’d known she was beautiful. Every day I’d been lucky enough to stare at the olive skin, the raven hair that spilled over her shoulders in soft waves, the ocean-blue eyes that sparkled when she chatted with her customers and flashed when she argued with Butch. But now I saw more. Those large tits topped with luscious pink nipples, that juicy cunt that had held my cock like a vise, squeezing me until all I could think of was her, and this rocking bod, which glowed with health and vitality, her skin smooth and unblemished. All of it created a beautiful image, that most wondrous of creatures—a perfect woman.

  But inside of that perfect woman was a girl I barely knew. A real one, beyond the bartender, beyond the sister, beyond the boss. I’d caught glimpses of her when she glanced at me. I’d heard her when she giggled at something a customer said. I’d watched her as she gave out gestures of kindness like candy to children. This was the Hannah I wanted to see more of. This was the Hannah I thought just might change my life.

  I cupped my hand against her cheek, and she cuddled her face into my palm.

  “Why today?” I asked.

  She shrugged. “Why not today?”

  “The Hannah I know doesn’t do spontaneous. I think you planned this, you little minx.”

  She blushed a bit, so pretty on her, and then smiled. “I guess you know me too well.”

  “Not nearly well enough,” I said, “but we can fix that.”

  She sighed, a heavy sigh that filled her chest and then deflated like a balloon. I lifted her face up to mine and kissed her softly on the lips.

  “Hey, it’s not as bad as all that.”

  She shook her head and then plopped onto the sofa. “Once he gets his hooks into you, you’re lost to me.”

  “No, never.”

  “You don’t know Richie, at least not well enough.” She clutched her hands together and gave me a small, pitiful look. “I guess...I guess I just needed to fuck you one time, see if my feelings were real, and if they were, whether I can leave them in the past.”

  “And can you?”

  “I don’t think so,” she said miserably.

  “I think it’s more than that.” I sat down beside her and took her hands in mine, small warm hands that fluttered like baby birds. “Your feelings are real, Hannah. I know that because mine are real.” She glanced up suddenly, her eyes hopeful, and I nodded.

  “Really?”

  “Really,” I said with a smile. “But I think you suspected that. There’s something between us, and we both feel it.” I paused, unsure what to ask, not wanting to scare her or take away any happiness we’d created today. Finally, I said, “What are you really afraid of?”

  She gave me a slide-glance and turned her head, but not before I saw the single tear track down her cheek. I gathered her into my arms and lay back, cradling her. My fingers drifted over the swell of her tit, gliding over smooth flesh and circling the nipple, which, despite her tears, puckered under my touch.

  “Come on, baby, talk. We’ll figure it out.”

  “Oh, Danny, you have no idea what’s going to happen here. Richie has arranged things now. We’ll never see one another. Our paths will never cross. Somehow, he knows I’ve developed...these feelings, and he’s not going to allow them to grow. He’ll kill them like he kills everything else. I should never have done this.”

  She burst into tears, and I grabbed a Kleenex from the box on the coffee table. Funny how the box was just sitting right there. Did Hannah often spend her evenings crying?

  That shit stopped now.

  I cradled her tight and let her cry for a few moments, and when the sobs turned to sniffles, I handed her the tissue. She blew her nose, a small delicate noise, and then I sat up and took hold of her shoulders. She kept her head down until I said, “Look at me.”

  I pointed to my face. “See this mug?”

  She nodded.

  “If you think this is the last you’ll see of it, think again, doll. This is me telling you that there’s something here, something I want to pursue, and I think you want to pursue it too. Am I right or wrong?”

  She licked her lips as though trying to find the right words.

  “Whether you’re right or wrong, whether we want something or not, doesn’t mean we’ll get what we want.”

  I shook my head. “Hannah, you don’t know me well enough, but believe me when I say that what I want, I get.” I gave her shoulders a shake and smiled. “I got you, didn’t I?”

  She giggled, that soft sweet sound that sent ripples of happiness through my body, ending in my cock of course. No matter what was going on, everything eventually ended in my cock. It was the way I was wired. My cock had already perked right up, eager for another go at the pretty girl.

  I glanced at the clock on the cable box. 6:20. We had another glorious forty minutes to explore bodies, hash out emotions, and seal our fates. It had taken me just twenty minutes to realize this woman might be the love of my life.

  I pushed her down on the sofa, and she gave me another giggle. I whipped her shorts and panties off so fast I think I made her head spin. She lay there blinking up at me. I stood, shucked my pants as fast as I could, and when she opened her arms, I found shelter and joy there, along with three more orgasms.

  I’m not sure how many she had, but I came through like a champ. She came easily, her cum bathing my cock, filling my mouth, leaking on my thighs. She sucked my cock like a professional, swallowing my cum when I came down her throat. I spilled deep into her cunt, feeling her pussy clench and milk my cock to the last drop of cum, and then I came between her tits and watched as her finger swooped up the cum and she licked it off.

  This woman might have been my soul mate.

  Soul mate or not, I promised I’d make arrangements to clean her couch. It was the least I could do.

  When I left her at the door at 6:55, my pulse quickened. A part of me—a really stupid part—wondered if she was right. Richie had already warned me away from his sister. I’d somehow worked my way onto the map of Hannah’s life, and I sensed a collision coming. My only hope was that, no matter what happened to me, Hannah would never feel the repercussions of our afternoon delight.

  I had my own asshole moments, but I was basically an okay guy, and I wanted her safe and happy, preferably as part of my life. But if I had
to abandon her to keep her safe, I would. Even though I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the same.

  TO BE CONTINUED IN PART III

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