Mia's Return

by Tracy Cooper-Posey

  But he did not stay away, either. He kept returning to the trailer, finding excuses to come back, some of them flimsy even to Mia’s ears. “You have to find better reasons, Alexander. You have bosses, people who don’t like to be fucked with. They don’t just fire you, in your business. They take you out into a lonely canyon and two weeks later the police find a body with a bullet in the base of its skull and they’re trying to match fingerprints.”

  But still, he kept returning and she kept up her one-way seduction, unable to stop herself.

  Until, on her eighteenth birthday, Alexander kissed her twice.

  The first one was a chaste kiss on the cheek in front of her family, around the kitchen table. She smiled her thanks and waited. Her opportunity came two hours later, when the party was winding down. She saw Alexander take the garbage bags out to the bins at the end of the park. She checked to make sure no one was watching her, then slipped out the front door and circled around to meet him as he was heading back.

  “You owe me a better kiss than that peck you gave me,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

  He glanced around for witnesses but she didn’t care. The trailer park could go fuck itself. They’d all tell Juan but what could Juan do? This was Alexander.

  “Let go, Mia,” he said quietly. “You know this isn’t a good idea.”

  “Just kiss me, Alex. It’s dark. The world will see you kissing yet another woman.”

  “You really think I give a damn what the world thinks?” he said sharply.

  “Then why…?”

  “For the love of…” he said with a sigh. He dipped his head, his hands about her face and kissed her.

  Her breath left her in a rush as his lips fitted over hers. It felt right. All her imaginings, all her fantasies, had not painted it better than this. She had not conceived the heat, the softness, the moisture of his lips and his tongue as it stole into her mouth and stroked her teeth and tongue.

  One hand slid down to press her against him, low against the back of her hip. The other slid into her hair and held her head steady. She needed it. She was dizzy, her pussy slick with sudden, shocking arousal. She moaned into his mouth and wound her arms around his neck, trying to inhale him. She wanted more, much more.

  She could feel his cock rear between them and welcomed it. She rubbed herself against its length, wanting it inside her.

  Alexander let her go and she staggered back a step. He was breathing hard. “Do you understand now?” he said quietly. “If I start, there’s a real chance I might not stop and what I want to do to you is beyond your wildest imaginings, sweet Mia. I’ll corrupt your soul.”

  “You might be surprised.” Her voice was hoarse.

  “There’s very little left in this world that can surprise me,” Alexander said bitterly.

  “I love you,” she said softly. “Does that surprise you?”

  He groaned and covered his eyes with his hands. Abruptly, he turned and walked into the shadows and was gone.

  He didn’t return for two weeks. Mia graduated high school in that time. She was standing in the kitchen area, washing dishes, her mind drifting with the bubbles when he slid into the corner of her vision. She held back her gasp of surprise and wiped her hands on the towel, trying to get her heart back under control.

  Even at ten in the morning, Alexander looked drained. Haunted.

  “Alex—”

  He held up a hand. “Let me speak first. Then you can call me what you want.”

  “There’s no one home but me,” she warned.

  “I know.” He took a breath. “If Juan knew I was here, he’d kill me. He saw us the night of your birthday. He agreed to leave you out of it if I never saw or spoke to you again.”

  She drew in a shaky breath. “But you’re his superior. I don’t know how it all works but I know that much.”

  “You’re his sister. Hierarchy doesn’t count when it comes to blood.” He pushed a hand through his hair. “There are other…issues. I’m going to have to leave town. There’s a man from…well, elsewhere. Zachariah. I think I can arrange something with him. I’ll spare you the details. But I have to go.” His blue eyes pinned her to the spot, as they glittered with intensity. “I’m here to say goodbye.”

  Extraordinary calm came over her. “Take me with you.”

  Alexander shook his head. Slowly. “We’d be hunted by everyone. Juan will never rest. He’ll have the commission out looking for us and we’d never be able to stop running.”

  “Then marry me. Juan can’t argue with that.”

  He stared at her.

  She had her first moment of doubt. “Unless…you don’t want to, that is. I’m sorry. I just assumed…idiot me…” She turned back to the sink, dying inside.

  He turned her around, rough and fast. “For god’s sake, don’t look like that. I’d marry you in a heartbeat, if I thought it’d actually solve anything. But I still don’t know if you realize what you’d be getting into if you came with me. You don’t know who I am. Not really.”

  “I have ears. You think people don’t talk? My brothers mix with bad blood, too. I hear things.”

  “No, not the business stuff,” he said, his voice rasping. “All this time you’ve been playing a dangerous game with me, not knowing who it is you’ve been toying with.”

  “You’re wrong,” she said, her heart fluttering.

  He moved quickly, pushing her up against the counter and bending her over, so that her torso and the top of her breasts were supported against it. Her ass was pushed up against him and she gasped.

  “You think so, hmmm?” he crooned, his voice low, suddenly dark with promise. His hands slid down to rest on her ass, then spread out and around to grip her hips.

  She shivered. What was this? Was he about to fuck her right here in the kitchen? She looked over her shoulder at him, as her nipples hardened. She didn’t care. Let him. Her virginity had always been his to take anyway. If this was to be his parting gift, or her way of convincing him to take her with him, so be it. “More,” she told him and pressed her hips back against him. Let him feel her wet pussy through her cotton skirt.

  He groaned and thrust against her and she could feel his cock lengthen and harden against her ass. She began to tremble.

  “You have a pretty idea of sex and romance,” he told her. “But it’s a different world where I come from.” His hands slid up the back of her thighs, making her pant and her legs shake. He flipped her skirt up across her back and stroked her ass through her panties, close to her damp cleft. “Sex is just the beginning.” He grabbed her panties and ripped them from her.

  She gasped, grabbing at the counter, her pussy rippling as moisture oozed from her. Her clit was throbbing and she moaned from the ache to have it touched and from the need to come.

  Alexander was roughly pushing her tank top up her torso now, exposing her breasts. Her grip on the counter was desperate. Her nails dug into the sides of it and she almost wept as his big hands cupped her breasts and her rock-hard nipples brushed against his palms. She arched back as he squeezed them gently.

  “Like this?” he asked softly.

  “Yes,” she hissed but it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

  “How about this?” he asked and pulled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

  She bucked as shafts of electrifying pleasure bolted straight to her clitoris. She began to pant again.

  His hands smoothed their way down to between her legs, toward her clitoris. She moaned in anticipation as one curled over her mons. His fingers slipped between her damp labia, bumping against her clit, making her twitch and gasp. He stroked, teasing, not intending to make her come but soaking his fingers in her juices.

  He brought his hands around to her rear and began to stroke again, gathering juices, then thrusting his fingers inside her. She moaned, pushing back. “Harder,” she gasped. “More.”

  He pushed another finger inside her and there was a sharp pain and a small tearing soun
d that made her gasp, her eyes widening.

  Alexander grew very still. “Jesus Christ, you’ve never fucked anyone,” he breathed.

  “You’re asking if I’m a virgin?”

  “I think I just took care of that technicality.” He withdrew his fingers. “Stand up and turn around,” he said dryly.

  She stood up, trembling, letting her skirt drop around her thighs and turned around, tugging down her top.

  His hand was bloody.

  “You didn’t know?” she asked.

  “You seemed…knowledgeable.” He moved to the empty sink and washed his hand.

  “Virginity and innocence don’t always go hand in hand,” she said and this time she knew she was the one who sounded dry.

  “What, you were saving yourself for me?” he said, his back to her.

  “Yes.”

  She saw his movements check. Then he turned to face her. “Why me? I’m…rotten.” His expression grew grim. “Besides, it’s too late, now.”

  She nodded. “It’s too late for us but I still want you. I’ve wanted you for two years. Now I want you to take me. Will you? For my birthday? I want you to take me in every perverted way you can think of. In every hole. In every way. By the time you walk out that door, I don’t want to be a virgin in any way.”

  He swallowed, as sweat suddenly glistened at his temples. “Good Christ, Mia. Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamed of doing just that?”

  She smiled. “About as many as I’ve masturbated over and over and wished you would.”

  Alexander drew in a shaky breath. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “You’re killing me.”

  “Then fuck me and leave, Alex.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t know if I can.”

  “What, fuck me?”

  “Oh, I can do that,” he breathed. “It’s the leaving I’m not sure of.”

  She smiled.

  “You don’t understand,” he said, drawing her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her. “If I don’t leave, we could both die. Haven’t you yet realized the stakes?”

  She nodded as understanding dawned in her. “I do now,” she whispered. Alexander’s drawn face, his great reluctance to touch her, finally made sense. “Don’t worry about it. Just fuck me and I will make you leave. I promise I won’t cling to you afterward.”

  “Impossible situation….” he muttered and rested his head against hers with a sigh.

  Mia knew she would have to push Alexander into acting. He was skewered by his better judgment and wouldn’t put her at risk by something he did. She was going to have to do it for him. She lifted her lips the scant inch she needed to bring them against his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She brought her hand up to the back of his head, holding his head steady and keeping it there, so she could kiss him deeply.

  At the same time, she found the tab on the zipper of his trousers and slipped it undone. She pushed her hand inside and over the elastic of his boxers. The heat of his cock guided her. She closed her hand around it and stroked upward, lightly.

  Alex groaned and his hips jerked. He broke away from her, staring. His chest rose and fell swiftly. He licked his lips.

  Mia pulled off her tank top and dropped it to the floor. She wore no bra. She pushed her hair back over her shoulders and stroked her nipples, which stood hard and erect. Alex watched every move she made.

  She reached for the fastening on her skirt, popped the button undone and let the skirt drop to the ground around her bare feet in a cotton cloud. Naked, she stepped toward Alex.

  He held up a hand. “A moment,” he said, his voice hoarse. He’d spoken in Spanish. His gaze swept her from head to foot. “You’re beautiful,” he pronounced, in English this time.

  She smiled and reached for his belt buckle. “As good as in your dreams?”

  “Better. Your scent… I never remember your scent right.”

  She could see the pulse in his throat running fast and kissed it as she unbuttoned his shirt and laid it open. “I love your shirts. I love to rub against them. I have always itched to take them off you.” She slipped the gossamer fabric from his shoulders and let it drop to the counter, then spread her hands over his chest, feeling it rise and fall and the heat of his skin.

  She kissed his flesh between her fingers, then nipped it with her teeth and heard his little hiss. He gripped her arms.

  “You’re more of a gourmand than I’d suspected,” he growled. He lifted her to her toes and bent to kiss her breast.

  She held her breath, anticipating the sensation. His mouth touched the upper slope of her right breast and his hot tongue rasped across her flesh, as his lips tracked a moist path slowly down to her hard, erect nipple.

  Alex flicked his tongue over the nipple, a soft swipe. She moaned.

  Then he sucked the point of her breast into his mouth, nipple and all and she cried out, clutching at him for support as the delicious sensations shot through her. He worked at her breasts, alternating between the two, biting and teasing for long minutes while she trembled and turned into a weak and moaning pillar of lust-crazed nerve-endings. She grew blind and deaf to everything but what Alex was doing to her and she never wanted him to stop even though she could barely draw a breath. Her thighs were coated with her cream, where it seeped from her pussy.

  He let go of her arms and slipped one of his around her back to support her, for she could barely stand on her own. His other hand drifted down to her abdomen. The muscles there quivered as he stroked her belly and her hips thrust forward. She moaned helplessly.

  He cupped her labia and Mia gripped Alex’s shoulders desperately. “No, I’ll come, Alex. I’m too close.”

  He lifted his lips from her breasts. “Come for me,” he said. He thrust his fingers into her pussy and kneaded her swollen and throbbing clit with his thumb, using hard, knowing strokes as he looked into her eyes.

  Her orgasm ripped her apart. Her body bent like a sapling as the hard silvery pleasure wrenched at her. As she came she felt Alex kiss her, his lips between her breasts.

  He lifted her back to her feet, withdrawing his fingers from her pussy. “You didn’t scream.” His voice was low and thick with lust. His eyes looked sleepy.

  “I’ve spent so many nights fantasizing about you fucking me and muffling my screams as I came, I don’t think I could scream even if I wanted to. Not in this place.”

  “Ah…” He smiled and reached for the opening on his trousers. “I’ll have to see if I can change that.”

  She licked her lips as he stripped and she saw his cock for the first time. She already knew it was thick around the shaft and long with a rounded head. Now she studied the tracery of veins in the shaft, the red coloring with the touch of purple at the head and the heavy balls beneath.

  “Do you want to touch it?” he asked. “You’ve spent enough time these last months threatening to, after all.”

  She dropped to her knees in front of him. “Oh yes,” she whispered. “I do.” She coaxed Alex to spread his legs by gently pressing against the insides of his thighs. She cupped his testicles and gently squeezed them and was rewarded by his unsteady indrawn breath. Encouraged, she licked them. The scent of him, strongly male and musky, was heady.

  She forgot about experimentation and right and wrong and simply followed her instincts. She licked and probed with her tongue and lips and grew aware of Alex’s hand in her hair and his hoarse voice guiding her with little moans and words of encouragement.

  She slid her tongue along the length of his cock and felt his pelvis twitch in response. With a smile, she stretched her lips and took his cock into her mouth. His hand clenched in her hair. “God, Mia,” he groaned.

  Her pussy clenched at the desperate note in his voice. That she could do that to him was exciting. She licked at his cock, toying with the head and felt him twitch. Very quickly she coupled together all her reading and fantasizing with reality and applied it. What she hadn’t anticipated was how pleasurable she would find it. She could
feel her body responding, humming in a way that told her she could so easily build to a quick and fiery climax of her own. She shifted on her knees, squeezing her thighs together.

  Alex was clutching at the counter, his hand in her hair curling and releasing spasmodically as his climax approached. His balls tightened and his cock jerked in her mouth. She didn’t need his whispered “I’m coming,” as a warning. His seed spilled into her throat in hot blasts and the salty, thick taste was a novelty but not nearly as disgusting as her friends at school had described it. She swallowed without qualms.

  Alex took her face in his hands and kissed her, slow and hard. “You take my breath away.”

  “I hope not,” she said. “You’re going to need it for a while yet.” She smoothed her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. “At least twice yet, by my count.” She pressed herself against him. “I didn’t wear you out did I?” she asked innocently and looked up at him with her eyes wide.

  His hands captured her ass, his blue eyes glinted. “That’s not something you ask a man and get away without penalty,” he growled.

  She smiled. “I know.”

  He pressed her against him and she felt his cock against her, already thick and erect once more. “You’re in trouble,” he told her.

  She nodded.

  He lifted her and she instinctively coiled her legs about his waist, liking that her face was up near his, her lips were by his. She kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. “Fuck me,” she said, letting her lips brush his.

  He carried her over to the table, pulled Juan’s chair out of the way and laid her on the bare, cool laminate, then picked up his trousers, delved into a pocket and pulled out a condom. She watched him roll it onto his cock with deep interest.

  He rested her heels on the corners of the table and grasped her hips. “Let me know if I’m hurting you, okay?”