by B. B. Hamel
“Invite me in,” he said.
“I’m not sure I want to.”
“We both know you do. You can tease all you want, but I know you want my big, fat cock to fuck you until you can’t stand up.”
“Since you asked so nicely, come in.”
He pulled open the door. I bit my lip while staring at his defined, ripped abs and the tattoos that snaked all along his skin. His eyes were dark and staring at me as he shut the shower door and came toward me. I took a few steps back, pressing my back against the cool tile. He stopped in front of me, his arms on either side of my head.
I bit my lip. “Now what?”
“You know what happens next.”
“Why is my heart beating so fast?”
“Because you’re fucking excited. Because you can hardly stand this.”
“Maybe,” I said.
He took my chin in his hand. “This is a bad fucking idea. You know that, right?”
“Maybe,” I said again.
“Good. Right now, all I want are bad ideas.” He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me hard.
I pushed my body against his and felt his hard cock stiffen against me. We were both soaking wet as we kissed. He pinned me back against the wall, kissing me roughly and hard, and his lips slowly moved down my neck.
I felt his hands slide up my thighs and press between my legs. “Exactly what I thought,” he said. “Fucking dripping wet.”
I sighed and moaned as he began to work my clit, rubbing my pussy in slow circles. Pleasure jolted through my body, and the horror of the past day was completely forgotten.
Whenever he pressed his body against mine, that was all I could think of. There was only him, his body, his hands working my pussy. It made me feel good even when everything around me was falling apart. He had that effect on me, could make me smile or moan with a look or a word.
He pressed his fingers deep inside me, and I gasped, spreading my legs wider for him. “I know this is what you want,” he whispered. “It’s all you think about. Ever since you got a taste of my big cock fucking that tight pussy, you can’t get enough.”
“It’s not all I think about,” I moaned, trying and failing to pretend like I wasn’t so madly into him.
“We both know you can hardly control yourself around me. Just look at you now. You’re practically begging me to fuck this wet cunt.”
He kept working my pussy with his fingers, pressing them deep inside me. I gasped, shocked by his dirty mouth but really loving it. I loved how strong he was, how he easily worked my body, how he wasn’t afraid to tell me what he wanted.
I moaned, kissing him back as his fingers worked my body, rolling over my skin, pressing deep inside me. He fucked my pussy that way, his fingers working me.
I reached down and began to work his hard cock with both hands. He grunted his pleasure but didn’t let up on my soaked pussy as I jerked him, rolling my hands down his hard length. He was rock hard for me as he worked my pussy, kissing my mouth. I loved his taste, his lips, everything about him.
Suddenly he dropped to his knees, spreading my legs wide. He pressed his face between my legs, grabbing my ass with his hands, and his tongue began to work my clit. I gasped, surprised, as his tongue pressed inside me, eating my pussy, working me. He was so incredible with his mouth, the perfect amount of pressure. The warm water from the shower continued to roll down my skin as he licked my every inch, his tongue sucking and working my clit.
I grabbed his hair, pressing the back of his head tighter against me. I was losing my mind with pleasure, couldn’t stop myself from holding his hair with one hand and feeling my breasts with the other. I was completely lost in the moment, totally swallowed by Brooks and his incredible body. His tongue and mouth licked and nibbled my clit, working me in circles, rolling down my skin. He sucked and licked every inch of me.
“Fuck I love how you taste, girl,” he said, pressing fingers deep inside me. I gasped and shuddered. “I could eat this fucking pussy all day long. I’d love to see you come over and over.”
“Oh god,” I moaned. “I don’t think I can take it.”
“You can take it,” he grunted. “You know you can take it.” He continued sucking me, licking me, working my body. He loved pressing my buttons, loved getting me to within an inch of orgasm before pulling me back from the edge.
“Fuck me,” I gasped, needing it suddenly, an overwhelming desire to feel him inside me. “Brooks, please. Please. Fuck me. I need it right now.”
He licked the length of my pussy before standing. “You need it this second?”
“Please,” I moaned. “Don’t tease me anymore. Fuck me, Brooks.”
He opened the shower door and grabbed a condom from the counter. He ripped it open and rolled it down his length. I stared at him, the need to have him inside me so deep and intense that it almost scared me. He stepped toward me and then grabbed my hips roughly, pulling me toward him. He kissed me and then spun me around, kicking my legs open wide.
“Your wish is my command,” he whispered in my ear as he pressed his big cock deep between my legs.
Pleasure exploded through me. I didn’t know that I needed it so badly, but once his cock sank deep inside me, I realized that he was all I’d been thinking of. This feeling, Brooks inside me, that was all I wanted and needed. I gasped, moaning as he slowly slid himself back and forth, pressing deeper, pulling back.
His hands roamed my body, feeling my breasts, teasing my nipples. I spread my legs wider and pressed my hands against the flat tile. “Fuck me hard, Brooks,” I said, not sure why. “It’s what I need.”
“That’s fucking right, you dirty girl.” He slapped my ass hard and I gasped. “You want this big cock fucking your tight little pussy.” He started fucking me then, really fucking me, not holding back. His thrusts were long, slow, and rough, his skin wet against mine, my pussy dripping. He slid deep inside of me easily, filling my every inch.
He slapped my ass again and thrust hard. I gasped, moaning, as pleasure flooded my body. He began to fuck me harder, deeper, his cock filling every part of me as pleasure flooded me. I could feel sweat building along my skin in the heat of the shower as he fucked me, rough and savage. He took a handful of my hair, tipping my chin back, slamming his cock deep between my legs. It was what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me rough and deep, needed that big cock between my legs. I needed his strength behind me, fucking me.
“God this tight pussy drives me insane,” he whispered in my ear. “I love how you want me to fuck you deep and rough. I want to take your little cunt until I’ve used up every drop.”
“Good,” I gasped. “Fuck me deep, Brooks. I want you to take it.”
He growled with an animal-like fury as he continued to fuck me, our bodies moving together intensely. He filled me up, his cock pressing deep between my legs. I worked my hips, bucking back against him, taking his every inch, moaning with a wildness that I didn’t know I had inside me.
He reached around and began to work my clit as he fucked me. I rocked my hips along with him, building myself up toward it, working him inside me, taking his every inch. I loved sliding along his thick cock, loved that his ripped body could take me so easily, bend me over and fuck me deep. He slapped my ass again, roughly, fucking me savagely and deeply.
Just as I felt it building closer and closer, he pulled his cock out and grabbed my hips, spinning me back around. He kissed me hard and lifted me into the air again, his arms under my legs. This time, instead of lowering me down onto his cock, he kicked open the shower door and carried me over toward the vanity sink. He slowly lowered me down onto the counter, spreading my legs wide.
He grabbed my hips, shifting me forward. My back was half against the mirror as he slowly sank his cock inside me again, holding my hips, spreading my legs.
He kissed me as he began to fuck me like that, me sitting with my back against the mirror. I couldn’t believe the intense pleasure that rocked me as he fucked me like that, his arms h
olding my hips, fucking me deep as he kissed me. He moved back and felt my breasts as he took my pussy deep and hard.
“I want to come all over these fucking tits,” he said.
“Whatever you want,” I said, my mind a total blank of pleasure. “Take me how you want, Brooks.”
He grunted and fucked me harder, deeper. He began to rub my clit with one hand, his other hand wrapped through my hair. He fucked me deep with his big cock, my legs spread wide as he worked my soaking wet clit.
Steam swirled around us in the air as he fucked me. My sweat began to drip from my body, but I didn’t mind one bit. He was filling my every inch, fucking me with an animal grace and savagery that drove me absolutely wild.
His finger on my clit tipped me over the edge. I looked into his face as he fucked me and I came, the orgasm rolling down my spine, moving through my mind. I came hard on his thick cock, and he fucked me mercilessly, unrelenting, his cock pressing deep between my legs. I rolled my hips, my body tensing and clenching, unable to stop myself, my mind totally lost in the cloud of absolute orgasmic pleasure.
“That’s right. Fuck. Come for me,” he grunted. “God I love that fucking face you make. Fuck, girl, this tight pussy.” He groaned, pulling himself out of me.
I watched as he tore the condom off, jerking his big cock. He came then in thick spurts, his cum dropping onto my skin. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, coming on my tits. I gasped, biting my lip, my orgasm finished, pleasure rolling through my mind.
Slowly his orgasm ended. He learned forward and kissed me hard.
I savored that kiss, let myself get lost in it. I loved that he wanted my body, wanted to look at it and feel it. I loved that he couldn’t help himself with me, lost himself so much that he just had to come on my tits.
Slowly the kiss ended, and he pressed his forehead against mine. “Fuck, girl,” he said. “I can’t help myself around you.”
“Good.” I laughed. “Now let me down. I think we need to take a proper shower.”
He smiled and helped me down from the counter. We got back into the standing shower together, letting the water rinse away the sex and sweat.
He held my hips, almost tenderly, kissing me softly as we showered. We didn’t talk much, and we didn’t really need to. We’d said all we had to say, and now we were just enjoying being around each other.
It was the tenderest moment of my life. He cleaned my back, kissed my shoulders, kissed my lips. I felt safe, clean, and good with him in the shower. My brain buzzing on pleasure and orgasm kept me calm, and everything else in the world was gone and meaningless.
That was what he did to me. When things were falling apart around us, when we weren’t on the edge of getting killed, Brooks made me feel good. Plain and simple, he made me feel good, and that was something I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
I kissed his lip. I didn’t know where this was going, but I wasn’t going to let go of this moment, not if I could help it.
23
Brooks
I was floating on fucking air, my cock practically dripping from Emma’s wet pussy. I took a deep breath as I pulled my clothes on, trying to calm myself down as I checked the time.
I had to get moving to make this meeting with Gian. I didn’t know what he wanted, and part of me thought Louisa might be leading me right into a trap. But if she wanted to hurt me, she’d had plenty of much easier opportunities already.
“Heading out?”
I looked over at Emma and couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through my body. “Yeah,” I said. “Got to get to this meeting.”
“Okay. Good luck.”
I smirked at her. “I have your tight little pussy waiting for me back here. That’s all the motivation I need.”
She laughed and turned to walk away. She was wearing nothing but a bra and a little black thong. I watched her walk back into the bathroom and wanted to follow her, press her up against the wall, and fuck her damn brains out.
Instead, I got my shit and forced myself to leave the bedroom. I needed a fresh pair of clothes, but at least I’d got a shower in, so I wasn’t completely disgusting.
I left the room, my knife tucked comfortably into my pants, just in case. I moved through the hallways, heading back toward where all the offices were. I wasn’t sure which one was Gian’s, but it’d be pretty easy to ask.
Just as I got into the stairwell, someone stepped out of the shadows. Instantly I fell into a fighting stance, ready to defend myself, my hand down on my knife.
“Calm down,” Louisa said.
I slowly relaxed. “Shouldn’t sneak up on me.”
“Can’t help it. We need to talk.”
“Get talking then. I need to get to Gian’s office.”
“About that. I need to know what you’re going to say about Emma.”
I shrugged. “She’s my new girl.”
“What’s her name?”
“Lucy.”
She sighed. “No. Her name is Ashley Marks. You met her in a bar, thought she had nice tits. Got it?”
I grinned at her. “She does have nice tits. And fine, Ashley Marks.”
“Good. Also, you killed Emma. That’s your story.”
“Is he going to ask?”
“I don’t know. I think he is, though.”
“Fine. I killed her.”
“How?”
“Slit her throat after I drugged her and wrapped her in plastic. Dragged the body out to the quarry and dropped it in weighted down with cement blocks.” I grinned at her. “Any more questions?”
She eyed me. “Done that before?”
“To a few men,” I said pointedly.
“Good luck, Brooks.” She walked off without another word.
I watched her go, shaking my head. What a strange fucking woman, that Louisa Barone. She was playing some game, some big game that I couldn’t quite see. I didn’t believe her little story about giving power to the powerless. It just seemed too good to be true that she was fighting for justice and trying to save helpless women.
No, Louisa was playing a bigger game than that. I was sure of it. Maybe she was using the women as an excuse to consolidate power, but she was going for something much larger. She was too smart to play superhero in this fucked-up city. She was too close to power not to understand how it really worked.
Saving lives didn’t give you power. Taking them, or at least the ability to take them, that gave you power.
I shook my head and moved on, heading down toward the offices.
It wasn’t too hard to find Gian. I had to ask one of the staff members, but he pointed me in the right direction. I got a glimpse of his pistol as he did so.
Gian’s office was in a short dead-end hallway, the last door on the right. It was a big wooden door with his name on the front on a little bronze plate. I knocked and waited.
“Come in.”
I pushed open the door and stepped inside. “Boss,” I said.
“Brooks, good. You made it.” Gian stood up and smiled at me.
He was a couple of years older than me and about my height, handsome, or at least women fucking thought so. He was a dangerous man, good at fighting, skilled with a gun. He’d helped bring me up and was something like a brother to me.
“Sit down,” he said.
I sat in one of the big overstuffed chairs in front of his desk. He sat back down.
“Whisky?” he asked.
“Sure.”
He got a bottle and two glasses from his desk and poured. “Benefits of having a desk,” he said. “Easy place to store this shit.” He handed me a glass and held his up. I grabbed my glass and held mine to match him.
“Salut,” he said. “To you.”
“To the Barone family,” I added.
We clinked glasses and drank.
The whisky felt fucking good going down my throat. I hadn’t had a drink in what felt like fucking years.
“Another?” he asked.
“Always.”
He load
ed us up with two doubles and then leaned back in his chair. I sipped mine, savoring the smoky flavor.
“So, Brooks,” he said, “know why I wanted you here?”
“Not sure, if I’m honest,” I said.
“Okay then. Let’s cut the bullshit. Is the girl dead?”
I nodded. “Yes. Got rid of her myself.”
“When?”
“Two nights ago. Something like that.”
He frowned. “You kept her around for a while.”
“She was useful.”
“And this new girl?”
“Just a new girl.”
“Your next victim?”
I grinned at him. “Maybe. If she plays her cards right.”
He laughed and took a drink. “You know why I’m asking you, right?”
“I know the rules, boss.”
“You’ve been a good worker for me, Brooks, a damn good killer. I’ve heard complaints that you don’t like hurting women, but, shit, a man has to have a code, right? I can overlook that sort of thing.”
“That’s good to hear,” I said. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I had my suspicions. Just like Louisa had guessed, he’d started with asking me about Emma. She knew something more than she was saying, but that didn’t matter now. At least she had warned me.
“Dante has been talking a lot,” Gian said. “Thinks you’re trying to save the girl’s life. Thinks you’re breaking rules, that you’ve gone soft.” He paused, eyeing me. “Did you go soft, Brooks?”
“Dante is a fucking cunt,” I said. “I didn’t go soft.”
“Dante can be a cunt,” he agreed. “Frankly, we haven’t been happy with Dante for a long time. He hasn’t exactly been able to handle our little problem with the Spiders, as you saw firsthand.”
“That was a cluster fucker,” I said.
“Thanks to you, we managed to keep some of the girls.”
And you managed to murder a bunch more, I wanted to say, but I bit my tongue.
“Only did as ordered.”
“You got the cars out because you think about shit. You did what had to be done because you’re not a coward. That’s why I sent you, Brooks. Dante is a fucking coward, even though he’s got a lot of experience.”