Cobra- The Vigilante Box Set 2

by Nicholas Bella

  I pushed his legs back further and saw his toes curl as I sucked and licked his hole at the same time. Yeah, I loved eating ass, but I didn’t do it to everyone. Jordan… fuck yeah, he was a given. And now Alexi. If it was some guy on the street, he’d have to have a pretty juicy looking ass to get me to put my mouth on it.

  “Fuck me!” Alexi growled. He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back from his ass. “Give me your cock.”

  I smiled and licked his ball sac, which made him twitch with pleasure. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.” I shoved his hand away and leaned down, taking his whole sac in my mouth. It wasn’t easy, because he had some huge balls. Damn, I could barely lick on them. He moaned as I rolled them around in my mouth, which was good enough for me. I knew he was enjoying what I was doing. I lapped at his nutsac, switching between his orbs until the fuckers were so tight, they looked like they were about ready to burst

  Yeah, when he came, he was definitely going to release one hell of a load. Finally, I was ready to fuck him senseless. I paused for the theatrics of putting on a condom, and I squirted a nice amount of lube on my cock. He was laying there, waiting on me with his legs still up and his ass cheeks spread. I aimed my dick at his hole and pushed forward slowly.

  “Ahhh shit… damn, you’re tight,” I moaned. But damn if it didn’t feel good as hell.

  He was biting his bottom lip as I inched deeper. “I don’t often switch,” he admitted.

  I buried myself balls deep inside of his ass and had to pause because I damned near shot one off. He was so fucking constricted and hot, and with him pulsating around my meat… I was on the edge and I didn’t want to cum just yet. Alexi would probably laugh, and I’d be rightfully embarrassed. No… I had something to prove; I could top just as well as he could.

  I opened my eyes to see Alexi smiling up at me. “What?” I asked.

  “Trying not to cum?”

  “No, I’m just letting you get adjusted to my huge ass cock,” I lied.

  He chuckled under his breath. “Well, I’m adjusted and still waiting.”

  Damn him! Fine! I pulled back and shoved my dick into him hard.

  “Ah!” he yelped.

  “You like that?” I taunted.

  “That’s all you’ve got?”

  “I haven’t even gotten started.” I gripped his thighs and repositioned myself, then really gave him one hell of a pounding. I loved the look on his face as I fucked him. His eyes were closed tight, teeth clenched, and his lips were pulled back in a sneer. It was a look of intense pleasure… and probably a little pain, but he seemed to really enjoy that.

  “Give it to me. Harder… yeah… plus fort, plus viet,” he barked.

  My French was rusty as fuck, but I understood that. He wanted it harder and faster, and I gave it to him however he wanted it. I picked up my pace and made sure I battered the hell out of his prostate the whole time. His cock was drooling on his stomach and was rigid as hell, not to mention, red. He wasn’t going to last too much longer and, for the record, neither was I. I was moaning and grunting in sheer ecstasy as I fucked him. It was a different experience for me than when I fucked other guys. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I loved it.

  “Ahhh, ahhh… oh god… mon dieu… Putain je viens,” he cried out. He grabbed his dick and jerked it about four times before he started squirting like crazy. Fuck, he had a thick load and it coated his chest, pecs, abs, and was now dribbling down his meaty hand. Watching him in action set me off and my body tensed, muscles tightening.

  “Oohhhh, fuck yeah!” was all I could get out before I pulled my dick out of his ass. I snatched the condom off and jerked myself to completion all over his cock and balls. He was half panting and half laughing as I covered him in my jizz. I knew it was my way of claiming him. I believe he knew it too. My body shook with the power of my orgasm, and when I squeezed the last drop from my dick, I collapsed on the bed next to him, panting hard.

  “Well… that… was… intense,” Alexi said between heavy breaths.

  “Felt good… as fuck,” I added.

  He nodded. “I’d bottom for you again,” he said, then reached over, pulling me closer to him. I put my arm around his torso and snuggled next to him. I couldn’t believe it, I was actually snuggling with a man who wasn’t Jordan. What topsy-turvy world had I stepped into? Why was I so different around Alexi? I really couldn’t understand it… but I liked it.

  “Can I see you again?” I asked.

  “You know where I live, and now you know my name.”

  Yeah, I did know his real name, but I sure as hell wasn’t ready to tell him mine. Funny how I wanted him inside of me in the most intimate way possible, but I wasn’t ready to reveal anything else about myself. Most of that was just self-preservation. He was a cop, I was a vigilante. The two didn’t often get along, if they ever did. The police didn’t particularly care for all the superheroes out there doing their jobs. Some had the opinion that it promoted more crime, while others appreciated the helping hand. Crimson Fury was the one to get the brunt of the fallout, but it seemed like things were starting to settle for him. Of course, he never killed, so it was more of a citizen’s arrest where he was concerned. I was a whole different ball game.

  “I’d like to see you again,” Alexi said softly, which made me feel some sort of way. I guess I was relieved and happy that he wanted to see me again.

  “Then you will,” I replied, smiling to myself.

  Just when we were both getting comfortable, his doorbell rang. We both grumbled our disappointment, but I let him go so he could answer it. His chest, cock, and balls were covered with two loads of cum, so he dipped into the bathroom. I heard the water running, then saw him walk past with a washcloth. I decided this was the perfect time to get my shit together. I went into the bathroom, pissed and washed off what I could as quickly as I could. When I stepped out, I could hear him talking to another man, so I listened a little. Rude, I know… but whatever.

  “When did you find her?” Alexi asked. I’d recognize his voice anywhere.

  “About half an hour ago. I’ve been trying to call you,” the other man said. I was guessing this was his partner. Yeah, time for me to go.

  “I had a guest,” Alexi said. “Hey, don’t look at me like that.”

  Oh, hold on… was this dude giving him attitude because he was fucking me?

  “Well, tell your guest that you have work to do,” the man snapped.

  Hmmm, maybe now I should make my presence known. I was naked because all of my clothes were in the living room, along with the bug I wanted to plant. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, and after having been in the military, I was used to walking around naked in front of other men. I walked into the living room, catching Alexi’s attention, as well as the other guy’s.

  Yeah, it was his partner, Ethan Morris. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, either. Brown hair and soft brown eyes that, if he were looking at anyone else but me, might have seemed warm and comforting. Right then, he was glaring at me as if he could shoot daggers out of the damned things. He looked to be in shape, too. I bet they probably shared the same gym. He had a little gray at the ends, but nothing like my silver fox.

  “I see you’re busy… so I’m going to just go,” I said, not wanting to make too much more of a scene. I was focusing on where I was going to plant that damn bug. I had to be slick about it, too, because they were standing there watching me. I pulled my pants up, buttoning them. I reached into my pocket, taking the bug out.

  “God, I hope you used protection,” Ethan sneered, which I took insult to. Like I was some dirty meth whore-looking motherfucker.

  “We did, not like that’s any of your fucking business, though,” I snapped as I pulled on my shirt. I didn’t like his attitude, but I did take this time to etch every detail of his features into my brain just in case I was going to have to be him for a time.

  “Hey, just get your shit and go. Grown folks are talking,” Ethan shot back.

 
“Hey,” Alexi said, slapping his partner on the chest. “Enough.”

  When the two faced each other to engage in a little dispute over me, I took that time to slip the bug under Alexi’s end table. I finished putting on my shoes and played it off like I hadn’t just slyly planted a bug in a cop’s apartment. Yeah, I was badass. I admit a part of me was feeling bad for this little betrayal, but I needed to know what Alexi knew so I could stay one step ahead of him and his investigation.

  “We need to get to work,” Ethan reiterated.

  “I know… he’s leaving. No need to be rude.”

  I grabbed my jacket and walked up to Alexi, kissing him, tongue and all. He didn’t push me away, but I did notice some stiffness in his muscles a second before he relaxed. His lips eventually returned the attention I was giving them, and that was when I pulled back. I felt the ragey glare of his partner’s gaze on us before I actually saw it. Yeah, if looks could kill, I’d be dead. Something was definitely going on there. Made me wonder if Alexi was fucking Ethan, too.

  “See you later,” I said, then walked past his partner and out the door. I hurried down the stairs and jogged to my car because I didn’t want to miss whatever conversation the two were having. I paid good fucking money for that bug, so I wanted to make sure I was getting my money’s worth. I climbed into my car and set up the listening device.

  “He’s a bit young, isn’t he?” I caught Ethan saying.

  “He’s twenty-eight,” I heard Alexi reply.

  “You’re twenty-five years his elder. What are you trying to be, his Daddy?”

  Alexi laughed. “You know I don’t play that Daddy shit. I’m not looking for a boy.”

  “But you like him?”

  “Yeah, I do… it’s just fun sex, that’s all. You shouldn’t even be getting jealous. It’s not like we’re a couple.”

  I knew it! I knew they were fucking! I continued to be a nosey bastard and listened some more.

  “I just think—”

  “I know what you think, Ethan.”

  “It’s just… I was hoping we could have gotten together tonight. It’s one of the reasons I was trying to call you. Turns out, you were fucking some kid,” Ethan whined.

  “You came over here on business, you said they found the mayor?” Alexi asked, changing the subject.

  “Nice. Fine… yeah, and it looks like the same killer who took out Walter Darring,” Ethan said. Looked like he conceded, but not without getting a last word in.

  “Let me get dressed, then we can go.”

  “Yeah, do that. I can still smell his cheap cologne on you,” Ethan retorted.

  Man, fuck you… my cologne wasn’t cheap, bitch. I didn’t wear it when I was on missions, but maybe I shouldn’t be wearing any at all. Hmmm, that was something to take into consideration.

  “It’s not cheap,” Alexi said, but his voice was far away. I guess he was either in his bedroom or bathroom getting ready.

  “Whatever,” Ethan grumbled.

  There was a nice long silence. I figured Ethan was waiting for Alexi to get ready. About five minutes passed before either of them spoke.

  “Let’s go,” Alexi said.

  There was the sound of keys jangling and a door opening and closing. Well, that was all I was going to get tonight. I drove to the crime scene using my own way to get there. I didn’t want them to catch me following behind them. They were cops, after all, so I’d bet they could spot a tail. I parked far enough away from the scene, then used the rooftops to get back to it. I stayed low and observed the media outlets that were surrounding the area trying to get their latest salacious story. The place was littered with cop cars, and it wasn’t too long before Ethan and Alexi pulled up, joining the fray.

  They each climbed out of the car and immediately started making their way to the crime scene. They dipped under the yellow crime scene tape and ignored the media trying to get some kind of comment from them. They walked into the building where I knew I’d left Cecily’s rotting corpse still tied to the sedan. I wondered how they had found her body, who had discovered it? A drug addict looking for a place to sleep for the night, considering the locked gate was left unlocked. Probably. This wasn’t a neighborhood most decent people liked to hang around.

  I scanned the crowd and saw two people being watched over by three uniformed officers. By the looks of their skeletal bodies, raggedy clothes, and bloody scabs on their faces, I thought it was safe to say they were meth addicts looking for a warm place to get high. I had suspected that was how Cecily’s body would be discovered… just not so soon. I sat there for a few hours, watching it all go down. From what I could tell, Alexi and his partner were very thorough. They spoke to their witnesses, canvassed the scene, and looked over every detail that was found.

  It was the wee hours of the morning, soon the birds would be chirping, and I needed to get some sleep before I visited the manager of the condos. I knew they wouldn’t find anything I didn’t want them to. So, I eased on out of the area and made my way back to my car.

  ~*~

  It didn’t take me very long to get back home, since Jordan and I didn’t live in the best neighborhood either. I pulled into our living space and closed the garage door. The lights were out, all but one in the kitchen. I climbed out of my car, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and chugged it down. It was so damn good, cold and refreshing… just what the doctor ordered. I tossed the empty bottle in the trash, took another piss, and then walked into the bedroom where Jordan was passed out on the bed.

  Damn, he looked sexy as hell sleeping on his stomach. If I wasn’t so exhausted, I’d plow his ass like a jackhammer, but that was going to have to wait. I stripped and climbed in beside him and put my arm and leg over his body, then drifted off to sleep.

  ~*~

  “Eric, get up!” I heard Jordan’s voice saying the words repeatedly as he shook my body.

  It seemed like the hardest thing in the world for me to do, but I finally managed to open one eye. “What?” I mumbled in my half-sleep state.

  “Babe, you’re going to be late. If you want to get to the guy’s house before he leaves—”

  “Oh shit!” I jumped up, swaying a bit, then shook myself of the exhaustion that was still plaguing me. I really had to get into gear and get to Jared’s house in time. I threw on my costume, snatched the egg, bacon, and cheese sandwich J held out for me, then climbed into my car.

  “Remember to keep that device on you if you want me to be able to control those cameras,” J reminded me. “I put it on the seat next to you.”

  Sure enough, I looked over and there it was. Amazing how such a small device could do so much damage.

  “So, this little doohickey will blackout the cameras that I’m near?”

  Jordan nodded. “Yeah, keep your comm on, the signal is ‘priceless’. You say that, and I’ll hit the button and all the cameras you’re surrounded by within a fifteen meter radius will go down for a short period of time.”

  “Damn, I love technology.”

  “We need some extra money, too. So, if you see some loose change lying about… grab that shit,” Jordan added.

  I laughed. “We’ll see. I’m going to be planting some shit… so I don’t want to raise any suspicions.”

  “Damn. Well, okay then. Be careful and don’t forget to put it on your person.”

  “I won’t forget. Thank you.” I opened the garage door and sped out. I made sure to avoid the police. No one had time to be bothered with their asses. I got to Jared’s house just as he opened the door to leave. Quickly, I covered his mouth with my hand and pushed him back into his home. I could only hope none of his neighbors had caught the interaction. I did it as discreetly as a masked crusader could. I kicked his door closed, then he was trying to fight me after his initial shock had passed. He was in survivor mode, nothing I couldn’t handle. I shoved him to the floor, pulled my gun out, and aimed it at him, which made him freeze instantly.

  “I’m not here to hurt you, so don
’t make me,” I warned.

  He held his shaking hands up, surrendering. “Wha—what do you want wi—with me?”

  “Answers to my questions. Can you do that?”

  He nodded and licked his lips. He was average looking. Blond hair, blue eyes, with a narrow, Anglo-Saxon nose, lips, and bone structure. When I transformed into him… it shouldn’t be too painful. At least he was only one inch shorter than I was. Still… it was going to hurt like a son of a bitch, it always did. I kept my gun out, but took a less threatening stance with it as I settled on the chair closest to my new friend.

  “Now, you don’t have to get hurt this morning, but what I’m about to ask you is extremely important.”

  “I—I’ll cooperate, I swear. Please don’t kill me,” he begged.

  “Good. Now, how long have you worked at Tate Towers?” I asked, getting right to it.

  “Six years,” he answered in a shaky voice filled with terror.

  “That means you’ve seen plenty of his comings and goings. Tell me, what does his schedule look like?” I kept my eyes glued to him because I didn’t want him trying anything stupid.

  “Who?”

  “Richard Tate, the motherfucker who owns the building.”

  “I’m just the day manager… the night manager may know more,” he said.

  “I’m asking you what you know.”

  “I…he doesn’t really stay home in the daytime or on weekdays. He works and gets home normally around six or seven. On weekends, he is usually out and about,” Jared said.

  “Does he have a passcode or key entry?”

  “Oh my god! Oh god, please… I can’t help you break into his home… he’ll… he’ll…” his voice trailed off, but I could tell he was afraid of Richard Tate.

  “He won’t do anything to you,” I assured him… though I refused to promise him anything. I’d do my best to make sure nothing happened to the guy.

  “He’ll kill me… I mean, I think he will. I know he’ll fire me and I won’t be able to get a job anywhere. Mr. Tate travels with a bodyguard at all times, he’s a very powerful business man,” Jared stammered.