Sticky Fingers: An Enemies To Lovers Romantic Comedy

by Starr, Tara

  Her body seems to melt as I rub by her clit. Reaching down, I pull the hood back to rub my length on it more directly.

  She jerks and moans, “Malcolm, please.”

  Her hands are fisting the sheets on either side of her, head and tits bouncing enticingly as she squirms and arches.

  “Fuck me now. Please.”

  I can’t refuse her, and I don’t want to. Although, truth be told, she might be the first woman I really give a shit about.

  As I pull back and slide into her pussy a few inches, I start to realize how small she is. Not only does my cock look huge as I slide inside her, but she’s squeezing me tight.

  She’s wet and dripping. I felt her come on my face, so I know she’s as ready as she can be. And I don’t appear to be hurting her.

  Those aren’t fucking moans of pain, you can trust me on that.

  Leaning forward, I pull her tits together and flick my tongue back and forth, undecided which one needs me first. Sucking and moaning, I sink deeper inside her tight pussy, pulling back and thrusting softly.

  Like a wild fucking animal beneath me, her legs have dropped and are wrapped around my ass as she arches and deepens my thrusts. Letting go of one of her tits, I wrap my hands around the bottom of her ass, sliding her slightly off the end of the bed so she can use her weight as leverage on me.

  Her hands grab my head and her fingers curl in my hair as I start sliding her easily up and down on my hard rod.

  Rocking quickly, I savor the tight clasp of her pussy as I break through her resistance, again and again, while she claws at me. The suck and pull as I lunge inside her small frame is intense—on a level I’ve never fucking felt before.

  Barely holding off, I almost wonder if I should have come earlier…because it’s creeping up on me so fucking fast now. I’m not even half way inside her and I can feel my balls tightening in anticipation.

  Slowing down, I cage her body below me and kiss her lips lightly, watching her carefully as she quiets beneath me…except, of course, for the incessant clasp of her needy pussy on my cock.

  Her eyes meet mine, and I thrust my tongue inside her as I drop my weight again, pressing down inside her pussy. She’s still milking me, arching and moaning but I’ve slowed our pace. I want to get inside before I explode like some fucking teenager.

  Maintaining eye contact, we moan and breathe into each other’s mouths, sometimes panting but mostly encouraging each other as she relaxes, and I pierce her tight pussy and open her to me.

  With controlled, long strokes, I slowly sink to my balls. The feeling of being totally surrounded by her is incredible. Pinning her to the bed, I rock on her splayed legs, rubbing her clit as she arches in my hands.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

  Her urgent pleas are whispered into my mouth, so I try to keep rocking and grinding with the same rhythm. With the balls of my feet on the floor, both my hands are wrapped around her small waist and ass.

  Her legs spread even further, opening her tight pussy up to my entire length as my last inch spreads her wider. Fuck, her flexibility is incredible.

  I almost come as her legs entwine with mine and she starts moving beneath me, riding me like a pole for her pleasure.

  I fucking freeze as her movements almost pull my load out. She’s so fucking sexy as she rides me from below.

  Throwing her head on my shoulder, with both her arms around my neck, she slides the length of my cock with abandon. Squeezing her ass, I move my fingers to her crack to trace her tight asshole and then below to feel her stretched around me.

  “Fuck,” she groans, her voice heavy with pleasure. “Fuck!”

  With a final loud moan in my ear, she grinds down and I feel her bathe my cock with spurt after spurt of wet, liquid heat.

  The pulse in my cock picks up as she squeezes and milks me relentlessly.

  Fucking hell, she is one fucking hot lay.

  Throwing her head back, she shakes her hair lightly out of both our faces and beams at me with a full smile.

  Her beauty blows me away as I arch into her wet pussy, and she loosens to let me sink deeper.

  Dropping her back onto the bed, I pull from her tight clasp as we both moan in unison. Her relaxed and satisfied body below me lets me know I’ve met her expectations.

  But, of course, I already knew that would be the fucking outcome.

  I roll her over, and she stretches her arms above her head and arches her ass at me. Her dripping, juicy pussy peeks out enticingly, and I don’t waste a second.

  Leaning over her, I plunge inside, and she cries out as I push the air from her lungs. But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.

  Wrapping my arms under her shoulders, I thrust inside her like a mad man, losing myself in the pleasure.

  The wet, erotic sounds of our bodies slapping together just make me harder. My balls tingle, and I bury myself deep a few more times before I finally explode. My cock kicks as I spurt cum over and over until my dick feels like it’s been turned inside out and drained to fucking hell.

  Her small body beneath me arches and squeezes a few more times before going still. Lying down on her side, I stroke her back gently as we both recover.

  “Mmm, that was incredible,” she whispers softly, and her head turns towards me.

  Her flushed face and tangled hair makes her look so young.

  “Fuckin’ right,” I agree, still breathing heavily as I soften slowly inside her.

  “I should definitely play hard to get with you all the time, don’t you think?”

  I slap her ass in response. She giggles, and the tightening of her body pushes me right out of her warm pussy.

  Pulling us both up the bed, I stroke her hair out of her eyes before kissing her swollen lips.

  Wrapping my arm under her head and pulling her hip towards me so our bodies are entwined, I enjoy her silky skin as she runs a foot up my leg.

  Tugging her hair to break our kiss, I look at her seriously. “There are other ways to play, too. I have never seen anyone look so beautiful tied up and at my mercy.”

  She just smiles and snuggles into my chest deeper.

  For the moment, I’m fucking spent…and, curiously enough, extremely happy she’s still here.

  In my bed. Naked.

  With Sonia, I’ll need to be happy with what I get.

  And take it one day at a time.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sonia

  My legs are still shaking as I leave Malcolm’s apartment.

  My makeup is ruined, my shirt is torn, and locks of hair are plastered to my sweaty forehead. Luckily, it’s still early—everyone’s asleep, and the Clarendon Tower’s corridors and elevators are deserted.

  That’s right, I’m taking the elevator. What? C’mon, don’t tell me you thought I’d go back through the ducts.

  As the elevator takes me to my floor, I consider just going back and spending the night there. What would be the harm in waking by Malcolm’s side, my head resting on his chest? What would be the harm in going for Round 2 at the first light of dawn?

  But no, I can’t do that. I’ve been careless enough for one day, and that’s why I snuck out of the apartment the moment Malcolm fell asleep. Besides, I want him to wake up wondering where I’ve gone.

  There’s nothing more seductive than mystery, right?

  I mean, mystery was exactly why I ended up in his apartment. I simply had to know what kind of bullshit painting Malcolm had gotten. And, just as I thought, it was all bullshit.

  He still has no idea where the real painting is.

  As I finally reach my apartment and step inside, I come face-to-face with a very flushed Kathy. Her reading glasses are perched on her forehead, and her usually relaxed gaze betrays the worry that’s consuming her from the inside out.

  “Christ! Where were you?” she asks me as I close the door behind me.

  As I smile at her, she places her hands on her hips and starts tapping her right foot against the floor. She looks at my ha
ir, at my torn shirt, and then at the exhausted—but definitely very happy—expression on my face.

  “No way!”

  I give her a coy smile and simply shrug. No use in hiding it from Kathy. She knows everything there is to know about me, and she would see through my lies in a heartbeat.

  “Have you gone crazy?” she asks, following me to the kitchen. “Did you really sleep with him?”

  “Well...yeah,” I confess sheepishly.

  “Here I was, worried to death...and you’re getting it on with him?” She shakes her head at the thought and then sighs heavily. “Seriously, Sonia, how did that even happen? You were supposed to get in and out without him noticing you. Don’t tell me you tiptoed your way into bed with him.”

  “No, he found me as I was coming out the duct,” I say as Kathy gasps.

  “What?!” she yells out. “What happened?”

  “He, uhm, well…” I start and then decide to just be honest. “He tied me up.”

  “He what?!” she yells.

  “Yeah, and then he ripped off my clothes,” I say.

  “He did what?!” Kathy yells. It’s like she’s forgotten words.

  “Then he showed me—” I start but she cuts me off.

  “He showed you his cock and made you suck it?” she interjects.

  Whoa. Where did that come from?

  “Uhm, no,” I say, staring at her pointedly. “What the fuck have you been reading?”

  “Sorry, I was just reading dark romance on my e-reader,” she says sheepishly before trying to recover with, “But I can’t believe he tied you up and had his way with you.”

  “Well, he didn’t actually,” I correct. “He actually showed me the painting.”

  “Oh,” Kathy says quietly, as if she’s disappointed. “Then he had his way with you?”

  “Well, actually, then I sort of had my way with him,” I respond quietly.

  Kathy gives me a look, and I shrug.

  I mean, if I have to be honest, he’s the one that untied me. But by then, I was already dripping wet and gone.

  “I mean it was all business at first. Things just got out of hand.”

  I smile again, replaying in my head the moment he wrapped his strong arms around my torso, pinning me down against the floor and manhandling me like no one ever did before.

  “Things got out of hand, huh? C’mon! We’re talking about the dude that’s trying to pin the Picasso theft on you. This isn’t some random asshole we’re talking about!”

  She looks exasperated now, her voice breaking slightly. It’s almost as if she was trying to drill some sense into a young kid.

  “You worry too much.”

  “I worry too much?!” She’s looking at me with wide eyes, her lips a thin line of irritation. “You’re damn right I worry too much! Who would do the worrying without me around? Remember that time we got the Rembrandt painting? When you—”

  “Yeah, I do,” I snap.

  How could I forget? The Metropolitan Museum of Art. Security had been doubled for the night at the museum I was supposed to case, and I still decided to go through with the plan.

  Of course, Kathy almost fainted at that. But we pulled it off anyway. Kathy did all the worrying—as well as the additional legwork needed to get rid of security—and I did all the stealing.

  “But this is Malcolm Push we’re talking about. Not a team of brain-dead security guards, Sonia!”

  “I know!” I laugh brightly, grabbing a bottle of white wine from the fridge and getting two glasses out of the cupboard. “And that’s exactly the reason it happened. I mean...willpower can only go so far.”

  “You’re impossible.” She finally relents with a subdued laugh and then leans against the counter, grabbing her own glass. “But seriously...you’ve gotta to be careful, Sonia. There’s no telling what Malcolm might do. Sure, he might not have enough evidence to take to the cops...but what if he tells your dad? He’d go crazy, you know that.”

  “He wouldn’t do that,” I blurt out, surprised at my own reaction.

  Somehow, I don’t believe that Malcolm would be that kind of guy. I don’t think he wants to ruin me like that...no, this whole thing is a game to him.

  Just like it is for me.

  By stealing the painting right from under his nose, I started a cat-and-mouse situation that Malcolm can’t help but want to solve.

  “Besides,” I continue, “it felt so damn good. Let me tell you, that man is so much more than just eye-candy.”

  “Oh?”

  “That’s right,” I nod. “He knows what the hell he’s doing.”

  “What about his…?”

  “Just perfect...and huge,” I laugh again, and this time Kathy joins me.

  She might be the serious one in this partnership, but every woman has a soft spot for all the sordid details concerning hot men.

  “Okay, look,” Kathy starts, her serious expression returning to her face. “Be that as it may, you have to be careful. I know exactly the way you work...and I know that this game you’re playing has just started. But please, please, please...let’s investigate some more about Malcolm. Let’s be smart about this.”

  “You’re right,” I agree, nodding seriously while I refill both our glasses.

  But behind my serious facade, the only thing my brain is concerned with is replaying the scenes from before. The way I had him in my mouth, the way I came in his...the way he pinned me to the mattress, the way he fucked me so hard I could see flames dancing behind my eyelids.

  You may have wowed me on Round 1, Malcolm Push.

  But I can’t wait to take you on for Round 2.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Malcolm

  Sonia makes a fucking adorable face as she bites into each piece of sushi. I can’t help laughing each time she tries to make a roll of sushi into two bites.

  “I’m pretty sure they don’t make the sushi to be eaten like that. It’s supposed to be one bite—not two.”

  The crumbled pieces are still in her hand as she rolls her eyes, still chewing.

  I demonstrate with exaggerated movements as I pop a piece into my mouth and chew slowly.

  “I know that.” She pauses to swallow the last bit of her first bite. “It’s just that they’re too big! How can I savor them if it’s such a big bite? I can barely chew it, let alone taste it. I have to swallow half of it before I can taste it.”

  Fuck me, now that’s a dilemma that I’ve never heard of before.

  All day today the only thing I could think about was taking Sonia out to Rue 57 on Central Park South.

  With the mild weather this year, I didn’t want to miss it. I might not be capable of appreciating all the fucking nuances in a Picasso, but I sure as fuck enjoy good food and good wine.

  I’m not too big on dates—why bother getting to know a chick when I can just fuck her brains out and leave her (see why I said I was kind of an asshole at the beginning of this book?)—but, somehow, it’s different with Sonia.

  I want to spend time with her, even if that means Malcolm Push going out on a fucking date.

  As she loads the rest of her sushi roll into her mouth, I take a bite of my own after carefully covering it with a bit of wasabi.

  I don’t know, but I still haven’t grown tired of her. Usually, after I fuck a girl, I’m through.

  I don’t like going through the motions, you know? For me, it’s one and fucking done.

  Jesus Christ. I just now realize that talking to you, I sound like some sort of savage animal. Just eating and shitting and fucking whatever I want whenever I want it.

  I can’t believe you’ve held on this long. Don’t worry, because there’s hope for me. It’s because of Sonia and her amazing ability to…fuck, I don’t know, but she’s a captivating one.

  “So, I still want to understand why you aren’t like the other degenerate mob bosses who sell drugs and guns and kill people. There must be tons of money in it, so why not?”

  Sonia’s direct approach to eve
rything is part of what captivates me. She doesn’t beat around the fucking bush or mince words. Just like when she stole that painting in front of me—she doesn’t hesitate.

  It makes me fucking hard just thinking about it.

  “Sure, there’s tons of money in drugs and guns, but I already had enough of that when I was just a kid.”

  Spreading wasabi on the next sushi piece, I set aside my chop stick to finish.

  “I lived in the Marcy Avenue Housing Projects in Brooklyn. To say it was a rough neighborhood is an understatement. My old man left my mom when I was born. Money was tight. We never had enough money to pay for both food and rent at the same time.

  “I remember always being hungry as each month ended. My mom couldn’t hold down a job and take care of two kids—so she relied on my brother to be the man of the house. He was nine years older than me and by the time he was twelve, he was already selling drugs and carrying a gun.”

  Sonia leans over and puts her hand in mine as I continue.

  “He began to provide for us at first. I remember having turkey for the first time during Thanksgiving. We couldn’t afford it before. But he was getting more and more wrapped up in the drug game. For days and days, he’d be gone, and then he’d come back with presents. My mom started to worry. They fought a lot about what he was doing with his life.

  “He got arrested twice. The second time he did six months in Rikers Island for misdemeanor intent to distribute illicit substances. My mom wanted him to go to college and said she’d get a second and even third job, but Billy couldn’t get out of the game. It was too glamorous for him. Till he pissed off the wrong people.”

  Sonia’s eyes begin to water, and I look away.

  “Whoever he made enemies of, they got their friends and came into our house on a Saturday morning. I was watching cartoons. Then, there was a banging at the door and Billy told my mother to run and hide,” I say before pausing, forcing myself to keep going.

  “There was only a small cupboard space and my mom stuck me in there and told me to keep the door closed. Within minutes, angry men burst in. I peeked through a crack in the cupboard. That’s when I saw that my brother was shot, along with my mother.”