by B. B. Hamel
She began to suck me harder, faster, her hand stroking me. She wasn’t shy about sucking my cock nice and messy, which was what I liked. I wanted a woman to take that dick down her throat and gag on it. I wanted her to spit along my shaft and jerk me off, using that spit to slide along my skin. She looked up at me, and I groaned as I pushed her down again, pressing my cock into her throat.
I wanted to fuck her face and mouth, her pretty fucking face. I pushed her down and let her take my big cock in her throat, loving the way she worked me, her eyes looking up at me. I released her and she pulled back, taking a big gasping breath and jerking me off.
I pulled her to her feet. I tore her top off and threw it aside, unhooking her bra. I felt her bare breasts as I pushed her up against the counter, her hands still working my cock, sliding along my skin slick with her spit.
“I want every fucking inch of you,” I said. “I want to see you bent over this counter right now. Show me your dripping fucking pussy. I’ll tongue you from behind until you scream.”
“Rafa,” she said, looking away.
“Don’t get all fucking shy on me now. We both know you’re a dirty fucking girl.”
I tugged down her shorts and felt her dripping pussy through her thin cotton panties. She let out a soft moan that I stifled with my mouth as I slipped my fingers underneath her panties and found her soaking clit. She writhed as I began to work it, her mouth pressed against mine. I kept her moans bottled up as I slipped my fingers deep inside her.
I loved her tight, soaking pussy. There was nothing better than her dripping little cunt waiting for me to fuck her rough and deep. I wanted to feel it again, her tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. I wanted to fill her with my cum, wanted her to take every fucking drop.
I wanted to make damn sure that she was pregnant. She was going to have my fucking baby, whether she needed to or not.
I dropped to my knees and grabbed her hips, turning her. She gasped as I pulled her panties off and spread her legs nice and wide.
“I wasn’t kidding,” I said. “Bend the fuck over for me. Show me that sweet ass.”
She did as I asked, looking over her shoulder. “You don’t have to be so dirty.”
“Yes, I do. It’s the only thing you really love.”
“I love other things.”
“Maybe. But not like you love my tongue between your legs. Not like you love me coming deep inside your nice little pussy, making you beg for it, making you come.”
Before she could argue, I slapped her ass, hard. She gasped, surprised, and then I quickly began to lick her pussy, holding her hips.
I slapped her ass again as I tasted her dripping spot. I pushed my tongue inside her, licking her up and down, licking every inch of her. I loved her taste and loved the way she writhed against me, pretending like she didn’t love having my tongue along her ass but knowing she fucking loved it anyway. My tongue found her nice little clit, and I worked her like that as she tipped her head back and moaned.
I pulled back and pressed my fingers deep inside her. She moaned, low and primal, as I fucked her with my fingers. I pressed them deep inside her, working them in and out as I stood back up, grabbing her hair and pulling her back.
She moaned as I kissed her neck.
“Do you want my cum inside you?” I asked her. “Do you want me to fill you?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck, I do. Please, fuck me.”
“Good girl. I love it when you beg. You’re such a dirty little thing, pretending to be nice. But I know better. I’ve seen the real you.”
“What’s the real me?”
“The real you is dripping wet, legs spread wide while you get fucked by my fat cock.”
She moaned as I began to fuck her with my fingers, my hand wrapped gently around her neck, tipping her chin back.
“You like feeling that, don’t you?”
“Feeling what?”
I cupped her chin harder, pushing my fingers inside her. “That. You like feeling that I’m in control of you.”
“You’re not.”
“Yes, I am.” I pushed her down onto the counter and slapped her ass. “You’re dripping little pussy is all mine.”
“Rafa,” she moaned as I slid my fingers from inside her.
“Say my name again, you fucking dirty girl.”
She looked back at me. “Fuck me, Rafa.”
I pressed my cock against her dripping pussy and slid deep inside her. I loved how easy it was to fill her little pussy to the brim. She was soaking wet, making everything slide nice and smooth.
I grabbed her hips as I pressed deep inside her. She moaned and wiggled her hips. I pressed her down harder and began to fuck her faster, deeper, pressing my cock between her legs. She groaned and held on to the edge of the counter as I fucked her.
I loved the tight, deep wet of her soaking pussy as my cock slid inside her. I grabbed her hair roughly and tipped her head back as I fucked her pussy like a savage, not able to slow myself. I’d been waiting for this cunt for what felt like years, and now I was finally deep inside it. I couldn’t get enough as my cock pushed inside her and I bent forward to whisper into her ear.
“I love my bare cock deep between your thighs,” I said. “I love your taste and your tight fucking cunt. I love the way you fucking moan.”
“I can barely think,” she answered as I kept fucking her.
I grinned and slapped her ass, hard, making her groan. I slapped her again and then slammed myself deep inside her.
She bucked back against me, working her hips. I took her like that, our bodies working together, until the sweat began to drip down my chest.
I reached around her hips and found her clit. As I worked it, I kept fucking her, grinding deep inside her pussy. She worked back against me, moaning loudly as my fingers worked her clit.
I wanted her to come. I wanted her whole body to spasm and explode as my cock filled her deep and wet. But I wanted to watch her face as she did it.
I pulled back and spun her around. She gasped as I lifted her up onto the counter, hooking her legs over my shoulders. She gripped the edge as I pressed my cock deep inside her.
I kissed her lips as I began to slide in and out, loving her dripping spot. She put one hand behind my head as the other gripped the counter. I fucked her faster, our eyes locked on each other, and I could see that she was close.
“Come for me, you fucking dirty girl,” I growled at her. “Come on my big fucking cock.”
“Fuck me then,” she said. “Fuck me harder. Come on.”
I grunted, loving it as I gave her what she wanted. I fucked her deep and hard, sliding in and out of her perfect little pussy, slamming her back against the counter. She moaned in response, holding onto my hair as I took her like a fucking animal.
And as I fucked her, I watched as her face slowly changed. Her eyes went glassy and her body tensed as she came on my fat cock. I didn’t hold back as she came. I just kept fucking her deeper and harder, working her rough.
“Come for me, Cassidy,” I groaned. “Come for me. Be a fucking good girl.”
She came hard as I kept working her, and that tipped me over the edge. I could feel the orgasm tingling along my limbs, and I knew I couldn’t stop it.
I came deep inside her pussy. I filled her with my hot cum and loved every second as I kept fucking her, holding her legs and ass. She took my cock and my cum and moaned for more.
Finally, we finished. I slid back out and practically collapsed onto a chair. She climbed down off the counter and got into my lap, her head against my chest.
“I needed that,” she said.
“Me too. Fuck, girl, your pussy is addictive.”
She laughed softly. “Glad you like it.”
“I could have that every day of my fucking life.” I wrapped my arms around her, breathing deeply, floating from the orgasm.
I realized in that moment that I wasn’t lying. I could have that every day of my life. It was a terrifying th
ought, almost as terrifying as the baby growing inside her.
But I wasn’t going anywhere, even if that shit did freak me out.
23
Cassidy
We woke up early the next morning.
After what happened that afternoon, I went for a long walk around the grounds. I had to get out of that room and away from Rafa before I did something stupid. I wanted more of him, so much more of him, but there was too much going on to indulge.
Fortunately, he was gone when I got back. He had promised not to tell Vince or anyone else about our plan, and I had to trust him. He wasn’t back by the time I went to bad around ten that night.
But when I got up at seven, he was sleeping on the couch. I ordered us coffee and breakfast, and he woke up, clearly hungover and starving.
“Do you know where you’re going?” I asked him later, after we had eaten and gotten dressed. We were sitting in his muscle car, slowly pulling out of the compound.
“I know,” he said. “Corner of South Wales and Arch.” He shook his head. “There’s nothing around there, you know.”
“I know. But that’s probably why they sent us there.”
“Maybe,” he grumbled. “I don’t like this.”
I smiled. “I know you don’t. You keep saying it.”
He glanced at me. “The Spiders are more dangerous than you think.”
“Maybe they are, but I don’t think they mean me any harm.”
“You can’t be sure what they want.” He stared straight ahead. “I’m not going to let them have you.”
“That’s not what’s happening here.”
“Damn right it isn’t.”
I sighed. “I know you don’t want to do that.”
“Can you tell?”
I gave him a look but kept going. “We’re doing the right thing, Rafa.”
“We’re going into a completely unknown situation that’s being orchestrated by a violent and dangerous enemy.”
“They’re not dangerous.”
He glanced at me. “They are. It worries me that you haven’t figured that out yet.”
“Look, we can argue about this all we want, but we’re still doing it. So can we try to get through this?”
“Fine,” he grunted. “But when this shit goes wrong, I’m going to look you in the eye and say, ‘I told you so.’”
“Fine.” I crossed my arms and looked out the window as the car sped forward.
He was so damn stubborn. He thought he was always right, but he couldn’t see this from my perspective. So far, the Spiders had done nothing but try to help me, and they had even offered to give us what we needed. Sure, they’d asked for a favor, but of course they had.
Rafa was going to have to deal with that. He could be annoyed all he wanted, but this was happening and there was no turning back.
We got into the city limits and slowly moved deeper into the heart of Chicago. We were heading toward the far side, closer to the lakes. As far as I knew, there wasn’t much around that corner, maybe an empty lot or an abandoned building or something like that.
Chicago was full of that sort of thing. Any big city was constantly changing, alive to the ebbs and flows of the world. Buildings rose and fell, people changed, lived, and died, and that was how the world went.
We pulled up at the corner. Rafa parked the car and we looked around.
Just like I thought. There was an empty field surrounded by a chain-link fence.
“You sure this is right?” he asked me.
“I’m sure.”
He sighed. “Come on then.” He climbed out of the car and I hustled to keep up with him.
We walked over to the fence. There was nothing beyond it, just an empty space with piles of dirt and trash. More trash had collected along the fence, proof of human life although nothing seemed alive anywhere nearby. Rafa began to kick through the trash, a permanent scowl on his face.
I moved around the fence, looking carefully. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I figured I’d know it when I saw it. The Spiders had said they’d leave something for us, and I had to believe that they would. I couldn’t see what they had to gain from lying about it.
I moved around to the other stretch of fence and spotted something odd. There was a gym bag on the ground with its handles looped through the chain. But instead of being all beat up and gross like everything else, it looked brand new.
“Rafa,” I said, kneeling down next to it. “Look at this.”
I reached out to open it.
“Stop,” he said. “Hold on.” He knelt down next to me and put his face next to the bag.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure there’s not a bomb in here.”
“Are you listening for ticking?”
He grinned. “I am. But I’m also trying to smell any plastic or molding putty.”
“And?”
He sniffed and waited. “Nothing.”
“Come on.” I grabbed the zipper and yanked it open.
No explosion.
I let out a breath. Inside the bag was a single piece of paper. I grabbed it and unfolded it. Written down the center was another address, not far from where we were.
“Fucking shit,” Rafa said.
“Come on.” I stood up. “We have another stop.”
“Fuck that. We’re not going.”
“Come on. We have no other choice.”
He stood up and shook his head. “Coming here, to a public place, was bad enough, but we don’t know what’s on the other end of this address. We’re not prepared for this, Cass. We need backup.”
“No,” I said. “The mob will ruin this. We need to go. This is our best chance, Rafa.”
He stared at me, and for a second I thought he was going to throw me over his shoulder and drag me back to the compound. Instead, he grinned and shook his head.
“You’re going to get me killed.” He got back into the car. “Well?”
I smiled and got in the passenger side. “Well, let’s go.”
He pulled out. We drove for a few minutes through the neighborhoods. It was a pretty bad area, and most of the houses were either empty or crumbling to the ground. Certain parts of Chicago looked like a war zone, with entire houses missing like smashed teeth. We got closer and closer to the address and finally pulled up outside a normal-looking row home.
“Doesn’t look bad,” I said.
He nodded. “That worries me.” He killed the engine and we got out.
The house was probably the nicest on the block. It had all its windows intact, its front door wasn’t covered in graffiti, and the steps weren’t littered with glass and trash. Rafa walked up to the door.
I hung back a bit, nervous.
He knocked and waited. Nothing happened. He knocked again, louder, and we waited. He glanced back at me.
“Nobody’s home,” he said.
“Try the knob.”
He frowned and turned it. The door opened with ease.
“Shit,” he muttered. He reached back and took out his gun. “Stay here,” he said to me.
“Nope,” I answered, staying close to him. “We’re in this together.”
He didn’t argue. He was too busy sweeping the room as we stepped into the building.
The living room was completely empty. It was clean, though maybe a little musty-smelling, but there wasn’t a bit of furniture anywhere. We moved through and I glanced down a hallway. There were more rooms back there, and they looked equally empty.
Rafa headed into the kitchen. I followed, staying close, my heart beating fast. I was terrified, though I wasn’t sure why. Something felt wrong.
In the kitchen, there was a single table. On the table was a black plastic rectangle.
Rafa got closer. “VHS tape,” he said. “Probably from a security camera.”
“This is what they wanted us to have.”
“Looks like it.”
I smiled at him, suddenly elated. “This is amazing.”
I turned and started heading back toward the front door. I felt good, floating on air. I felt like I had finally done something right, finally made a good decision.
Then suddenly pain blossomed in my side, hot and sharp. Something shoved me up against the wall violently, and blackness descended.
24
Rafa
It felt like a fucking trap.
I’d set up a lot of traps just like it. You lure someone into a sense of security by bringing them to a location and delivering, but once they get to that second location, bam. You nail them there.
This was exactly what I would’ve done if I’d wanted to trap the Spiders. Cassidy didn’t understand that, of course. How the fuck could she? Finding the VHS tape wasn’t proof of anything, and I was still on high alert as we turned to leave.
That was probably the only thing that saved her. As she stepped back into the living room, a person wearing all black slammed into her, shoving her against the far wall, and threw a bag over her head.
I squeezed off two rounds. They hit the person right in their body armor and knocked them over, but I knew they weren’t dead.
I moved fast, but there were more people spilling into the room. I grabbed Cassidy by the arm and yanked her behind me as the shots began to ring out. She screamed, but I threw her back behind the wall and into the kitchen, getting us into cover.
I counted three more people, plus the one on the floor. There was a back door, but I couldn’t be sure that was unguarded.
We were fucking trapped.
I grabbed the hood and tore it from Cassidy’s head. She looked terrified, her eyes wide. “Stay down,” I yelled. I checked the room and bullets rained down on me, forcing me back.
Fuck. I had to think. I quickly replayed what had happened as I heard the people in the other room shifting their positions.
And then it hit me. I grabbed Cassidy by the shoulders. “Run for the back door.”