by Sable Hunter
This girl had gotten to him in a way he’d never felt before and Micah found himself moving out of instinct, not out of thought. He licked a soft path between her lips and up to her crease. Pressing a finger inside her slick channel, he licked her backside with slow, languid laps, the tip of his tongue sending Madison off into space. She gripped the counter, scared she would tear the top right off and held on. Already with Micah she’d experienced so much, this was yet another thing and it was turning her inside out.
Micah withdrew his finger and placed it on her clit, rubbing in slow circles as his tongue gave Madison fits. “Now, Madison. Cum for me.”
She took her orders well and let the rolling wave of ecstasy wash over her. Every nerve in her lit up and she came harder than she thought was humanly possible. Madison almost felt possessed. The way Micah licked her had been so pleasurable. Her secret place had been so sensitive and it all seemed so incredibly erotic and forbidden that it made her head spin. Madison had never been this turned on in her life and she pushed back from the counter with a crazed look in her eyes.
Micah met her look with a frenzied one of his own. He was on his feet and the pulse of his erection covered the space between them. Madison looked down and saw the syrupy drop of pre-cum that coated the top of his bulging cock. She could barely get her breath over the dizzying excitement of the moment, but Madison dropped to her knees and took Micah in her hand. “You’re so gorgeous.” She licked the top.
His cock bobbed with a rush of blood. “Holy shit.” The most beautiful woman on earth was on her knees in front of him and suddenly, the man who was never short on words, was totally speechless.
There was no time for a tease, no time for games, Madison needed to feel him on her tongue, so she opened her mouth and let Micah’s impressive cock stretch her lips wide. It was a struggle for Madison to get him in her mouth. Micah was at full-mast, but she accepted the challenge and got most of him down her throat as she fisted him.
“Fuck me!” Micah bellowed. “You are amazing.”
Madison took him out of her mouth and looked up like a goddess. “I love having you in my mouth.” She licked down the side of Micah’s shaft. “I just want to make you feel good.” She knew how to do this, she’d watched videos, read Cosmo and practiced on a cucumber–all for a moment such as this.
Micah steadied himself with a hand on the counter behind him. It was like this girl was in his head, like she had invaded his brain and mined all of his fantasies. The woman was perfect, down there on her knees in front of him she was his every wet dream. “I’ve never felt this good in my life.”
Madison’s confidence spiked. The curl of Micah’s lip showed her how good she was making him feel and it made her feel more powerful than she’d ever thought possible.
“I love your cock,” she said boldly and took it back into her mouth. She sucked and stroked him all at once, bringing Micah to the edge quickly.
“Oh, my God. Don’t stop,” he encouraged.
Madison felt her entire body flame for him. Was it possible that she was getting as much pleasure from giving as he was from receiving? The tingle in her pussy was divine. Every lick she gave Micah felt like a stroke to her own clit. Madison pressed her thighs together and moved her hips back and forth, clenching and unclenching her pussy. She could feel herself about to climax again.
“Suck me, baby,” Micah ordered through gritted teeth. “I’m going to cum. Don’t stop.”
His words set Madison off, she stroked him faster and when he started to quiver with release in her mouth, Madison shattered. She struggled to maintain her pace, but managed to keep it together. When he’d finished, she wrapped her arms around her middle, trying to stop her body from jerking. She didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or not.
Was this normal?
Micah didn’t seem to notice, he sank to his knees and crawled to the fridge to retrieve a carton of orange juice. He took a big swig and handed it over to Madison before lying down and placing his head in her lap.
“Good Lord, that was intense.”
Madison was still struggling to catch her breath. “It certainly was.”
From his vantage point, he could see her breathing and feel the tiny aftershocks in her body. “Did you cum, Madison? Did you cum while I was in your mouth?”
Blushing, Madison nodded her head. “Yea, I did. Was I supposed to?”
Micah wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her down. “Fuck, yeah. I don’t know if you’re supposed to, but that’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever heard.” He smiled, biting his lower lip. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
She traced his lips with one finger. “Yea, I liked it. I like you too.”
He kissed her finger. “I’m glad.”
“Good thing I didn’t have the stove on, or the French toast would have burnt.”
Micah pulled himself up with the help of the counter and then helped Madison to her feet. “You’re making me breakfast? How sweet of you.” He kissed her on the top of the head.
Madison moved back over in front of the bowl of eggs and kept prepping.
“I’ll grab a pan.” Micah strolled to the other side of the kitchen in the buff after slipping his robe over Madison’s shoulders. “What else can I do?”
“Nothing.” She pushed him away. “It’s a family recipe. My mom would kill me if I revealed her secret ingredients to a stranger.” It felt so good being in the kitchen with him. “You go sit down and let me make my man a hearty breakfast.”
My man?
Had she really just said that?
She waited for Micah to mention it, to protest it, to insist that he wasn’t her man at all, but he didn’t, he just swatted her on the rear and went to take a seat at the table.
After they’d eaten, Micah rubbed his full middle. “That was delicious, Fellows. Of course, it paled in comparison to the taste between those thighs of yours. But that was the best French toast this guy’s ever had.” Micah had been dreading the conversation they were about to have, but he needed to tell her he had to be on a plane in a few hours. “Listen, Madison.” He took her hand in his.
Madison’s heart dropped into her stomach. She felt a sudden queasy feeling overtake her. This was it. They’d had some fun, but it was time for her to go, time for Madison Fellows to turn back into a pumpkin so Micah could get back to his life.
“I had a great time last night,” a smirk overtook Micah’s face, “and especially this morning.” He sat for a moment and enjoyed the blush that spread across Madison’s face and chest. “But, I have bad news.”
Madison pulled her hand away. “Really.” She rose from the table and began gathering the dishes. “It’s okay. I understand. I’ll just clean up and grab my bag.”
Micah was dumbfounded. “What are you talking about?” He followed her to the sink.
Madison busied herself rinsing the syrup off their plates. She didn’t want to hear what he had to say.
It dawned on Micah what she must be thinking. “Oh, my God. Really?”
Madison looked at him. “What?”
“I’m not sending you away, Fellows.” He chuckled a bit. “I need to go away for a few days.”
“I understand.” Madison didn’t think he needed to make up such a lame story to get rid of her. If he wanted her gone, all he had to do was say so.
“This isn’t just some cum and go, Fellows. I’m not kicking you out because I had a couple orgasms. I have to go to Mexico for a few days with the Equalizers. Remember, I told you about them. We have to help someone.” He felt like she wasn’t listening to him so he took her by the arm and forced her to look at him as he spoke. “Listen. It’s not something I particularly want to do, but my friends need me and I won’t let them down. I want you to stay here while I’m gone. I won’t be long. Hopefully, only a few days. I need you to stay here so I know you’re safe.” Thunderpunch came strolling into the room and rubbed up against Madison’s legs. “And this little jerk seems to like you, so I ne
ed you to take care of him for me while I’m gone.”
Madison was about to cry. She’d been so sure he’d been trying to get rid of her and now he was asking her to stay at his place while he was gone. “You want me to stay?”
“I don’t need a house sitter, Fellows. If that’s what you’re thinking. I want you here because I care about you and I want you to be here waiting for me when I come home.”
“I’m not sure what to say.”
“Yes seems like a good idea to me.”
“How am I going to get to work? Or get my clothes?”
“You can drop me off at the airport and keep my car. I’m gonna call a guy I know to meet you at your place so you can get some of your stuff. You’ll be completely safe here. I’ll go over some of the security stuff before I go and before you know it, I’ll be back here worshipping that delicious pussy of yours in no time.”
Madison still wasn’t totally sure what was going on, but when her mouth opened, the only word that came out was, “Yes.”
Micah pulled her close. “Thank you.” Her willingness to do as he asked lifted a huge weight from his heart. He hadn’t realized until that moment how important she was to him. Keeping her safe while he was gone was paramount. “When I get back from this, I’m taking a long vacation. And you are coming with me.”
Closer than a brother…
“You’re late,” Saxon chided Micah when he slid into the seat next to him on Kyle’s plane.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Kyle already read me the riot act, so why don’t you get back to your internet porn.”
Saxon put his tablet down. “It’s not porn. It’s actually a very advanced firewall system I’m working on for a bank in Oregon.”
“Which is basically porn to you computer geeks.”
Jet was at the back of the plane going over plans.
“You sure you should be coming along?” Saxon inquired.
Micah clasped his seatbelt over his lap. “What does that mean?”
“I heard about the trouble yesterday. You cleared to leave the country?”
“A minor misunderstanding. That’s all. Who told you. Kyle?”
“No. Destry.”
“Well, he’s my lawyer. He ought to know if it’s okay to leave or not. Where is that slick son of a bitch anyway?”
“Who knows? How can anyone ever know with that guy? He had to leave on some type of diplomatic emergency. Brazil. France. Uganda. I never know where he is half the time.”
“Ohhh. France. That sounds nice. I’ve never been myself. You?” Micah settled down in the seat, adjusting his footrest.
“No. Maybe you should be thinking more about Mexico than France right now.”
Micah turned in his seat to regard his friend. “Something wrong, Saxon?”
“I don’t like hearing about my friend going to jail.”
“I told you, it was no big deal. I’m fine.”
“But it could’ve been a fuckin’ big deal. First you have me hack into a cell phone company for your new flavor of the week.”
“Watch it now,” Micah growled. “Don’t be calling her that.”
Saxon didn’t bother to respond to the threat. “Now, you’re getting arrested because of her. What do you even know about this girl, Micah?”
“I know that I care about her and I know she makes me feel like I’ve never felt before.”
“Well I’ve certainly seen this happen before.”
“Seen what?” Micah wasn’t following his friend. And to tell the truth, Saxon was getting on his nerves.
“Someone comes into your life and bad things start to happen. I’ve seen people come around and be bad influences on you, Micah.”
“You leave Colton out of this and you best mind your own business when it comes to Madison. You hear me?”
Saxon’s sudden involvement and judgment was unwarranted. All of a sudden his friend was sounding an awful lot like Albert Wolfe and Micah was having none of it. He stared at Saxon trying to work through his strange attitude. “You’re jealous,” Micah said suddenly.
“Of what?” Saxon scoffed.
“First Kyle, then Jet, now me. Well now, if this isn’t just about the cutest thing ever. Little Saxon is jealous that his buddies are being picked off one by one. Don’t worry, Saxon,” Micah patted him on the shoulder. “I’m sure some virtual reality honey will come along soon enough and take you off the market.”
Saxon undid his belt and got up. “Fuck you, Wolfe.”
Ready…Set…Death…
“Ni una muerta mas. Ni una muerta mas.” Angel Rubio whispered the words over and over again. She was burning up with fever. An infection raged through her body, the result of the untreated wound on her hand. Images danced before her eyes. She couldn’t be sure what was real and what was a nightmare.
She was bound, hanging by her wrists from a hook in the ceiling on the right hand side of some type of stage. Her tongue was so dry that it stuck to the roof of her mouth. She’d been whipped, the clothes on her body hanging as rags. Screams, unholy screams, echoed around her. Her eyes were glued to a chair in the middle of the room. A young woman sat there, her hands tied behind her back. One by one, a trio of men came to her, forcing her to give them fellatio. They wore hoods over their faces, but she assumed they were the same three who’d threatened her before. The woman being used was held in place by an armed guard. Sofia shut her eyes to erase the scene, but when she looked again, the monstrosity was always in front of her. She wanted to add her screams to the unholy scene, but a gag in her mouth prevented her from making any noise beyond desperate moans.
Through the haze of delirium, Sofia saw another figure with a camera recording the vile scene. This was like the set of a horror film, only this wasn’t acting, this was appalling reality. Seeing the woman violated in such a way turned her stomach. But when the men were through with her, what happened next would be imprinted on Sofia’s brain forever. The shorter man walked up to the molested woman with a gun and shot her between the eyes.
As the poor girl slumped forward, Sofia screamed a silent agonizing scream.
“How long are we going to keep the old puta alive?” The voice emanating from the hood made Sofia think of the grim reaper.
“She came to us, she wanted to know what was happening to these girls. We shall let her live to satisfy her curiosity–and then we’ll kill her. Who’s ready for a drink?”
Ni una muerta mas.
“You two seem to have a close relationship, why didn’t you stop her?” Noah asked, a quiet desperation in his voice.
Mateo stared at the man who looked so much like Angel Rubio. “After you spend more time with your mother, you’ll understand that she is a very stubborn woman.”
Noah jammed his hands in his pockets, feeling more helpless than he’d ever felt. “I hope I get an opportunity to find out.”
“Your friends, they are on their way? You have a plan to rescue her?”
“Yes, the Equalizers will be here soon. I’m not sure about the plan,” he sighed. “I just can’t understand why she did this. I don’t understand why she’s done anything.” Noah whipped around and glared at the young Hispanic man, realizing how jealous he was of him.
“I want to be included. I can shoot a gun. She saved me, I want to save her. I should’ve gone on my own…” Mateo’s voice trailed off.
Noah looked at the young man. There was fire in his eyes. One day his body would grow as big as his heart. “Waiting for us was best. I’m sure she knows how much you care.”
“Your mother is a great lady.” Mateo spoke softly. “Ni una muerta mas, not one more death, Sofia’s mantra. She saved my life and she has saved many others.” He resented having to explain something so obvious to the American. “You were the first.”
Noah turned his head slowly. “What do you mean?”
Mateo narrowed his gaze. “You don’t know?”
“What do you mean and how would I know?” Noah raised his voice. He half-way expected the
door to open and one of his brothers to step inside to check on him, they were just outside, keeping watch and giving him some privacy with Mateo. “The first inkling I had of her existence was when I found my mother–Sue’s–diary. I was kept in the dark about all of this. No one gave me a say in the matter. Later, I was given a photo. I’ve had to dig for every scrap of information on my mother. Clearly, she never expected for me to ever find her.”
“She called you.” Mateo grated.
“Yes, but not because of our relationship. She called to save others.” Noah blasted out his feelings. “I know I sound selfish and I want to save these women…but this is my mother. My mother!”
Mateo stood to approach Noah McCoy. Having sympathy for this man wasn’t easy. Their worlds were so far apart–vast wealth and abject poverty. Yet, they had something in common. Angel Rubio. “Sofia gave you up to save your life. Her husband, a vicious man, threatened to kill you when he found out you were not his own. She hasn’t told me a great deal about this man, Garza, but I do know that she was more of a prisoner than a wife. After your birth, she managed to get you to safety and then he sold her into prostitution. This life was never your mother’s choice. But once she found herself embroiled in it, she not only survived and escaped it, she vowed to help others who met with the same sad fate. No one expected for her to stumble onto this madness.”
“It’s hard to comprehend it all.” Noah hung his head. “I wish I’d known years ago. I would have brought her home and she’d never been in this danger.”
“Destino is difficult to challenge. Sofia sees this as her purpose.”
Noah felt selfish, but he couldn’t help it. “What scares the hell out of me is that I’ll be too late. She’s not some Joan of Arc, she’s my mother. Doesn’t she want that?”
“Sofia kept up with you as best she could, even made friends with the Madre of your brothers. She has treasured photographs of you, pictures that she takes out of this box and handles like they are the most precious of jewels.” Mateo walked up to Noah and placed a hand on his shoulder. “She is very brave. If anyone can survive this, she can. Take heart, you’ll be taking her to your home soon and I will be the one left behind.”