Hired To Kill

by J. L. Beck

  He chuckled and rubbed her with a slow circling rhythm; his mouth exploring her neck. He squeezed her ass with both hands.

  Those hands. Mmmm. “So wonderful…” She leaned back against him with a delighted sigh as her body turned to warm jelly.

  With a swift motion, he bent her over. Her breathing accelerated while his strong hands grasped her hips. He lifted until her feet left the shower floor. “Oh!” she gasped. He titled her hips and thrust into her.

  “Yes,” she whispered with sweet pain. Reaching out, she planted her hands on the shower wall. The warm water ran along her bare breasts as he moved her up and down. “Unh, unh,” she breathed aloud while his cock pounded deep into her.

  “Yes, you like that,” he purred into her ear while his hands used her hips to deepen his thrusts. Then pausing, he grasped her nipples as they beaded under the water, he pinched and played with them with his hard cock still planted inside her.

  The sensations were too much. God, she was going to explode!

  Then without her consent, a powerful climax shuddered through her. “Oh… Ohh!”

  “Tell me.”

  “Yes, I like it…” Her breath left her body as she trembled. “Addicted to you––addicted.”

  “Anytime, I want?”

  “Any…” Her breathless voice shivered under the water flow. “Anytime, you want!”

  He gripped her tighter and joined her orgasm. Alexa slumped down while he still held her hips. “So...amazing,” she whispered, her breath coming in gasps.

  He swiveled her body to face him under the warm shower flow. Reaching around, he soaped her skin with a washcloth, and lowered it between her legs. “Now, I’ll clean you up.” His low voice rumbled in the shower stall…

  ….With her hand between her legs, Alexa’s eyes popped open as the water had gone cold on her. She felt her cum on her fingers. Fuck! She just fantasized a climax over a man she just met a half hour ago.

  She knew for a fact, that she was going to get him into this very shower and see if fantasy met up with reality. Deep down, Alexa knew it would be even better than her imagination.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Gen waited at the same table where they had dinner last night. He remembered his reaction to that dress she wore. It was the same one as in the photo/ He was almost afraid to get up and be a gentleman when she came closer to the table as his jeans were way too tight over his crotch. Damn the woman just got hotter every time he saw her.

  It had been a great meal as he and Vi had bantered and got to know one another. But he really didn’t know enough. She told him of growing up as an orphan. Then getting a job in an antique store. Then it led to the job she had now.

  Damn, it had been hard for him to lie to her. But he couldn’t just say. Hi, I’m Genaro and I’m a hitman for an organized crime family. I kill people for a living but don’t let that bother you.

  No.

  He’d told her he worked for an import business and he was headed to Florida to one of their offices there. Import/Export. Bodies in and bodies out. He thought the joke had been funny in the past when he’d come up with that cover story before with women or anyone he met that took interest in him. But last night, it had lost its humor. It was the first time he felt like lying to a woman was the ultimate sin. Like what the fuck? Why did he feel like this?

  He found that he like everything about Vi. She did in fact like trinkets and had extensive knowledge of all things old and collected. They had sat and laughed over some of the stories she told of people trying to pass things off as a collectible antique.

  Gen never laughed so much in his life as he had with Vi. But he knew that couldn’t be her name. She had to have a name that matched her. Vivian just didn’t cut it.

  He looked out the port window as he waited for her to show up for lunch now. He reasoned they were in the south somewhere and it would only be another day until they arrived in Florida. So now after waiting all these days, he had to move fast if he wanted to close this job up. He knew she should have called and informed Lorenzo that he’d found her but he just wanted to wait. He needed a plan of some kind.

  Then again, he wanted a night with her and tonight would have to be it. Then his need to get off this damn train was getting to him. Damn…He never knew he could feel so boxed in. It was different from a car and not as bad as a plane, but he just felt stifled. Only the thought of seeing her calmed him and his antsy feeling.

  Then there she was. as the car door slid open. That face and those sparkling eyes.

  She paused when she spotted him and then placed her finger up to her lips.

  Tilting his head, he wondered what this meant.

  Then she gave him that green eyed wink and curled her finger at him...in one of those come hither actions.

  His eyes widened. Did she mean?

  Smiling, she turned and motioned for him to follow.

  What the…? He got up and followed. Hell yes, he did.

  He caught up to her as she turned down a corridor. Was she leading him to her room or compartment, or whatever the hell it was called? Closet would be more apt, he could barely turn around in his.

  She then stopped at a door and nodded at him.

  Gen looked around. What if she was onto him? And this was a trap. Someone like him couldn’t be too careful. He felt none of his alarms going off. He had to be sure. He finally stepped up just as she opened the door. What if there was a gunman in there? He took a deep breath. He’d left his weapon in his compartment. He was intending on getting her to his room and get her under him… Now, again it was turned around on him. She had turned it around.

  Well shit, Gen don’t just stand here.

  He stepped closer to the door.

  She grabbed his arms and yanked him in.

  That was all the encouragement he needed. He grinned at her and chuckled. If he’d been wearing a tie she would have y used it as a leash. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she drew him down to her. Their lips met and lights blazed behind his closed eyes. She kissed him hard. His mind took flight and just went utterly blank, cause surely and irrevocably it was gone. Her honeysuckle scent filled his nostrils, her sweet flavor coated his tongue. He barely had the presence of mind to shut the door with his foot and pick her up in his arms.

  She tilted her head a bit. “I wasn’t going to wait for you to make the first move.” Her voice was breathy, husky like talking wasn’t something she wanted to do.

  He would tell her later how he’d planned the exact same thing. For now, he would show her. He e had very few words but lost of actions he could impart to her. Gen planned to have his hands all over her, fingers in her, mouth in her, his cock in her. Damn, he needed to slow up, not that she seemed to want that.

  He didn’t want to disconnect from her, so he made his way to the small bed. It would be a close fit but he surely didn’t intend to lay side by side with her anyway. Stopping at the side of the bed, he released Vi so she could stand, but he never released his mouth from hers. Her tongue licked along the sides of his and he groaned into her mouth. She was all fluid heat. And he lost it, he was a raging hard on, his body tense and hard with a need to have this woman.

  Gen pulled her shirt up, releasing their joined lips long enough, to yank the material over her head but in their frenzy to unclothe each other they became tangled. He realized she was pulling the buttons on his shirt apart and pushing it off his shoulders. He managed to get his arms out of the sleeves and return to her.

  His hands wrapped around her tight stomach, his thumb stoking against the edge of the lace bra covering her perfect breasts. Her hands drew his face back down to her warm open mouth. He lost himself inside her moistness. He felt her hands at his stomach, trying to unbutton his jeans, and he helped her unzip him. Placing his hand under the zipper to protect his raging erection. He made quick work of getting her out of her jeans. Releasing her only long enough to get them off her legs. She must have already gotten rid of her shoes because they weren’t a probl
em. He kissed her inner thighs as he stood up. “Are you sure about this? Please be sure because I won’t be able to stop in a second here.”

  Vi sat on the bed, twisting so she could place her legs on the comforter and scooted up on the pillow, waiting for him. “Yes. I have been sure since I first saw you.”

  He finished getting out of his jeans in record time. “You are so fucking beautiful. I hurt to look at you.” He did. Every part of him throbbed painfully, as he’d wanted to be buried inside her since the moment he saw her image. Just barely a week but too long. For him. Yet, the wait for this would be well worth it. Even the insufferable train ride would be worth it.

  He sat down beside her, laying his hands on her thighs. Moving his thumb back and forth on the front of them while she watched him with the glaze of desire heavy in her green eyes. he wanted to slow this down a bit and k just look at her, the same as the day she showed up on the train out of nowhere.

  Giving him that smile of hers, she parted her thighs for him. He smiled, as he leaned over her and joined their lips again. She opened her mouth and their tongues tangled together. He groaned, he could get addicted to the taste of her. He moved one hand down to her hip, squeezing it before moving to place his palm over her pussy. Damn, she was wet for him. Gently, he inserted a finger, moving it slowly in and out of her wet sheath. She stopped kissing him then. Her head leaned back into the pillow and her lips parted. He watched her eyes flutter closed as she moaned while she took in air. Her face was flushed with her pleasure. He eased a second finger in then thumbed her clit.

  Her body arched a little, her breasts heaving, those nipples rigid and hard. Hard for him.

  Stunning—just as he’d envisioned.

  He shifted, withdrawing his hand so he could move on her bed positioning himself between her legs. He curled onto his flanks and raised her legs up until they were over his shoulders. Her wet gleaming unshaved pussy was right where he needed it. Wanted it to be. Gen licked his lips then inhaled her as her scent once again invaded every cell in his body. Bringing him to life. His cock jerked reaching toward her pussy. Not yet. He wanted to make this even better for her.

  Leaning forward, he buried his tongue at her opening, licking all around her labia then sucking on her clit. His reward was a release of her sweet nectar coating his tongue.

  Her body arched to him as she called out his name, “Gen.”

  “Christ, you are so beautiful,” he spoke to her thighs. While she was still trembling from him licking and sucking on her clit, he lowered her legs and came to rest over her body. He could eat her out all dammed day. But his cock wanted inside. He wanted to feel her, lose himself in her.

  She reached between their bodies, grabbed his cock, and squeezed.

  “Fuck yes. Guide me baby, take us where I need to be, where you need me to be.”

  She did, but paused as the head of his cock touched her opening. Licking her lips, she smiled at him and slid it the tip in as her hips moved forward.

  “God yes,” he groaned as he surged until he was buried deep inside her until his balls were slapping against her skin and she welcomed him into her warm wet haven.

  “Don’t stop,” she gasped out.

  “You feel so damn good. So good.”

  “Less talk, more moving,” she panted breathlessly. “Keep moving.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He grinned at her. Damn, the woman was wild just like he’d thought. So he did, he pulled back a bit only to push deeper into her. She raised those long toned legs and wrapped them around his waist, taking him even deeper inside of her. Her response was primal, instinctual. Gen lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers. Immediately, they parted more for him and her tongue emerged to suckle with his. Their joined flesh circled each other, as his hips swiveled into her core. Filling her. Making her his with each stroke and drawing him further down into her beautiful form.

  He knew she was close and he was too, but he wanted them to come together so he drove harder and sucked a nipple into his mouth teasing it with his teeth.

  She writhed underneath him as he reached under her and squeezed her ass cheeks.

  This seemed to unhinge her as she gasped out and fucked him back. Their rhythm in sync. Every thrust was like another hit to his senses. He throbbed inside her and his breathing became harsh as if he’d run a mile. Damn, this was taking him all the way in. he was on fire as this woman held his cock tight with her clenching pussy. He knew this meant she was almost there.

  “Let’s go together.” He grabbed her thighs and positioned them until her legs were pressed up against his chest, opening her even wider for his onslaught. His cock surged forward, going even deeper and with each press, her pussy muscles tightened all around his dick making his entire body quiver. His balls were heavy, ready to rupture. His body began to move in a frenzy and she moved with him. The sound of their labored breathing echoing throughout the room and they each strove for that pinnacle in each other’s arms. His cock seemed to get harder with each thrust until finally, after an eternity, the heat caught him and he released his cum into her core. Her body trembled beneath him, he could feel her cum coating his dick. He could hold back no longer.

  Gen released their lips and tossed back his head, the muscles of his arms corded from the strain of holding back, let go. He let everything go on a shout. This was the way it should be… coming at the same time. Electric. Heat on heat. Fucking fireworks.

  She was holding him with her arms around his neck, as he had her lovely thighs over his shoulders. He eased out and her hands dropped.

  She laid there looking entirely sated. Her eyes closed with those long lashes fanning her cheeks.

  God, she was beautiful and when she came, it was a sight to behold. He could still taste her on his lips. He would have more of that flavor before the night was through.

  She remained silent.

  Gen figured if she had anything to say, she held it back. He wanted to say so many things. He felt so good and so bad at the same time. How the fuck did he get here? Not in her bed with her as he might just keep her for a long ass time. No… in a place where he was actually contemplating escape. Escape with her from his job, his old life. Take her out of the country. Make her his.

  Yes, insane.

  He’d gone insane.

  He took a deep breath and realized she had gone to sleep. Good. It meant he’d done his job. He winced, No this wasn’t part any of that. His job in making her happy.

  Gen refused to think of tomorrow. He simply laid back with her in the narrow bed and sleep took over. No job, no gun… just her in his arms.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Gen woke up and found the samll bed empty. He rose up and rubbed his eyes. The compartment was empty to. He then realized the train had stopped. Fuck! He got up, not caring about his nudity and peeked out the port window. His eyes rounded. There on the platform was Fucking Lorenzo’s goons.

  He recognized two of his top henchman as they used to call them. These guys were his hired enforcers. Hector and Lou.

  He stepped back. Shit! He looked around. No sign of her clothes or her. He could see the bathroom door open and she wasn’t in there either. Fuck, they were going to find her! He hurried to get his jeans on and pulled his shirt over his head. He slipped on his shoes and opened the door. He made his way through the corridor. He made it to his corridor.

  Then stopped in his tracks. “Vi…”

  She looked scared and her face was flushed. “I-I got an emergency call and I have to go.” She took a glance behind her.

  “You’re leaving?” he asked then wanted to smack himself. Of course, she is you dumbass! Those men are going to catch up with her any minute now.

  “Here is where I can be found, if…” She slipped a matchbook to his palm and released his hand. “––you like trinkets.” She made her way through the corridor and into the next compartment.

  Gen watched her departure and peered down at the matchbook. The Jubilee. “How will I know where th
is place is?” He read the small lettering. One-eleven, Jubilee.

  Yeah, he had to let her go. For now. He needed to head off those two gorillas. He didn’t stop to consider that he was helping her to get away from his own guys and the fact he was actually letting her get away. He hurried to the main car. He would catch up to her later and… and what? He didn’t have time to think about it now.

  He halted after he slid the door open.

  There they were, looking around.

  So, what to do? Lie?

  Hell yes, he would lie.

  “Hey Hector, Lou.”

  The men zeroed their gazes in on him.

  Hector shoved a waiter out of the way and came right up to Gen. “Where is Alexa Rogers?”

  Gen paused. So that’s her name. It fits better than the other one. He sighed with disgust and went into his bluff, “I got it covered. Tell Lorenzo I know where she is and will have her soon. Why the fuck are you two here?” He gave them that glinty look he used many times in this business.

  Hector backed down a bit as his aggressive stance changed.

  Yeah, he knew what Genaro could do if provoked.

  “He sent us to check on you. You never phoned him.”

  “Well, you fucking phone him and tell him this is my dammed ….” He looked around at the other passengers and lowered his voice. “…My job and I will call when I have her.”

  Hector and Lou looked at each other and knew they’d better back off. Shrugging, they turned and headed back out.

  Gen hoped he had distracted them long enough for Vi— Alex to get away. Yeah that name fit her better, he knew it was never Vivian.

  He pushed his fingers through his hair. Fuck, what had he just done? Lying to those guys. To Lorenzo, so she could get away.

  After grabbing his stuff, he hopped off the train and headed to the car rental.

  After an hour of crap with the rental place and paperwork, Genaro parked the rental on the street. He got out and stopped to look all around. Damn it was hot here. Fucking Florida. Genaro shook his head in amusement and made his way down the sunny street.