by Hamel, B. B.
“Enjoy it?” she asks, head cocked.
“Right.” I put my lips against her neck. She groans a little.
“How?”
“You can let me sneak into your room at night. Let me fuck you rough and deep.”
“Ryan’s right next door,” she says, trying to control the quaver in her voice. “He might wake up.”
“You’d have to be quiet.”
“Connor,” she gasps as my hands move off her hips toward the bottom of the towel. I touch her bare thighs and slowly move the towel up.
“I can teach you how to loosen up,” I say.
“I don’t need to loosen up.”
“I think you do.” My fingers finally find her pussy and she’s dripping wet, but not from the shower. “I think you really do.”
She groans but stops herself as there’s a noise next to us. Ryan’s door opens and I quickly move my hands away from Leah. She straightens up and slides away from me just as Ryan steps out into the hall, rubbing his eyes.
“Leah?” he asks, blinking at the two of us.
“Hey, bud,” I say, swooping him up. “Why are you awake?”
“Tired,” he says, rubbing his face against my chest.
Leah’s bright red when I look back at her. “I’ll get him down,” I say, and she nods gratefully. I grin and wink at her and she quickly heads into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
I take Ryan back into his room, sit down on his bed with him, and read him his favorite story. He’s asleep before I even finish, and I can’t help but sit there and watch him sleep for a second.
I wish he hadn’t interrupted what I had with Leah out there, but now I know she wants it just as much as I do. And now I know exactly what I have to do.
I’ll see her later tonight, and I’ll give her what she wants.
17
Leah
I can’t sleep.
I keep feeling his body against mine, his hands between my legs. Every time he touches me, it’s like he wakes something up that I didn’t know I even had.
I glance over at the clock. It’s a little after eleven at night, and the house is quiet. I heard him go to bed a little while ago, and I haven’t heard anything since. I feel a little silly, lying here in bed in a black bra and a pair of black panties. I don’t sleep in my bra and panties normally. I should just get up, put on my PJs, and go to sleep.
The moment’s over. The spell’s broken. He’s not coming tonight and I just feel stupid.
I take a breath and let it out. Part of me wants to text him, send him a picture of what I’m wearing, something to entice him. But I also don’t want to throw myself at him, or really even get more involved than I already am. It’s stupid and I should probably just accept that I want him badly, but I have all these reservations and confusions holding me back.
I’m about to roll over and get changed when I hear it. There’s just a slight creaking of a floorboard in the hallway. There’s another creak, and I’m sitting up, sheets pulled to my chest as my doorknob turns.
My heart starts to beat fast as he steps into my room, shutting the door quietly behind him. He’s one big shadow, wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else, his bare chest muscular in the half light. He looks down at me, a smirk on his lips, and walks over to the side of the bed.
I drop the sheet and stare at him. His eyes roam down along my breasts and I love the way he looks at me. It drives me wild as he reaches down and takes my hair, tipping my head back. Wordlessly, he slides his gym shorts off, and he’s not wearing any underwear.
His cock is half hard and big already. I gasp as his grip tightens in my hair. I reach forward and take his cock in my hand and slowly stroke him, looking up into his eyes. Neither of us speak and the only sound is my heart pumping blood in my ears. He gets harder and I lean forward, taking him into my mouth, letting him slide himself into my throat.
He stiffens all the way in my mouth and I love the way that feels. I start to suck his tip and his grip on my hair relaxes. I use both hands to stroke his shaft, sliding up and down, letting him push down my throat.
He pushes me back suddenly and rips the sheets off my body, exposing me. I gasp as he kneels down and grabs my panties, pulling them off almost violently. He grabs my thighs and he turns me, pulling me toward him, my knees around his head.
His mouth finds my pussy and I groan as his tongue slides inside me. I’m wet and getting soaked as he laps me up, licking and sucking me. I grip the sheets and turn my head, stifling my moans the best I can, letting only half-strangled gasps escape my lips. It’s like he’s doing everything he can to push my limits as he slides two fingers inside of me and fucks me with them while he sucks on my clit.
I groan as my back arches. I gasp and shiver, clutching the bed as he licks and sucks me, fingers plunging in even deeper.
We haven’t said a word yet and it’s driving me insane. He stands up suddenly, looking down at me, his cock hard, his smirk maddening.
He grips my hips and turns me onto my stomach. He unhooks my bra and gets me completely naked as I look over my shoulder at him, hair spilling down around my shoulders and eyes. He reaches forward and grabs it, pulling it back, tipping my chin up as his fingers find my ass and my pussy, teasing me from behind.
I groan under his big hands. He squeezes my ass and plunges his fingers back inside my pussy. He fucks me from behind like that, still not saying a word. It’s driving me so fucking crazy.
He leans over me, fingers buried in my pussy, and puts his mouth right next to my ear.
“Say please,” he whispers.
“Please.” It escapes as a half-moan, half-gasp.
He pulls back and pushes me forward again, my hips up in the air. I feel his cock press against my pussy before he plunges himself deep down inside of me. I gasp and grip the sheets again, surprised again over how big he is. I don’t know how he even fits, but he starts to slowly fuck me and it drives me absolutely insane.
I writhe my hips, letting him plunge even deeper. I groan and start to buck my back against him, as he fucks me deep and slow, making my whole body tremble and shake. His hands slide down my spine and grab my hips.
I look over my shoulder at him and push up onto my hands. I use them to push back against the bed and his eyes go wide. I start to fuck him like that, using my arms and hips to push back against him. His surprise turns into dark pleasure, a grin splitting his handsome face, and he slaps my ass hard.
My eyes go wide at the sound and we both stop for a second, listening for a cry from the other room. But nothing comes, and he slides himself out of me, rolling me onto my back.
He spreads my legs and plunges himself inside me again. His lips find mine, kissing me full and deep as he fucks me slowly. He pins my hands above my head and teases my neck, my breasts, my hard nipples. He fucks me faster, moving deep and hard and I’m panting in his ear, panting my low, deep moans.
I spread my legs wide as he sits back and teases my clit with his thumb. He smirks at me and I writhe my hips, moving in little circles along his cock as he works my clit, pleasure flooding my body. I’m sweating already and my limbs are shaking, but I need more so desperately.
He moves back against the front of the bed and pulls me along with him. He pushes me down on top of him, kissing my chest as I slide back down along his shaft.
He lets me do the work, riding fast and hard. I grip the headboard as I go, trying not to make too much noise but not able to slow down. I ride him hard as he grips my hips and sucks my tits, and it feels so fucking good I can barely breathe. His cock plunges into me, again and again.
He pulls my hair back and look into my eyes. I know what he wants, and I want it too. I kiss him and move faster, writhing my hips in circles, riding his big dick. I can feel my orgasm building inside of me, intense and overwhelming.
But before I can come, he stands suddenly, cock still inside of me. He puts me back down and turns me again, getting my ass in the air, and he fucks me from beh
ind. I groan and he takes me like a savage, clearly not able to help himself anymore. There’s nothing tender or quiet about it, he’s just fucking me rough and deep and getting what he needs.
I come hard as he takes me. I love feeling like he’s using me, fucking me and destroying me. I come hard, his name on my lips, moaning and whispering it.
He comes a moment later. He pulls his big, thick cock from my pussy and comes all over my ass and back in thick ropes. I groan, looking back over at him. I lick up a stray piece that hits the sheets next to me, and that makes him grunt with desire when I look back at him.
When we finish, we go into the shower and clean up together. Ryan doesn’t wake up, which I’m thankful for. Connor kisses me and washes me, and I do the same for him when he’s finished.
We barely say anything to each other. In fact, I think the only words I’ve said since he came into my room are “please” and “Connor.” We don’t speak in the shower either, and it feels right.
When we’re done, he puts me back in bed. He kisses me one more time and then he leaves. I’m alone in my bedroom again, listening to the floorboards creak as he heads back to his room.
The only things left behind are a messy bed, a small stain next to my shoulder, and the aching pleasure between my legs that’s begging for even more already.
18
Connor
I feel like nothing can bring me down the next day at work. Even if it is just a boring office gig, I’m still smiling the whole time, thinking about my night with Leah.
That’s what I want. I need to have her pinned down against the bed while I work her body. She’s the kind of girl that’s always begging for more, even when she’s not saying a word, and it drives me insane. The way we were both trying to be so quiet because of Ryan in the next room just intensified the whole thing, and I can’t get her out of my mind.
None of our problems are solved. I’m not the kind of man to be okay with unsolved problems, but the sting of them isn’t so bad when I think about Leah’s body against mine.
I keep seeing this future that I know is a total fantasy, but I still can’t help myself. There’s a reason I haven’t tried to take Ryan away from Leah. Aside from her being a good mother to him, I also want her around.
I keep seeing it like this: we live in the city together, she works as a nurse, and I start a new business. It’s hard at first, and there are a lot of late nights, but we spend as much time as a family as we possibly can. And as Ryan gets older, things get easier, and the spark never dies between Leah and I. We keep things fresh and exciting because there’s nothing better than family, even when things look tough.
It’s a stupid and simple fantasy. Sometimes I feel guilty that it seems like I’m just substituting Leah for Harper, but that’s not true, not really. I wasn’t in love with Harper before Ryan ever came along, and I was only in it because I was afraid Harper would die without me. Turns out that I was right.
Leah is completely different. She has her shit together. I don’t have to be around her all day long every single day making sure that she’s not getting involved in something stupid. I can trust Leah to make her own decisions, and I can believe that she’ll make the right ones. I fully expect her to put Ryan first, whereas with Harper I fully expected her to put the drugs first. Being with Harper was like having a second kid. Being with Leah is like a breath of fresh air.
I know we live in the same house now, but that doesn’t mean we’re together. I have to keep reminding myself of that. She’s sensitive and worried that I’ll try to take Ryan away from her, or that I’ll develop a stronger bond with him than she has. It’s true that he’s my son, but he’s every bit the stranger to me. She has a head start in bonding, especially considering she’s been taking care of him, and doing such a good job.
And I don’t want to catch up. I don’t want to take that bond away from her. I love that she feels so close to a boy that she really owes nothing to, all because her cousin told her to take care of him. It’s remarkable actually, and the more I think about it, the more I want to be with her.
That’s what it comes down to. When I’m around her, I want to keep being around her. She makes me a better man. Harper was constantly dragging me down, because that’s what she did. Harper dragged everything around her down to her level, and although she was a good person deep in her heart, she was broken. She came out of that Gallo family broken and addicted, and there was nothing I or anyone else could do.
I don’t have to worry about Harper anymore. Although she keeps coming back into my mind, and I hate that she’s dead, I don’t have to worry. I like to think that she’s at peace now, since she definitely wasn’t peaceful in life.
I try to lose myself in work, although it’s hard sitting at a computer all afternoon. It’s easy for my mind to wander back to Leah and Harper and Ryan and the Gallo family. I wish I could get them out of my head but it’s all there, swirling around, refusing to give up. I hate that those bastard Gallos have even an inch of my mind.
The day finally comes to an end and I pack my stuff up. I say goodnight to my coworkers and head out to the elevator and down into the lobby. Our company is on the twelfth floor of a large office building down town, so I head into the flow of people that are going home.
Since it’s nice out, I decide to walk. It’s maybe twenty minutes on foot but I could use the exercise. I head down toward Walnut Street, getting away from the main pack of people and finding myself on the smaller side streets.
This part of Philadelphia is pretty beautiful. It’s an old city, so the streets are all narrow and beat up. The buildings are relatively uniform, and there are tiny little streets that jut away from the main ones with just enough room for a single car. Those streets are basically tiny little microcosms in the greater city, their own secluded neighborhoods. Our spot is great, but I want to move into a place like that one day.
I stop at the end of one of those streets and look down. Brick buildings on either side, one or two cars half on the sidewalk and half in the street. The buildings have private garages and balconies with ivy growing up the side. The sunlight comes down through the gap in the roofs and I smile as I turn and walk down along it.
I glance at the doors and wonder who lives in these places. I bet it’s a little paradise, being in a house like this. I pause outside of one and look at the old, ornate door, imagining a smiling family that looks a lot like me, Leah, and Ryan.
I hear a sound at the end of the street and turn my head. I blink for a second, surprised, as two guys walk toward me.
“Connor,” the shorter one says, and it takes a second for my brain to catch up with my eyes.
Enzo Gallo grins at me.
“What do you two want?” I ask, turning toward him.
I have just a second to drop my bag off my shoulder as Enzo barrels at me. Piero stays behind, impassive as always, as Enzo slams his body against mine.
I turn and twist, and instead of falling to the ground, I manage to put most of my weight on Enzo. He grunts as I sprawl my legs out, pushing him down onto the concrete, my body on his back. It’s an old wrestling move but an effective one for when someone tries to tackle you like this.
He grunts and punches at me, knocking the wind out of me. I roll to the side as he scrambles toward me, his eyes wide, and I know he wants to kill me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I manage to say before Enzo leaps on me. I stumble back and hit the ground again, slamming against the wall of the building. Enzo rears back and goes to punch me, but I jab him in the gut first and shove him off. I roll to the side, getting to my feet.
Enzo gets up to and dances toward me, looking grim. Piero still hasn’t moved. We trade blows for a second before Enzo lands a right hook and stars burst into my vision. I don’t have time to try to recover as Enzo throws himself at me, a little ball of fury.
We hit the concrete again and pain lances through my shoulder. Enzo gets on top of me, punches me again, and I feel his hands wra
p around my throat. I gag and try to hit him but I don’t have any leverage or strength as he cuts off my windpipe.
I gag and choke, scrambling at him. I look around, desperate for something, and spot my bag a few feet away. My work laptop is poking out. Of it, just the corner showing, and I reach for it. Enzo’s eyes are locked with mine, and he doesn’t notice as I grasp the corner of the computer and slowly pull it out.
“Enzo,” Piero says from nearby, but it’s too late. I grab the laptop and smash it into Enzo’s face.
He grunts and falls off me. I gasp for air, coughing and choking. I roll over onto him and smash the laptop into his face again, making a wet sound. I go to hit him a third time, mindless with anger, but Piero shows up next to me.
“Enough,” he says, catching my hands. He pulls the computer from my grip and tosses it aside. “Enough,” he says again.
I roll over onto my back, coughing. Enzo groans on the ground a few feet away. Piero walks over to him and nudges him with his foot.
“Get up,” he says. “You lost.”
Enzo groans and slowly gets to his feet, bleeding from his head, his eyes a little crossed. I sit up and look at him.
“Just a taste,” he says, giving me a red grin. He spits blood onto the ground.
The two men walk away without another word.
I collapse back onto the ground and stare up at the sky through the gap in the buildings. I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but I feel lucky that I survived. Enzo was trying to kill me. I could see it in his eyes, in that moment he would have choked me until I was dead right there in broad daylight, in the middle of the afternoon commute. He wouldn’t have hesitated, not for a single fucking second.
I’m lucky I’m alive, I realize. I fought for it, but fucking hell. How did they even find me? How did any of that happen?