by Carver Pike
When I reached for her shirt, she let me pull it off, and only hissed slightly when her shirt passed her new tattoo.
“D...d…does it h…hurt?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s sore,” she admitted.
Then she kissed me again. Her hands went back to my chest. She dropped her own shorts and stepped into the shower. I heard her start the water.
“Come on in,” she said. “It’s warm.”
“Not t…t…too h…hot,” I told her. “It’s na…not g…good for your t…t…tattoo.”
“Not too hot,” she repeated. “Got it. Now get in here with me.”
My pants came down quickly, and with them, my boxers. With my hand on the wall, I slid closer to the shower until I found the curtain and pulled it out of the way. Jane found me first, taking my cock in her hand and gently guiding me into the shower by my balls. She was so quick to go there that it caught me by surprise.
Her other hand joined in but was filled with soap and she began to lather me up.
“It’s Dove,” she said. “That’s the best for tattoos, right? It’s alcohol free.”
Her fingers stroked my slippery cock and I buried my face in her shoulder. It felt so fucking good.
“Mild soap,” she added.
She’d done her research but I didn’t want to hear about tattoo aftercare. I wanted to make love to her. She stroked me harder and I was worried she might get soap inside the tip of my cock. That shit burns. For her, I’d risk it. No way was I going to stop her.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed into my ear, “but I can’t go slow anymore. That was me years ago but not now. I need you. I need you now. Don’t go slow with me, Kevin.”
I wasn’t sure why she was in such a rush, but if she wanted it, I was going to give it to her. She pulled me closer to her and I felt the nipple of her boob touch my chest. I loved the feel of it there and lowered myself so I could take it in my mouth. My tongue danced over her nipple in the warm water. She grabbed my bald head and raked the top of my scalp with her nails.
That was the point where I lost control. My hand slid up between her legs where I cupped her trimmed pussy and held it there in my hand. My thumb tapped against her clit and my fingers made my way up through her folds. I slid one finger inside, up to my knuckles, and then another.
“Oh shit,” she cried out.
She liked it. I picked one of her legs up and set her foot down on the rim of the tub and kept fingering her while I dropped to my knees and took her clit in my mouth. My fingers picked up the pace while I thrashed her clit between my teeth. I sucked it and flicked at it until she couldn’t stand still.
“Ohhh God!” she said. “It’s been sooooo long.”
Water ran down over her clit and into her pussy and into my mouth. I needed to fuck her. My cock throbbed and I needed to be inside her. No amount of licking or fingering could make up for what I really needed. I knew it the moment I first saw her. The night she walked into The Motor Quill I wanted to fuck her, and now was my chance. I picked her up, turned off the water, and carried her out of the shower.
“What are you doing?” she squealed.
“I n…need you,” I said, “B…b…but not like th…that.”
“You’re crazy!” she said laughing.
I set her down softly at the foot of her bed and with that same movement, as if it were a choreographed dance, my cock found the wet spot between her legs and slid home.
“Ha…hoooo,” she cried out as my cock slid into her pussy.
With my feet still planted firmly on the floor, and her back on the mattress, I grabbed her waist and pulled her body into me, yanking that pussy onto my cock. I pumped my ass hard and drove into her, fucking her so deep.
She bit my shoulder and scratched at my back as I leaned forward and drove my cock into her.
“Yes!” she yelled. “Fuck me like you want me. Please, Kevin, fuck me like you need me.”
I understood now. She needed to feel needed. She’d gone so long feeling neglected and unwanted. This was my chance to show her that I needed her. So I pulled my cock out of her, shocking her for a second as she seemed to think I was going to stop. But I wasn’t even close to stopping.
She got the point when I flipped her over onto her stomach and then grabbed her hips and yanked her ass off the bed. She needed to be standing and bent over so I could show her how badly I really wanted her.
“I na…need you,” I said.
Hearing my own voice didn’t sound sexy at all and I decided then that I’d do no more dirty talking. I’d have to prove it to her with my cock. So I lifted her ass up and spread her pussy lips with my left hand as I slid into her. She slapped the mattress with an open hand and bit down on her comforter as I shoved my cock as far into her as possible.
“Oh…God!” she yelled.
I fucked her hard and I fucked her fast, then I slowed down and worked her slow, and as she started to moan into her blanket, I picked up the pace again and thrust into her so hard I almost caught a cramp in my ass.
She came faster than I expected and that’s when I knew she really had gone a long time without any. As I drove into her from the side of the bed, her legs began to shake and she couldn’t stop moaning. This girl definitely wasn’t faking it. So I kept fucking her, forcing her to come until she was completely drained of energy and could no longer move.
I couldn’t come though. I don’t know why. I think it was knowing that I wasn’t wearing a condom and she had a husband. She had a family. It felt wrong.
“Did you come?” she asked.
“N…not yet,” I said.
“What? Why not?” she asked. “Is everything okay?”
I climbed into bed with her and we lay naked beneath the sheets. She rested her head against my chest.
“That was amazing,” she said. “I knew it would be. God, that was awesome.”
“It w…was,” I said.
“But you didn’t come,” she said.
“L…l…later,” I said.
“Later,” she agreed.
As we lay there in silence, she fell asleep, and the sound of her deep breathing was nice. I wondered if this was what it was like to be with a woman at night, with no intention of leaving. I had never had that before. Well, I guess I had with Mrs. Rebecca.
Why am I fucking thinking of her again? She’s gone. She left me. She didn’t want me anymore.
My mind went back to that last night again, when we talked at the table by candlelight. Afterwards, we went back to her bedroom and made love. With my eyes closed and Jane asleep on my chest, I thought of Mrs. Rebecca naked in the moonlight, riding me, her boobs rising and falling. It was such a sight to see. She had the best boobs imaginable. Large and soft and round. My cock was hard thinking about her and I wanted Jane all over again.
I leaned down and kissed Jane’s forehead.
“Mmm,” she said and then looked up at me.
I didn’t explain anything to her. I didn’t need to. I pulled her on top of me and slid my cock inside her. She rode me and as she did, all thoughts of Mrs. Rebecca fled from my mind. It was only Jane. She was all I wanted. I’d never had a woman like Mrs. Rebecca and now I’d found one better, and to be honest, her pussy felt twice as good. This time I did come inside her. She told me to and I did. Even after that, I kept fucking her until she collapsed on top of me and lay there with my cock inside her. Chest to chest, we didn’t move.
Then we spooned, and as we lay there together in bed, I went back to thinking. Simple Simon. That’s what Nikki had called me. For some reason it made me think of pies. Simple Simon met a pie man. That’s how the old nursery rhyme went. Pies made me think of Mrs. Rebecca and Mrs. Rebecca made me think of our last night together again. She’d been on top of me, riding me, when we heard the bedroom door slam shut.
She’d freaked out and had gotten out of bed quickly. She’d thrown my clothes at me and wrapped a sheet around herself. She was rambling, talking about someone being there in her ho
use, but she didn’t seem frightened at all. Yet, she wanted me to go out the window. She didn’t think it would be a good idea if we were seen together.
All this time, I’d imagined she’d left. I’d imagined she’d gone out into the living room to meet whoever was there in her house and that maybe she’d chosen him over me. Maybe she felt guilty about being with me when she really wanted him. It had seemed like she was trying to let me down gently at dinner that night. Maybe it was for another man. Maybe they’d run away together. When I climbed out the window that night, I didn’t realize it was the last time I’d see her.
I was never meant to be with her. Her own son told me that. I suddenly remembered a fight I’d had once with Neal, her son. I’d walked out of his mother’s bedroom and he suddenly attacked me. He punched me in the face and then climbed on top of me and kept punching me.
“She’s my mother!” he’d yelled. “She’s my mother, not your plaything!”
I tried to stop him from punching me but he wouldn’t stop.
“She’s my mother, not yours! She’s not your sex toy!”
At some point, I’d blacked out, and when I came to, Neal was in his bed and Mrs. Rebecca had an ice pack on his head and face. No one ever told me what I did to him but I knew I’d hurt him. He only wanted his mom back. He wanted a normal life without kids passing through and his mom sneaking off to her room with young boys. Then, when Nikki ran away and Ivory chased after her, his whole world exploded. Not only had we taken over his home, but we also completely destroyed it. That house became haunted. It was visited by cops and investigators and TV crews until nothing remained. We’d gutted that house and in the process, had gutted Neal.
Lying there in bed with Jane, it came to me. I knew then that Neal was Simple Simon. We’d created the monster. We’d created Simple Simon.
Chapter 19 – Simple Simon
The day before had been such an eventful day. First, I killed Bruce. Then I went after the old crusty ass biker and killed him too. Having an uneventful day to follow it up with seemed anticlimactic. I couldn’t have such a boring, lackluster day after such an action packed one.
No, fuck that! This will be epic.
Then it wasn’t. I spent the morning masturbating to thoughts of Sally and Ava and Nikki. Then I watched some TV and then I went for breakfast at lunchtime and ate pancakes smothered in blueberry syrup. Everything was too normal. I wondered how Nikki’s recovery was going. She wasn’t still at the hospital. If she were, James would be there too, and he wasn’t. He was back at work already. I knew that because I was standing in the shadows outside of The Motor Quill.
James was inside working on a blonde. I couldn’t see her very well from where I was but he looked to be seriously concentrating. A big guy stood over them, watching. Kevin was in there somewhere but Nikki was not.
Jackpot! She’s alone.
When opportunity presents itself, you have to be smart enough to grab it, and knowing Nikki’s whole circle of friends was at the shop gave me plenty of time to pay her a visit without concern of anyone showing up to fuck up my plans. I was about to leave when I saw James’s new love interest pull into the parking lot and park right in front of the tattoo parlor. I’d seen her before while keeping an eye on my illegitimate brothers and their mundane lives. She was a looker but a bit of a whore. To be honest, I was disappointed in James for pursuing someone so simple. She was a single mom running the streets with gangbangers for God’s sake. He could do so much better than that. If nothing else, he should at least be trying to fuck Nikki.
Valerie was the tramp’s name and she walked into The Motor Quill holding the hand of a little girl, maybe five or six years old. Only a minute or two later, she was on her way out. I was so close I could smell her perfume. She smelled delicious. As she loaded her daughter into the car, the big guy who’d been hovering over the blonde woman came racing out after her. Valerie finished buckling her daughter into her seat and then slammed the rear door, securing the child inside.
“She mine?” the big guy asked.
Valerie didn’t say a word.
“Val, I asked you a goddamn question,” he said. “Is she mine?”
“Yes, Logan,” she replied. “She is.”
And the plot thickens. I wonder if big bad James knows his pal used to fuck his girl. And does he know her daughter is this fella’s? And does the blonde inside…
The rest of Valerie and this Logan guy’s conversation became nothing but static. It was only background noise as I zeroed in on the blonde inside the shop. Through the window, I finally caught a glimpse of her face. Her boyfriend had been in the way every other time. I recognized the angel I saw sitting inside. It was a face I knew well. It was a look I’d imagined sucking my cock on many occasions. It was the back I saw every time I envisioned her riding me reverse cowgirl. It was the ass I often pretended was in place of my fist.
Ava. Ava from the coffee shop in college. Ava whose backseat I rode in while waiting for the perfect chance to slit her throat. Ava with whom I couldn’t possibly part. She still looked unbelievable. Over the years, I’d checked in on her, but to me she was always untouchable. She was the girl I couldn’t kill. So I only watched. Her husband, Jacob, was killed on duty. I knew that much. I even went to his funeral and watched her sob as they played Amazing Grace.
But who is this Logan? Who is this guy and why is he with my Ava?
“Her name is Melody?” Logan asked.
I needed to find out more about the current development, so I listened intently, trying to find something I could use.
“Yes, Melody Susan,” Valerie answered.
“How old is she?” he asked.
“Five. She’ll be six at the end of summer.”
“I want to know her, Valerie.”
“We’re leaving, Logan,” she said. “That’s why we’re here. I’m saying goodbye to Ivory.”
“Leaving?” he asked.
For a moment, and only a moment, I felt bad for this guy. He seemed to truly want to know more about his daughter, and like the slut Valerie was, she didn’t give a shit about the man. If I had to guess, she probably wanted money from him. I was waiting for her to ask the question.
Come on, say it, you bitch. Say it. “If I could only borrow enough money to get out of town.” You know you want to ask him for money.
Imagine my disappointment when she never asked for it.
As I listened to Valerie explain that she was leaving town because she didn’t feel safe in San Francisco anymore, I have to admit I felt a sense of pride. She was afraid of me. That’s why she was leaving. But then she mentioned Kevin and what he’d done to her ex.
She’s afraid of Kevin? Are you fucking kidding me? Kevin? The gentle giant in there? That idiot fucking savant? What do I have to do to get some fucking respect around here?
“You’re not taking my daughter,” Logan told her. “You’re not taking her from me again.”
“Promise you won’t tell Ivory or Kevin?” she said.
Logan nodded.
“I’ll stay. But only a few days until we can work something out, Logan. I still have to leave. But, you’re right, you deserve to know your daughter, and she deserves to know you.”
And you deserve to pay me some fucking money so I can get out of town. Just fucking say it!
She still didn’t say it. But Logan did ask a very important question, a question that gave me a new idea. In fact, if it weren’t for this question, I may have watched Valerie drive off and then headed over to Nikki’s house to do what I’d planned all along. But Logan did ask the question, and it flipped my night upside down. I imagine it wasn’t all that great of a situation for Valerie either.
“My kid in danger?” he asked.
There it was. That was the question. That was the one that made me grin from ear to ear because guess what? She hadn’t been before he asked. Now she was. Valerie and little Melody were in grave danger.
“Is she in danger?” Rotten asked.
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br /> “She better be in danger,” Samuel said. “This is perfect.”
“Will you please make her suck your cock before you kill her? Please?” Hag begged.
“Or maybe we can get pretty little Ava to suck your cock for real this time,” Putrid said.
I ignored them all. Nothing they could say would bring down my buzz. This was the perfect opportunity to make Ava realize that her sweet little life wasn’t perfect. Other than losing her deadbeat husband, her life had been rose petals and daffodils. Here she was with this new Prince Charming. I could almost see him opening car doors for her, pulling out her chair at restaurants, and fucking her in the moonlight. No, she needed to know that even life with Mr. Swinging Dick wasn’t going to be perfect.
We all fall down, sweetheart. We all fall down.
“Not at the moment,” Valerie replied. “That’s why I need to leave before she is.”
Too late. Too fucking late!
Like a reporter taking notes for an important cover story, I squatted down and focused on every single word from here on out. Valerie had an apartment over by the Java Beach Café. That’s what she told him. In fact, she went even further in her description. She lived in the first building after the café on Judah Street, apartment 3160.
Perfect.
They said their goodbyes and Valerie left. I followed her. I knew the perfect moment to strike would be before she ever reached her apartment. I couldn’t wreck her car because that would cause too much unwanted attention, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make her disappear long before anyone ever saw her again. But I had to do this right. I was missing a very special treat, one that was becoming the Simple Simon trademark. As I followed Valerie home, I stopped quickly at a mini mart and bought a dozen eggs. I’d almost forgotten to remove my black mask before entering. That could have been devastating.
This just in. Simple Simon busted while trying to rob a convenience store.
Of course I wasn’t planning to rob anyone. I wasn’t planning to steal the eggs. I would pay for them. Stealing was beneath me. I was a professional killer now. But walking into a convenience store in a black mask could make people jump to conclusions. That’s all I’m saying.