"What's the holdup, Jefecita?" Elena has stretched herself across the bed, a brown-skinned Rubens with curves molded for the gods. “Strip and bring your fine ass over here.”
I tear off my shirt and drop my pants and underwear to the floor, stalking toward the bed with only one thought in mind. I want to fuck Elena so hard she forgets everything outside this room and every word except for my name.
Friday, 06-18-65 18:58:52
ELENA IS A FURNACE beneath my palms. Her flesh glows wherever my hands touch. The air in the room is sweltering, but the sweat rolling down my back has nothing to do with it. My damp temples, my heavy breathing, the ache in my core—it’s all because of her. All for Elena, who’s lying beneath me with an obnoxiously smug look on her face. Only it’s not obnoxious, not anymore. Somewhere along the way, it became endearing.
“Put your dick in,” she says, stroking one of my biceps.
My muscles tense under her fingertips. She’s touching the arm connected to the hand that’s holding my cock, sending little zips of lightning along the pathway. “In me, or in you?”
Elena huffs, sitting up to tug my lower lip with her teeth. “Both. Shit, you’re annoying.”
I grab the back of her neck and pulling her into a real kiss. It’s hot and wet and hungry, and it still tastes like her. “That’s what I thought the first minute we met,” I tell her when we break apart.
“Fuck you.”
“Trying.”
I push Elena onto her back and kneel between her legs. I’m already dripping from getting her off, so the shorter end of the shaft eases inside me with a few pushes. There’s a jolt as the sensation transmitter fits over my clit, then a fuzziness I can only call relief. It feels good to have my cock in. Feels right.
Elena’s eyes are already locked onto it. Her tongue peeks out to tease her lips, like she’s considering exactly what she wants me to do to her. I don’t give her the chance to decide. My hands fly to her hips like magnets, like they were meant to be there. I nudge her legs apart with mine and stretch out on top of her, pressing into her stomach.
“Nuh-uh.” Elena strokes my braids, flicking her tongue between my lips for a fraction of a second. “Not how I want it.”
As much as I like to top I’m discovering that I’m a pushover when it comes to her. “Then how do you want it?”
Elena taps my shoulder, urging me to lift a few inches. She rolls onto her front beneath me, sweeping her hair away from the nape of her neck. “Come on, Jefecita. Show me how well you hit it from behind.”
I can’t stifle my groan. “Depends.” I mouth her neck, sliding my lips down the top of her spine. “How much can you take?”
She tenses, then whimpers as I suck a spot behind her shoulder blade. “Dáme duro.”
Hard. Fuck. If Elena wants hard, she’ll get my hardest. I hitch her up by the waist, spreading her thighs with my knees. While my teeth seek out sensitive spots along her spine, I rock my pelvis into her rear. Elena has the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. Warm, firm, filling my hands with more to spare. My fingers leave pressure lines in her yielding flesh, and she tenses beneath me.
“Don’t tease,” she says, casting a half-lidded look over her shoulder. Her eyes are dark, glittering jewels, like the smoky edges of the sunset on the beach I dream about. “Take me.”
Take. I know Elena means fuck, but there’s a difference. A difference that matters. Take implies ownership, or maybe…maybe a gift? It’s too soon for love-pledges. I don’t know when I’ll be ready to share that much of myself again. But Elena’s offering me her body and her trust now, in this moment, and I yearn to take them and hold them close. I stroke my hands down her thighs and suck the base of her neck as I line myself up.
I don’t make her wait for it. As soon as the head of my cock catches her entrance, I push forward. My whole world centers between my legs. Elena’s all trembling smoothness—so warm, so wet, so ready. Her body blossoms open, soft petals parting to drink in the sun. For me. For tonight, all mine. I latch my teeth onto her shoulder and slide home.
My first stroke is gentle, just to make sure. It’s not what Elena wants, and her whines tell me so. Her hips roll back into mine, seeking more of me, and I am consumed: with lust, with desire, with feelings I’m too afraid to name. I rut into her, hilting every inch until I’m wrapped in rippling heat.
“Shit,” we say at the same time—me at her tightness, her at the fullness. We both laugh, then suck in a breath.
“Hard,” she reminds me, rocking one more time.
I wrap my hands around her thighs and start a rhythm. There’s hardly any friction. Elena’s slickness spills all over me, running between us. Her walls grasp tighter with each thrust, trying to pull me deep and keep me there. One stubborn, gleaming inch at the bottom of my cock won’t fit, but I keep trying to bury it anyway.
Watching her shining red lips stretch to take me is wonderful in a way I can’t describe. I’m fascinated by the serpentine curve of her spine and the twin dimples at its base, shimmering with twin pools of sweat. I commit each detail to memory: the way the cheap lighting filters onto Elena’s skin, the shifting of padded fat over straining muscle, the wild way her hair streams across the pillow as she bites down on the fabric. Her sobs are hooks in my heart. They draw out words I didn’t know lived inside me.
“You’re beautiful, Elena…”
Elena lifts her head, and the look she gives me makes me twitch inside her. “Sasha—”
Shit. Too soon. Need to recover. Elena’s sensitive enough to notice. I lean over, plastering my breasts to her back and picking up speed. “Fuck,” I pant, pistoning in and out, “so fucking tight—”
Elena’s kind enough to roll with it. “Tightest pussy you’ve ever fucked?” She clenches down on purpose, and my hips stutter. I don’t answer out loud. I slam my hips, driving into her like an animal, but this is the most human I’ve felt since I found out who—and what—I am.
The fullness in my cock is overwhelming. Each shiver of Elena’s muscles makes white sunspots flash behind my eyes. Everything I am is about to burst straight out of me, soul included. But I won’t come until she does, at least one more time. None of the other Sashas have ever left a lady unsatisfied, and I’m not about to throw that legacy away. Especially not now, when I’m wrapped up safe in someone who cares.
It’s because Elena cares that I grab her hair, shove her face into the pillow, and drill into her with all my strength. It only takes one more thrust and an extra jerk of my hips to rub the base of my cock against her clit. Elena’s body locks up, then starts to tremble. Her walls pull impossibly tight, rippling almost frantically, and another wave of warmth gushes out around me to run down our sticky thighs.
Once I’ve opened the floodgates, Elena starts screaming into the pillow, making muffled yelps with each contraction. Her noises aren’t even close to words, but I pretend they’re my name anyway. Some lonely, longing part of me needs for them to be my name.
Feeling Elena flutter around me is unbearable. My body’s balanced on the razor’s edge, and if I’m being honest, my heart’s up on the chopping block too. I need to come, but I’m scared about what that will mean. This isn’t like any of the other times, even my first time with Elena in the Hole. Elena’s different now. I’m different. The unnamed thing between us is different.
My ears throb with the rush of blood, my vision blurs, and my limbs shake with the strain of indecision. The heavy thud of my heart is enough to make me dizzy. I lower my head, burying my face in the soft strands of Elena’s hair and inhaling deeply. Strawberries. This is Elena. It’s okay.
I freeze in the middle of pulling back for another thrust, pushing all the way forward instead. Elena welcomes me in, until my head meets resistance and her entrance clings to the very bottom of my shaft. I’m safe here, buried deep inside her. I don’t make a sound, just release a shuddering breath into her neck. My hips give a final, involuntary twitch, and the throbbing pressure within me releases.
I flood Elena with everything I have. My heartbeat pounds through me and into her.
She pulls her face away from the pillow to gasp, “That’s it, Jefecita. Fill your girl up right.”
My girl? My girl. I pump the rest inside her with short jerks, grasping both thighs to keep her ass tucked tight into the cradle of my pelvis. I want her to have all of me, keep all of me. Elena’s muscles start quivering again, and I release a quiet whimper into the nape of her neck. She’s coming a fourth time. Coming with me.
Elena’s pulses pull more out of me than I’d thought possible. I’m a fountain overflowing, a rain-swollen river spilling over its banks, so caught in the current that I collapse and pin her flat on her stomach. Even after I’ve emptied everything I have, she keeps squeezing, torturing me with the soft eddies of her aftershocks until I’m oversensitive.
Only afterward do I have the presence of mind to stroke Elena’s hair away from the damp hollows of her throat, to kiss and nibble until her bronze, sweat-sheened shoulder is blotted with uneven patches of purple. She’s breathing hard, little panting whines that vibrate beneath me. We lie there without speaking, connected by something more than our bodies—something that’s new and fragile, but remains wrapped around us nonetheless.
At last, Elena gives a subtle shift of her hips. I take the hint and pull out, rolling off her back and onto my own so I can take the toy out. Elena’s let me stay inside her for several minutes already, and she probably needs some breathing room, but I can’t help feeling a slight sense of loss until she turns to face me and strokes my cheek.
“Holy fuck. Don’t get a big head about it, but I’ve never had it that good.”
A smile stretches across my face. “Yeah? Me neither.”
Elena looks surprised, but undeniably pleased. “Well, technically, this body’s never had it from anyone but me.”
I snort. “You’re not seriously suggesting you took my virginity that other time.”
“I’m just saying...”
My laughter slips out, more relieved than I expect it to be.
“What? It was a joke. I don’t really think—”
“No…” I take a breath to calm down. “No, it’s not that. It’s…is it stupid to be happy that Megan’s never touched this body? Even on a technicality?”
Elena’s grin fades. “No. Not stupid at all…so, you think I’m beautiful?”
“Of course. Did you mean it when you said you were…” I swallow. “When you said you were considering Barbados?”
Elena scoots closer, winding her arm around my waist and resting her forehead close to mine. “Yeah. Once we get through this, I’ll come.”
“Yeah you will.”
“You’re an ass.”
We stay like that for a long time, our cheeks sharing the same pillow, until Elena’s breathing evens out against my chin and my heart slows to a calm, steady thump to match hers. That’s when I see a steady blink from the terminal on the other side of the room. I squint, burying my face a little further into Elena’s hair.
“Did you leave that on? Thought it was in sleep mode.”
Elena groans and throws her forearm over her eyes. “Not me. Turn it off. Light burns.”
I untangle myself from Elena’s embrace and shuffle over to the terminal, scratching the side of my head on the way. It’s all I can do to stifle a yawn as I fumble along the haptic interface in search of the off button.
“Don’t shut the terminal down,” a familiar voice says, “unless your backup girlfriend wants her baby brother’s brains all over the floor.”
Friday, 06-18-65 20:07:24
I’M AWAKE IN AN instant. I activate the screen, and my heart freezes. I’m not surprised to see Megan’s face, but the sight hits like a punch to the gut anyway. “What the fuck,” I snarl, reaching for my scattered clothes. I do my best to tug them on without looking, never breaking eye contact with the screen.
Megan doesn’t seem to care that I’m scrambling to get dressed. She’s got the same superior look as always, a slight curling pout to her lips, pretty but empty blue eyes that send a chill right through me. “Let’s get down to business. I have Jacobo, and I’m not giving him back until you give me Val’s keys.”
The image shifts angles, panning slightly to the left. There’s Jacobo, sitting in a chair, hands and feet tied with a blindfold around his head. He’s wearing the same dirty, oversized clothes I last saw him in.
A loud roar of rage fills the room. Elena leaps out of bed behind me, stalking over to the terminal. She’s got the sheets wrapped around her and her brown eyes glow like burning coals. “¡Pinche puta cabrona pendeja! ¡Te voy a matar, puta!”
“English,” Megan says placidly, not at all startled by the outburst.
“¡Hoy no tengo los huevos para tus faroles! Tell me where the fuck he is right now or I swear to Christ I’ll shove my fist down your fucking throat and punch your worthless excuse for a shriveled-up heart out through your fucking bleached blonde asshole so I can crush it under my fucking boot.”
Jacobo hears Elena’s voice, lifting his head as far as the ropes will let him. “¿Elena, eres tu?”
“Soy yo, conejito. Ya voy—” She bares her teeth at Megan. “Where is he?”
“Enough shouting,” Megan says, pressing her lips together in a subtle gesture of annoyance. “I’m sending coordinates. Be there in one hour with both keys. I'll know if they aren't on location. And don’t bother showing up unless you’re ready to deal. If you leave now, you’ll make it right on time for the handoff.”
The door to the bedroom bursts open. Rock, Cherry, Rami, and Doc come barreling in, but they stop short when they see Megan’s face on the terminal.
“What the shit?”
“What’s that bitch doing here?”
“Oh no.”
Megan barely flicks her eyes in their direction. “One hour. Bring the keys. Hope you don’t run into traffic.” The connection cuts out, leaving a string of flashing red coordinates on the screen instead.
Elena flies over to her bag in the corner and grabs her LightningBolt. She’s halfway out the door before Cherry catches her shoulder. “Clothes, chaparrita.”
“No fucking time,” Elena snarls, yanking her arm away.
“Get dressed,” I tell her. “You’re benched for this one, Elena. You’re too close to this.”
I look at the rest of the crew for confirmation. They all stare back with grim resolve. We all know it’s a trap. We don’t have a plan, and there’s no time to come up with one. But we also know we can’t stay here. Elena’s one of us now. That means Jacobo is ours too.
“The hell I am.” Elena storms over to me, hair wild and eyes wilder, aiming the LightningBolt directly at my chest. “Just try and fucking stop me.”
I grit my teeth. We don’t have time for this. I turn away from Elena and grab my rifle from my bag, popping in a fresh magazine. “We’re moving out.”
The rest of the crew falls in line. We head out into the hallway and down to the shuttle in total silence. When we arrive on the bottom floor of the safe house, Jento is nowhere to be seen. Several of his hulking guards, however, have remained behind. We see them before they see us, but only because Rami stops Elena from charging forward without looking.
They’re gearing up in the room where we first saw Jento playing cards, popping fresh mags into their weapons from the sound of things. I have a pretty good idea who those mags are for, and why. I doubt Megan snuck in here to snatch Jacobo on her own, which means Jento’s probably a sellout, and these guys are here to take care of us.
According to my VIS-R, there are only five guards, which is almost a little offensive. I figured Jento would leave more than that, but whatever. At least I get to shoot somebody, since the traitorous bastard’s not here. I hold up three fingers to the rest of the crew, counting down silently.
The guards aim their weapons when we come around the corner, but we’re too fast for them. Rock punches the quickest draw straight into a wall befo
re he can fire, and that stuns the others long enough for us to hold them at gunpoint. The nearest guard’s eyes widen with fear as Elena stomps toward him, still draped in the bedsheet.
“Jento sold us out, didn’t he?” she snarls, jabbing her pistol into his stomach. “Admit it! Megan couldn’t have slipped in here unless he let her.”
“I don’t know who the fuck Megan is,” the guard protests. He’s got a foot and a half on Elena, but he seems terrified and I don’t blame him. Elena looks ready to blast a hole through him.
“The bitch your asshole boss gave my brother to. I know he did it.”
“Fine,” the guard said. “Look, all I know is, Jento called the kid downstairs and put him in a shuttle with some of his guys. Then he bolted, and told us to shoot you.”
I scoff in disgust. “You got played, idiot. Jento left you here to die. Only five guys? He just used you to buy him another minute or two.”
“Which safe house did he run to?” Elena asks, her finger twitching on the trigger. When the guard doesn’t answer immediately, she raises her voice to a shout. “Which one?”
“I don’t know! I swear I don’t—”
Elena fires her LightningBolt into his gut. A look of shock and pain crosses the guard’s face, and I follow up with a round to his head. He collapses, spilling a fountain of blood onto the floor.
“No time to question him anyway,” she says. “If he won’t talk with a gun on him, he doesn’t know, or won’t break fast enough.” Elena’s still full of rage, I can tell, but she’ll do whatever’s necessary to save Jacobo first. “Get the fuck out of here,” she says to the rest of the guards, brandishing her pistol. “And if you ever see Jento again, tell him he’s a fucking dead man.”
The guards apparently decide that dealing with our crew isn’t worth a fight, especially for an employer who’s cut and run. They hightail it out of the room without protest.
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