by Olivia Fox
“Then why is your voice funny?” She raised a finger to her bottom lip, and it did insane things to my insides.
“If I were annoyed, I’d do this.” I sat alongside her and leaned over to twist her nipple in my fingers.
“Ah! What’s that for?” she asked.
“Just needed to know if they’d get any harder. Turns out, the answer is yes.”
Her glare faded as I continued to stare at her. “You never answered my question earlier,” she said.
“What question?”
“Do you want to see what I do when you’re not around? When I’m all alone and thinking of you? After you’ve dropped me off from school and Mama’s sleeping downstairs, passed out, and Maggie’s off with some boy.”
“Do you want to show me?”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded at me, sliding her hand between my legs and my cock leaked its pre-cum approval.
“Go ahead. I need to see it.” The panties were at the foot of the bed, and I handed them to Daphne. “Here. Put these on first.”
She slid them on for me and lifted her skirt up to reveal a small wet spot on her cotton undies. I held my breath as she shoved her hand in the panties so she’d have just enough room to stroke herself while I watched.
I stripped to my boxers and lay on my belly between her legs, propping myself up on my elbows so I had the perfect pussy vista point. “Show me how you do it.”
Her eyes wide open, she asked, “Do I have to?”
“Yes. You have to because you called me up to your room when you were naked. You have to because you need to learn once and for all it’s not okay to tease men with your body. Now.” I dragged her fingers to the top of her clit and let go. “Show me.”
Motionless, she looked into my eyes. I silently counted to twenty in time to the rise and fall of her chest. Blowing a gust of air past her lips, she said, “Fine. I’ll do it.”
“Good girl.”
She shoved her head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling as if cataloging and re-cataloging every book in the reference library.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“There’s something I always think about when I do it.”
“You can tell me,” I encouraged.
“It doesn’t make sense to fantasize when the real thing is right here in front of me.” She scowled, and I found it adorable.
I slid up to her side, laying my head on the pillow next to her. “How can I help?”
“I’ve never done it before with another boy.”
“You mean from class?” I was enjoying this role play of ours, virgin Daphne versus older man Tony, and was all in.
She nodded, and my muscles went weak. The thought of one of those pimply punks touching her made me sick.
“I read a story about a woman masturbating, and her partner caught her. He climbed up on top of her and put himself in her mouth. The image always gets me so excited.”
“Is that what you think about when you touch yourself?”
“Yes, you doing it to me. Every single time.”
“Let me see those fingers on your clit, baby. Do it and I’ll show you how to please me with your hands. And your tongue.” Her hand slid downward, past the skirt, and my mouth went dry when she rubbed herself. Embarrassed, but too turned on to care.
“It looks a little lonely,” I told her, and slid down to her pussy for a closer view, right above her clit, kissing her there. “Mm, I knew it, you smell and taste so good.” I resumed nibbling, sucking, and licking until her arms and legs started making snow angels on the comforter.
“Show me again.” I snatched her wrist from above and dragged it to her pussy.
This time her movements were a little faster, rough even. “You’re chasing your orgasm, aren’t you? Almost there. But there’s something you need to do first.” I said and got off the bed, standing over her. She was panting, licking her lips, ready for release.
“Take them off.”
She looked at me quizzically.
“My boxers. Off.”
She crept towards me on her knees, the skirt hiding her little cunt again.
She bit her lower lip, staring up at me to see if she was doing it right, and slid my last garment to the floor.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say this was the first dick Daphne laid eyes on. She latched on to the sight of mine with her gaze as if it were a live boa constrictor in the bedroom.
“Is this the only occasion you’ve seen a man naked?” I asked, rolling with our role play.
She nodded.
“What do you think?”
“It’s a lot bigger than I expected.”
“Touch it. It’s hard and soft at the same time.”
She traced my erection with the tips of her fingers and then did something that unmanned me. She bent over and tenderly kissed the very top of my dick, lifted her gaze to mine, and did it again while staring straight at me.
“See? Not so bad.” I smiled. This girl fucking delighted me.
She grinned and licked her way down and around the tip of me, taking what seemed like hours to suck it into her hot, wet hole.
Fuck.
She’d never had my cock in her mouth until now.
It was so inappropriate. So warm and addictive. I needed more.
“Enough.” I stifled a hungry groan. “Enough of younger Daphne, older Antonio. I want what’s right here in front of me.” I picked up a pillow and tossed it to the floor. “Down there, on your knees.”
“Yes, Sir.” She climbed off the bed and got onto the cushion. “Like this?”
“Very good. You’re going to use that fuckable mouth of yours to make me come, and while you do, don’t you dare take your fingers off your pussy. I’ll even let you fondle it with both hands if you like.”
None too gently, I gripped her chin and pried her mouth open. I needn’t have bothered. She had no gag reflex, and every time I held her in place, shoving my cock to the back of her throat, she rubbed herself harder and faster.
If I allowed her to go much longer, she was going to make herself come. “You like my dick in your mouth, baby?”
Garbled noises rose to my ears.
“What’d you say?”
She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me, panting. “I love you ordering me to take it all. Forcing me.”
“Me too, but I gotta fuck you.”
I tossed the pillow back on the bed, making a stack of rectangular cushions, four high. “Put your stomach here.” I patted the center of the pile, and Daphne obeyed. Her sweet ass shoved up at my face and her pussy flashing at me from between her legs.
My plan to dive into her honeyed heat from behind gave me an idea.
“Relax baby, I’ll fill up both your holes before I come in you.” One hand pinning her down at the small of her back, I reached over for the lube and her new toy. “Hold your asshole open for me.”
“I can’t, that’s so embarrassing.”
“I wasn’t asking. Do it.”
“Ugh. Yes, Sir!” Daphne spread her cheeks for me, and it was hard not to plunge into her virgin hole right there and then. I greased her up and slowly shoved in the plug. It was slow going since she was so tight.
“There you go. All done. Shove your ass up towards the ceiling, so I can fuck you deep.” I told her.
She opened her legs to receive me, and I got into position behind her. One swipe of my fingers informed me she was wet and ready.
“Please, Tony.” She bobbed her hips up and down, and I clamped my hands around her waist. Her pink opening flashed at me.
I pushed myself into the heated core of her body and the pleasure rumbled in my chest. “Daphne. God.”
We gasped, moaned, and writhed. She was at the proper angle, her cunt positioned in the perfect place for my cock to fuck into her like a key turning a lock. “Is this was you needed?” I asked as I snapped my hips at her. “Did my baby need a hard fucking to learn how to behave?” Grabbing her plug, I
twisted and tugged it while shoving my dick into her so her sensation spiraled.
“I wish you could see yourself impaled on me and your toy,” I growled.
Her tormented groan begged me to continue. “You’re all filled up, aren’t you? Getting good and fucked by this throbbing cock.” I gave her backside a playful smack when she wiggled her bottom for more.
For more leverage, I took my palm off the plug and braced myself, placing one hand on each of her ass cheeks and pushed her into the bed as I pressed myself into her. “That’s it, nice and deep.” I plunged into her gripping pussy and fought the sensation, struggling to hold on.
Our tempo was frantic so the sound of sweat-slick skin slapping together filled the room, and her Grade A ass jiggled beneath me with every thrust. The sights, her sounds, and the goddamned feel of her around me, milking my cock, almost made me spill into her. “Daphne,” I gritted through my teeth. “I’m close.”
“Oh, Sir. I’ll come with you. I’ve been trying to hold back but I can’t much longer.” Her feminine mewl struck home. No woman had ever felt so good.
She’d always been perfect for me.
Her body gave a telltale jerk beneath me, and I clasped her hips, pulling her hard onto my last thrust, my pulsing dick gushing into her, jerking and throbbing its endless release, hell-bent on getting her pregnant.
Afterward, I leaned back against the headboard and said, “There’s something I’ve got to know.”
“Ask me.” Her dimple appeared on her right cheek when she grinned.
“Why do you love sucking my cock so much?”
She stretched beside me and lay her head on my chest. “It feels so good in my mouth.” She took a deep, satisfied breath. “And another reason too.”
“What is it, baby girl?” I asked.
She tilted her head back to look at me, “You’re a big, strong gangster and I can bring you to your knees just by doing it to you.”
I pulled her more tightly to my side. “Yes. You can.”
She played with the hair on my chest and said, “It was great back then, our semi-innocent friendship. But I like it a lot better now that it’s legal for you to touch me.”
“Me too, Daphne.” I kissed the crown of her head and inhaled her scent. “Me too,” I murmured, vowing not to sleep a wink so I could smell her all night long while I breathed.
13
Daphne
“Why do I have to stay behind?” I clunked my heavy porcelain coffee cup down on the diner countertop.
“I need you to do the research I listed out for you. It’s essential.” He blew across the surface of his coffee. “Besides, all I’m doing is meeting Octavio about his contact in Mexico. Nothing exciting.”
“Alright. I’ll find your maps. We’ll meet up after.”
He gave me a sharp nod. “Exactly,” he said, conversation over.
The server checked in. “Could I get some more coffee, please?” I asked her.
“Sure thing, doll.”
While I waited, I took a toothpick out of the small bottle on the table and peeled off its paper while pondering my next move. No way he was going to face a Cartel member alone.
I’d catch the fifteen-minute ferry to the dock at San Diego. It was close enough to the Bayside hotel where Tony said he’d meet with Octavio.
At least that was the general idea.
I didn’t plan on gunfire being involved.
As soon as he left, I called a car to pick me up and take me to the transport station. I’d allotted ten minutes from the house to the ferryboat, another fifteen to San Diego, and ten to find Tony and his friend. Traffic and drive time on the freeway might mean I beat him there.
As for when I got there… still a bit of a mystery. I hoped to locate a spot close enough to overhear the conversation between the two men. But if I couldn’t, my primary aim was to monitor Tony.
Oh sure, he was a big tough guy, but so were the dudes we were dealing with, I thought, gripping the plastic siding of the ferry, leaning my head into the wind, and feeling the spray sprinkle my face and hair.
Debarking was no problem. The dockmaster pointed me towards the hotel I was looking for.
I didn’t make it there.
From the harbor, I saw Tony sprinting, chased by two thugs with pistols in their hands. My feet took off in a sudden burst of speed and I hopped the gate to the side where the boats docked, heart slamming in my chest.
I ducked down and loped down the dock, searching for something the right size. “Come on, come on, come on,” I whispered.
Perfect.
A modest cabin cruiser I could handle, no problem. The keys were in the ignition. “That’ll do,” I reassured myself, looking over my shoulder.
I spotted Tony sprinting on a less populated stretch of the dock.
Driving up beneath him, I wolf-whistled. “Going my way?”
“Daphne!” He skidded to a halt and clenched his fists—not a good sign. I trawled forward to a huge ladder which hung at his feet and reached the water below.
“Did you know it’s possible to get a Captain’s license while pursuing a degree in library science? You can thank federal student aid for your rescue today, bought and paid for by the U.S. Government.”
“Daphne, you need to leave. Now!”
“Are you shouting at me? What are you yelling at me for? I’m saving your ass!”
“These are dangerous men! Sinaloa.”
“Not your friend Octavio?”
“That’s who I came to meet. Instead, these assassins were lying in wait.”
The thugs appeared a block away. I raised a hand and pointed to them. “You mean those assassins?”
Before he could answer, the sound of a bullet pierced the air. Tony flipped like an acrobat, sliding down the rope ladder with only his hands, faster than seemed possible.
His two feet hit the floor of the boat, and I took off.
“Go, go, go, go, go!” Tony shouted. I looked back, and the men aimed their pistols at us, but the little vessel drove off like a shot, out of range of their bullets.
“We can call the Coast Guard with the location of their boat,” I said after parking the stolen cruiser at Coronado and debarking.
“The owners will appreciate it,” he replied dryly.
“Aren’t you glad I followed you?”
“No, I’d have handled it. You put yourself in danger.” He lowered his mouth to my ear. “Don’t think there won’t be punishment for disobeying my orders.”
I shrugged off his threat. “I’m starving.” But couldn’t ignore the moth wings flitting in my stomach.
“What are you in the mood for?”
“I read a review for the best sushi place in town, it sounds amazing,” I said.
“You want raw fish?”
“No, that’s okay. I know you hate it.”
He surprised me by saying, “But I need you to be happy. I’ll do whatever it takes. Even go to a sushi spot.”
I bounced on my toes. “Anything?”
“Try me.” He tipped up my chin and lowered his mouth to mine, gliding across my lips until it felt like I’d lose my balance.
Tony brushed the hair out of my eyes and said, “Octavio texted me to apologize for missing our meeting. He spotted the Sinaloans and left.” He lowered his voice and leaned towards me, “She’s alive.”
I fisted his t-shirt in my hands. “Tony?” Our breaths mingled in an intimate exchange.
“She’s okay, Daphne. Maggie’s alive.”
14
Antonio
We’d never work.
She’d drive me mad chasing after me, getting in the middle of everything, because in my profession it meant being in the heart of danger. Her curiosity always got the best of her, meaning it would be impossible to keep her safe.
I whipped into valet parking, tossed the attendant my keys, and grabbed her hand. She skipped up the stairs to the VIP area where all the restaurant tables had a bay view.
An ass like hers warranted the finest things in life, and I was lucky to be able to give it to her.
But she deserved someone better.
Which is why I let her go the first time. Despite her hints at staying in Briarville to be my girl. No way was I holding her back from realizing her potential. I’d never forgive myself.
Then she came back anyway.
I kept my distance. Almost immediately, she wound up in a jam.
My little wren, chasing dreams but constantly flying into the bramble.
The server brought hot sake, and I poured a small drink for Daphne as the sun cast a mellow golden glow across her shoulders.
“Cheers,” she said.
“Cheers.” I tossed the fiery liquid back and let the intoxicating spin of the alcohol swirl through my body. The cup clacked as I set it down on the black lacquered table. “When did you last speak to Maggie?” I watched her for signs of anything she wasn’t telling me. I needed to know if she withheld information from me. It wouldn’t be the first time Daphne lied for her sister, and I’d hoped when she left for college, she’d break the habit.
No such luck.
I grabbed her hand and squeezed to get her attention. “Are you aware Maggie is seeing Maximilio Perez? An Underboss within the Sinaloa Cartel?”
Reading people had saved my life more than once, and there was no way she was lying to me now. She had a dazed expression in her eyes and was shaking her head, “You mean… ‘seeing’ as in…”
“Yes. As in… dating, an item, whatever you want to call it,” I said.
“Why would she do such a thing? I thought she was investigating their local cell because of the increase in meth deaths.” Her fingers traced her parted lips.
“It started out that way, the operation soon went undercover, if you know what I mean. As in under the covers.” I poured more sake for us both.
“Yes, Tony. I get it.” She blew steam off the top of her cup, “This complicates matters a little.”
“You’re right.” I tapped one of my chopsticks against the water glass. “She’s never done things the easy way, your sister.” I closed my eyes and pressed my finger pads to the sockets.
