by V J Lee
Tears streamed freely down both of Trevor’s cheeks, and he began to sob. Great heaves escaped his chest, as he felt his heart shatter into a million little pieces. Everything Rissa had said in that damn video came to vivid clarity in his mind. She was dying, and it was because of the baby inside her. Their baby.
Whipping his head around, he saw her standing with her .380 pointed at him. “Damn it, Trevor! I could have shot you …” She noticed his tears and rushed to him. “What’s the matter? Are you okay?” When the tears and snot just continued to pour down his face, she used the bottom of the T-shirt she wore to wipe his face. “Oh, God … is it, Jacob? I’ll get dressed. Where is he? Did they get him? Is he sick?”
He could only shake his head.
“Breathe, Trev. In with the good air, out with the bad.”
When he just continued with the girly shit, she doubled up her fist and punched him in the jaw with everything she had. In her weakened state, it wasn’t much, but it was enough to pull him out of his wussy-ness.
“Ow! Why the fuck did you do that?”
“Oh, don’t be such a baby. You’ve been hit harder.”
“You didn’t have to punch me,” he said rubbing his jaw.
“I didn’t have to, but I really wanted to … so I did. And it felt really good. If you want to start bawling again, I’ll let you. Just let me get my pimp hand back into fighting shape,” she said, shaking out the hand that she had just punched him with.
Plopping down next to him, she asked, “So what’s with the waterworks … and what in the holy hell are you doing here?”
He felt like a pussy, having her find him crying. He pulled himself together and turned on the couch so he was looking at her, really seeing her for the first time in months.
“I watched the video you made.” He put his hand up to her to make her keep quiet. “I figured if you didn’t want me to see it, you would have changed your password so it would not reflect your favorite things.”
“Duly noted. Change password to ‘Trevor Sucks Dingleberries.’ Got it.”
“I still think you must have wanted me to see it.”
“We have the best hackers in the world working for us. If you wanted in, you could get in. You were going to see it soon, anyway.”
That cold feeling sucker punched him right in the gut, leaving him totally breathless.
Once the feeling in his body came back, he said, “I want to know everything. No, I need to know everything.”
Rissa put her head on the back of the couch like she was exhausted. “I need to take a shower and brush my teeth. Why don’t you come back later?”
“You go do what you need to do. I’ll get you a cup of tea and some soup. Then you can plant your ass on this couch and talk to me about. All of it.”
With her head still on the back of the couch, she turned slightly to look at him. “Trevor, I don’t know if I’m ready to tell you all of it. Parts, maybe?”
“I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me.”
“Trevor, I’ll talk to you. Nothing more, nothing less.”
He meant what he said—he would take anything she was willing to give. He knew that we all, well, all humans anyway, only have a finite amount of time on earth, but seeing that video made reality come crashing down around him like an avalanche. Rissa’s time here was coming to an end. It shattered him.
He had treated her so poorly these last few months. Asshole was the least of what he was.
As she padded off to get cleaned up, he went into the kitchen to put the teapot on the stove, knowing that she hated her water heated up in the microwave. She said it made it taste funny. He put a pan on the other burner and dumped a can of Campbell’s Chicken and Stars into it with a can of water. He filled a glass with ginger ale, then leaned against the counter and waited for the teapot to whistle. He couldn’t help, but think of the last time he was in this kitchen … having sex with Rissa, right here on this very counter. It took him a minute to realize he was lovingly stroking the countertop, like a lovesick puppy.
Rissa emerged from the bathroom in a steamy mist. The smell of jasmine flowers and sweet almonds found its way to his nose. The scent was uniquely Rissa, making him wonder how much longer he would have to take in her special fragrance.
Flopping down on the couch with a grunt, it seemed that the shower had taken the wind out of her sails. She put her feet up on the coffee table, and her head went back against the couch. She had on a pair of old gray sweat pants and a ratty white T-shirt, and even with her pale face, sunken eyes and hollow cheekbones, she was stunning. Death himself, couldn’t steal her beauty away.
He brought her the soup, tea and ginger ale, and waited while she finished, but as soon as she had, he pounced.
“Now talk,” he said with more heat than he intended.
“Where do you want me to start?”
“I would say the beginning, but I want to know about your current condition.”
“Well, I’m pregnant. Congratulations. You’re going to be a dad again.” She forced a smile that was obviously fake.
“That much I got from the video. Why is this baby killing you? And how did you keep it through your ordeal?”
“We should address the details surrounding Jacob. Don’t you wonder how that happened?”
“I have to say, my mind was blown in court. How the hell can Jacob be our son? I didn’t even think he was mine, let alone yours … ours.”
“Do you remember the first time we were together?”
Of course he did. It was quite possibly the single best day of his life. He sat back up against the couch, reliving the moments like they were yesterday.
* * *
The night team had just taken out a group of Dark Aliens, who had been sucking the life’s energy out of humans. The agents involved had gone to a local bar to celebrate their victory over the forces of evil. Dealing with both Light and Dark Aliens always left everyone involved hornier than teenage boys, and Trevor was not immune to the effects.
Rissa had looked amazing, as she always did, but something about her this evening magnetized his attraction—possibly the alcohol, or the way he had just observed her badassery in the field with the Dark Ones. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore very little makeup, but he remembered that there was the cutest little black smudge on her cheek. Her hazel eyes lit up as she talked with animation about how they had joined forces with the Light Aliens to overpower the Dark sons-a-bitches. She loved the thrill of the job. She was always so happy and bright after successful missions.
Petra had just walked out on him—for the umpteenth time—but this time, it was different. He and Rissa had practically grown up together; they went through their formative years as recruits to the teen program at the Agency. But lately, he had noticed how much she affected him. He had been thinking about her a lot more than usual, often in a very non-platonic fashion. Their sexual energy was certainly nothing new, but recently, it was off the charts. Petra’s abrupt (albeit unsurprising) exit from Trevor’s life had left his heart wide open for romantic buds to bloom.
Rissa was explaining to the group that she had been on one side of the warehouse, whereas he was on the other, when three Dark Aliens had singled her out and teamed up against her, pressing her into the cold metal siding by the throat. Before they were able to tear her limbs from her body, Trevor ran to her rescue as quick as lightning, pulling them off of her and ultimately saving her bacon. He had heard her tell the other agents stories about him before, but this time, there was a different tone to her voice. It sounded a lot like admiration.
She turned to him, eyes gleaming, smile beaming—and he couldn’t resist her any longer. He waited until his fellow agents were distracted with other conversations, then stood from his barstool, set his longneck bottle on the bar top, and leaned into her to place his hand on her cheek, wiping the black smudge clean with his thumb.
Her eyes closed for a moment, then blinked open. With her chin still ti
lted downward, she looked up at him with desire and wrapped her hand around his wrist, bringing his thumb from her cheekbone to her lips. She licked and kissed the tip of his finger, then sucked it into her mouth, never breaking her lustful gaze. She stood and brought her hips forward to press against his upper leg, then brought her lips to his ear to whisper.
“I want to take you home. I want to fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming my name and you wear my nail marks on your ass. I’m getting out of here and going to my apartment. I will wait for you there, naked and fresh from the shower. If you’re not there within fifteen minutes, I’m locking the door, and you lose your chance.” With that, she said her goodbyes to the rest of the group and headed toward the exit.
The door hadn’t even closed behind her, before he was pushing his way through the crowded bar to leave. She lived within walking distance, and he actually beat her there. He stood on her doorstep, looking at his watch, when she came up the walkway, keys in hand, swaying those curvy hips. His dick pressed painfully against the fly of his pants.
Rissa approached him, running her finger down his chest to the button of his black jeans. Stepping up on her tiptoes, she leaned up into him, whispering in his ear.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m a very dirty girl. A hot, soapy shower is in order, before I slide underneath my cool sheets, naked and wet.” He didn’t know when it happened, but her hand found its way to rest on his bulging erection. “Oh, my God, Trevor … I think you’re packing some mighty big heat in those jeans.”
Trevor growled like some of the animals he had taken down.
Rissa slid her house key in the door, unlocked the deadbolt, then pushed it open, letting him follow her into the tiny apartment. He slammed the door with his foot, making her turn toward him. When she did, he was right in front of her within two strides, picking her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist and smashed her lips into his. Their tongues each fought for dominance, until he eventually pulled away from her.
She grunted, trying to pull his lips back to hers. He shook his head. “I think dealing with all those sex aliens has made us a little crazy. I don’t want to regret this in the morning.”
Confusion, then anger flashed across her beautiful face. “Are you telling me that you will regret this? I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you as a gangly, awkward teenager. You have played the leading role in so many of my fantasies as I was performing my one-woman shows. I won’t regret shit. But if you don’t want to do this … well, okay.”
Loosening the hold she had on his waist with her legs, she started to slide down his body, but he grabbed her ass and hiked her back up to where her heat met his hardness.
“I just meant that we work together and we will have to continue to do so after this. Will it be weird for you?”
“Not for me, but I’m getting the feeling it might be for you. Did you come here to talk or fuck? Your choice.”
“Fuck. Definitely fuck.”
Making quick work of their clothes, they made it to the bathroom without separating their lips. It was all skin and hands, lips and grinding.
The water barreled over their already sensitive skin. He soaped up her body, washed her hair, kissed her breasts, and touched every piece of soft, wet flesh on her body. Taking the bath puff out of his hands and soaping it up, she washed his back, ass and legs, then turned him around.
With a gasp, she said, “What a magnificent beast you have, Trevor. I knew it would be impressive, but damn! I had no idea.” She licked her lips as she washed his most sensitive areas.
It was all he could do, not to take her right there in the shower. They had spent so many nights working together, fighting side-by-side. They were partners, but they were also best friends. She deserved the best he had to give, and their first time had to be perfect. He would wait to take her in her bed … if he could make it that far.
Trevor reached past her, cranking the water off. She looked up at him through long lashes, water droplets sliding down her cheeks. His cock jerked in appreciation of her beauty. Sliding the shower curtain back, he grabbed a big, fluffy, sky-blue towel to dry her off. For a moment, he felt almost paternal, wrapping the oversized towel around her shoulders like a child, until she licked at the drops of water on his chest, bringing him back to lustful reality. He dried himself quickly and attempted to prepare himself mentally for what would happen next.
Picking her up took little effort—she was so tiny. He carried her into the bedroom laid her down gently on the bed, the soft glow of her skin not unlike the satin comforter that sighed under her weight, matching the dark red of the lipstick she often wore—the one he hoped he would someday have to wash off his dick.
He stood over her at the side of the bed and watched as her hand slid between her legs. She touched herself—fingers circling over her clit. As she penetrated herself with her index finger, her hips lifted off the bed, and a small sigh escaped her mouth. She forced a second finger inside herself, then both fingers came out and she slapped her pussy hard, several times, and came so forcefully that her body quivered. He watched her, mouth agape, until he realized that she shouldn’t have to be satisfying herself with him there. Her nearly pornographic physical display had him desperately needing to be inside her, touching her, kissing her, fucking her, tasting her.
He grabbed her ankle and brought her dainty little foot to his lips, kissing the inside of her heel, then the arch. He kissed the undersides of her soft, pedicured toes, running his teeth over a toe ring he hadn’t noticed before, then opened his mouth to take each and every single toe against his tongue. She let out a moan and bucked against the bed in ecstasy. He kissed his way up her ankle to her calf, reaching only as far north as her inner thigh, then switched to the other leg to repeat the process. When his mouth reached the other thigh, and he was nestled between her legs, he abruptly put both legs over his shoulders.
He lightly kissed the crease where her thigh intersected with her pelvis—one side, then the other. As if she’d had enough of his relentless teasing, she grabbed the back of his head and pushed it to her core. He smiled against her sweet heat, loving that she knew exactly what she wanted inside the bedroom, as well as out.
Trevor wasted no more time, going right for her nerve bundle and pulling it into his mouth, sucking hard. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, pushing her hips into his face. He rubbed his thumb up and down the lips to her entrance, using her natural moisture as a lubricant, slowly circling with light touches. He nibbled on her sensitive, blood-filled clit, and she groaned as she came. Her quivering muscles made her shake, and she ground her hips against his mouth and squeezed her legs around his head. She took a moment to catch her breath, then pulled him up to her, so they were face-to-face.
“I need you inside me, now.” He tried to think … there was something he needed to do first. “If you don’t get inside of me, I’m going to suck your dick to the back of my throat until you come. One way or another, you are coming inside me.”
The thought of an orgasm inside Rissa caused his cock to jerk against her. He almost came right there on the bed between her beautiful thighs, like a teenager for the first time.
Rearing back, he took in her porcelain skin, beautiful curves and toned muscles. A thin strip of groomed, dark curls trailed to her moist, hot core. He could see her arousal mixed with his saliva, making her beautiful area glisten. He crawled up her body, placing light kisses on her soft skin, until he reached the space between her jaw and earlobe. When he felt his hard length come in contact with all her wetness, she let out a moaning “fuck,” before begging him to enter her.
“Please, Trev. I need you so badly. I’m going to spontaneously combust if you don’t get inside me.” She was clawing at his shoulders.
He kissed her, softly at first, but it wasn’t enough. He plunged his tongue past her lips, stroking hers with his, thrusting it in and out of her mouth like he wanted to do with his cock. For the life of him, he didn’t know why he wa
sn’t doing just that. No sooner did the thought cross his mind, than she was gripping the hardest part of him, placing it against her opening. The only thing left to do was plunge into her creamy heat.
He willed himself to slow down, but there was no way in hell, once her tight, hot muscles clenched around him. He pushed into her as deep as he could go; she pushed her hips up higher, and suddenly he was even deeper. Her body accommodated him so well, so willfully, he began pounding into her so hard and fast, he thought the headboard of her bed was going to smash through the drywall.
* * *
Rissa was snapping her fingers in front of his face, pulling him back to reality, as the best day of his life faded in his memory.
“Why do you have that dopey-ass look on your face?”
“I was just replaying our first night in my mind. It was so freaking hot.”
“Oh yeah? What exactly do you remember?” When he looked at her lustfully, she held up her hand. “I mean, after the sex. Do you remember?”
He rested the back of his head against the sofa and looked at the ceiling. “Let’s see … you said I was amazing … the best you’d ever had … and that we needed to make that a habit.”
“True, but what did you freak out about? And for the record you were the only I ever had at that point.”
The memory returned, and he was back in her bedroom apartment, kissing her forehead after their mind-blowing, earth-shattering, headboard-splintering sex. He realized that all those times he felt he needed to do something before they had sex, he had been trying for a condom. He looked over at her.
