I let him slip out of my mouth and out of my hand as I stood. The cool air of the room felt good on my hard nipples as my hands went to my waist and I started to unbuckle. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch me and it was a look that made me undress just a little bit slower.
God, I loved the look of him naked on his elbows. Muscled torso, tight ass and a cock that was hard to the point of bursting—all because of me.
I unzipped and started to push my jeans to the ground. My panties had started to go for the ride with them but I caught them and pinned them to my hips as I felt the denim hit the floor. He smiled at me because he knew what I was doing. I wanted to be completely naked, but I wanted to tease him at the same time. I stepped out of my jeans and took a step closer to the bed.
“Take them off, Jackie. What are you waiting for?”
I climbed back on the bed and straddled him, just over his midsection and out of reach of his throbbing cock.
“I want you to take them off, Micky. I want to feel your hands pulling them down.”
He didn’t hesitate. Two hands, one on each hip, pulling down my panties. I leaned forward and raised a leg to allow them to clear one knee and I felt his lips on my breasts. I leaned back far enough to grab the underwear that was now around one ankle, and a second later, they had joined my bra on the floor. I then felt his hands back on me, trying to guide me back into his comfort zone.
“Lie on your side, baby. Lie on your side so I can slide myself in.”
Not tonight, Micky. It’s not the way we’re ending this tonight.
Chapter 26
Micky
She was hesitating. She was naked on top of me and looking at me with a look in her eye that threatened to make me cum. But she was hesitating. And I needed her now more than I had needed any woman before in my life. And she was just looking at me and smiling. Blue eyes and dimples, making me wish I could stay in this bed forever.
“Come on and lay down next to me, Jackie. What are you waiting for?”
Her only answer to me was a subtle slide backwards until I felt her ass touching my cock. I was wet with a mixture of her saliva and my precum and I knew that she was now feeling it on her back. But she wasn’t moving away. She was starting to move over me as I tried to stop her.
“I told you, baby, I’ve got trust issues. I have a hard time making love to a woman and looking in her eyes. Don’t do this to me.”
“What can you possibly have to worry about with me now, Micky? You’re getting ready to leave me, so how can I possibly betray your trust now? I want to see you, Micky. I want to look in your eyes when I feel you slide inside me and I know deep down you want it too.”
I was lifting a hand to stop her but she was already out of my reach and perched directly over me. I would have tried harder but there was no arguing with her logic. I wanted her as bad as I had ever wanted anything in my life and I could feel her against me, warm, wet heat touching a part of me that was begging to be touched by her. And as I felt her start to settle down, I realized I didn’t want it any other way.
I couldn’t look directly at her, at least not yet. But there was plenty for my eyes to take in. I was looking at her gorgeous body and that beautiful pussy of hers as she continued to lower herself. She was snug. I felt her body continuing to open up as she slid herself down, and a tiny gasp escaped her lips. I looked up at her out of reflex and her eyes locked onto mine.
“It feels so good, Micky, but I have to take it slow.”
Slow was good. Slow was awesome. She had me close to cumming when she had been sucking on me so slow was exactly what the doctor ordered. Although as she continued to work herself against me, I could feel her pussy working to accept me. Warm, wet flesh tugging at me, and threatening to get me off whether she was going slow or not. I looked back into her face, and I realized she had never taken her eyes off me at all.
“Are you still having trust issues, Micky? Are you comfortable?”
Comfortable. Fuck, what a word to use. Was it possible not to be comfortable with a woman like her pinning me down?
I opened my mouth to answer her just as her body slid all the way down and her pussy swallowed me up. I moaned as she started moving again. Slow to her didn’t mean stopping, and I was thrilled as I felt her tugging at me on her way back up.
“Jesus, Jackie, you’re fucking phenomenal. I can’t believe that any man would not have killed to stay with you.”
“I think you kind of did, Micky.”
She was right. It hadn’t occurred to me until she had said it but she was right. And I couldn’t think about it for too much longer because she had lifted herself all the way up on me and she was starting to slide herself back down. She took her eyes off of me long enough to throw her head back and I took the moment to look at her.
Every part of her. I wanted to memorize every last fucking part of her if I was never going to see her again.
She fell into a steady rhythm, her body rising and falling on top of mine. Sweet breasts bouncing up and down, calling out to me to be touched. My hands had rested on her hips, but I brought them up to cup both of her breasts, and she brought her head forward again and her eyes settled on mine. Looking in her eyes made me wonder if I had ever loved another woman at all, and I finally found my voice to speak.
“I trust you, baby. And I’m plenty comfortable, if that’s even the word for what I’m feeling right now. I’m not sure how much I can go on this way, though.”
My words weren’t stopping her. If anything, she seemed to pick things up just a beat. I kept one hand on her breast and moved the other between her legs. I wanted to feel her. I wanted to feel us, joined together in a slow, erotic dance. I touched the two of us and her body rose and fell and I delighted in the little squeal that left her lips before she spoke.
“What do you mean, Micky? Don’t you trust me? Isn’t this OK for you? You don’t want me on my side again, do you?”
She didn’t get it. She didn’t understand what I had meant. I wanted to clear it up for her, but I wasn’t going to use words to do it.
I moved my right hand to her hip and held her as I twisted my body. She suddenly understood what I meant and she brought her body firmly against mine. One push on the bed with my left hand as I held her body with my right and I was turning her. In one delicious moment, I had my angel on her back, with me between her legs, and she was looking me in my eyes.
“I trust you, baby. Just lay back and let me love you. I was wrong to want it any other way.”
I was looking at her now, and she was looking at me. And I settled in between her legs and started moving my hips back and forth. She had been moving slowly, which was exactly what I needed at the time. But I had a fire burning now that needed anything but slow. I could feel her body responding against mine. I could feel her pussy gripping me on my every thrust. And as much as I knew she was getting closer herself, I vowed to never take my eyes off of her beautiful face.
Head back, lips parted in a moan, and then looking back into my eyes. Eyes that were blue and getting hazy under the threat of an impending orgasm. My eyes were fixed on her, but my right hand was free, and I let it roam over every part of her that I could touch. For a moment, I let it linger on her nipples, and it was just enough to elicit another moan.
“Micky, you’re going to make me cum.”
Beautiful. Sweet, beautiful music to my ears…
“I’m close too, baby. I want us to cum together. I want to cum with you looking into my eyes.”
I could feel myself throbbing inside of her. I knew I was close and I could only hope that she was closer. Logic told me I should be slowing down, I should be trying to make it last. But logic had checked out a long time ago and something else was driving me now. I started moving faster while never taking my eyes off of her and I felt her hips adjust slightly under mine. She wrapped her legs around me, and I felt like I was touching every inch of her at once.
“Oh, Micky…”
My ri
ght hand left her breasts and moved down her body. I needed to feel her ass. I needed to feel that sweet ass of hers as her body curled around mine. Her legs locked around my back as I started moving faster and I moved my hand between her legs to touch the two of us one last time. My fingers found the two of us and I savored the feeling—steely hardness and warm, wet flesh all wrapped together. I touched the part of her that mattered to her the most and looked into her eyes as I heard her starting to squeal.
“You’re going to make me cum, Micky. If you keep touching me there, you’ll make me cum.”
I kept touching here there. I didn’t stop until I felt her body starting to shake.
I was still watching her, but I was watching eyes that were rolling back into her head as her orgasm started to hit. Her legs lifted from my back and her pussy locked onto me as I felt her back arching underneath me. It was a sweet crescendo, and the last thing my body was able to take as I felt my cock starting to twitch inside of her. I felt my own body starting to flex as my orgasm came over me, but I never stopped watching her.
Watching her moan. Watching her cum. And hoping beyond hope I would never forget every last detail.
Chapter 27
Jackie
Sleeping peacefully. More peacefully than I had in days. Probably more peacefully than I had since I separated, and I didn’t know how many months before that. I could feel his presence near me, leaning in to nuzzle my face. I was still drifting under the hazy blanket of sleep when I felt his lips on my face, kissing me. Only it wasn’t his lips, it was his tongue. He was licking me.
And I opened up my eyes to see a cat in front of me, licking my face like a little feline alarm clock.
“Good morning.”
Micky was at the foot of the bed getting dressed. Faded jeans and a Hawaiian shirt that hadn’t been buttoned all the way yet. I was thankful for the timing because I was thankful for the view of his midsection, but as I was looking at him he started to button up, and I frowned.
“What’s the matter?”
“You’re leaving.”
He finished buttoning the Hawaiian shirt, leaving two buttons undone up top. Martin used to leave three buttons undone and wore a gold chain around his neck. Micky’s look was a thousand times better, almost like the shirt was made for him.
“I told you I needed to go, Jackie. I need to see Jimmy’s father and put an end to this. I need to get out now or die trying, it’s really that simple.”
He sighed and walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down next to me. The cat took exception and meowed before jumping off the bed in a huff. All the better for me. Micky leaned forward and put his hand on the cheek the cat had just been licking.
“Thanks for everything you’ve done for me, Jackie. Not just the stuff with Sammy and his guys. I mean the other stuff too. You know…”
He almost blushed when he said it. He had a briefcase with a half million dollars in it at the foot of the bed and he was going to visit a mafia kingpin to buy his life back, and he was blushing in front of me. I reached out and took his hand and tried to pull him towards me. I wanted him back in the bed, but he wasn’t budging.
“I can’t stay, Jackie. I gotta go.”
The cat from the bed was in the doorway and another had joined it. They were either hungry or waiting to see him off, but I wasn’t ready to see him go.
“Where are you going to end up going, Micky?”
“I don’t know, I can’t even think about that yet. I have to focus on seeing the big man first before I even think about what comes next. Depending on what he says there might not be a next.”
He leaned down to kiss me. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him and felt the blanket fall to the bed, revealing my nakedness to him. Part of me hoped it would be enough to make him stay just a little bit longer.
It wasn’t.
He finished the kiss and stood up, grabbing the briefcase on his way to the door.
“Do me a favor and check on the cats for me before you leave, will you, Jackie? Make sure they have enough food.”
Another cat spontaneously appeared at the mention of food. They were swirling their way around Micky’s legs, almost like they wanted him to stay too.
“I’ll take care of the cats. You take care of yourself, Micky.”
He nodded at me and opened his mouth like he was going to say something. And then he turned and he was gone.
Chapter 28
Micky
The cab pulled up to his building, and I paid the cabbie and stepped out into a street that was all noise and wind. The building was nondescript but the people that knew better rarely ever came knocking. I approached the door and opened it and was immediately greeted by two massive bodies in the lobby. I knew them and I was pretty sure they knew me, but we weren’t on a speaking basis so it would officially remain a mystery.
People called them the Thirteens. Some people said that was because if you laid them on the ground lengthwise they would be thirteen feet long. Another story I had heard was they single handedly fought off thirteen guys from the Schultz crew in this same lobby when they had come calling on a problem. I wasn’t sure which story was true, and I always thought it was a stupid nickname. And neither guy was smiling at me as I stood there thinking about it.
“I’m here to see the old man.”
The one guy stepped forward to frisk me while the other one stood there watching. Big hands checked my frame, looking to see if I had a weapon. He found a lump in my jacket and pulled it out to inspect it. He looked at the other Thirteen and shrugged and then stuck it back in my pocket.
Satisfied that I was not there to launch an assassination attempt, the Thirteens got into the elevator with me to take me to the top floor. I was sure their weight was testing the capacity of the elevator car and I breathed a sigh of relief as we got to the top floor. One of them stepped out first and moved down the hall as I followed with the other close behind me.
A big Micky sandwich, guaranteed to subdue me if I dared step out of line.
But I wasn’t going to step out of line. I had my briefcase full of money and I had my spiel all worked out in my head, but I still felt that nervous twitch in my balls as the guy in front of me opened the door. I followed him into the room with the other big goon behind me but it was no longer the Thirteens that I was worried about.
He was sitting behind his big desk, half in darkness, like Jabba the fucking Hutt. I knew there were guys that came into this room and never left alive. And for every one that left alive there were probably three more that were killed by orders given behind that fucking desk of his. He controlled most of the city from that fucking chair. But at one point in time, he was the closest thing to a father I ever had.
“Hi Pop.”
There weren’t many guys in the city who would call him that. The only one I knew for certain had been on the wrong end of my gun just eight hours earlier.
“Hello, Jonathon.”
Touché. The last time I had been called that name was from a professor in Pennsylvania…
“Nice shirt. What can I do for you, boy?”
His voice sounded like gravel and cigars. He was looking at me with those lifeless eyes of his that told me little about what he already knew or didn’t know.
“I need to talk to you.”
He looked at me and then he looked at the Thirteens and he nodded. A few seconds later, the room was five hundred pounds lighter and the door was closed, giving us a little privacy. The fact he told the Thirteens to beat it was a good sign. But he hadn’t invited me to sit in the seat in front of him, and that was a bad sign.
A distinctly bad sign.
“I want out.”
Three words that carried a shitload of weight. Big Poppa was not impressed.
“It doesn’t work like that, Jonathon. You know that.”
“You’ve known from day one I didn’t want to be in this thing, Pop. I’ve been talking to Jimmy for the last month about getting the hell out. A
bout buying my way out.”
“You have?”
“Yeah, I have. He’s been telling me the whole time he had set it up with you. He’s been telling me he arranged a sit down with you, he said I just needed to bring you money. He was setting me up. He was setting both of us up.”
I pulled the recorder from my pocket and hit play and let the old man hear it from his own son’s lips. It was a shitty thing to do, but it had been my only choice and I played the entire thing for him.
The old man hardly gave up any expression except for a shake of his head. He heard his only son talk about killing me. He heard him talk about killing his own father and taking over the family business. I had thought about stopping the recording before the sound of gunshots, but I let that play out too. He heard everything.
Every last fucking bullet.
I finished the tape and tossed the player onto the desk in front of him.
“I’m sorry, Pop. It’s a shitty deal. I never thought Jimmy would have done it and I didn’t want things to end that way. In the end, it was either him or me. I handled it the only way I knew how. I handled it the way you’ve taught me to handle shit like that. I thought if anyone would understand, it would be you.”
No response.
No offer to sit.
Not a fucking word.
Not good for Micky.
If he didn’t kill me, the silence was going to. I raised the briefcase in my hand before speaking to him again.
“Five hundred thousand. It was what Jimmy told me I should be bringing to you to buy my way out. I know now that was all a crock of shit and that he never spoke to you. But as a sign of respect, I’m giving it to you now and telling you I’m done. I’m out of this fucking business.”
“That’s not the way it works, Jonathon. You’re part of this thing now. There’s no going back, you know that.”
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