by Kara Hart
“I know you’re there,” she says loudly. “Stop being a creep for once and come out.”
Shit. I step out of that alley and come face to face with the chick that’s bound to get me killed. She knows what I did at that funeral. I have half a mind to silence her.
“Hey,” she nods at me. “Want some?”
She holds her cigarette out at me and I realize it’s a joint. “No, thanks,” I mutter. “I’m a drinker myself.”
“Suit yourself,” she says, staring off into the distance. “Man, this place is dismal.”
“I love this city,” I tell her. “It’s worth fighting for.”
“I guess,” she sighs. “So, like, I’ve been thinking about you.”
“And?” My heart actually kind of bounces a little. My cock jumps. Does that actually make me feel something? I guess being away for so long has actually made me go soft. I cough and look at her face. It’s as smooth as porcelain. Under the streetlights, the shadows fold perfectly over her cheeks. “What do I care?” I ask her.
“Well,” she exhales and turns to look at me. “I don’t think you should hang around here anymore.”
“But then I wouldn’t be able to see you,” I say.
“Okay, do you realize how creepy that sounds?” she asks me. She has a hesitant look to her, however, and it doesn’t make me feel too hot.
“You don’t know what my life’s been like lately,” I tell her straight. “I’ve been staring at my wall for hours. I’m losing my damn mind.”
“Yeah, well. Not my problem,” she says.
“I never said it was.” Her thighs are pressed against her jean shorts and I’m staring hard at them. She looks at me and sees me drooling. I simply smile. I don’t give a shit. She knows I want to fuck her and sooner or later she’s going to give in to me.
“Why don’t you take a picture?” She asks, pushing her legs away from me.
“Trust me, honey. I would if I could,” I tell her.
“Ugh. What’s your deal, anyway? Are you going to tell me why you’re always alone?” she asks. “It’s kind of weird. It’s like you’re in exile or something.”
I laugh and light up a third cigarette. “You could say that, yeah.”
“So you’re in exile? That’s it?” she asks. “What happened?”
“I fucked the boss’s wife,” I lie.
Her eyes grow wide with surprise. “No fucking way. You didn’t…”
“Nah, I didn’t,” I laugh. “Anyway. I wouldn’t say that I’m in exile. It’s more like purgatory. I’m paying for my sins.”
“Sins?” she blurts out, shaking her head. “Don’t tell me you’re into that religious shit too. God, all of you gangsters are the same. Aren’t you?”
“You don’t have to be a religious man to believe in sin, darling,” I tell her.
“Actually, I think that’s exactly what you have to believe in,” she says. “But I get it. You’ve done some bad shit. Big deal. Everyone has.”
That makes me laugh like crazy. “Shit, I bet you’ve never done anything bad in your life,” I say.
“Yes, I have,” she tells me with a straight face. “I’ve done plenty of bad stuff.”
“Like what?” I ask her. “Tell me one bad thing you’ve done.”
She looks up into the sky and squints, deep in thought. The way she has to think about it is cute. It’s like I said, she doesn’t know what bad means. “Well, I killed my friend’s turtle once,” she laughs quietly.
I nod. “Yeah, I’ve done that before too. Only, it was a gerbil. Threw it right in the microwave. I still remember the look it gave me before—”
“Ew!” she yells. “Stop. I didn’t kill the turtle like that! I accidentally left it in her room without any food or water while she was on vacation. I think it starved to death or something.”
I laugh, slapping my palm down on my knee. “Baby-girl, it’s like I told ya. You don’t know what sin is. I’ve killed over 100 men. I’ve slashed people. I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe,” I tell her. “I’m not telling you this to brag or freak you out. I’m telling you because it’s the truth. As soon as you realize who I am, you’ll understand that it’s not just exile I’m in. I’m waiting for my sentence.”
She breathes in heavily, unable to react to what I just told her. “I see,” she exhales. “I hope you know that you’re giving me more reasons why I should cut you out.”
“Yeah, I thought about that,” I sigh. “But I’m not one to lie. I figure if you’re looking for a good time, I’m your man. If not, so be it. I’ll rot in my cell alone until my time is called.”
“So they’re going to kill you?” she asks. “I don’t understand. Don’t you have anyone to back you up?”
“There’s a lot you don’t know,” I say. “From what I know, they already think I’m dead. But it’s only a matter of time before they figure out that I’m still alive. There, I’ve said all I need to say. Are you afraid of me yet?”
“Nah,” she laughs. “You haven’t threatened me yet. That’s more than I can say about my cousin Ricky. You forget that I grew up around a notorious gang. I’m not scared too easily.”
“Oh yeah?” I smile. “Well, I’m glad you’re not too scared.” My hand falls around her waist. She hesitates for a second before giving in to me. “Trust me. I’d be scared if I were you.”
“Don’t treat me like a child,” she whispers. I’m not sure what it is. Maybe it’s the beautiful night, or maybe it’s the fact that we both have nothing to lose, but suddenly we’re close to one another. We’re so close that our lips are practically touching. “I’m not a child,” she repeats. “I’m a woman. And you better start treating me like one if you want a chance with me.”
“I’ll treat you right,” I groan, pressing my forehead against hers. A car passes by us and, though it could be the death of me, I don’t give a fuck. I’m so turned on by her, I could explode right here. “I’ll make sure you feel like a woman by the time I’m done with you.”
“Prove it,” she whispers with a cute smile. Her cheekbones are perfect and so are her lips. She’s so fucking perfect. I can barely stop staring at her.
My lips move over hers and within a split second, I am flying high. All of her rushes into me – her scent, her beauty, the way her ass makes me feel. Everything about her shoots into my body with that one kiss. Quickly, I wrap my lips around her again, this time biting down. She bites back and kisses my cheek, pulling away and smiling.
My hand grips hard around her thigh, and my cock is throbbing against my pants. As I move toward her pussy, she lets her hand glide over the thick bulge of my pants, unbuckling my belt and fumbling at my zipper. We become irrational, breathing heavy and fast.
“I promised myself I wouldn’t do this,” she says.
“Then why are you doing it?” I ask her, slipping my hand down her pants. “Holy shit, you’re so wet.”
“That’s exactly why I’m doing it,” she whispers back, biting down on my lower lip again.
“You like them bad, huh?” I ask her. My fingers start to swirl around her lips. I squeeze them together over her clit and move them up and down. Then, after a minute or so, I insert two fingers inside her. The sound of her breath pushing forward sends life into me.
“Yes,” she moans. “I like them as bad as they come.” My other hand pushes underneath her shirt, moving upward until I feel her perky tits against my palm. I eagerly cup both of them and push her body on top of my lap. “Come to me,” I moan.
My cock is so big that she has to wrap both hands around my shaft. I don’t even know if she’s been with a man like me before and I have half a mind to warn her to be careful. “I want to see you at your most vulnerable state,” she tells me. “I want to make you cum for me, Hunter.”
When she says my name, my stomach rises inside of me. My balls actually harden and I can feel myself go quick to the draw. With both her hands, she spits down and strokes me with slow circular motions. I close my e
yes and moan loudly. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a hand job this good. It actually surprises me since most women are pretty fucking awful at it.
“You like that?” she says, giving me a sly smile.
“More than you know,” I say.
She leans forward and kisses me again. My tongue parts her lips and curls around her tongue. I’m lost in her strawberry scent and thick red lips. I reach up and run my fingers through her beautiful hair. And when I can’t take it any longer, I pull it back. I’m getting close to the edge and it’s killing me. I just want this to last forever.
“Yes!” she screams. I’m actually scared she might wake the neighbors or, even worse, her parents. Still, I’m not about to stop her yet. “Get rough with me.”
I’m starting to wonder to myself, is this bitch crazy? But then I’m wondering if that even matters She’s that good. If this is really my last day on this earth, I’m all for it. I can only imagine what being inside her feels like.
My hand falls to her neck. I push it up lightly. I don’t want to choke the woman, so it simply hangs around her collarbone. She grabs my hand and forces it even tighter. “I said, I like it rough. You think I was joking?” With my other hand, I’m circling around her clit. Her breathing quickens and moves to a higher pitch.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I find myself muttering. It’s almost as if I have to say it out loud to believe it. This random girl, the daughter in a reputable family, is actually stroking my cock right now. I almost can’t believe it. Then again, stranger things have happened.
I’m about to fucking cum. Looking at her thick, curvy body drives me over the edge, and when she pulls out her tits, I nearly explode. “I’m going to cum. Holy fuck.” I squeeze around her flesh and lay back.
“Then cum for me,” she whispers gently. One of her hands drops to my balls and she begins massaging lightly. “Cum.” I tilt my head back and feel my lower half swell up until I feel like I’m about release a bucket full of pleasure. I feel my whole body twitch along with her rhythmic hand motions, and I’m suddenly forced over the edge. I feel a pleasure I’ve never felt before in my life and I’m reeling in it.
I explode. I shoot my load everywhere. It falls against her hand, dripping down onto my suit. “Oh, fuck,” I moan. “You’re good, baby.”
She smiles, wipes her hand on the grass, and kisses my cheek. She pulls away from me and smiles. “See you later,” she says.
“Wait. Where are you going?” I ask her. But she’s already halfway inside of her house. Fuck, she’s tricky. “I still want to please you,” I say.
“Don’t worry about it. I was doing you a favor,” she says, standing at her door. “Goodnight, Hunter.”
“Shit, woman. You’re too much,” I shake my head and zip up my pants. “Can I see you again?”
“Doubt it,” she laughs. “We lead very different lives. Tonight was fun though. Try to keep it in your memories.” She opens the door and blows me a kiss. Harsh.
She’s good though. Too good. I’ll get her someday. I have to. I’m confident of that much. I walk home with a limp, soaked in my own sex. Well, that sure was a night to remember.
170
Bianca
“No you didn’t, Bianca. That’s crazy,” Teresa says on the phone. “Like, I know you’re impulsive and all, but you didn’t get fingered by some stranger on your lawn, did you?”
I laugh loudly, feeling my heart rush thinking about it. “I gave him a hand job too,” I say. “I don’t know why, really. You know, for a complete creep, he’s actually really hot.”
“So?! He’s a total stranger. Not to mention, he’s in the mafia. This is so not like you.”
Okay, so she doesn’t get it. I’m impulsive and sometimes it’s fun to go out of your bounds. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I should be a little more cautious about how I handle these things, but this trip has been utterly boring and I just wanted to shake it up a little.
“Yeah, well. I’m only here for a week. I thought I’d spice some things up,” I laugh. “When I go back, I’ll be back for good. I’ll never see him again.”
“That’s what you think. He’s probably outside your window right now, stalking your every move like a total perv.”
I know it’s totally crazy, but the thought of that actually sort of turns me on. It’s dangerous, but the way he looks at me tells me I shouldn’t worry. It’s like he’ll do anything for me. And I mean anything.
I open my windows and look outside. Nothing there, other than birds on the lawn and cars driving by. “Okay, don’t do that to me. You’re going to freak me out.”
“That’s what I’m saying, girl. You need to be careful. You need to be freaked out!” If she’s trying to warn me, she’s not doing a very good job. In fact, I can sense the excitement in her voice. It’s almost like she wishes she did it herself.
“Don’t try to play innocent with me, Teresa,” I say. “Remember high school? Remember when you started dating Lorenzo?”
“Ugh. Don’t even bring up Lorenzo,” she sighs. “That was a complete accident. It’ll never happen again. Besides, that’s why I’m warning you. I have experience in these matters.”
I laugh and roll my eyes, “Okay, Teresa. Whatever you say.”
She can scold me all she wants. It’s not going to change the fact that it happened. It’s all just fun and games for me. It’s not like I’m into the guy. He’s just someone to have fun with. A summer fling. I laugh at the thought of having a full on summer fling with a deadly assassin. Is that what he is? I can’t remember. In reality, he was probably just some low-level dealer who hasn’t gotten laid in over a year.
I’m not like Teresa. I don’t feel guilty for these things. To me, it’s just something that happened. I hooked up with a hot guy and that was that. He’s dangerous, sure. But my whole fucking family is dangerous. What does that mean to me? Nothing. None of these guys would harm a woman. It’s in their “code of honor” or something.
From outside of my room, I hear the door slam and someone yell out “Giovanni! Giovanni!”
The house is empty. I groggily walk into the hall, wearing my nightgown, and find Ricky eating an apple and leaning against the wall.
“Hey, sweetie,” he says. “Looking hot.”
I groan, wishing I never left the hallway. “God, Ricky. You’re absolutely repulsive. You know that, don’t you?”
“Sure do,” he laughs. “Think I give a shit?”
I shake my head. “Yeah, well. What do you want? Why are you in my house?”
“I’m looking for Giovanni,” he says, taking another bite from his apple. “You see him anywhere?”
“What do you want with my brother?” I ask him. “He doesn’t need any more trouble.”
“What are you? His mom? Of course he doesn’t need trouble, doll. He does need to go with me on a ride. We’ve got business to take care of.”
“My mom died, remember? My father and I are the only people he can rely on,” I say. “What kind of business do you need to take care of? Stop being vague.”
He eats the rest of the apple and throws it behind him. It misses the trashcan and falls on the floor, but he doesn’t bother to pick it up. “I just want to talk to the kid. Don’t worry so much. I won’t let him get into any trouble,” he says, moving toward me. He puts his hand against my cheek and I shudder with disgust. “You know, I’m not such a bad guy. Maybe someday you’ll recognize that. I’ve done a lot for your family.”
“Sure, Ricky. You’re a real standup guy,” I roll my eyes.
He slaps my cheek lightly, as all Italians do, and squeezes. Only, this time he’s squeezing hard. I try to move away, but his grip is too strong. “You better start treating me with a little respect,” he says. “Remember, I’m the God damn boss of this family. I call the shots. I do, not you. Your little family business that your daddy’s got going… I could end that in a second if I wanted to. All those taxes he evaded last year could somehow turn into a real problem
for him.”
“You wouldn’t,” I growl. “My father’s done nothing to you.”
“I would,” he scowls. “Sure, your dad’s been a good guy and all. However, you and him have been holding Giovanni back for years. He should have been made by now. Instead, he’s a chump.”
“Don’t call my brother that,” I say. I don’t care what he is, it’s not up to Ricky to decide anything for our family. “He’s worth more than you will ever be. You’re a washed up, piece of shit, Ricky. Now I’m sorry I have to be the one that breaks it to you, but you need to get your shit together without my brother or my father.”
“Your brother could have been a great leader!” he suddenly yells, face turning red. His eyes are bloodshot and his pupils have dilated. “He’s lost, Bianca. He has no education, no job prospect, no nothing! All he has is me.”
“Well, he’s not here. He’s been gone the whole day, probably helping you make money,” I say. “So if you want to find him, you better ask one of your goons.”
“Maybe I didn’t come over for him,” he says, smiling. He leans close to my face. His lips are practically touching mine. I can feel his disgusting hot breath fall across my cheeks and I close my eyes and pray he steps away. “Maybe I came over for you, sweetheart.”
“Please leave, Ricky,” I whisper. I can barely breathe. My chest feels like it’s caving in. I fall into a full-blown panic attack and I am totally freaking out.
“Why don’t you make me, bitch,” he laughs. “You know, I’ve wanted you for years. I used to spy on you at all the family holiday parties. I used to cum to your picture back when you were in high school. God, I can remember that uniform. So sweet and innocent. So Pure.”
“Stop!” I cry out. “You’re disgusting. Please, leave now!”
He backs away, holding his hands up as if he hasn’t done anything wrong. When he sees the fear in my eyes, he begins to laugh. “What? Can’t you take a joke?”
