Moth

by Jennifer Foor

  It’s difficult to sit this way and not move when my cock is so close to her opening. I slightly bring my body forward and then fall back. I keep at it as I work my magic hands over her rotator cuffs and down the small of her back. I let my fingers trace over the sides of her hips until I can feel where her breast begin to form in the front. I bring my face down to her ear and suck on her lobe before speaking. “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as much as I want you right now.”

  She flexes her ass to signal it’s a go, yet says nothing but gibberish. She’s falling to pieces and I’m still not ready to give her what she’s wanting.

  I drag my tongue down her neck, placing gentle, wet kisses over her shoulders. I’m familiar with this being a particular sensitive spot for many women. As assumed, she’s wiggling around and giggling. I’m doing this because I know it sends jolts of pleasure directly to her nipples, so I lift my body and flip her back around. Both of her supple tits are in my face, her areolas are like little pins. I take two fingers and pinch one, pulling it until her skin refuses to stretch. She’s biting down on her bottom lip and crying out, so I do the same to the opposite side. I bring my lips down and drag them over each nipple as I squeeze them together.

  That’s not enough for me. I need more.

  My fingers drudge into her dripping pussy and then come back up to circle over those greedy nipples. I suck them fully in between my lips, savoring the way they now taste.

  A few jerks gives me notification that I’m losing my ability to hold on. I can’t distract my cock while furthering my investigation of this perfect specimen.

  I sit straight up, taking both of her hands and lifting them above her head until they’re at each corner of the mattress. Then I lift her lower body up in the air until I’m positioned to enter her. She’s staring up at me so I flash her my first smile. I’m prepared for how good this will feel, but still taken back when I slide inside of her. She’s soaked and I know I should wipe her off, but I like the sound when I’m fucking someone; it gets me off.

  I have a strong hold on her ass, but place each leg on my shoulders. She’s not in a comfortable position, but I’m able to watch my dick slipping in and out with ease. She may be soaked, but she’s still super tight. It’s suffocating my cock, making it difficult to hold out.

  I have to close my eyes to prevent an early release.

  This woman senses my predicament. She brings her legs down and pushes me out of her with her feet. She sits in almost a split position and takes my cock into her hand. I’m elated when she draws near and licks the tip. My hand latches onto a bunch of her hair as I guide her toward it again. This time she takes me, the sides of her cheeks moving as the suction increases. She’s working to a pace and I’m finding it hard to remain on my knees. I feel a finger dragging over my balls and then my taint. I know where she’s headed and I refuse to stop her. The moment that sharp fingernail penetrates my ass I lose it. Her mouth is filled and I can’t take it back. I’m falling apart, unable to react fast enough. She doesn’t pull away and run to the bathroom. She swallows and licks her lips while I watch. Then she spins around and stands, smacking it when she bends over. Her palms are flat at the top of the mattress, her ass straight up in the air like a beacon.

  I peer down at my spent, still semi-erect dick and wonder if I’ll be able to continue. One peek at that pussy and I’m back in the game. I get up behind her and slap my cock against her wet opening several times until I feel it stiffening. If I can remain hard I’ll last a long ass time. With a bit of extra maneuvering I’m back inside of her, fucking her from behind. My hands are holding onto her hips as I find a fast pace. She’s crying out, so loud I know others outside can hear. I’m turned on as I think about it, but continue working her until my legs tire.

  We switch positions. The woman comes several more times before we’re hit with exhaustion. We manage to make it into a hot shower where we clean off and head back to bed.

  Never once do I regret sleeping with her. The case is no longer on my mind. She’s falling asleep in my arms and all I can think about is having her again when she wakes. I can’t focus. I’m distracted by lust. She’s too good to refuse, and I know it’s going to lead me into a dangerous path I may not be able to escape from. But I want more, and I won’t stop until I have it all.

  She’s resting in my arms. I know I should check in with the guys, but I can’t seem to find the energy to slip away. I knew it was going to be good, but never imagined the powerful connection we’d share. As if we were completely in sync with one another, I’ve become overwhelmed with the implications I’m faced with. I can’t let this go. I need it to happen again. This woman has rocked my world. She’s given me pleasure I’ve never been offered before. She’s lured me into her world of horror and I can’t find a good enough reason to run for my life. I succumb to a much needed sleep, knowing I should probably do it with one eye open, just in case this was all her wicked plan to seduce and murder me when I’m weak.

  I wake when I feel her moving from my arms. I’m not one to cuddle, but this enabled me to sleep without worry she was up looking for a weapon to kill me with. I sit up with her and look around the dark room. The blankets have fallen off the bed, our naked bodies mangled together was the only reason we’ve stayed pleasantly warm. She stretches and gets up to head to the bathroom. As I watch, enjoying the view from behind, she turns her head and smiles. “Don’t worry, I’m coming back for another round.”

  “I wasn’t worried,” I say confidently. While I await to hear the toilet flush, I pull out my phone and power it on. Messages start coming through, but I ignore them to shoot Renner and House a group message notifying them I’m fine and will check in again when I’m alone. I begin to open the first message I’ve received when I hear the plumbing coming on. Quickly I shut off the device and slip it back in the pocket of my trousers on the floor.

  She appears from out of the bathroom and leans on the wall facing in my direction. One of her legs is raised, the palm of her foot flat against the surface behind her. I watch her motion with her finger for me to come to her.

  I rest my head on my hand, my elbow holding the weight, while responding in my best hard-to-get deep voice. “If you think I’m getting out of this bed you’ve got another thing coming.”

  I watch her take one hand and run it over her breast then continuing until it’s cupped over her pussy. I remain still, determined to win this mind game.

  “Is that all you’ve got?” I taunt.

  She bites down on her lip as I witness two fingers slipping between her folds. It’s trying to have to force my eyes to stay open. I want this crazy bitch straddling me so she can ride me into next week. Instead, I’m like a lost puppy. One minute I’m determined to hold my ground and the next I’m waltzing in her direction in order to pick her up and press her harder against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist and I swear I can feel the wetness dripping all over my cock. This isn’t something she can fake. Her body yearns for more, and I’m just the man to feed it.

  Our mouths crash, her tongue drags over mine slowly before we dive into another insidious kiss. It’s a crescendo I can’t come down from. My mental high blinds me. I carry her over to a chair in the corner and let go so she falls down onto the cushion. I’m standing there before her watching as she grabs a hold of my stiff cock and begins jerking it. She spits in between strokes, lubricating it as she works. I grab a chunk of her hair and yank until she’s standing on the furniture. Her ass is positioned on the back edge while her pussy allures me once again. One hand comes down and slithers across her wet entrance. I graze it back until I’m at her ass. Her tight hole calls out for attention so I oblige. The second my finger penetrates her I can tell I’ve captured her complete attention. My face dives down and I feast on her once again. Just as I feel her legs weakening I pick her up from behind and carry her back to the bed. After I’ve joined her she straddles me and that’s where the fun begins. She’s like a bucking bronco and I’m her cow
boy. Then we switch and I’m doing the bucking while she struggles to hold on. We’re fucking so hard I can feel her bones as we slap together. I come hard this time holding her still and appreciating she’s letting me. As her body falls against my chest I hold her close and kiss the top of her head. She’s got me by the balls, and there’s no place I’d rather be.

  Chapter 15

  “We know you fucked her.” I expect this from Renner. He and House are both sitting on the sofa when I walk in. The home we’re working out of is a foreclosure, but it’s not been cleaned out by the bank yet, so we’re taking advantage of the furniture and resources it provides, like ample chairs and two beds for the guys to sleep in. The other bedroom is full of junk I’m not going to begin to go through. We don’t anticipate being here that long.

  “Bullshit. I took her somewhere safe. Just because I spent time alone with her doesn’t mean we fucked. Get over yourselves. Maybe you need to get laid so you can shut the hell up about me. Enough about me. Were you able to find anything else out?”

  “Guess you were too busy doing nothing to read your texts?” House assumes.

  I pull out my phone and look at it. I’m still too high on the sex to come back down and get my head back where it needs to be. I begin with the first message.

  Cross checked the list of students with those majors. Fourteen students are female with the names beginning with N. We’re referencing DMV records now to see if we can match an identity. If we come up with a dead end do you want us to call Malone? – House

  No results match your girl as far as college search, but we got another hit from social media when we ran it against the facial recognition program. It’s a few years old, but we’re sure it’s your girl. - House

  Hope you’re alive and knee deep in pussy. By the way, her name is Nina Corsivo. We need you to call us ASAP. We’ve hit a snag you need to hear about. – Renner

  Nina. The name fits the face. I want to smile, but become aware I’ve slept with someone whose secrets are too dangerous to overlook. With this new information I have to move forward with the investigation. “Okay,” I say as I lean on the edge of the couch. My legs are sore from the sex so I do my best to be comfortable. “Give it to me straight. Does she have a record? Why didn’t she come up on facial recognition? How did you find her?”

  House and Renner look at one another before House answers. “We had to cross reference the name with social media accounts, and even that was difficult. She doesn’t have anything, but five years ago she was tagged with some friends in Washington D.C. It’s the same girl. Her appearance has changed, but it’s the same face.”

  Renner hands me a laptop he’s been holding. Sure enough the image is of a younger fake Windy, AKA Nina. She’s got a short bob style haircut with blonde highlights throughout. She’s wearing glasses and hugging her two girlfriends with a huge smile on her face. The caption reads Congrats Nina!

  “Congrats for what?”

  I hand Renner back the computer. “We don’t know. There was nothing else. The chick that posted this lives in Arkansas now. She’s married with four kids and a hefty mortgage. We backtracked to discover they graduated from the same high school and both went on to study law. That’s when things get weird. She drops off the face of the earth for several years. The paper trail goes dry. There’s nothing, not even a credit check. We’re thinking maybe she got sick or had a family emergency. Maybe she was kidnapped and forced to turn tricks in a child trafficking situation Alizar has his hands in. Whatever the case, she resurfaced as Windy and the rest is history.”

  I’m not able to fathom her working alongside Alizar. She’d be damaged if that were the case. Something isn’t adding up with this information. “So there’s no criminal record? No parking tickets or speeding violations?”

  “None. It’s like she was just born. It’s too clean. We looked up her social security number and she hasn’t made a purchase in her name in more than two years. There’s no residence listed. Her mail goes to a PO box here in Richmond. She’s on the title of a two thousand and thirteen Ford Explorer, and apparently makes the payments on time, but we aren’t seeing it on Windy’s bank account. We’re looking into accounts she holds under her name, but it’s going to take a little while to access them.”

  House chimes in. “What about you, Moth? Did you find out anything else about her while you were in close proximity?”

  “She admitted she wasn’t Windy, not directly, but in conversation. She said she’s tired of living the lie. I’m telling you, she seems scared. Whoever is holding something over her head has threatened her life.”

  “You didn’t break cover did you?” Renner asks.

  “Hell no. She thinks I’m Monty and it’s going to stay that way.”

  “You still think we need to focus on her? She could be running from the same thing your brother was.” Renner has a valid point.

  “Regardless, she still holds answers. I need to stay on this route. With a little more time I’ll get a name. If I have to keep her in protective custody I will.”

  “Are we going to know where you’re keeping her?”

  “I told you I took her to a local hotel, but I’m thinking we need to get her out of town. If she’s close enough to walk to her apartment she might try to go there. The people who are after her cut her brake lines. They want her dead or at least severely injured.”

  “What do you need from us, Moth?” House asks.

  “Keep monitoring her house and any suspicious activity at the pharmaceutical company. I have an idea of a place I can take Miss Corsivo, but it’s thirty miles out of town, so I’m liable to remain there. I’ll have little phone service, but make sure I check in daily. In the meantime, you two keep researching those missing years and see if you come up with something. There has to be a connection to Alizar. An innocent woman doesn’t get involved in the drug trade for no reason. We’re missing something.”

  We spend the next hour going over surveillance, researching leads, and digging deeper into the people my brother shared a house with in case any of them have the same scenario going on with their pasts as Nina. I stare at a murder board we’ve created with connections to my brother. The lines may connect him to these people, but I can’t figure out why. Something has to give. The police aren’t having any luck either, so I know it’s not just us.

  Maybe that’s where this all ties together. Perhaps Nina was recruited into this with one of them and that’s how my brother got involved. Maybe we’re looking at this like my brother was an intentional hit, but what if he wasn’t? What if this has nothing to do with Alizar at all?

  I sigh. I feel as if I’m hitting a crossroad where I’m questioning everything we’ve come up with thus far. It’s a painstaking process I’m afraid we might be faced with.

  Now, more than ever, I’m determined to take drastic measures to ensure we figure this shit out and move on.

  As soon as I leave the guys I phone Nina. I want to hear her voice and make sure she’s still in the hotel waiting for me to return instead of the ideas I have running through my head. She answers on the second ring. “Hey.”

  “It’s me, Moth. I’ll be back in about an hour. Get your things together.”

  “Why? I told you I can’t go back to the apartment. I need to leave town; to get the hell out of dodge for a while.”

  “We’re not going to your place. I’m taking you somewhere safer than a damn hotel. Trust me. We’ll be able to figure out what to do next.”

  “I told you I couldn’t see you anymore, Moth. I don’t want you involved in this mess. I’ll figure a way out of it. I’ll find a place to go until I can decide what I’m going to do next.”

  “In a body bag. That’s where you’ll end up.” I’m being blatant on purpose. She should be scared.

  “I don’t want you putting yourself in danger. Please. It’s better you don’t come back. I’ll disappear. It’ll be okay. I can handle this. I’ve done it before. You sticking around only makes it tougher fo
r me to elude them.”

  I can’t let this happen. She’s our only lead. “No way. Stay put. I’m coming there. You need me, babe. Don’t go anywhere.”

  I’m in my truck heading to my dad’s place. He used to go hunting and fishing at this cabin one of his military buddies owns. He told me his friend was now living in a nursing home and if I ever wanted to use it I could. Since it’s not in my dad’s name, it won’t be traced back to him, and I know his old friend doesn’t have anyone else to tend to it. He’s a widow without children.

  The place is secluded and there isn’t electricity ran this deep in the woods. The road in is private and I’m sure we’ll be safe until I break through her barrier and figure all this out.

  I no sooner walk into my dad’s house when my phone begins to ring. I pick up and hear House talking so fast I can’t understand him. “Slow down, man.”

  “She’s at the apartment, Moth. We’re watching her right now.”

  “I called and told her I would be back in an hour. What is she doing there? She knows it’s dangerous.”

  “She’s standing on a chair unscrewing a vent in the ceiling.” My eyes widen as I consider what she could be hiding from all of us. “Don’t hang up until you see what she pulls out.”

  It’s quiet for a few seconds and then I hear House loud and clear. “It’s a mini safe. She never opened it. She’s putting the vent back in place. Moth, she’s leaving the apartment. What should we do?”

  “Nothing. She just risked her safety to get something. I’m going to find out what it is.”

  “Keep us posted, boss. We’ll be here.”

  “Make sure you talk to that narcotics cop on my brother’s case. Get those files we need to cross reference. I want to know the dealers in the area. If you can, set up something with one of his informants. Scare the piss out of them if you have to. Get me answers.”