“Alright. I’m just in a bit of a bind. First you and now her… all of this is making me look bad. You’ve gotta help me out here.”
“Why do you think I feel obligated to help you out?” Tyson was close to the 5 minute mark, and he could see how he was getting pulled into this bullshit story. “On the other hand, never mind. I can’t help you.” Tyson hung up when his phone said 4 minutes 55 seconds.
Bruce: I wasn’t trying to locate you I just wanted your help. I’m going to be on the run if I can’t find that girl. I’m in deeper than the fiasco with you. I’m going to be at The Flamingo Rose tomorrow night. Come share a drink with me for old times’ sake. No one but us. I have to get a few things off my chest.
Tyson didn’t want to get involved in this, but thinking about Bruce and his family made him soften up a little, so he texted back:
I’ll think about it
Bruce: I’ll be there around 7AM – no tricks or games you know I’m good for it if I tell you that. I hope to see you there.
What a fucking dilemma this was. He had a person from his past who – until recently – wanted to end his future and a person in his present whose past he was unsure of. What he needed to do was get the hell out of town and let them all work this out without him, but how could he turn her in to these ruthless men when she had gone out of her way to save him? He couldn’t, but maybe he could share a meal with an ex friend in an open place and hope he could get him off Ella’s scent for a bit. There had to be something she could do to negate their trumped up charges.
He ordered the four Enchiladas, two smothered burritos, and six steak tacos hoping that the large amounts of food would be enough to fill her stomach. He still remembered she’d eaten more than a whole pizza by herself. She was small and cute, but she could pack it away like no one he’d ever seen before.
Sitting in the living room that was bare of anything that wasn’t non-essential, he took a minute to clear his mind. There was one couch, one television, and emptiness, because he’d never meant to live here. It was his just-in-case apartment that held his money and trinkets, and he was glad he had it. His mind whirled with thoughts of his current situation and how to get out of it, but there were beginning to be too many players and circumstances in the game. If Bruce could be trusted, and Tyson believed he could be, an extension and a clear name was a one of a kind deal that wouldn’t be offered again.
Tyson must have nodded off because the knock at the door startled him and had him reaching for his weapon, but he remembered where he was and that he was expecting someone. That didn’t stop him from cautiously looking out the window to check who was there before he opened it. The Hispanic man on the other side of the window nodded with his head as his hands were loaded down with food.
It had only been an hour since he’d knocked out the woman who confused his thoughts and made this at one time decisive man, indecisive. He wasn’t any closer to a firm decision than he was when he sat on the thick, soft corduroy couch an hour ago. Not liking how this made him feel or the way he kept looking at the door of the bedroom that he closed after he left, Tyson began taking the food out of the restaurant bags. Either the smell of the food or his strong thoughts had brought Ella from the bedroom looking rumpled and cute. Cute? What the hell was the matter with him?
“I smell you got food,” she said, and he could tell that her nervousness was back. He wanted to relieve that for her, but he didn’t think he was going to be able to right now because he wasn’t sure what the next step was. He didn’t think he’d come to any conclusions yet about her, but he knew there was something about her that made him not want this to be over. It was probably just her pussy, but he thought he’d keep her around until he knew for sure.
“Thought you said something about eating before you went to bed,” he said still not wanting to look at her this close especially when she looked like sex personified. He wasn’t as mad as he was before, and it was possible that he was even working up to a bit of understanding. That said, it could be possible that she was up to something else. That was the trouble with honesty – when you found out someone has been less than honest, you wondered what else they had up their sleeve.
“Points for not admitting that you rocked my world and put me to sleep.”
“In this game, I’ll take all the points I can get,” he answered honestly.
She went to the kitchen and rummaged around until she found some paper plates. They loaded up their plates in silence and sat together to eat.
“I know you have questions, Tyson, and I’m happy to give you answers.”
She must have been serious because she wasn’t eating as much as he’d seen her eat, and she looked pensive throughout the meal.
“You are a very complex person, and it’s hard to get a grip on what’s going on with you. You found me in a bar and by coincidence I just happen to be the person someone was going to pay you thousands of dollars to find.” He looked at her now to see if he thought she was telling the truth or if she was just a great con woman.
“That does sound unbelievable, and I can see why you are having issues with me not being honest from the start. If you would have told me your real name from the start, it would have been a different story.”
“So you’re saying that this is all my fault?”
“I’m not saying that, but you weren’t very forthcoming with your name, and that would have made a big difference in how I treated you. The other thing is…” Ella took a deep breath and started again. “I told you that I’d just gotten out of prison and I couldn’t find a job, but I didn’t tell you that it was partially the fault of the Highway Reapers that put me there.”
She’d mentioned some of this, but he didn’t find it as important then as he did now.
“I had been going through some things and decided to score a small bag of cocaine to escape life for a while. Little did I know, the Reapers were being followed by the police, and a bust was made when I bought from them. What I didn’t know was the guy who sold me the stuff put his stash in my purse and then said I was selling to him.” Ella looked pissed as though the situation had just happened, and he couldn’t blame her.
“The police believed that?”
“I don’t know if they believed it or not, but I had the stuff in my purse and possession is 9/10th of the law, or so I was told.” She moved her food around on her plate and took a few bites every once in a while, but she definitely wasn’t eating like she usually did.
“Why did you work with them again?” He wondered why she would put so much faith in the group that had done her dirty.
“I couldn’t find a job, and I had run out of the money I’d gotten from a friend inside. The money wasn’t something I thought I could pass up, but when you told me who you really were, I knew I wouldn’t be able to turn you in.” She didn’t look at him when she said this, and the sorrow that shined through in her posture made him believe what she was saying.
“Did you want to?” He asked wondering why he wanted her to say something negative. Maybe so he wouldn’t feel too bad if he had to do it to her to save his own neck.”
“When they first offered me the assignment, I wasn’t sure I wanted any parts of it. During my time in prison, I decided I was going to go the straight and narrow. I wasn’t going to do any drugs or get into any trouble, but I tried all the usual ways to get employment, and it’s nearly impossible.”
She looked at him after staring at her plate during her speech, and her bright shiny eyes were a testament to how she felt about what she was saying.
“I didn’t think about it, really, they gave me the name, the name of a few places where they thought you might hang out, and a general description. What they should have given me was a picture, but hindsight is 20/20.” She let out a big breath as if what she said took everything she had, and he still didn’t know what to do about his situation.
“Are you done eating?” He didn’t know how to respond to what she’d told him, so he thought changin
g the subject would be the best thing to do. She wasn’t really eating anything anyway, and her food was just being dragged around her plate.
“You aren’t going to forgive me, are you?” She sounded sad, but he couldn’t let himself be swayed. He’d saved her ass a few hours ago, and that was enough for now.
“I don’t know what’s going on, Ella, and I’m trying to work out a few things for myself. It’s hard for me to trust in the first place, but once I find that the person in question would be able to lie to me with a straight face. I don’t know if I want to forgive you, because there is rarely honor among thieves.”
“I understand that, Tyson, I truly do, but I’m just asking that you consider what I’ve told you. I’m telling you that I was desperate, but I never turned you in. Bruce called me, and I talked to him when I thought you were asleep. You asked me who I was talking to, but I couldn’t tell you that I was trying to get you more time.” She was good at pleading her case, but he just needed her to stop.
“How about we just let it settle down and talk about this another time. It’s been a long day, and we both have some thinking to do.”
She got up and started putting everything away. “Why don’t you go sit on the couch, and I’ll come over when I’m done.”
He wasn’t going to complain about that. It seemed like talking to her now wasn’t anything like it was less than 24 hours ago. Edgy, raw, and questioning. That was how he felt with every conversation, and he didn’t like it. They needed a new plan, and he needed to figure out if he was going to be doing this mission alone or with a partner. Her sorrow was eating him alive, and this situation couldn’t be good for either one of them.
Television had never interested him, but he found a baseball game that he could watch, but before he could figure out who was winning. he had a nice warm body straddling his lap. This was something they could do with no problem… they were good at this. He wasn’t sure of what all he could give her at this time, but he could give her all of the sexual, physical stuff she could handle. She kissed his mouth like it was an attack, and he loved it. Desperate and needy. He shouldn’t think that was attractive, and he shouldn’t have wanted more. If this little wildcat wanted to be fucked hard, she was in for a treat because the mood he was in wasn’t for soft kisses and love taps.
He grabbed her head in his hands to stop her frantic movements and let her know that she was going to get what she wanted if she moved to the beat of his drum… not the other way around. His eyes were open as he assessed how she was handling what he was doing. She writhed on his lap, but she had calmed down her kiss to submit to his.
She seemed to be willing to accept what he was dishing out as she rolled her hips, rubbing her pussy against his jeans. He’d be damned if his pants were going to get the pleasure of her wetness before his cock did, so he moved her so she couldn’t grind against him.
“Please,” she said with a whimper, and that made him want to deny her even more.
She broke away, moved off him completely and pulled down her pants before laying down across his lap. Her round ass looked like it needed to be pinkened up a bit as it was just a little bit peachier than her white cotton panties. No way had she known about that little fetish; he’d only done it a few times with a girlfriend who liked to be spanked, but he loved doing it. It turned him on when a woman offered herself to him; it was the ultimate turn on. He wanted to make sure that was what this was.
“What do you want from me?” He asked and tried to clear his throat because his voice had become gruff with arousal.
She looked at him over his shoulder and shrugged.
“I don’t like to play games where I don’t know the rules. The way we’ve been spotty with our communication, I’d need a verbal indication of what you’d like.”
“Spank me,” she said with a whisper.
He looked down at her offering and could feel his pants tighten as his cock swelled even harder than it was before. This wasn’t something he expected, but fuck if he didn’t want it. His large, tanned hand was such a contrast to her pale smooth cheeks, and he found himself fascinated by the look of them together. Rubbing his hand up the crack of her ass made the underwear get lodged between her cheeks, making it look innocent and obscene at the same time.
Crack.
He gave her one smart smack to her left cheek, and she stiffened for a second before a shiver moved through her body exiting in a shaky breath that let him know this was really what she wanted. Good. That would make this after dinner snack just a touch more delicious.
“Do you have a safe word you’d like to use in case you want me to stop?” He was torn between wanting to make sure she was safe and not asking too many questions so she would change her mind. The safety was the winner because as much as he wanted to warm her buns to a nice deep pink, he wanted to make sure she was all in.
“I don’t need one,” she said with her breath coming out like she had been holding it. He continued petting her round ass, enjoying the anticipation they were both feeling waiting for the next swat to land, but if she didn’t want to play by the rules, then there would be no game.
“If you don’t have a safe word, then we don’t continue. It’s as simple as that.” He prepared to push her off his lap, but before he could start the process she stopped him.
“Wait,” she said looking over her shoulder, “forgive me.”
“I said I was working on that, Ella, and I make no promises.” Tyson knew she was relentless when she wanted something, but he wasn’t going to tell her that he would forgive her because he got to warm her ass.
“No. I mean I want my safe word to be ‘forgive me.’” Ella sounded like she wanted to say that louder, but her voice cracked right in the middle of it.
This woman was good. It was as if she knew what to say to cause the most emotional response. She was either the most sincere person he’d met or the best con in the business. He needed to find which one she was quick, fast, and in a hurry.
“I accept your choice.” He watched her return to how she was laying before, and she just waited. Not one to sit around and sort out feelings, he didn’t really know what to think about any of this. Most of the blood that should have been going to his brain was filling his cock, and his mind was scrambled. One thing at a time… that’s all he could do at this point.
Tyson started again rubbing all over her ass before he surprised her again with a quick smart tap to her other cheek. She was pushing up on her toes to lift her ass higher in the air, and that was all the invitation he needed to give her more of what they both wanted.
The taps were quick as he went from one cheek to the next trying to even up the color of her left and right butt cheek. It felt like he was playing an instrument because she yelped with every tap. Each and every one of them. He stopped because he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest, and her bumping around on his lap was better than any lap dance he’d ever gotten.
She moaned when he paused to get himself in check, but then she spread her legs and started rocking her hips against him. He wasn’t sure, but he figured she wanted a little more action on her pussy so he peeled down her panties leaving them around her knees, and she opened her legs even wider to either get more relief or show off her sexy pussy. He cupped her mound to see how effective these swats were in getting her to the point where he could slide in easily. Using two fingers, he slid into her wetness and groaned when she fucked them like he’d inserted his cock.
Soaked. Ella’s juices dripped over his fingers, and he couldn’t stop the thrust of his hips to relieve some of the ache. Using his wet fingers, he opened up his pants and let his cock lay across his stomach. It wasn’t time for him to get relief, but his dick would be strangled to death if he didn’t do something.
“Please, more,” she moaned, sounding like the late night sex workers trying to get you to say more for their $2.99 per minute charge. Each time he smacked her sweet cheeks, it seemed to affect both of them, and he didn’t k
now how much longer he was going to be able to spank her without release. Her bottom was bright pink, and he rubbed his palm over her smooth skin as she rotated her hips to get relief anyway she could. Her buns were warmer than they were when he first started, but it had nothing on the inferno that was going on in his pants.
“Get up,” he said in barely more than a whisper. He was so stimulated it felt like if the current in the air changed too quickly, he’d come in his pants like a boy with his first taste of a woman. Fuck if that was going to happen. He wanted to be inside her when he erupted.
She moved quickly, shedding all her clothes in the time it took for him to get his cock out and sheathed in a condom. Without having to be told, she was face down and ass up on the couch waiting for him to enter her. Taking a moment to just look at the pretty picture she presented, he tried to calm himself down or this would be over as soon as it started. He heard her moan and was brought out of his thoughts wondering how long he’d stood there slowly stroking his hard cock while his gaze caressed her body.
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