Cobra- The Vigilante Box Set 1

by Nicholas Bella

  “I can’t believe that happened,” Jordan said breathlessly. He raced over to me, springing on my lap, taking me by surprise. “Eric, you were fucking amazing in there. Everyone lived and they didn’t get robbed because of you. You saved us,” he gushed, then he leaned down, kissing me. His kiss was pretty intense and, as he leaned into me even more, I felt the hardness of his cock against my stomach.

  I grabbed him by his arms and pushed him back. “You don’t think I went too far?” I let his arms go.

  He shook his head and pulled his t-shirt off. Okay. Apparently, watching me kill two thugs had put him in the mood. I wasn’t going to lie, I was sporting a boner too. My adrenaline was still pumping fast and strong through my veins and I was raring to go.

  “You were fucking amazing and totally kickass. I mean, the way you took them out was so boss,” he said. “They would have killed us, I know it. I’m alive right now because of you. You are my hero, Eric.” He leaned forward, kissing me again. This time I didn’t push him off. I grabbed two handfuls of his round, firm ass and squeezed. God, his ass felt fantastic. I broke our kiss, then started sucking and nibbling his neck and shoulder. He leaned his head back, moaning as I devoured his flesh. I loved listening to the sounds he made while I worked him over. He moaned so sweetly.

  Lifting him with ease, I tossed him on the sofa, then leaned back, pulling off my shirt. He started unfastening his pants and I pulled my sweats down around my thighs, freeing my hard cock. In my rush to get to that gorgeous ass of his, I yanked his jeans off, then ripped off his underwear.

  “Fuck yeah,” I growled in lust as I pushed his legs back, exposing his dark, wrinkled pucker. I leaned down, wrapping my lips around his hole, and started lapping it with my tongue.

  “Ahhhh, yeah… Mmmm,” Jordan moaned in pleasure. He really loved getting rimmed and I loved licking a fine asshole just as much as I loved fucking one. My cock was raging like a mad bull ready to do some serious ramming as I tongued the hell out of his ass. I swirled my tongue around, enjoying the tiny folds of his flesh as I brought him extreme pleasure.

  “Ooooh shit!” Jordan cried out and I felt his legs jerk.

  I kept lapping and sucking until I knew he couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Fuck me, Eric,” Jordan purred, and that was all I needed as far as prompting went.

  I pulled my tongue out of his hole, then sat up. I had to shuffle quickly to the bedroom for one of our condoms and lube, then raced back as fast as I could with my sweats still hanging around my thighs. I tore the packet open with ease, slipped the rubber on my cock, and climbed back on the sofa as I added lube to my shaft. I threw his slender yet toned legs over my shoulders, then slid inside of him with a long shudder. He arched up against me, moaning in pleasure as I penetrated him until my balls hit his ass cheeks. I could feel his fingers gripping the back of my thighs as I started pumping my dick into him. Damn, he felt so fucking good. So hot and tight, a perfect ass chute if ever there was one. I sped up my pace, but made sure to hold back so I didn’t hurt him.

  I leaned down, kissing him again on his soft, full lips, savoring the flavor of him. I moaned as my cock grazed his prostate, sending spasms through his body. He arched against me and I decided to suck one of his nipples into my mouth.

  “Ooooh yeah,” Jordan purred in ecstasy. “God, your cock feels amazing.”

  “I know,” I said with his nipple between my teeth. I gave him a little nip and he jerked, then laughed. Reaching between us, I took hold of his cock and started pumping it in time with my strokes.

  “Ahhh yeah, just like that. Oh god…” Jordan panted as he arched again.

  “You like that?” I asked, knowing that he loved it, but I wanted to hear him say it.

  “Yeah… I love it. Oh shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” he said, biting his bottom lip.

  Hell yeah, making him cum was half of the point. The other half was making sure I came. I leaned down, sucking his other nipple into my mouth, and he cried out in pleasure again. I had him exactly where I wanted him. Slowly, I stroked his dick as I licked and kissed my way down to his cock. I decided to treat him to a trick and took him into my mouth as I kept my cock in his ass, pumping away.

  “Ahhh, oh god, I love when you do that!” he declared as he gripped two handfuls of my hair.

  I bet he did love it. I was fucking him and sucking him off at the same time. You have to be flexible as hell and have a long enough cock to pull off this stunt. I wrapped my hand around his dick, jerking it in time with my suction. He was filling my mouth with precum, so I knew he was about to blow his load soon. When I felt him grow stiff and his legs started trembling, I knew he was close. His cock became even stiffer in my mouth and then he screamed in ecstasy as cum squirted from his dick all over my tongue. I swallowed, savoring his sticky, salty-sweet cream. He quaked hard as he moaned and groaned during his climax. I kept fucking and sucking until he was completely drained, then I pulled back, licking my lips.

  Now it was my turn. I pushed his legs back against his chest so his knees were touching his shoulders, then braced myself as I pounded his ass fast. He was egging me on, begging me to cum inside of him, because he knew how much I loved nasty pillow talk.

  “You want this load?” I asked.

  “Yeah, give me everything you’ve got,” he taunted.

  “Fuck… ahhh shit… I’m close, baby,” I huffed as I milked my dick inside his ass.

  He was watching me, smiling and running his mouth, saying all kinds of kinky shit you wouldn’t think a guy like him would ever utter, which turned me on even more.

  “I’m fucking washing your mouth out with soap after I shoot my load,” I teased.

  “You love it. Come on, baby… give me your superspunk. Jizz my hole,” he sneered, and that set me off. It didn’t matter that I was wearing protection. Just the thought of my cum splashing around his ringed channel turned me on.

  I tensed and roared as my back went straight. I quaked twice, then froze as my cock fired off several thick wads of cum inside of him. After the first few jets, I twitched some more as I continued to unload. Jordan moaned as I filled the condom inside his ass, he even reached for my nipples, pinching them both while I came. He played close, special attention to my left nipple, which was pierced. It was the only piercing I had and it was very popular. I collapsed on top of him as the last of my jizz dribbled out of my slit.

  We were both breathing hard and moaning in the aftermath of great sex for the time being. I could tell I was constricting his breathing a little, so I pulled back, sitting against the sofa. He lowered his legs, resting them on my thighs, and we just chilled and relished this little time we had where nothing mattered. I didn’t know how many minutes had passed before Jordan decided to break the silence.

  “You have a calling, Eric.”

  “A what?” I looked at him and he sat up, leaning back on his hands.

  “You have a calling. I mean, you have all of these really fucking amazing abilities… you should be doing more with them,” he clarified.

  “Ahhh, not this again. Besides, I am doing something with them.”

  He huffed and swung his legs off my lap to sit up straight. “You know what I mean. Right now, we’re just working jobs for whoever is willing to pay us money. You’re better than that. You can help people who would be victims otherwise.”

  I shook my head. “I told you, I’m not some superh—”

  “Yeah, I’ve heard that song and dance before,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “Tell that to the people you’ve saved. I know I couldn’t have been your first. You have a strong moral code. It’s in there somewhere, buried under all of that self-preservation and bravado. More importantly, you have abilities most people don’t have. You’re almost obligated to do something with them other than being someone’s errand boy.”

  “Hey, I’m not a fucking errand boy,” I snapped.

  “You could be greater than what you are now, Eric,” Jordan said, touching my s
houlder.

  “You’ve read too many comic books,” I remarked.

  “And here I sit with the real thing,” he retorted. “You need to answer your higher calling.”

  I scoffed and stood up, snatching the condom off, then tossed it into the trash can across the room. I pulled my sweats off since they were splattered with that asshole’s blood, and then stalked over, naked, to the fridge, grabbing another cold beer. I twisted the cap off with my bare hands like I always did, before tilting it up to my lips.

  He turned so that he was facing me. “People out there need you, Eric. Come on, you were once a soldier, so that meant you cared about protecting your country and its people.”

  I snorted. “And yeah, where in the fuck did that get me? I cared about it so much, giving my life to my country, that I got suckered into joining some crazy ass terrorist group thinking I was going to become some super soldier.”

  Jordan sighed. “From what you’ve told me, you thought you were joining the CIA.”

  “I did. They lied to me because I was too gun-ho for that shit. They knew I wouldn’t ask that many questions and I didn’t.”

  “They betrayed your good intentions. That’s not your fault. But if you don’t make the best of what you have, then you let them win.”

  “Shit, I don’t know about this, Jordan. There’s a risk factor,” I said, then I downed the rest of my beer and kind of felt the room tilt a little. Damn, I should have taken my time drinking that one.

  “And I get that, but what are you doing with your life if you could do more with it and won’t? On the day you die, will you have any regrets?” Jordan posed a really good question, which put me in quite a dilemma.

  “I don’t want to bring unwanted attention to myself,” I pointed out.

  “Who’s to say you won’t anyway? Don’t live in fear. Besides, they think you’re dead and you’re stronger now than you were then. You know yourself better now, you won’t be their victim anymore, Eric.” He climbed off of the sofa and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Be the hero I know you can be.”

  I hugged him back and sighed. The little shit had a way of getting under my skin and into my conscience. “You know I’m not some boy scout,” I stated.

  “No, really? I didn’t know that.” He looked up at me, grinning.

  “Fucking wise ass,” I said, then leaned down, kissing him again. “This better not come back to bite me on my invincible ass. Okay, if I’m going to do this vigilante shit, I’m going to need a way to hide my identity.”

  “Oh!” he yelped and let me go. “Let me handle that. I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first night we met.”

  “Yeah, I bet. Whatever you come up with better not involve colorful shit or tights. Fuck those capes, too,” I said.

  “Don’t worry, I have the perfect outfit in mind.”

  “I don’t want to look anything like that weirdo, the Crimson Fuckface, or whatever he calls himself,” I called out as I made my way to the bathroom with a little stumble. That beer, or maybe it was the one I had before this one, was making a reappearance. I had to piss.

  “The Crimson Fury,” Jordan called out. “And no, it won’t look like his costume, though I like his.”

  “Yeah, you would, fucking nerd,” I muttered as I relieved myself. I hated the dude’s costume. Saw a picture of it online. Some yellow and red monstrosity. I mean, just because you could control fire didn’t mean you should go around looking like a damn flame.

  “What do you have against Crimson Fury?” Jordan asked from the doorway.

  I shrugged. “Don’t really know him. I know he’s been named the Son of New Dolton. He’s their shining beacon.”

  “Oooh, do I detect a hint of jealousy?” Jordan asked with a wicked grin.

  I rolled my eyes. “You detect my annoyance.”

  “They accepted him as a hero because he uses his abilities to do what’s right.”

  “Yeah, well, I don’t think he’d approve of what I did tonight. Just seems a bit judgmental to me. One of those goody-two-shoe types.” I shook my cock, letting the last drops of piss fall into the toilet, flushed, and then washed my hands.

  “Don’t worry about him. You do you,” Jordan said, smiling at the possibilities of me as a night crusader. “Oh, and while you’re doing you, try to avoid getting caught.”

  I giggled at that. Yeah, I was definitely feeling the effects of the booze. Certain things about me stayed the same after I went through the experiments. For one thing, my less than perfect vision. My nipple piercing and tattoos were still there, thank goodness. Because of my skin, I couldn’t get any more. And my sex drive. One more thing had improved in addition to my other abilities, I had great stamina these days.

  I thought about what I was considering, thanks to Jordan. A part of me couldn’t fathom why I was even letting him talk me into doing this. But then, when I really gave it thought, he was right. So that was why I was going along with it, finally. He had worn me down. “First, let’s focus on finding new digs. I’ll check out some places on the west side.”

  “Oooh, perfect. That will put us right into the thick of some of the city’s most dangerous neighborhoods.”

  I frowned. “You are a little too excited right now.”

  “I know. I can’t help it. You’re about to become a real life superhero, and a hot one at that.”

  Well, no point in arguing with those facts, except that I felt like I was more of the anti-hero type. I just didn’t have it in me to be completely self-sacrificing and stand on a one-hundred percent moral high ground. I could sleep just fine at night with blood on my hands. Speaking of sleep, I could use some right now.

  “All right, I need to get some Z’s, plus, I think I’m a little drunk.” I walked past Jordan and headed straight for my bed, climbing in under the covers. “You coming?”

  “I came already, you did too.”

  I chuckled. “Speaking of cum, when are we going to fuck without the condoms?”

  “When we decide we won’t be fucking other people.”

  “I don’t think I can get any diseases.”

  “Do you know that for sure?”

  “I have superhealing abilities,” I pointed out.

  “For those little bruises that you get when shot or stabbed. Or for when you get drunk for like five minutes. We don’t know how your body will react to the HIV virus. So until I have definitive proof that you’re fully immune, we’re keeping condoms in our bedroom,” Jordan said, putting his foot down.

  I sighed in resignation. “That mouth of yours. I’d fill it if I wasn’t drunk and tired.”

  “Um-hmm, go on, rest. I’ll join you shortly.”

  I nodded, then snuggled up to my pillow and that was that.

  Chapter Three

  I sat on a bench in the park, agitated as fuck because I was tired as hell. Three hours sleep was torture, even for one with as much stamina as I had. I checked my watch for the third time, it was five minutes to seven. I probably wouldn’t be as tired if I hadn’t had to get up at five forty-five in the fucking morning to be able to make it to this meeting in time. I really should have charged them double the amount they were paying us.

  At seven, I watched an older gentleman in a dark business suit and hat walk towards me. He took a seat on the bench and smiled in my direction. If this was my contact, I hoped he didn’t ask for some stupid ass secret word, because I didn’t have any.

  “Mr. Tanner told me that you have our property,” he said without looking at me.

  Mr. Tanner, I smiled to myself. Jordan’s fake name. I guess I shouldn’t make fun of him and his aliases. If I was going to go through with this crime-fighting life choice, then I needed to come up with an alias of my own. Anyway…

  I nodded. “Do you have the money?” I asked, hoping this guy wasn’t going to try to pull a stunt. It was early as fuck and I wasn’t on my game completely, but I would still kill the shit out of him if he tried to screw us over.


  He reached into his coat and I tensed. “Relax,” he said, then removed a white piece of paper, extending it to me.

  I took it and looked at the series of numbers on it. “What the fuck is this?” I asked.

  “Give that to Mr. Tanner and the money will be transferred into your account,” he explained.

  “I was under the impression we’d be receiving money,” I said.

  “That wasn’t the deal we made with Mr. Tanner. Go on, contact him,” the man replied.

  Ugh, I didn’t like this kind of bullshit. I was expecting a fucking envelope with cold, hard cash in it…preferably small bills. “You’ll have to forgive me if I’d like to confirm the transfer went through before I relinquish your package.”

  “Of course. We’re on the up-and-up,” he reassured me.

  “We’ll see,” I said. Then reached into my pocket, pulling out my cell, and called Jordan.

  He answered. “Did he give you the transfer information?” he asked me in an excited tone.

  “Yeah,” I deadpanned. It took a lot for me not to roll my eyes at this point. “Are you ready?”

  “I am, give me the numbers.”

  I rattled them off and waited to hear back from him if it went through. About a minute later, he gave me the confirmation and I hung up. “Looks like everything went according to plan,” I said, pulling the flash drive out of my pocket and handing it over to the man.

  “Thank you. Now, before you leave, you don’t mind if I check to see if this is what we’ve just paid for?”

  “It better be, or what I went through last night was all for nothing,” I remarked, and gestured for him to check. He gave me a somewhat confused and curious expression before he reached over towards his briefcase and removed one of those fancy laptops that was super thin. I guess he was curious as to what could have been so difficult for me. He had no idea. I waited as he inserted the drive and confirmed its contents.

  He smiled and nodded, removing the drive and putting both it and the laptop away. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.”