by Jacob Chance
“Kill me... please kill me,” he whispers.
I walk back behind the desk on uneasy legs, dropping the gun into one of my desk drawers and pull out a bottle of Jameson to steady my nerves. After two quick shots I am calmed enough to realize what needs to happen next.
Forty-five minutes later I’m back in my car after dropping Scott off at the police station. I called his father and filled him in on the events of tonight and what Scott confessed to me. I’m officially done with Scott Johnson’s case. My charity ended with not shooting him.
***
One week later
Kenna’s arms wrapped around my waist and the soft weight of her breasts against my back have been teasing me for the past two hours that we’ve been riding around on my motorcycle. This is only the second time she’s ever been out on it and with winter approaching in only another six weeks, we had to take advantage of the Indian summer weather we’re having right now.
We pull up in front of the garage and Kenna gracefully maneuvers off the bike to open the garage door for me. I drive the bike in, parking in the usual spot. She presses the button just inside the door, closing us inside the garage. The lighting is dim, the only illumination coming from the windows on the two large doors.
I shift into neutral and keep the engine running, while I remain straddling the bike. Kenna takes her helmet off, shaking her long dark tresses all around her shoulders. My breath halts for a second while my eyes track her every movement. She’s so fucking beautiful; it’s difficult to believe she’s all mine. I’m not sure how I got so lucky, but I’m sure as hell not going to fuck it up. I tell her everyday how much I love her and show her in every possible way I can imagine.
I undo the chin strap, remove my brain bucket and hang it on one of the handlebars. When I crook my finger at Kenna, she saunters over with an impish smile on her face like she can read my mind. Does she know what I have planned for her right now? When she gets close enough, I reach out and hook my arm around her waist, pulling her to me. Our chests crash together, our lips collide and my hand slides from the small of her back down to caress her curvy ass. Her hand goes to my cock, tracing the shape through my jeans. Her fingers move to the button, deftly undoing it and sliding down the zipper seconds later. The sensation of her hand wrapping around my cock has me groaning into her mouth. She slides her hand up and down my length, keeping the pace slow and the pressure of her grip strong. I pull my mouth from hers, my eyes drift shut while I focus on what she’s doing to me. I inhale a sharp breath when her warm, wet mouth surrounds me, sliding from the tip almost all the way down. Oh Jesus. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the sensation of her taking me in all the way to the back of her throat. It’s fucking incredible. She swallows and I can feel her throat muscles constricting around me. It’s enough to almost make me lose control. I grip her hair and pull her mouth up to meet mine in a wet kiss.
“Get undressed now,” I order.
She unzips her sweatshirt and drops it to the floor, before removing her t-shirt and bra. My eyes study the perfection of her body as she removes her boots, jeans and panties. My cock is so hard right now with my need to be buried inside her.
“My socks are staying on. The concrete is too cold.” She giggles, before walking the few steps to me. I take her in from the top of her wild hair down to the striped knee socks she’s still wearing. Who knew socks could be so sexy? She holds still, hands clasped in front of her, waiting for my instructions. I love that she lets me take control. I move back on the seat to make room for her in front of me.
I pat the seat in front of me. “Climb on here; get on your knees.” I help her get into the position I’ve been thinking about for years now. Goddamn, seeing her on her knees in front of me, on my motorcycle is one of my favorite fantasies come to life. I can’t even imagine how many times I’ve jerked off to thoughts of her in this very position. I reach inside one of the pockets on my jacket and pull out my handcuffs – I came prepared.
“Hold onto the handlebars,” I order and move her hands where I want them. I cuff one of her wrists and wrap the chain around the bar before cuffing her other one. I slide off the blue bandana wrapped around my head, place it over Kenna’s eyes and retie it. Now she’s at my mercy. My fingers trail down the middle of her spine and she shivers, arching her back for me.
“That’s it, Amor de mi vida. Are you greedy for cock?” I cup the fullness of her ass in both of my hands and squeeze its softness. I groan at how fucking incredible she looks like this. I slide my dick back and forth along her slit, slowly trailing through her juices.
She pushes her ass back toward me. “Yes. Take me...please.”
I line my cock up with her entrance and thrust inside her. We both moan. This position has her pussy squeezing my dick so tight. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I draw back and thrust into her again, this time twisting the throttle to rev the engine at the same time. The vibrations from the V-twin engine, only increase our pleasure. My left hand skates around her waist and down her stomach to play with her clit, the right one revs the engine while I thrust my cock into her at the same time. Fuck. I find a rhythm for all three motions until I know I can’t hold on much longer. I strum her clit faster and increase the pace of my thrusts until I’m pounding into her. I release the throttle and cup her breast with my hand, rolling my thumb around her nipple. She moans when her orgasm hits. I can feel the walls of her clenching around my cock and my release hits me hard and fast. I collapse on her back and nuzzle her ear.
“I love you, Kenna. I’m going to marry you someday soon. I’m not fucking waiting and I might not even ask you. I might just drag you down to the courthouse and make you officially mine.”
She giggles. When I remove the bandana from her eyes, she turns her head glancing at me with a smile playing on her enticing lips.
“Is tomorrow soon enough?”
***
“Here, let me get that for you.” I hold the door for my precious girl and once we’re inside the lobby of the building she pauses.
“Thank you. I was wondering how I was going to manage unlocking the door with all this.” She gestures with her chin, at the two paper bags of groceries in her arms.
“I’m Zachary, but you can call me Zack, I just moved into the vacant apartment on the second floor.”
She smiles at me and my heart pounds. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. Why does she affect me like this?
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Zack. I’m Lana and apparently we’re neighbors. You’ve moved into the unit right next to mine.”
I grin at her. I already know your name precious girl. “It’s great to meet you Lana. Let me carry those for you.” I take one bag from her and she hands me the other one without any objection. Good girl. I like her obedience. My eyes meet her large green ones. I wonder if she finds me attractive. Most women do; I hope she does. Her skin is so fair that the tiny freckles on her adorable nose and along the apples of her cheeks look like cinnamon sprinkled all over. My mouth waters. I want to taste each one. I wonder what she’d taste like. Would she be spicy or sweet? I can’t wait to find out. I need to know.
From the first glimpse of the gorgeous redhead, the night I followed Kenna to Quake, I was consumed. All night I watched her, instead of watching Kenna like I originally planned. Watched the way she threw her head back when she laughed, her long red hair tumbling past her shoulders. Watched her tongue make a slow trek around the rim of her margarita glass, licking up the salt. Watched her hips sensually sway to the slow music and grind to the pounding beat. I watched her all night long; watched her be oblivious to me and I promised myself it wouldn’t be long before we would meet.
Lana – even her name is sexy. Something about her is different – something I don’t understand. My reaction to her is something that’s never happened to me before.
I’ve been enamored with her for weeks now. I’ve been in her apartment numerous times, eaten her food and imagined what
it would be like to be with her. I have to have her. I have to possess her. I have to own her; until the ultimate goal is reached. Until my end game becomes a reality...
I’m going to make her fall in love with me.
Soon there will be no secrets between us.
The end
PENALTY
Copyright 2016 Jacob Chance
Releasing December 2016
Unedited Excerpt
Prologue
August
I grunt at the sting of her long nails digging furrows into the skin on my back and thrust my cock into her even harder. She moans in my ear and her hands move down to grip my ass. Her legs squeeze my hips like a vise as I pound into her deeper and deeper. I’m surprised by how good of a fuck she is. A lot of the time I find easy pussy is lazy pussy, but she’s proving to be a nice exception. I don’t even mind that she’s older than the women I usually fuck. She’s hot with her red hair, bright pink painted lips and a rack that won’t quit.
Her pussy is starting to quiver around my cock now. I rub my fingers over her clit and circle around it while I slam my dick as hard as I can into her. She shrieks like a wild cat as she trembles through her orgasm. I pull out of her and remove the condom before stroking my cock until I release all over her stomach. I never come inside easy pussy. I don’t need some gold digger looking for a free ride, claiming I’m their baby’s daddy. What would be even worse is actually being their baby’s daddy. Jesus. That’s why I always wrap and pull. I like to think of it as being proactive.
I grab some tissues off the hotel nightstand and wipe her stomach clean. I’m such a gentleman. She stretches and yawns loudly as I slide my boxer briefs on.
“Where are you going sugar?” She asks posing provocatively on her side. I step into my jeans and pull them up over my hips. “I have some place else to go,” I reply as I button and zip my pants.
“Are you sure I can’t talk you into round two?” She traces a long red nail around her nipple.
My dick twitches at the thought of another go in her tight pussy, but I have to finish unpacking my stuff. Two of my friends and I just moved into a new apartment off campus. There’s still a lot to be done before classes begin in a few more days.
“No, sorry I can’t.” I walk toward the door. “I gotta run. Maybe some other time sweetie.” I pull the hotel room door open and give her a quick wave before I go.
I close the door, whistling as I head down the hallway toward the exit, the woman I just fucked already all but forgotten.
Chapter One
Brady
Early November
I grunt from the impact as the air expels from me when I’m tackled the to the ground. The crowd loudly cheers and I know my pass to my roommate Lucas one of our team’s wide receivers, hit its mark. The sound of a shrill whistle nearby cuts through all the sounds of celebration.
My buddy Zeke, one of the offensive linemen holds his hand out for me, pulling me up. He pats me on the ass.
“You okay man?” he asks. “That was a hard hit and a late one.”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I say picking grass out of the side of my face mask and throwing it to the ground. My body is wracked with pain, but I shake it off. I don’t have time to think about it; we have a game to win.
The announcement comes over the sound system calling for a penalty against the opposing team for roughing the passer. I’m glad the officials got their heads outta their asses this time. There have been two other plays just like this one and they turned a blind eye both times.
Their penalty earns us an extra fifteen yards and lines us up on their ten-yard line with only thirty seconds left on the clock. We’re down by three and need at least a field goal to tie it up, but we’ve got great field position. At 1st and goal we’ve got four downs to get in the end zone. We’re going to get the touchdown; I can feel it in my gut.
My fingers tingle as I wait for the ball to be snapped to me. This happens to me in high pressure situations like this one. The sound of the crowd gets drowned out in my head, my focus is complete. I have tunnel vision. Some people call it the eye of the tiger, others call it the killer instinct. I think both of those terms are too dramatic for what it really is. I’m good under pressure. I make shit happen on the field when it needs to. I’m a playmaker.
The ball is snapped to me. I take two steps back, and roll around to the right to avoid being tackled. My eyes scan the end zone for Lucas before I draw my arm back and release the ball. It’s right on target and he catches it smoothly before spiking it. I run over to him and we bump chests.
“Fucking A Brady. That’s how it’s done,” Lucas shouts.
“Yeah my arm makes you look better than you really are.” He laughs and I whack him on the back. The rest of our teammates on the field surround us, celebrating our win. The cheers of the crowd are deafening. This victory tastes even sweeter than most. We just beat our biggest rivals.
***
“Jesus, could they invite some more fucking people?” I ask my buddy Zeke when another person bumps into me. The room is full of college co-eds and even with my excessive size I’m having difficulty navigating through it. Being surrounded by people like this isn’t something I’m comfortable with. I don’t like being crowded it pisses me off. I know there’s a scowl on my face, but I don’t really care. I love a party just as much as the rest of my frat brothers, but right now I just want to enjoy my beer in peace and quiet. One of the drawbacks of no longer living in the frat house is that I can’t escape to my room whenever I need a break or when I want to enjoy some alone time with whoever the lucky lady I choose is that night.
“Hey man I’m gonna step outside for some fresh air. This crowd is too much for me.” I run my hand through my blonde hair.
Zeke smiles. “Yeah, I can tell. You have your mean mug on now. You’re going to scare all the ladies away with that face.”
I smirk and point at my chiseled jawline. “The ladies love this face no matter what expression’s on it.”
He laughs and holds his fist out. I bump it with mine. “True story Linc,” Zeke says, calling me by my nickname. My last name is Lincoln and a lot of people prefer to call me Linc. I don’t really care which one they use.
“I don’t know why they all love you so much when you’re such an asshole, but it works for you,” he says and then takes a sip of his beer, the red solo cup covering his face.
“I keep telling you that women don’t want to be treated well. They don’t appreciate that. They all want an asshole—a bad boy and I’m more than happy to be that for them. I get pussy whenever I want and I don’t have to bother with the hearts and fucking flowers bullshit that they don’t really want anyway. It’s a win-win for everyone involved.” I poke him in his chest. “One of these days you’ll drop the good guy act and lose that girlfriend of yours. Then you’ll realize what you’re missing out on. It’s inevitable. You’re only twenty-two man, no one should settle down at that age.” Zeke playfully shoves me back away from him.
“Dude, you’re such a dickhead when it comes to women. Someday you’ll meet a girl who’ll knock you on your ass and you won’t even know what hit you.” He smiles. “I can’t fucking wait.”
I shove his chest. “Fuck off with that bullshit. It’s never going to happen. I’m never going to have a ball and chain around my ankle. I’ll stick with some full red lips wrapped around my dick instead.” I wink at him and he fist bumps me.
“I’ll give you that. Lips around the ole shaft is where it’s at, but it’s even better when it’s the same pair all the time.”
“Sure dude. Keep convincing yourself of that.” I pat him on his thick chest and walk toward the kitchen for a refill. There are a few people playing poker at the round table in the corner of the room. I grab a red solo cup and fill it with ice from the freezer. I chuck my empty beer bottle in the recycling bin. My eyes scan all the bottles of liquor lined up on the counter. What am I in the mood for? I spot a bottle of Jack Daniels on the f
ar left and pour some over the ice. The frozen cubes crack when the room temperature liquid makes contact with them and my mouth waters as I think about taking the first sip. I add some coke and stir it all with a straw I grabbed from the box on the granite counter. I toss the straw in the trash and take the first sip of the cool mixture. It’s better than I anticipated and I exhale a sigh of satisfaction. This is what I needed--less people and a stiff drink.
I move toward the back exit off the kitchen. There’s a large deck that spans the width of the house and it was one of my favorite places to hang out when I lived here. Just as I open the door someone crashes into me, spilling their drink all down the front of my shirt.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I snap. The cotton tee clings to me now, soaked with beer. The pungent scent of it is all I can smell. I step back inside the kitchen and look for a towel.
“I’m sorry.” A breathless female voice answers.
“Ever heard of watching where you’re going?” I scowl and pull the soaked material away from my skin before grabbing the white dish towel hanging on the handle of the cabinet. I rub the large stain and it feels slightly less uncomfortable when I’m done.
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect you to be there when I opened the door. You startled me.” Her voice is soft and has a husky quality I find extremely sexy. I throw the towel down on the counter and turn around to see if the face and body match the hot tones of her voice. Once my eyes see the girl standing in front of me, nothing else registers. She’s unbelievably gorgeous and tiny, the top of her head only reaches my chest. Her eyes are the dark gray of a stormy sky and they appear large in her small face--almost too large. Her hair is the color of dark chocolate and falls around her petite frame in long loose curls. When she tucks one side behind her ear some of the strands drape over the top of her chest. I’m tempted to wind the long tresses around my fingers and reel her in for a kiss.
