“Technically, he didn’t beat you.” I said, smiling at him flirtatiously.
Walter smirked and made eye contact with me. “I guess you’re right.” His hand left the gear shift for the first time since the race started, and gently rested on my left thigh.
We checked over our shoulders periodically, and took the long route back to our house to make sure that we were not being followed. When we pulled into the driveway, shut the garage, and opened the door; I was all over him.
The way he looked in that race made me crave his touch more than I already had been. The way his muscles contracted and bulged, the sweat on his face, and the look in his eyes provided the perfect combination to make me forget all of the insecurities that flooded my mind earlier in the day. There was only one thing that filled my brain now, and that was that I wanted Walter to fill other parts of my body.
I could tell that he wanted it just as bad as I did, because when I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed him into the door to slam it shut, he let out deep sigh of relief and pulled me closer into him.
We clawed at each other’s shirts in between kisses, and pulled at fistfuls of hair. Walter sucked at my neck so hard that a pain like that of a bee sting rushed through my nerves and up to my brain. But, that brain was too preoccupied with other matters to do anything about it.
I turned around and placed my palms on the door frame, bending over slowly while he pulled my jeans down to my ankles. His lips gingerly pecked at my calves, then my thighs, then my butt. His tongue lingered at my lower back, caressing the area just above my crack with its moist delicate tip. A tickling sensation combined with a feeling of pleasure and made my hair stand on end, and my body shudder like a cold winter’s day in Wisconsin. There was no time for the bed, not today.
I turned around and jumped into the air, wrapping my legs around his bare waist. Both of his hands filled with my backside as he caught me with ease. I felt the hard wood of the wall press against my body. Walter lowered me down onto him, and stood on his toes to push his hips up to mine.
“Ah!” I let out a gasp.
He was inside of me.
My elbows rested on the tops of his shoulders, bouncing up and down with each thrust that he made into me. The wall shook from the force that my body put on it, and two picture frames fell and crashed to the floor. Neither one of us regarded the loud crash with any of our attention. Our eyes were locked on to the others, our bodies were intertwined, and our souls were connected. We had both been through so much, and deserved to share this happiness together.
Chapter Three
I sat naked at the dinner table, watching Walter prepare our dinner when the telephone rang.
Shocked, I picked it up to view the caller ID, only to see a number I did not recognize.
“Hello.” I said curiously.
“Turn on the TV.” A deep, voice growled. If I did not know any better, I would have said the voice sounded familiar. But, that would have just been my imagination getting the better of me.
“Who was that?” Walter questioned.
I did not answer him, and walked silently to the living room and did as I was instructed.
A picture of the man cooking my dinner, and one of me were stationed in the top right hand corner of a national news network. A brunette with a fake tan read from the teleprompter:
“The FBI is asking that you be on high alert for these two wanted fugitives. They are wanted in a case involving nationally renowned business man, Roman Cruz, an attempted heist that left one of their members dead. The 3rd member of their party is in currently in police custody. Here is what chief FBI Agent, Dwight Arron said on the matter…”
They switched to an interview of Dwight, with reporters shoving microphones at him from all angles. His six foot two inch frame towered above the people that herded around him, and his muscles bulged through his close. This guy was definitely on something illegal.
“These fugitives are to be considered armed and dangerous. If you see them, do not approach the duo under any circumstances. Contact your local police department so that the right men for the job can handle the situation. We have a few leads as to where they might be hiding out, and I do not have any further comments at this time.”
Walter was in the room with me at this point.
“Damn. They got Dwight Arron. We must be high on the radar. I guess Roman and Lau got sick of hunting us on their own time, and called a few friends.”
“This is not good.” I mumbled.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
A pounding on the door echoed throughout the house. I scrambled to my feet to throw some clothes on.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“This is the FBI, we know you’re in there!” I recognized the voice immediately as Dwight’s.
Crash.
The wooden door splintered and fell to the floor in a heap. Dwight and three other officers wearing navy blue FBI vests sprinted into the room.
“Get on the ground, now!” Dwight yelled, pointing his gun at Walter.
Walter and I remained frozen in shock, and dropped to our knees with our hands behind our heads.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I lay motionless on the carpet of our living room floor. Dwight and his crew were standing around us, when Dwight pulled a walkie-talkie off of his hip. Before he could speak into it, I heard another noise.
Bang.
One of the men fell to the floor.
Bang.
Another
Bang.
The third.
Dwight dropped to the floor and pulled the gun from its holster. No one said a word. All three of us were wondering the same thing: who was that?
A dark shadow appeared on the ground behind us that just caught my attention from the corner of my eye. I turned to catch a glimpse of who the creator was. The sun’s rays that leaked through the kitchen window were temporarily blinding, but the figure’s body blocked most of them out. Enough that I could make out a barrel chested body, with a network of veins that popped out of the arms that the white cut-off shirt could not contain. His head had a smooth rounded top, one that I knew so well. Ethan.
He stepped into the living room stealthily, and before Dwight was aware of his presence, Ethan was on top of him. The two scrummed on the ground, almost rolling on top of us at one point.
Both men were incredibly large, but Dwight was by far the biggest. He had a good four inches on Ethan, and was more than 15 pounds heavier in muscle. But, Ethan held his own. They threw punch after punch, blow after blow at each other. Blood dripped from Ethan’s lips, and his left eye was already becoming purple and puffy. Still, he continued to fight.
Ethan threw Dwight into the wall, lowered his shoulder and rammed it into the FBI agent’s gut. A load groan escaped from Dwight, causing Ethan to pummel him even harder. Ethan gave one last punch to Dwight’s chin, and the man was out cold.
Scrambling, Ethan pulled the keys from beneath his pocket and removed the handcuffs from our wrists.
“We have to go!” He yelled, in the deep, scratchy voice that I had missed so much.
We followed him out the back door to see a car waiting for us. It was all black, with tint so dark that you could not see anything inside. The make and model were still unknown to me, as it had been earlier in the day.
“That… That was you?” I asked, trembling.
“Not now.” Ethan pleaded. “Just get in.”
We piled up in the car, and he left the house in a cloud of dust.
Chapter Four
We pulled into an old looking trailer, far from civilization after a four hour drive. Nobody said a word until we were safe and sound inside.
I immediately began to ball my eyes out, and fell into Ethan’s chest.
“I thought you were dead.” I sobbed.
“It was safer this way…” Ethan reassured.
I punched him in the arm with all of my strength. “How could you do this to us?”
Walter still stared s
ilently in disbelief.
“Roman and Lau were after me, so I figured that with me out of the picture they would stop looking for the rest of you guys. I am sorry, but I thought it was the only way to make sure that you all were safe.”
Walter spoke up. “You couldn’t have let us in on your plan?”
“If you would have known and they found out, they would have tortured you mercilessly to give up my position…”
Sick of hearing anymore, and feeling every emotion that I had ever felt in my life rush through my body at the same time, I did the only thing I knew could make it better.
Our lips touched for the first time in months. Oh, how soft and warm his kisses always were. I never thought that I would feel them ever again.
He pulled away after a few moment. “Look, I know what has been going on with you two. I just want to say that…”
I cut him off with another lip-to-lip collision. “Shhh.” I coaxed. “It doesn’t matter.”
Ethan pulled away again. “Les, it does matter. You thought I was dead, so you moved on. It’s fine.”
“Ethan, I never meant to betray you.” Walter spoke up.
“I have feelings for both of you!” I half yelled, not thinking before the words came out.
The two of them looked at me, stunned.
“And now that you are both in my life again, can we please just enjoy our night together? Ethan, I have missed you dearly.”
“I missed you too, Les.”
I pulled him by the collar into the only small bedroom that this trailer had to offer. Ethan’s clothes fell to the floor as I impatiently pulled them off of him, temporarily losing interest in his lips.
Soon after, my clothes found their way to various parts of the room as well. His naked muscles pressed into my body. His tongue stroked and licked between my legs. His hands gripped at my breasts.
Walter made his way into the room in the middle of my moans for Ethan to not stop what he was doing with his mouth. Without saying a word, Walter removed his pants, and placed his fully erect member in my face. Without skipping a beat I touched it gently at first, and then took his shaft in my hand and put it in my mouth. I worked it, up and down, moving my tongue in circular motions around the tip when I came up for air.
Ethan moved from his position to an upright kneel between my legs. We made eye contact, and he nodded his head.
His hands lifted my waist into the air, pushing his endowment into my body. The pleasure was unbearable, and I began to work on Walter even faster. I lay flat on my back, with a mouthful of Walter and a body full of Ethan. I screamed both of their names over and over. Pleasure was penetrating my body from both sides, and it was all I could do to keep from passing out from extreme euphoric overload.
They were mine, both of them…
To Be Continued…
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Allison was so excited to embark on this fabulous journey. She was headed to Paris for the summer. Allison couldn’t believe that she was about to make memories in another country. It was all thanks to Allison’s father who had recently came back into her life.
She ran on to the plane. Allison hated planes normally. She knew in this case that she’d be okay though. Allison took her seat. She plugged in her headphones and watched the movie.
About an hour later, Allison ordered dinner and a glass of wine. One perk to being on a plane she thought. Allison ended up ordering three glasses of wine before falling asleep.
She woke up when the plane landed. Allison hurriedly stood up and grabbed her overhead luggage. The people filed out of the plane slowly. Allison finally slid out on to the aisle. Then done the plane steps. Allison stood on the curb and waited for her father to come and pick her up.
He arrived forty-five minutes later. Allison ran up to the car.
“Hey Daddy!” she shrieked.
“Hey Ally.” He said.
She slid in. “How are you?”
“I’m good. How are you?” her father asked.
“Excited. I barely slept last night. I can’t wait to see my place!” Allison exclaimed.
“I can’t wait either. This summer is going to be so fun for you.” Her father said.
“Of course it is. It’s Paris.” Allison said, dreamily.
Her father smiled.
Allison looked out her window at the sights as they drove. She tried to breath it all in. It was hard. It was kind of a culture shock.
“How long did it take you to get use to this?” Allison asked.
“Oh a little while but not long.” Her father replied.
“I hope it doesn’t take me long.” She said.
“It won’t.” he assured her.
Her father pulled in front of an apartment building. It was gorgeous and tall and looked like a castle. Allison squealed when she saw it.
“Do I really get to live here?” she asked.
Her father smiled. “Yes you do.”
Allison got out of the car excitedly. Her father joined her.
“Do you want to know something stupid?” she asked.
“What?” he asked.
“I forgot the rest of my luggage.” Allison said, smacking her hand against her forehead.
“I’ll have someone pick it up.” Her father said, picking up his phone.
He moved away to talk to someone. Allison listened vaguely, still looking around.
Her father came back over. “Roger’s going to get it. Let’s go up.”
“Who’s Roger?” Allison asked, grabbing her bags from the trunk.
“My bodyguard man.” He replied.
“Why do you have a bodyguard?” Allison asked.
“I have more than one. I need them.” Her father said.
“Okay.” Allison said, a bit confused.
They walked over to the elevator and got in. Allison hopped up and down a bit as she waited for the elevator to reach the sixth floor.
“You have your own private floor.” Her father told her.
“Really?” she asked.
He nodded. Allison grinned.
The elevator dinged on Allison’s floor. The two got out.
“So all these rooms are mine?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He said.
“Sweet!” Allison said.
She ran in and out of rooms until she found a nice bedroom.
“Perfect choice.” Her father said.
“I thought so.” Allison said.
“Okay. I’m going to meet Roger downstairs and have him send the rest of your stuff up. Don’t forget anything next time. Have a nice day. Maybe we can have dinner tomorrow.” Her father said.
“Sounds good!” Allison said.
Her father left the apartment. Allison flung herself back on the bed. She couldn’t wait to explore the city.
Allison decided that she’d get ready and see if there were any clubs that she could get in. She took a shower and got dressed in a tight white muscle shirt, black skirt, and black knee high boots. Allison checked herself out in the mirror. She thought that all five feet seven inches of dirty blonde hair, navy blue eyes, and tanned skin of her looked good. Allison didn’t think it’d be too bad to turn some heads.
She headed downstairs and out the building door. Allison walked up and down streets gazing around until she saw a big sign that displayed the name of a club. Allison knew a lot of French.
She sauntered up to the front door. The doorman smiled as he let her in. That was easy she thought, breathing a sigh of relief. Allison sauntered in, swinging her hips as she walked.
She caught a glimpse of a hot guy with coal dark hair and big green eyes staring at her from across the room. Allison smiled at him. He smiled back. She waved at him.
He approached her.
“Hi my name is Ally.” She said in perfect French.
“Hi I’m Darren.” He replied.
“Would you like to dance?” Allison asked.
Darren nodded, slinging his arms around her waist. Al
lison slid her hands onto his shoulders as the swayed gently to the music. Allison was glad that this place wasn’t too sweaty. She’d already met a cute guy as well. It was really nice.
Darren and Allison danced a couple of songs. Then he asked her if she wanted something to drink. Allison agreed. They went over to the bar.
“I’ll have a Jack and Coke.” Allison told the bartender.
“Gin and tonic.” Darren said.
The bartender served them. Darren paid.
“Are you sure?” Allison asked.
“Very.” He said.
“So where are you from?” Darren asked.
“America.” Allison replied.
“I’m from a few cities away.” He said.
“Nice. How is it compared to here?” she asked.
“Small.” Darren said, laughing.
Allison laughed too. “Oh that must be hard.”
“Is there city you’re from not small?” he asked.
“It is.” Allison said.
“I like small towns and big cities. Have you seen the sights here yet?” Darren asked.
“Not yet. I just got here today.” Allison said.
“Do you want to see them with me tomorrow?” Darren asked.
“Of course. Thanks!” Allison exclaimed.
“Awesome. Do you want another drink?” Darren asked.
Allison nodded. He got her another drink and they danced some more. After about two hours, Darren told her he’d meet her the next day. Allison hugged him goodbye.
Immediately after Darren walked off, a hot blonde guy danced up to her.
“I’m Jeb.” The guy said.
“I’m Ally. Nice to meet you.” She said.
“You too. You’re really pretty.” Jeb said.
“Thanks. You look really nice too. Do you want to dance?” Allison asked.
Jeb nodded. They started to dance.
“So where are you from?” Jeb asked.
“The U.S. How about you?” Allison asked.
“California.” He replied.
“I love California! I’ve been a few times.” She replied.
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