by Sky Winters
He stripped her bare, exposing her flesh to his hands and mouth. He found her nipples and suckled them. She stared, rapt, at the sight of his head lowered to the creamy flesh of her breast. It was so erotic, so fantastic, and then he bit down gently and raised the sensation level until she could barely breathe. Her fingers tangled into his coarse hair as he laid her across the bed.
His tongue moved lower and her body jerked upward as his mouth found her wet center. His fingers plunged into her tight sheath, stroking and teasing until she cried out, her ass lifting higher with each stroke of his tongue across the skin of her clit. His tongue ran in slow circles than lashed back and forth across that flesh, creating a friction like she had never known. Her eyes closed and her hands tugged at his hair again.
She had never felt anything like what she felt right then. She was desperate and begging and she was slightly ashamed of that but so excited she could not stop. She wanted this and she wanted it so much that all she could do was hang on tight as he lifted himself and then moved along the length of her shivering body. His hand guided his dick to her slippery opening and then with one quick thrust of his hips he entered her. A sharp pain struck. Her eyes widened and she screamed, a sharp burst of sound. His face went pale. He looked at her, his mouth, wet with her juices, working. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “I’m sorry. I …”
“I’m okay,” she panted out even though she was not at all sure if she was okay. His organ was large and heavy and she felt filled up, filled in a way that made her body have to stretch to accommodate him. Her legs spread wider in an effort to contain all of his flesh and he slid backward, his ass working. His eyes stayed pinned to hers and then he thrust forward again, his fingers digging into her shoulders as he thrust hard and fast and went so deep that she gasped and rocked below him. His hands went under her ass, lifting her hips. He released her hips and she moved with him, catching the rhythm as he worked her clit again, that time with his fingers.
The friction and heat combined until her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth hung open. He kissed her again and she whimpered and moaned into his mouth, kissing him back furiously.
The orgasm took her over the edge. She writhed against him, and against the mattress. Her cries grew longer and lustier with every squeezing pulse that left her inner walls soaked and his cock dripping with her fluids. He came too, sending splatters of hot and thick seed into her body.
He collapsed on top of her, his arm bracing him up so that all of his weight was not down on top of her. The tang of sweat and sex hung all over the two fo them as they rode out the aftershocks and the pleasant afterglow.
Eventually he moved. He rolled off the bed and looked down at her. His face held something but she had no idea of what it was. He smiled at her. “I have to go. You will be okay here. I promise nothing bad will happen to you.”
She believed him. She did. She had no reason to but she did. She whispered, “Thank you.’
He dressed quickly. She hated to see his body vanishing below those clothes. She took a deep and long breath then asked, “Would you…will you come back?”
“Yes. Get some sleep.”
She hoped he would kiss her but he didn’t. Instead he walked out and closed the door tightly behind himself.
Julia cuddled down into the tossed bedsheets and covers. Her body was sore but not in a pleasant way and she was exhausted in ways she had never known before. Her eyes closed and she started to drift off to sleep but she jerked back awake again quickly.
For the last five years her life had been a series of broken sleep and extreme stress. The first beating she had taken at Walker’s hands had shown her just how much she had to fear and she had never forgotten that. Most nights the house was filled with the sounds of partying or arguments. Because the rest of the crew lived in the adjacent houses and any neighbor dumb enough to file a noise complaint faced being shut up by the crew nobody ever did anything to keep it quiet in there. She often had to sleep with her fingers pressed against her head and then she would wake a dozen times because she was afraid that she was about to be attacked.
She rolled over in the bed, staring at the wall. She knew she should have done something way sooner than she had but what could she have done? She had been a minor until recently and after she had turned eighteen she had been so scared of Walker and he had been so adamant that she stay that she had been trapped by her own helplessness. Her only hope had been running away and even that had been a slim hope because Walker took every single dime she had ever earned.
Julia lay still for a few moments, listening hard. There was only silence and eventually her body relaxed into the soft mattress and her eyes closed again. Now that she was safe deep and dreamless sleep came in, taking her down into its warm embrace.
**
Ace was not sleeping. He and his bike prowled restlessly along the streets of Williamsburg. He knew he should call Jack or Bert and tell them what Julia had told him. They needed to be informed of the vile plot that Walker had concocted.
His thoughts should have been focused solely on his crew instead they were focused on the incredible woman lying in the bed that he had just left. That he had been loath to leave her gave him pause. Even more troubling was the fact that not only had he not wanted to leave her, his sudden surge of protectiveness toward her could be used against him. It would be used against him, and he knew it. The question was who would use it against him first? Julia or Walker?
He truly wanted to believe everything that Julia had said about Walker. He wanted to believe that she hated her brother and wanted nothing more than to be as far away from Walker as she could get. Only Ace had been raised not to trust anyone with anything and if he bet on Julia he would be betting not only his own life but the lives of the men in his crew. Many of those men had families too, and if Julia turned out to be just a very good liar and prove to be actually working with Walker then all of them were in danger now.
Those thoughts haunted Ace as he rode into Williamsburg. He found a curb on a quiet side street and parked the bike there before taking out his phone. His fingers found the screen and opened it. He lifted the phone to his ear and listened to it buzz on the other side. After several rings Bert picked up.
Ace wasted no time. He said, “we have trouble coming our way. Get the guys on the street on foot and do it now. Walker’s prospects are posing as narcs. There gonna be shaking down our street crew and trying to pin it on us.”
Bert’s voice hissed across the line. “Man, you have to be kidding me. What do I tell the guys out there hustling?”
Ace said, “Tell them to fight back, to do whatever it takes, and not to believe that they’re cops. Let them know it’s Walker’s prospects posing as narcs.”
Bert said, “Man, that’s risky as hell.”
Ace started walking, his boots making quick time along the sidewalk. “I know it is. We don’t have any choice. If we don’t tell them that it’s Walker’s prospects they will think we are weak. The only way we keep them in line is by making them feel protected. If they feel like we can’t do anything for them they have no reason to pay us or run our shit.”
Bert asked, “Do you think that’s Walker’s end game? I mean, do you think his whole goal is to make our crew look weak and unable to handle our borough?”
Ace walked faster. “I think that’s exactly what he is trying to do. I think he’s trying to prove to not only our borough but to Pete’s connection that we can handle our own. He’s trying to make us look like clowns over here. I think he believes that once he gets Pete’s connection and has the money and the dope he can go to the dealers here on the street, our dealers, and get them to take a slice of his pie.”
Bert said, “If he manages to pull this stunt tonight it would give them every reason to think we can’t protect them.”
Walker’s jaw went tight. A small muscle jerked up high in his cheek. “Even more reason to make sure this does not go down the way Walker plans, don’t you think?”
Ace said, “you are absolutely right. We can’t afford to have some neighborhood millionaire or a tourist from some small town in the middle of the Midwest get shot. Not even the cops on our payroll would be able to keep that from coming back to bite us in the ass.”
Bert hung up. Ace stuck the phone in his pocket and went around the corner. He spotted a guy named Carlos, a streetwise hustler with a penchant for expensive shoes and even more expensive cigars. Carlos’s favorite spot to deal from was a club about a block and a half down. The club drew a lot of trust fund babies and Wall Street types who came over to Brooklyn on the weekend to do a little slumming with the locals and to keep from being seen buying coke and meth.
Ace said, “Hey man, need to holler at you.”
Carlos slowed and said, “About what? I got no bill due.”
Ace gave him a grim smile. “This is not about a bill. I’m going to owe you a little extra in fact.”
Carlos lifted an eyebrow toward his hairline. “Now you have me intrigued. What’s up?”
Ace quickly outlined the situation. Carlos listened until Ace finished what he had to say. Carlos scratched a finger along the side of his nose and said, “man, how sure are you of this? Maybe your source is really working with the cops. You thought about that?”
He hadn’t. Ace felt a quiver of misgiving. It all did seem far too coincidental. He had been considering seducing Julia in order to get her to turn against Walker and so that he could thwart Walker’s plans to give Julia to Pete exchange for an intro to his connection. But before he could implement his plan she had struck a bargain with him.
Another thought occurred to Ace just then. Could somebody in his own crew be working with Walker? Could whoever that was have told Walker what his plan was for Julia? Could Walker have sent Julia to him for the sole purpose of having her tell him about the supposed fake sting tonight?
No. She had been coming back from Manhattan, and if she had been looking for him to trap him into this situation she would’ve gone straight from her job very Williamsburg to his clubhouse.
He said, “I tell you what. If those dirtbags don’t show up then I was wrong. If the ones who do show up are narcs and anyone gets extra charges because they fought against going down then I will personally pay their bail and a lawyer fee.”
Carlos said, “That’s cool. I will let all of the guys I know in on it.”
Carlos headed up the street in one direction while Ace went in the other. As Ace walked the thoughts that Carlos had just put into his head followed him. How did he know he could trust Julia?
He didn’t. There was no way he could know if he could trust her unless he did trust her.
Chapter 7
Julia slept soundly and woke up the next morning with a slight headache from the unaccustomed rest and with the soreness between her legs even more pronounced. She lay there stretching and taking stock of her body.
She knew it was silly, she was nineteen after all. Most of her friends, what few friends she had had in school, had lost their virginity somewhere around the 10th grade. None of them ever seem to feel differently about themselves afterward but she felt very different.
Her body somehow seemed more womanly. There seemed to be more living packed into it now. She sat up slowly and that’s when she spotted the slight bruising around her wrists. She stared at her wrists, remembering how Ace had held her arms high up over her head while he had made love to her.
A slow shudder rolled through her body, but it was a shudder of sheer pleasure as she remembered each and every incredible, mind blowing moment of the sex that they had shared. A thin trickle of wetness slid from between her lower lips and smeared along her inner thighs. Her nipples became erect and stiff. Butterflies filled her stomach and the urgent need to press her fingers to the taut little bud of flesh at the top most section of her sex hit her hard. Julia had always known what her clit was for but she had never quite dared to learn how to pleasure herself by stroking it.
She lowered herself back into the bed, spreading her legs widely. Her fingers caressed her own flesh, sliding along the pert slopes of her breasts to her nipples. She tweaked her nipples gently, causing them to stiffen yet again. The pebble – hard peaks stuck up, pointing toward the ceiling, as her fingers moved lower still. Her fingernails raked across her belly, ever so lightly, but causing intense waves of pleasure to ripple through her.
Her breathing became fast and shallow. Her eyes closed. Ace’s face swam up in her mind’s eye. She could picture his virile and masculine body moving toward her and her need increased a thousandfold.
Just as she was about to delve her hand between her own thighs she heard the unmistakable sound of the door opening. Julia’s eyes flew open. Ace appeared, and his gaze flicked across her nude body sprawled across the bed.
There was a slight bit of amusement in his voice. “Are you keeping it warm for me?”
Julia knew she should feel shame for having been caught but all she felt was a wild, keening desire. Her eyes darkened by that lust, she spread her legs even further, revealing her innermost flesh to him.
She spoke in a thick, desperate voice. “Yes and I thought you would never get here.”
Ace walked across the floor his eyes lit with intention. His fingers found the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it over his head to reveal his magnificent broad shoulders, flat belly, and wide chest. His fingers found the buttons on his jeans and he gave them a careless tug that opened the jeans. His thick and heavy staff sprang out of the parted denim.
Julia’s eyes fastened to his blood – engorged flesh. She was fascinated by the sight of the heavy veins wrapping the shaft of his rod. She was equally mesmerized by the dusky purple head of his organ. The jeans were kicked off along with his boots and then the mattress sagged beneath his weight as he climbed into the bed with her.
His mouth found hers. Her lips parted for his and his tongue slid into her mouth. Her breath rushed out of her lungs and her body arched towards his. His hands roved across her smooth skin, making sensation slide through her body in a far more intense way than her own hands had been able to do.
Her heartbeat increased as his tongue continued to caress her tongue while his hands leisurely explored every inch of her body, making her shiver and whimper as the kiss grew far more passionate with each passing second.
Julia squirmed as his mouth left hers and traveled down the side of her neck. His teeth grazed her flesh and her nipples stiffened yet again, the rosy peaks becoming more roughly textured as his fingers found the fleshy globe surrounding them and squeezed that flesh.
The weight of his body on hers made her feel sexy and abandoned in a way she had never felt before. His mouth continued to move downward while his fingers kneaded the skin of her breasts. His lips closed around her nipples, sucking and tugging at them. The scrape of his teeth against that tender flesh sent shock waves of pleasure through her system and her ass lifted higher as she ground against his hardened organ.
He continued to torment and tease her breasts, sucking and licking and lightly biting at them. Unable to bear that sweet torture Julia writhed against the mattress, tangling the sheets and covers into her fingers as she clutched at them.
His head moved lower, his teeth found the flesh just below her navel and his hands ran along the span of her ribs. He tugged at that flesh there, his teeth nipping at the delicate skin of her belly. Intense sensation ran through her, sending a flush of heat along her upper thighs. Her core clenched and her inner thighs began to spasm.
His hand delved between her thighs. His fingers found the wet flesh there and stroked it. Julia moaned loudly, her fingers leaving the sheets to tangle into his hair as she attempted to tug him lower to the pulsing bud of her clitoris.
Ace did move lower, his tongue leaving burning trail
s along her skin. His breath stirred the wet curls covering her parted lower lips. His fingers moved inside her, making her gasp and cry out. Her ass moved higher yet again as she sought to give him a better angle of penetration. His tongue found her aching bud and then pressed against it before describing slow and gentle circles around it.
Julia’s teeth clenched and her fingers move deeper into his hair, her nails scratching at his scalp. Her body trembled all over, a fine long quivering that sent her flesh to jiggling, as his tongue pressed harder against the delicate and sensitive flesh that he was working on so well.
Julia was sure that she would go mad from desire and need long before he allowed her to find release from the incredible friction and sensation spiraling through her entire body. More heat spread through her and her heels dug into the mattress as she lifted her body higher, her legs spreading wider, her breath growing shorter, and her eyes fluttering open and close as he kept up the steady pressure on her clit while his fingers thrust in and out of her in a hard and fast rhythm that took her breath completely away.
Julia wanted to please him as well. She wanted him to feel as good as he was making her feel. She just did not have enough experience to know what to do. His tongue and fingers continued to work on her body, driving her nearly insane with the need for climax.
Her nipples stuck up in high peaks that she could not resist touching. Her fingers stroked those crests without shame and her legs spread even wider. She needed that orgasm, needed it so badly that her mouth opened and she screamed his name in a plea for relief.
Hot liquid spurted from her core, splashing over his face and running down the crack of her ass to wet the sheets below her body. Julia’s body went first rigid and tense and then limp as the pink folds of her inner walls opened and closed around his fingers.
Her ass cheeks went tight and her heels drummed out a fast tattoo of sound against the soft mattress. Her cries were guttural and made up of words that would not quite form. Julia’s body bucked up and down and her hands gripped his head tightly as he lapped at her heated oils and overheated body.
