“Don’t look so worried,” she told him. “I’ve wanted this since I was sixteen. You couldn’t hurt me if you tried but I might have to slap you around if you don’t hurry up and fuck me.”
He grinned, his eyes lighting up. “I’ve unleashed a monster.” He pushed his cock up against the tight entrance of her pussy and she took a breath, deliberately letting her muscles relax, allowing him entrance. Alex nudged inside, pushing harder. Her tight ring of muscles let him in, spreading to give him access. She felt discomfort but no pain and after a few seconds, even the discomfort fled. He slid further in, until he was fully seated and she could feel his balls rest against her ass.
She sighed. Possession. What a magical word. “Fuck me,” she whispered.
He pulled out of her again and pushed back in very slowly. And again. Each time he pushed back in, she felt a growing, writhing frustration. She wanted more. Harder. Faster. She could feel her juices gathering around his cock and her body starting to shake with excitement. She looked up at Alex, her breath hitching.
“Alex!” she pleaded.
Sweat was dotting his temples. He was watching her, gauging her responses and it seemed he was waiting for just this moment. His grip on her hips tightened and he drove into her faster and harder, just as she wanted.
She arched like a bow, loving it. Wanting it. She propped herself on the table as Alex rammed himself into her. “Come for me,” she said, using his phrase.
He came with a growl, the tendons on his neck straining, his hands on her hips gripping hard, as he thrust in little spurts, his hips working.
He closed his eyes for a moment as his climax swept through him, then sighed and smiled at her, as he carefully pulled his cock from her pussy. “I’m not going to make any comments. You’ll turn it somehow into an observation about my age and inadequate performance.”
She laughed, for Alexander had supreme confidence and his age had never been an issue. Only her age had been a barrier. She climbed from the table, feeling the smallest twinge of discomfort.
Alex was digging in his trousers again and withdrew another condom and a small tube that she recognized by intention rather than label. Lubricant.
Her whole body clenched in pleasurable anticipation.
Alex stripped the condom from his cock and wrapped it in several paper towels. He put it to one side on the kitchen counter. “Later, I’ll bury it in the trash outside,” he said. He turned to her. “Do you still want to finish this, Mia?”
She knew what he was asking. “I want it. I want your cock up my ass.”
His cock jerked as she baldly named her third and last desire. “Where did you learn that you might like such a thing, my sweet Mia, hmmm?”
“When I learned that you did like it and started to fuck myself in the ass with my own dildos and imagine it was you doing it to me,” she told him.
He was reaching for the condom and lubricant he had put on the counter but his hand paused and his eyes widened as he looked at her. “I never really stood a chance, did I?” he said. “I corrupted you just by being around you.”
“I call it something else entirely,” Mia told him. She crooked her finger. “Come here, and bring those with you.”
He picked up the condom and tube, strode to her and picked her up, his arms around her waist and carried her over to the sofa. He placed her on her knees on the cushions and put the tube and condom aside. “You’re more of a temptress as a virgin than women with twice your experience. God help the world in ten years’ time.”
She felt a warm glow at the compliment. “As long as I’m tempting enough for right now.”
“More than.” He kissed her hard, deep and long, holding her against him. She could hear his heart against her chest and his cock stirring between them. With her new-found sense of power, she pushed on his shoulders, separating them enough so that she could reach for his testicles and caress them. Fascinated, she watched his cock stiffen and grow. She curled her other hand around the shaft and slid it up and down gently, letting it bump over the flaring edges of the head.
Alex gave a groan. “God, that’s good.”
She smiled. “Yes?” She tightened her hand a little. “And this?”
He hissed, his hips jerking, his eyes narrowing. “Yes.” His voice was lower. Hoarse.
Mia increased the speed of her hand a fraction and watched as he sank into the spell of arousal. His breath hastened, his eyes slowly closed. Her own pussy and clit throbbed.
Alex reached for her arm to make her stop and she pushed him away with her other hand. Quick as a snake, he snared her wrist in his fist, halting her with an iron grip. He was breathing heavily and his blue eyes looked almost drugged.
He reached for the condom and sheathed his red, pulsing cock, then coated it with lubricant.
“Turn around, Mia,” he told her, his voice thick with lust.
She turned, trembling with anticipation and excitement, to face the back of the sofa. Alex’s arms came around her waist and his mouth caressed her neck. “I have gone nights without sleep because of the need to slide my cock into your ass.”
Her breath stilled, her heart leapt. “You never let me know.”
“How could I risk it?” His hands slid down to her mons, capturing the mound and squeezing, making her press her ass back into him. She reached for the back of the sofa for support and found herself bending over almost naturally, opening herself up to him. Excitement speared her as Alex toyed with her breasts, while pressing himself into her from behind, his sheathed cock rubbing between her ass cheeks, settling up against her anus and pussy and spreading lubricant.
Alex picked up the tube and added more lubricant, stroking around her ass. Mia moaned at his touch, her fever increasing. Her clit was pulsing with energy and her pussy clenching emptily.
He pushed a finger inside her, spreading the lube and preparing her. But Mia was well-practiced and the single digit was nothing to her. She moaned at the little invasion. “More,” she begged.
She heard Alex’s heavy exhalation. “Jesus,” he muttered. He pushed another finger inside her and spread her gently with both, testing the muscle.
She moaned in delight. “Fuck me, Alex,” she begged. “Fuck my ass. I can take it.”
He removed his fingers and she felt the thick blunt tip of his cock replace them. She wriggled with delight.
“Relax and keep still, Mia,” he murmured, as his hands caught at her hips. “If you’ve never taken a man into you before, then do as I say. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She took a deep breath and relaxed and tried to keep still. But it was hard not to respond to the perfectly delightful sensation of Alex’s cock sliding into her. There was an unaccustomed stretching—he was much bigger than any dildo she had ever had inside her. He was hot but soft living tissue too. The differences were incomparable.
The need to wriggle, to clench around him, to tilt her hips and writhe, were almost overwhelming. Mia closed her eyes and panted. “Alex, please!”
“Am I hurting you?”
“God, no! It feels so good, I think I’m going to die if you don’t let me move in a second!”
He gave a low laugh. “It feels good, hmm?”
“Oh yes!”
“How about this, then?” He withdrew—again with incredibly slowness. Then pushed back into her.
She caught her breath and looked over her shoulder at him. “Again. Faster.”
He shook his head. “Faster will kill me. You’re so tight and hot around me, I’ll come in a heartbeat. I can’t believe that you can do that to me. Only you could bring me to this point so fast.”
She wriggled. “Please?”
He caught at her hips as she moved. “God, don’t do that,” he implored. “Very well then.” He plucked one of her hands from the back of the sofa and kissed it, then brought it between her thighs. His fingers pressed hers against her clit, stroking it.
Mia gasped at the electrifying sensation.
“Don�
��t stop,” Alex told her, as his hand returned to her hip. “I want you to come when I do and I know you know how powerful your climax will be with me in your ass.”
She did know. Mia massaged her clit, finding the sensitive sweet spot and circling it. Her fluids were plentiful and she coated her fingers with them, circling back to her clit, teasing it. She was already so close to coming, it would take mere seconds.
Alex pulled out of her and pushed back in, slowly building up speed. He was trying to control it but after a few moments pleasure took over and he merely gripped her hips and began to pounding into her, his balls slamming against her with each stroke.
Mia slipped a finger on each side of her clit and tugged, knowing her climax was unavoidable now. She threw her head back as the orgasm ripped through her and was shocked to hear a scream tear from her throat, as her body locked around Alex’s cock and pleasure gushed through her.
Alex thrust his arm out for support as his climax was triggered by hers. His hand slapped into the back of the sofa next to hers and he strained over the top of her. “Oh god,” he whispered.
There was despair in his voice.
* * * * *
They fell onto the sofa together, afterward. Alex kept her in his arms, in no hurry to let her go.
Twenty minutes before her mother would come home from work, Mia stirred. “You have to leave now.”
He kissed her. “I was wrong, Mia. All wrong. Come with me.”
“You know I can’t.”
“I’ll come back for you then. Later tonight.” His eyes were very blue in the filtered afternoon light. “I’ve got some things to sort out, first. I’ll come back and pick you up and we’ll head down to Acapulco and get married tomorrow.”
Mia stared at him. “You mean that, Alex?”
He brushed her hair from her temple. “Yes, I do.”
“It’s not some sort of guilt trip for taking my virginity or some dumbass thing like that? Because I just about had to break your arm to make you do it in the first place and it took me two years to talk you into it, anyway. You’re a hard sell, Alex la Croix. Do not go wearing any hair shirts over this. Marriage as a penance really isn’t your style.”
He laughed and kissed her. “It really isn’t, is it? You know me far too well and that’s the really scary part—how well you know me. I’ve been lying here for forty minutes, telling myself I have to let you go, that I have to get up and walk away just as we agreed. I can’t do it, Mia. I just can’t. So if you’ll have me, if you’re willing to take the risk, we’re going to have to run and risk Juan’s and the commission’s vengeance, but at least we’ll risk it together.”
“If you’re marrying me, it will mollify Juan.”
“That’s not why I’m doing it,” Alex said sharply. “Don’t ever think that.”
“I know.” She kissed him. “When will you be back?”
“You’ll do it?”
“Yes.”
He took a deep breath, a smile forming. He got to his feet and started to dress, retrieving his clothes from across the trailer, and as he dressed he laid out a plan for their escape to Mexico starting at two a.m. that night. Mia added details as he spoke. By the time he was dressed, the plan was complete and he dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed her one last time.
“I came here to say goodbye,” he told her. “I felt wretched. You’ve turned my day, my life, around. Thank you.”
Almost floating, Mia hurried to clean away any evidence of their afternoon tryst before her mother returned. Then she started dinner for the family while slowly putting into place her part of their escape plans.
But Alexander didn’t arrive that night as planned, nor did he return the calls she made the next day, at any of the numbers she had for him.
It hurt but that was nothing compared to the pain she felt two days later when Juan came home rolling drunk, to tell her Alexander had been killed by the gang commission. A single shot to the back of the head. Payback for transgressions and a warning to others not to fuck with them as he had.
* * * * *
Mia wiped the tears from her eyes and looked around the marbled foyer. Her glimpse of Alexander in the elevator had been shocking, not least of all because she had thought him dead and buried these last ten years. That could be explained a couple of ways, though explanations would have to wait.
She had stared at him across the elevator car and despite ten years, her lust and arousal had bloomed as hot and hard as ever. That was truly scary, for she hadn’t felt as much as a stirring of desire for a man since Alexander’s death.
The irony was hysterical, to her mind. Most men trailed after her with their tongues dragging in the dirt. They found her Latino looks, her hourglass figure and her love of sensual fashion an almost irresistible combination. She constantly had to fight off not just expressions of interest but physically insistent men who couldn’t take “no” for an answer and thought they could force the issue.
Since Alexander, she’d had sex with two men who friends of hers had rated as superb in bed. The sex had been successful for the men. She had been pretty much unmoved. Neither man had noticed.
Then there was the fact that Alexander hadn’t aged at all. He had been in his mid–thirties, she guessed, when she had known him in San Diego. That put him in his mid-forties now. He should at least be graying around the temples. Even with the most effective and expensive cosmetic procedures available today, there was always evidence and signs and she knew them all. She had been standing very close and had looked for them, right at the end when her brain had finally begun to work despite her body’s overwhelming lust. Alexander had the skin of a thirty year old and there was no cosmetic procedure in the world that could achieve that.
What had happened to him?
She straightened up from the wall. She had to find him. She couldn’t allow him to walk away from her again. He may have temporarily dodged her but her resources were far more complex and her skills honed now. She also knew from what floor he had stepped onto the elevator.
Chapter Two
Diego was a crack shot and known for his pair of pistols which he could fire simultaneously, one in each hand, and hit a one-inch target from one hundred feet away. However, for inner city work, the sound of gunfire brought police, so he used twin knives instead, happily beheading vampeen with a cross-bladed motion much like a pair of giant shears. In the eight months since the Grimoré war had begun, only Diego found much joy in the constant incursions of the vampeen in the human cities and spaces.
Lindál and Zachariah worked grimly, more a team than either of them realized, despite being physically apart. They worked more effectively than Diego’s random slaughter. Despite their combined inroads into the vampeen numbers advancing down the alley between the trucks and Dumpsters, they were forced to fall back steadily toward the lane the alley opened into.
Lindál glanced at Zachariah. “This is wrong,” he said. “They’re too strong.”
“They’re fighting in formation, like they’re trained. Diego, watch out!” Zack jumped forward and so did Lindál, both of them dealing with a vampeen, protecting Diego’s back.
Diego whirled, surprised. “They’re getting smarter,” he commented as he realized what the vampeen had been doing. “Thank you, my mutant friend.”
Lindál nodded his head stiffly.
The three of them blocked the alley, studying the vampeen as they snarled and drooled and gathered to charge once more.
“I’ve never seen them do that before, either,” Lindál said. “Pull themselves together for a charge.”
“Lindál, Zack, Diego,” Seaveth said quietly. “We have your backs.”
Lindál glanced over his shoulder. Seaveth stood directly behind them, dressed ready for combat in boots, leather pants and jacket. Behind her ranged a full elven troop, in human garb. She had called the elves with her mental shout and had them teleport her here, sensing something was wrong.
Snow touched Lindál’s fac
e. He resisted the need to turn his face up to it. Not now.
“Who the hell is that?” Diego breathed, pulling Lindál’s attention back to the vampeen. Behind the seething mass of vampeen was the shadow of a very tall man, nearly seven foot high. He was dressed in black and had the whitest skin Lindál had ever seen. The paleness wasn’t from a lack of sunlight. It looked more like the guy had been immersed in liquid for eternity. The paleness was unhealthy and made Lindál uneasy just looking at it. The creature’s eyes were red-rimmed and red at the core, with black irises.
“Those that need a reference for me have called me Helidoro, in the past,” the creature said. Its voice issued from its mouth but the lips did not synch with its words. It shifted in space, like it was slipping out of phase with the real world.
The elves behind Seaveth muttered and Lindál felt his heart grow colder. Helidoro, the agent for the Grimoré. His name had been written more than once in the ancient manuscripts and books Zack had been poring over lately.
“I see you know the name. Good.”
“You have something to say, or you would not have engineered this moment,” Seaveth said. “Speak, creature.”
Helidoro inclined his head. “It is a wise queen who sees a moment for what it is. I bring you an opportunity.”
“And that is?” Seaveth said with a chill in her tone Lindál had never heard before.
“Stand aside. Let us take what we seek. Offer no hindrance and we will leave you in peace, you and your kind. If you do not, we will regrettably annihilate you all.”
“What is it you seek?” Seaveth asked.
“The puny ones on this planet. Fodder for our mills.”
“I am one of them, Helidoro,” Seaveth said.
“Ah…but no longer.” His mouth stretched in an expression Lindál realized was supposed to be a smile. “We are aware of many things, yes? Just like his kind began as ’human’ too.” He lifted a long finger to point at Zachariah.
“What is your purpose, Helidoro?” Seaveth asked.
“Purpose?”
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