by Asher Scott
I lick her all the way down, and can taste the freshness of her skin that has the scent of flowers. My tongue darts here and there, finally finding her clit and flicking it a few times, as she raises her hips and shudders at the first touch. I lick my fingers and probe her hot, wet pussy, searching for that certain spot that sets every woman off.
With two fingers just past the ridge, I find that spongy flesh area and stroke it towards me in a ‘come here’ gesture. My thumb rubs her clit, and this dual sensation has her writhing in a fucking frenzy, her trembling hands pulling at her rock-hard nipples, her mouth wide open and gasping for oxygen.
I add my tongue to the mix, licking her slit up and down, and then suddenly I stop. She looks panicked and lost, like she walked down a trail in the woods, fully enjoying the wonderful sites, and then suddenly realized that she can’t find her way back.
I want to fuck her so bad. My cock has never been so eager as it throbs, my heartbeat making it bounce slightly every second. She is ready for me, too, and wants to be properly fucked in the worst way. She has no idea what’s coming her way. Abby’s never been fucked like I’m about to.
But not yet. I want her to beg for it.
“Touch yourself. On your pussy.”
She looks up at me like I’m crazy, and she’s right. I’m a fucking lunatic and she has no business being with me right now, but here she is and she wants it bad. She wants my cock.
“Do it.” I say in a low, hoarse voice.
Her eyes search deep into mine, filled with desire, and she knows that she needs to obey. She reaches down and starts working her clit with two fingers, her eyes still on mine while her free hand pulls on her nipples.
I stand so she can see me in all my fucking glory, my cock throbbing, my muscles tensed. I want to fuck her so bad, but not until she begs for my cock.
“If you want me inside, you’re going to have to beg for it.”
She continues rubbing, quickening her pace. “Please… Luca.”
“You have to say you need my cock.” My voice is calm, but inside I’m fucking losing it.
“I need it… I need your cock, Luca.”
You say the magic words, Abby, and you get what you want.
I pull her hands away from her pussy and raise her fingers up to my mouth, licking them clean as she gasps and writhes, her hands against the base of the tub.
That’s it, baby. You’re going to take me in. All of me.
Chapter 6
Abby
Oh God. How can anything feel this good? In all my life I have never felt pleasure like this. His hand cups my breast, taking it all into his mouth, his tongue swirling and sucking around my rigid nipple. His magnificent cock grazes my pussy and sends shockwaves through my body, until a long shiver surges down my spine. I let out a soft sigh as his other hand flits my nipple, and then comes up around my neck firmly.
Luca’s in total control and I can only react to the pleasure he is feeding me. The pressure inside of me is building again, and I want his cock inside me like I want breath to fill my lungs.
He looks down on me while cupping my flush cheeks in both hands, then his tongue slips past my lips, finding mine, dancing a dance of lovers in full dress. “You’re so beautiful, Abby.” His cock grinds into my lips, parting them slightly, ready to enter me. Like he was reading my thoughts, his length fills all of me, and I feel like I’ll split apart, like a knife cutting through warm butter. Just when I think I can’t take any more of him, he plunges deeper still and my body responds.
I rise to meet him, my arms furiously clutching his strong back, feeling his muscles tense with every movement, his powerful thrusts, slow and so deep.
The tile of the floor feels cool on my overheating body, radiating a heat that is stirring in the depths of me. The heat that comes from sexual energy that’s building slowly between two lusty fiends united in the arcs of utter pleasure.
His hand on my neck now slowly caresses, then tickles behind my ear, finding my hair and entwining his fingers through it, before he grabs and pulls on it slightly, but I don’t feel the pain. I only feel the pleasure of his cock rhythmically gliding in and out of me, pulsing and feeling its way through my dark tunnel of love.
The soft glow of the nightlight shines on his chiseled face, unshaven and rough, as it rubs against my own smooth cheek. I can feel, see, smell more than I ever have before. After tonight, after Luca, I can never go back.
I am completely at his mercy, as he pounds into me over and over again. Like a wild animal devouring its prey, he is powerful and relentless, and I’m willing to be devoured. There’s nothing I want more.
He stretches my arms above my head, holding them there with one of his mighty arms, his weight keeping me firmly in place, taking away all of my control. This is his show and I’m the entertainment.
My body is screaming now, the pleasure so intense that I can’t take much more of it without a release. Luca’s hand is on my breast, tugging on my nipple, and his other is on my hip controlling the action as his cock is filling and stretching me fully.
I tighten my pussy, gripping him as he moves in and out. He grunts his approval as his breathing quickens, and my satin glove continues its work, milking his manliness, edging him ever closer to release.
Merging sight, sound, breath, and world, my orgasm rushes to the surface like a strike of lightning, reaching every corner of my body, and deep scratch marks now adorn Luca’s back. I’m silent, and though I want to scream, I know I can’t. My voice is gone. My body is still rising to meet his thrusts, his grunts echoing in my ear, animal noises from my wild beast.
My pussy is both numb and electrically charged at the same time, tingling like never before. Luca is hammering into me, forcing my hips back every time I heave them up to meet him. “Oh fuck….” His body spasms, his mouth wide open, his eyes meet mine, my face molds to his cheek. Wave after wave of his come fills me, as he softly collapses into me, his hard stubble slightly scratching my face, his cock still throbbing inside me.
The world is a blur, my body relaxing, his light touch on my face. There is no place, and no one with whom I’d rather be, in this perfect moment than Luca.
He pulls his still semi-hard cock out of me, and then rolls his enormous body off of me. We both lie on the cold tile floor and stare at the ceiling. I turn toward him, lift his muscular arm, lay my head on his chest, and listen to his heart beat, my head rising and falling with his every breath. I had to touch his chest with my hand to be sure that this wasn’t all a dream, and to be absolutely sure that this was a real man, real flesh and blood, who had made me feel this way. We lay that way for a few minutes before Luca spoke. “I need a smoke and I’m fresh out. You smoke?”
“Smoking is bad for your health.”
“Abby, you’re fucking kidding me, right? If you had any idea what else I do that’s dangerous to my health, you’d laugh at yourself for saying that.”
“What kind of dangerous things?” I shifted to my stomach, and my head was up now, looking up at him curiously.
“You have no fucking idea. Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
We both dress, although I feel like I need another shower after that wild tryst. “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he says, and with that, he headed out the door.
Chapter 7
Luca
I walk the few blocks to the convenience store I saw on the way in. The fresh air helps me to clear my head. There’s no fucking way I should still be here right now. I should be two hundred miles up the Taconic Parkway, humming down the road toward fucking who knows where.
Instead I’m staying behind for a fine piece of pussy. Who was I kidding? Abby’s much more than that. She’s fucking incredible. Beautiful, too. I never had a fuck like that. Nothing and no one has ever even come close.
The bright lights in this place are messing with my eyes big time. Fuck. Do we really need a hundred fucking bulbs? I feel like I’m walking
through the pearly gates. I pick up a burner phone and some Lucky Strikes, and make my way out to the parking lot, sitting on a concrete half-wall to make a call to my boy Nicky for an update on things in the neighborhood.
Lighting a cancer stick with the phone planted between my ear and shoulder, I hear Nicky answer.
“Hey, Nicky, it’s me Luca.”
“What the fuck, Luca? Where are you, man? You have half the family looking for you.”
“North of you. Tarrytown. I’m shacked up with this fine piece of ass, and I’m figuring out my next move.”
“Tavollaci knows about the money and he’s coming for it. He visited me a little while ago and said, 'I want Luca’s heart on a platter.'”
I take a long draw and blow out a thin stream of smoke through pursed lips.
“That’s fucking nice. Sounds appetizing. Maybe with a little red wine…”
“Fuck, Luca. These guys mean business, you know that.”
“Who else knows?”
“You know Tavollaci, the crooked bastard. He wants it all for himself.”
“So I’m dealing with Tavollaci, Cerone, and probably Spiletti?”
“That would be my guess.”
“Just three on one then? I like those odds.”
“Why’d you do it, Luca?”
“I want out. Gotta’ go. We’ll be in touch.”
Fuck. Those guys are bad news. The worst of the worst. Tavollaci’s always been a loose fucking cannon with a black heart. That guy would murder his own mother just for the fuck of it. I’m no soldier, just a young thug working freelance to make ends meet.
I don’t always take the contracts he offers me. Just last month, I turned him down on a job to take out Paulie Falcone. He’s a good guy; I like him, that Paulie. He inadvertently crossed Tavollaci, at least in his eyes, and Tavollaci wanted him dead. He didn’t do anything I could see that warranted me carrying out a death sentence. I may be a thug, but I’ve got fucking principles. I’m not some psychopath who kills everything that moves. Not like Tavollaci and his crew.
I like to be selective. I feel like I know people. You can say I’m a good judge of character. If I were a businessman, and I’m not, but if I was, I’d say fuck that, that fucker’s a prick and we shouldn’t do business with him, and nine times out of ten, I’d be right.
That’s the way I handle things. If I don’t like the job, I don’t take it. Not wanting people to think I’m all moral and shit, I usually say I’m busy, or I’ve got another gig so I can’t whack this fucker for you. It’s kept me in the poor house for as long as I can remember, but what the fuck? A guy has to be able to look in the mirror at night and like who he sees looking back at him. Or at least not be absolutely disgusted. I’m not saying I’m a good guy or anything. I kill people for a living. But what I will say is that I have a fucking conscience and that counts for something.
Tossing the spent butt on the ground, I crush it under my heel. The same way I’m going to crush that fucker Tavollaci.
Chapter 8
Abby
Luca shows up about an hour after he left, and he has a look of worry on his face. Or maybe it’s determination. I can’t tell which.
I’m sitting on the couch and shut off the TV when he walks in. “The police were here shortly after you left.”
“What the fuck?” Luca’s hovering over me and he’s even more muscular than I remember.
“Don’t worry, they were just following up on what happened at Gino’s. A bunch of witnesses saw us leave together and they wanted to check in on me.”
“What did you tell them?”
“I told them you helped me and Mandy out when those guys grabbed us, and you wanted to make sure I got home safe.”
“Yeah, what else?”
“I told them you left a little while ago, which was the truth. I hate lying, so I’m glad it didn’t come down to it.”
“Did they ask my name?”
“Yes. I told them your first name, and I don’t know your last name so…”
She did good. There’s probably a few thousand guys named Luca in the tri-state area, and if they don’t have my last name, they can’t run my identity against their records.
“Thanks, darling.”
“It’s Abby, remember?” I smile and my tone is playful, rather than firm like it was earlier in the night.
Luca plops down on the couch next to me, and I think for a second I hear a spring pop. I wouldn’t be surprised. He’s a big guy, and I got this couch off the curb a few years back.
Rubbing his hands through his hair, he lets out a long sigh, his lungs noticeably emptying, then looks at me. “I have to go.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I have some business to take care of.”
“Are you coming back?” I never expected him to leave right now, but honestly, he’s not the type of guy who probably follows any regular patterns. I can see it in him that he’s not a nine-t0-fiver punching a clock every morning. Luca’s a guy used to being on the move, and likely at all hours of the night.
“Yeah, I’ll be back. I’m going to leave something with you and I want you to hide it for me. Do you have a spot you can hide something?”
I think for a second, and then I remember. “There’s a false back in one of my closets.”
“Good. Can you grab me a quick beer before I go?”
“Sure.” My mind is racing, but I go to the kitchen to do what he says. What would he want me to hide and what kind of business does someone do after midnight?
The couch is empty when I come back in, and I see him zipping up the bag in the corner. He gets up, bag in hand, and towering over me, he says, “Don’t, under any circumstances, look in this fucking bag. Do you understand me?” His voice is deadly serious, his eyes daggers, and it frightens me to see that slight hint of rage reminiscent from earlier.
I nod. His eyes soften, and his voice changes. “I want to keep you safe. If anyone comes here, you play dumb. Tell them what you told the cops and tell them I left for good. You got it, darling?”
“Who would come here?”
“Don’t you worry about that. Here’s the number for my phone. Call me if you need me, but only if you need me.” He scribbles the number down on a pad with a pen I have on the coffee table.
“Should I be scared?”
“No. I’ll protect you.”
My heart is beating at what feels like a thousand times a minute. What have I gotten myself into?
“Show me the closet.”
I walk him into the master bedroom, taking out a bunch of shoes stacked on a wire rack, a few boxes of winter clothes, and some old photo albums from the closet.
“You see the seam there in the corner?” I point to the spot and he squints with his eyes.
“Holy shit, if you didn’t show me where that was, it would have taken me for fucking ever to find it. That’s good, Abby.”
He grabs a knife out of his pocket and pries the edge back to reveal a small, dark space into which the bag fits perfectly. He places it in, and then seals it back up.
“Alright, put all this stuff back and make sure that spot is well-hidden.”
I do as he says, and after five minutes, I’m back in the living room just in time to see Luca finishing off his beer.
“I’ll be back soon, Abby.”
“You’re leaving now?”
“Yeah, darling. I’ll be back, though. I promise.”
He kisses me deeply, his swirling tongue activating my desires, and I am hopeless to resist him. What is it about this man, this beast, that holds my heart in his hand? With that power comes the ability to crush it. To crush me.
“Be safe,” I whisper in his ear, my head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat, reminding me that everything I just experienced with this man was real.
And then like that, he’s gone. The rumble of his car pervades the quiet night, and I know he is driving into the teeth of d
anger. I saw what he pried that door open with. It was no Cub Scout pocket knife. That was the knife of someone who knows how to use one.
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A hot cup of tea and then I’m in bed, the side lamp on, looking over my old photo albums.
The phone rings. It’s Mandy.
“Holy Christ, Abby, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Mandy.”
“You left with that psycho and I thought you were dead.”
“He took me home to make sure I was alright.”
“You’re kidding me? That animal?”
“He’s actually pretty nice.”
“Whatever. Where is he now?”
“He just left.”
“Just now? What were you guys doing?”
“I felt like I owed him a beer.”
“You know those guys were a freaking wreck. I didn’t even recognize one of them. Two of them needed an ambulance.”
“Thanks for checking in. It’s been a long night, Mandy, and I just want to get some rest.”
“Right, sorry Abby. I’m glad you’re okay. Get some rest.”
I was glad when I hung up. Mandy’s my best friend, but she’s a little high-strung. I just couldn’t deal with her energy. Besides, she called Luca a psycho. I see him more like a man who knows how to take care of business.
I look at the album to take my mind off tonight and try to stop worrying about Luca. My favorite is a picture of my parents holding me when I was just a little girl. Maybe seven or eight years old. That was right around the time my mom was killed in a car crash. My father swerved to miss a deer, but instead he hit a tree, and just like that, my mom was gone forever. I remember the police coming to my grandmother’s house, where I was sleeping over, to tell her. After hearing the news, she collapsed in the doorway and had to be taken to the hospital to be observed overnight. It turns out she had a heart attack and died a week after. Just like that, two of the three people I loved the most in my life were gone.
The world is cruel was the message I took from this incredible loss in my life when I was so young. It threatened to tear me into shreds of my former self, and I cried for weeks, maybe months, until there were no more tears left. A person can only cry so much before every bit of moisture capable of forming a tear is sucked dry, like my insides were shriveling up.
