KNOCKED UP BY THE HITMAN

by Nicole Fox

  I didn’t let Russell have all the fun. Setting to work on his clothes, I quickly undid the knot of his tie and pulled it off and over his head. Next was his suit jacket, then his shirt. And as I did the necessary business, Russell continued to kiss me, his lips moving along my sides, then over my stomach, then finally to the cleavage that was nearly bursting out of my bra. Reaching behind me, I undid the clasp of the bra and slipped it off, Russell’s attention going right to my now-hard nipples. He licked and sucked my breasts in the way he was fond of doing, and as he did I sighed and ran my hands through his hair, messing up his tight, slicked-back style.

  Stepping out of my heels, I let Russell move me towards the bed. Positioning me over it, he took his lips off of my body long enough to look at me with a sexy little smile and give me a playful push back and onto the mattress. My eyes lingered on his breathtaking body, flicking from his pecs to his abs to his tattooed arms. I wanted that body on top of me right that instant.

  But Russell had other plans. He dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around my legs, and pulled me close, my sex only a few inches from his face. Slipping his fingers under my panties, he pulled them off, ducking his head as they moved down my legs. Now I was totally nude.

  “Goddamn,” he said, looking over my body from his low vantage point. “You are so fucking sexy.”

  Knowing Russell, a man who could’ve had any woman at that party, wanted me most of all was a thrill beyond all others. I spread my legs open, giving him a full view of my sex. A smile crossed his face for a brief moment before he placed his lips on my inner thighs, his kisses sending shivers of lust up my body. I wanted what he had in mind more than anything, but Russell, always the tease, didn’t jump right into it. He started with my thighs, gradually moving in closer and closer until I could feel his warm breath on my lips. Then, he began kissing me around my sex, his touch gradually moving in closer and closer to where I wanted him to be.

  Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Russell moved his hand over my pussy and slipped a pair of fingers inside of me. I gasped as he entered me, my sex already wet and ready. He continued to kiss my thighs, now moving his fingers in and out of me at a steady pace. I sighed in pleasure, my hands dug into his hair as I guided him towards me. Soon, he decided that the teasing was over. Spreading me open, he started with long, slow drags of his tongue over my pussy, the feeling beyond compare.

  “Oh, God,” I said, closing my eyes and focusing on the twin feelings of his fingers and tongue.

  “You taste like heaven,” he said, removing his mouth for a brief moment before setting back to work.

  After a series of slow licks of the flat surface of his tongue, Russell picked up the pace and began stimulating my clitoris with quick, lapping darts of his tongue. As soon as this began, I knew that it wasn’t going to take much for me to cum. Russell kept at this for several heavenly minutes, the sound of his tongue doing its work blending with the sighs and moans that left my mouth. Before too long, his efforts paid off. A pulsing, shattering orgasm ripped through my body, and I couldn’t help but scream and shout in total blissful agony. Russell kept at it, stimulating me through the orgasm. When it faded, he stopped and heaved himself up, moving towards me until he was over top of me and looking into my eyes with that piercing stare that I just couldn’t get enough of.

  “Please,” I said. “I need it. I need it so fucking bad.”

  I was worried that Russell might tease me a little more, that he might find some way to drag me pleasure out instead of giving me what I craved hard and deep. But his thoughts were the same as mine. Propping himself up on one arm, the muscles bulging and capturing my attention, he undid his belt and pants with the other and slipped the last bit of clothing off of his body. His massive erection pointed straight down, and I felt myself grow somehow even more aroused as I laid eyes on his glorious prick.

  Russell took hold of his cock one hand and guided it into me. As soon as the first of his many inches entered me, something took hold of my body, seizing it up in a fit of pleasure. I wrapped my arm around Russell, holding onto him tight. He then began moving in me, sliding his cock in and out of me at a slow, deep pace. And throughout it all, his eyes remained locked onto me. Between his gaze and the pleasure he was giving me, Russell had me in a bizarre trance of ecstasy.

  He continued to thrust, his pace staying slow and steady. My hands moved along the hard lines of his body, taking in the sensual feeling of his stone-solid form. And as he penetrated me over and over, I couldn’t help but notice that there was something different about the sex, something … more intimate. Russell was typically the type to pound the living daylights out of me, liking his sex rough and hard. And I was more than willing to enjoy it right along with him. But now, as he moved inside of me with slow, penetrating thrusts, I felt that there was something more between the two of us.

  Was this … love?

  I didn’t know, but either way, what was happening now was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before with any other man. He continued to gaze down at me with that steely stare of his, the effect of his eyes on me making me feel small and vulnerable yet safe and protected, all at the same time. And all I wanted was for him to keep going, to take me to the heights of pleasure that I knew he could.

  Soon, Russell’s pace increased, but only a little bit. His movements into me remained full, deep plunges and the pleasure that he produced was like the slowly-building waves in the ocean outside our home, starting small but building into a crescendo as the force of the water crashed against the shore. I drew closer to another orgasm, and I could sense that he was too. His breathing quickened, and he lowered his body until I could feel the warmth of his sweat-sheened skin all over me.

  After a bit more of this, Russell’s thrust increased in intensity. He was now driving into me at full force, lifting his hips and filling me over and over again. I could hardly stand the pleasure, my nails digging into his back as he fucked me. Then, without warning, I came again, this orgasm somehow more pleasurable than the last. Russell’s orgasm soon followed, and with a powerful, deep shudder, and a groan that was almost animalistic, he emptied himself into me.

  Once he was done, I felt the weight of his body lower down onto me, his back rising and falling as he caught his breath. After a moment, he rolled to the side of me, his eyes still locked onto mine. Something was different about this sex, but I couldn’t quite tell what.

  “What?” I said, a smile on my face.

  “Nothing,” he said. “That was just really nice, is all.”

  I smiled. This was unlike Russell; it was more … tender. Then, he slipped his arm under me and pulled me close. I tucked into the warmth of his body, a smile on my lips.

  That was when it occurred to me what the difference was: all of the sex up until now had been something else—something less intimate. It was amazing every time, sure, but any sort of real emotional connection was lacking. But this time … this time was different. Now, we’d finally actually made love. I wanted to say something, to ask Russell if his feelings toward me had indeed changed.

  But I decided to let things lie. Everything was perfect as it was, and letting the sound of Russell’s heartbeat lull me to sleep, I was soon off in a wonderful dream.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Alyssa

  As much fun as I’d had in LA, I couldn’t help but be ready to come back to the city I’d called home for years. As we approached New York, the building-packed shape of Manhattan appearing through the cloudbanks, I let the satisfaction of a job well done come over me. After all, this last month had been hard work—for me and for Russell. But I knew that he had no time to rest; as soon as we returned home he had inventory to offload and another trip to LA to prepare for.

  “You gonna be able to entertain yourself tonight?” he asked me.

  “Big plans?” I asked in response.

  “Got a meeting with a distributor,” he said. “Gonna have to be out late.”

 
“I think I’ll be fine,” I said with a smile. “Not hard to find things to do in the city.”

  He didn’t return the expression. Instead, a hard look came across his features.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Listen,” he said. “I want you to stay in tonight. Don’t go out; just relax at home, order some take-out or something.”

  Worry gripped me. I could tell that there was something Russell wasn’t telling me.

  “Why?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s … just do what I say. Don’t leave the house.”

  His voice was grave.

  “Sure,” I said, knowing that the odds of him telling me exactly what was going on were slim. “But … am I in danger or something?”

  “It’s just been a long trip, and I’d feel a lot better knowing that you were in the apartment tonight. Just do this for me.”

  “Okay, Russ,” I said.

  With that, he left the living room. Feeling out of sorts from the conversation, I headed to the bedroom to put away my things. The strange conversation weighed heavily on my mind, and though I wanted more than anything for Russell to explain just what was on his mind, I decided to let it go for now.

  Gotta trust him if we’re going to keep going with this … thing we have.

  That was another issue: just what was going on here with the two of us? Technically, it was still what it was before, with me being Russ’s property. But after our time in LA, things seemed different; it seemed like we were on more equal footing than we had been. Once I finished unpacking my things, I stomped on the ground in frustration. I hated being left in the dark, but it didn’t look like there was any way around it. Russ would tell me when he deemed fit.

  A bit later in the afternoon, as I tried to push my worries aside with a little reading, Russell approached me.

  “Okay,” he said. “I’m heading out. Remember what I said about staying in.”

  “Sure,” I said.

  “I’ll be back later in the evening.”

  Then he left without another word. Once I heard the engine of the car start and fade into the distance, I hopped up from my seat and got my shoes on. Russell had said to stay in, but there was something I needed to do to put my mind at ease.

  An hour or so later, I stood in the bathroom with the pregnancy test I’d bought in hand.

  Two bars. Positive. I was pregnant with Russell’s baby.

  Feeling lightheaded, I sat down on the toilet and tried to collect my thoughts. I had no idea what to make of this new information. Never at any point had he and I discussed this possibility, and I was at a loss to figure out how a baby worked with the whole “property” situation.

  Does that mean the baby is his, too? I thought with a smile that was equal parts grim and amused.

  I paced around the house for a while, the test in my hand. What was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to call Russell now? It didn’t seem like there was a good option in any of this. Sure, he’d been warming up to me, but I had no idea how he’d take the news that we were about to become a family.

  Before I could consider the matter for much longer, a ding sounded from the direction of Russell’s office. It sounded like the noise of an incoming text message and was followed by another one, then another one.

  I walked slowly towards the office, knowing that the room was more or less off-limits to me. But after that strange conversation about me staying inside today, I had to try and find some clue as to what was going on with him.

  Opening the office door, my eyes fell on Russell’s iPad which was sitting plugged in on the desk. Normally he’d take it with him, but he must’ve forgotten. I knew that he’d be furious if I touched his things, but I couldn’t help it. I took the device off the desk and saw that the screen was filled with text messages.

  They were from Cory.

  “Bro, you gotta help me out,” said one. “Please, bro, I’m begging you, I’m at the end of my rope,” said another. All of the texts were full of desperation, and judging by the fact that they were one after another, I could see that Russell wasn’t responding to them.

  Then, they all disappeared. Russell must’ve either checked them or blocked Cory’s number.

  I set the iPad back down and hurried out of the room. Was this what Russell was worried about? Had Cory been trying to get into contact with Russell in a way that made Russell fearful of my safety? It stood to reason that Cory would try to talk to his brother if he ended up hitting rock bottom, but I didn’t know to what lengths he was ready to go if he became desperate.

  It all seemed like too much. Between this and the pregnancy, I felt scared and trapped. All I wanted was for Russell to come back and tell me that everything was going to be all right. But he’d said he’d be back late.

  The day went on, and I decided to take Russell’s advice and order some take-out. But when the food came and I opened it up on the living room table, the TV playing one thing or another, all I could do was listlessly poke at it. All of my worries had killed whatever appetite I had.

  Just eat something, I told myself. You’re eating for two, remember?

  I forced myself to eat a few bites of the sandwich and French fries that I’d ordered, but it didn’t go down easy. All I wanted to do was pace back and forth until Russell came back.

  Eventually, I decided that I couldn’t stay cooped up in the house all day. I needed to get out and get some fresh air, if only for a little while. Especially since there was only a little bit of daylight left; I wanted to be home before dark.

  So, grabbing my things, I headed out. Russell’s place was only a few blocks from Central Park, so it only took me a few minutes before I was surrounded by fresh air, tall trees, and snow-dusted hills. We’d missed the worst of the winter weather while we were in LA, and only a bit of snow and a mild chill in the air remained. The walk did me some good, though I found paranoia getting the better of me. Cory’s texts and Russell’s warnings were fresh in my mind, and I wondered just how good of an idea it was for me to be walking around here by myself.

  Cory wouldn’t do anything like that, I thought. He might be a junkie, sure, but he seemed more like a harmless loser than anything else.

  But then the night that he’d tried to make a move on me came back in startling clarity. I’d forgotten all about it, but he had tried to do … something. I wasn’t sure what he’d been willing to do that night, but something about the look in his eyes had made me feel like perhaps Russell’s warnings might not’ve been so outlandish.

  Eventually, the sun fell and the park grew darker and darker. There didn’t seem to be many people out and about, and I began to feel much less safe than I had when I started out for my walk. Not to mention that I was with child.

  I’m a pregnant woman wandering around the park at night, I thought. This is stupid; I need to get back home.

  Turning around, I started back towards the direction of the townhouse. Shadows seemed to jump out at me from every turn, and every man walking alone caused fear to rise up in my stomach, as though any one of them might be Cory. Soon, I was out of the park and back onto the street that the townhouse was on. I only had a few blocks to go, and my pace quickened the closer I got.

  Eventually, I reached the house, relief washing over me in a cool wave as I approached the front steps. Taking out my keys, I hurried to the front door and slipped the key into the lock.

  But as soon as I opened the door just a crack, I felt something. Something was pressing hard into my back. And then I felt a presence.

  There was someone behind me.

  “Hey, cutie pie,” said the familiar voice of Cory from just over my shoulder. “Been a while.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Alyssa

  “Just keep doing what you’re doing,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “Walk into the house and don’t say a word. You scream and you won’t like what happens next.”

  My eyes were wide and my blood pounded through my veins like ice. I don’t
think I could’ve screamed at that moment even if I wanted to.

  “Step inside,” said Cory, “Right fucking now.”

  Then he gave my back a firm jab with whatever it was in his hand. I did what he said, walking into the house like nothing was wrong. Once I was inside, Cory followed me in and shut the door behind us.

  “Now lock all the locks and give me your key,” he said.

  He was standing to the side of me, and though I could now see him a little out of the corner of my eye, his face was shrouded in the hood of the black sweatshirt he wore. Clad all in black and his face hidden, he reminded me of death itself.