KNOCKED UP BY THE HITMAN

by Nicole Fox

  “Sounds silly and sappy.”

  I smacked him.

  “It’s romantic!”

  He laughed.

  “I’m sure it’s just soo romantic. Getting soaking wet and catching pneumonia. Just, ah, romance.”

  “You wouldn’t understand, you big meathead.”

  He reached down and tickled my sides. I let out a yelp and he kept doing it.

  “I’m surprised that you like something like that, though. Romance and all that shit.”

  I nudged him away a little for his teases.

  “And why wouldn’t I? I’m still a woman, aren’t I? It’s, you know, appealing.”

  “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He grinned and pressed close to me. His hands settled on either side of my head. I was made very, very much aware of how close he was. “So, you like to be wooed, huh?”

  “No one calls it wooing anymore.”

  “Oh, what would you call it?”

  “I like being seduced.”

  He chuckled and leaned forward—I thought he was going to kiss me. I was ready for it. The atmosphere was so nice for it, after all. All the rain and seclusion—the rain so hard even if there were cars on the road, they wouldn’t have been able to see us at all.

  But instead of kissing me on the lips, he bypassed my lips entirely. He skimmed my jaw and nibbled his way into my neck. I gasped softly. This was a lot more tender than the way he had bitten me when he’d fucked me.

  “Something wrong?” he asked, and I swore I could feel the grin of his lips against my skin.

  “Nothing wrong at all.”

  “Good.”

  He sucked and nibbled at my neck, his hands coming up to cup my breasts over my shirt. My nipples were pert from the cold of the rain and the arousal that I felt. He rubbed and massaged them, his fingers playing over my nipples. I panted and rocked my hips against him as he wound me up tight.

  “You sound pretty when I’m making you wet,” he said.

  “Fuck …”

  “We could …”

  My skin flushed at the implication. I hadn’t intended on sleeping with him again after the first time … But damn if I hadn’t loved the way that he’d felt between my legs.

  “Please …”

  He chuckled a little at my neck and kept nibbling there, playing with my breasts, until he dragged his nails down and slid his hands beneath my shirt. He splayed his hands over my belly before dipping lower, popping the button to my jeans, and pulling the zipper down.

  “You want me to fuck you, Ember?” he asked, his voice husky.

  I nodded.

  “I need you to fuck me.”

  His hand slid into my pants and I bucked against him when his fingers immediately found my clit. He was right—I was already so, so wet, and my clit was hard and throbbing even before he touched me. I gasped and panted when he started rubbing me there. I soaked my panties with how good it felt.

  Fuck.

  His fingers dipped down lower, slipping inside me to work me open. I gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer to me and tugged his head from my neck so I could kiss him properly. He practically drank from my mouth and I moaned against him; I was realizing that I was becoming quickly addicted to Wheeler’s kisses. Whether or not that was a good thing would remain to be seen, but I didn’t care about all of that right now. All that mattered was that he was plunging his fingers into me and it had me pulsing around him, slick and wet.

  As slow as he was going in getting to fucking me, I think both our patience was wearing thin. He worked me up, but all too soon he was pulling his hand from my jeans, tugging them down along with my panties. He flipped me over, pressing my front to the tree while he tugged my back against him.

  I mewled when he palmed my ass, squeezing it and admiring it.

  “You have such a glorious, lovely ass,” he growled out. “But it’s not as nice as this pretty pussy of yours.”

  I wiggled my hips at him, jutting my ass out, presenting that pretty pussy.

  “Wheeler, please,” I said. “Fuck me.”

  The zip of his zipper sounded, and he spread me open with his hands before pressing the head of his cock against me. He as thick and long and I reveled in every thick inch that sank into me in one hot stroke. He bottomed out deeply inside me and I moaned, clawing the tree as he started rocking inside me. His cock hit all the good spots inside me. I shuddered and clenched around his cock, drawing him deeper into me.

  “God, that’s so good, Wheeler. Fuck, harder.”

  “You’re tryin’ to take it all at once, baby; you think you can handle that?”

  “What kinda girl do you think I am?”

  He laughed.

  “The kind that knows how she wants her cock.”

  He gripped my hair, pulling me back against him. He bit into my neck and I cried out in ecstasy, and he kept plunging his cock in and out of my tight hole. I dripped down my thighs and over his cock and it was so nasty and lewd and out in the open, but I didn’t care. He made me shake and shiver in the best of ways and I rocked back on his cock like a whore.

  “Just like that, baby. Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight!” Wheeler growled against my neck, still keeping that tight hold on my hair like it was reins instead of hair. I loved it.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

  He drove into me, driving me orgasm out of me so quickly I didn’t know what to do with myself. I mewled, my legs trembling and buckling at the intense waves of pleasure that rolled through me. I shook and shook and as Wheeler kept fucking me, it was almost too much—but I loved it more than enough to keep rocking back against him, wanting him to hurry up and cum, wanting to feel his pleasure too.

  “Come on, Wheeler. Cum for me.”

  “Fuck, that shit is so hot. You want me to cum in you?”

  I whined and nodded.

  “Please, please, please—”

  He drove into me harder and faster, eventually pressing me almost painfully against the tree to snap flush into my pussy, flooding it with cum. I had never been cum in before, in honesty. The heat of his seed was divine and I moaned, rocking back to milk him for all he was worth. What delighted me was the fact that he wasn’t getting soft inside me.

  “Fucking hell, that’s hot. So fucking hot.” He gripped my hips and kept rocking himself inside me, cursing up a storm. He rolled his hips, smooth and hard, and made me grip the tree as I let him use my pussy for his pleasure. My cum mixed with his, leaking out of my aching, swollen pussy while he enjoyed how tight I was getting. I was so sensitive; I felt on the cusp of another orgasm.

  “God, don’t stop!”

  I’d never had a man that could go again a second time after cumming like that. It had me whining like a little bitch and just. God, it was amazing, and I didn’t know what to do with myself!

  It was only made more intense when he slipped his hand around and started flicking my clit along with the roughness of his cock inside me. I was done for when he did that, shuddering out a moan and buckling again as another orgasm overtook me and wracking through my whole entire body.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck!”

  Wheeler didn’t stop, and I lost track of the time it took for him to cum again, just that while he was fucking through my second orgasm, it felt better than anything I had ever experienced in my entire life—and that was the truth.

  He pressed flush to me again when he finally came to his second orgasm, and he pressed to me, mouthing at my tattooed shoulder as he emptied into my pussy. There was such a mess there—I would need a shower at some point, but that was far from my mind then. There was just the ache in my thighs and inside me and the pleasing warmth that was settled in my womb.

  Wheeler laughed.

  “What are you laughing for?” I asked, too weak to look behind me to see for myself.

  “It’s stopped raining. Seems we ended up outlasting the bad weather.”

  I looked up and sure enough, the rain was long gone. I chuckled.

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nbsp; “Seems we have.” I nudged him with my ass, since we were still back there. “We should get back on the road before someone gets us for indecent exposure.”

  “And public fornication.”

  I chuckled.

  Wheeler pulled out of me, keeping a hold on me to make sure I wouldn’t fall before I managed to pull myself standing upright. He was already tucking himself back into his jeans and zipping up. As I slid my panties back up, I noted the slickness between my thighs … the pooled cum against my panties …

  Wheeler was already walking back over to his bike, but I bit my lip.

  Shit.

  That was twice now, wasn’t it?

  I made a mental to pick up condoms at some point if fucking Wheeler was going to become a regular thing. I was never so irresponsible but … goddamn there was something about Wheeler and this whole situation that was making me throw caution to the wind. Like an idiot.

  It was just two times. You’ll be fine. Just don’t do it again …

  “Hey, Ember, you coming or is this your stop?” Wheeler teased.

  “Oh, shut up, asshole.”

  I bounded over, albeit a bit shakily. I hopped on the back of his bike and wrapped myself around him. Admittedly, the thought of our irresponsible behavior left me as quickly as we zoomed off onto the road again. What could I say …

  I was finding myself impossibly drawn to him, and that was making me make bad choices.

  Chapter Ten Wheeler

  Ember was driving me insane. I had just cum in her. Twice. And if the rain hadn’t stopped, I probably would have fucked her again. This little trip to San Diego was beginning to have a few more perks than I’d initially thought it would have. With that, though, I could feel the line between business and pleasure blurring steadily with … something more. Something I wasn’t going to think about right now.

  Because of our detour, we wouldn’t make it to the San Diego chapter before nightfall. With the lookout for Ember, I didn’t want to push our luck being in pubic too late when she had already been noticed by a day drunk.

  I wheeled us into a motel parking lot. It was a shady kind of deal, but it meant that the owner was likely used to shady people and used to not talking when they weren’t supposed to.

  “Wait here. I’ll get our room and everything set up.”

  She nodded.

  “No problem. Don’t take too long though. I’m freezing,” she said with a laugh.

  I chuckled. Right … should probably do something about that.

  I walked into the motel and went up to the front counter.

  “Hey, I need a room for the night.”

  “You want a suite, double beds …?” The person behind the counter didn’t even look up from his magazine, but I didn’t really care about personable people or manners.

  “Just whatever single bed room is available. I don’t really care.”

  The man sighed and closed his magazine—after marking its place where he was reading—and started typing on an incredibly old computer.

  “I got room one-thirteen open.”

  “That’s fine.”

  He got me a keycard and a pamphlet.

  “Enjoy your stay,” he said blandly.

  “I’m sure I will. Oh—is there somewhere in here I can wash clothes or something?”

  “Down the hall to the left. You have to bring your own detergent though.”

  “Right. Okay, thanks.”

  I took the keycard and the pamphlet that I wouldn’t need and headed outside, waving Ember over.

  “Come on.”

  She hopped off the bike and came over to me. I led her inside, past the man at the reception desk before he could get a good look at her, just out of precaution. I opened up one-thirteen. It was a standard, rinky dink little motel room, but it had a bed, and that would do for now.

  “He said that there was a place we could wash our clothes,” I told her. “So I figure you hop in the shower and I’ll take your things down, wash them. You get out, get dressed, and then you can take my stuff.”

  “How domestic.”

  I stuck my tongue out at her.

  “Sound like a good idea or not? I’ll order pizza or something when we’re done. I’m fucking hungry as shit, yanno.”

  She laughed.

  “Sounds like a good idea.”

  She started to get undressed. It felt natural at this point, even after only a few days of being in each other’s presence. Then again … We’d fucked twice now. So there was that.

  I took her clothes and kissed her on the nose.

  “I’ll be back with these.”

  I think she tried to hide the blush that flamed across her face, but she couldn’t hide it from me. I chuckled and went out, getting her clothes done while she was bathing.

  The washing machine and the dryer system that the hotel had was shit, but it would do. It didn’t take nearly as long as they did back home, but I could only assume that was to keep people from taking up a bunch of time getting clothes washed. Not like this motel was busy enough for that.

  Ember’s clothes took a whopping thirty minutes to get through. I brought them back to the room clean and dry. She was sitting on the bed with her towel wrapped around her, legs crossed.

  “Took you long enough,” she teased. I tossed her clothes to the bed.

  “Hush. You just got out of the shower; you’re still sopping wet. You weren’t waiting that long.”

  She stuck her tongue out at me and dropped her towel.

  “I’m going to make you wait extra-long,” she said. “For your clothes now. An hour. Maybe even two. And you’re not even going to be able to come after me because you won’t be in any clothes. You’ll just have your towel and maybe the shred of dignity that that towel will bring.”

  “You’re so mean. You know that, don’t you?”

  She grinned.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  She went to finish putting her clothes on, but I was snatched them from her. Before she could properly protest, I nudged her back on the bed.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, giving me a raised brow. I only grinned at her and scooted onto the bed with her, between her legs.

  “You’re being awfully mean to me, so I think I’m gonna punish you.”

  She snorted.

  “Is that what you think you’re gonna do?” She rolled her eyes at me and went to scoot away, but I got her by the thighs before she could get herself away. I spread her wide open, seeing those pretty petals of pussy in front of my face.

  “It’s definitely what I know I’m gonna do, Ember. What are you gonna do? Stop me?”

  She bit her lip, watching me. But she didn’t tell me no, either.

  I smirked at her and leaned in, breathing in her scent. She smelled so good, I couldn’t help but drag my tongue out over her slit. She arched against me, but I held her down. I was the one in control after all.

  “Ah, ah. You keep still and let me do what I want.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “If you insist.”

  I delved into her pussy with my tongue, lapping up at the juices that were beginning to pool between her lips. She moaned.

  “Oh, Wheeler, fuck.”

  I chuckled against her folds and fucked her on my tongue. In and out, in and out, slurping and suckling, too. I held her hips so I could have her the way I wanted her, and the wetter she got, the more she mewled and tried to buck up against me. When I had her riled, I moved up, taking her clit in my lips.

  Her thighs trembled hard and she cried out.

  “Fuck, fuck—!”

  Wet pooled out from between her pussy lips. She had cum—good. But that didn’t mean I was going to stop and when she realized that, her whines got higher.

  “Wheeler, it’s so much.”

  “You can handle it.”

  She whined again and I kept my mouth on her clit, sucking it into my mouth and letting my tongue work over it hard. She taste
d divine and her clit felt good in my mouth, like it had been made to be sucked between my lips to taste.

  I growled. I fucking loved doing this to women, especially thick women like Ember with flesh to dig my nails into and pussies lush and sweet.