by Liz K. Lorde
He sticks himself in me slowly again, I think he’s still concerned for taking me for the first time, but when he pushes himself as deeply as my pussy will permit, he starts thrusting quicker and quicker. Every time that he moves inside of me, I can feel the force of his whole body, the weight of every nuanced movement. I clench my legs around him harder, and I try and work muscles that I’ve never used – clamping my pussy further against his thick shaft. The way it stretches me out hurts, but the pain of it is becoming much less.
“Fuck Vivian,” Connifer growls, pushing me even further to that delicious climax. “I could fuck this perfect pussy day and night.”
Oh god. He starts bucking into me wildly now, and when I thought that I was going fast rocking on his dick before, this is nothing compared to now. “Shit,” I breathe, panting like an animal in heat. “You’re going to rip me apart Con.”
“Good,” he says. “I want you to come all over this cock baby.” And just like that I snap. Waves of succulent euphoria overtake me from my toes, to my spine, to my head. Everything melts away as my pussy convulses around his thick, still wildly charging cock. I scream out something obscene and let him pound into me while I drift away to another place. “Yes baby,” he grunts, “that’s right keep going. I want to taste your cum after I’m done with you.”
“Fuckkk,” I feel like my throat’s on fire from all the passion. In this moment, everything is his. All of me.
Connifer slows his pace now, and he wraps just one arm around me to keep me lifted in the air. “Hold on tight baby,” he instructs, and I feel his other hand move over to my clit.
Shit.
“I told you what I want my slut, I’m getting close,” he growls, teasing my clit with his finger while he fucks me like a man possessed. “Come again for me. Now.”
Oh Jesus. Another orgasm ripples through me effortlessly, and I feel my whole body have tiny convulsions now and it’s un-fucking real. “It’s so sensitive,” I cry, and that’s when I feel Connifer ease me back down onto the bed and take his cock from my sopping pussy.
I curl up into a tight ball and ride the waves of joy for a moment before the light comes back to my eyes and I see a naked Connifer come to my vision. His hard body is slick with sweat, and my eyes drink in the sight of his myriad of tattoo’s sleeved on his arm and chest. Angels, demons, and other intricate black designs. In this second I can’t tell what he is to me now. Angel or demon.
His cock is still rock hard and soaked with an opaque condom wrapped around it. “I’m going to fuck your pretty little face, Princess.” He susurrates and peels off the protection, letting it drop to the floor before grabbing underneath my shoulders and yanking me to the end of the bed. His cock and his muscled legs are all that I can see. He’s got a small, trimmed patch of pubic hair that’s drenched in white.
Guess that’s my fault.
Connifer puts a strong hand beneath at my neck, and I love the way it feels around me. He then grabs a fistful of my hair and holds my head up while I lay there, feeding me every inch of his cock while I purse my lips as best I can around his thickness. He starts thrusting with a wild abandon, but there’s also this controlled sense to the way that he moves – like he’s aware if he goes too hard it might put things in a bad direction. Even still, I’m threatening to gag around his cock while he facefucks me. Strings of saliva and pre-cum slip through the openings of my mouth – and when he pulls himself from my mouth completely to give me a second, they form trails between his shaft and my lips.
I take in a big breath and try and keep my eyes locked on his before he slams his cock back in me. He gets in so deep that he takes some of my throat too, and I feel my eyes begin to water again, and it’s taking every ounce of my power to not lose control.
This time I gag, so he pulls back a bit, but keeps that quick and needful rhythm. “Fuck I’m going to shoot inside of your throat baby,” he growls, “just like that. Keep looking at me with those slutty eyes just like that,” he croons. “Fuck, fuck yes.” Every inch of my body is singing in the afterglow of my orgasms now, and even though he tastes like salt I want nothing more than to drink down the sweetness of his warm cum.
Connifer throws his head back and makes a pained noise, pulling harder on my hair and making me cry out when he sprays jets of his thick white cum in my mouth. He spurts another and another, and I can’t even wrap my mind around how much he’s pumping in to me. There’s so much of it that some of the cum leaks from my lips and drips down my chin, but I swallow all of it that I can.
He takes his cock from my mouth and looks at me with a devilish grin, rubbing the head of his cock against my lips and letting me kiss up on it.
I roll my tongue down his shaft and notice another bead of cum from his tip, so I move back up and suck it up like a good girl, kissing his head again before moving to his balls and taking them in my mouth.
Addicted?
Hopelessly.
AFTER A QUICK CHANGE OF SHEETS we spent a little while laying together in bed, but I get this weird sense that cuddling isn’t the man’s strong suit. It kind of sucks, really, because the sex blew my mind more than I could have ever imagined. Connifer puts his arms behind his head, and shifts his head against his pillow.
I want to cuddle up against him, for some reason, but I can’t find the nerve now. “Got any other skill sets I should know about?”
“Well,” Connifer starts and cocks his head, not looking at me, “there are a few I could tell you about. Some others probably don’t make for the best of post-coital conversation.”
“Such as?” I ask, wondering more about the things that he thought he couldn’t tell men, rather than the things that he did.
Connifer turns his head to look at me, “Ever been hypnotized?”
“What? You mean like, put under a spell? That’s just pseudo-science crap.”
“Then you shouldn’t have a problem with trying it,” Connifer declares.
“Why do you even know hypnosis.”
“My job—“
“Which you still haven’t told me anything about,” I interrupt.
“—Requires a certain skill set,” he lets his eyes hang on mine for a moment, “and I thought it might be… beneficial.”
“Beneficial,” I say.
Connifer nods his head, “Violence isn’t always the answer, ya know.”
“I don’t know much about the mob, but I’m pretty sure that for them, violence is the answer.”
“Well mostly, yeah,” Connifer scoots closer to me, and just that simple act fills me with warmth. “But you know,” he puts a finger to my chin and lifts me up an inch, “some creatures are just more fragile than others.”
I wanted to say that if he was calling me fragile he could pound sand. That’s what I wanted to say. What ends up happening, is that me being around this man makes me feel weird, and all I can do is sit there inviting him in for a long, sensual kiss. His lips press against mine. They’re soft, but they have a hard and needing rhythm to their every movement.
I’d say he’s already doing a hell of a job hypnotizing me. Pretty much nothing else required, here.
I break from our kiss, “Are you serious?”
“Hardly ever,” Connifer says with a smug, snake of a smile.
“No,” I huff, “I mean about the whole…”
“Let me try it on you tonight,” he suggests, “if you like it, which since it’s from me, I know you will, then I’ll give you something really special here.” Connifer dips a hand to my crotch and cups my pussy like he’s the owner of it. He growls with deviant anticipation, “still wet. Good.”
Okay, considering the way my body is practically melting for him right now. Fine. I’ll do it. “Later tonight then,” I agree, but I grab his hand and force it away from my dripping pussy. “I still need time to… recover.”
Connifer smiles with sinister pride, “I can be gentle, lass.”
A shudder rolls through me at the thought of feeling his tongue on my pu
ssy against. Just the idea of it makes me tighten up, and it makes my clit ache with the need; the need of feeling his mouth suck on it. “I know you can,” I purr, and then move my lips to the corner, “I bet you call the ones before me that, too.”
For some reason that stings.
Connifer’s brows come down and his face sinks. He cocks his head, “Flower of my life. Don’t call anyone else that,” he says with what seems like bona-fide sincerity. Does he really mean that? Or is this just him being devil-may-care.
For some reason though, I find that strangely beautiful, and it touches me in a good way. But I don’t know what we are. What this is.
He took my virginity.
And even though I barely know him, it feels like I’ve known him for longer than I’ve even been alive. I’d never believed in that nonsense, but this tryst? It feels paramount.
“What’s ah matter?” He asks, cupping the side of my face and stroking affectionately. Just when I feel he can’t be any more distant, he keeps giving me these glimpses of light.
I swallow the pebble lodged in my throat, “You had me in a way that a man’s never, never had me before. You tried to embarrass me the day we met, and you came across as an asshole—“
“Guilty,” he says.
“—And, and you work for the mob. I quit you, and you just show up like I’m your property that got lost.”
There’s a serious glimmer in Connifer’s eyes now. This was the conversation that we should have had in the car, the conversation that has been burning beneath my skin, just waiting to erupt. “You didn’t quit me,” Connifer says and my jaw drops an inch. “Before I met you I promised myself that enough was enough, that I wouldn’t just fuck the next girl I meet. Look,” Connifer tightens his lips together and growls, “I’m addicted to feelin’ a woman explode over my cock. With the way I’m built, it just happens. But you? I couldn’t help myself. Like. Really couldn’t.”
Chains rope around my heart, and I feel an enigmatic force pull them in most painful ways. Fire twists up my spine, and a pool of heat fills the space in the back of my skull. “So I am nothing more than a piece of ass to you. You were thinking with your dick.” Feeling the pain start to sting at my eyes, I promptly turn away from Connifer, and begin to make my way off of the bed.
His hand grabs my arm hard, “Whoa whoa, wait!” He forces me to look at him, and just as I’m ready to unload more on to him, he says: “Ya didn’t let me finish. I couldn’t help myself in a different way. Usually you’re right. The whiskey or my cock does all the thinking, but it was—“
Now he looks petrified almost, like he only suddenly was able to realize that he might say something he can’t take back.
“—For once it felt like, well, it felt like my heart was having a say in things.”
We sit there on the bed on our knees, locked both physically together and in the way that we look into each other’s souls.
Whatever this is, there’s going to be no middle ground. I think that if I’m oil. He’s fire.
Connifer is first to end the private waltz of silence, “I don’t know where this is going. But I sure as fuck know that you didn’t quit me that night. Because I can’t quit you either.” Somehow I feel that, as good as this is, there’s still more that needs to be done. This whole relationship is way too much for me right now, but it’s also exactly what I need.
Before I have the chance to say anything, my body and heart come to the same conclusion that Connifer’s must have – because where I slowly approach his lips for a comforting, passionate kiss; Connifer moves in a little faster, a little harder. His hands slip across my skin and down my back all the way to my ass, and he squeezes me tight.
I let my silken tongue enter his mouth, let it begin that raw and spontaneous dance of lust. It’s like each kiss that we make stitches together the bleeding cuts of our hearts. Desperate to mend. Desperate to heal. Ravenous to know every small detail of his mouth.
I run my hands along his hard and sculpted abs. He feels so strong and powerful beneath the tips of my fingers, like I’m getting close to a demon that shouldn’t be touched. When my hands trail down the toned muscles of his legs, I can already feel the heat from his cock; still solid and ready to take me as it was before. My pussy clenches with the need to be filled by it. To cling along his shaft, and though I know we couldn’t do it, a part of me was completely seduced by the fantasy of feeling him spray his hot cum inside of me.
Before things get any hotter – and hell if they weren’t already blazing – I abruptly pull back from our embrace. “I can’t do this.” I can see just how hard Connifer is trying not to seduce me further. How he’s restricting that tide of lust and passion to press me against the bed and screw me prison style. “I need to know if I’m going to be safe,” I continue, “I need to know more about what you do. Who you are.”
Connifer brings his fingertips to his beard and strokes thoughtfully.
Before he can formulate what he’s going to say to me, a ringing fills the air. That’s not my cell phone, that’s for sure.
“Shit,” Connifer says and I think that he says beneath his breath: Fucking Brenaise. “Big boss is callin’.”
If it’d been any other line of work, I might’ve demanded that he not take it.
But I’m pretty sure they’d tie concrete blocks to his feet and dump him in a body of water if he doesn’t pick that up. Imagine that’s not the best way to go.
“We’ll talk when I get back,” he clips irritated.
CHAPTER 12
CONNIFER
JUST WHAT IN THE HIGHEST OF HELLS is wrong with me? I’m mad at having my moment interrupted with Vivian. For some reason, being pulled away from her, it just doesn’t feel right.
Still, this life, this work. It’s all that I have.
All that I’ll ever have.
I trust that she’ll be okay and take care of the littlest lass. The babe did seem to take a good liking to her.
Never been one for talking. Personally at least. Why the fuck does that scare me so much? I’ve never felt like this for a woman before.
Afraid.
The drive over to Leonardo’s doesn’t take too long. Least, when you’re me that is. Back in Dublin, boosting cars was a past-time more so than a crime; when I was just a kid, no more than thirteen, I was in and out of jail every other week for joyriding with my old crew. Those were better memories, even if they were a life of petty crime.
Parking at The Riz I make my way to the grand front doors, push them open, nod my head at Theodore Greenstone when he greets me and calls out my name. Theo’s a middle aged man, one of the Ligotti empire’s trusted people. Works as a service boy at the front, but he’s ripped like a gym rat. Leo’s father helped the guy when his own father passed when he was younger some ten years back.
I practically glide to the elevator and tap the button with my balled fist. Can’t seem to shake the scent of her from me, can’t erase the image of her hazel eyes from my mind. Heavy, that’s how I would describe it: My soul. What am I doing with this girl? She may be a brat, but she’s sweet and clean from the ruthless underworld I have to keep in order.
The elevator door opens and I step inside, turning to tap the button that will take me to the top most floor. The people at this fancy hotel say both in house, and on paper, that the floor I’m going to say is under construction. This construction, however, goes on in perpetuity. Think of it as a hush-hush place for all things illicit and people in need of a private space for engaging or planning any such activities.
Reaching the floor, the elevator dings and the doors open once more. The hallway is long and black doors flank either side of me. Walking past all of them, I make my way to the end of the tight and still somewhat foreboding hall, where Leo’s room awaits. Knocking on the door, I cross my arms over one another and wait; Leonardo messes with the chain just behind the door, and after a second the door swings open.
Leonardo looks at me with an amused smile, his green eye
s dancing with determination. “About time you showed up.”
I keep my arms crossed and don’t enter the room just yet. “You sound more and more like a woman every day.”
He rolls his head back and then looks at me, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I like anything more when it’s got something warm and persuasive between it’s legs,” I jest.
“Get your ass in here you misogynistic skull thumper.”
I slip through the doorway and say to Leo as I pass him, “Says more about you than it does me. We’re practically blood.”
“Not practically,” Leonardo proclaims.
The penthouse is gorgeous by my old standards. The standards I had back when I was growing up in Dublin. Floor to ceiling windows giving you a wonderful view of the city, atmospheric lights that come from the ceilings and walls – able to change to any color that you want. Right now they’re off, letting only the burning neon of the outside world and the moon to keep the room lit.
I turn around and bring my arms back down, “Come again?”
“We’re not practically blood,” Leonardo continues, stepping towards me with that characteristic bravado he’d had since as long as I’d known him. “We are blood, far as I’m concerned.”
We share an understanding smirk, and then we move over towards the windows that overlook the sleepless city.
“I’ll get us some drinks,” Leo whispers, leaving and returning a moment later, passing me a partially filled tumbler of whiskey and ice.
We don’t have to dream no more. All that power and money, all those girls and goals we used to chase, all the charities that we funded and all the vengeance we got. We reached that pinnacle that looked so far away when we were just beginning to work for Leonardo’s father.
“You mentioned the Brenaise,” I say, bringing the glass up to my lips and taking a sip of the robustly flavored liquor.
“Yeah,” Leonardo replies, not drinking from his glass. “There’s been movement by the Big Six,” he continues, “they finally caught wind that they won’t be meeting with Killaine anymore. So they’re pulling funding, which isn’t so bad…” the Big Six are high-rollers that Leonardo’s deceased father made numerous deals with. Nobody officially knows their names, and it’s assumed that all the business that we do with them is done through very specific lackeys, so that they can be far removed from the dirty work. “But now they’re gonna take their money,” Leo turns his head to face me, “and they’re going to go with who they trust.”
