Beast Mode Todd

by Jordan Silver

  I didn’t drag out the night though he begged me to stay and hang. I’d made up my mind that tomorrow I was going to have her ass spread eagle somewhere in this house with my cock stuffed inside her, and with the decision made there was no need for me to hang around any longer tonight.

  Plus I’d had all I could take of him for the night.

  I’d chosen tomorrow because it was her day off and he’d be gone from seven in the morning. I’ll be balls-deep inside her by seven-ten give or take. I sent him on a fool’s errand so I could steal a moment alone with her and she grew nervous as hell before he even cleared the door.

  I crowded her back against the refrigerator and just stood there looking down at her as her attention went back and forth between me and the door he’d just walked through. I waited for her to give me the brush off, to tell me to fuck off. But she didn’t.

  Instead she stared up at me with that hungry look in her eyes, mixed with uncertainty and still that hint of fear. “You’re quite the enigma aren’t you sweetheart?” I rested my hands on her hips and pulled her just a little bit closer.

  We could both hear him moving around in the garage looking for whatever it was I’d sent him for, which I’d already forgotten about. “We can’t…”

  “Shh. You’re safe.” I nuzzled her hairline inhaling her sweet scent while asking myself what the fuck I thought I was doing.

  I could pretend that this was just part of the deal, that I was still just reeling her in, but inside I knew different. All those evenings I’d been sneaking over here, buttering her up, something else had been happening to me too. Somehow it was becoming harder and harder to call up that anger that was once like air.

  I knew she wanted to kiss me and to be perverse or more like to insure myself that I was still the one in control, I refused to give her my mouth. I don’t know how long we stood there like that. Me holding her, my cock mere inches away from the heat between her thighs. Could’ve been minutes or seconds. Tomorrow suddenly felt a million miles away.

  There was an extra element added with the fact that he was so close, that there were only a few feet between us and discovery. I didn’t feel too interested now though, in him catching us together. Things were becoming muddled in my head.

  I squinted down at her as I fought valiantly to remind myself that she wasn’t to be trusted. For all I know this could be a con. “He’s gonna come back soon.” She tried evading my hold but I tightened my hands on her hips and held on.

  “ I can hear him, relax.” I stood there long enough for her to become as uncomfortable as I was, not saying shit, just looking at each other. How could she be this innocent? How could she not know that with our history she should be watching her back?

  It was at the tip of my tongue to ask her why she wasn’t more wary, why she hadn’t blown my cover? As much time as we’d spent together I was still no closer to figure her ass out. I could accuse her of letting me get away with this shit while she was engaged, but I’d seen enough of their life together to know that there was more there than met the eye. Plus the fact that it would be out of pure spite since I’m the one who’s been working at breaking down her defenses.

  She hasn’t given me any encouragement to be fair, but neither has she rebuffed me any of the times I’d cornered her like this. The battle going on inside was fierce. On the one hand I wanted her to suffer, and on the other I hated what this was doing to her.

  It was too late to turn back now, even though the anger didn’t burn quite as hot anymore. I still wanted revenge no doubt about it, but something fundamental had changed in the last few days that didn’t bear looking at too close.

  I stepped back a little when I heard his footsteps returning, for the first time not wanting to leave her here alone with him. I consoled myself with the fact that tomorrow I’d have her. What happens after that, we’ll see.

  I leaned over into her ear with a whisper. “I’m taking you tomorrow.” Before she could react, I ran a finger down her cheek and walked away just as he came back into the room.

  I took the tool he held out to me and bid them both goodnight before heading to the door with him on my ass talking about some inconsequential bullshit while I pondered whether or not I’d made a mistake warning her.

  I was suddenly terrified that she’d tell him everything, or worse that tomorrow she wouldn’t be here. Me, the guy who’d spent the better part of my first six months in lockup talking myself out of outright killing her on sight, was now the one in the hot seat. Shit made no sense.

  I didn’t hurry back next door to my computer as I usually do, but instead sat outside on the porch of the little house I’d rented, watching the stars and trying to get my thoughts in order. He didn’t come storming out guns drawn and I didn’t hear any screaming so it was safe to say she hadn’t told him. Now I’ll probably spend the rest of the night wondering what that meant like a little bitch.

  10

  I wasn’t planning to watch them when I finally went inside a few minutes later, since nothing new ever happens. After I leave she usually putters around the kitchen while he turns on the tube or goes out into the garage to pretend he knows what the fuck he’s doing.

  Somehow I was drawn to that shit anyway and sat back to be bored stiff. Things started out pretty much the way I’d expected and I watched her putting the left overs away, bending over like she knew I had a bead on her ass. Damn, I hope her little under used pussy can handle this cast iron cock I planned to throw in her tomorrow.

  My boy thumped along with my thoughts and I gave him a cursory pass with my hand to keep him still. Soon! I was hoping that the secret smile on her face meant that she was thinking about what I’d said.

  When had this shit turned into a Lifetime special? I knew about those because one of the biggest, meanest motherfuckers on cellblock C would gut you if you turned the channel from that shit. The most mind numbing fuckery in creation. But I digress.

  As I watched her move around the room my head was full of all the shit I planned to do to her with my dick. Revenge was the farthest thing from me mind as I imagined sinking into that silky warmth between her thighs for the first time. I’ll probably shoot in five minutes flat the first time I hit it since I hadn’t had pussy in forever.

  My salacious thoughts were interrupted when fuck nut walked into the shot. I tensed up and gritted my teeth when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders from behind. Even from here I could see her body seize up at his touch. No doubt in my mind she was on my dick, but that’s for later. Right now I have to talk myself down from running next door and beating him with his amputated arm.

  “Get the fuck…” I gripped the chair arms until my knuckles turned white and listened as she gave him a spiel about being too tired and maybe tomorrow. I held my breath until this asshole agreed and wondered what was really up with this guy. I’m all for being gentlemanly and shit, but for fuck sake you haven’t broken one off in more than a week and you just accept that tired shit no question?

  Not saying he should take the shit, because then I’d have to go over there and end his dumb ass, but damn. At least put up a fight. Fucker all but skipped out of the room. I waited for him to come back with an argument or at least a little cajoling, but the TV came on in the next room and he sat down to watch.

  I relaxed and watched her do the same as she leaned against the sink. “What’s going on in that head of yours little girl?” Like I didn’t know. I’ve been working on her ass for days, not coming on too strong, well except for when I told her I was gonna fuck that first time.

  But she never brought that shit up, never told him and wasn’t acting all distant and cold around me anymore. All sure signs that she was on board. And when I told her a few minutes ago that tomorrow’s D-day she hadn’t even tried to dissuade me and it was obvious that she had no intentions on telling him shit.

  In all this time I never saw what I was doing as cheating, never considered him as anything more than a nuisance who just happened to be there.
I’ve never been one to poach, never liked people who did, but somehow in my mind this was different. What had started between us long ago had nothing to do with him. Besides I wasn’t after his woman, at least that’s not how this shit started.

  Now my ass was too nervous to walk away to do something else just in case he came back. Not sure what I planned to do about it if he did, but some time in the last coupla nights I’d decided that he would never have her again. For some reason that pissed me off.

  It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. I wasn’t supposed to care. I had one purpose for being here, and that was to break her, expose her shit, destroy her life, and leave. Now things were becoming complicated.

  I consoled myself with the lie that I just didn’t want his sloppy seconds but that only raised new questions, since I knew she was with him when I came here. For the first time I felt like maybe I was encroaching on something that I’d long been against. It was fine when I didn’t put too much thought into this shit other than the vengeance angle, but now asshole feelings were trying to intrude. Fuck!

  I went to bed that night with a hard dick and a mind in turmoil. By the time I woke up in the morning I was still no closer to the answer to the question of what the actual fuck was going on inside my head.

  How did everything get so confusing? Two weeks ago this shit was cut and dry, had been for five long fucking years. So what’s the problem? The problem is something changed and I haven’t had enough time to do my usual soul searching.

  It had been way too long since I’d focused on anything other than her destruction. I didn’t leave room for human error, never saw the need. How was I to know she’d twist me up? That the game would change mid-play? The questions weren’t enough to make me change my mind though.

  I poured my first cup of java and stood at my kitchen sink sipping away while willing myself to calm down for the next half hour before asshat left for work. I didn’t need to see the morning goodbye ritual.

  I left my cup in the sink and hit the shower for a nice clean up before checking myself out in the mirror. All in all prison hadn’t changed me much. I was a little more built but not by much, and my tats were still pimping.

  I can’t wait for her eyes to land on the tat I had just above my navel in big ancient script. It was the only tat I’d gotten on the inside. All the others I’d had since my days in the corps.

  Not bad at all if I do say so myself and certainly not a face that should’ve done time in anyone’s prison. My dark hair was low to the skull and my sky blues looked like they could see into the soul. The dimple in my chin usually got the women revving and I’d noticed her fixating on it a time or two. Go figure, it was the one thing I’d always hated about my face.

  I debated whether I should shave or leave a little stubble to mark her for asshole to find if he went sniffing around her later, but in the end decided against it. She looks like she has that baby soft skin and I wasn’t looking to cause her any physical pain. Unless it was my dick doing the hurting of course, which I was almost certain would be the case. Did I mention that she’s tiny as fuck?

  I gave myself a stern talking to in the mirror to remind myself why I was here and what the fuck was about to go down. This wasn’t a date, I wasn’t in love; I owed her nothing. This chick had fucked my life over with a lie that had set shit in motion that will forever dog me wherever I go.

  Sure she hadn’t turned out to be the scheming slag I’d once believed her to be, but that was neither here nor there. The results were still the same, I’d still done time that wasn’t mine to do, time that I’ll never fucking get back. And it was all thanks to her ass. Good, I was good and mad again by the time I walked away from my image.

  I heard the car door slam shut outside and finished up my morning toilette before jumping into some cargo shorts and a clean tee. I wore sneaks on my feet because I was going over the wall. Don’t need nosy ass neighbors clocking my goings and comings.

  He wasn’t even off the street when I made my way over the wall to her backdoor. My heart was fucking beating me to death and I had to remind myself once again that this was not a date, that there was no fear of rejection. This was a reckoning plain and simple and there was no need to get into my feels for fuck sake.

  I saw it in in her eyes as soon as she opened the door. Whatever else was going on with her, she was down. I mean she opened the door right. I didn’t even need to say the words, but I did.

  “It’s that time.” A cloud of indecision came into her eyes. At least she had a conscience. This was my fight not hers, I wasn’t the one with someone else’s ring on my finger.

  She was looking real fucking flighty now and before she could turn and run if she was so inclined, I took her hand and started down the hallway of the little one-story ranch style house opening doors.

  “I don’t think we should do this. What if he comes back, what if…” She was jabbering some shit but I wasn’t interested. I’d seen this shit play out in my head over and over again for five fucking years, more so in the last few days, no way was I relenting now. Besides, at no time did she say she didn’t want to. Only what if?

  He hadn’t doubled back any morning this week so I didn’t see why today should be any different and furthermore, I don’t give a fuck.

  I came to the bedroom and pulled her in behind me. She started to say something else and I silenced her with a look. Once she buttoned her lips I held her eyes with mine as I reached beneath the little short robe she was wearing and tore her panties off before stuffing them in her mouth. Shut the fuck up, the time for talking was long gone.

  “You knew you had this coming. I warned you.” I saw the battle raging behind her eyes. She wanted this shit but had to pretend she didn’t, still playing games. A strong tug on the sash of her robe had it falling open and I got my first real look at her body. This shit was surely wasted on that fucknut. Her tits alone were worth a half an hour of attention at least.

  She tried covering them with one hand and her pussy with the other. “Todd…” I silenced her with my mouth on hers. I didn’t need it, but the way she melted into me loosened something in me. It was she who reached for my mouth when I lifted my head seconds later to get some air. She who wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into her warm soft body.

  She felt good in my arms, too fucking good. Not what I was here for. I pulled away and gave her time to steady herself. As soon as her eyes begun to clear I pushed her down on the bed without uttering a word and unzipped enough to release my cock.

  It had been too many years since I had pussy, I didn’t need foreplay and I gave a fuck if she was wet. She scrambled across the bed in a last minute bid to get away but I just tugged her ankles and brought her back with her legs spread. Where was that conscience when she was lying her ass off about me?

  Her left hand came down between her thighs to cover her pussy and I saw the glint of the ring she wore there. That shit sent my blood pressure soaring. “Take this off.” I lifted her hand and pulled the ring from her finger, tossing it across the room as her eyes followed.

  Without much preamble I mounted her and fucked my cock into her tight heat. She looked up at me in shock. “Let’s see what the fuck I went to prison for.” I lifted her legs over my shoulders and fucked into her hard. The anger was back but it had new teeth.

  I was jealous. How about that shit?

  “No we can’t do this, it’s not right...” Uh-huh, that’s why your nails are digging into me and your pussy’s got my meat on lockdown. I wrapped a hand around her throat to cut off her words.

  “Yeah, so why’s your pussy so wet?” She was squeezing the fuck out of my cock. I was stuck at about the six-inch mark in her. “Your man’s got a small dick.” I pulled back and fucked through the tight end of her pussy where no man had gone before.

  She bucked beneath me and came all over my cock. “Damn girl!” She grew embarrassed at my outburst but swear to fuck it was hard to tell which one of us had been celibate for the last five year
s. Somehow knowing that he’d never reached this deep inside her eased my jealous anger.

  With my hand wrapped around her neck I fucked. Her body kept up with mine as I pounded into her over and over, and her pussy was on a constant flow. She scratched at my hand trying to breathe and I grabbed both of hers in mine, slamming them into the bed beside her ears.

  My body completely covered her and all that could be seen of hers were her arms and the legs she had around my neck. I had her pussy wide open for my dick and showed no mercy as I plowed into her depths, hitting bottom with each stroke. I knew from the tight grip of her flesh that she was having trouble taking me, but she was no longer complaining.

  “Look at me.” I waited for her to lift her eyes to mine as I surged in and out of her tight hot cunt. I wanted to see each time I gave her pleasure, wanted her to know who the fuck was inside her. Lust burned in the pools of her chocolate colored eyes, lust and something else that I couldn’t name.

  I eased off the deep stroke to give her time to adjust and catch her breath, and moved on to slow steady pumps. By the time I fucked into her the fifth or sixth time I was no longer thinking about revenge. I just wanted to blast my seed inside her and never stop.

  My cock had never fit so well in a pussy before. Her shit was deep, tight, hot and wet. The trifecta and then some. Add the cute little pussy hurt noises she made and this shit was kismet. I liked the feel of her slight wrists beneath my hands as I held her captive, and the way her legs grabbed at my ass, pulling me harder into her.

  I didn’t need to kiss her again but I wanted to, so I did… and almost nutted. She has these lips. They’re soft, plush and full, and the hunger behind them was enough to blow any man’s head off. Now I was the one making sounds of pleasure. Truth, her pussy felt like it was fucking made for my dick, if such a thing is possible.

  My heart felt strange in my chest, like that feeling you get just before you pass out, but with a little kick to it. I fucked through it, needing the rush of sweet release and yet not wanting to leave the heat of her pussy so soon.