“I need you inside me. Now.”
I wasn’t going to make her wait any longer, not with that kind of demand. I grinned wiping off my mouth as I stood.
“Eager now, are you?” She didn’t do anything but growl at me, jerking me close to her, kissing. She even moaned at the taste of her on my tongue, and that aroused me even more; I liked a woman that could appreciate the taste of themselves on a man, so much so that they didn’t even bother to shy away from it. I lifted her up making her legs go around my waist as I lined myself up with her.
Already hard, already wanting, I pressed my head of my member against her entrance. She whined into my mouth, though rather than shying away, she pressed her hips against me, taking the head inside her. I was tempted to tease her with it, make her beg for it even more than she already had… But she kissed me back hungrily, like she wanted it, and I knew I had her the way that I wanted her.
I thrust inside her, and we groaned together, panting. She was tight despite all the playing that we had done, and I had to have filled her. She shook as I moved in and out of her, barely letting her adjust before I let into her with her clinging to me, moaning, her walls pulsing around me. Despite the time we had already taken to fool around, we had to be quick, so I moved inside her fast.
“There, there, right there,” she panted against me, every time my member brushed deep within her walls, pressing to her womb. I did just that, hitting right there, right there where she wanted me to, over those spots deep within a woman that many had a hard time finding – but not me. I reveled in the fact that she was so receptive to how I handled her, how I kept myself going even when I wanted to burst inside her, because I needed her to reach her end first. It was always better when I could feel a woman tighten and spasm around me, come undone and gasp as they came while I was deep inside them.
My hips moved, piston-like, then, slapping hard against her body as I kept her wedged between my body and the wall. Her legs continued to cling to me, as if she were trying to keep me buried deep in her – like the thought of me slipping out of her was a horrible, horrible one, and she wouldn’t have it. I liked to think it was that – I certainly didn’t want to be out of her, not just yet.
It was those hard, heavy, eager thrusts that had me bringing us to our completion quick enough no one would be any wiser to our actions – hopefully. She came first, mouth pressed hard against me as if she were afraid of someone hearing us, her sweet and tight sex gripping around my manhood like she gripped around my body. I followed, pressing deep against her, spilling warmly into her wanting womb. I loved the way it ended up flooding out around me, mixing with her own completion. I almost wanted to taste us together, wanted to see what it was like, but there was only so much that we could do in one day, and I figured this was enough of an adventure for her, perhaps she wouldn’t want to see or be involved in that.
“Oh my god,” she breathed out, sounding surprised that it had felt so good. It swelled my ego, hearing her voice like that, and I was glad that I had brought her to such heights, that I had made her feel so damn good she was like jelly against me afterwards. What surprised me, however, was when I went to pull out of her, her legs clung to me, keeping me inside of her. It made my member twitch in interest, having not gone all the down yet. I rocked against her a little, head tilted.
“You want something, princess?”
“Yes. Again. I want you to do it again.”
I tilted my head at her, not having had expected that sort of reaction from her. I was still hard, could still go again. She had been so against doing this in public, but now she was asking for it again? I guessed that she wasn’t too bent out of shape at the possibility of getting caught this time. Fine by me; I wanted to have her again. She felt so warm, hot, wet around me. She was easily the best thing I’d had and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet. I wasn’t going to deny her, if this is what she wanted.
I did pull out, only to move her from the wall to the sink, making her face it as I stood behind her. My hands found hers, holding them to the porcelain as I had her bent. Her pretty little rear pressed against me, my length nudging against her wet folds. She gasped at the feel of it, pressing back against me insistently.
Teasing her, I slid the head along her entrance, up and down, though never pressing inside her. I wanted to hear her asking for it again, hell. Maybe even have her begging me for it.
“Nero,” she said, her voice half in agitation and the other in lust.
“Well. If it’s what you want…”
I gripped her by her hips, bringing her rear to me as I slammed inside her. I intended on taking her hard this time, making it hard for her to walk without remembering what it was like to have me inside of her. She gasped and moaned loudly, biting on her lip to try and keep in the sounds, but they fell out anyway as thrust wildly into her, taking her like a beast took his claim.
“Oh my god… don’t stop…”
She sounded like it was the first time a man had had her this way, like she had never been taken from behind like this. Her walls fluttered and pulsed around me eagerly, her wetness surely getting all over the front of my pants as I had her. I didn’t really care; what mattered was that I had her bent over a sink in front of me, moaning for me to not stop as I laid into her.
The best part was, was when she began to move with me. Her hips canting back to meet each of my thrusts, letting the sound of skin on skin, wet folds giving to my intrusion, was one of the best things of the day. It felt so good, and the angle had me pressed deep within her, making her spasm tight around me.
She came a second time, almost collapsing against the sink. I wasn’t finished just then, and pulled her up, tilting her head back so that I could continue as I moved within her. I didn’t stop, unrelenting, until I’d spilled in her again, making a thorough mess of her womanhood as I did. I groaned, panting against her. She’d taken the wind out of me; I still wanted more.
I stood there with her still wrapped around me for a moment, kissing her as we came down. Her face was beautifully flushed when I pulled away, and I grinned at her.
“I think you should come back to my place tonight.”
Intermission
Elizabeth
I hadn’t expected an easy time when I sought out his money in exchange for my… services. What I had expected, was to be used as a tool of pleasure, to go grudgingly through the motions until my father’s debts had been paid – not to end up enjoying the things he did to me.
He had taken me to lunch on our second meeting. It was an unexpected venture, and the result of it had proved that I was in for more than I had expected when I made my deal with Nero. I didn’t think he was evil; he was like any other man in power, he thought he had the right to be the way he was. No… he wasn’t evil, he was alluring under all that cocky, asshole behavior he displayed. He knew how to manipulate a situation to his advantage. That made him dangerous.
It was that dangerous allure that had had my defenses lowered the longer we ate lunch together, and eventually had me giving myself to him in the restaurant – in the bathroom, no less. I could still remember the way he’d pressed me against the wall in the bathroom, how he slid inside me with ease – I had gotten so wet over the course of our lunch due to his teases, his riling me up, that he hadn’t even had to work me open. He made me… enjoy it. His touches were expert, the way he moved his body and the timing of his actions… Had he been any other man, he’d have made a great partner – he was certainly more than satisfactory in bed.
In our subsequent days spent together, me giving myself to him and him giving me his money, I enjoyed having him inside as much as I hated the kind of person he was. Even just thinking about him, thinking about how annoying and irritating and horrible he was, I could feel my insides ache and my womanhood pulse just at the thought of that cocky bastard bending me over like he had when he’d taken me over his pool table, or having me in his lap –
It was ridiculous. That I could find mys
elf thinking eagerly of having sex with a man who took advantage of a woman desperate for money to even agree to paying her to sleep with him. But… it made it easier… I supposed. I didn’t have to like him to like having sex with him, after all. At least I wasn’t suffering during the acts. The intensity of my orgasms was a testament to that. I could barely walk after them from the tremble in my legs –
“Elizabeth?”
I looked up from my pensive stare into the depths of my latte. My father stared to me, the lines of his weathered face showing his concern. I couldn’t contain my blush; how embarrassing to be thinking about sleeping with Nero Adams while out to lunch with my father… I sighed.
“Sorry, dad. I was just thinking. What were you saying?”
He smiled at me, seeming relieved that I had recovered from my lapse and unperturbed by my behavior.
“I was just saying that the Lorenzo’s have backed off. I don’t know why; they haven’t said anything about it. They have one of their thugs watching my place – probably making sure that I don’t skip town on them – but they’re not busting my things. Or my face.”
I smile for my father, genuine. I’d been working for Nero for a solid month at this point; of course the Lorenzo’s weren’t impeding on my father’s peace any longer. They were getting a hefty sum from me almost weekly, considering the amount of time that I was spending with Nero. They were getting paid regularly from me because of it – the only thing I asked was that they not mention to my father why they had stopped, and certainly not that his daughter was giving them the money. They didn’t care where the money came from, just that they were getting it.
“That’s great dad. I’m glad they’re not bothering you.”
“Me too. They’re not poking at you for anything, are they? Hate to think that they’re trying to get in on you now that they’re not busy hounding me.” He coughed, taking a hefty drink of coffee. “Those guys are bad news, bad news… never should have gotten involved with them and their damn money to begin with.”
I couldn’t disagree with that, but I smiled at my father nonetheless.
“No, dad, they’re not bothering me.”
Getting to Know You
Nero
“You know you’re kinda cute when you’re not glaring at me.”
We were in bed together, Elizabeth and I. To be honest, I lost track of the time we’d spent together – most of it was spent having sex, having her throw half-hearted daggers at me with her eyes. We hadn’t actually done much talking. She tended to enjoy herself during but after she’d always be quick to clean herself and leave. This was the first time that she had lingered.
She looked over at me, one those brows raised. She was wrapped up in my sheets, and she did look cute. Even smiled a little bit, through rolling her eyes.
“I don’t have the energy to glare at you. You’ve gone and worn me out, you know.” I laughed.
“Most would say that’s a good thing.”
“Well I never said that it wasn’t, did I?”
I scooted closer to her, arm over her stomach to pull me closer to her.
“You should tell me about yourself.”
She blinked a little; I think she was actually a bit tired. That just made her cuter.
“You want to know about me?”
I nodded.
“Why, does that seem surprising to you? We’ve had sex more than most couples do and the most that I know about you is that you like sushi, red wine, and hate your sides tickled.” To be an ass, I wiggled my fingers at her sides, and she squirmed under them.
“Most employers don’t know more than that about their employees,” she said, half in a tease and half with seriousness. I rolled my eyes then.
“You’re hardly an employee. Come on. Let’s learn a little about each other. I thought we got past the all work and no play part of this arrangement, yeah? You can’t think I’m a complete asshole still.”
“You’re still quite an asshole she said.” She grinned. “Maybe not complete though. What do you want to know?”
I asked her about her life, her aspirations. What she did outside of this that earned her money – couldn’t be something over the top. She wasn’t a flashy woman.
She laid back in the bed, head cushioned by the pillows.
“Well, I graduated a few years ago. My mother passed when I was young. She came from money… left me a lot. I’ve been saving it to move on to better things, but father hates the idea of leaving… I actually work from home. Editing. It pays well but it doesn’t pay half as much as what I need, you can imagine.” She looked at me. “What I really want is to live somewhere in the country, away from this city. It’s always been a bit horrible.”
“So you don’t like it here? I suppose the crime isn’t appealing to a woman like you, huh?”
“Not really. I –”
She stopped, as if embarrassed. I nudged her.
“Go on. What were you going to say?”
“Nothing interesting. It’s just… Well one day, I would like to have children. I couldn’t possibly raise them here. Between the Lorenzo’s lurking every street corner and – well no offense, but your people aren’t all that great either, with all the shooting.” She bit her lip. “I’d like to make a life for myself doing what I love, with a family I cherish. But right now I have bigger priorities. That’s really all there is.”
Ah. Sacrificing woman through and through… I smiled a little, and laid back with her.
“Would you believe me if I told you that I wanted the same thing?” She looked at me incredulously. “No, no lie,” I said. “One day… It would be nice to have a family with someone, you know? You inherited your father’s debts, certainly you understand another inheriting theirs? Only difference really is your father is a gambler, mine was a murderer.”
“I know. It’s what has you and the Lorenzo’s at your throats,” she said. “Everyone in the city knows it.” I nodded.
“Yeah. Everyone knows Pops killed old man Lorenzo’s son. You can imagine what kinda target that puts on my back since my father skipped town? I wouldn’t do what I do if it didn’t benefit me… This gives me power. Keeps me alive…” I trailed off, sighing a little. “Sorry. That got more heavy than I intended –”
“No,” she interrupted. She slid over me, straddling herself across my lap. “Tell me about it. About what you’d want to be doing if you weren’t being a bad biker boy, drowning himself in money and women,” she said wryly. She slid her still-wet folds over my member, making it stir under her. I took her hands in mine, rocking with her as I grew hard again, as my arousal stirred and her wetness slid down over me.
“I’d have a cute little brood of kids,” I said. “I think five is a good number –”
She laughed. “Five?” I nodded, rocking my hips with her. I talked, wistful, and she slid me inside her to love her slowly as I told her about what I wanted.
“Yeah. Five. We’d live out of the city with their mother. She’d be the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, but she wouldn’t take shit anyone, least of all me. I think I’d fix up bikes for a living. Yeah. That sounds nice…”
I lost my train of thought then, caught up in the feeling of being in her again, how she looked on top of me, listening raptly to everything that I had to say. I didn’t remember when we’d gotten to this state in our interactions. It wasn’t supposed to be this sweet…
“Hey, we’re friends, yeah?” I asked, bringing my hands to her hips, gripping her there and guiding her on top of me. She gasped a little, chest rising as her legs spread a little wider. I let my fingers trace between her legs, flicking over the wet folds and teasing the little bud of pleasure there. She groaned, losing her pace for a second as she propped herself up on my chest. She began to work her hips on me more, and I met the easy roll of her hips with ones of my own. The feeling of it was divine, the sweet velvety folds of her inner walls around me…
“Is that what we’re calling it now?” she asked wryly. I grinne
d a little.
“I think I like you, so I’d say that’s a yes.”
She blushed.
“I think I like you too.”
I grinned, and leaned up to kiss her, taking her face into my hands. She was a gorgeous woman. I told her that often, just because I liked the reaction that it evoked – she always blushed so deep. I rolled us over, so that she was pressed into the bed. Her legs went around me instantly, keeping me buried sinfully deep inside her.
Her breasts pressed against my chest, her arms around my shoulders. I kept my mouth on her, loving her with my lips as I did so with my body. She felt so good, smelled so tempting. Of all the times I had had her since she came to me, she only seemed to get sweeter, more intoxicating. She moved her body with mine, her hips bucking up as I thrust inside her.
Wanting more than what we’d already gotten, getting into the moment and enjoying monopolizing all of her body – she made me damn insane with how much I wanted her – I kissed from her jaw to her neck, making sure to mark her – as if telling the whole world that she was mine, all mine, that she belonged to no one else and her body and her mind were mine for the taking. She gasped, pressing into my teeth, letting me redden her skin and bruise her up; I loved how responsive she was to this, how much she liked the slight pain with the pleasure.
I sucked and bit at her neck, my teeth sinking in as we went harder, the sound of our sex filling the room in a way that was like music. Heh. Who knew that I had become so poetic when it came to sex, but she pulled it out of me and I wouldn’t say I could regret it as she moaned my name.
“Nero, more. I need more. Please…”
Bucking into her, I made my way to her breasts, taking one between my lips. Her fingers tugged at my hair, scratching over my scalp before dragging down my back, sure to leave their own marks on me. The pleasurable pain made me buck harder into her, and I took her thighs in my hands to push her legs further apart, to piston into her and give her more, more, just like she asked for.
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