Page 19 of Bad Blood
“That’s because you are the most beautiful mess I’ve ever seen, and I can’t seem to figure you out. I always did enjoy a good puzzle. You are so much more than that though. You aremi juguete.”
“Why do you call me that?”
“Because, you are my favorite thing to play with. Turn around and face the tree.”
I spin around without a fight, eager to know what he will do next. I want him to show me how he plays with his toys. “Wrap your arms around the tree and don’t move them. Spread your legs apart.” I do as he says, spreading each limb, pressing my cheek against the hard bark, smelling the fresh oak. Not knowing what he will do to me excites me more than it terrifies me. He drops his hands to the front of my pants, unbuckling them. With a quick yank of his fingers, they fall to the ground, wrapped around my shoes. With each heavy breath, I press my nose harder against the bark, digging my nails into the rough edges.
His warm hands caress each globe of my ass and I melt into his touch, loving the way it has my body vibrating. Spreading each cheek apart, leaving my hole exposed, he stands there quietly as if observing each part of me carefully. The cold air against my pucker is soon replaced with the heat of his wet tongue, swiping over it, making me shudder. He does it again, slower and in longer strides, moving his tongue up and down in between my cheeks. My moans are soft and muffled against the tree. “You make such sweet noises for me.” His tongue pushes against my entrance, sliding between my inner walls, causing my cheeks to clench.
He pushes it in and out, licking and sucking in between thrusts. My breaths become ragged and uneven as his tongue becomes more forceful and hungry. I squeeze my arms around the tree tighter as a rush of pleasure courses through me, muttering incoherent words. My pleas for more come out in fragments. I suck in a sharp breath when his hand cups my balls, caressing each one. His long thick fingers wrap around my shaft, sliding up and down in rhythm with his protruding tongue. It becomes way too much. His tongue and his hands touching me at the same time have my body convulsing against the tree. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, a pleasure so intense, it warms my belly causing my balls to tighten and my hole to twitch. His tongue probes my hole deeper and faster, as if I’m his last meal. My cock strains against his fingers, dripping and on the verge of eruption. And then he releases me, removing his tongue at the same time. “Finish yourself for me. Show me how you like to make yourself cum.”
My hands release from the tree, feeling raw and dry. I spit in the palm of my hand, lathering my cock up with saliva.
“I want you touching your hole at the same time. Show me how you would get ready for me.”
With shaky hands, I reach for my hole, spreading my legs further apart, crouching lower to the ground until I land on my knees. The branches snap and scrape against my skin. I sink my finger in past my pucker, pushing past the tight ring of muscles. It’s uncomfortable at first, causing a throbbing sensation when I shove it in with more force. I move it in and out, waiting for the ache in my ass to fade. My fingers glide against the velvety skin of my cock, trying to take focus off the intrusion of my ass. There’s a loud clank of metal against metal and what sounds like a zipper tugging down. I keep moving my finger in and out and fucking harder into my hand, imagining Gabriel naked and hard behind me. “That’s it,mi juguete. Show me how you play with yourself when no one else is around.”
He spits into his hand and the sound of skin colliding, telling me he’s touching himself. I whine against the tree, disappointed to be missing the view. Loud grunts come from behind me, along with the sound of skin slapping. His breathing grows heavy and he moans long and loud as warm spurts of cum land on my cheeks. Every one of my muscles tighten and my head grows fuzzy, everything is spinning around me as I shoot my cum between my knees.
“Fuck.” He shouts from behind me. He leans down beside me and I frown at his already zipped up slacks. He gathers the cum from the skin of my ass with his fingers. Sticking out his cum covered hand in front of my face, he smiles. “Clean me up,juguete.”
I nod, panting. Without a word I lap my tongue against his milky white seed, enjoying the saltiness of his cum. I keep licking and sucking until the only thing his hand is wet from is my saliva. He wipes his hand against the side of his pants. “Mmm, my sweet little cum collector.”
I stand up on wobbly legs, and yank my underwear and pants back up. I loosen my corset so I can breathe easier. “You should probably head back inside now.” He walks up to me, caressing my right cheek with his hand. “I wouldn’t want you to get in more trouble.”
I nod, melting against his touch. “When will I see you again?”
“Soon,mi juguete. Very soon.”
I walk up the narrow stairs swaying back and forth, still drunk from my orgasm. My hands tremble against the door knob and my legs shake a little less the more I walk. Tugging off my clothes and corset, I climb into bed in nothing but my underwear. I bury my body deep underneath the covers, loving the coolness of the sheets against my heated skin. I smile against my pillow, moving my face against it lazily. When I close my eyes, the usual blankness is replaced with Gabriel’s sexy smile and I can still taste myself on his fingers. I fall into an even rhythm, wishing I could fall asleep this way every night as I let sleep take me.
18
Gabriel
Ihad a hard time watching him walk back into that house last night. Little by little, I was losing my composure when it came to that man. With each and every day, he was becoming more and more of what I never thought I wanted. I had to remind myself every time I walked away that he was the enemy and nothing more than a pawn in my game. The more I touched and tasted him, the more I became more at war with myself, rather than his family. I sat outside his house, far enough away so no one would see me. I don’t know why I am here. I wasn’t supposed to be. I was supposed to stick to the plan, even though I was sure there no longer was one. Pretty sure it’s all shot to hell now. There’s a buzz in my pocket that pulls me away from my thoughts. I pull out my phone and nearly drop it when I read the message from my brother.
Carlos: Target name is Mateo Jeventino.
My stomach becomes a cluster of knots. Someone is putting a target on Mateo’s head. I don’t always know who my clients are, most prefer to remain anonymous. If I dug hard enough I’m sure I’d have no issue finding out, but I usually let it go because the less I knew about who they were, the better. My brother sends another text with the date of when the job is expected to be done by.
Carlos: December 21st. No sooner or later.
The day after Mateo’s wedding. Why would someone wait until after the wedding? There is only one reason someone would wait for that day.
Me: Who’s the hit from?
Carlos: We don’t do that, remember? The less we know about clients, the better.
Me: Sometimes there are exceptions to the rule.
Carlos: What exception would that be? You aren’t fucking the target are you?
I don’t answer and I know I wouldn’t have to for my brother to figure it out.
Carlos: Fuck. You are, aren’t you? You know better to get involved with the Jeventinos. Why would you be sleeping with the enemy?
Me: How about you just get me that name?
