Authors: Carmella Jones
Chapter Twenty-Two: Peach:
My mouth bobbing up and down on Sal O’Neal’s erection in a cheap motel room wasn’t exactly a thrill for me, but I could tell by the way he was moaning that it was for him. It had been my intention, when I paid him off, to allow the hint of “us doing something that his wife didn’t need to know about,” linger. I wasn’t particularly attracted to Sal and had only been using my special talents to motivate him to help carry out my plan. When I realized that I was going to need him to help me undo things, I knew that it was going to take a lot more than a little teasing.
“Damn, Peach,” he groaned. “I think you could suck the chrome off of a bumper hitch.”
“You like that, do you?” I purred. The thought had occurred to me to take him all the way and get him to blow his load from a blow job, but I knew that he wanted inside my pants and might not be nearly as motivated if he didn’t get that chance.
He reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands. I could tell by the look on his face that he was wanting to do a little sucking of his own, so I pulled my mouth off of his shaft, slipped my jacket all the way off and let the girls go free. His eyes widened at the sight of them right out there in the open like that. They got even wider as I pushed a nipple toward his mouth.
He was certainly hungry, judging by the way that he went after my nipple. In fact, he went after them so hard that it even started to excite me a little bit. There was something about savagery and pain that had always turned me on. I don’t know if he had read that in me or not, but when he bit down on my nipple, he started something that neither one of us expected.
There’s no doubt that some of my aggression had to do with all of the tension that I had been carrying on my shoulders. With that shot of pain rushing through me and my excitement beginning to rage out of control, I tilted my head back and groaned.
“Oh, god, Sal, just like that.”
That little bit of encouragement drove him to the next level as well. He started slapping my tits and my face. He’d bite down and pull until I was screaming and then he’d back off and smack me. “You horny little slut. You like it fuckin’ rough, don’t you?” he hissed through gritted teeth.
“Yes I do, asshole,” I responded, slapping his face. “Let’s see if you’re man enough.”
He took me by the throat and pushed me away from him. I could barely breathe, and I was beginning to feel myself pass out as he turned me and pushed me onto the bed. He reached for the buttons on my jeans and started working on them and I returned the choking favor, stopping just in time to keep him from blacking out. He jerked my jeans off of me and my thong went with them.
I’d expected him to dive into my pussy with his mouth, maybe pulling on my pussy lips with his teeth or biting my clit, but he was eager to sink his cock inside of me. He grabbed my legs above the knees, jerked me toward him and then plunged his dick inside of me.
I gasped at the feel of him ramming his way through my opening and all of the way to my back wall. I reached up and slapped him, just to keep the game going in that direction. In response, he slapped my tits and continued to bang me as hard as he could.
I’ll have to hand it to Sal, he had a nice sized dick and he could damned sure use that thing. It didn’t hurt that I had probably been a fantasy fuck of his for several years and with the opportunity in front of him, he was probably putting on his best show.
It had been an uncomfortable plan, in the beginning, but after things got started and I was enjoying one hell of a good fuck, I wasn’t feeling quite as uncomfortable anymore. I wrapped my legs around him, squeezed him tight and rolled him onto his back, barely missing taking him all of the way off of the bed.
“You wanna fuck,” I growled. “Then let’s fuck.”
I was hammering my pussy up and down on his cock while I alternately slapped his face and choked him. I climaxed at least twice while I was riding him and I was pretty sure that I’d brought him close to the edge, right before he flipped me off of him onto the floor.
He was after me in a split second, grabbing my hair and bending me over the dresser. He kept hold of my hair as he stabbed his cock inside of me from behind and started hammering me like there was no tomorrow. He jerked on my hair with one hand and slapped my ass with the other while he took me hard, fast and deep. I had two more orgasms and had probably awakened everyone in the motel before he finally moaned loudly, pulled out and turned me toward him while he stroked himself.
On my knees in front of him I licked my lips and moaned at him. “Cum in my mouth.”
Some of the hot, white liquid that spilled out of his dick actually went into my mouth, but the most of it was all over my face. When he had finished, he used the head of his dick to smear it around and then dabbed it on my nipples. I sucked his shaft clean and then used his dick to pull him toward the shower.
Believe it or not, it didn’t take long for Sal to recuperate. Before we were finished getting clean in the shower, he had me pressed against the wall and was taking me hard and deep again. Although I hadn’t intended to give him a second go at me, once his cock got started, there was no way that I could stop him. I didn’t even want to. We carried things back to the bed and kept humping like savages until he blew his load a second time, all over my ass.
“I think I better take this shower alone,” I smiled as I left him panting on the bed and went into the bathroom.
When I came out, several minutes later, with a towel wrapped around me, he was lying back on the bed without a stitch of clothes on. He had his erection in his hand and was watching television. Believe it or not, it was porn.
“You didn’t get enough?” I laughed. “Or did you take a Viagra?”
“Not hardly,” he replied. “You’re better than the little blue pill.”
“Well, there is a purpose behind all of this, you know.” I took over stroking him while I spoke. “This is all a little motivation to get you to do me an enormous favor.”
“Jesus, there’s always a catch, isn’t there?”
“I can stop,” I said, taking my hand away from his dick.
“No, that’s okay. Keep going. And keep talking.”
I took hold of him again and laid out the next phase of my plan. I wanted all suspicion pushed towards Bulldog. I needed him to help push Bulldog over the edge and take him down.
“Jesus, Peach,” he said. “That’s huge. I don’t know if I can do that. Bulldog isn’t somebody that you fuck with like that.”
I stopped stroking him, let my towel drop and straddled him. I rode him slow, rolling my hips and reaching behind me to play with his balls. “You might not like fucking with Bulldog, but you definitely like fucking with me, don’t you?”
“Well, yeah, but…”
I turned around so that he could have a nice view of my perfectly formed ass with his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. Needless to say, by the time he shot his load that third time, he was ready to do anything I asked him to do. What he essentially understood, though I didn’t actually make the promise, was that if he helped me take Bulldog down, he could have plenty of what I had just given him.
Chapter Twenty-Three: TNT:
There was no way around it. All evidence pointed to Leila being wrapped up in whatever it was that Bulldog was doing to me. I had tried to reason it out and separate her from it all, but I simply couldn’t. What I saw was glaring at me with the brightness of a pair of headlights on high beam. She was in it deep. I didn’t know if she was in it willingly or not, but I knew that I couldn’t continue to deny it. My biggest problem was how to approach her about it.
I’d fought it off as long as I could, denied it often and finally surrendered to the fact that I was in love with her. As someone who had lusted after, conquered, ravished and grown tired of many a beautiful woman, I knew that what I had with Leila was different. She’d turned me completely inside out. So, approaching her with the accusation that I was about to make was not easy. I’d decided that I needed to do it when we both had our clothes on and when either of us would have the option of turning and walking away if things got too hot.
We’d met in a park, ostensibly in order to have a picnic. Having defused bombs, remaining cool had been something that came easily and naturally to me, but I was shaking and my nerves were at their rawest edges when I saw Leila strolling toward me sporting that incredible smile of hers.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” she said as we met and she stood on her tiptoes to give me a long, wet, passionate kiss. When she broke away from me, her eyes were twinkling with devilish delight. “You know, I don’t have any problem taking you, right here in the park where everybody can see.”
“That’s why I wore my chastity belt,” I responded. It was a stupid response, but I’d gotten used to saying stupid things around her without even the slightest amount of regret.
“No basket or blanket?” She wrinkled her brow as she looked around us. “What kind of a picnic is this?”
“We’ll get to that,” I replied. I took a deep breath and then forced it out. “We need to talk first.”
“Wow,” she murmured. “That didn’t sound good at all.”
“I have to approach a subject that is extremely uncomfortable. It might piss you off and I will understand if it does. However, I have to know some things.”
“Spit it out already. How bad can it be?”
“Could be pretty bad,” I replied. In one case, if she was innocently being used, things could go okay, but if she wasn’t, then it might get really ugly.
“The suspense is killing me.”
Again, I took a deep breath, blew it out and tried to start speaking. My heart was thundering in my chest, my mouth was dry and I was on the verge of passing out before I uttered those first words. “I have reason to believe that you are willingly or unwillingly being used by Bulldog or someone else to take me down.” Once I’d gotten started, I plunged ahead. “I paid someone to start looking into what you had told me about me being implicated in Salt Lake and that Bulldog had someone watching me. All of that turned out to be false, so obviously that led me to the only conclusion that I could reach. You’re either lying to me or being lied to.”
“I don’t understand,” she responded. Her face had turned ashen, and I was afraid that she was either going to shoot me or puke; I wasn’t sure which. “You had me checked out?”
“Yes, I hired a guy to act like he was a detective from Salt Lake. He went with a local officer to interview Bulldog, did some digging around there and in Salt Lake, and then reported back to me. He hadn’t heard a whisper implicating me, nor had he seen anyone keeping an eye on me. I’m sorry that I had to do that, but I had to figure things out. I had to know. Please don’t be angry with me.”
There was a very long pause as she allowed what I told her to sink in. Her expression and the tone of her skin hadn’t changed. I wasn’t sure of what to think. My heart had gone out of control by that point, breathing was something that I had to concentrate on and I couldn’t have worked up enough saliva to spit if I’d had to. That long, lingering moment was worse than anything I’d ever experienced in my life, including some close calls with blowing myself to pieces from an IED.
“So, you put it all together then?” she whispered. “I should have known.”
That response was the worst one that she could have given, but it was nothing like what was yet to come from those sweet lips I’d come to desire above life itself. A sharp pain ripped through my chest as it began to dawn on me that she wasn’t innocent in all of it. “You should have known? You knew about this? So, did the two of you start setting this up in Vegas or was it already in the works when I happened to catch a glimpse of you in the Reno Gold? Tell me you’re not in on this. I can’t take it. I really can’t take it.”
The tears in her eyes were of little comfort to me and the words she spoke were worse. “It’s not what you think at all.”
“It’s not? But you just said…”
“Stop talking,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Let me finish. It’s out in the open, so I might as well lay it all out for you.”
I raised my hands with my palms toward her in a sign of surrender, but I didn’t say another word.
“Bulldog hasn’t put me up to anything” she began. “I didn’t have any idea who you were in the Reno Gold that first time that we saw each other. I was genuinely shocked when I saw you in Vegas. I had come up with a really stupid idea that I was more intelligent and better able to take control of the Hell Dogs than Bulldog, and had already been looking for a way to do that when we’d made our trip to Vegas. When I met you, I saw an opportunity. In short, I set it all up. I set both of you up. I figured that if I divided the two strongest against each other, that I could sweep in, pick up the pieces and have control of the whole thing. I got things started and then they just took over and rushed out of control. At some point I realized that I really didn’t want what I’d set out to get, but I couldn’t stop it. I even tried to push it all in Bulldog’s direction and away from you, because there was one thing that I hadn’t counted on.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” My anger had begun seething and threatened to boil over. It would have been bad enough if she’d been used by someone else, but to discover that she had set me up was the worst betrayal I could have ever had to face.
“I never counted on falling in love with you,” she said, biting her lower lip to keep from sobbing.
“Yeah,” I spat. “Don’t you know that when you run a scam you’re not supposed to fall for your mark?”
“Trevor,” she pleaded, “you have to believe me. I didn’t want to hurt you. I love you. I didn’t know that until it had all started and was already running out of control. I promise. Really, please understand.”
“You know what? No, no…” I had expected one of us to walk away from that meeting angry and hurt, but I hadn’t expected it to be me.