Chapter 28
Castor
We stop at the corner of a main road, where she’s crying into my arms near a deli. A middle-aged couple walks by and sees a mountain of muscle and tattoos hugging an innocent woman. They give me a concerning look… and for a second, I consider whether I’m the monster they think I am.
It’s true, I know the world I signed up for, and I thrive in it. But... not when it comes to her.
She sniffs and wipes her tears on my dress shirt. “Oh crap.” She sniffs again. “I’m ruining your suit.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry about that.” We finally see each other for the first time since those walls came down. I should be mad at her for not trusting me even a little, but then again, she should still be mad at me for what I did to the Russian in front of her. She let it go… so I can too, if she can get past it.
“Gia, don’t put that guard up without talking to me first. It’ll break us.”
She’s still diligently trying to rub eyeshadow out of my shirt. “I’m embarrassed for pulling away, Castor. But I’ll be broken if you play me.”
I sigh at that. “It’s not fun to be on the other side, you know. Felt like you don’t even want me around, and this time… I couldn’t think of a good reason why you would shut me out.”
She tugs on my shirt to prove otherwise and leans up for a kiss. Her neck is so soft in the storefront lighting, her lips like pink pillows. When I meet hers, all of that anger melts into passion. The way she lingers there – not letting me pull back – it slows me down, forcing me to enjoy the moment.
She smiles when I finally let go.
“Do you still wear the pin I bought you?”
She flips the seam of her shorts to be outfacing, and there it is, the golden ‘G’ that I bought her. She still gives a fuck.
My eyes linger on the shadow near her shaved pussy. My mouth almost waters just seeing that patch of skin. I don’t know what comes over me. Well, yeah I do. Her.
I rub my fingers on the gold pin, then slip my hand between the crease. Feeling her belly suck inward in shock makes it all the more tantalizing. Her pussy isn’t wet at all when my hand gets there, but after a half-second, it flows with that slimy bliss.
“Castor.” She tries to stifle a moan, looking both ways to see if anyone is nearby.
I take my hand out of her pussy, lick my fingers, and lift her into my arms like I’m carrying her through the threshold. But really, I’m trying to get out of that bright white stadium light and back onto the residential street.
Spotting a grassy front lawn and a house with no lights on, I rush off the sidewalk and toward the driveway too small to fit a car. It’s dark, and I can see the glint in Gia’s eyes even though she’s tugging at my arm.
“What the hell are you doing, Castor? Stop it.”
My fingers squirm to push aside her shorts and break into that wet passage between her legs. She presses her legs tightly together and kicks for me to let her down, but she’s giggling in a naughty sort of way.
“Someone’s going to see us!”
I finally put her down and hold her tight. “I missed you. Don’t do that to me again.”
She shakes her head bashfully, her cheeks red with heat.
I lean in for another passionate kiss, and I grab both of her ass cheeks hard as she bites my lip. She’s in for a session now, I can feel it.
“I’m dripping wet,” she whispers. “This is so messed up.”
I grin while dragging her deeper into the partially concealed driveway. No spotlights flicker on, no alarms go off, so I know we’re in the clear. The faint amber lighting of the streetlamp gives me the visual that’s keeping my cock as hard as a rocket.
I tear down her pants and drop to my knees, ruining the suit as the pants scrape against concrete. Burying my face in her pussy is a dream come true. She smells like soap and tastes like sweet, juicy candy. The sick part of me wishes it was bitter with the sweat of a day’s work. But this’ll do.
I grunt as she moans. When she pulls my hair, I know to slither my tongue deeper into her. My nose is pressed flat against her clit, causing her to squirm with every lathering poke. Reaching my hand up to her second hole makes my eyes widen.
What…
I stop what I’m doing when I feel the flat, metal end of a plug inside it and stare up at her yearning face. She exhales audibly, then shrugs.
“What?” She bites her lip. “You turned me onto it.”
She’s grown a liking to my kinks. It makes the blood drain out of everywhere and pool right into my cock.
“I’ve been stretching it for you.”
I ignore her and bury my face into her slit again, carefully playing with the butt-plug to maximize every sensation running through her body. I know the pleasure a woman feels when everything is stimulated at once. I’ve seen it with my own eyes too many times. But for a queen?
Feeling her legs pulse means an orgasm is coming. Good. She deserves all the pleasure. Sweat for me, Gia. So I can lap it all up.
“Oh!” Gia slaps a hand over her mouth and lifts her leg, pressing her pelvis forward. Massaging all her spots while she cums is one of life’s pure privileges. She goes slack after the intensity, and I allow myself a breath for a job well done. Only one though, because it’s only the beginning.
She drapes over me and rubs my back. “That was, amazing.”
“Anything for you.” I rise with a rock-hard cock stretching my slacks thin, which she grabs and starts jerking, kissing my neck.
“I’m ready for another,” she whispers in my ear, giving me goosebumps. We both peek out from our hiding place in the little driveway to make sure the coast is clear, then I unzip my pants.
She spits on her palm and lathers my cock with it. That’s a whore’s move, and I fucking love it.
“I can be naughty too, Cas. Stick it in my ass.” She licks my neck and pulls the plug out for me. “Do it. Consider it an apology for brushing you off.”
My brow furrows at that. It takes me right out of my mood. I snatch her hand off of me and hold her by the shoulders. “Look at me. This isn’t some sex-possessed relationship, Gia. I fucking love you, alright? I wasn’t just saying it.”
Her expression drops and her eyes water. That pain is growing in her eyes again. “I love you too.”
She hugs me, and I lift her to straddle me with my back against the brick. When I enter her, I don’t do it forcefully. She has to know that even though I’m a perverted dog, there’s more to me than that. I care for her. I have to show her.
I hold her ass tight and pump into her slowly, caressing her back. Feeling the hair raise on the back of her neck, and her goose-prickled skin in turn raises mine.
We make love for a full ten minutes, rocking slowly, holding one another. We whisper sweet words into each other’s ears and rekindle what we lost in the week of Marco’s sabotage. Then, when I hear the chatter of a few people walking down the block, I stop dead and clap a hand over Gia’s mouth.
“Shh.”
We wait like statues in the shadow. I inch farther out of the light, so we’re reduced to silhouettes that they hopefully won’t see. It’s three people – two women and a man, talking about a movie they’re about to go see. Gia’s body vibrates through a silent giggle, and I can’t help but smile too. I pump lightly, making her slap my back when she’s forced to stifle a moan.
Once they pass, the fire returns. Not the love-making empathy, but the nasty shit that comes after.
Her flip-flops kick off, and I can’t help but stare at the dirtied soles of her feet. I want to lick them clean, I want to toss her salad. She’s a fucking goddess.
She rocks into me hard and comes in for a kiss. Our tongues tangle with passion, and before we know it, she’s on all fours and I’m on my knees, ready to ram into her.
“Stick it in my ass, Castor. I mean it.” She peers over her shoulder, and the look she gives me almost makes me cum on the spot. Not taking a second, I grab my cock and circle the head around her second hole. I know it won’t fit, but I start to squeeze in anyway.
She yelps before I can even get the head partway in, and her body jerks like I just lit a match under her ass.
“We’re not there yet,” I growl into a low laugh. Even though we’re not technically supposed to go from ass to pussy, we’re technically not supposed to bleed on concrete, so I stuff myself into her anyway.
When I’m not going hard enough, she backs into me. I love what I turned her into.
“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Harder.”
I pull out to defy her. She may be a goddess, but I’m in control.
“No,” she moans, and I dive to lick around the rim of her second hole. So clean. So good. Then I plug it back up with the butt-plug I shoved into my pocket, and get ready to plow her again.
“I’m right there, Castor. Stop teasing me. I want another one, now.”
I pick one leg up and start licking her toes as I fuck her. It tastes like dirt and her perfect skin, and knowing how many nerve endings are there, the pleasure is mutual.
“You’re—crazy.” She pants, her ponytail bouncing every which way in the faint light. I feel those perfect legs beginning to pulsate again, so I let myself go at the same time.
The explosion is not normal. It’s an eruption of everything I missed and everything I desire. Putting her wet foot down and watching her asshole pucker with the butt-plug sends an extra few orgasmic pumps that I’ve never experienced in my life. Once my vision stops tunneling, I realize what I’ve done.
Cum drips out of her by the ounce, and she doesn’t seem one bit bothered by it.
The sick thing is, neither am I.
We’re playing with fire even if she’s still on birth control – which I’m not even sure of at this point, nor do I care.
“Love you, baby,” I say.
“Best make-up sex, ever.” She turns and tackles me to the concrete for another kiss.
“Why are you smiling?” I ask.
“Because I’m satisfied, you crazy bastard.”
“You don’t know the meaning of the word.” I grab her by the wrists, feeling blood rush down there again. Her face contorts in a mix of horror and intrigue, and before she can process it, she’s on her back, with my lathered cock about to pound its way back in.
“You’re going to find out how a real man fucks.”
Her eyes roll to the back of her head when I shove in something harder than the first round. The pleasure I give her… it does something to me I can’t get enough of.