Chapter Thirty-Eight
It turned out PC Pain was way better with her mouth when she was on her knees, and if I told her that, she’d probably bite my dick off, so I held those words in, and fought to stay standing while she blew me like a fucking goddess.
I mean, she was sucking the fucking strength out of me with that mouth. I stroked her hair, tugging it now and then, because each time I did, those eyes darted back up to fix on mine, and then I grinned at her.
“You’re so good at that, little pain… almost like a pro.” Those eyes narrowed at me, and I felt her teeth scrape my skin. Fuckkkk… that was so fucking good. So I like a little pain with my pleasure, that’s not a crime, right? Maybe I should ask her, what with her being so fucking lawful and all.
She sucked harder, drawing her lips tightly back up to the head of my cock, twirling her tongue around the head, and my legs literally buckled, as she broke me, and I came hard, filling her mouth with cum.
I was surprised she didn’t get pissy at me for that, but she swallowed like a champ too, delicately wiping her mouth when she released my cock.
I gave her a few moments to breathe, down there on her knees in front of me, making me feel like a fucking god. Hey, maybe I did have a god complex. I made a note to tell that asshole that tomorrow, then remembered that I’d probably never see anyone again.
“What? Oh god. What’s that? Blow job remorse? You’re such a girl, Grease.”
How the fuck she had me laughing, when I’d just remembered that this was my last day alive, I had no fucking idea, but this was her gift. Keeping me in the moment, and completely focused on her.
I stroked her hair, petting it like I’d pet an animal, and she cursed at me, shoving my hand away as she stood up again.
“I don’t wanna ruin the moment or anything, little pain, and this isn’t the blow job endorphins talking, but you’re…
a man could fall for you, you know? If… uh…
if he felt things like that, for uh… people.
” I was too much of a pussy to actually say the words, because all she’d shown me was mild like, versus intense dislike, so I couldn’t risk my feelings being out there if I didn’t know she felt the same way. It’s hard being a guy sometimes.
“Wow, you just swept me off my feet with that one, Grease.” She sat on the bed, and smoothed down her partially unbuttoned shirt and sighed.
“Look, you’re absolutely the wrong kind of man for…
well, pretty much anyone, but yeah… I’d probably not like it very much if you died.
” She looked like it pained her to even say that much, so while it wasn’t a declaration of love, I was willing to accept that this was probably as heartfelt as either one of us could get, and so I dragged the rest of her clothes off, and pushed her back on the bed.
“I guess I need to live up to those accolades, little pain. Spread those slutty legs for me, so I can eat you.”
She giggled, and then rolled her eyes. “Such a romantic.”
“I’ll be whatever you fucking want me to be, as soon as I’ve drowned myself in your pussy.”
She grimaced and covered her face, but as soon as I started licking her, those hands fisted the covers, and as I started to finger fuck her, so I could suck on her sweet little clit, those fingers finally found my hair, fucking up the slicked back style.
“Dammit, Grease, I can’t grip your hair with this stuff all over it. I keep slipping.”
“Can’t hear you over how sweet this pussy tastes,” I murmured, setting her off giggling again. I swear, if you’d told me that the sound of a woman giggling during sex would be my new favourite thing, I’d say you were crazy, but this woman. Fuck me. I’d give her anything to hear it again.
“Grease, please… you can use your mouth better than that… all that… oh god… oh yes, right there!”
I pinned her hips down as she erupted, and tried to ride my face as her orgasm contorted her body. Damn, if I had to die for someone, it could only be her.
I grinned as she sagged on the bedding, her hands resting loosely at her sides, and I stood up, leaning over her, and watching as her tongue wet her lips, and that pulse in her neck throbbed with her racing heart. She offered me a languid smile, and reached for me.
“Make love to me, Grease.” She froze, and rolled her eyes. “Or hate, whatever, just fuck me.”
“You want me to ‘make hate to you’?”
Her glare returned, and isn’t that just how I fucking love her? There’s that damn word again. Why can’t I just say it?
“Take this hateful dick, baby.” I rammed deep, and her surprised yelp turned to a moan so fast it’s almost like she liked the ‘pain’ too. Maybe my little pain enjoyed a little pain too. See what I did there?
I grabbed her hands, which were pressed against my chest, and secured them against the mattress as I lifted my hips and surged deep again, and her eyes practically rolled back in her head.
I knew she liked being fucked hard and deep, so I gave her exactly what she likes, but then I lowered my head to her shoulder, and sank my teeth into her skin, biting hard enough to sting without breaking the skin.
“Oh god!” Her body rippled and convulsed with another orgasm, and I didn’t have the strength to fight mine, sinking deep into her as I filled her with more of my cum. I just wanted to keep her cum-filled from both ends like a fucking cannoli… and thoughts like that made me worry about my brain.
I lifted my head to admire the bitemark I’d left on her shoulder, which would definitely bruise a little, and leave her with a little reminder of me after I was gone.
“You bit me,” she grumbled tiredly, her head rolling to the side, as she started to succumb to the exhaustion that came from several orgasms, and a good hard fuck.
“Yeah. Good, innit.”
“So you’re a… vampire biker? That’s… hot…” she drifted off to sleep while I was still inside her, which told me just how exhausting this night had been for her.
“Nope… just a secret mafia guy in love…” I whispered, immediately feeling like a prick. Look at me, such a big strong guy, waiting ‘til she’s asleep to tell her. I carefully eased out of her, and pulled the covers up and over her.
I watched her sleeping for long enough that I felt like a complete prick, so I dragged my jeans back on, grabbed the rest of my clothes, and left the room. There was a call I needed to make, and putting it off wasn’t helping anyone.
Jamie
Iwoke up in a strange bed, aching in deep places only Grease could reach, and rolled over to find myself alone.
I sat up fast, holding the covers to my naked chest. My eyes darted around the room, which was plenty light enough with the curtains only half pulled, and I immediately noticed that his clothes were gone. Oh god. NO!
I hurried to get dressed, and used the bathroom I found in the hallway, borrowing some stranger’s toothpaste and mouthwash, but god no, not their toothbrush.
I ran down the stairs, wondering if I was completely alone, or if Grease had just gone out to his death alone, instead of at least staying until I woke.
I found two bikers on the sofa, but neither of them was the one I wanted to find.
“Where is he? Did he leave?”
They exchanged glances, and Micro stood up, lifting his hands up to try and placate the crazy woman in front of him. I’m the crazy woman, crazy because I’ve fallen for a biker, and not just any biker, but a mafia guy pretending to be a biker, and that fact would kill us both.
“Did he go and do something stupid? If he gets himself killed, I’ll… I’ll kick his ass!”
“Pretty sure he wouldn’t feel it if-”
“Torch! Listen, uh… PC… Officer uh…”
“Jamie. Jay. Just call me Jay. That’s how friends know me.”
“Oh, look at that, we’re friends with a cop,” Torch said from the sofa and I glared at him.
“I didn’t say you could call me it.”
“Ooooh.”
“Torch, shut it. Listen… Jay…” Micro paused, like he was waiting for me to yell at him, but I stayed quiet for once, “Yes, he left, but only to make a call he didn’t want getting traced back to here.”
“He doesn’t have all the fancy tech stuff to prevent that?”
They both chuckled. “He’s doing his best to stay incognito, but he didn’t want to be where you are, in case he fucks up. Look, just relax. He’ll be back, okay? He just… fuck it… he wanted to talk to the Don in person, or… Jesus, Torch, help me.”
Torch stood up, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“You told me to shut it. Besides, you’re doing so well, man.”
I clenched my fists and growled out with frustration.
“You’re both so cute, but I need fucking answers here. If he’s falling on his sword, I should be with him. And if either of you mentions me falling on his ‘sword’, I’ll kick you in the nuts.”
Torch snorted, and Micro elbowed him. They looked like really good friends, which was lovely and all, but I didn’t need their double act right now. I needed answers. No, not even answers, just Grease. I needed him. Tesio, Grease, whatever the hell his name was.
“Please. Just tell me he’s okay,” I practically begged, fighting the burn of tears, because the helplessness of this whole situation was as painful as the fear.
Micro hesitated, and Torch groaned, patting his shoulder as he stepped past him, closer to me.
“Listen, love, he’s Grease, yeah? He’s smart, he’s resourceful, and he’s way too smug of a fucker to let this take him down. He’s probably already convincing Rossi that this is all just fine, and nobody’s a threat to anyone. You’ll be having pasta at the Don’s-”
“Could you sound more culturally inappropriate?” Micro interrupted, rolling his eyes at Torch.
“And I thought I was doing a bad job. He’ll be back soon, and he’ll have all the answers, I’m sure.
If you guys have to run, we’ll do everything we can to help you get away.
Now, can I get you a coffee? We got in some real milk this morning, so it’ll taste less like shit. We have pastries too.”
I reluctantly agreed, and sat at the small dining table with a mug of coffee, and a bag of pastries, which looked like enough to feed ten people instead of just us, but as I watched Torch pound two of the damn things, I realised why.
Big men eat big amounts. Big men. I stared morosely at the front door, wishing Grease would walk through it, and knowing I’d probably punch him if, and when, he did.
So as hours passed with no word, I became more and more frustrated and afraid.
“They killed him, I bet those fuckers killed him.”
Micro was starting to look like he agreed with me, but Torch shook his head.
“Nope. Some shit just takes time. Trust me. He’s got this.”
Micro’s phone buzzed a moment later and he chewed his lip as he read it.
“Well, he’s on his way back, so he’s alive at least.”
Yeah, but for how fucking long? How did I get mixed up with bikers and mafia men?
I’d always been a decent, law-abiding person, but how long had I been starting to hover on the edge of the law?
How many times had I pushed the limits to get the arrest, or encourage the suspect to behave in a way that gave me that right?
Maybe I’d never been a good person. Maybe it was all just an illusion.
I guess, the real question was this… would I leave it all for a bad guy?