Tevye 9.
“Right now, it’s a waiting game. Tricky to make a move when we don’t know who this guy might be in league with. The wrong people catch wind of what we’re doing, and we become the target of more than just Joseph Baird and his hired goons.”
I hate it, but Moshe’s right. Yak and I have put in a lot of time tracking this fucker down. Imagine our surprise when we figured out the man obsessed with owning Dottie, is a top tier exec from a popular railroad company out of Georgia. Yak’s got our programs working day and night to find his acquaintances, business partners, tracking his communication threads, and how many pots he’s got his filthy fucking fingers in.
Ezra’s reaction was more upsetting than when we first found out about the threat. Somehow, knowing the man’s name, sent him into a tailspin, and his dad and brother had to forcibly calm him down. The fact that I was even bothered by his reaction is something I’m not used to. I want to protect Dottie and the others because it’s the right thing to do, but also because I… care for them all.
Yes, that was physically painful to admit, even in my own head. And it’s irritating as hell, but they are my family. And I will rip this world apart, raze it to the ground for any one of them. I’m just going to bitch about the inconvenience while I do it.
I’m restless as I leave the war room. And I know I’m not the only one. Every partnered male is like a heat-seeking missile, intent on finding their female target. Zilv speed-walks toward the main entrance, probably going out to find some companionship of his own. An orgasm, at the least.
Arlo is with my mom, aunts, Shon, Uriel, and Irving. The Goldman boys are taking to the Kosher Nostra like ducks to water. Ezra and Zeppo’s parents took them in months ago, giving the Goldman girls a chance to be big sisters to Uri and Irv, without having to be their stand-in parents too.
Since I’m alone for the night, my intent is to get back to my suite and shower. As I reach the fork in the hallway, my body moves away from my room and toward the garage, waving off my security detail. I’m in my car, speeding down the driveway before I realize where I’m heading.
Vandy.
I’ve been focused on the matter at hand, finding and neutralizing the threat against one of our own. In the back of my mind, though, was her. The kiss. The taste of her mouth. The way her body fits against mine. The insatiable desire that threatened to drown me.
What feels like an eternity later, I’m in front of her apartment building. Her address was memorized days ago, feeding my obsession, and I took moments here and there to find out more about her. Including where she lives. It’s what I do. As Yak says, our stalking saves lives.
The lies we tell ourselves.
Easy enough to jimmy open the door of her building, I take the stairs two at a time, my blood pumping in my veins, throbbing in my ears. Anticipation builds, desire boiling to the surface. I want her. A few more seconds and I’ll have her.
I slam my fist on her apartment door three times. She opens it slightly, the chain still attached. When she registers it’s me, her eyes widen and her jaw drops. “Tev?”
“Unchain the door, Vandy.” She jumps at my harsh tone but complies immediately. The second the chain is gone, I burst through the door, pushing her with my body, my lips on hers, and hoist her into the air and against the nearest wall.
She freezes for half a second, before she kisses me back. Her hands scramble for purchase on my shoulders, her palms running down my chest, scraping against my nipples, then back up around my neck. Suddenly, it feels as if I’m free-falling, and it’s exhilarating. I let the drugging taste of her wash away the frustration and anger and fear I felt earlier in the war room.
I place her on unsteady feet just inside her kitchen, push her lounge pants down, along with her underwear, and set her on the kitchen counter. Kneeling, I’m level with the most exquisite pussy I’ve ever had the privilege to see, let alone touch, taste, inhale. She squeaks when I bury my face between her thighs, the dark lips of her pussy beckoning me like a siren song. Her hands tangle in my hair and when she tugs, for a moment I think she wants me to stop, but as I circle her clit with my tongue and then suck it hard into my mouth, her hands shove my face deeper. Her legs on my shoulders, her feet hooked around my neck to keep me in place.
I devour her like the gluttonous overeater she’d mistaken me for, gorging myself on her tangy juices, her cunt my new favorite meal. Sorry, Devorah, brisket is good, but Vandy is better. Much, much better. I rub her clit with my fingers, my tongue tracing her opening, before slipping inside. Her walls contract around my tongue and I know she’s close. I hum, the vibrations spurring her on, her cries and whimpers fucking beautiful. During the chorus, her pussy floods my mouth and I drink it down greedily.
Aftershocks causing her to twitch, I stand, pick her up and carry her through the apartment to her bedroom. Next to the bed, I strip off her tank top and bra, then my own clothes. Her hands hesitate in front of my chest. I’m muscular, but I’m not chiseled like Moshe or the others. Yak and I are both solid. Our chests broad, our stomachs firm, our thighs thick. She glances up at me shyly from under her lashes and my lips stretch at the absurdity that she can still be shy after I just ate her pussy.
I wrap my hands around hers and bring them to my chest. I hold still, despite the throbbing of my cock between us, and let her explore. She trails featherlight touches across my chest, down my abdomen, around to my back and up to my shoulder.
“I can’t believe you’re here. Like this. Tevye, I don’t understand—” I cut her off with my mouth, my hands wrapping around her waist. I growl into her when I realize she’s so small, my hands span her entire torso. I pick her up and gently lay her on her bed. I want to pound my chest, and roar like a savage, and fuck her until I can’t move, let alone think. But she’s Vandy. She deserves something more than an animal.
Her dark little nipples pebble when I climb over her, blanketing her entire body. My cock throbs between us, the sensitive underside gliding across her engorged clit. Our eyes meet and I can’t look away. Her legs widen a little more, letting me notch into my rightful place. The heat of her threatens to unman me. The silky glide of her arousal. I wait, letting the anticipation build, it all feels momentous. Like one of the most important moments of my life, right here, right now. The Kosher Nostra, Arlo…Vandy.
She breaks the spell, reaching up to cup my cheeks, her eyes sad. “I know this isn’t forever. It’s just…fun.”
The hell it is.
I snap my hips, driving into her hard and deep. Her body locks up, her back bowing, her voice strained as she is forced to accept my girth. Pissant Pete and the other fuckers she’s been with could never prepare her for me. The way she stretches to accommodate me, how much I fill her, the depths of her body no one has ever touched before. I take her lips, her screams filling my mouth as our pelvises crash together.
Her nails dig into my skin, raking down my back. I rut, my hips pounding into her, giving her no chance to catch her breath. Her body sings for me. Thumb on her clit, my body contorted so I can lick and suck her pretty nipples, she cums again.
I sit up, dragging her legs over my hips, my hands encompassing her entire waist, I pull her on and off my dick, our eyes locked. “Not just fun. You bring out all these feelings and I hate it, but I like you more. I’m not a poetic guy, but I’ll do my best to show you what you mean to me.” Tears fall from her eyes, coating her cheeks. But she’s happy. She’s smiling at me, her thighs squeezing me, her hands gripping mine before sliding up her torso to cup her little titties. Planting my fists on either side of her head, I continue to thrust, her pussy snapping tight around me, and lean down until we’re face to face. Licking up her neck, I bite on her ear lobe, relishing the filthy moan that falls from her sinful mouth. “I know with certainty that I will die for the Kosher Nostra.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. My climax is close, but I want her to give me another one. “But I will live for you. And Arlo.”
She nudges my nose with her own, and grins. Her whispered, “ Harder,” is my undoing. I snap my hips once more, and plant myself deep, as I cum with a growl. The orgasm starts in my soul and fights its way out of my dick and into her hungry cunt.
I collapse on top of her, laughing when she lets out an “oomph”. Instead of pushing me off her, she wraps her arms and legs around me and holds me tight. “This is real?” She queries and something sharp stabs me in the chest.
“Yes.”
She makes some sort of happy sound in her throat, forcing out a casual, “Cool. Cool.” I roll to the side, my head landing on a soft pillow. I bring her to my chest, kissing the top of her head before resting my cheek there. “Um, did you eat me out while humming ‘Gangsta’s Paradise’?”
I scoff, “No.” She relaxes slightly, grazing my neck with her nose, then her lips and tongue. “It was ‘Amish Paradise’.” She snorts, her entire body shaking with silent laughter. “I’m willing to be on my knees day and night, scorin’ points for the afterlife.”
“I’ll try not to be vain or whiny.”
“Let’s not be hasty.” I draw my hand down her soft spine until my palm covers her plump right ass cheek, my fingers digging into the meaty flesh. “I wouldn’t mind going medieval on your hiney.”
I’m almost certain as we tease one another, kiss, grope, and go for rounds two and three…this is the night I fell in love for the first time.
And I hope it’s the last.