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I wasn’t experienced in this, I’d been too focused on getting to where I wanted to be to indulge in what most college students had, and right now I felt slightly nervous that I wouldn’t be able to please him. One thing that I did have going for me was that I was a fast learner and paid attention, this all came in handy as I started to gently run my tongue down the length of him, focusing on the areas that got the deepest groans from him.

  A tug on my hair pulled me back up to the top, and I took the tip between my lips making sure to get as good a seal around it as I could before sucking gently.

  “How much can you take?” My eyes flicked up to find him watching me with a look on his face that encouraged me to find out. So, I did!

  Opening my lips up and relaxing my jaw, I slid my mouth further down his length, making sure to keep my teeth as covered as I could. An accidental bump or hard scrape was going to hurt like a bitch, and the poor guy had been through enough crotch-kill as it was.

  Once I’d taken as much as I could without my gag reflex embarrassing me, I returned to the sucking that I’d been doing before, hoping like hell that I was doing it right.

  “Harder!” The word was groaned out with such force, that it encouraged me to do as he was saying. I’d never been great at taking orders, but on this occasion, I was beyond delighted to do it.

  Moving my head back up to the tip, and then back down it, I continued to suck and flick my tongue periodically. I could feel his body shaking slightly where I was holding him on his hips. I wasn’t sure if I was holding him as tightly as I was to keep him in place, or to stop myself falling onto him and dying from a cock through the brain.

  After a couple of minutes though, my inexperience started to make me feel paranoid. I’d watched a porno once where the chick had been going down on the guy and he’d come quickly. Was I not doing it right? Then my jaw started to ache, and a memory of lying in the dentist’s chair getting a root canal last year hit. My jaw had been open for so long, that it had started to cramp and spasm. What if that happened now? I’d end up biting him in half!

  Maybe my body language changed, or maybe the weird bastard had some sort of psychic powers, but as soon as the mental image of spitting out half of his penis crossed my mind, he moved his hands to my cheeks and gently pulled me off his cock.

  “My turn!”

  I didn’t have a chance to wonder what that meant - although for a second, I thought he was gonna suck it himself, my brain was just that focused on his dick. Then, I was spun around so that I was facing the pillows, with my ass in the air.

  “I’m not sure that…” Obviously, facing away from him, I never saw his hand lift, but I sure as shit felt the sting when it connected with my right ass cheek.

  “Quiet! I’m in the zone.”

  Zone? What zone? At this moment, the only zones we were in were his bedroom, his bed and my ass was in the air zone – something that I was very conscious of the longer it continued to just wave at him. At least, that’s what it felt like it was doing. Another smack to the butt pulled me away from this line of thought.

  “Shall I tell you what I’m going to do?” He asked as he leaned over and started to kiss across my shoulder.

  “Turn me around so that I can see you and so that my ass isn’t in your face?” I felt the rumble of his laughter in his chest on my back, and it was one of the best things that I’d ever felt.

  His tongue started to trail across the area that he’d just kissed until it hit the area between my shoulders.

  “No,” his answer was almost disappointing, I’d been so hopeful. “I’m going to lick you,” he trailed his tongue down my spine slightly. “Then kiss you,” he punctuated that with a kiss in the center of my back. “Then, I’m going to fuck you.” He nipped a patch of skin that was now so wired that I almost melted onto his bed. “All while you’re just like this.”

  I was picturing what he’d just described, and it sounded freaking awesome. Well, maybe with one difference i.e. in that position his nose would be right next to my butt hole. The hole in my butt. The one that… The roughness of his palm across the sensitive skin of my ass cheek made me shift slightly.

  “Behave!”

  It was another order that I was happy to follow now. Fuck the fact that my big booty was taking up his field of vision. For all I cared, it could have neon lights tinsel on it whilst it played carols – I only wanted what he’d just promised.

  The rough pads of his fingers moved from my ribs down to the outside of my hips, and I heard the sound of him moving. Then, I changed my mind on what the best thing I’d ever felt was – now, it was his tongue trailing slowly up my inner thigh as his fingers tightened slightly to keep me from moving. He didn’t have to worry about that when his tongue flicked up the crease where my thigh met my cooter, I wasn’t moving a muscle.

  That all changed when he pulled back and his hands moved to the insides of my thighs to open me up for the next onslaught of that magic Tom-tongue. I jerked slightly at the sensation, something I’d never experienced before, and then on the second pass, when he pushed in more firmly with it, the top half of my body hit the duvet as I buried my face into it to muffle my groan.

  If he stopped, I’d kill him…

  “I want to hear it,” he pulled his face away to say. Luckily for him, it was a matter of a second before he was back to licking and flicking, or I really would have killed him, or smothered him with my vagina. I wonder if he’d be the first man in history to be muff-snuffled?

  The slap that landed on my ass cheek pissed me off for many reasons. The main ones being – it hurt, it meant his hand wasn’t where it had been before, his thumb had been making its way toward my clit, he could apparently read my mind, and it jerked my body away from the location that his tongue had been at that second which had been awesome.

  “Stop doing that!” It sounded snappy and pissed off in my head, but when your face is surrounded by a duvet that was so poufy that you were spitting out mouthfuls of it every time you panted, it probably just sounded like gibberish to him.

  Not wanting him to pull away and reply, I pushed back slightly to give him the message - receiving another spank for my efforts. As soon as this was over, no maybe after ten times of this, I’d kill him. A pillow over his face in his sleep. Maybe I’d bring out the ATV and see if I could fool him into…smack! Okay, right after this one time. I’d at least have the memories of it.

  That all changed in the blink of an eye and his life was spared when he caught my clit between his lips and sucked hard, pushing a finger into me at the same time. I would have been ashamed that I came so easily if it hadn’t been a back crack-a-lackin orgasm.

  It also meant that I gave him what he’d wanted earlier, which was to lift my head up and scream. All of those times that I’d rolled my eyes at the chick in porn who was making animal noises and screaming her head off – I had no idea it could actually happen.

  I was still coming when he shifted again and the next second, he was pressing into me.

  “Holy shit,” I gasped, my head falling back down again, almost burying itself back in the covers before he gently grasped a handful of hair and tugged it back up again.

  “Jesus Christ,” he groaned as he pressed firmly into me before withdrawing slightly and pushing forward again. “You’re so damn tight.”

  I’d take his word for it, vaginas were an enigma to me. “Maybe it’s your penis?”

  He huffed out a laugh on his next thrust which seemed to give it more power. Maybe he could do that each time?

  With every press forward, a slow retreat followed it. It was like some sort of sex torture because I just wanted him to fuck me with his massive cock. I wasn’t asking for anything out of the bounds of possibility, I really wasn’t.

  Opening my mouth to relay this request, I almost bit my tongue off when on the next thrust, he stopped his slow retreat and instead moved his hands either side of my hips and started to power in and out of me. I’d always been an inquisitive person, full of qu
estions about everything, but for the first time in my life I had none. I more than likely was losing my cognitive functions too. My mind went blank, focusing only on Tom’s dick and the heaven that he was creating with it.

  His hand crept towards my clit as he started to thrust harder - how he still had more power to give I’ll never know, but he did. Just as his finger started to rub in circles, I came. Literally fractured into tiny little pieces.

  That wasn’t enough for Tom though – the over achieving bastard wanted more which he proved by looping his arms around my waist and lifting me until my back met his front and I was sitting upright in his lap.

  Sucking on my neck and more than likely leaving a mark, he rasped, “More!”

  Then, his hand moved back down my front and he caught my clit between two of his magical fingers capable of sex sorcery and squeezed. Clamping down around his cock which was now thrusting up harder into me, I gasped and reached back, grabbing a handful of his rock-hard ass cheek. Mother humper, was there nothing about this man that wasn’t made of stone right now?

  Raising us so that we were balanced more on our knees now, he powered into me and rubbed the two fingers hard on my nub. This time when I came, it was with my entire abdomen clenching down tightly and bright lights going off behind my eyelids. I might have screamed, the rumbling on my back might have been him groaning this time, I wouldn’t know.

  My last thought before I slumped back face down on the bed was – so that’s why I had an aching cookie last time. At a time like this, I didn’t think that the technical term vagina was attractive – it was so scientific and what had just happened was as far away from that as possible.

  “Don’t move. I think my piercing is stuck in your hair,” he panted into my ear.

  Piercing? “What piercing?”

  “Left nipple.”

  Forgetting that it was caught up in my hair, forgetting that we were still connected in pleasurable places, I pulled my head forward as I went to spin, making him yell out in pain and me freeze in place.

  “Oh shit, your balls,” I gasped, suddenly remembering the hell he’d been through the last week and a half. How the shit had he managed to have sex, let alone as hard as we had? “Are you okay? Did I break them again?”

  “No,” he whined. “But I think you tore my nipple off. What part of ‘don’t move’ didn’t make sense?”

  “I don’t do orders,” I snapped.

  “You do when I spank you,” he whispered in my ear. His voice was still tense with the pain, but it had an automatic effect on my vagina, even though his assumption that I’d do as I was told every time he told me to do something had my hackles up.

  I’d let him live. My vagina was begging me to!

  Chapter Seven

  Tom

  “Did you know that your grandfather has a…,” Coleman looked at his men who were standing behind him with their arms crossed, “sex swing?” he hissed.

  Sighing, I leaned back and prayed that this shit would just end. Another big box had been delivered to their house this morning and I was dreading what else they’d bought that they were now using as everyday use. Grams had even offered to buy us all the new ‘fly swatters’ that never missed the buggers, and Gramps had been rubbing a string of anal beads over his neck last night because they ‘gave the best massage ever’. Tony was now on my shit list.

  “Is this why we were summoned?” Ren asked, completely avoiding our grandparents new sex toy addiction.

  Coleman’s eyes narrowed on him and then swung to Brett who was looking at the ceiling.

  “No, it’s not. There has been a development,” he muttered. Realizing that he was talking about the asshole who had been trying to take us out one by one, we all gave him our full attention. “A box was intercepted, destined for Hurst and Linda’s house.”

  “Why would someone be after our grandparents?” Cole asked. “They’re fucking old!”

  “This is the development,” Coleman explained. “The box had the same sort of bomb in it that they used in the box that was delivered to Luke last year, as well as in his house.” Luke growled beside us. His house had exploded when Cole opened the door, and then he’d found a package with a bomb on his desk months later. His wife Isla had been pregnant with Thing One and Thing Two at the time and had also been recovering from being shot. “There was a letter in it this time that we think the bomber intended to be read as the box opened, thinking that it would be destroyed in the explosion. It was very…,” he paused and shook his head. “Informative - I’ll use that word instead of every other word that I want to use.”

  “What did it say?” Brett’s tone was cold as he asked this. When Brett removed emotion, we knew shit was about to fly.

  I remember eating all of his Twizzlers once, and instead of just beating the shit out of me, he’d told me I’d pay for it in that same tone – and I had. He’d put laxatives in different items of food for three weeks. The fact that I was in eighth grade and shitting my brains out on random days was humiliating. I brought lunch at school every day, and to this day I had no idea how he’d managed to put it in my food.

  “It would appear that he was an acquaintance of Jack’s many years ago,” Coleman nodded at Dad who looked shocked.

  “Who?”

  “That we don’t know yet, but there were prints on it, so I have a guy scanning them through AFIS.”

  “What else did it say?” I’d never heard Dad use the tone he was at that moment. It was kinda scary and reminded me that we all have a dark side when we’re backed against a wall. This asshole had done so much and been after us for so long.

  Pinching the bridge of his nose, Coleman started to explain it fully. “It started off with an eye for an eye, something that we figured was the main motive by now. He said though, that they would die knowing that their son was at fault and that in the near future he’d be joining them while the sick fuck enjoyed Jack’s wife.” I think we all sucked in our breaths at that. He wanted our mom? “He also said that she should have been his and that Jack’s ‘bastard line’ were of no use to him.”

  “Bastard line? Who uses that kind of language?” Ren sounded stymied by it, it was almost medieval.

  “What do we do?” Dad asked. He sounded like he was ready to kill someone.

  “Right now? We wait for the results of the fingerprints to come back. There might be a hit on AFIS, there might not,” Coleman sounded frustrated. “Me? Well, I have some friends that I’m going to contact and see if they have any info. Jack, I need you to make a list of enemies that you’ve made over the years. Go back as far as you can.”

  Dad nodded. “I don’t actually have many, so it won’t take long.”

  “Even someone who you’ve lost contact with for no reason. You’d be amazed the kind of psycho-fucks the world breeds,” Coleman advised. “The rest of you need to be aware. He attacks, withdraws and then starts all over again, but I don’t think he’ll do that this time. And we don’t know who he has working for him now, so keep your eyes open when you’re out and about. No one is to leave using their own vehicles, use the ones that we’ve provided. Do you understand?”

  A chorus of agreement met his orders along with a salute from Cole before he looked over at me and gave me an almost imperceptible nod of his head. I knew what was coming.

  Splitting away from the rest of the group, we walked back toward my house where Ebru was along with Cole’s son, Louis, and Sonya.

  “We’ll need to come clean at some point,” he muttered, looking off into the distance. The two of us had the same secret and had been keeping it for years.

  “Not until we find out something that can help them with this shit.” There was no option. If we told them, we would be suspected if something happened and all of our gear would probably be confiscated by Coleman.

  “Where did you put it all?”

  “I’ll show you, but we need to get rid of the girls,” I whispered as I opened the door to the house, hearing the excitable female chat
tering coming from my living room. I should probably be pissed that while we were doing our shit, my house had turned into estrogen central (and baby shit too by the smell of it), but it just meant that Sonya was becoming more comfortable in our house.

  My family had welcomed her immediately being Layla’s best friend, but I wanted them to know that she was mine, so I gave Cole the hand signal letting him know to give me a minute as I walked over to where she was sitting comfortably. Not giving her any warning, I bent over and kissed her as deeply as I could with Ren’s daughter Crystal tugging on my nipple piercing. How she always managed to find it I’ll never know, but it was a miracle that my nipple wasn’t in two pieces by now.

  Running my nose softly down Sonya’s, I pulled away slightly, just enough to allow me access to the little shit who was starting to tug harder at the piece of metal. Wincing, I pulled gently on her tiny fist, which was stronger than you’d expect, and pried her fingers open giving my poor abused nub much needed freedom.