Haring

“You waited longer than I expected,” Aiden says as we enter his office, and he motions for me to take the chair next to him in front of his desk.

“You were out of town.”

“Hurts like a mother-fucker, doesn’t it? Having someone else help your woman? I know, because I resented how close Ellie and Nate are, until I pulled my head out of my ass, and was just happy to know they could help each other.”

“I’m not jealous of you helping her, because I know Ellie is it for you, and I also know Natasha loves me.”

“Dammit! I wanted someone else to commiserate with.”

“I thought you were over it.”

“I am. Mostly. Kind of. No. Well, most days, yes. Love is fucking hard sometimes.”

“You’ll have to find someone else to get sympathy from. I’m here to talk to you about how you met her, how long you knew I was in danger, and basically, everything else you might want to reveal.”

“I’ve known Tasha since middle school. We were neighbors in D.C. Did I have a crush on her ever, or vice versa? We once thought we liked each other, so we kissed, and it was okay. Nothing special for either one of us, so we moved on. When the assholes were circling her in high school, and I was fending off a crazy chick or two, we decided to prom it up together. After high school, she went into the military, and I decided I needed to try college first.”

“Which is why I never met her.”

“Exactly. She found her place in MI, while I drifted to Special Forces once we were both enlisted. Our paths crossed sometimes, but not a lot.”

“And then I got in trouble.”

“You telling my story for me?”

“Just helping you move it along.”

“Smartass.”

I hold up my hands. “It’s a gift.”

“You’re definitely a Studkateer.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll explain later.”

“Do I even want to know?”

“Oh yeah.”

I shake my head, but press on. “When did you know about me?”

“My dad told me a little over a year ago. He knew Kanta was dirty, and trusted Tasha to be the one to take him down. She mentioned you, not knowing we knew you. After, part of her job became to try and protect you. It wasn’t her main focus, though. She was after Kanta, and if that meant others had to save you, so be it.”

“By ‘others’ you mean the Society?”

“Yeah. Matisse was already here, and Reina would’ve gone in for you.”

“She did.”

“Yeah, but only after Tasha left her cell phone behind at the airport for Jake to find. Tasha fell for you, and never looked back. Her only goal was to save you.”

“She still took down Kanta.”

“Yeah, but if she’d had to choose, she would’ve chosen you.”

“I wish you’d told me. Knowing she’d slept with Jake, and then hearing she was your prom date—it was messy.”

“Life is messy, my friend.”

“Don’t go getting all deep on me, Ford.”

“We’re getting older, Kingston. Deep thinking is inevitable.”

“Touché.”

“Is there anything else, or can I go eat lunch now?”

“Go eat. I’m expecting more info about this Studkateer thing later.”

“Count on it.”

I head back to my office, and finish up my final staff interviews that afternoon. I think I’ve chosen a good group, and now I just need to get their info to HR, so they can work up an orientation packet for them. Once they’ve gone through all the drug, and background checks, the building should almost be done, and they can start their training on everything there. Everyone I hired has lifeguard training, because I want to be able to rotate them through the different areas. Working in one area all the time can get tedious, and I don’t want anyone getting bored. We’re working at a fun place, so we should be having fun as well.

When I get home, I call Natasha while unpacking the take-out I picked up on the way home.

“Hey Vixen, do you have time for me?”

“Since I’m outside your door, I certainly hope so.”

I drop my phone, and open the door to find her standing there, with her own take-out bag in her hand. She’s still in the black and red dress from earlier, and I eye the flippy skirt like it’s my favorite thing in the world, because her skirts are definitely in my top five.

“My eyes are up here,” she tells me with a laugh.

“You know how fond I am of you in skirts that give me easy access to your pussy.”

“Let me in, and keep talking sexy, please.”

I pull her in, close the door, push her against it, and slide my hand up her skirt. Her panties are lacy, and I stroke the lace a little before sliding a finger in to grab some of her sweet cream. I lick my finger, never taking my eyes off her.

“I needed a taste, babe, to hold me over until after we eat. You’re going to need that sustenance for your all-night fucking—and sucking. Because you’re going to suck my cock so good tonight, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And I’m going to eat your pussy over, and over again, between fucking you with my cock. I’m going to do both until you beg me to stop, because your pussy can’t take any more love from me.”

“Yes. Please, Haring. Yes.”

“When you beg, I’ll resort to petting it, and kissing it softly, because I never want to stop owning that pretty pussy.”

“It’s yours.”

“Dinner first,” I remind her, stepping away.

A shoe goes flying past my head, as I walk toward my kitchen island. “Pussy tease.”

“Only a tease if I don’t follow through, and believe me, I’m going to do all of that to you tonight, Vixen.”

“Promises, promises.”

“All going to be kept,” I tell her again.

“They better be.”

I pull her to me again, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, and licking it like I’m going to lick her lower lips. She moans around my tongue, and I pull her even closer. Now that I’ve got her back, I’m never letting her go again.

Natasha

Haring is slowly driving me insane. He’s been licking his fingers after every bite, even though I know his fried rice isn’t dripping on them. “Bastard,” I whisper.

“What was that?”

“My pussy’s feeling lied to.”

“I thought she didn’t talk to you.”

“She’s hurting, so she’s louder than usual.”

He slides off the couch to kneel in front of me. “My girl’s hurting? We can’t have that.”

“Oh, it’s okay for me to hurt, but not my vagina?” I ask, keeping my legs firmly closed, as he tries to pull them apart.

“Pretty much.”

I push him over, and get to my feet. I’m looking for my shoes when he picks me up, and carries me to his bed. I hit him a few times, but I’m not putting up much of a fight. Especially not when he lays me down gently, lowering himself next to me, and resting on his side as he looks at me.

“Whatever you want, it’s yours. I didn’t mean to tease you so hard, babe. Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it. Always, I’ll do it.”

I look up into his eyes, and I see the truth there, along with the desire. Still, he made me mad, and he’s not getting away with it. “I’m not opposed to your tongue.”

“Not opposed, huh?”

“Nope.”

“I’m to lick that sass away.”

“Go ahead, and try.”

He slides down the bed, and precedes to do exactly what he promised, alternating between his mouth, and his cock for the next several hours. When he’s done with me, not only can I not be sassy, I can barely speak. My mouth wants to play, though, so I let it.

When Haring stumbles back to bed after depositing the last condom he filled up, I push him to his back, and start licking him. His hands go to my hair as he starts to get hard again.

“Vixen, fuck, are you trying to kill me? My cock is going to fall off if I keep coming as hard as you make me come.”

“That was my pussy. You can talk to her later, but right now my mouth wants her turn.”

“How can I argue with that logic?”

“You can’t. Just lie back like a good, sexy, man, and let me suck you like you said you wanted me to.”

He gives me a salute, before lying back down. He’s not still for long, once I take him deep. As I lick, and suck, his back bows off the bed, and he pulls my hair hard. I like the little touch of pain, because it tells me he’s loving this as much as I am. Make no mistake, I am loving the feel of him in my mouth. So much so that I’m wet, and wanting right now. I moan around him, because I can’t help it.

“Vixen, are you getting off on this? On sucking me into that sexy mouth of yours?” All I can do is nod. “Touch yourself, babe. Make my pussy leak.”

I shake my head no. This is all about him right now. I can wait.

“You know I’m going to lick her again, right? She’s being neglected, and I won’t stand for that.”

I pull my mouth from him, because he’s being ridiculous. “Are you going to come down my throat like a good sex god, or are you just going to complain because I’m not coming with you?”

He shrugs. The fucker actually shrugs. “Both?”

“Haring Kingston, I swear to God, if you don’t lie back and enjoy me giving you this blow job, it’s going to be the last I ever give you. Is that what you want? Am I not doing a good job?”

He looks panicked, as he should. “You are the Queen of the BJ. The best of the best. I’ll be good. Promise.”

I watch him cross his heart, because he’s that ridiculous, and then I get back to business. Now that he’s not trying to be a smartass, it doesn’t take me long to break him. He’s coming down my throat in just a few minutes, and I’m loving every drop I suck from him. After, I lick the tip to make sure I don’t miss anything I could have for myself.

“Why was that so hard?”

“Because you made him hard.”

“Him? FYI—he didn’t talk to me.”

“Of course not. He was in your mouth, so how could he be heard?”

“I can’t even with you.”

“Well, you did. Several times already. Now, it’s time for my girl to have some rest.”

He starts petting my pussy lips, and it’s all I can do not to slap his hand away. Not only am I sensitive, but I’m still wanting after sucking him off. “Go away.”

“It’s my apartment. Did I fry too many brain cells when I fucked you that last time?”

“I meant to get away from my pussy.”

“Are you jealous? You are, aren’t you? Don’t be jealous of her.”

“I’m not jealous, you asshole! I’m fucking horny from sucking your cock, and if you’re not going to take care of it, I’ll do it myself.”

“Please.”

“You want to watch me get myself off?”

“More than anything else right now.”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t know why I’m indulging you right now, when you’re totally pissing me off.”

He raises his hand. “I know! I know!”

“Put your fucking hand down.”

“Down where? Do you want to see me jerk off?”

Yes. Oh God, yes. “Do it.”

“After you.”

I slide my hand down my body, and my fingers find my swollen clit. I rub it back and forth as he takes his cock in hand, stroking it hard. I slide my hand lower, and alternate between pumping my fingers in and out, and playing with my clit. My other hand moves to play with my nipples, and I watch Haring’s other hand tug at his balls as he strokes himself.

We both race to the finish, and I know I’m going crazy because I’m watching him get himself off to me getting myself off. It’s fucking hot, and as I scream out my release, he comes all over his stomach. I lean over to lick, and he grabs my hand to suck.

I don’t expect him to lift me onto his still hard cock, but he does. I slide down, as he pulls my mouth to his for a hard kiss. I can taste us both now, and it makes me wet all over again.

“I need another fuck. My hand wasn’t enough, and I need to come in your pussy. I swear I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too, and on the pill. Come in me. I want it too.”

He holds my hips and fucks into me, while I hold his headboard so my tits are right above his mouth. He licks and sucks them as I roll my hips, helping him get us both off.

“You’re wet again for me. This sweet pussy is slick and hot, just the way my cock likes it. I love it when I’m sliding in your juices, babe.”

“I love it too. You’re so hard, because I made you that way, and you know you’re big. Fuck, you’re so thick and big.”

“I’m going to keep fucking you all night, you know that, right? All night, I’m going to wake you up to take my cock.”

“Yes. I want it.”

“When she starts to get too sore, and begs me for a break, I’m going to shove my cock in your mouth while I kiss her. And when your mouth can’t take anymore, I’m going to push your tits around him again, and fuck them until they’re red.”

“All of it, yes.”

“I’m going to leave your ass alone, because I know you’re not into that, but I’d take that too if I had the chance. Make no mistake about it, Vixen; I own this body, just like you own mine.”

“I’m going to be waking you up too, so be ready for it.”

“I’m always ready.”

He proves it by coming inside me, as I scream out his name once again. I’m addicted to a cock, and a mouth, and yeah, the man too. I can’t get enough of any of them, and frankly, I never want to.