Tony

 

She was nice and warm, tucked into my side as we walked into the house. The night had been fucking amazing—even if you included that minor incident with the fuck-face who had tried to get Evie to dance with him. I had my arms around her as I walked her inside. In all honesty, I expected her to tucker out and go to her room. We’d spent a lot of time moving around.

 

What I didn’t expect was her pressing herself against me and kissing me when we got to my room. I was going to walk her to her own, but she seemed to have other plans, not that I was going to complain or going to make her stop, either. Our mouths moved against each other’s and my hands settled on her ass. I squeezed and pulled her closer to me, and she groaned.

 

“You sound like you need something.”

 

“You know exactly what I need, Tony.”

 

I fiddled with the door, working it open one handed while I kept kissing her. We practically tumbled into my room. If I thought I was going to get the upper hand, I was dead-ass wrong. Evie pushed me to the bed before I could turn her onto it myself. I was curious, though. She was initiating. Taking. What was she about to do?

 

I watched with hooded eyes as she straddled me and rocked her pretty, full hips down onto my crotch. I’d been about half-hard all night and rutted up against her. She smirked down at me.

 

“I wanna show you how much I liked tonight, Tony. Let me take care of you?”

 

I was pretty sure it was supposed to be the other way around, but I was taken in by watching her hands smooth over her breasts, then squeeze as she gave a breathy, sexy, little moan. I put my hands on her hips and squeezed, moving her against my cock as she continued to touch herself. She took off her top and—fuck. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were pert and pretty, and I wanted my mouth on them.

 

I sat up, keeping her in my lap as I put my mouth on her tit, sucking her nipple between my lips. She gasped and moaned as I sucked, nibbling a little at the bud. She rocked hard against me and dragged her nails down the front of my shirt before she started going at the buttons, popping them off one by one. She shoved my shirt off to get at my chest. I groaned against her breast, going for the other nipple as her nails dug into my skin.

 

“Ah …Tony.”

 

I growled against her, loving the way that my name came out of her mouth. It was damn near perfect in every way, and there was nothing anyone could say that could convince me it wasn’t the best damn thing that I had ever heard.

 

Her hands moved down while I played with her nipples, enjoying how hard they were and how soft her breasts were in comparison. She undid my pants and pulled my cock out to stroke it. H=Her hand barely wrapped around me, and I was already dripping for her. I wanted to be inside her, wanted her on me and grinding—but I was gonna let her take care of me, like she said she was going to. She stroked and pumped me until I was rocking in her hand and panting her name.

 

“Fuck, Evie, right there. Right there, just like that. Such a good girl.”

 

She squeezed and stroked, thumbing over my slit with her pretty, little hand. I felt my balls get tight and I knew that I was close, but I wasn’t ready to pop just yet, so I held out.

 

Evie seemed to notice this, and she let go of me just as I was nibbling and biting a little harder on her breast. She let go of me and I groaned, wanting the feel of her back on me. She slunk to the floor before the bed and licked the head of my cock. My head went back.

 

“Fucking hell, Evie, your mouth—”

 

She giggled between my knees, then took the base of my cock in her hand so that it was easier for her to get a hold of me. She guided me into her mouth and started bobbing her pretty little head, moaning and slurping around me. My cock jumped in her mouth and I put my hand on her head, guiding her to take all of me until I was in her throat. She was so tight and wet, I couldn’t help but buck into her like I was fucking her. That’s how I liked getting head. Raw and hard.

 

“Yeah. Fuck. Suck my cock, Evie.”

 

Her nails dug into my thighs and she did just that, sucking me off like it was the only thing that she ever wanted to do, forever. She moaned and groaned, and I swear I heard her whine, too. Fuck, that was hot. Goddamn—

 

“Ah, shit!”

 

I jerked hard in her mouth, cumming down her throat. I kept her bobbing on my cock, though, so she could slurp all of me down and suck. It felt good and I stayed hard in her mouth, pulsing against the soft drag of her teeth on me and her tongue licking over my length. Eventually, she pulled off, flicking her tongue over the head of my cock. She eyed it, her head tilted. She ran her fingers over it as if she were marveling.

 

“You’re still hard.”

 

“That’s surprising to you?”

 

She smirked up at me.

 

“No. Just means that I don’t have to wait long for the next bit of what I want to do to you.”

 

I raised my brow as she stood up. I watched her as she tugged my pants all the rest of the way down, taking my shoes with them. She nodded back, telling me to slide further up on the bed. I bit my lip as I did and she started sliding her pants down. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and I could see her glistening between her thighs already.

 

I thought she was gonna hop on me right then, but she slid her hand low, slipping it between her lower lips. She moaned as she touched herself in front of me, and I watched. My cock ached, wishing it was inside her, but I was patient.

 

“That feel good, huh?” I asked her. I took my cock in hand, stroking slowly, just to ease some of the tension.

 

She nodded. I saw a finger slip inside her as her thumb pressed over her clit. Her thighs trembled.

 

“You want to sit on my cock?”

 

She bit her lip and nodded.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“You wanna fuck yourself on me?”

 

“Yeah … yeah that’s what I want.”

 

I curled a finger.

 

“Come on. I wanna be inside you. Cum in you. I’ve wanted you all night.”

 

Her fingers slipped from inside her and she walked over to me, crawling on the bed. I laid back as she situated herself over me. She took my cock in her hand and looked me in the eye as she slid her wet, little pussy lips over me. She was so hot—I arched, trying to slip inside, but she raised her hips out of my way.

 

“I said I wanted to fuck myself on you,” she said. “Lay back and enjoy the ride, T.”

 

She’d never called me T before. That was a nickname for me among the people here—my friends. But it made me bite my lip as she did so; it was like she was accepting that she was one of us. I put my hands on her hips as she went back to grinding up on me without letting me inside her, but this time, I let her do as she pleased. Work me up by teasing—work herself up by sliding the head of my cock over her pussy. I was clenching my teeth and growling by the time she let the head actually slip inside her, and tossed my head back when she lowered herself.

 

“Fuck, Evie, you feel good.”

 

She didn’t answer. She only moaned in response and she started doing just what she said she was going to do—fuck herself on me. she raised and lowered and swiveled her hips and I let her do as she pleased, getting all tight and hot around my cock. It started a little easy; she needed time to adjust but it was only a little before she was bucking on me and grinding down, her breasts moving with her, undulating. I let her take control and watched her, grabbing her tits in my hand to hold.

 

Her head tossed back.

 

“Ah! Tony. Fuck!”

 

“Just like that. Faster, baby. Bounce for me.”

 

She moaned, louder and louder. I swear she was screaming my name. Harder and harder until she was whining and cumming, and I was shoving myself up into her throbbing pussy, following right on behind her.

 

She collapsed onto my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her, remaining inside her. It was a feeling that I was starting to get used to. She was velvet soft, liquid warmth, and all that shit that could get you addicted to a pussy. To a woman.

 

I brushed my fingers through her hair. Sex with her was addictive and wild. She was addictive and wild.

 

“You’re gonna get me hooked on you, you know.”

 

“Isn’t that the point?” she said with a little laugh.

 

“Hmm. Probably.” I kissed her head and rolled us over. I slid in and out of her, easing between her folds. She arched against me.

 

“Again? Already?”

 

“As many times as you can take, baby.”

 

# # #

 

A man sat across from the diner in a black sedan. The windows were up, tinted. No one could see in, but he could see out, and that was the point. He kept his eyes trained on a couple—a pretty, pregnant blonde and her tan-skinned beau. They’d been going at this for about three months, and the man had been following and watching them for those three months.

 

It was boring as shit, truth be told. Sometimes he’d get some good eyefuls—when the couple would get frisky in the car or he had a good shot into a window of one of their rooms at that big-ass complex that they were hiding out in. The girl had a nice set of tits on her. They seemed to get bigger and bigger every damn day, probably because of her pregnancy. She was gonna be as big as a house, eventually. Maybe her tits would be just as big if he was lucky.

 

So far, though, they weren’t doing anything that would show off her tits. All they were doing was eating together and laughing. Sickening and boring.

 

Time ticked on and the man in the sedan snapped a few pictures that showed the two of them together. Kissing. Flirting. Whatever the hell young lovebirds did. When the couple got up to leave and the man noticed that they weren’t going in the direction of the compound, the man decided then was as good a time as ever to call the week to a close and take his newest pictures to his employer.

 

The drive was fast. He knew his way along the back roads by now, and he didn’t meet his employer at the main part of the compound; he pulled up into the front of the Esposito safe house and saw Geno Esposito waiting for him.

 

It was a curious thing, the fact that Geno was having him spy on his own son and the girl that was carrying his son’s child. Maybe he wanted leverage. Or maybe it was to make sure that she wasn’t about to go off and tell her daddy things—because, oh. The man knew exactly who the pretty, little blonde was and was paid handsomely to keep that information to himself. On top of the pictures, of course. He had a house and family to feed.

 

The man smirked up at Geno, who returned nothing of the same sentiment to him. Grumpy, old bastard, Geno.

 

“You’re late,” Geno said. The man shrugged, reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out the manila folder he’d slid the newest pictures into.

 

“They had an extended lunch, doing all sorts of boring, couple things.”

 

“I imagine you appreciate it more when your assignment falls sometime during the night.”

 

“Have I commented on the girl’s tits enough for you to pick that up, then?”

 

“Enough.”

 

Always one to try and be straight to the point.

 

“Fine, fine. You have my cut?”

 

Geno was the one this time that reached into his jacket pocket. The folder he pulled out was fatter. The man smirked as they exchanged the folders.

 

“Always nice doing business with you, Geno.”