Danny
The more Sara told him, the more upset Danny got. His chest tightened up, his eyes became narrower, his blood boiled at a faster pace.
He didn't know why her story was affecting him the way it did. It shouldn't have, that was for damn sure. After all, this was about fucking and making a baby, not about being in a goddamn relationship. But, even though his head was saying he shouldn't be getting this upset, the rest of him was screaming for blood.
Another knock came at the door. Sara stopped mid-sentence, her gaze swiveling towards the front entrance. “I think that might be him,” she whispered. “Please, just let me handle this.”
“Fuck no,” Danny grumbled. “I'll do this.”
“I'm not your girlfriend, Danny Reynolds,” she said as she got up and crossed to the door. There wasn't anything mean about the way she said. It was just a statement of fact.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. “Hi Martin,” she said as she opened the door a crack. “Saw your note just now. Nice of you to stop by . . . again. And so soon.”
Danny ground his teeth together. She shouldn't have to be dealing with this motherfucker. It should have been him doing the talking.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Martin said, his voice nasal and whiny. “Glad you got it, kiddo. Let it serve as your notice, okay? I want you caught up by the end of the week, or you got two choices. You can be out on yer ass, alone. Or you can be on yer back, with a partner.”
Danny stood up and started to pace. His hands were fists at his side. Fuck this guy. Fuck him and his stupid fucking rent. And fuck him for threatening to take back-rent in sex. Sara wasn't his ol' lady, but Danny would be damned if some sniveling piece of shit like this was going to take advantage of her or anyone else.
But, especially not Sara. Not the future mother of his child.
“What?” Sara asked, raising her voice. “Look, I paid you what you wanted, didn't I? I put off my other bills, so I could get caught up with -”
He cut her off with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Nah, I changed my mind, alright? Landlords are like women, got it? It's our prerogative to change our minds. I need the money by the end of the week, kiddo.”
That was it. That was enough for Danny. He crossed to the door in two big steps, ripped it out of Sara's hand and threw it open.
The door bounced off the drywall with a loud thunk as Sara and Martin both stepped back. Only Martin had a surprised look of terror on his face.
Danny was on him like a rabid dog. “You listen to me, you white trash cocksucking son-of-a-fucking-bitch,” he yelled as he grabbed Martin by the collar of his sleazy wife-beater and slammed him against the neighbor's front door.
Martin threw his hands up defensively, tried to shield his face.
Danny shook him like a pitbull shaking a rat, thumping his head back against the apartment door. “You leave Sara alone, you hear me? Her rent's fucking paid as of now! You're messing with the Fallen Knights!”
“O-o-o-okay,” Martin stuttered out, his hands still up in front of his face.
Danny gave him another shake. “We take care of our own, you shifty fuckface. You come near her again, you even fucking think of her, me and my crew will come down on you like a ton of pissed-off bricks.”
“Y-y-yes, I got it.”
Danny grinned into his face, into the terror there. “Yes what?”
“Sir? Yes sir?”
“Give me your wallet, Martin.”
“Wh-what? Why? You going to rob me?”
He shook the landlord again. “Give me your fucking wallet.”
Martin reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He held it up for him to take.
“Let me see your ID.”
Martin flipped it open with his shaky hands and held it so Danny could glance down and see it.
“3522 Culver Dr., huh?”
The landlord nodded.
“Nice place over there,” Danny growled. “Ms. Kowalski still live down at the end of the block?”
He nodded again, realization dawning in his eyes. “You know where I live?”
“I do now, Martin,” Danny said with a wicked, sadistic grin. “You come within twenty feet of Sara, I'll make sure you understand the meaning of pain. The deep, philosophical meaning of it. You get me?” He shook the man again, just to impress his point a little further.
“Y-y-yes,” Martin stammered out.
Danny sniffed the air. What was that smell? He looked down at the wet spot that had formed at the front of Martin's jeans. He looked up knowingly and caught Martin's eye. “I think I've made myself clear.”
The landlord nodded fiercely. “Yes. Yes, you have.”
“Good,” Danny said and released him. “Now. Fuck. Off.”
Martin scrabbled away from him, in his hurry knocking himself all over the neighbor's wall. Still looking back at Danny in wide-eyed fear, he slipped on the concrete, but caught himself and came up running.
Danny hollered after him. “Say hi to Ms. Kowalski for me!” He watched him hop in his old, beat-up truck and pull away with a screech of burnt rubber.
When he was gone, Danny turned his attention back to Sara's apartment. He walked back through the open door and shut it behind him. A wave of satisfaction washed over him. At least there were some problems he could manage to solve.
Sara was standing there, shock and surprise on her face.
He scratched the back of his head, wondering if he'd maybe overdone it a little bit. Sometimes, though, you had to act that way to protect your own, to keep them safe. He hoped he hadn't scared her too badly.
“Look,” he said, as she came up to him, “I'm sor-”
She cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips. “Shut up.”
“I -” Danny started.
“I said shut up.” She grabbed him by the hand and led him back into her room. She turned to him as she brought him to a halt beside the bed. “I want to thank you.”
“Oh,” Danny said. “You -”
But, she was already down on her knees in front of him, unbuckling his jeans and tugging at the zipper.
He let her drag his jeans and underwear down to his knees. He looked down at her, her perfect heart-shaped face, as she gazed longingly up at him. He was already twitching to life.
She looked down at his cock, took it in her hand, then looked back up at him and kissed the tip softly. She snaked her tongue out and swirled it around the head, wetting it, then took it into her mouth.
Danny's eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation. He wondered why they hadn't been doing this the whole time. He could feel himself coming to full attention already.
Sara stroked him as he hardened in her hand, and continued her swirling tongue bath. After a moment, she withdrew her lips and pressed them to the underside, groaning as she began to stroke him with her mouth.
His hands wandered down to her hair. Most girls that gave him head, they wanted him to grab hold and take charge. Some even begged for it. He didn't want to with Sara, though. She knew what she was doing, and he wanted her to pleasure him the way she was comfortable. So, instead, he just stroked her hair.
Done teasing him to full length, she took him into her mouth. Danny moaned as she enveloped him in her wet warmth, as her tongue circled around his cock and her teeth gently grazed over his skin. He'd thought she was all prim and proper, before. Now, as she took care of him so expertly and eagerly, he wasn't sure.
She would draw him all the way in, then pull him all the way out. Each time she moved forward, she'd force the tip of his cock to part her velvety smooth lips.
His knees felt weak each time, as pleasure shot up from his toes to the tips of his fingers.
She took his cock from her mouth and replaced it with her hand. She stroked up and down as she angled him in such a way that she could get to his balls. She sucked first one, then the other, into her mouth, tonguing him all over.
He groaned and moved his hips with each of her strokes. It had been so long since he'd had a blow job this good, he couldn't even remember who it had been from. Already, he could feel his cum building.
“Are you close?” she asked just before she started to lick up the underside of his shaft like a popsickle.
“Uh-huh,” Danny grunted.
She took him back into her mouth and, with her eyes back on his, began to bob her head up and down his shaft.
He reached down, caressed her cheek with his thumb. She looked so beautiful down there on her knees, her eyes so full of longing. He'd never been with a woman like this before. So strong, but with such a strange past. Then, it happened. He couldn't control his hips anymore and let out a low groan.
She took all of him in her mouth, sucking gently and swallowing with each load. When he was finished cumming in her mouth, she stood, daintily wiping a bit from her sultry, smiling lips.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” he groaned as all the tension drained from his body. He'd never had a partner like her before. Never.
“Don't thank me yet,” she said, smiling as she reached up and began to unbutton her top, “cause we're not done.”