Chase

 

Her dripping wet pussy gripped my cock as I pounded into her. I let go of her hip and smacked the tanned ass staring me in the face.

“Oh God!” she shouted.

I rooted myself in her cunt and smacked her again making a deep moan come from her throat. I leaned over her back and reached for her right arm, which was holding her up. My other hand pressed the middle of her back.

“Down,” I demanded and she obeyed, the top half of her body now on the bed as she kept her ass tipped up. Grabbing her other arm, I waited for her to protest as I made my thrusts slow and measured. She didn’t, so I continued and held her wrists at the small of her back with one hand.

Her back rose and fell with deep breaths as she said nothing, but from what I could see of the side of her face, she was enjoying it. I reared back and drove deep into her, causing her to scream.

I stilled and she tilted her head to look at me. “Again,” she whispered.

“Again what?” I returned.

“Please, please fuck me hard,” she pleaded, then closed her eyes. 

I didn’t need any more confirmation. I pulled out of her pussy so just the tip was at her entrance. Standing firmly at the edge of the bed, I yanked her wrists, causing my cock to impale her in one shot.

“Yes,” she groaned.

I kept it up and on the third time she began to fuck herself, her ass slamming against my hips as she fucked my cock. I bent and took one of her nipples between my finger and thumb and rolled it. Her cunt convulsed around my cock and her momentum became erratic. She started to squirm against my hold, but I didn’t budge. I squeezed her nipple hard.

“Holy fuck,” she bellowed, the sound reverberating through the sparsely decorated hotel room.

Her pussy milked my cock and I took over, fucking her roughly, closing my eyes and seeing the face that kept haunting my mind, gritting my teeth through my release.

Letting her wrists go, I stepped back and made quick work of removing the condom, just tucking myself back into my jeans when she rolled onto her side.

“That was freaking amazing,” she panted.

I smiled and made my way to the bathroom where I chucked the condom into the garbage. Once I walked back into the room, she spoke.

“Since I just met you in a hotel bar, asking for your number would be stupid. So, here’s mine.” She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the small pad of paper and pen that were compliments of the hotel.

I watched her scribble on the pad and as she leaned up to hand it to me she said, “If you’re ever in the area again, please don’t hesitate to call.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that,” I told her, taking the paper from her. I moved to the door, grabbed the handle, and turned to face the naked woman I’d just fucked. “Sleep well.”

She grinned from ear to ear. “Oh, I will, thanks to you.”

I nodded and walked out the door. At the end of the hall I hit the Up button on the wall.  Before stepping into the elevator, I threw the small paper I held in my hand into the trash.

 

****

 

I woke to the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Wiping my eyes, I reached for it and saw Lane calling lighting the screen.

“Hey,” I grumbled.

“What the fuck, man? I waited for your call last night. You can’t send a fucking text like that and—”

“Lane?” I called, cutting him off.

“Yeah?” he returned quickly.

I chuckled. “Calm the fuck down, man.” He sighed and I spoke again. “Damn, are you always on edge first thing in the fucking morning?”

“Got a lot of my mind,” he said quietly.

I sat up in bed, my attention solely focused on his words. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Maybe another time,” he muttered, and went on, “So, what’s going on? Where were you last night?”

“Fucking some woman I met in the hotel bar.”

“Hotel bar?” he asked, perplexed.

I shifted out of bed and made my way to the suite’s small kitchen. “I’m in Texas for a case I’m working on,” I told him while I put the little cup in the coffeemaker and hit Brew.

“Fuck, what the hell kinda case are you working that had you flying all the way to Texas?” he asked curiously.

Walking back into the bedroom, I took a piss, grabbed my smokes and gave him a little info. “A woman who thinks her husband is having an affair.” I snatched the smokes from my bag and went back to retrieve the freshly brewed cup of coffee.

“I didn’t know you worked cases like that,” Lane said and then shouted, “Stupid fuck, move your damn car!”

I heard him sigh and asked, “On your way to a job?”

“Yeah, I’m just about there, but you get those slow bastards on these side streets,” he bit out, frustrated.

“You’re the boss now, can’t you just stay at home yet and give out orders?” I chuckled.

Lane chuckled. “Fuck, I’m hoping soon I can. I knew starting my own construction business was going to take up most of my time but I’m getting worn the fuck out. Plus, I started doing some sponsoring too, you know, for advertising and good word of mouth.”

“No shit,” I replied and made my way out onto the tiny balcony.

“Yeah, I figure getting LC Construction’s name out there around town would be good. So, I started sponsoring Brighten High School’s football team, and since that started business has picked up.”

“Fuck, man, that’s great,” I told him and lit a cigarette.

“Hold on,” he said and I listened. “Tommy, round the guys up in twenty minutes for a meeting, yeah?” I heard a muffled voice, who I figured was Tommy, and then Lane said, “Okay, now what the hell is going on with you that you’re smoking so fucking early in the morning?”

“How’d you know?” I returned.

He chuckled. “I heard the lighter, man.”

At his acknowledgement, I began to tell him bits and pieces about Naomi and what her case consisted of. I didn’t reveal the feelings I was having; I thought that would be more information than needed. Not to mention, I’d never shared that shit in the past so it would have been odd for me to do it now. Although, it would be nice to hear what his thoughts on it were. I asked him for the help I needed and he was on board with the plan. 

After hanging up, I took a quick shower and went to work. Braydon had a lot more up his sleeve than Naomi suspected, and it was time to find out what the fucker was up to.

 

****

 

 

“There’s a fully-equipped bathroom in the room that you’ll be in. You may undress in there; removing undergarments is not required but is greatly recommended. You may use the robe provided that’s hanging on the back of the door—”

“It’s a clean fucking robe, right?” I asked, cutting off the petite woman I was following down a long hall that held multiple doors.

She abruptly stopped, turned to face me and replied, clearly insulted, “Of course, Mr. Wells.”

I nodded and we began to walk down the extended corridor to the last door on the left. She opened it and the strong smell of lavender assaulted my nose.

The woman waved her hand for me to enter into the room and said, “Rene will be with you shortly.”

I passed over the threshold and turned. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Enjoy,” she returned tersely, then shut the door behind me.

I took in the medium-sized room and was slightly impressed. The décor was modest with muted purples and browns and small speakers hung from each corner of the room, playing ocean sounds.

I’d been in numerous massage parlors all over the world while I was in the Marines. They’d been “happy ending” places, but this one was not giving me that vibe, which surprised me. Rene Hardy had just turned twenty-one and from the pictures I’d seen of her, I’d definitely expected to be walking into a cheap massage parlor. One that was dimly lit with red bulbs, had old stained velvet couches littering the waiting area and shady people milling about. Yes, that may sound clichéd, but places like that do exist. I’ve seen them firsthand.

The thought of putting the robe on and getting the massage floated through my brain. It would allow me to see what all the rave was about on getting a professional massage. But if a girl’s hands were going to rub all over my body, it sure as fuck had better end with me shooting my load.

So on that thought I exited the bathroom fully dressed and sat in the chair waiting for Rene. I pulled my cell from my back pocket and brought up Naomi’s texts. It was a stupid pussy move on my part to make sure a text from her hadn’t come in and by some strange chance I’d missed it. I tapped at the screen, Hey, No, how’s it going?

I brought up my email and looked over the mail that said invoices were paid which had me checking my bank accounts next. It was when I was scrolling through the bank transactions that my cell vibrated in my hand.

Naomi: No? And don’t you have someone else you can bother? Wait, didn’t I fire you?

A small smile played on my lips as I typed back, No is your new nickname as in short for Naomi. Plus, you’re at the top of my people to bother list. Fire me? Nope, don’t remember that.

I heard muted voices out in the hall and said a small prayer that no one would be entering the room yet.

Now you’re fuckin’ praying?

What the hell is wrong with you?

This isn’t how you work.

I ignored the battle in my head while I stared at my phone, waiting for her message to come through.

Naomi: I’m not sure how I feel about my nickname being NO! Aw, I feel so freaking special to be on the top of your list. Don’t you have work to do?

I started typing almost before I’d finished reading her text. I am working. You’ll grow to love your new nickname. And hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but getting on my “special” list is a whole other ball game.

I knew how girls like her worked and if I was correct, which 99 percent of the time I was, she was pounding the screen of her cell as she typed back.

Naomi: You know, you’re very annoying!

Chuckling at the screen and wishing we were having this conversation over the phone so I could hear the cute little irritation in her voice, I tapped out, I’m aware.

Not thirty seconds later….

Naomi: And quite possibly a male pig.

The voices outside the room had disappeared and I listened to see if there was any indication that a person might be outside the door. Once all was clear, I tapped the screen a few times and the ringing began.

“What?” Naomi said in greeting.

My lips curved up at the sass in her voice. “Well, hello to you too.”

I heard a sigh. “I think hello is long gone.”

“If you say so.” I chuckled. “How’s your morning going?”

And there it was, the cute annoyance I wanted to hear as she responded, “It was going quite well until your text message came in.”

I chuckled.

“I don’t find this one bit funny, Mr. Black,” she snapped. “And let me tell you, I was not happy with your be a good girl text yesterday either.” 

“It was a simple statement—”

She cut me off. “But I’m not a child, or a dog for that matter—”

I interrupted. “Never said you were, or never implied it, No.”

She huffed and the muted voices outside the door were back.

I dipped my voice to a deep whisper when I said, “Be a good girl for me, No.”

The door opened and I tapped End.

“Hello, Mr. Wells, I’m Rene and—” I looked as she began to speak and when her eyes met mine she stumbled. “I… I’ll thank you now for requesting me.”

“My pleasure,” I replied with a nod.

Her eyes slowly moved from my face and down my body as I stood. As they made their ascent, I put my hand out to her. “Mathew Wells.”

Rene moved a few steps toward me and extended hers. “Rene Hardy.”

The glint in her eyes as well as her body language said I could in no time have her bent over the massage table taking my cock. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to dip my dick in her pussy. I needed to move on before she possibly thought otherwise, since she was now grinning at me.

“I was told by Jimmy you could provide me with high-quality blow?” Once the name Jimmy fell from my lips, a frown twisting her dusky-pink lips was definitely an indication that she realized I had no other intentions with her.

She quickly looked to the door behind her, closing it lightly and then turned back to me. “Why would you come to my place of employment?” Her voice was quiet but laced with anger.

“I asked Jimmy where you worked and he gave me the information quite freely,” I told her.

Her head snapped back as she replied, “Did you ever think that maybe asking him for my number would have been better than showing at my place of employment to ask for some cocaine?”

“I don’t do calls,” I said strongly, staring directly into her eyes. “You got it or not? Because I’ll take my business—”

Rene cut me off. “No,” she snapped, and continued in a low voice, “I mean yes, I do have some.”

“Great,” I returned then sat back down in the chair. I stretched my legs out in front of me, crossed my booted ankles and did the same with my arms over my chest. “Now, Jimmy said something about a partner you have, Ross Smith.”

She rested her hip on the massage table and crossed her arms over the fakest tits I’d ever laid eyes on. Her sad interpretation of an intimidating stance made me want to chuckle, but I went with a small grin instead. Apparently, that grin told her more than it was intended to because she began telling me a lot. A lot more than I’d expected her to give me on our first meet.

Then again, Jimmy Cross hadn’t been too hard to pump for information either. I’d walked into the sleazy bar, pinpointed my fuck for the night, and located Jimmy. With all the research I’d done, I’d known Jimmy Cross would be the easiest to get to. Besides, his rap sheet and files had him pegged as a snitch.

Everything had been working out well, actually too well, which had my senses on high alert. I hadn’t even been in Dallas for forty-eight hours yet and I’d already gotten to Jimmy, a low-life druggy who liked to talk, plus I’d been invited to Rene and Ross’s for a party tonight. It was moving along fast. That was great because the way Jimmy and Rene spoke to me so easily, they’d be behind bars for dealing drugs in no time.

I ate lunch, went back to my room to work more on the case then took a nap. A twist in my gut followed me throughout. I could easily have this case wrapped up in no time, which would normally be fucking phenomenal, but that would also mean no reason for contact with Naomi.

 

****

 

Rolling over, my eyes hit the file which was spread out with the open laptop next to me. I reached out to shove the pictures and papers back into the manila folder. With the screen of the laptop open, I stared at the picture of Naomi that was pulled up. All the tones of her voice played in my head. The soft whispered one, which I’d liked a fucking lot and wanted to hear as she took my cock. Then the sassy tone, which had me wanting to put a stop to it as I took her mouth in preparation of her taking my cock. But there had also been the sweet voice she normally spoke in that I wanted to hear over a nice dinner, coffee in the morning, or simply watching her interact with other people.

Seriously, what the fuck was going on with me? I’d never thought about a woman the way I was thinking about her, as well as the unethical way I was handling her case. Normally, I wouldn’t have started anything until I’d met the client face-to-face then been paid, but she had me doing everything off the cuff.

I gazed into Naomi’s soft brown eyes and felt my cock twitch. My hand went to my jean-covered crotch and I gripped it. The rise of my dick filled my hand as my eyes never left her picture on the screen and my fingers quickly undid the button and zipper of my jeans. As I pulled them slightly down, my stiff cock sprang free. My hand wrapped tightly around my dick, I brought it up, did a little twist at the head that I felt in my balls, then back down. I kept this momentum up as I let my eyes take in the picture of Naomi in that white bikini.

My mouth started to water as they focused on her tits and I almost bit my tongue while thinking of having her nipple in my mouth. Closing my eyes and swallowing hard, I began to stroke faster, the visions of her in that pale pink nightshirt filling my head. The way her hands had gripped the counter as she squatted down during her little kitchen dance had me envisioning her lowering herself onto my cock. Her head falling back in pure ecstasy as I filled her. My hand worked harder now as I heard her soft voice saying my name. Opening my eyes and focusing on her lips, my hips jerked up and I began to roughly fuck my hand,

“Fuck,” I whispered as the thought of her mouth wrapped around my cock now ran into my brain.

In perfect sync I fucked my hand and jerked my cock. The sizzling sensation filled my balls and I closed my eyes again, imagining her on her knees, between my legs, as I fucked her mouth. My stomach muscles tensed as I felt the stream of come rise from my balls and up my dick.

“Fuckin’ hell,” I grated in a whisper as the first shot exploded out and onto my shirt.

My hand slowed as I milked the rest of the come from my sensitized cock and my breaths evened out. I looked up to the ceiling as what I’d just done burst into my mind. 

“What in the fuck?” I asked the pure white ceiling, as my dick began to go limp in my hand.

I swiftly let it go, lunged from the bed and moved to the bathroom where I stripped off my clothes. Walking into the shower, I turned the handle and felt the blast of cold before the water turned to scalding hot. With my face under the spray, I beat myself up over jerking off to a girl’s picture. That hadn’t happened since I was a fucking teenager.

What in the fuck!