Ryder: Hitman Mafia Romance (6 page)

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Ryder thought he was doing a good job at avoiding and ignoring Pia. It made it easier that she was also not paying attention to him. But today had been different. After weeks of checking her out from a distance, watching her tiny body and imaging the way he’d put his hands all over her, they’d had that little…whatever it was in her back room.

He’d come close to kissing her again. But then he’d come close to doing a lot more, too. He felt so out of control. Why did she do this to him? He really needed this assignment to end so he could get on with his life. This whole not sleeping thing, not being able to think about anything but her, was getting really old.

That night, as he kept replaying their encounter over and over, he ate quickly in the kitchen. The family ate in the dining room, of course. But the help ate out of sight. He wanted to get back upstairs to his room so he could watch her on the camera and maybe jerk off while looking at her. That had become his main staple lately. Watching her on video and masturbating to her fantasy. If he could never have her, then he’d do this at least. He had no other choice.

He took a bite of his burger and chewed. As soon as he’d finished, he ran upstairs. He sat in front of the monitors. She was just finishing dinner. She took tiny bites of a large piece of chicken covered in some sauce. Half of her meal sat on her plate when she got up to leave the room. Was she done already?

He watched as she walked up the stairs and went into her room, where he could no longer see her. He pulled up some other videos. Clips he’d copied from other times that he liked to rewatch. He turned to one of her talking with her father in the entryway.

There was nothing particularly special about this clip. He’d taken the audio out because it was so boring and mundane. But in this clip, she was wearing a tight-fitting top. Cleavage stuck out from the top and the round curve of her breasts sat perfectly underneath. He could even see her nipples poking out. He remembered the feel of them in his hands. Soft and warm and how her nipples responded to his touch.

He took his hard cock out and began stroking it. Just before he was ready to finish, a loud shriek came from her room. He jumped up, yanked his pants into place, and rushed out the door.

He pulled her door open. She wasn’t in the room. But she hadn’t left. He’d been watching. The light was on in the bathroom.

He ran toward the door, pushed it open, and dashed in the room, hands up, ready to fight. He looked around, but saw no attacker.

Instead, there was Pia, standing in her tub. Water still sat in the tub, gentle steam curling up from it. The steam had frosted the large mirror over the sink. The tile floor looked slick with the residue. The rug beside her tub was soft and fluffy, waiting for her wet feet. She’d put a fluffy pink towel on the small silver stand beside the tub.

Her long blonde locks were piled high on top of her head. And she wasn’t wearing a single thing. Her naked skin glimmered, the water catching the light. She faced away from him.

He let his gaze fall down her. The gentle curve of her neck as it led into her shoulders. Her shoulder blades, perfectly shaped, surrounding her smooth back. Then her ass, round and full. He had to quickly look away from that ass. Water ran down her legs and dripped into the tub. His eyes went back to the perfect circles of her butt.

He was still hard from watching the video, but this was real life, right in front of him. Flesh, so close to his hand. He could just reach out and touch it. He wanted to smack it, to squeeze it, to bite it. To rub his dick all over it and between the soft folds of her cheeks. Was she into anal? If it was done right, girls went ape for that shit. And he knew how to do it just right. He could fill her completely. Front and back and mouth.

He imagined the sensation of her wet mouth, her tight pussy, her tighter ass. He swallowed hard. He might pass out right there from lack of blood. It was all rushing to his groin, making his cock throb. He shifted his hips, and his stiffness rubbed against his shorts. It was almost enough to send him over the edge, he was that close just looking at her.

He swallowed hard again. He’d taken too long to say anything and she had screamed. “Why did you scream?” he asked, his voice close to shaking.

She turned her head over her shoulder to look at him. “Oh, umm, did you hear that?”

“Yes. It is my job, you know. Just because I can’t follow you in here doesn’t mean I’m not always listening. What’s wrong?”

“Well…” She looked down, sheepish. “I saw a spider.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “A spider.”

“Yes. I’m sorry, it just startled me. I’m afraid of them.”

“Where is it now?”

“It went down the drain. It fell into the water and I jumped up and pulled the plug. It went right down, and I put the plug back in to make sure it stayed down. But now I can’t pull the plug to let the rest of the water out or it might come back out.”

He sighed. “It won’t. The force of the water going down the drain will wash it farther away.”

“You can’t know that.”

“I do, actually. I know you think I’m stupid, but I did graduate from high school.”

“Can you…?” She bit her lip and gave him a pleading look.

No, she could not make that face at him. He’d do anything for her if she made that face, and he would not let her have that kind of power over him. No, no. He had to stay in control. Had to hold it together or he’d lose himself completely. He’d also lose his job, he reminded himself. He could never forget who she was and that if he got anywhere near her with his dick, he’d lose his dick and his life.

“Can you pull the plug and make sure?” she asked.

His mouth pulled into a crooked smile. Walk over there, so close to her naked body, and pull the plug? Sure, why not. At least then he’d get a nice view of her front. That was what he really wanted to see anyway. Her full breasts, glistening, and her hard nipples at their center. Her damp bush between her thighs. It had to be the same blonde as her hair. That light, almost white blonde. Did she keep it trimmed, or was it thick and full? Either way, he’d love to stick his tongue in it and eat her out.

He walked slowly to the tub. He didn’t look at first. He bent down, pulled the plug, watched the water go down for a minute, then turned as he stood up.

Oh, what a mistake. Her breasts were even rounder and perkier than he’d imagined. Her nipples were so erect, the circles around them wrinkled dark against her ivory skin. Her flat stomach glittered at the belly button, where a small gem stone sat embedded in her skin. And there was the part of her he wanted most. She was trimmed. Not shaved bare, which he liked, too, but trimmed neat and close. Just a nice covering of light hair. The color was so light, he could see her lips beneath it. Waiting for his touch, his tongue, his cock.

He met her eyes and couldn’t even bring himself to swallow.

Pia watched Ryder watching her. His eyes traveled up and down her body and enjoyed what he saw. It was obvious in his expression. She glanced down at his crotch and saw that he was already hard. She didn’t move to cover herself or hide anything. She let him look as long as he liked. And she liked the look of him looking.

It was wrong to let him see her like this, right there in the house. Had anyone else heard her scream? She was playing with fire now. By standing here, knowing he was seeing her and letting him, she was telling him that she wanted him. This was dangerous territory. If she didn’t want to sleep with him, this was a huge mistake. It felt like a turning point, like there was no going back.

The water drained out of the tub, making a trickling sound as it went. Now that the spider was gone, she could concentrate on him. She pulled out the band holding her hair up. It probably looked ridiculous piled on her head like she had it. Her long waves spilled down her back and caressed her shoulders. She shook it out, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

Then she stepped out of the tub, turned her back to him, pausing to look back at him over her shoulder, and bent over to pick up her towel. She heard him make a moaning, growling sound and then felt his hands on her.

He grabbed her hips and pressed her against his stiff crotch. She dropped the towel and spun to face him. He looked at her intensely for one long beat, then they came together, lips smashed against each other.

It felt like ages since she’d kissed him or anyone. But now that she was, it felt like she never needed to do anything else in her life except kiss him. She could die right now and be okay with it.

Oh, but she wanted more. She wanted him. All of him. His hands ran all over her. He didn’t hesitate, and he didn’t stop for permission. He cupped her breasts, rubbing and pinching her nipples. He ran his fingertips over her stomach and down between her thighs. He slid them in between her wet lips and slipped a finger inside her.

She let out a cry and he pulled back his finger in a rush. She was in the air, over his shoulder. He smacked her ass as she flailed. Then she realized that she was looking at his ass. She paid him back, smacking him with all her might. He gave her a short moan before tossing her onto the bed.

“I can’t take it any longer,” he said, climbing on top of her. “I must have you.”

“My father will kill you.”

“I’ll take the chance.”

He yanked his shirt over his head, wiggled off his shoes, and out of his pants in seconds. He shoved down his boxers and hopped into place on top of her.

“I hope you like it rough,” he said. “Because I am going to give you the fucking of a lifetime.”

She gulped. She’d never done it rough before. All her other lovers had been soft and gentle. She had no idea what to expect.

He pressed her knees apart, rubbed his fingers over her clit, then lowered himself over her.

“Wait, Ryder, I—”

Before she could tell him to be careful and go slow, she felt him. His cock was huge, almost too big. He thrust inside her fully with one hard motion.

She let out a gasp. The little shock of pain that came with his entrance eased as he moved in and out of her. She’d had no time to work up to this, no time to build up and settle in. He was already pounding in her.

He was moving so fast. His cock went deeper and deeper inside her, like he was trying to rip through her from the inside. She cried out, partly in pain, but mostly in pleasure.

“Tell me you love it,” he said.

“Yes,” she said. Her cheeks felt warm and she felt silly saying anything. She wasn’t used to talking during sex. Or making any noise.

He lifted her leg high in the air and set her foot on his shoulder. He slammed his body against her. In this position, he went even deeper. But she was so wet, he slid back and forth with no effort.

She wasn’t used to this speed or hardness. Her head spun. She couldn’t stand the waves of pleasure flooding over her. She dug her fingers into his back, into her hair. She whimpered with it.

“How much do you love my cock?”

“A lot.”

“Tell me.”

She closed her eyes and gulped.

“If you can’t say it, I’m going to have to punish you.”

She looked at him, a little scared. What did he mean?

“Okay then.”

He pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her stomach like she was a rag doll. He yanked her hips up in the air and he was inside her again. He smacked her ass and she cried out. Then he reached his hand into her hair and pulled until she whimpered in pain. He tugged her hair and thrust into her harder. Her ass slapped against his hips with loud smacking noises.

“You’d better come for me,” he said.

He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles, harder and harder until she felt it creeping in.

“Are you going to come?”

“Soon,” she said.

He thrust into her harder and rubbed her clit until she thought it would come loose. But then, when she thought it was hurting too much and she almost told him to stop, the orgasm broke over her, making her tremble and tighten around his cock.

He moaned loudly and went even faster. She came harder than she ever had before and when it ended, she collapsed to the bed, shaking.

Tears streamed down her face. The emotion was too much for her. Ryder lay beside her, and looked over at her.

“Are you crying?” he asked in horror.

She wiped her eyes and nodded.

“Why? Did I hurt you?”

“A little, but it’s not that.”

She curled into him, her head resting on his arm. She just wanted him to hold her, but he seemed distant or hesitant or both. He kept his other arm at his side.

“What, then?” he asked.

“I’ve never had it like that before. So hard and rough. I was scared, and it did hurt a little, but in a good way, you know? And I just…I never knew it could be like that. It never felt so good.”

“Wait a sec.” He pushed her shoulder back gently to look her in the eye. “You’re crying because it felt so good?”

She covered her face with her hands. “Yes.”

He laughed and kissed her shoulder. Then he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. His sticky body was hot against hers, comforting her. He kissed along her arm and back. The feeling of his strong arm around her, his lips on her, filled her with joy.

“God, you freaked me out. I thought I hurt you or you regretted it or something.”

“No, not at all. It was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He murmured appreciation. “You sure about that?”

“Yes.”

“I think you’re lying.”

She looked up at him and shook her head. “No, I swear.”

He shook his head slowly. “Nope. I don’t think you’ve even had the best sex of your life yet.”

He reached between her legs and stroked her. She flinched at his touch.

“Are you sore?” he asked.

She nodded. He licked his fingers before touching her again, softly and slowly. He stroked her clit, making her wet again. The new wetness flooding her soothed her insides and made her hot again.

Her back was to him and he took full advantage. He raised her leg and moved it backward, resting it over his. Now he had greater access to touch her. He slipped his finger in and out, then added a second finger.

“You drive me mad,” he said. “I’m never going to stop wanting you.”

He pressed his hard dick against her. It was like he’d never even come; he was still hard as a rock. He pinched her nipples, making her pussy tighten in anticipation. She wanted him again. But would it hurt worse? She’d never had sex more than once in a single night.

He rubbed the tip of his cock against her, making it wet and slippery. He rubbed against her clit first, sending waves of pleasure through her, then he slipped just the tip inside her.

“How does that feel?”

“Good,” she said.

He moved slowly, pushing in deeper and deeper with each thrust. But this was gentler, more like what she was used to. He slipped in and out of her, rubbing her clit the whole time, slowly and less forceful.

It felt good, but not like the first time. She wanted him to do it hard again. So what if it hurt a little? That only added to the pleasure.

She made a decision, not knowing how this would turn out. She scooted her hips away, forcing him to slide out of her.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She wasn’t strong enough to move him, but when she pushed on his shoulder, he understood what she wanted. He lay flat on his back, and she climbed on top of him. He grinned at her.

“Even better.”

She positioned herself over top of him, feeling somewhat awkward. She’d never done this position before, and she wasn’t too sure of herself. She hovered over him, took hold of his hard dick, and slid down onto it.

This position took him deep inside her, like she wanted. She leaned down, moving her hips up and down on him, sending him deep then shallow. She moved faster. He grabbed her hips and slammed her down hard so he could go even deeper.

“You feel so good,” he said. “I want to fuck you all night.”

She leaned down and bit his ear. “Your cock feels good.”

He moaned. “Yes. Talk like that to me.”

“I love your cock.” It seemed to get easier to say things like that every time she did.

“You’re going to make me explode.” He stuck his pinky in his mouth and pulled it out with a popping sound. “I’m guessing you never tried this.”

“Tried what?”

He winked at her, then she felt his finger pressing against her ass. She flinched, surprised by his touch.

“Relax,” he said. “It’ll feel good, I swear.”

Her heart raced faster in nervousness as he pressed his finger slowly inside her ass. When it was fully in, she had to admit, the sensation was unreal. Her head spun and with his next thrust into her, she came all over him. It was almost instantaneous when he slid his finger in deeper.

She cried out as she came, and her arms gave out. He slowly pulled out his finger and wrapped her tight.

“Told you,” he said.

“Yeah,” she breathed.

He kissed her forehead. “Mind doing me a favor?”

“What?”

“Finish me off.”

She smiled. Blow jobs were one thing she had experience with and she thought she was fairly decent at. She slid down until her mouth was at his cock.

She tasted her own juices as she slid her mouth down over him. He moaned and put his hand on her head. She licked and sucked on him as she moved up and down his shaft, gripping the base of his dick in her hand.

After a few minutes, he moaned again and dug his fingers into her hair. He pulled her head back just in time for her to see him explode.

She got up and brought him a towel to wipe off. Then she climbed back into bed beside him and nestled into his arms.