The XXX Files Season Two (Episodes 5-8) (5 page)

“No,” Courtney yelled from somewhere far back in the apartment. Then, “This place is spotless. We should hire a janitor for home. It’s a lot messier since you moved in.”
 

Brad said, “That’s because you didn’t know how to have fun before I got there.”

Courtney surfaced from the back bedroom. “There’s nothing here, we should go.”
 

Brad ignored her. “Do you think being a janitor is an art or a craft?”

“Come on, I’m serious. Let’s get out of here.”
 

Brad walked past Courtney, and went back into Gellar’s bedroom even though Courtney had just cleared it, talking on his way.
 

“We really do owe the world’s janitors a giant thank you, you know. People take shits and make trash. It’s the janitors who clean it all up. If cleanliness is next to godliness, then we should be nicer to the people who keep us clean. Dealing with human waste has gotta be pretty goddamn humbling.”
 

Courtney followed Brad into the bedroom, then over to the closet. He opened the door and turned back to his partner.
 

“Would you want to handle used tampons?”
 

“What is it you’re hoping to find while endlessly rambling, Hammer?”
 

“That!” he cried, pointing to the closet floor.

“Dirty clothes?”
 

“Exactly,” Hammer said, so excited he was practically whistling through his teeth. “What’s wrong with you today, Courtney — are you on the slow train?”
 

She widened her eyes and turned to Brad.

And there it is.

She cried out, “We have our man!”
 

“Damn straight,” Brad agreed.
 

A man as fastidiously neat as Gellar wouldn’t leave his dirty clothes in a pile, unless he had to strip naked and hide when he heard a couple of federal agents were coming through his door.
 

Brad was about to yell,
olly-olly-oxen-free
but before he got to the first
olly
a cluster of air that seemed somehow more tightly bundled than the rest of the room’s molecules made a tiny ripple. The blur seemed suddenly taller — at least that’s what it looked like from just outside the closet — then it tore across the bedroom and into the hall.
 

“After him!” Courtney yelled.
 

Brad would have yelled,
No shit!
but was already after the blur and needed every bit of focus to make sure he didn’t lose him.
 

The agent gave chase, trusting his nose as he burst through the front door of Gellar’s apartment, then tore down the steps, following the scent of bleach and semen — the second smell stronger than the first.
 

The blur made it to a small lawn in front of the building, then was stupid enough to run across it, giving Brad a bull's-eye to leap for.
 

Brad jumped on the ghost jacker, sending what had to be Gellar hard to the grass as the agent rolled on top of him. He reached out for the jacker’s arm, intending to bend it behind his back, but realized as the arm throbbed in his hand — far too thin to belong to the fat janitor — that it was actually his engorged cock.
 

“What the fuck, dude?!” Brad cried, throwing the janitor back to the grass, then kicking him hard in what he hoped was his dick.
 

Though he couldn’t see it, Brad figured his foot must have hit its target since Gellar, if that’s who he was, curled himself into a tiny ball — it looked like a wide circle on the grass — and started weeping.
 

“Too bad you can’t turn your bitch tears invisible,” Brad growled.
 

The janitor cried louder.
 

Brad looked up and saw Courtney standing at the foot of the stairs. She said, “I’d like to say it looks like we caught our guy, but actually it just looks like you’re crazy and talking to yourself.”
 

“Just crazy in love,” Brad winked.

Courtney rolled her eyes.
 

Brad said, “Come on and help me with this asshole.”
 

“Should I just grab one side of the crying?”
 

“Works for me.” Brad leaned down, wrapped both hands around what he was almost positive was the guy’s arm, then pulled the asshole to his feet. “Watch out for his cock,” Brad warned her.
 

Courtney shook her head as they led the still invisible janitor toward their Lincoln. Brad asked, “How the hell did you turn invisible?”
 

“I’m not saying shit until I get my attorney,” the voice came from nowhere.

They reached the back of the Lincoln, and Brad slammed what he thought was Gellar’s face hard into the door.
 

“So sorry about that,” he said. “I didn’t see you.”
 

XXX

CHAPTER 6 — Brad Hammer

Though Courtney knew full well that Brad wanted to fuck her, and had since they left the house together that morning, she managed to keep her partner’s dick in his pants when they got home, wanting to share a beer and discuss their day first instead.
 

“Why are you making me wait?”
 

“Because good things come to those who do, and because waiting makes everything better.”
 

“Says you. I can get hard like five minutes after I cum now. Waiting is stupid. Can you at least take your shirt off while we talk?”
 

Courtney ignored him and asked if he had any ideas how Gellar had made himself invisible. Division might, but they weren’t saying if they did.
 

“If you like my theory, will you let me put stuff inside you, starting with my cock?”
 

“Sure, Hammer.”
 

“Are you ever going to stop calling me by my last name?”
 

“Maybe when it’s my last name, too. Now, do you have any answers?”
 

“I don’t know, maybe he was bending light somehow, or maybe it was some James Bond-style camouflage shit.”

Courtney said, “What if he wasn’t really invisible?”
 

“What? You did see me wrestle the blur, right? Sorry, but I was the one who was handing out invisible handjobs today. I’ll be tough to convince.”
 

“What if he wasn’t
actually
invisible? Think about it — there were no security cameras, right? Not in the locker room or anywhere else, maybe what we saw was only psychological. A trick.”
 

“What do you mean?”

“What if it was more like hypnosis than invisibility, mind over matter?” Courtney took a swig from her beer and waited for Brad to answer.
 

“I got it!” he said. “I know how it works.”

“Oh?”
 

“Yeah, totally. I can make stuff disappear. Watch.” Brad grinned, gently pulled Courtney’s bottle from her hand, then leaned over the couch and set it on the other side. “See, I just made your bottle disappear.”
 

Courtney laughed and looked over at the bottle. As she turned back to Brad he pressed his lips softly to hers and mumbled against her mouth.
 

“Now I’m making your silly thoughts about work disappear. See how that works?”
 

She started to say something like
I do
, but Brad pressed a finger to her lips, then lowered his head and kissed her along the outside of her leg where Courtney’s creamy skin met the bottom of her boxers.
 

“You made these disappear from my drawer,” he said.
 

Her tits rose and fell as her breath began to quicken, speeding up with every lick of Brad’s hot lips on her smooth skin. His fingers swept up the length of her inner thigh, drifting over her skin and drawing her into a flurry of gooseflesh.
 

He knew she wanted it slow, so Brad saved faster for next time, losing his jacket to the floor, then dropping his over- and undershirts on top of the jacket while she stripped to nothing herself.
 

He turned his attention to Courtney, unbuttoning her shirt with movements that were painfully slow for him but clearly a pleasure for her, kissing each section of her freshly exposed skin as he made his way to her waist, unbuttoned her shorts, slid his hand inside her damp panties, and ran a finger along her sticky crease.
 

Courtney moaned, and Brad knew he had won.
 

She slid Brad’s pants to his ankles, wrapped her soft hand around his hard cock, then pulled him closer to her. Their chests rose and fell in tandem, rocking with the rhythm of their shared movement. In seconds, Courtney’s first flush of hot juices were flowing between his fingers.
 

Brad moaned as Courtney’s hand tightened around his cock, and her muscles tightened through each fresh wave of pleasure.
 

His hands found her hard nipples, and he rolled them between his finger and thumb, shivers swallowed vibrations as her body prepared for another flush of shudders and cumming.

Brad stepped out from his slacks, then kicked them to the side as he hooked his fingers in the top of his boxers — on her ass — grabbing her panties at the same time then pulling them down together in a single swift motion.

He kneeled in front of her.
 

Courtney’s scent clouded his head as he splayed her slit with a pair of digits and started lapping at her sweet inner skin with his tongue. She screamed as pleasure shot through her from the wet of his tongue, through the throb of her body where it landed on her brain like the strike of a hammer.
 

Courtney pled through breathless sputters, begging for Brad to fuck her. After another six dragging laps from his tongue, he grabbed her ass in his strong hands and swept her from the couch and then onto the floor, positioning the tip of his hammer against the opening of her hole, now dripping with her sweet, inner juices.
 

“Why make me wait?” he asked. “You’re soaking wet!”
 

“It’s more fun this way,” she giggled.
 

Heat radiated from Courtney’s body as Brad entered her tight hole. He rocked her body back and forth, sending his pelvic bone smashing into her exposed clit, slowly at first, then almost immediately faster.

She tugged at her tits, squeezing pleasure through each of his strokes. Her eyes popped back open watching Brad as he slammed inside her. Her pussy tightened around his pipe-hard cock and bleached his control.
 

He didn’t have long, but then again they had all night.
 

Brad’s throbbing cock shot thick loads of spunk, spattering Courtney’s inner walls and sending her into the usual convulsions.
 

Only after the tenderness between them had passed did Brad finally relax enough to let the Red Breath drive him.
 

He thought of Mandy from that morning and the coed from that afternoon. Mostly, he thought of Willow.
 

Brad didn’t bother to pull out of her pussy, he just kept rubbing his pelvis against Courtney’s for slightly less than a minute until he was back to throbbing inside her. She loudly moaned, humming against his skin like she always did when he started fucking her for the second time in a row.
 

Brad sloshed in and out of her squishy éclair, still cream-filled from a minute before. He pinched her nipples, hard enough to make her scream, then started swirling his hips in smallish circles, crashing his cock against Courtney’s inner walls, pushing her so deep into a moan that she sounded more like a wounded animal than a woman pounded.
 

Brad fucked Courtney at such a furious speed that he had to slow his body, worried the friction might be too fast.
 

She whimpered. “Why are you stopping?”
 

“I’m not stopping,” Brad said, though his seres were so far inside his growl they were barely there. “I’m slowing.”
 

“Why are you slowing?”
 

“Because I don’t want to hurt you.”
 

Still whimpering, Courtney said, “You won’t hurt me. I want you to fuck me, then cum all over my back.”
 

Courtney lifted her body and pulled it from Brad. His cock fell out with a sticky squish, pointing high in the air like an arrow.
 

Courtney crawled onto her knees, turned back to Brad, and spread her ass cheeks to give him a better view of her pink and puffy pussy; swollen, hungry, and ready to take his throbbing cock and the giant load that came with it.
 

Without any words, and barely a sound, Brad sank inside her open hole.
 

Squish.

Courtney sighed and shuddered as Brad started to rock; slow then fast, and then faster after that, until he was squeezing his fingers hard into her waist, grunting and ready to blast. At the last second he remembered where she wanted his load, so he pulled out, wrapped his palm tightly around his cock, then fire-hosed Courtney’s creamy, pink back with a cup of his vanilla. He grunted and she screamed, though her yell was mostly for his pleasure.