“Show me,” he says breathlessly. “Show me your pussy.”
And I do. Slowly, I pull the material covering me an inch to the side. The air is cold against my bare skin, colder still when it hits wetness.
He slides his hand inside his jeans and leans back against the seat cushions. My eyes are on his hands, desperate to see him.
“I want to see too,” I whisper.
He smiles and brings his palm up to his mouth and runs his tongue down the length of it.I envy that hand.
He pulls out his cock and slides his wet palm up and down the shaft. He’s big and thick and my clit throbs harder just looking at him. “Sit down. Spread your legs. I want you to make yourself cum.”
I take a few steps closer and he leans forward, brushing his nose against my stomach as I pass, breathing me in. I sit down next to him, close but not touching, and I slide down my thong and spread my legs wide for him. There’s no other recourse I have but to press into myself and try to find some sort of release.
His free hand grips the back of the cushion where my head is. I think he’s holding himself back and that only makes me want him more. Sweat beads on his forehead and I can hear myself breathing heavier and heavier with the weight of his eyes watching me.
“Just watching you makes me need to cum,” he gasps.
His strokes get faster.
So do mine.
“Corrado,” I breathe, my insides ache so much I’m holding off cumming and I think it might kill me. “I’m so close.”
Then his hand is on me, pressing my fingers in deeper. He’s palming me, soaking his hands in my wetness and then back to stroking his dick, which now glistens with me. The sight pushes me over the edge and I feel the deep coil of sparks burst through my body. My heart beats wildly and my body trembles with a million spasms. “Oh God, oh God,” I gasp, squeezing my knees closed to ride out the orgasm.
“No, don’t close those legs,” he says, pinning my knees open.
He’s hovering over me now, his shoulder and elbow keeping my legs wide. I want to arch up against him and wrap myself around him.
“Fuck, fuck,” he grunts, as cum shoots over his knuckles and drips down his hands onto my stomach.
I watch as he finds release over me and smile up at him when he’s done.
“Next time I want you screaming my name when you cum,” he says.
“Then next time you better do more than just watch.”
Chapter 4
Corrado
Two hours before the club is scheduled to open I park in the lot and head in across the gravel. The lot is pretty much deserted, only one of the dancers' cars peeks out from behind the back of the building. It’s too early. None of them really want to know what goes on here in the daylight hours. Tony's Mercedes is there too, parked in front at a shitty angle.
“Selfish prick,” I mumble to myself. Later on he’s going to send out someone to fix it and when they ding the bumper he’ll cut the poor guy’s balls off.
Sometimes I think he does shit like that on purpose just to have a reason to hurt someone. I don’t think Tony Fretolli was hugged enough as a kid.
Who knows, maybe he was hugged too much.
I use my key and let myself in through the back.
My boots echo strangely across the faux marbled floor, the room’s surprisingly silent until I hear mumbles and someone’s muffled crying.
Shit. What the fuck is Tony doing now?
I pause to listen, then head for the back hallway, and push open the door with the low sounds coming from behind it. The room is bathed in red. Thick dripping red splatters of blood cover the back wall. Candy is on her knees panting and crying, her hands clasped over her mouth stifling her screams. Tony and Felony stand over her, both wearing the same shocked expression as Candy.
My eyes follow the splatters of red. They lead to a body.Franco's. His glazed eyes face up towards the ceiling and bullet holes spread out like a sick game of connect the dots across his chest.
