me of the sun that I’d lost, the way his skin shone, the blonde streaks in his hair. It made me want to do things to him, mad things, wild things, to see if I could take the sun from him and pull it into me. And as if sensing my wavering resolve, he stepped closer. “I have plans,” I said.
“I could be fast,” he promised.
Then the door swung open behind me, revealing Mercy, the pregnant woman who lived three doors down. “Evening boys!” she announced, carrying her laundry basket in front of her belly before setting it down nearby.
“Hey Mercy,” I said, then gave Florida an enigmatic smile before turning to the task at hand. When I was done tossing my clothes into the dryer, he wasn’t there.
* * *
Just as well , I thought, setting back down the hall. I had things I needed to do tonight – to concentrate on. It wasn’t every day you set out to kill a man on purpose. It ought to require some thought.
But by the time I got back to my apartment my cock was practically chafing and my attention divided.
Goddammit, Florida.
I locked the door behind me, paused to consider my options, and then reached for the buckle of my belt. If I’d said yes to him – and if Mercy hadn’t interrupted -- how would thing’sve gone down? I pushed my jeans down, freeing myself – I wasn’t going to get any other action tonight, and satisfying myself did nothing to keep the hunger at bay – but if I wanted a clear mind, nothing’d get me there faster.
Of course I knew how to play me – no one knew better than I did what my cock liked. I stood in my entry way, one hand out to balance against the wall while the other stroked my shaft, imagining my cock sliding in and out of Florida’s tan hand – or if we’d blocked the doors with our bodies and jacked each other off instead – or better yet, if he’d knelt down to suck on me while I stroked my hands through his blonde hair and brought his mouth harder, deeper, onto me – I shivered, making myself rock hard. Touching myself felt good, touching myself while imagining the depraved things I could’ve done to him – like sliding my cock into that yoga toned ass of his – was even better.
I wrapped my fingers looser but stroked more quickly, imagining if I’d pinned him up against a wall, the sound of the washers and dryers covering his rising moans, me slapping his hands away from his own cock as I reached around to grab it instead, and in my mind I heard him give a satisfied grunt each time my balls slapped him as his ass took me deep and -- I rose up on the balls of my feet and leaned forward, hips thrusting as I let out a low moan, as I spilled myself out into my hand.
I waited until I was done, breathing hard but feeling infinitely more relaxed. “Are we done now?” I asked my cock with a head-shake, and went to the bathroom to wash my hands, mind finally clear enough to contemplate murder.
Chapter 2
Nine am found me sitting in the very tastefully appointed waiting room of Carrera Law with a thawing severed penis in a box in my tote bag.
I’d somehow managed to get Rabbit to school and then go back home and dress up like it was just another day at work, giving my mother a cheerful good-bye on my way out the door with a detour past the freezer on my way, like I was taking a burrito for lunch and not a body part.
“I need to see Mark, is he in yet?”
The receptionist had told me he wasn’t, and she wasn’t sure when he would be – I told her to call him for him, to tell him I was here.
I could’ve called him myself – but it was the kind of thing I needed to explain in person. I needed to see his eyes when I told him about the Pack. After the way we’d fucked last night – I needed to believe. So I’d told Mattie to rebook all my appointments for today, and settled down into an overstuffed armchair for the duration.
It was hard to ignore that I was carrying a fucking body part. Literally. The same dick that’d – my jaw
“I could be fast,” he promised.
Then the door swung open behind me, revealing Mercy, the pregnant woman who lived three doors down. “Evening boys!” she announced, carrying her laundry basket in front of her belly before setting it down nearby.
“Hey Mercy,” I said, then gave Florida an enigmatic smile before turning to the task at hand. When I was done tossing my clothes into the dryer, he wasn’t there.
* * *
Just as well , I thought, setting back down the hall. I had things I needed to do tonight – to concentrate on. It wasn’t every day you set out to kill a man on purpose. It ought to require some thought.
But by the time I got back to my apartment my cock was practically chafing and my attention divided.
Goddammit, Florida.
I locked the door behind me, paused to consider my options, and then reached for the buckle of my belt. If I’d said yes to him – and if Mercy hadn’t interrupted -- how would thing’sve gone down? I pushed my jeans down, freeing myself – I wasn’t going to get any other action tonight, and satisfying myself did nothing to keep the hunger at bay – but if I wanted a clear mind, nothing’d get me there faster.
Of course I knew how to play me – no one knew better than I did what my cock liked. I stood in my entry way, one hand out to balance against the wall while the other stroked my shaft, imagining my cock sliding in and out of Florida’s tan hand – or if we’d blocked the doors with our bodies and jacked each other off instead – or better yet, if he’d knelt down to suck on me while I stroked my hands through his blonde hair and brought his mouth harder, deeper, onto me – I shivered, making myself rock hard. Touching myself felt good, touching myself while imagining the depraved things I could’ve done to him – like sliding my cock into that yoga toned ass of his – was even better.
I wrapped my fingers looser but stroked more quickly, imagining if I’d pinned him up against a wall, the sound of the washers and dryers covering his rising moans, me slapping his hands away from his own cock as I reached around to grab it instead, and in my mind I heard him give a satisfied grunt each time my balls slapped him as his ass took me deep and -- I rose up on the balls of my feet and leaned forward, hips thrusting as I let out a low moan, as I spilled myself out into my hand.
I waited until I was done, breathing hard but feeling infinitely more relaxed. “Are we done now?” I asked my cock with a head-shake, and went to the bathroom to wash my hands, mind finally clear enough to contemplate murder.
Chapter 2
Nine am found me sitting in the very tastefully appointed waiting room of Carrera Law with a thawing severed penis in a box in my tote bag.
I’d somehow managed to get Rabbit to school and then go back home and dress up like it was just another day at work, giving my mother a cheerful good-bye on my way out the door with a detour past the freezer on my way, like I was taking a burrito for lunch and not a body part.
“I need to see Mark, is he in yet?”
The receptionist had told me he wasn’t, and she wasn’t sure when he would be – I told her to call him for him, to tell him I was here.
I could’ve called him myself – but it was the kind of thing I needed to explain in person. I needed to see his eyes when I told him about the Pack. After the way we’d fucked last night – I needed to believe. So I’d told Mattie to rebook all my appointments for today, and settled down into an overstuffed armchair for the duration.
It was hard to ignore that I was carrying a fucking body part. Literally. The same dick that’d – my jaw
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