Thrust Into His Arms

"Monster?" I repeat with a low growl.

"If it was him, you wouldn’t react this way, would you?" She flinches at the menacing snap. She starts crying again and sniffling. My heart skips a beat. The horniness and anger subsiding. I get the feeling of wanting to comfort her. But why should I? Monsters do not offer comfort. I get a call just then. Every last bit of the combined feeling disappears when I see that it is my uncle calling.

He is using a burner again, which means I am getting a new mission or an assignment. That means I should leave now. I watch it ring before it ends, mad at yet another interruption. This is not the first time I have ignored his calls. He could’ve been able to wait. But I did not plan on wasting too much time here in the first place. I claim her lips again in a feral punishing kiss while my fingers rub fiercely against her clit. She mewls sharply making unintelligible noises. I penetrate a finger into her tight pussy hole.

She shouts again—not as an act of struggle but of pleasure. My cock pulsating with need. I want to sink into her tight heat right now, but it is not just time.

I regret more that we are in the dark and I can’t see her face as she is unraveling because of what I’m doing to her. She must be unaware of the unrestrained, sinful noises that she is making and how she is now rubbing herself against my fingers like she is in heat. And I kept pushing her, not stopping even as she goes over the edge. Her body going taut, then liquid as she comes apart with a silent scream, shaking and bucking her hips as she spasm involuntarily. Her insides tightening around my fingers like she wanted to crush it. The incredible feel of her tight, silky walls—Gawd, I don’t wanna bring it out. I want to go so much farther than this. But I have to leave now.

She starts to pant softly when it all ends. "That wasn’t so bad now, was it?" I say to her, taking my fingers out, and bringing it up to my face to sniff her slick. It smells intoxicating that I could not help licking it to know how she tastes. She tastes sweet. I lick off every bit of it. The calls comes again, I kiss her hard one last time and let her know that she owes me. I was on my way out, but then she asked a question that made me pulse. Why does she care what happens to Courtney?

"Why are you asking me that?"

"You followed her that day. You must have been the last person to see her."

"We had a little talk and then she left. What? You are thinking I did something to her?"

"I have reason to believe so."

I chuckle. "It’s good that you think the worst of me. You haven’t told anyone, have you?"

"No." She replies.

"Good. Because you’ll be the one caught in a sea of explanations. Goodnight pet." I say to her before coming out the window. Uncle picks up as soon as I call goes through. "I have a mission for you." I thought as much. Who is it this time? The lastest news is a group of Russians who are suspected to be affiliated with the Russian Mafia is causing problems for us. It must be them.

"Kill Cameron Montell." I pause abruptly.

"What?"

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"Aren’t you coming?" Lucas stops to ask me on his way out to school with the others. I am still in my gym clothes, chilling with a can of soda. "No. I’ll be skipping today." I answer. My uncle had given me one hell of a mission last night. Kill Rex’s Dad? The task itself isn’t difficult. It is just the sentiment. It is not sitting too right with me. I am convincing myself that the guy is a douchebag. And Rex would most likely not feel a thing if he were to suddenly drop dead but it still is not making it any easier. To make matters worse, I have just one week to carry out the mission. I have to start mapping it out now. There is no way I can do that if I am at school. "Where is Rex?" I ask as I do not see him among them. I have not seen him at all since this morning. "He left pretty early ’cause today is his girlfriend’s birthday?"

"Who, Gweneth?"

"Who else? Bye!" He stops again to ask, "You don’t mind if I take your new car right? Thank youuu!!" I did not think to even give him approval but I am thinking about how today is Gweneth’s birthday. She didn’t say anything to me about it. Then again, why would she? It’s not I would care.

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GWENETH

Right from when it happened, to this morning. Even as I am walking the rest of the road to school right now I can only think about one particular word. It is like the neurons in my brain are now made of that all of a sudden. It’s terrifying.

The word "ORGASM" I have been aware of the meaning for a long time now. I even did some research when I came across it as one of the things that helps to ease period pain when I had googled that long ago.

I have not been looking forward to my first orgasm. Or be excited like the way I have heard most girls openly gossip about it at school. It sounded and seemed like just another normal word to me until last night. My cheeks is burning with shame remembering how I had acted; leaning in to his touch instead of struggling for him to let me go. I only did so at the very beginning. But then I stopped as I started to feel a need for something that I don’t even know.

I had felt myself getting closer to some elusive, invisible edge. And I wanted nothing more than to get there. It was a sensation so intensely powerful and so deeply invasive, that it bypassed my deep-seated hatred and struck straight at what I later discovered to be my rawest nerve endings. I still cannot believe that I got my first orgasm from Calix of all people.