08/07/2024
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SNIPPET
I paced back and forth in Hitman’s dimly lit living room. My mind was racing. The whole situation with Draco had spiraled out of control, and now I had to find a way to turn the tables. Hitman sat on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table, watching me with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
“What’s the plan?” Hitman asked, his voice calm and measured. “You don’t want to call the police and you can’t hide forever. What are we going to do?”
I stopped pacing and looked at him, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. However, I had to address the ‘we’ comment. “This isn’t your fight. It’s mine and I appreciate everything you’ve done up until now.”
“Once again, you saved my life and I’ll never forget that.” Hitman cleared his voice. “Now again, what are we going to do?”
“Well, I’m not calling the police. I have to turn the tables on this muthaf**ka. I still can’t believe he would do this to me after all of the bu****it he put me through. The lying, cheating, and side baby was one thing, but to try and have me killed is taking it too damn far.”
“I agree.”
Saying everything aloud made my blood boil like hot lava. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. “We need to hit him where it hurts. I want to strip him naked before his ass disappears. Draco keeps a lot of money in the safe inside the house. He doesn’t think I know the code, but I do.”
Hitman shook his head no. “We have to make it look like a burglary. If not, he will suspect it’s you.”
“He thinks I’m dead.”
“That’s true, but let’s make it look like a burglary. That will be best.”
“Okay, that’ll work.”
Hitman leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his eyes locked onto mine. “We need to do this right. Timing is crucial. We’ll go in when we know he’s out, and we’ll be in and out before anyone realizes what happened.”
I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities. “Draco will be at the club tomorrow night. If that’s not too soon, we can hit the house then.”
“Perfect,” Hitman said, his voice was calm and reassuring. “We’ll need a few supplies—gloves, masks, a few tools to make it look like a break-in. We can’t leave any traces behind.”
“Agreed.”
Hitman’s eyes gleamed with approval. “Good. We’ll be ready. But remember, this has to look real. We’ll need to ransack a few other rooms to make it look like they were searching for something.”
“I got it.” My mind was already mapping out the plan. “We’ll make it look like a professional job. He won’t know what hit him.”
“Let me ask you this. Once this is done, what’s your next move? How do you plan on getting rid of him? Do you want me to kill him?”
My thoughts drifted back to all of the things Draco did to me and the many nights that I cried over his infidelity. It didn’t matter how much I supported him with his dreams, and turned them into reality, it wasn’t enough. He still found himself between the legs of another bitch.
After thinking long and hard about my answer, I looked at Hitman with my eyes in tiny, venomous slits, and replied. “No! I want to kill him.”
Hitman’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. “Are you sure you want to do that?”
“I’m sure.”
“No. I need you to be absolutely sure.”
“I am.”
“Alright, Desire. If that’s what you want, I’ll back you up. But you need to be sure about this. Taking someone’s life, even Draco, isn’t something you can come back from. Once you pull that trigger you can’t undo it.”
“I’m sure.” After this n***a tried to kill me there wasn’t a shadow of a doubt in my mind. I needed Hitman to understand that I was dead ass serious. I took a knee in front of him and put my hand on his leg. We made eye contact. “Draco took everything from me. My peace, my dignity, my trust, and almost my life. It’s time that I took something from him. And I’m not talking about just his money.”
Hitman nodded, respect glinting in his eyes. “Okay then. We’ll stick to the plan for the break-in. After that, you’ll have your chance to deal with him personally. But let’s be clear, this has to be clean. No loose ends. I don’t make messes.”
“Understood.”
“Have you ever shot a gun before?”
My eyes were still on his. “No, but you can teach me.”
“Then we have our work cut out for us.” Hitman grabbed my hands and stood to his feet, lifting me with him. “We better get started now.”
We arrived at the edge of the woods just as the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows through the dense canopy of trees. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, and the only sounds were the rustling leaves and the occasional chirp of a distant bird. Hitman led me down a narrow path. The ground was crunching under our feet, until we reached an area that he had clearly set up for target practice.
A few metal targets were lined up at varying distances, their surfaces scarred from countless bullets. A makeshift table held an assortment of fi****ms and ammunition, but right now, our focus was on the 9mm R***r.
Hitman picked up the R***r, handling it with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times before. He looked at me with a serious, yet patient expression. “Alright, Desire, this is a 9mm R***r. It’s reliable and easy to handle, but it’s still a gun, so you need to respect it. First, let’s go over the basics.”
He handed me the gun, and I felt its weight in my hands. It was solid and cold. As I wrapped my fingers around the grip, I followed Hitman’s instructions as he guided me through the process of checking the safety, loading the magazine, and chambering a single round.
“The most important thing is to always keep the muzzle pointed in a safe direction,” Hitman said in a calm and steady voice. “And never put your finger on the trigger until you’re ready to shoot.”
In agreement, I nodded my head. My heart was pounding with a mix of anxiety and determination. I was nervous since I had never fired a gun before. But I was determined to get it right, so I could take down my ex-lover, turned enemy.
Hitman positioned himself behind me with his hands covering mine as he helped me aim the gun at the nearest target. I felt his print, but I didn’t say anything being that my focus was supposed to be elsewhere. And he smelled good too. Hitman had me ready to drop these panties and bend over right here in the woods. I didn’t give a damn about no mosquitoes. They could’ve bit my ass, while he smacked my ass and pulled my hair. That was when my inner self spoke up. Knock it off Desire and pay attention to the lesson! I snapped out of my nasty thoughts right on time.
“Take a deep breath,” he instructed. “Focus on your target, and when you’re ready, gently squeeze the trigger. Don’t jerk it.”
To calm my nerves, I took a deep breath. The cool air filled my lungs, as I focused on the metal target in front of me. I exhaled slowly, and as I did, I squeezed the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the woods, and the recoil jolted my hands, but I kept my grip steady.
“Good job,” Hitman said, nodding approvingly. “You hit the target. Now, let’s try it again. This time, keep your stance firm and your grip tight.”
We spent the next hour practicing. Hitman patiently corrected my stance and grip, while offering tips and encouragement. The more I shot, the more confident I felt. The initial fear and anxiety began to fade. It was replaced by a growing sense of control and power.
As the sun dipped lower and the shadows extended, Hitman finally called it a day. “You did good, Desire,” he said, his tone genuinely impressed. “You’re a quick learner. Just remember, a gun is a tool. It’s only as effective as the person using it.”
I nodded, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “I feel more prepared now.”
He smiled, a rare but genuine expression. “You’ve got what it takes, Desire. Just stay focused and keep your head in the game. You’re ready for this.”
As we packed up the gear and made our way back through the woods, I felt better knowing that I would be handling Draco’s ass personally. The sun had set, and the woods were cloaked in darkness, but I didn’t feel afraid. Hitman was by my side, and he made me feel secure.
For the next hour, we sat around the fireplace just talking and reminiscing about the past. Some wine would be nice for the occasion, so I asked Hitman. “Is there a liquor store around here somewhere?”
“Yeah.”
“How about we go and grab something to drink?”
Hitman’s eyes narrowed in on mine. “I don’t drink.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“No apologies needed. There’s no way you would’ve known that.”
I grabbed the water bottle from the floor that was next to me. “I guess I’ll sip on this water then,” I giggled.
“There’s a wine cellar in here. My father was a collector. I don’t drink it, but I couldn’t pull myself to throw it away.” Hitman stood up and reached for my hand. “Come on. I’ll take you down there.”
“No. I can’t drink if you don’t. That wouldn’t feel right.”
“Trust me. I’ll be fine. I know you can use a drink.”
We went down to the cellar, and it was fully stocked. There were bottles everywhere. I selected the 1994 Silver Oak Cabernet Sauvignon. Bitter wine wasn’t too appealing to me. I preferred my wine to be sweet. Back upstairs we sat around, while I sipped on the vintage wine, and I felt so good. That bottle had me nice and tipsy. My mind drifted back to when Hitman was standing behind me in the woods with his hands on mine. Having his body against mine was a sneaky pleasure, but I wanted to feel his naked, hard body against mine in the sheets.
As he made small talk, I watched his soft, pink lips and wondered what they would feel like on mine, both sets, and on my body. Hitman stopped talking and gazed into my eyes with his baby browns. He had to be feeling what I was feeling. The wine had me feeling bold, so I leaned forward and placed my lips onto his. Indeed, his lips were soft and smooth like silk. His tongue was warm, and for a moment, everything else faded away.
But just as I was getting lost in the kiss, Hitman gently pulled back. His hands rested on my shoulders. They were firm but not forceful. He looked at me with a mix of regret and something else I couldn’t quite place.
“Desire, we can’t do this,” he said softly. His voice was thick with emotion.
“Why not?” I asked with my voice barely above a whisper. The rejection stung, but I needed to understand.
He sighed, running a hand through his neatly kept dreads. “Because we’re in the middle of something dangerous. Emotions can cloud judgment, and right now, we need to stay focused. You need to stay focused.”
I looked down, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “I thought… I mean, I felt something between us.”
“I can’t lie. I feel it too,” he admitted, lifting my chin so I would look at him. “But crossing this line could complicate things. I care about you, Desire, more than I probably should. I always have. But right now, the life I live doesn’t allow me to be in a relationship with any woman.
I nodded slowly, understanding his reasoning even if it hurt. “Okay, I get it. But who’s to say that I’m looking for something different. My life is a mess right now and a relationship is the furthest thing from my mind. My ex hired you to kill me. So, do really think I’m looking for love right now?”
Rejection was never something that I had to deal with. Everything I wanted, I received. That went for men, success, business deals, and happiness. But when it came down to Carter, better known as the Hitman. He showed me that I couldn’t always get what I wanted. There was no need to sit in front of him any longer feeling stupid, so I stood up to leave.
“It’s late, so I’m going to call it a night.” I didn’t wait for a response. I simply made my way back to the bedroom and pushed the door, blocking the hall light from the room’s view.
As I laid on my back staring up at the ceiling it made me wonder why he truly turned me down. For him, this had to be an opportunity since he had a crush on me for years at summer camp. I guess over the last twenty years he had the chance to get me out of his system. That had to be it because I was attractive, successful, and not to mention s*xy as f**k. Whatever the case may be, I had to be fine with it. Tomorrow when I woke up to face him, I would just blame it on the alcohol and act like I didn’t remember.
Hitman
After Desire left me in the living room, I sat there in my thoughts and wondered what the hell was wrong with me. For years, I spent every summer praying for the day that she would notice me and give me a chance. Now that she was in my presence, ready, and willing, I turned her down.
I stared at the empty glass in front of me, my mind racing. The weight of my decision pressed down on me, and I wrestled with my thoughts. Desire was everything I had ever wanted, and now, she was right here. But my line of duty didn't allow for distractions or relationships. I had seen too many good men lose their edge because they got involved. My life was dangerous, and I couldn't risk putting her in harm's way.
But the memory of her lips on mine lingered, and the desire to be with her was almost overwhelming. I tried to focus on the mission, on the danger we were in, but all I could think about was her. Her strength, her determination, the fire in her eyes. She needed me, and if I was being honest with myself, I needed her too.
I stood up, pacing the room, fighting the urge to go into her bedroom. Every step I took, I felt the pull, the magnetic draw towards her. The rational part of me screamed to stay away, to keep things professional. But the part of me that had loved her from afar for so long couldn't let go of the chance to be with her.
I clenched my fists, trying to steady my breathing. The conflict inside me was tearing me apart. Should I really engage in this act with her, knowing that I couldn’t offer her anything more than s*x?
When it came down to women, in most cases, I knew that s*x led to feelings. During my time in the service, we used to joke about women and their attachment when it came down to good dick. My motto was women don’t go crazy about condom s*x, it’s that raw s*x that will have them stalking you, calling you at different hours of the night, flattening your tires, and busting out your windows. The thought alone made me laugh.
Finally, I made a decision. If I could f**k my therapist, why not Desire. After all, it was something that I always dreamed of when I was a teenager. The opportunity had presented itself, so why not? At the end of the day, I was still a man and I had needs too.
My footsteps were almost soundless as I made my way to her bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open gently. She was lying on the bed, on her back. The soft glow from the hallway light cast a warm light over her, highlighting the curves of her body. She turned her head towards me as I entered, her eyes widening in surprise and then softening into something else. Something I knew matched my own desire.
"Carter," she whispered. “What are you doing in here?”
As I moved closer, my heart was pounding in my chest. "Desire," I said, my voice low and steady. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. That wasn’t my intention. I just don’t want to complicate things.”
“Apology accepted.”
“That’s all you have to say. Apology accepted.”
“What else do you want me to say?” Desire sat up in bed. Her eyes sparkled in the dim lights. “You already rejected me. What more do you want?”
Shaking my head, I took a deep breath. “It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
“I told you…It’s my lifestyle.”
“I get that, but you act like I asked you to put a ring on it or something.”
“You’re right and that’s why I apologized.” I sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her hand. Her skin was warm and soft beneath my fingers. “If it wasn’t for my dangerous life I wouldn’t hesitate to-”
Desire didn’t let me finish my sentence. She placed her index finger on my lips and whispered. “You don’t have to explain. Just do what you’ve always wanted to do to me. We’re grown now. No strings attached.”
"Are you sure about this?" I mumbled against her slender finger.
She nodded. "I'm positive."
That was all the encouragement I needed. I closed the distance between us, capturing her lips in a kiss that was filled with all the pent-up desire and longing I had been holding back. Her lips were soft and tasted faintly of the wine she drank earlier. I deepened the kiss with my hands moving to cup her face, and she responded with equal passion. Her fingers threading through my hair.
The kiss quickly escalated, our need for each other grew more urgent. I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. "I want you." My request was raw and uncut. "But I need to know that you want this too."
"I do," she breathed heavily. Her eyes were dark with s*xual desire. "I want you, Carter. I need you."
With that, any remaining hesitation vanished. I kissed her again, but more passionately this time. My hands explored the curves of her body. She responded eagerly with her hands roaming over my back, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of her body through our clothes, and it only intensified my want.
I broke the kiss to pull off my shirt, and she did the same. Desire’s eyes never left mine. Her skin was smooth and warm under my touch. I trailed kisses down her neck, eliciting soft moans from her. The sound drove me wild, and I couldn't get enough of her.
Our first time was unconventional, but that didn’t stop me from taking my time with her. This was something I used to dream about, and it was finally happening. The excitement had my dick harder than Chinese algebra. We moved together in perfect harmony. Our bodies were pressed close. Her perky breast pressed against my firm chest. Every touch ignited a fire within me. I reached for the waistband of her pants, hesitating only for a moment, hoping that she hadn’t changed her mind just that fast. She nodded, giving me the silent permission I needed. I pulled them off, and she did the same for me, leaving us both naked and h***y before each other.
Slowly, I pushed every inch inside of her. Our bodies were joined in a way that felt inevitable, like we were always meant to be together. The sensation was overwhelming, and we both gasped at the intensity of it. We moved together, our rhythm perfectly in sync, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge. As I slithered in and out of that wet, wet, I grunted.
“I always imagined what you would feel like under me, while I dug in this p***y.”
My strokes were deep and slow. Desire’s moans grew louder, matching the intensity of my thrusts. “F**k this p***y! Show me how bad you wanted me.”
Her grip around my wood was tight. As bad as I wanted to take my time in it, her wetness wouldn’t allow it, or her s*xy ass demands. The urge to beat her guts overpowered my resistance and I found myself balls deep with her face down and ass up.
Desire’s ass jiggled as I beat her p***y from the back and clapped them cheeks. Her arch was mean, and she took it like a champ. She threw her head back, so I grabbed a hand full of her hair to keep her in that position.
“Carter! Carter! F**k! F**k!” She yelled. “Beat this p***y! Beat it! Just like that!”
“Throw that ass back,” I demanded, while smacking her ass at the same time.
“Yeah! Yeah! Shiittt!” She moaned and hummed.
***
Desire
Carter was giving my ass the business. It was hard to keep up, but I had to show him that I could take what I asked for. He was deep in my tummy, hitting corners that hadn’t been touched lately. My insides quivered with every stroke. And when he lifted me off the bed by my thighs, holding me in the air, I lost it. I moaned and called his name like I was recording a hit single in the booth. All I could do was grip the sheets. I had no leverage in the matter.
“This dick good to you?” He asked.
“F**k yeah!” I gasped.
Finally free from having my ass up in the air, literally, I found myself on my side, taking every inch of his caramel stick. Carter pounded me hard and fast. One leg rested on the bed and the other was positioned on his shoulder. Thank God, I was limber cause he had me in a half split giving me nothing but good, hard dick. A chick could barely breathe, but I didn’t want him to stop.
“F**k! You gone make me nut.”
That was my chance to get off before he got his. I reached down between my legs and rubbed my c**t like I was on a mission. And that’s because I was. It felt like electrical volts shot through my body and va**na as my or**sm neared.
“I’m cummin’. S**t! I’m cummin’, Carter!” I loved the way his name rolled off my tongue. It was sensational.
“I’m cummin’ with you. Keep going.”
Within a few minutes, we were cu***ng together on one accord. Carter collapsed beside me, pulling me close with our bodies still entwined. We lay there, catching our breath. The weight of what had just happened settled over us, but neither of us said a word. We just lay there in silence until we dozed off.
