At the request of the lovely Cherie, I have written this short. I promised I wouldn't publish again until I finished it...but I'm kinda sorta breaking that promise. You see...I'm not finished... because I'm gonna make this a two shot. Why? Cuz I like cliffhangers..and I need more time to make the second half...fun. heh. ;] at this point, I'm out of steam and I just need a little time to regroup before I attempt the rest. BUT you've been very patient my dear, so I owe you Billy smut! Enjoy Cherie, and of course everyone else. :]
She stepped in the front door and collapsed on the couch, letting out a loud moan of accomplishment. Her shift at work had moved at a snail's pace, and she was finally free to relax and bring her brain to a screeching stop. Cherie closed her eyes as she sat up, cracking her fingers with another small moan. Working as a secretary wasn't at all what she wanted to do with her life, but moving to the United States was a process and she needed the money. Besides, answering a phone and typing up an occasional memo wasn't hard labor, it was just irritating.
Her mind shifted to the bottle of tequila on her counter. It was the perfect solution to the frantic Friday she'd had. Let loose with a drink, put her feet up and watch whatever happened to reside in the DVD player. With a small grin, she kicked off her pumps and pattered into the kitchen.
The apartment wasn't four-star quality, but it wasn't bad for the rent. It wasn't too cramped and all the appliances worked. That was pretty good for this neighborhood. Stretching on her toes, she swept a hand over the counter, reaching for the bottle pressed to the wall. When her hand came back empty, she frowned, leaning in for further inspection. The bottle was gone.
"What the—" She scanned the dark kitchen. Then she remembered. Two nights ago she'd mixed herself a large glass of tequila with pineapple juice, throwing the bottle loudly into the garbage. "Fuck." Cherie muttered to herself. The last thing she wanted to do is go out again. She didn't drive, what with the roads being all backwards from home in Australia, and she really didn't feel like walking.
Throwing open the fridge, she tried to remedy the problem with some other distraction. But her shelves were pathetic, holding only a few bottles of water and abandoned groceries. With a sigh, she stood barefoot in front of the cold box. Finally, with a frustrated groan, she slammed the fridge and stomped into her room to change.
Tired or not, she was going to the liquor store.
The cashier was the only other person in the place when she barged through the door. It was almost closing time and she figured everyone else was out for the night, partying away with their limitless booze. Her mood wasn't great as she hurried down an isle, scanning for her brand. If she moved fast, the trip would only take up a little under ten minutes. The shop wasn't far from her apartment, but it wasn't in the best neighborhood.
Deciding on a decently priced, quality bottle of tequila, she was halfway to the counter when the ding of the front door turned her head. What she saw froze her in place, meters from the counter.
Three masked men swarmed into the liquor store, each armed with various vicious looking weapons. Cherie swallowed hard at the guns, but didn't bother crying out as they approached. They were after the money; she just needed to wait and it would be over.
"DON'T FUCKIN' MOVE!" One shouted, swinging his gun around as he led the way inside.
"EMPTY IT!" Another bellowed, gun aimed directly in the manager's face as he sidestepped his companion. The manager nodded and scrambled around behind the counter, unlocking the drawer to pop out the tray of cash. As soon as the money was in view, the first man ran around the counter, throwing the manager to the floor. Pinning him with a foot, the masked man took rough handfuls of the cash, shoving it into a canvas bag.
The third robber checked the isles and ended up standing beside Cherie; she didn't try to look at him. Just looking a criminal in the eye could set them off. She'd seen the news; she knew what happened in these situations. But she was shocked by her own lack of fear. These men were all willing and able to kill her in a heartbeat, yet she was standing calmly, her free hand splayed open and raised to her jaw while the other gripped the bottle of tequila. Dropping it hadn't even occurred to her, but she envisioned the women in movies, shrieking loudly at the sight of armed men and releasing the tequila to shatter on the floor. Cherie hid a smirk at the image in her head. That's how she should be acting, but here she was, more concerned with holding onto her purchase than the guns surrounding her. So much for a ten-minute trip.
"What's so funny?" A voice purred into her ear. Shivers erupted down her spine and she finally felt the reality of the situation. Without meeting his eyes, she turned her head towards the third robber who stood beside her, gun aimed near her hip.
"I didn't laugh." She couldn't believe she'd answered until the response had tumbled from her lips. By then, the two others were watching, paused by the counter as the third spoke to her. He was silent for a moment, then his head moved and his voice boomed in her ear.
"Take 'im into the back and have 'im clean out the safe." The manager was hauled from the floor and one of the masked men shoved his gun into the trembling man's back. "Kill the lights and lock the doors first." It seemed the man at her side was calling the shots, and she was cursing herself for mouthing off to him. Cherie watched as the manager did as instructed, all with a gun in his spine.
When the lights died, they were standing in the dim, red light that emitted from the MILLER sign in the window. The manager was yanked to the back by the two men and she took a deep breath, her nerves finally starting to catch up. This robbery was taking much longer than expected.
"You're not grinnin' anymore. Something wrong, sweetheart?" His voice had shifted behind her slightly, yet closer than before. She took another breath and shook her head.
"I just wanna buy my booze and go home." A dark laugh filled her ears and her heart raced. As dangerous as her situation was, his voice was thick like a growl, raising the hair on her arms in a strange form of excitement.
"Listen ta you, mate. Such a brave girl." He was purring at her, mocking her accent with that delicious bass. A little hitch of anger rose in her stomach and she lowered her hands, relaxing in a form of defiance.
"Original." She hissed softly, glaring ahead into the dark. Suddenly her back was pressed to something and it heated her skin through her t-shirt. He'd stepped flush against her back, his chin teasing her temple. When he spoke again, a tickle broke out over her ear.
"What'd ya say?" Her heart was drumming to a frantic beat, filling her cheeks with a hot blush.
"I said you're original." As she whispered the words, cold metal slid along her left arm and she froze. His gun. It was resting on her wrist, casually hanging at her side. The air escaping her lungs refused to budge and she waited, fear gripping her through and through.
"Normally, people are afraid when I rob them." His lips played along her lobe and Cherie was shocked at the shiver it brought from her body. Fear and fantasy mingling in a sick yet fabulous combination.
"Are you robbing me?" His laugh rumbled through his chest and vibrated against her shoulder blades. And boy did it feel good. She nearly moaned at the response between her thighs. He hadn't laid a hand on her, but her body was begging that he do so. It was all so wrong. She was terrified, but at the same time, she was excited.
"Do ya have somethin' I want?" His words were dripping with seduction, purred from his lips into her ear while a hand suddenly appeared on her waist. Her breathing hitched and she gasped audibly, closing her eyes as her body throbbed. He exhaled into her neck as his hand moved over her jeans, and into the front pocket. Cherie couldn't hide the rushed breath that hissed from her nose and he hummed, teasing her neck with the sensation of his lips.
"What do you want?" She stuttered in little gasps, frozen with anticipation of his next move. His fingers played along her upper thigh from inside the pocket before they disappeared, sliding along her hip towards her butt.
"Depends on you, baby." He shoved the hand into her back pocket and gripped her ass through the material. Cherie trembled with pleasure, her eyes flying open with a small gasp.
"I don't have anything." It wasn't a complete lie. The only things she had in her possession were a set of keys and a debit card. Neither was valuable to an experienced criminal, but she knew that wasn't what he was talking about. Not anymore. He laughed again, the heat of his breath ghosting over her throat.
"I disagree." Just as he growled the words, his hand traversed the denim from her pocket to her fly, a finger tracing the seam between her legs. She moved with instinct, her head tilting back as she melted into his chest. He knew what to do and she was helplessly unable to resist. "I think you're hidin' somethin'." Cherie panted quietly while he ran his finger lower, the heat growing as he progressed. "Do I have ta search ya?" The finger became a palm, placed flat over the apex of her thighs. Her mouth fell open in a surprised gasp and he purred in her ear. "There it is."
When he moved again, she gave up trying to hide her reactions. She let an unfiltered whimper of lust from her lips, her eyes closing as he rubbed her throbbing ache.
"Do that again." He said with a pant, pressing his hand harder into her jeans. Cherie didn't have to try, it happened all the same. He was expertly petting her, making her hips widen with impulse. "That's what I want." His voice drifted lower and she moaned when his lips moved over her neck. While he continued his strokes down south, his mouth worked her pulse point until she felt her body shaking. In a moment of weakness, she released the bottle in her hand.
He chuckled as it smashed on the floor, but her eyes flew open in shock.
"Easy, baby." He cooed. "Don't want an audience do we?" Cherie's free hand found his leather-clad arm and she clung to the thick material as he worked her up through her jeans.
"No." She whispered. The tickle of his facial hair moved over her jaw and he hummed a deep purr.
"Still afraid of me?" He asked, using his tongue to trace a line from her jaw to her ear. As she moaned breathlessly from his mouth, his hand disappeared and made quick work of her fly.
"Yeah." She pressed into his chest, her body on fire with anticipation by his progress. His laugh was deep and throaty as she tugged on his sleeve.
"I don't think ya are." Without warning, he bit her neck and she yelped, her second hand flying up to grab his other sleeve, his gun hand. He froze for a moment, but her moans eased him gradually, his mouth returning to her throat.
When his hand slid under her jeans, her head shot up off his shoulder, looking down as he slipped into her underwear.
"Ya gonna watch?" He purred, fingertips teasing as they drifted down her hip and lower belly. Cherie bit a lip, unable to manage words as she wormed under his touch. "Ya want me ta touch you?" She nodded emphatically, rocking her hips.
"Say it for me." He rumbled, teasing endlessly with two fingers just above her scalding arousal.
"Yes." Her voice was shaky and whined from her lungs.
"You want me ta make ya feel good?" His questions made her legs quake; this guy knew what he was doing.
"Yes." The longer he tormented her, the whinier her voice became. It was a sound she'd never heard from her own lips, but she didn't care. All she could think about was his hand, and the long fingers circling her pulsing entrance.
"I can't hear you." When she opened her mouth to repeat herself, he flicked her button and she let out a strangled cry, bucking her hips and tugging on his sleeve.
"Shit. Yes yes, fuck yes." He laughed.
"Turn your head, baby." She did as instructed and his mouth was there, his tantalizing tongue happily accepted into her open lips. His kiss was as skilled as his touch and she shuddered with delight. Though her eyes were closed, she didn't care to open them. Then she'd be faced with the fact that she was letting a complete stranger, a robber of all people, put a hand down her pants and kiss her.
His finger thrust inside her slit and she moaned into his mouth, losing all train of thought. No more worrying or contemplation. As he started to pump the digit in and out of her, his thumb pressed into her swollen nub, rubbing in tiny circles. Cherie was writhing in his arms, unable to comprehend any kind of graceful movement with so much stimulation. All she could do was grind into his hand, greedily pulling on his sleeve. He had gotten her so wet it was driving her crazy, feeling him slip in and out of her body. Before long, one finger became two and she let out a cry, his large fingers stretching her entrance as the muscles tensed. She was close and he'd only just started pressing deeper in her walls.
"Yo, we're done back here." The intrusion made her freeze and his head ripped away.
"Load some shit from the back in the car." He ordered with an angry growl. In the dark, she couldn't see the other two men, but she could hear them, scuffling away to the back of the store.
"Time's up, sweetheart." He purred and she felt disappointment slice through her chest.
"No." The response was involuntary, her mind intoxicated by his touch. Another of his signature chuckles purred through his torso and he pressed her to his body, stroking deep and rough with his fingers.
"Don't worry, I'll make ya cum first." She whimpered and whined, following his accelerated pace with bucks of her hips. His thumb rubbed ruthlessly on her clit, pulling louder and louder gasps from her lips. Clinging to his sleeves, she rode his fingers, thrashing senselessly as he panted into her neck and thrust faster and faster.
Blinded by pleasure, she suddenly shivered and came, gasping in rhythm with the waves of bliss rocketing through her body. He growled at her high-pitched whines and worked the climax until she feared her legs would collapse beneath her. When she finally stilled, his hand vanished and she swayed in place.
"Wow." She whispered. His chuckle sounded distant and she turned in the dark, startled when she found herself alone.
"Til next time, Cherie."
The fucker had picked her pocket. After all the police questioning and reciting the quick story she'd made up, Cherie only noticed her missing wallet when she went to slip out of her jeans for the night. Alone in her apartment, she frantically tore apart her purse and bedroom, hoping that she was mistaken and had left it at home. But it was nowhere to be found and she collapsed on her bed, angry with herself and frustrated with the inconvenience. It was already two in the morning and cancelling her card wouldn't be possible until normal business hours. So, with an angry grunt, she flopped back on her bed and let her exhausted body drift to sleep.
She didn't know how long she'd been dozing when a loud knock erupted from her front door. At first, Cherie figured it was a part of a dream and ignored the loud banging. But when it didn't let up, she roused slowly, groaning as she wandered to the living room.
"What?" She called through the front door, blinking groggily as she stood on her toes to peek through the peephole. Standing in the hall was a tall man, his shoulders squared and his face expressionless as he held a wallet up to the peephole. "Shit!" She exclaimed, throwing open the door and smiling with a relived expression.
"Oh my god, I thought I—" She stopped midsentence when she saw his face. He was gorgeous and grinning at her like she'd forgotten to put on a shirt. Setting the wallet in her hand, he didn't say a word, watching her gradually blush under his gaze.
The longer she stared at him, the better he looked. Even in the horrible lighting of her building's halls, he was stunning. His shaved head accented his striking blue eyes and sharply defined nose. He blinked and long lashes batted at her, his lips twitching with a smirk. Dark blond hair lined his top lip, and small beard grew over his chin.
It didn't occur to her how he'd gotten her wallet until he moved closer to the doorway.
"Long time no see, Cherie." His voice seized her body and she froze, her expression shifting from embarrassment to shock.
"Oh shit…" She whispered, backing up as he closed in on her. With a tilt of his head, he cocked an eyebrow in a sinful smile.
"Did ya think I was jokin' about next time?"
Bear with me on mistakes. I'm not kidding about the being out of steam thing. LOL. Love to my faithfuls and of course Cherie!
OHHHH...and more to come...heh.