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"Hey, Brat I got some things to run by you." Gaston announced just as I wiped my brow with a hand towel, having finished a short work-out not three minutes ago. "I think it'll be of great use to you."
"Okay,what is it?" I asked, stretching my arms over my head in order to cool down.
"Well I found out some more things about what the Saint's do." He sat down on the couch and opened the laptop he'd brung with him. The guy wasn't cool enough to upgrade from it, but then again, I still had one too. But it's not like I carry it around with me. Mine was also encrypted so I could leave it at the house, compliments of that big lug.
"Alright." I popped my neck, but before he could start, I went to the kitchen for a bottle of water. As I passed my phone, it chirped at me and I grabbed it too, checking the message as I took a drink of water.
"Hey, Schatzi. What are you up to?" Elsa. I decided to leave it and answer her until after Gaston finished. A second later, another one came in. "I miss you."
"I think you should say something to her." Gaston smirked knowingly. I glared at him.
"Fuck off." I growled, waiting for him to continue. He counted down on his fingers from three and sure enough, my phone whined with another message. Gesturing for me to check it, he put his arms behind his head patiently. I grit my teeth and swiped my thumb across the screen. "I'm so horny..." My throat closed up and I quickly put it on silent before shoving it into my pocket, unable to hide the blush that spread across my face. Fuck.
"Did you happen to buy condoms?" He chortled, seeming to know just what she'd messaged me.
"Shut the fuck up and tell me what you found already." I ignored the way that message caused my cock to twitch. So damn provocative, that girl. What, was she thinking, sending me something like that? Did she think that I'd...what would I do? I shook my head just as another message made my phone vibrate in my pocket. Fucking hell.
"I will. Give me a second to find it." He relented with a shit-eating grin. "And answer your damn girlfriend before she ends up coming this way to fuck you senseless."
I inwardly growled and left him there in fear that he'd try to peek at the messages. Who says I'd let her? I unlocked my phone, opening the most recent message...and promptly dropped it as a wave of arousal swept over me. What. The. Fuck, Elsa?! It was an over head shot made to look like I was actually on top of her. Her seductive smirk was in place on those full cherry red lips of hers, platinum locks splayed out around her, messy, but that was the way I liked to see it. She hadn't been wearing a shirt and I'd gotten a clear view of the luscious, creamy skin of her neck, collarbones and the fullness of her breasts. She was wearing a lacy red bra that had been unclasped in the front, but the rest of her tantalizing mounds were left covered by the bra. Though it did nothing to hide her taught nipples and of her own arousal as a light flush dusted the majority of her body. Holy fuck!
Another message came in and I picked my phone back up, thankful that my earlier stupidity hadn't cracked the screen. "I want you. Right now." I think I could have passed out, but I suddenly found myself searching for a way to respond to her. What should I say? What can I say? How do you respond to your worked-up girlfriend over the phone?
"Call her, genius. I'm sure people still talk over the phone sometimes." Gaston called from the living room. Oh. Guess I could. Like hell, I'd call from the kitchen though, so I quickly made my way back to my room, closing the door behind me. My breathing began increase as my thumb lingered over the call button, at the same time I felt my cock beginning to stir as well. Then again, I'm sure she's waiting for you to call. She probably knows you better than yourself, idiot. I touched the green button.
"Mmm...talk dirty to me, Schatzie." Elsa moaned. She was moaning. I almost dropped my phone again when my ears picked up on her rhythmic panting. "Don't be shy. Help me finish myself off." She groaned hotly. Fuuuck! My cock now strained against my shorts. I knew exactly what she was talking about, but my tongue refused to move. "Anna?" I could tell she was biting on her lip, still breathless. Waiting.
"I'm dying to be inside you right now." I finally growled, hearing her breath hitch. "Is that what you want, Elsa?" Deciding to go through with it, I turned my stereo on and stepped in to the bathroom, instantly locking it behind me. No fucking way did I want Gaston to hear anything or come barging in like he normally did.
"Yes." She whimpered, voice pleading. My ears were burning and a dark thought crossed my mind but what she said next seemed to voice that thought out loud. "Ich mochte Sie auf sich selbst zu tun, will you do that for me, baby?"
Well, shit. I licked my lips, heavily wondering if it was a good idea to do what she asked or not. We were both thinking about it... "I know you're hard, Anna." She whispered. "I want so badly for you to fold me over your desk and fuck my brains out. I want to suck you off and taste your come." I exhaled sharply as her words shot directly to my cock, making it pulsate painfully. goddammit! I ended up caving and shoved my hand down into my shorts, grabbing my erection and I hissed through my clenched teeth. Shit.
"Lass jetzt los, Elsa. Come for me." My voice was ragged, my hand moving on its own, but I was more focused on her.
"Oh, fuck." She whined.
"Say it again." I was becoming breathless, imagining just what the hell she was doing to herself.
"Anna- fuck!" She moaned. "Say something else. Please." I stifled an amused laugh. She gets off on dirty talk.
"I bet you're so damn slippery and hot. When you're close, I imagine your gorgeous skin flushing everywhere. Even now, your voice is hoarse and so goddamned sexy." I panted, surprised to find sweat on my brow once more. One of these days, just talking isn't going to be enough. My cock already hated me for only grinding against her, but as she whimpered, I felt my release approaching. "Those fucking lips of yours taste like heaven and when they go all soft and open while you pant for me, I go crazy. Your beautiful eyes glaze over in lust, begging me to make it good, and fuck, nothing compares to the erotic sounds you make when you're there..." I was teetering on the edge. Her breathing was harsh and she was whimpering incoherent grunts and moans. "Yes, baby. Just like that. Come all over me."
"Anna!" She cried out, trying to muffle her screams with something soft and I let go too.
Afterward, I leaned my forehead against the cool wall as I heard our breaths coming out hard and fast. My mouth was dry and I wanted nothing but to see her right then. Completely messed up by me, sweaty and exhausted. Bet she looks utterly perfect. "Holy shit." I breathed, bracing myself on the sink. My reflection stared back at me with dilated eyes and a flushed face, nowhere near satisfied. I wanted her.
"goddamn, Schatzi. I want you here. I wanna feel your delicious abs, my bed is so lonely." She mewled, most likely reveling in her afterglow. I was still semi-hard, but thought it best to stop while I was ahead. I still needed to hear what Gaston had told me. The idiot was still out there.
"So's mine." I cradled my phone in my neck and washed my hands and wiped my forehead, finding myself missing her as well. jesus you'd think you got out of school a year ago. I inwardly rolled my eyes, but when she giggled knowingly, I had to grin.
"I really do want you to fuck me, Schatzi. I'm losing my mind." She groaned, probably turning over in her bed, getting comfortable. I'm pretty sure we're on the same page there, sweetheart.
"I know." I chuckled, pushing a hand through my hair and remembered what she'd told me that day. "You'll also have me in every conceivable manner, min kirsebær."
"What's that mean?"
"It means, the flavor of those damned suckers of yours, the color of your lips and nails." I let her figure that out while I cleaned myself up. Gaston was probably getting impatient by now.
"I knew you loved my nails." She giggled again. "You got so worked up when I first had them painted red and I figured then that red was your color. More so than your beautiful hair."
"It means cherry." I cleared my throat awkwardly, not ready to admit to all of that just yet. Regardless that it happened to be completely true. I also wasn't used to compliments, but she'd told me we would work on that. Whatever that meant.
"I know, baby." Elsa said gently. "You're busy aren't you?" Dammit! So transparent around her. Ridiculous, but I was grateful for it since I didn't know how to cut her off without sounding harsh. I had an idea that she wouldn't really care anyway.
"Sorry." Seemed to be my new phrase. "Gaston's here." I thought that would be a good excuse until I heard her sharp intake of breath.
"Fuck, he can't hear- didn't hear all of that right?" My eyes widened in shock.
"N-no!" I choked out. "Hell no, I'm not that stupid." Opening the door, I make my way back into my room.
"Okay, just making sure." She laughed and began to shuffle around too. "Listen, Schatzi, Emma and my mom are back so I have to go too. See you tomorrow?"
"Of course."
"Bye, Love." Hearing the smile in her voice made a grin appear on my face.
"Bye, Kirsebær." Deciding to try that nickname, I ignored the kissing noises coming from Gaston who was still lounging on the couch. The line went dead just as he opened his wide mouth.
"Damn, three years later you decide to join me." He grumbled when I put my phone back in my pocket.
"You told me to call her." I snarked back.
"So I take it, it's going well for the two of you?"
"She's my girlfriend so I think so." I sat next to him. "So, what did you have to tell me. Quick before someone else calls." I finished sarcastically, earning a cheeky grin from him.
"Alright. Well, there's a shipment of cigarette's coming in tonight and your favorite gang is running the deal." He gave me some papers. "This one is definitely to get Mr. Saint's attention."
"Okay. That all?" Where does his get his information? When I looked at him, he was pinching the bridge of his nose.
"No." Silence followed as he thought of a way to word what he wanted to say. "Sebastian Bostwick. Sound familiar?"
"One of the ones that killed my parents. Shot himself a few years ago." I nodded. He looked relieved that I already knew that. "I also know that the other hitman lives here too, though I don't know who hired them." It was something I tried to figure out, and the sole reason I wanted information about the Saint's.
"The other is a female named Ursula Perlman. Try as I may, I couldn't get anymore information on her other than she used to work at Saint Enterprises a few years before the death of your parents. Seems she fell off the grid soon after."
"That's more than enough. Thanks Gaston." I got back up, heading back to the kitchen so I could eat something before I went down to the docks. Gaston followed right after me.
"For your next date you should let her meet Tiana..." The bastard went on gloating about Elsa and how he was the ultimate matchmaker while I constructed a sandwich.
Asshole.
A/N: Welll..I think I'll go take a tumble in the snow after that one.
Santa read my recent chapters and tossed me on the Naughty List so I got coal for Christmas...it was in my Frozen Mug, which I used to concoct Eggnog/coffee (freakin love of my life!) for most of the day. XD
Hope y'all had an awesome Christmas yesterday-or whenever yours was- and stay...extra+ordinary! Thanks for the reviews and whatnot. Tootles~
"Ich mochte Sie auf sich selbst zu tun," I want you to do yourself too
"Lass jetzt los" ...Let it go (Pun definitely intended!) XD