Grit

Well thank you for the reviews…I've decided to take a small break from the action and go a little…more…sensual

Chapter 4: Melt My Heart to Stone

"So what's your story?" Jacob said. We had been sitting in a hotel room, quietly mulling over our food which consisted of cheeseburgers and fries, things I despised but was being forced to eat. We would arrive in Phoenix tomorrow, but Jacob thought it would be a good idea to get a hotel room and relax before our big day tomorrow. Just thinking about it gave me chills…tomorrow I could get my revenge.

"Excuse me?" Emmet said, staring at Jacob with curious eyes.

"Story, as in why are you here, how do you know Sethy Poo here, etcetera?"

"Oh…" Emmet proceeded to tell Jacob about our first little meeting, how Uley killed some famous person in Texas, etc.

"Ah, Private Detective." Jacob chuckled, taking a swig from his little flask and adjusting his eye patch.

"Useless bunch if ya ask me."

"Ya, get that a lot." Emmet chuckled, taking a swig from his own bottle.

"So how about you tell me the real reason you're on this little trip of ours." Jacob chuckled. Emmet stopped eating and stared.

"What?"

"Oh come on, just because I have one eye doesn't mean I can't see when a person is lying. Trust me; I'm a master of it. Now tell us the real reason you're after Uley."

"I…am…not…"

"Oh? Then who is this famous person who was killed?"

"It's not…important."

"Ha, course not." Jacob chuckled, taking another swig. Emmet seemed freaked out and I found myself surprised, he had been lying? About everything?

"Is Emmet even your real name?" I said. He glared at me and sighed.

"Ya it is…he did something bad and I am going to make him pay for it. That good enough for you?"

"Not really." Jacob said with a shrug.

"Anyway." He stood and stretched before balling his trash and tossing it into the trash can.

"Are you...you know what? It really isn't good enough. So what did he do? From looking at you and your motives…I would gander that he killed someone?" Emmet glared at him.

"It's none of your business."

"Guys…" I started saying.

"Well from looking at you…you have a sad glint in your eyes, and after your car blew up you seemed even sadder, so you had something in there, or the car was special to you…your first car or…your wife's car?" Emmet said nothing, but the sadness that filled them said all that needed to be said.

"Ah, so that's it, killed your wife? Bullet in the skull? I know that's how he likes to do…" Emmet snarled and lunged at Jacob. I yelped in surprise and jumped back as the two started fighting on the floor.

"Hey!" I yelled, trying to pry Jake off of Emmet. I might as well have been trying to pick up an elephant for all the good I was doing. But I guess he felt me because he got off of Emmet, whose lip was bleeding. Jacob was gripping his stomach slightly but seemed fine other than that. Emmet stood and walked past Jacob, who I was stilling clutching the shirt of mind you. Emmet grabbed his black backpack and turned and started walking towards the door.

"E-Emmet." I said, finally finding my voice. The door was ajar and he was halfway through its threshold.

"He raped and killed her." He said suddenly.

"And the car was the first thing we ever bought together." He stared at me.

"Watch out for yourself kid." Then he closed the door behind him and was gone. I started walking toward the door but Jacob grabbed my arm.

"He needs to be alone kid." I sighed then turned and glared angrily at him.

"Why the hell did you provoke him?"

"I generally like to know about who I am working with. And when he told me that BS story, I needed to know what and why he was lying."

"Well you know what he was lying about…I wanted to ask why he was lying."

"It isn't obvious? He simply just doesn't want to talk about it…it's probably killing him inside…" Jacob groaned and grabbed his stomach. I hadn't noticed at first because his hand had been covering it but now I got a good look at his wound from that little tussle with Emmet. The shirt was a little tattered and he looked like he was bleeding.

"Damn he has sharp ass nails." He growled.

"Oh…here take off your shirt I'll bandage it for you…" I turned and went to the bathroom, looking through my bath essentials until I found my box of band-aids. I also wet a white towel the hotel had in the bathroom and quickly walked out. Jacob had off his shirt, his abs ripped and his arms and chest still smooth and firm. I quickly tried to ignore the fact and started patting the little bleeding nail marks with the towel. While I did this, I looked up at his chest, his nipples erect and I suddenly wanted desperately to put my head against his chest.

I realized suddenly that I was hard as a rock down there and tried to ignore that fact. Luckily the bed comforter concealed that fact and I kept going at his wound.

After it was dry and stopped bleeding, I put two little band-aids over the nail marks and smiled and looked up at his face, which had been watching me the whole time with an amused eye.

"All done." I stood suddenly and realized my mistake. I was still hard and now there wasn't a comforter to conceal it anymore. Now here I was, my large tent of a pants pointing right at his chest, while I blushed in embarrassment.

"Oh…I'm…sorry…" I quickly turned and started walking to the bathroom quickly.

But suddenly he grabbed my arm.

He yanked me back to him, me suddenly falling back onto his lap. My butt was on his left leg, my clothed back was pressed against his chest, and my head was just under his chin, I fit perfectly.

"J-Jacob…"

"Just call me Jake." He said against my neck, which he was currently nuzzling with his nose.

"J-Jake..."

"Don't fight it…I know what you want." He said, wrapping his arms around my stomach and pulling me tightly against him.

"I'm willing to oblige…only if you want me too…" I started shaking, shivering under his touch. His hands wandered my body, touching parts of me no one had ever touched before, sides myself.

"I…I've never…had sex, before." I whispered shakily, no one had ever made me this shaky before. My whole life I had had control over everything I did and always prided myself for being strong and independent, but now I felt nervous, shaky, and scared about what I was doing, unsure of myself, no one had ever made me feel like this…until now.

"It's alright…I will make it as good and as special as possible…I'll be gentle." I had hired this man to help me catch father's killer…and now he was talking about taking my virginity…but making it so special for me…and I had seen him naked...

Finally, the thought of him naked, willingly touching me and taking away my virginity…being inside me…our bodies becoming one…that made my decision.

"Ok." I said, twisting my head to find his only a few centimeters apart, his beautiful brown eye staring and his hot breath smelling so good.

"Alright." He said, pressing his nose against mine and closing his eye.

"You have to…be gentle though." I whispered hoarsely. He opened his eye, staring deep into my soul, and finally closed the distance between us just as he reclosed his eye. His lips were soft and warm, making me tingle all over my body. His heart and mine beat loudly as his softly licked my lips and came at me again, making me shiver once more. He finally let my lips go and started planting little kisses all over my face, wherever his lips touched, that spot seemed to tingle in an indescribable way.

"Of course I'll be gentle…" he caressed my cheek before started to lift up my shirt. I let him take it off and toss it away. He twisted me around so my chest was pressed up against his own, my legs on either side of his own. He wrapped his arms around me and his body heat filled my being. He loosed them and watched me with curious eyes, letting my hands wander his body and touch his chest and stomach and arms. I was looking down at his stomach, unable to help myself. I let my fingers trail his stomach and looked up at him and found he had a small smile on his face.

He suddenly kissed me again; his lips made me feel like he was sending an electrical current rushing through my lips to the rest of my body. I was shaking, ether from him or excitement, or both. He slowly started twisting us around; soon I was on my back in the middle of the bed, my feet just inside the bed and not dangling. He slowly kissed down my lips, to my chin, to my Adams apple, to my chest, to my abs, until stopping at my belly button. He started shimming off my pants, my tent still fully formed. He tossed my sweatpants away and started a moment at the tip of my underwear tent, which was slightly wet now. He pulled that off too, leaving me nude under his evaluating eye.

He kissed slowly back up my body kissing my chest slowly before finding my lips again. Then things sped up a little bit. While he kissed my body, his hands traveled around my body, finding sensitive spots, rubbing other spots to comfort me when it became hard to breathe. This continued for what could have been an eternity. Nothing else mattered, only him.

He tugged off his pants and underwear at the same time, and slowly lowered himself on top of me, the sweet friction of his cock and mine causing me to moan out random 'oh god's and other things I'm not inclined to speak of. He grinded softly into me, making me scream from the friction.

He sealed the deal with a kiss, the tingle from his kiss with the frottage made me cum all over myself and him, since he was pressed so tightly against me. I was shivering as I came down from my high. He stroked my sweaty forehead and kissed me again.

"Next part is going to be painful…but I'll try to make it as painless as possible." I just nodded, I was simply silly putty now, and he could do whatever he wanted with me. He put three fingers in his mouth and wet them until they came out wet and sloppy. He leaned up on his knees, cum still covering his stomach. I looked down at my own stomach, staring at about the same amount of cum covering my stomach as well. My dick was twitching and still as hard as before, a little cum seeped out of the head. He picked my lower half up by my hips and straddled my legs with his thighs. He suddenly pushed a finger into my pucker, making me yelp in surprise, it didn't hurt, it was just tight. He pushed into me slowly, feeling around my tight walls with gusto. I felt myself contracting on his finger, I didn't mean to but it seemed almost to do it by itself.

"So tight…so fucking tight…" he groaned mostly to himself. I stared at his face, the eye patch still tight on his head, sweat dripping from his hair, his whole body glistening from our sweat.

It almost made me cum again

I took in took in a sharp breath as he suddenly punctured me with two more fingers, burying them so deep inside me I reached his knuckles. I body contracted painfully and I gasped a little as he suddenly began stroking something inside me, something causing so much pleasure, I started dripping that wet stuff from my tip. My mouth opened to moan but no sound escaped me.

He suddenly pulled out all his fingers and I felt weirdly empty. He jumped out of the bed and made for his pack, and pulled out a condom and a little black container. He got back in his former position and unwrapped the condom and slowly rolled in onto his huge cock, stretching back the foreskin to reveal his swollen head.

I had always liked foreskin and often resented my mother for having the doctor remove it when I was born, like most babies.

I watched as he opened the container, full of what I was guessing was lube, and started covering his cock with the stuff. Soon it was glistening like the rest of his body and he recapped it and tossed it on the little bedside counter next to the bed.

"Here we go." He said huskily, lifting my legs and propping them upon his shoulders, my butt pressed up against his steaming hot length. He leaned down, my legs being stretched painfully so he could be closer to me. I watched him grab his girth and position it at my hole. I took a deep breath and cried out a little bit as he pushed his pelvis forward, making his head penetrate me. He kept pushing, never stopping but going slowly, giving me time to get used to his massive length inch by inch.

Finally I was completely impaled on his cock, my breathing hitched and my heart beating a mile a minute. The mere thought of him being inside me was making my head swim, making everything foggy except for him.

I started crying, not because it hurt or I didn't want this…it was because I did want this. Because I wanted this more than anything I had ever wanted anything before. I was happy, so happy that I was losing myself to him, the sadistic; trigger happy bounty hunter that I had met just two days earlier.

He didn't question why I was crying, he simply nuzzled my cheeks, smearing the tears, as he slowly pulled out of me and thrusted back inside. I gasped as he roughly hit that spot inside me.

"Faster." I whimpered. He responded by speeding up, that spot being struck over and over until finally I came again all over us. He groaned against my cheek and I knew he was cumming with me. I started crying again, it was so incredible, it felt so good…I had never felt so good in my entire life. He was breathing heavily against my neck. I felt myself contracting on his cock again and he slowly, almost regretfully, pulled himself out of me. I couldn't even see his cock anymore it was so full of cum. He pulled it off and tossed it in the trash, then looked down at me with an unreadable eye.

"You ok?" he asked me suddenly, cautiously.

"Y-ya…" I said, wiping up my tears.

"It was just…so…" he lowered himself back over me and kissed me, the electricity still running through my body.

"I know." He smiled down at me; my body still a mess of cum.

"Let's get you cleaned up…" he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He put me on the bathroom counter and wet another of the white towels and started gently rubbing the cum off of my stomach and chest, then my private area. He was even gentler there. Then when he was done, I did the same for him. Washing his stomach then chest, and trying to be gentle with his huge girth, which made him smile. He kissed me when I was done, then picked me back up and carried me to the bed.

"We can take a proper shower tomorrow." He said with a smile, tucking me under the covers. He got in with me and I found myself snuggling up against him. He smiled and wrapped his arms around my body before letting me go.

"One second."

He jumped out of bed, his ass jiggling a little as he did, making me blush because of its continued perfection, and he suddenly turned off the lights, leaving us in pitch blackness. He tucked a gun under the pillow we were sharing, I could feel its shape, and then he was back in with me, letting me snuggle against his chest.

"Has anyone ever told you…"

"My ass is perfect?" he chuckled. I smiled.

"How did you guess?"

"Well you stare at it a lot so I just assumed…" I smirked and let my hand trail over his skin and leaned down a little so I could reach his butt, letting my hand rub its smooth, bubbly perfection.

"You got a fetish I assume?" Jake chuckled as I squeezed it.

"Just a little." I giggled tiredly, moving back up and snuggling against him.

"I can tell." He said with a smile, kissing my head, making it tingle as I fell asleep.

Wow…so I think that might maybe be one of my best lemons ever…I guess that's up for you guys to decide! Please review…oh and I believe there are going to be…Ohh two more chapters let's say.

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