Merc's Revenge

A few weeks later a streetwar broke out once the sun went down and Toombs told me to stay inside. He assessed the situation briefly from the open doorway and then ducked back inside, extinguishing the lights and shaking his head.

These scuffles were nothing, like storms really. A few people would get injured, a few more killed, but they were common and unavoidable, and after the rain of violence past, the rats came out to gather the spoils. It's how I got my necklace right after the reconstruction began.

“They’re gonna go all night,” he said, lighting a cigarette. “Best stay in the dark. I hope you’ve got some good stories.”

“Can I have one?” I asked, bravely. Cigarettes were like fine crafted chocolates on New Mecca. You either had a store room full of them or you had none. I’d smoked a cigarette or two in my day, and I was craving one, just from watching it glow between his lips.

He shrugged and threw a slightly battered, bent cigarette at me, then walked over to light it.

“I’m having a bad influence on you, girlie,” he said with a smile.

Gunfire rattled outside, screams followed. I could only see his shining teeth, the glow of his eyes, his skin was like gold when the flame came close to his face.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, pulling out a bottle of clear liquor.

“Fine,” I answered, knowing the motivation.

He poured two drinks in mismatched glasses and handed me one, clinking the top of it once it was in my hand. His eyes never once left mine.

“Here’s to a new partner in crime,” he whispered hoarsely, before throwing back the shot.

There was no more talk as we drank and smoked and listened to the background music of people in pain. My neck felt loose, relaxed, I stretched it from side to side, crossed and uncrossed my legs. Toombs rested back on his elbows, kicking off his boots and staring at the ceiling. I flopped backwards after a fourth drink and he laughed, looking down over his shoulder.

"You look nice once you've healed up," he said.

“I was wondering,” I said, looking at his hands, the muscles in his forearms. “did you want me to repay you now?”

His eyes widened and then he pinned me to the bed, his lips crushed against mine. There was no tenderness, no hesitation. He wanted me, and his long pent up aching was almost violent. After covering my face and throat with kisses, he pulled away and quickly stripped out of his clothes.

“Hurry,” he said to me. “I want to see you. I've been waiting to see you.”

I sat up and pulled off my shirt, forgetting I was supposed to be shy or modest. We were animals mating, that was all. We’d been isolated and injured and we needed release. He told me that it had been a long time. He bent forward and sucked at my nipples while I unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it down over his shoulders.

His body was beautiful and angular, a narrow waist and thick, muscular thighs. His cock surprised me with its length, heavy and already hardening. I licked my lips. He pushed me onto my back again and spread my legs.

“Perfect,” he said. “You’re perfect.”

His hands, calloused and warm, stroked over my breasts and the flat landscape of my stomach. He bent over and bit gently at my hardened nipples. I sucked in my breath and arched my back, pushing myself against his body. I spread my legs wide, resting one of my heels on his back, and his hand wandered down to find the wet tangle of hair covering my pussy.

“Oh, look at you, so wet.”

He brought two of his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. I could see his tongue glistening with warm wetness. He bent down and dipped his tongue into my navel, pushing deep, sending a bolt of electricity to my clit. I groaned and bucked at him, wanting his tongue inside me.

“Lick me,” I said. “I want you to suck my pussy.”

He laughed out loud and crouched between my open thighs. “Anxious little rabbit. I can’t wait to see how you fuck. Oh I missed this smell.” His tongue flicked out over my wet lips and then dipped inside. I squirmed beneath him, wanting more.

“Give me your dick,” I said. “Fuck me hard.”

He looked up, smiled, and flattened himself on top of me, sinking his long prick as far inside as it could go while he held my face in his hands and kissed me deeply, letting me taste my own juices while he thrust in and out.

“You and I are made for each other you little whore.”

I smiled and pushed up to flip him onto his back. He held my waist tightly as I rode him, rolling my hips, my hands on his chest, hair falling over my shoulder to brush over his face. He kneaded my breasts when I arched my back, feeling my muscles tense around his cock.

“Oh God, Too—“

He covered my mouth with his hand, then stuck his thumb in my mouth for me to suck the salt and whiskey from.

“Jason,” he said, bucking up against me. “I’m Jason.”

His eyes rolled back, his fingers dug into my hips. I scratched his chest and screamed. “Oh God Jason, fuck.”