Eyes In The Dark

DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN - DON'T SUE. THAT'S IT.


“Hey! Where you goin, puddin?”

Shoving past one of the scantily dressed race whores that littered the house, Charlotte flipped Leon the bird, ignoring his question as she stomped toward the front door. From behind her she heard an indignant protest and a thump, then rapid footsteps following her.

“Charlie! Charlie, wait up, puddin!” Leon’s voice called from behind her. She kept walking, shrugging into her jacket as she neared the open door. She could hear the whispers following her, the skanks murmuring amongst themselves as she passed them. How dare she ignore Leon was the general gist of most of it, the rest of it ‘isn’t that Vince’s woman? God she’s got a fat ass! I could make him so much happier.’

“Yeah well, looks like one of you did.” She mumbled almost inaudibly, pushing the security door open and letting it bang shut behind her. Out the font she could still hear the music pounding inside, the laughter and shouting that was commonly associated with one of the team’s after parties. She stopped half way down the footpath and took a deep breath, inhaling the semi fresh air. Inside it smelled like an old ashtray that hadn’t been emptied in months crossed with a brewery – and in some places in the house, a brothel.

She could hear trainers scraping against the footpath, nearing her with each step.
“Puddin? What’s up?” a long arm curled around her shoulder, lips pressing against her temple softly. She leant into the half hug, leaning her head against Leon’s shoulder for a moment before straightening. Leon was her uncle, but as there was such an age gap between him and her father in the end there was only a few years between her and him. It made no sense to be calling him ‘uncle’.

“You were right, Le – I shouldn’t have trusted that stupid son of a bitch. He’s not worth my time and I deserve better.” She looked up at him, knowing he was too drunk to understand and smiled gently, ushering him back inside before starting back down the path.

She wasn’t even to the bottom step again before she heard his voice, ordering to know where she’d gone. Charlotte picked up the pace, hurrying down the footpath and onto the street, heading for her car. She was almost there when she heard the door back at the house bang shut and rapid footfalls against the concrete. They were heavy and measured, obviously belonging to a big man and from the sounds of things, they were getting closer.

“Charlotte! CHARLOTTE DIMINGUES - FUCKING STOP RIGHT THERE!”

She ignored him, fumbling with her keys as she scrambled to unlock the door of her midnight blue 67 Shelby GT500. It had been her father’s when he was younger and both she and her uncle – Leon – had learned how to drive in it. When she’d turned seventeen it had been given to her as a birthday gift. Leon and Vince had done most of the work on it that had needed to be done and that was it – that was how she’d met him.

Only now she was wishing she hadn’t. She’d gone into the kitchen to get another drink when she’d seen him sitting at the table with some cheap, rake thin skank in his lap all over him. He could have at least had the sense to make sure she wasn’t in the same house before he started fucking around on her! Sure things weren’t always hearts and flowers between them, but they were still together. Charlotte knew that he could get any woman he wanted – pretty much – but there was no reason for him to rub that in her face.

“Charlotte will you fuckin stop?!” She could hear him, so close now that she could almost feel his warmth behind her then it hit her. His body slammed into her from behind and drove her forward against the side of her car, her keys clattering to the road and beneath the car.

His breath was hot in her ear and she could feel every inch of his hard body against her, his chest heaving from exertion as he leaned against her and held her pinned to the door. She could smell her on him, the other woman’s cheap perfume.

“Get the fuck off me, Vincent! You smell like a fucking whore house!” she struggled to free herself but there was no moving his bulk. “GET OFF ME V!” she thrashed wildly between him and the car, desperate to get away from there so she could go home and drink herself into a stupor, then toss all his things on the front lawn and have a bonfire. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan, she thought.

Vince pressed himself harder against her, effectively pinning her securely, his long fingers wrapped around her upper arms as he grazed his cheek over hers.
“You’ve got it all wrong, Charlotte – you’re so fuckin wrong.” He was the only one who called her Charlotte – he refused to call her Charlie as it was a mans name and she was far too sexy to have a mans name in his opinion. Or at least it was his opinion. After what she’d seen in the kitchen she wasn’t sure what to think now. All she knew for sure is that she was pissed off and wanted to go home.

“You know, V – I really don’t think I am. What it looked like to me was that slut pawing you,” she turned to look back at him slightly, a small sneer on her face, “-and I’m pretty sure it was her hands I saw down your pants.” She laughed humourlessly. “Though I don’t know what she thought she’d find down there – God knows things always seem to come up a little short with you.”

Charlotte cried out sharply as Vince bucked his hips against her ass, grinding the hardening bulge in his pants against her ass.
“Now baby you know that’s a lie,” his voice rasped in her ear, his hot breath scalding her cheek, “- you know you’re lying.”
Her eyes fell shut, still squirming as she tried to free herself from his grip. She was lying and by god did she know it. Vince was the only man she’d ever been with that left her doubting her ability to walk the next day, the only one by far that made her feel like she was being split in two every time he pushed inside of her.

Sure there had been other men, but none of them had come close to making her feel the way he did.

“So help me God, Vincent,” she uttered lowly, “- let. Me. Go.” She shoved herself backward, trying to dislodge him that way and only succeeded in ramming him in the chest. His mouth was so close to her ear, his breath hot as he pushed back against her in kind.
“Now why would I want to be doing that?” there was something primal in his voice, that low rumble going straight to her belly, then lower. Despite herself and what she’d just seen in the kitchen, when his hand crept higher up her thigh and pushed beneath her skirt, tracing over the light cotton of her panties heat flooded her entire body. Vince liked her wearing cotton panties, said it made her look more innocent in a way – he didn’t like her looking like the race whores in their lacy scraps of nothing.

Though he 'still' deemed that bitch in the kitchen fair game – she renewed her struggle to get away from him.

“You dirty bastard! Get your fucking hands off me before I-”

He was suddenly closer, his big booted foot wedging itself between her feet, kicking her legs apart so he could stand between them.
“Before you what?” He pushed her top half forward with one hand as he tugged her hips back with the other, his hand pushing back beneath her skirt and thick fingers sliding beneath the elastic of her panties. “Call your uncle? He’s such a fucking freak that he’s more likely to sit back and watch, Charlotte.”

She hung her head, watching his hand as it slipped deeper into her panties, her skirt now pushed up around her waist. She almost moaned aloud when she felt the rasp of his callused fingers against her clit, then they slipped down further into her dripping slit, the roughened pads of his index and middle finger teasing her entrance in alternating strokes.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you 'Charlie' – your Uncle Le sitting there watching as you bounced on my fat cock – not knowing whose name to scream out first.” His voice was harsh, almost scathing as he growled into her ear. She could feel him hard as a rock against her ass and was a little perturbed by the effect his words were having on her. She was practically dripping with need now. His beard scraped her cheek, his tongue snaking out to lick the corner of her mouth. “It’s making you hot, isn’t it,” two fingers found their way inside her pussy, probing roughly, “- the look on his face as he brings himself off, watching your tits bounce with every fucking thrust onto my cock.”

Charlotte whimpered, spreading her legs wider for him, uncaring that she’d been trying to get away from him. His fingers slipped deeper, his entire hand inside her panties now, palm rubbing against her swollen lips and clit as he scissored his fingers inside her. She shivered, pushing down against his hand as she heard his low burbling chuckle in her ear, teeth scraping the flesh lightly.

“Oh you do like that, don’t you Charlie..” his thumb came up to circle her clit, slick with the juices from her throbbing core. “What would uncle Leon say if he knew the thought of him watching us fuck turned you on? Huh?” he emphasised his question with a harsh twist of his fingers, stretching her almost painfully. Vince had never been gentle in bed, but tonight he seemed to be a little less controlled than usual – making a statement. “You two have always been close, haven’t you, Charlotte?” When she didn’t answer, he slid his fingers from the tight cavern of her pussy and brought them up to squeeze her clit. “Haven’t you.”

She cried out, twisting against the circle of his arm around her waist. “God – Yes! Yes, we have!” she near sobbed when the elastic of her panties snapped against her skin as his hand left them, the sting adding to her discomfort. He was teasing her. She’d been ready to leave before he’d started this and as angry as she still was at him, she wanted more.

Long fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back against his shoulder and his head dipped to her neck, nipping and licking. He was so hard now, straining against the coarse denim of his jeans, the zipper scraping against her ass through her thin panties. She squirmed, the metal tab biting into her skin painfully as he ground against her, forcing her further forward into the side of the car.

She could feel his fingers on her jaw, the ones that had just been inside her and turned her head slightly to look over her shoulder at him. His eyes were dark, almost black with desire as he traced her bottom lip in short sloppy strokes, her mouth falling open slightly. Charlotte could feel him throbbing against her hot core, his hips rocking painfully slow against the crotch of her panties. His fingers slipped into her mouth, her lips closing around them, tongue curling to taste them.

His breathing became sharp, his hips pushing harder against her as his other hand fumbled with her skirt, tugging it higher and pushing her panties down around her thighs.

Charlotte lapped at the digits in her mouth, tasting herself on them, enjoying the feeling of his rough fingers scraping her tongue. She loved the taste of his skin, could happily spend all night licking and sucking every inch of his body, but when it was combined with her own juices, it made her wild and Vince knew it. He’d often lap at her pussy like a starved man then seize her mouth with his own, his tongue coated in her essence just to get her going. Unbeknownst to her, her eyes having fallen shut in rapture, Vince was looking back over his own shoulder, grinning. He turned back toward her, leaning down to firmly bite her shoulder.

“Spread your legs like a good little slut, 'Charlie'.” He ordered softly, one hand unbuttoning the fly of his jeans the other delving beneath the fabric of her top to cup her breast. His fingers twisted at her nipple, tugging and rolling at the painfully hard nub.

She did as she was told, eager to have his cock inside her, kicking her panties off in the process. Moaning when she felt his leaking cock pressed against her ass, Charlotte wriggled her hips and opened her legs wider.

“That’s a girl,” Vince growled, guiding his cock between her legs, sliding the head up and down her dripping slit, “- do you want this, Charlotte? Do you want me to fuck you like the dirty bitch you are?”

Her temper flared, incredulous. “I am not-” she cried out and arched forward, her breasts pushing against the window as the thick head of his cock breached her opening, pushing a few inches inside. Vince’s hand, trapped between her and the window squeezed the firm globe of her breast roughly.

“You are a dirty bitch – the thought of your beloved Uncle Le watching us turns you on, baby.” He smirked pushing a couple of inches deeper into her pussy. He didn’t give her a chance to protest this time, slamming all the way home and lifting her onto her tip toes. Charlotte screamed out, her fingers groping at the roof of the car, skin shrieking as it slid across the highly polished surface.

She felt Vince’s hand behind her knee, lifting her left leg higher to hook over his arm so he could get a better angle.

“Say it,” he panted in her ear, his thick length pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust, “- I want to hear you say it while I’m fucking you!” His jeans slipped a little lower, his thighs slick with her juices as they gushed from her.

“I,” she whimpered, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her entire body as his cock plundered her pussy, driving her into the car door, “-fuck!” A squeal escaped her when he started to put all his weight behind his thrusts.

“Charlotte! SAY IT!”

Almost sobbing now, she pushed back against his cock, driving it deeper inside her. “I want him to watch,” she moaned sharply, “I want him to watch us fuck!” Hearing it come from her mouth seemed to spur Vince on even more and he tore his hand from inside her top, bringing it up to grab a handful of her wavy blonde hair. He pulled on it, tugging her head back and licking her neck. His breath burned across her wet skin, making her stomach clench. She was so close now.. Oh, so close. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her hands reaching back behind her, nails digging into his bucking hips.

Vince’s raspy chuckle tickled her ear, his fist tightening in her hair and tugging her head further back. “Open em – open your eyes, Charlotte.”

The darkness assaulted her eyes as soon as she opened them, then things started to come into focus and she gasped.

“He is watching.”

The words in her ear barely registered as she stared down Leon, his wiry form resting against the neighbours fence, his hands tightly clutching the posts. For a second she felt her heart stop, then all at once her orgasm crashed down over her and she cried out, clutching at Vince as she bucked and writhed against him. Distantly she heard something spoken, but she was so tangled in the sensations washing over her that she didn’t hear what was said. Just was the wave started to ebb, she felt Vince buck one last time and his heavy bulk sagged against her back, a low groan in her ear as he spilled his seed inside her.

She was panting softly, sandwiched between Vince and the car with his cock still buried inside her, staring through heavy lidded eyes at Leon. He was staring right back at her, his mouth slightly open, his chest heaving ever so slightly.
In her ear, Vince started to chuckle and she felt the wet drag of his tongue against her cheek. “Told you he was a freak.”