Ellie
Mack traced his fingers over my stomach. His eyes were on me, hard and heavy with desire. Then he crawled up and kissed me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and tangling it with mine. I grabbed his face eagerly, feeling his hard cock rubbing against my wet sex. I needed more, wanted to feel his skin caressing mine. I lifted my hips to get more friction. I was so needy for him.
He was so good with helping to ease the tension, letting me forget about everything else. In that moment we were together and that was all that mattered. His mouth was hard devouring mine, his lips teased and sucked. He moaned my name, gripping my hips in his palms, sliding his finger back to my sex. I cried out as he stroked the lips of my sex spreading my arousal. He moved his head to my neck and inhaled deeply. He bit my shoulder, marking me, claiming me as his and then his lips were feasting on my neck, showering me with kisses and nips and licks.
“Let’s get rid of that, shall we? I need to see you naked,” he said, and helped me to remove my T-shirt and bra. Within moments I was lying naked on the bed shivering in anticipation. I frowned as I realised he was still fully clothed, staring straight into my eyes. He slapped my hand when I reached out to touch the bulge his dick made in his pants, growling out, “I am in control here, Angel. Everything is when I say and on my terms.” He stood from the bed and watched me lie there naked and ready for him. “Open your legs for me, Angel. Show yourself to me.”
I bent my knees and moved my legs apart so he could see me. I was nervous about being laid bare for him, hoping I pleased him. “Touch yourself; let me see how you like to please yourself.” He took his shirt off and toed his shoes off, kicking them to the side. He leaned back against the TV unit and folded his arms across his chest. “Show me, Angel, I’m waiting.”
I was mortified; I had never masturbated for anyone else before. I screwed my eyes shut and started to cup my breast with my left hand, trailing down my tummy with my right, stroking the flesh on my lower abdomen just above my pubic bone. Pinching my nipple until it was a hard bud.
“Angel, I need to see your eyes. Open them for me.” Opening my eyes, I flushed red. This seemed so personal and I felt so exposed by his request. “I always give you pleasure, Angel. I always make sure you are taken care of. I just want to see how you take care of yourself. Nothing to be ashamed of. You are beautiful.”
He smiled a lazy grin at me and it gave me courage. Widening my legs, I slid my hand down and into my folds spreading my cream around my hardened clit, I sighed at the pleasure in the contact and started to gently circle my clit, my other hand continuing to tease my sensitive nipples. I could feel my orgasm building and I arched my back slightly, my breath becoming shorter. Pushing two fingers of my left hand into my opening, wishing it were Mack there instead, I ground my hips against my hand trying to find my release. Looking at Mack, I could see I was affecting him. His hand was rubbing his dick through his jeans and his eyes were almost black with desire. I could feel my orgasm getting closer; I was almost there.
“Stop, Angel, hands by your sides. Do not touch.”
“What? Are you kidding me? I need to come. Please don’t make me stop,” I begged him. Leaning between my thighs, he inserted two fingers into me. The joy of having him stimulate me when I was so close made me call out.
“You forget, Angel, this is my pussy. I decide the pleasure you receive.”
I was so close, just one more stroke and I would burst into bliss, but he removed his fingers. I felt the loss of him keenly and pressed my thighs together for some relief. “ No, Angel, don’t forget the rules. When I say you can come you will come.” I was desperate, panting—my body on fire. I started to shake with the need to release.
“You can’t do this to me, Mack. I need to come. You can’t torture me like this,” I begged, almost in tears. I was delirious with need.
“Turn over, Angel. Lie on your tummy.” I did as he asked, hoping that it would get me closer to release.
“My beautiful impatient girl,” he said, picking something up from the floor. He knelt on the bed next to me and leaned over to place kisses on my shoulders. “I need to teach you a lesson; there is an old saying: all good things come to those who wait. Have you heard that before?”
He straddled my thighs and slid his hand down my arm and placed it behind my back. Doing the same with the other arm, he fastened them together with what I assumed was my bra. He slid from the bed and pulled my legs so I moved towards the edge where he picked me up by my waist so I was face down, arse up. “Oh, my beautiful Angel, that is some view,” he growled out, sounding close to losing his cool. I waited to see what would happen next. Hearing the unmistakable sound of his zipper, I wiggled my hips in anticipation. I could hear the movement of clothes but nothing else for what seemed ten minutes but was more like twenty seconds. Then a breath of cool air blew against my hot sex, making me cry out at the attention.
Mack waited to the count of ten, and then he licked my clit with the flat of his tongue moving up to my entrance. He gripped my thighs keeping me in place and thrust his tongue deeper. I couldn’t keep myself from moaning. My orgasm started to build once more and I was desperate to find my release. Mack suckled on my clit, humming and grazing me with his teeth, sliding a finger in and out. The way he fucked me with it was absolute bliss. I couldn’t keep still. I ground my hips against his face needing this more than the air in my lungs. Pressure started to build low in my belly.
“Oh, Mack, I’m going to come, oh god, Mack!” I yelled.
Then he was gone. I had been teetering on the edge and he left me hanging. I gasped air into my body, unable to find the words of frustration when I felt his cock ram home. He held my waist and buried himself into me over and over, my channel squeezing him tight sucking him into my body, his balls stimulating my clit with every thrust.
“Angel, let me hear you, tell me who owns this pussy!” he yelled hitting that magic spot inside me.
“Oh fuck, Mack,” I sobbed, “you own my pussy. It’s yours,” I screamed as my orgasm finally washed over me, making me lose my vision behind a blur of bliss, my body tightening and sucking Mack in further as he reached his release too. Mack collapsed next to me on the bed, both of us heaving for breath. I was vaguely aware of Mack removing my bra from my wrists and covering us both with the duvet.
Mack
The morning light blinded me as I awoke in a strange room with a hot body in my arms. I was dreaming about Charlotte again, her soft skin caressing mine, her smile. After a moment I recognised the space around me. Last night was unexpected. Yet again Ellie made me lose control. She consumed me slowly. She was unlike anyone else I’d ever met before. I fucked her last night and I didn’t feel guilty about it at all.
My desire burned for her. My dead cells were reawakened; the need to be close to her was back. Every time she whimpered I was overwhelmed with euphoria and need of full control.
I had no idea how long this could last, maybe a few more weeks. I wasn’t delusional. I was working undercover, trying to catch a notorious drug smuggler. Ellie wasn’t my future. Yes, she pulled me away from the misery I carried, but this wouldn’t last. We were both too damaged.
She turned around, blinked a few times, and smiled at me.
“Morning.”
“Morning, Angel,” I said, knowing that I shouldn’t get too attached. No one could replace my wife, and Ellie would hate me once she learned the truth about me. “I need to be in work in an hour. Plenty of time to enjoy myself for a bit longer.”
I winked at her and she smiled. I liked looking at her so relaxed and happy. She reached out and traced her fingers over my chest, licking her lips. Fuck, I was hard within seconds. She had no idea how sexy she was. How come this woman had such a profound effect on me?
I needed to get back to the apartment and relay all I had learned to Claire about Johnny Hodges, but I didn’t want to think about my duties yet.
“Why do you have this scar? What happened?” she asked.
I looked at where her fingers were and I stilled. Two years ago, I had a call out to one of the areas in East Glasgow. I wasn’t ready; it was a year after Charlotte’s death. My shrink had given me the all clear only because I was telling him what he wanted to hear. I was lying to everyone then, Dad, my sister, and my new partner.
“I was shot. There was a robbery in the house,” I explained. I felt like a scumbag, misleading her about who I was, about this scar. She couldn’t know that she was in danger.
She lifted herself on her elbows, staring at me with disbelief. One of the guys was supposed to cover me, but his gun jammed and he didn’t fire in time. I lay on the pavement in my own blood for a good ten minutes before any other unit could get to me. It was the scariest moment in my life. I was ready to die then, but for some reason God spared my pathetic life.
“Were you with Claire then?” she asked, staring at me intensely, her fingers gently brushing the thin scar on my skin.
I remembered waking up in the hospital several hours later, crying like a fucking baby. It was then I realised that I had to keep living, breathing the air that Charlotte had once breathed, tasting the food that she liked. I knew that I couldn’t cope. I didn’t want to. Dad came to visit me and he knew that I wasn’t right. After the operation, the surgeon had given the go ahead. I was transferred to a private psychiatric ward to help me work through my guilt and my grief. Dad was with me the whole time, trying to tether me to the living world.
“Luckily she was away, so she didn’t have to deal with it,” I said, and sat on the bed. Maybe I had taken this whole thing with her too far. I was losing my focus, but at least Ellie had given me crucial information, something that could finally push the whole operation forward.
“Maybe it was better that she wasn’t there when it happened. I remember when one of my friends was burgled a couple of years ago. At that time I was away in Shetland Islands and she was supposed to look after the house. It was—”
“Shetland Islands? Why did you go there?” I asked, bewildered.
“I was with this guy at the time and we wanted to have a short break away, somewhere quiet and picturesque, and he picked the Shetland Islands. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t ever choose to go there, but I was smitten with him and when he suggested it I cringed,” she explained, smiling to herself like she was bringing back good, playful memories from the past. “And I never regretted that I traveled there. I’ve discovered the most idyllic and perfect location in the whole universe, and the best part—the islands were still in Scotland.”
My pulse speeded up instantly and I wondered if she was messing with my head. We couldn’t possibly have that in common. This simply sounded too good to be true. Shetland Islands were Charlotte’s and my favorite destination. It was expensive to get there, but we always liked pursuing unknown places. One day Charlotte told me that she wanted to visit Lerwick and an hour later we were heading to the airport. We lived on an impulse, making plans as we were going along. Lerwick port turned out to be one of the most fascinating places that I ever visited. When we were at the Island, we weren’t rushing anywhere; life was slow and we were happier than ever before. After that one trip, we kept going back, to be closer with nature and all the great people that we’d met out there.
“Okay, this will sound very strange, but Shetland Islands is one of these places that I kept visiting over and over again. Every time I’m there I keep falling in love with it more and more,” I said, clearing my throat, letting her know that I was absolutely serious. She gasped, widening her eyes, shaking her head. “It looks like our life just keeps throwing surprises at us. I would love to take you there one day, Ellie.”
I was imagining visiting the same places with Ellie where I took Charlotte all those years ago, eating in the same pubs and restaurants, making love in the beautiful stone cottage by the fire. Not many people appreciated the islands and I had a hard time believing that Ellie had been there too.
“God, Mack, I’m in love with Lerwick and all the other islands. I stay in the cottage in the port … this sounds so crazy.”
“Yes, I’m shocked too,” I admitted, thinking that maybe I was reading too much into this. Yes, we both enjoyed the same beautiful destination, that raw part of Scotland, but that didn’t mean we had a future together, that we were made for each other. I cleared my throat, ready to end this conversation. “Anyways, I have to get ready for work. It’s late and I want to avoid morning traffic if I can help it.”
She nodded, still staring at me like she was seeing me for the first time in her life. I headed to the bathroom, and once there I started taking a few deep breaths to calm my racing pulse. I thought that I could never go back to Shetland Islands, because of Charlotte, but now I wasn’t so sure that I could simply forget about it, knowing that Ellie not only understood me, but also that she was in love in Lerwick just like Charlotte was. I had an urge to get back to the room, slip back into bed and make love to her. Instead I forced myself to take a shower, remembering that I was still an undercover detective that was pursing another case. This was real life and I was too fucked up to believe in fairy tales. This was just one hell of a coincidence.
Ellie was dressed when I came out of the bathroom. She sensed the distance that I put between us but didn’t press me to talk. We said our goodbyes and an hour later I was driving to the depot feeling conflicted. My Angel didn’t expect anything from me or ask me to give up my life for her. She didn’t trust me yet, and that was understandable after what happened with that asshole and Jonathan Grant.
Raj briefed me quickly and I was back on the road, faster than I planned. The other guys worked in the afternoons. Claire didn’t ask any questions of me when I came back to the complex in the evening. I hadn’t learned anything new. Lurkin wasn’t in the office and Raj wasn’t too keen on talking to me. He just wanted to do his job and go home. She fucking knew that her questions would put me on edge, and besides that, she was tracking my phone. I briefed her with everything I knew from Ellie, and we discussed the plan for the next week without arguments this time.
From then on, I slipped back into a routine. I woke up in the morning, drove to the depot and then started my shift. I was losing days and nothing was happening. Slowly the frustration started to show. I wasn’t picking up anything suspicious on Lurkin’s stock. Claire kept telling me to be patient, but I was on edge, trying not to think about Ellie and her beautiful skin. Each day I wondered if I was doing the right thing, getting close to her or even thinking about her. She was avoiding me again, and I couldn’t keep an eye on her because I was on the road most of the time.
I fucking missed her, and I was jeopardising the progress that Claire and I made. My sex with her was impulsive. Everything I had done so far seemed focused on her. Charlotte often pointed out that I needed to try harder; my impulsive personality was holding me back.
Then, a week later after arriving at work, I noticed that the depot was much busier than usual. I spotted new guys loading trucks and some youngsters by the door. Raj saw me and approached me as soon as I walked in.
“You will be driving with Marvin tonight. He’s part of the old crew. Mr. Lurkin thinks that you’re ready for more challenging work,” he said. I nodded and followed him towards the group of guys that stood at the back. Raj introduced me around and explained that I was to join them.
Marvin turned out to be a young Scottish lad who smelled like he had been smoking weed for years. I was also introduced to Greg, Dan and Leigh.
“So you’re the new guy, huh? Fuck, I thought you would be younger.” Marvin laughed.
“Well, I thought that your balls would have dropped. Looks like we’re both shit out of luck, mate,” I shot back and the rest of the guys laughed. Marvin laughed too, and then gave me a brief overview of the crew. Greg was forty-three and had been working for Lurkin for over a year. Dan and Leigh were new like me. I chatted with them, waiting for Marvin to get on with things, keeping an eye on the stock. Lurkin was clever, but I knew that he was smuggling coke in some of the trucks. The problem was that I couldn’t fucking prove it, and until I could, I had to keep playing my role.
“Lurkin is loaded. It looks like I should be into the food business. That’s where the money is,” muttered Greg, playing some stupid game on his iPhone.
“I have no idea. It sounds to me like he got lucky,” I responded.
“Nah, he just knows the right people,” he added and then smiled like he knew more than he was prepared to say. I wanted to ask him what he meant, but that fucking Marvin was calling me to get into the truck because he wanted to head out earlier.
Marvin was just a kid, a very mouthy kid who had a tendency to talk over me. Halfway through our delivery schedule, I learned that he grew up on a council estate along with seven other siblings. His father wasn’t around much and his mother worked two jobs to keep paying the bills.
His cousin worked for Lurkin, so he managed to get him a job too. I was nodding, trying to figure out if Lurkin trusted him enough to get him involved with the drugs. The job was simple: we were delivering some Asian food products around most of Edinburgh and Marvin’s job was to introduce me to all the other clients.
I kept my story to myself and told him what he needed to hear, about Claire and how nagging she had been at times. When we stopped for lunch and Marvin relaxed a bit more, he began telling me about his time on the streets when he was part of a gang.
“My Ma was trying to keep us all out of trouble, you know, but my cousin introduced me to some people. Couple of years ago he got stuck in one of the houses when two police chicks invaded the house. Someone from the gang managed to let the others know and they were quickly surrounded,” Marvin was saying.
“Yeah, and what happened then?”
“Man, you should have seen it. One of them got inside, but then she got cornered. Apparently there was some dude there who was directly linked to Johnny Hodges. That chick had no chance. He got ordered to make an example out of her.”
“Where was this, in Edinburgh?” I questioned, the hairs on the back of my neck rising at the way-too-familiar sound of this story.
“Near Glasgow. Well, that guy was psycho. He fucked her so bad that he killed her, but the boss was happy. You know what they say about Johnny Hodges, right?”
I lost my bearings then and nearly cut off the circulation to my hands gripping the wheel so hard, knowing what woman Marvin was talking about.
