Auspicious Delights | Complete

HIs wallet lay open on the side table.

Bound in cheap, black leather, the shiny, gold badge and white card boldly emblazoned with ‘FBI’ was joined by his holster and standard issue Glock 17. Beneath the jumbled lettering of his host agency, smirked an up-close photo of his face. Young, handsome, and clearly Asian, Dray Tan was a sight to behold.

Slowly, I drag my eyes from the wallet to the nearby window. Streaks of morning light leak through the drawn shades, carefully tracing the wide white planks to illuminate the quiet room. My neighbor, Elyse Miles, stands in her flower garden, right outside my window with her head turned to inspect the big, black SUV waiting at my curb. The soft sweet scent of fresh flowers wafts through the screens, mixing with the calm call of chicks from their nests.

His dark voice washes over me. It’s a gentle reminder to keep quiet and just enjoy, but I’m on edge. Down the hall is my boyfriend of the last year, passed out from a 14 hour shift at the nearby prison. He sleeps there to avoid waking me up, and all I wish for is his presence at the door.

But could he keep me safe? Against Dray? Probably not.

“You’re being too loud, Asia,” Dray teases. “You don’t want to wake Luke, do you? You don’t want him to see you like this? See you spread open and cumming on my cock, do you?”

“No.” I murmur, squirming. “Please, no.”

How did he find me? I’d done everything I could! Everything right!

Two years ago, I disappeared off the east coast and landed in a podunk town along the west border of Texas. I’d left behind my name, my business, friends, and connections to forge a new life — a better life. Yet, here was the man of my wet dreams — nightmares.

“You’re getting close, again. Do you want to cum, Asia?”

No, I didn’t want to cum, but I wasn’t sure I could stop it.

Dray knew my pussy better than I did and the piercing affixed to the end of his cock was digging deep inside of me. Delirious, my eyes roll back in my head as I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. The bird’s singing only covered so much, and with the Elyse standing near the open window of my master bedroom, she’d hear it all. And after she heard it, so would the rest of the neighborhood.

“You were always such a good little slut for me.”

I was.

Whatever Dray asked, I did, without issue. And now, with my back arching and my legs spreading wider, I was a reduced back to the begging slut he’d turned me into. God, I’m so pathetic.

“Does he fuck you like this?” No.

“Does he make your pussy sore like me?” No.

“You cum and squirt like a whore for him?” No.

Luke is a good man. He has an okay job, is sweet, honest and I don’t have to guess with him. He’s made me feel safe since the beginning. Qualities Dray never quite mastered. No matter how hard he tried.

But he knew how to do this. He could fuck and fuck good. Fuck so good my legs would shake and I’d struggle to utter complete sentences. Whimpering desperately, I drop my face to the duvet and gather a massive chunk in my mouth.

A few hours ago, when a stern knock broke the quiet in the house, I’d made my way to the door in a rush. I couldn’t risk anyone disturbing Luke. Beyond exhausted, he deserves a little break from the hustle and bustle to sleep. The second the door swung open, all my fears came crashing down.

Standing at the threshold, wearing his signature smirk, was Dray. I didn’t remember him being so tall or broad. Hard muscles traced the length of his shoulders, tangling down his arms to his hands. At his hip, a gun, and in his hands, a badge. Shocked, I didn’t fight as he signaled for me to be quiet and wrapped a hand around my throat to push me back into the house.

He made sure Luke was asleep in the guest bedroom and led me down the hall to the master bedroom. His intimate knowledge of my house made my stomach churn. Just two weeks before his unexpected knock, someone broke into our house. The supposed robbers took nothing, but a stain of unease wiggled its way up my spine.

I begged Luke to get a security system, but he wouldn’t have it. In his mind, cameras, intercoms, and sensors only allowed the government even more power than they had now. Instead, he trotted down to the nearest gun store and came back with a revolver. Then, he said the only security I needed was a Colt .45, and a balanced aim.

Neither the Colt nor my aim kept me safe from Dray. After I kicked away from him and bolted to the closet, I should have known something was wrong — especially when he didn’t pursue me immediately. Our gun safe, once filled with guns and ammo, was pitifully empty. Dray didn’t come for me until I sank to the floor in despair.

“You like that, Asia?” He grunted, pounding harder.

Callused fingers kneaded my heated skin, squeezing my ass and slapping it. Rhythmically, he fucked me like we’d never broken up. Each thrust was well timed and positioned, meant to bring the maximum effect, and I loved, hated every second of it.

Sex perfumes the air. It writhes around his cologne, turning my waking hours into nightmares as I cum like a starving slut on his cock. His groan sends a quiver through me, and he follows, filling me again and again.

“Please, Dray. No more. I can’t take anymore.”

“Ssshh, sshh,” he cautions, leaning over me. I’m still wet, gushing as he presses me down. His cock expands inside of me as it awakens. “You can take it, Asia, I know you can. Do you remember how many times I would make you cum in my bed?”

Yes, I remembered. How could I forget? Shamefully, I wanted more.

“I know you want more. You don’t have to say it — this time.”

Leaning away, his hands come down around my waist to yank me back. Beneath my hips, the brown leather wedge raising my pelvis crinkles softly. This way, I’m trapped between a heavy object and his muscular body.

How is he still hard? I sucked his cock twice. First, on my knees in the closet, with Luke’s button-up shirt ripped open around my shoulders. Second, when he stripped me out of my pleated skirt and g-string. He only made me suck it the second time when I spit after the first.

I wish I could claim innocence. I wish I could claim I didn’t want it. Yet, when he raised me on the bed and spread my legs apart, my hands found their way into his hair as he mouthed my cunt. His tongue worked my clit until I saw stars, and I exploded twice on his curled fingertips. If Luke found out… I was done for.

But I can’t stop the helpless groans spilling out of my lips while his hips work. Drooling, my brain shuts off. Slapping skin and the muffled sliding of body against body leaves a blush to my browned skin, heating me from the inside out.

“How long before the boyfriends wakes up?”

I lie. “30 minutes.”

“Asia,” the hand fisting my straightened hair tightens, and he lifts me off the bed, spearing me painfully deep, “you know how I feel about lying.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Try again.”

“Two hours.”

I wish I could tell you what happened the next hour. All I remember is his cock fucking me on the wedge. Sweat clings to his bared chest, dripping down to caress his rigid abs and Adonis Bow. On my stomach, on my back, and on my knees, I take him. His hands grip and squeeze my breasts as I ride him, eagerly bouncing on his cock like I used to.

It wasn’t until 30 minutes before Luke was due to wake up I knew I was in trouble.

“Let’s get you dressed, Asia.”

“You’re done?” I breathe, sliding off the edge of the bed and falling to the floor.

He ignores me, asking. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Pushing his hands away, my body rests against the chest of drawers near the open bedroom doors. He hadn’t bothered to close them. My heart lurched. What if Luke saw us?

Like a man possessed, he follows. Silently, he leaned against the doorjamb as I freed a clean shirt from Luke’s side of the closet, grab fresh panties and a loose skirt. Turning to head for the bathroom, I jerk as Dray’s hand catches a handful of my ass.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Tipping my head to the side, I stare at him in confusion. “I’m taking a shower.”

“I didn’t say you could take a shower, did I?”

“What?”

“You can take a shower after I’ve left.”

“Then leave. There’s no reason for you to be here.”

“What do you think the neighborhood will think when they see me walking out and Luke has no idea I’ve been here?”

Fear plagues me. “Wha—what? You can’t be serious! You cannot meet him!”

“I wasn’t asking your permission.” His tone stings and I retreat, finding the nearest corner to cower. “Put on the shirt and the skirt.”

“But I’m—”

“You’re what?”

Cringing, I clench my teeth. “Dripping.”

“Are you?” He asks. “Let me see.”

Thick fingers slip inside of me. In and out, his index and middle finger find the place inside of me I know he shouldn’t be touching. My legs spread of their own accord, and his blunt thumb presses my clit, drawing it in practiced circles. I cum hard, slamming my legs together.

“Oh, yeah,” he muses. “You’re soaked.”

“I need to shower.”

“You’ll shower when I’m gone. Shirt and skirt on, don’t make me say it again.”

Nervously, I work the shirt over my shoulders and close it, efficiently flipping the buttons to cover my body. Next is my skirt. Frowning, I step into it, carefully avoiding the drops of semen seeping from inside of me.

“Need some help?”

“No.” I snip, zipping up the skirt’s zipper. His hands seize the pair of lacy panties in my hands before I can put them on. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll wear these.”

A pair of plain, all white boyshorts lift into my view.

“Why?”

“Can’t have you dripping all over the place.”

“Fine, give them here.”

“Not yet.” He checks his watch and reaches out to grasp my wrist. I’m towed out of the closet and into the bedroom where he dresses and grabs his wallet and gun. We exit the bedroom together, passing by the guest room where Luke snores lightly.

“Asia…”

“What?”

And he’s on me. Knocking me against the wall, Dray wraps a hand around my right knee to open my legs. I’m given no time to adjust as his cock impales me in one thrust.

“Sshh, sshh… we have five minutes before he wakes up.”

“Dray, I can’t—”

“You’d better hurry and cum, unless you want your precious boyfriend to find you riding a cock that’s not his.”

Ruthlessly, he drives his hips upward. Biting my wrist, I shriek. My toes curl and my head lulls to the side as he finds his stride, forcefully driving me into the wall at every thrust. I’m shuddering and shivering in his arms, closing white knuckled hands on his shoulders until I squirt all over him.

A quiet laugh puffs out of his mouth when he drops me. As he frees his soft cock, I moan in the back of my throat. Again, the white panties enter my vision.

“Now, you can put them on.”

They slip on easily, sliding up my legs to cover my cunt, and I discover why he chose these. Every time I take a step, his cum leaks out, soaking them. By the time we make it to the door, globs of warm goo stick to the inside of my legs.

“Babe? You up?”

Luke. My face heats. He’s up earlier than I planned. We finished just in time.

“Down here, sweetie.”

His steps echo on the stairs as he descends. I’m standing in front of Dray, facing the front door, when Luke comes into view.

“Hey, can you—who’s this?”

“Hello, Mr. Wise. I’m Agent Tan.” Dray flashes his badge and an easygoing smile. “Following up about a home invasion report from this house a few weeks ago.”

Luke draws eyes to how we’re standing, but drops the defensive look on his face.

“Yeah, nothing was taken, but when Alaska and I got home, the door was kicked in.”

“She said the same thing. Something similar happened in a nearby town and I was sent to follow-up. I hope I didn’t disturb your sleep? You work night shift, right?”

“Yeah, no. Did you need to ask anything of me, or did Alaska answer all your questions?”

“She answered them all.” Dray smirked. “But you may see me once or twice if I need to follow up.”

“That’s alright. I’m glad someone is looking into it.”

Luke focuses on me, eyes hazy from sleep. “Babe, do you mind making me some breakfast? I want to catch a shower.”

Turning my head, I nod with a forced smile on my face. “Sure, I’d be—”

Awkwardly, my sentence breaks off as Dray’s hand slaps against my pussy.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I breathe, clearing my throat when his fingers press my clit, making maddeningly slow circles. “Just still a little jumpy.”

“Okay. Well, it was nice meeting, Agent Tan. Have a good day.”

Dray doesn’t stop until I come on the threshold of my own house. Legs wide with my hands pressed to the doorjamb, I’m riding his fingers hard when I finally detonate. Hard, dark eyes settle on mine when he pulls back.

“I’ll be seeing you, Asia.”

“No, you won’t.” I deny. “We’re over.”

“You can run, but you can’t hide. I’ll follow wherever you go, even if you change your name a million times.”

“Fuck you.” I spit.

“You will, tomorrow morning at Lila’s Pier.”

“And if I don’t show up?”

His eyes narrow dangerously as his jaw clenches. Threateningly, his hand raises to rest near my head. “Then I’ll come here and fuck you again. I won’t care if he’s awake or sleeping. Though… taking your sweet pussy while he waits for his breakfast sounds delicious.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You know I would.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me. 6 AM, Asia. Don’t be late.” He turns to walk, but stops, glancing at me. “One more thing…”

“What, asshole?”

“Wear that little ankle bracelet he bought you for Valentine’s Day.”

“Why?”

He smiles, wide and mocking. “Because I want to fuck you while you’re wearing nothing else.”