Late To The Party

It was a late morning in the small town you lived in. You, dressed in a casual morning gown, sat outside, waiting for the milkman. He was running late. Again. You tapped your sock clad foot against the wood of your porch, getting impatient. Your coffee was surely getting cold in the pot. You were just about to go in when the sound of a bulky metal truck rolled up. An exhausted ted nivison stepped out of the blinding white truck.

"Sorry, doll. I woke up a bit late." He scratched the back of his neck intently. "Here, milk's on the house." He offered the crate of milk with two outstretched hands. You took it, feeling the heat creep up behind your neck like it always did when he was around.

"thanks. Hey, you should come for dinner later. I don't have anybody else to cook for except me and my cats." You smiled gently. He reciprocated. His eyes were impossibly soft, something you'd never expect to see on a man's face which was that of teds.

"I'd like that. What time should I come?" His face was etched into the absolute epitome of sweetness. He was visibly melting with every word you said.

"around six. Don't get all dressed up either, it's just a plain dinner." You quipped. The man was practically a puddle on the floor by now.

"yes ma'am." He smiled. "See you then!" He beamed. He was definitely soaring. You smiled. This would be fun.

6 P.M.

You were standing over the stove, stirring your pot of chicken and dumplings. The condensation lingered in the room, making it feel slightly hot and sticky. The doorbell rang. Must be Ted! You walked to it and opened it. The man, who wore the milkman outfit before, was now wearing a plain white tee and some Levi's jeans. He looked sexier than ever. His eyes traced your figure, which was now clad in a silky red dress.

"Hello, Ted. Come in." You opened the door fully to allow the man to come in. His tall figure dwarfed almost all the furniture in your home. He smiled down at you. Oh you poor, poor, short soul.

"hi, doll." He crooned. The pet names would always get you. You visibly blushed, not the first time. He sat on your couch.

"I have a few minutes before I have to check the chicken and dumplings." You said while sitting down beside him, a little too close. But Ted didn't mind. His hand found its way to your thigh, landing there and squeezing every so often. You leaned into him, your head now resting on his shoulder. He smelt like sugar and expense.

"Ted?" You questioned, your voice low. He tilted his head to look at you slightly.

"mm?" He hummed. God, he was sexy.

"can we..?" You pulled from his shoulder a few inches and met his eyes before letting your gaze trail to his lips and back up. His face flushed a second before just softly grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. He licked the inside of your mouth with intensity, as you did the same to him. You both pulled away after a few seconds, a string of shared salvia connecting you two before snapping. You climbed onto his lap and cuddled into his chest. His hands hovered for a half second before coming to lay on your hips.

"I love you, Ted." You mumbled into his chest with undying meaning.

The heavy front door creaks shut as you arrive home, dropping your keys on the entryway table. You take off your coat and hang it on the rack. As you go to remove your shoes, you hear something. Footsteps, maybe? You freeze, breath caught in your throat. You open the drawer of the table, removing the false bottom and retrieving the handgun stowed there.

You hug the wall and creep down the dark hallway, eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. The gun you hold feels heavy in your hands, the ice cold metal like needles against the warmth of your palm. Your knees shake, your skimpy party dress doing nothing to protect against the cold air. You always came home to a cold house; John refused to run the heater, for some reason. He said he’d be gone for a few days, so if you wanted to you could-

Distracted, you barely see the dark figure step out of the shadows before it descends upon you. A hand wraps around your throat and shoves you backwards, stars swimming in your vision as your head smacks into the wall behind you. Another hand grabs you by the wrist, pinning your arm above you, the gun in your hand slamming against the wall with a force that rattles your skull. The tall figure leans down close to you, your vision slowly coming into focus as a beam of light from the other room falls across the face of your assailant.

John Wick, the boogeyman himself, stands over you, his dark eyes staring you down like a predator admiring its prey. Adrenaline and a terrified kind of arousal flood your body as you look up at him helplessly.

He leans in close, so close you can feel his warm breath on your face. “Is this for me?” He asks, giving a nod towards the gun in your hand, still pinned by the wrist. The deep rumble of his voice, so often sweet in your ears, sends an icy chill up your spine. “How kind.” He twists his grip and effortlessly wrenches the weapon out of your grasp.

You let out a strangled cry as he points the gun at your head, pressing it into your temple. Your eyes water and your knees shake, but the strong hand around your throat keeps you standing. He looks you up and down, admiring the exposed flesh of your barely-clothed form. After a moment, he releases the pressure of the gun from your head and traces it slowly down your body. With the barrel of the gun he lifts your skirt, slowly, appreciating every inch. The cold metal against your skin makes your every nerve stand at attention. “I killed three men today,” John says, running the barrel down to the waistband of your underwear. He grins and slips the gun into the fabric. You gasp as cold metal meets the warmth in between your legs. “All I could think about was coming home to you.” He releases his hand from around your throat, leaving you coughing and gasping for breath.

“J…John,” you barely manage the one syllable, your breath catching in your throat as he twists the gun between your legs and presses the barrel up against your entrance. You can’t help how embarrassingly wet you are.

“You,” John says with a grin, drinking in the look on your face as he presses the gun into you, “Are my favorite prey.”

He enjoys the look of terror mixed with pleasure on your face for several moments before he pulls the gun out of your pants, the wet tip glistening in the dim light. He takes a step back, and before he can put his hands on you again you take the chance to turn and run down the hall.

You manage to make it into the bedroom before John catches you, grabbing you by the shoulders and yanking your flailing body into him. His left arm wraps around your neck, pinning you in a headlock against his chest. You struggle against his grasp, hands clawing at the muscular arm pressing against your throat. The more you squirm, the tighter he holds you, his one forearm seemingly stronger than every straining muscle in your body. Eventually you give up, going limp in his grasp and whining pathetically. You hear a low chuckle, breath hot against your neck. “Is that the best you can do?”

He releases the headlock and shoves you roughly onto the bed, pressing your face down into the mattress. He leans his body over yours, trapping you firmly underneath him. You can feel the bulge in his suit pants throbbing against you. “You know I like it when you put up a fight,” he growls into your ear.

You squirm underneath him. “Please,” you whimper, softly, trying to fight off the weight of his body on yours.

“Please…what?” He reaches under you and flips you over onto your back. “Please let me go?” he leans his face down into the crook of your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your soft flesh. “Please don’t hurt me?” He bites down on your neck, hard, enjoying your yelp of pain. “Please…fuck me?” He thrusts his pelvis into yours, grinding his erection on you as you moan helplessly beneath him. He reaches down and rubs his fingers up and down the cotton of your underwear, feeling the wetness soaking through the fabric. He presses down on a spot he knows you love, a moan escaping your lips as he rubs with a confident firmness. Your whole body tingles with desire, and you can feel his cock twitching in the pants of his jet black suit.

He stands up, spreading your legs and placing himself in between them. He moves down your body, your back arching, longing to make contact with his lips, to feel his tongue dance across you in all the ways he knows you love. He kisses down the inside of your thighs, finding a soft bit of skin and sucking on it, and you whine as his teeth sink into your tender flesh.

He takes a step back, admiring the view before reaching down, slowly undoing the buckle of his black leather belt, never breaking eye contact as he pulls the belt out of its loops and folds it over in his hand. He raises his eyebrows at you and flicks his head to the side. You know what that means. Your heart flutters and you roll over obediently, lifting your hips and pulling your skirt up to reveal your bare ass.

“Mmmm, good,” he hums approvingly, running his rough hand across your soft skin.

You hold your breath with anticipation, the silence deafening. Seconds go by, and just when you think he might have changed his mind - THWACK - you feel a sharp sting and let out a howl of pain as the belt comes down across your bare ass. You fall into the bed, panting and whimpering. THWACK. The pain fills you with a strange kind of adrenaline, and you turn your head to look at the man standing over you, belt in hand. “Is…is that the best you can do?” John raises an eyebrow, both amused and surprised at your act of defiance.

You don’t even have time to regret the action before he swoops down on you. He grabs a handful of your hair and yanks you up off the bed. Grabbing you roughly, he throws open the door to the balcony and shoves you out into the cold night air. He marches you forward until he has you pinned against the cold metal railing.

“John-” you croak breathlessly, “The neighbors.”

“I don’t care,” he growls, grinding his hips into your ass. He pulls back and you hear him undoing his pants. “I want them to hear you.” His hand reaches under your skirt and pulls your underwear to the side. You gasp as you feel his warm cock rub against you from behind. With a hand on your back he bends you over the railing, the other hand grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. He reaches down and guides his cock slowly towards your hole. Your insides ache, begging to be filled with him. As though he could hear your silent pleading, John pulls you in by the waist and, finally, thrusts his cock deep inside you. He lets out a deep groan, digging his fingers into your flesh, gripping your wait with a primal desperation.

You let out a cry of pleasure that echoes through the night air. “That’s it,” he says, fucking you with a vigorous hunger. “Let them hear you. I want the whole world to know you’re mine.” He pumps himself into you, in and out, stretching your hole with his girth. Your moans get louder and louder, until you’re nearly screaming with pleasure and bliss.

He stops for a moment and pulls away from you, and you whimper sadly as his cock slips out of your hole. You turn around to face him, pouting. He smiles at you. “What?” He says, teasingly, “You wanted more?”

You nod, pleading eyes looking up at him. He loosens his tie, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off over his head. You admire his body as he stands in front of you, his muscular torso glistening in the moonlight. He grabs his tie and steps forward, looping it around your neck and using it to pull your face towards his. Your lips meet for a kiss, soft at first, then passionate and hurried, his tongue intertwining with yours, both desperate for more. He pulls you in close, grinding his erection between your legs. You moan softly against his lips, the sound harmonizing with his deep groan of pleasure. When you eventually pull apart, he’s smiling down at you, smugly. “You really like it when I’m a little mean, don’t you?”

“‘A little’?” you protest, hands grazing over the bruises forming on your throat where he had throttled you only a few minutes ago.

He chuckles. “Hey,” he says, pulling you in for another kiss. Your lips barely make contact before he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back. He leans in close to your ear. “I wouldn’t do it if you didn’t like it. And remember,” he nips at your earlobe with his teeth, “I can always be meaner.”

“I know,” You say, smiling at him as he pulls away and releases you. You become painfully aware of the ache between your legs, wanting more of him, now. “Right now though…will you just fuck me? Please?”

A satisfied grin spreads across his face. “Well…since you asked so nicely.” His arms wrap around you and you giggle as he effortlessly picks you up and carries you back inside. He puts you down on the bed, and you pull your panties off as he kicks his pants onto the floor. You have just a moment to admire his naked body before he’s on top of you, his arm reaching under the small of your back and holding you tightly to him. He reaches his other hand down in between you, and finds the sensitive spot between your legs. You moan loudly as he rubs you with his talented fingers. His touch traces down further, gently teasing around your hole, his erection growing harder with every moan emanating from your lips.

He moves his hand to himself, pumping his shaft a few times before leading it to your entrance. He teases you with the tip, barely penetrating you as your hole contracts and throbs, aching for him. You can no longer control yourself as you whimper and tremble beneath him. He looks up at you, making intense eye contact, and, pulling your body into his, he thrusts himself all the way inside you, slamming his pelvis into yours. He holds you there, your bodies glued together, his cock throbbing deep inside you. Your legs wrap tightly around him and your hands reach up to his back, holding him against you, never wanting to let go of the feeling of him filling you up. His hips pull back, slipping almost all the way out of you before slamming back in. He begins to pump in and out, hitting that perfect spot inside of you over and over again. He buries his face in your neck, groaning as you arch your hips into him. He hits a particularly sensitive spot and you cry out with pleasure, digging your nails into his skin. He growls into your ear as your nails scrape down his back, causing him to thrust into you with even more fervor. His hands find your waist and his fingers dig into your flesh, hard, holding you as though he never wanted to let you go. His grip tightens as his cock throbs eagerly inside of you. You can feel his orgasm building as he thrusts into you harder and faster. A low moan rumbles in his throat as he grips you tightly. “Fuck,” He growls into your ear, “Fuck, baby,” and you can tell he’s trying not to come yet.

“John,” you say, nervously. He slows his thrusting and pulls his head up to look at you, panting slightly. You gaze into his big brown eyes, the eyes that had been so menacing before, now only filled with desire, lust, almost desperation. You smile at him. You buck your hips up to meet his, forcing him further inside you, causing him to throw his head back and let out a groan that made your hole tighten around him. “John,” you say, thrusting your hips up again, feeling him twitch inside you. “Come inside me. Please. Make me yours.”

These words were enough to push him over the edge. He grabs your wrists, pins them down to the bed, and fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before. He slams into you, growling like an animal and digging his fingernails into your wrists. In, out, in, out, and, with one final thrust, he lets out a roar that echoes off the walls, pumping his load deep inside you, convulsing in and out of you as you feel yourself grow warm and wet with his seed. He flops down on top of you, grunting with each last thrust, until he comes to rest with his head in the crook of your neck, his cock still inside you, twitching a few times as you tighten around him. You were both panting, sweaty, exhausted.

“You did so well,” He says between breaths, slipping out of you and flopping onto the bed. “This is exactly what I needed.” He chuckles, “I’m going to have to clean our gun, though.” This makes you blush.

“John?” You say as you finally catch your breath.

“Yes?”

“I love you, John.”