An Eye For An Eye (The Club)

Metal.

Musk.

He is a heady combination that leaves me feeling impossibly drenched below. Once the pants are down to his ankles I pick up one leg so he can step out of them. I reach up and grab for his tight boxer briefs next. He helps me fit them over his thick cock and I pull those down to the floor as well. My nails scrape against the coarse hair on his legs and I position myself better. My face rubs against his leg and he widens his stance just so. I reach for his cock by the root and pull him gently between my lips eliciting a deep hiss from behind his smile I imagine he has for me right now.

“Fuck.” His groan of appreciation makes me shift on my knees as a rush of desire threatens to pull me down. He cups the back of my head, fingers threading in the locks, and I take him as deep as I can sucking with hollow cheeks, the top hitting deep in my mouth. It’s all instinct and while I’m sure my novice movements are jerky at best, he helps me find a rhythm sucking him off. I want him to be loud after being silent all this time.

“Jude, hell, you’re going to unman me.” I smiled pulling back and licking the underside to swirl my tongue around the shaft while I cupped his balls. My pointer finger twitched reaching back. I would pay him back in kind and go for it pressing gently against the tender flesh when his hands pulled my hair and my mouth off his cock with a smacking pop.

“Enough, minx.” Roughly he stands me up and knocks me to my back on the bed crawling over me. Hands pull the cups of my bra down and his lips feast on my aching nipples. I wrap legs around his body and the rest of our clothes vanish in a series of pulls and tears.

“You are mine.” My hands are secured above my head and he kisses me tasting deeply with his tongue reaching as far back as his cock had. Our bodies align and he enters me. Sharp stinging pain halts my movements and he groans into my shoulder biting me hard. I feel almost torn apart and made new again.

“Never letting you go. I’m going to spill inside you and I don’t care what happens after that.” For as wrong as it is, it feels so right with him holding me to the bed rutting against me. He reaches down and his fingers play rubbing me as wild as he is letting the climax take me over the edge. His body tenses and I feel him enlarge before pounding me into the mattress. I count the strokes, one, two, three, and four before he yells out loud. It’s more of a triumphant bark and I hope like hell he’s woken up that deaf Mrs. Goddard next door. He rides me hard and I love that he’s calling out my name incoherently babbly sweet things that make no sense. Sweat mingles and we are as one as humanly possible in that moment and it’s divine.

“You’ll never be quiet again Lorand.” I say to him in the darkness as I stroke his damp back and hold him close to me.

Sixteen

LORAND

I made sure Jude was safely tucked away in the bed passed out from a thorough tongue lashing. My own voice is raw and I smiled thinking about how my lake house doesn’t have neighbors who bang on walls. I locked the door to her house and get into my Range Rover drivi

ng over to the club. The streets are fairly empty at this time of night and I appreciate the old New Orleans style architecture of the main street area. I parked my vehicle on the street observing the non-descript entrance.

Reaching into the glove compartment I remove my gun and screw the silencer onto the barrel. Sorenson basically told me that my mark was another member at the club. I should have known he was talking about himself of course. I couldn’t go inside and be seen for this job. I would be recognized and that could make things awkward popping a guy in the middle of his happy ending just to finish a contract.

To come full circle.

No love would be lost on his passing, except Jude’s feelings would be hurt. This was a secret I would take with me to my grave. I couldn’t do this anywhere near the club. There might be a few who knew about what I did like Tally, but I didn’t need to advertise I was actively picking off members of a high profile sex club. All around it simply wasn’t good for business.

So here I was waiting for the man who spent years as my mentor, as someone I trusted to come out, hopefully alone so I could pick him off at another location and then dump his body. That was probably the worst part. The original contract stipulated a sizable pay, enough money that would set me up for the rest of my days. I could retire and never look back. Ending this worthless piece of shit’s life would be worth every penny to me, but it wasn’t really about the money. This was about the principal of the thing.

An hour passed before I watched him leave the club with his two shadows. I sat in the dark waiting them out. In a bold move he waved them off and got into his own car and drove off. I waited and then followed him back to him house. He parked the car and got out as I pulled up beside him. Nothing was left to surprise.

“Ah Lorand. You’ve finally made a decision.” He has the audacity to smile and nod. The fedora hat tipped in his hand mocks me as does his fancy three piece suit.

“I know what you did to Lacy.” He smirks and I almost lose my patience with him right then cocking the gun at his face.

“Nice work on the Halstad boy. He looks prettier already. Would you like to come inside? I’d hate for the gardener to find me, he’s got a heart condition you know.” Sorenson walks away and I aimed the gun in his general direction popping off a shot and letting the stone balustrade shatter next to him. “You never could keep your temper in check no matter how hard I tried.” He’s shaking his head and I stalk him.

“Why Lacy?” I asked him.

“Why not, my boy?” He shrugs indifferently and I see now that there isn’t a sorry bone in his body. I’m shocked he even remembers her name. “Don’t forget I made you into who you are.” He sneers and my stomach fills with acid.

“And what is that? A killer? An animal with no conscious? You fed me lies at the lowest point in my life.”

“No. I made you into a man instead of a sniveling little shit begging for scraps. You weren’t fit Karim then and you’re not fit for it now.” His hate and ire surprise me after all these years.

“Why? Because I wasn’t privileged enough to buy my way in?”

“You really think you got in on a scholarship you little bastard? You and Robert Beringer look so much alike when you take your whoring mother out of the picture.” My world rocks on its axis and I kneel down gasping for breath.

Was it possible? My father, one of the men I took out all those years ago. “No.” I say it but I don’t believe it one bit.

“As I’ve always told you, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. There are three ways into Karim but only one way out. You’re mother married Duvall but she spread all she was worth for Beringer.” They’re all dead so there’s no one left for me ask, no DNA to confirm unless I find a long lost family member.

“And Lacy?”