Dirty Deeds

Chosen

Tori

That-that really happened.

It happened with Tommy Knox-the man I loved to hate and who loathed my very existence all because of my cop father.

Tommy had rinsed himself off and came back to me with a washcloth, cleaning me gently and constantly asking me if I was OK. I was floored at how amazingly caring he was to me.

"I am–I think..."I admitted. I was sore and so ready to burst into tears because all of this was overwhelming.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

I kept chanting to myself, watching Tommy's beautiful body come and go between rooms. He had no cares in the world. I knew that HE knew he was good looking and he could see me roaming his body with my eyes.

I watched him turn down the bed,but before I could topple off, he lifted me up and placed me underneath the covers, crawling into the space beside me. He was so warm and huge—it was almost like I was curling up with a Norse God. It was no wonder Glenn had played football before an on-field injury cut that short. Both men were built, but not too large. Tommy was the perfect form, at least in my mind.

I was so emotionally drained. I wanted him and I was thrilled when he wanted me. My God he felt good. I didn't know sex could feel like that! I wanted more of him, but this was stupidly, ridiculously dangerous for both of us.

"Why did you pursue me?" I asked, suddenly.

"You mean like this?" Tommy motioned at us and the bed as he held me close, "I'm a man, Tori, and you're a beautiful woman. Why wouldn't I pursue it?"

"But you never would have if I hadn't have been at the store that night," I couldn't shut up. This was probably why I'd never even had a boyfriend—I was way too awkward.

There was a long pause between the two of us as if Tommy was trying to figure out what to say to me.

"Probably not," He admitted, "You're a good person, Tori. Glenn is right. You shouldn't be involved with any of this—least of all me."

I liked it when he held me and I hated it at the same time. How could he feel so good, but be so bad?

"You're not,-"

"Don't say it. I'm a bad person so please don't waste your breath on trying to convince me otherwise."

Another pause and I was worried that I had ruined the mood.

"Well, this is all it is between us if that makes you feel better," I said it, but I found myself not liking it.

"I know, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun while it lasts."

Tommy

No fucking way did this girl feel this good.

Even in my arms I felt better, safer, calm.

My enemy was making me feel like a million bucks and that was simply unacceptable to my stupid, black little heart.

My mother told me I'd never find a good girl anyway and all of my children would have different mothers. I was always surprised that Glenn and I came from the same father, to be honest.

"Why would you want me to be your first?"

"You're the only one who wants to talk to me," She admitted, sadly, "Maybe it's fucked up, but it's my life, I guess. No guys really find me attractive."

"That's a lie. You're very attractive," I certainly thought so and so did other guys at my school, but she was only unappealing to them because of her dad. She was never chosen for anything—dances, projects, clubs, partnering up in gym class...

"No one's ever said anything," Tori sighed, "I guess I just don't turn guys on with my hot pink walls and Hello Kitty pajamas."

"You turned me on,"I told her, bluntly. Why was I trying to make her feel wanted, needed, and sexy? It was like pouring my heart out to some kind of crush. I wished so badly for this conversation to be over. I wasn't at all into sharing my feelings, but she sort of made me want to.

"You've been my first—everything," She said, running her fingers across my stomach. God, I loved that. I loved the smell of her hair as she rested her head on my chest. I loved her soft skin flush against my hard body and Jesus help me when she draped her leg over mine I about lost it—especially when my thigh could feel her pussy resting nicely against it.

I didn't cuddle with chicks. It was just not me—too personal—and I made that known well beforehand, but with Tori it was different.

This was something my brain couldn't handle and if we weren't two hours from home, I'd get dressed and leave. Not because this wasn't nice, but because this was too much for me to take.

I knew I'd have to use her for the hits, but I'd make sure she never had to go against us and we wouldn't go against her. Donnie and Shane would be dead before I let that happen.

"Did you really want me again?" She asked so sweetly that I almost melted. I bet it took everything in her to ask something like that.

"I already do," I admitted, feeling my cock get hard underneath the blankets. The things I was going to show her with my dick had me already leaking precum. I was going to have a heavy case of blue balls for the night.

She giggled. My enemy was giggling on my chest, jiggling her little curves up against me. I'd never leave this place if life wasn't taking me down a dark path. This was what my mother said I'd never have and here it was—literally in my arms. I could see her looking at the tent that my cock had made in the bedding and I tried to shift, but to no avail.

"What?" I asked her, "Are you sure you want to do this again?"

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't wet for you again," She buried her face in my chest, "I just don't want to act so needy and push you away."

I wasn't going to be pushed away. Not by her. This had to been the craziest thing I'd done and I'd done some crazy shit.

I narrowed my eyes and pulled her off of me, watching as she greedily grabbed for me. She eagerly open her legs as I slipped easily into her core—it was almost like I never left.

With the sounds of our moans echoing through the room and flesh slapping together, we set sail into pure bliss once again and I let her have more of me than before—and I wasn't as gentle. This was far from what I wanted to do to her, but that would come soon. I'd show her in more ways than one how beautiful she is and how much I wanted her.

But this time with Tori wasn't going to last. I'd have to snap out of this dream soon and we'd be on our way back home and back to the reality that was our lives. We'd do the hits, fuck some more, and damn if I knew what was going to happen. They'd have enough on her to let her go.

And I would have to let her go.