My Mafioso Boyfriend - Part 2 (2 page)

             
"I don't understand." I said, and I really didn't.

             
"The government. I don't trust them, to be honest. I'm completely innocent, of course,
but with those nasty allegations flying around and a young district attorney who will
do anything to make a name for himself... well, I just don't feel safe having it anywhere
that they can reasonably get access to."

             
"I uh... well, I guess that's okay."

             
"Good. Thanks, babe. I knew you would help me out." He came forward and kissed me
on the forehead, and then proceeded to stuff the stack of money inside one of the
cabinets on my entertainment center, behind the DVD player and underneath all of the
wires. "Now, like I said, don't worry about any of this. You don't even have to know
it's here." Then he reached back into his suit and came out with another stack of
hundreds, hiding that one in the very back of the pantry, and then to my astonishment
he came up with yet another one that he hid inside of the freezer, and then another,
and another, and yet another, all of which he stashed away in various places around
my apartment. I stood there in the middle of my living room, watching in awe as he
dashed from here and there all over my apartment hiding away an absolutely insane
amount of money. My mouth was wide open and the expensive pearls glistened as they
lay against my chest. What on earth had I gotten myself into?

             
When he had finally finished turning my apartment into what had to have been a million
dollar bank vault, he came back to me in the living room.

             
"Now... what do you say we find a good movie to watch?"

             
I was still a bit slack jawed from what I had just witnessed, but I managed to regain
my composure well enough. "I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with this, Tony," I stammered.
"That was a lot of money..."

             
"Hey, hey... it's nothing to worry about. It won't even be here that long. I just
need to keep it here temporarily. You're doing me a huge favor. I need you. I can
trust you. Right?"

             
He hit me again with that laser beam gaze.

             
"Yeah, of course. Sorry." It was like he had drawn the words out of me. He had a way
of doing that.

             
"Great," he said, and he leaned in close and pressed his mouth against mine, in what
soon became much more than a simple peck. The next thing I knew I was blindly reaching
backwards, feeling for the sofa cushion as I slowly lowered myself down to sit without
breaking away from the kiss. His big hand cradled the back of my head as he helped
me lower, his fingers sifting through my hair. His kiss had a minty flavor to it,
which was nice, I noted to myself.

             
After just a few minutes of this kissing, that familiar bulge in his pants was making
an appearance again, pressing against the restricting cloth of his pants, as if it
were trying to poke its way through to the light of day. Oh, what the hell, I thought
to myself. I stretched my vision to the peripheral as well as I could while kissing
Tony and noticed the television remote sitting unused on a pile of magazines on the
coffee table. So much for that, I thought.

             
I reached my hand up, sliding along his pant leg until I reached the hardening bulge
and I squeezed it tightly. I could hear him murmur ever so slightly when I did this,
as best he could through the kissing, at least. I began to rub it and he responded
by gyrating his hips against the pressure of my hand. He broke free of the kiss and
placed both of his hands on my shoulders, staring be in the eye. His eyes were aflame
with desire, this much was clear now, if it wasn't already quite apparent from the
physiological response that had grown in his pants. He ran his fingers through my
hair, and then reached behind my neck and unclasped the pearl necklace, setting it
on the table carefully.

             
"That thing's expensive."

             
I nodded and moved my hands around his waist, tugging at him to come forward to me
on the couch.

             
"No, no, babe. Here."

             
He reached down and unzipped his pants, and then undid the button. After a little
bit of wrangling, that stiff cock managed to poke its way out of the open fly. It
was pointing straight at me, stiff as a flag pole and right at eye level. "Put it
in your mouth."

             
I was a little uneasy at the proposition, but I had kind of provoked the situation,
so perhaps I was at least a little to blame. He seemed to pick up on my apprehension
and commented on it.

             
"Come on, baby. Look at this thing. It's as hard as a rock. It's starting to hurt.
I can't take it anymore. Come on, suck me off."

             
I looked up at him and was greeted again with that laser beam stare, and then back
down at his cock, which was slightly bobbing up and down with each fresh pulse of
blood that was swelling up inside of it. I reached forward and wrapped my fingers
around it at the base. I could feel the warmth emanating from it, and the slow and
steady throbbing with each pulsation. When I grabbed it, he inched forward, pushing
it closer to my face. The pink and bulbous head pressed against my lips, playfully
poking, searching for a way in. I loosened them a little and leaned my head forward,
allowing the shaft to slide softly across my tongue, past my lips and teeth, and press
delicately against the back of my mouth. Tony made a subtle little groaning sound
whenever the length of his dick was finally inside of my mouth.

             
As if by instinct, he began to slowly move his hip back and forth, and I tightened
the grip of my lips around his shaft and just let him fuck my mouth. I slid my hands
back, around his waist and grabbed tight around his firm buttocks, giving me the proper
leverage to pull him deeper into my mouth as he thrust inward. This went on for a
while, with him begin to breath heavier and heavier, and mouthing out little sounds
that grew in volume as we continued. I began to match the movements of my head with
his thrusts between my lips. Those thrusts were becoming more and more animalistic,
as if he was nearing closer to finishing. My mouth was begin to salivate and drool
was starting to build up around the base of where he cock entered my mouth, and leak
out in little driblets that smeared across my lips and rolled down my chin, but at
this point. I was getting into this almost as much as he was. His thrusting grew more
and more intense until suddenly he placed both hands on the back of my head, desperately
clutching at my hair with his fingers and pulling my head forward, burying his cock
deep inside of my throat and pressing my lips against the base of pelvis. He grunted
and moaned, and held my head close to him, trying to push his cock as deep as it would
go, and then I felt it. His cock itself sort of spasmed and twitched inside of my
mouth, and then there was a distinct warmness that filled my throat as it began to
pump hot jism with every twitch. There was a lot of it, I could tell, because while
most of it had been shot directly into the back of my throat, it seemed to back up
and start to fill my mouth as well. It was warm and creamy, and tasted salty as it
washed over my tongue and began to ooze its way out of my mouth around his gushing
cock.

             
Finally, when the last spurt had came and went, he released his tight grip on the
back of my head and slid his cock out of my mouth. He began to rub at his swollen
dick head, slopping around a mixture of semen and saliva, and making little 'oooh'
sounds as he did it. I brought the back of my hands up to my mouth to wipe it clean
and looked up at him.

             
"That was it, baby! That was something else! You're amazing. You got a towel or something?"

             
I nodded and got up to get him one, cleaning my face and neck up with it on the way,
before handing it to him. He cleaned himself up and then tossed the towel down and
zipped himself up.

             
"I guess I should be heading out then. I'll call you again real soon, okay? And the
money... just remember, you just pretend it's not even here, okay?"

             
He left shortly after that, before I could really say anything else to him. After
the door shut behind him, I found myself in a familiar situation. I sat there on my
couch, my panties once again completely soaked through and my face all flushed and
hot. His folded up suit jacket was on the table right where he had left it, and the
television remote sat not far away, where it had been the whole evening. The television
had never even been turned on. Not far behind my head, sprawled out on the back of
the couch, I heard Tom gargle out an uninterested meow.

             
"Not now, Tom," I said, still staring at the door, and then I got undressed and crawled
into the bed, sliding my fingers down between my legs, slipping into the moistness,
where they stayed until I happened to fall asleep.

             
The next morning I woke not sure how I should have been feeling. My emotions were
a very strange and confusing mixture, to be sure, but I tried to console myself by
thinking that at least I wasn't hungover this time. I honestly didn't know what to
make of this man, who was charming and funny and ridiculously handsome - so handsome
that at times I wasn't sure he was actually human. He was more like a life-sized,
living, breathing version of a Ken doll with darker hair and an olive colored complexion.
Notwithstanding all of that, he was magnificently wealthy and well connected, and
not at all averse to showering me with fabulous gifts, as the pearl necklace that
was still sitting on my coffee table stood testament to. But at the same time, I was
starting to sense that there was something that was just a little off about him. I
couldn't get Lacie's warnings out of my head, and without his dazzling presence before
me, I was able to think more clearly about all of it. The day I had met him, he seemed
pretty averse about calling the police to document the accident. And then there was
the date he took me on, in which he abruptly left while my hand was massaging his
cock, all because of a phone call. And then yesterday, the money that he had stashed
all over my apartment. The money!

             
I jumped out of bed and went to my pantry, where I had watched him stash away one
of the stacks of money. I reached way into the back and felt around until my hand
close around it and then pulled it out for inspection. Crisp and clean and thick,
and I fanned through the stack with my thumb. There had to have been at least twenty
thousand dollars in that stack alone. I put the money back where I had found it and
then paced across my apartment. All of it was just so strange. Still, he had had explanations
for all of it, and I felt like a pretty crappy person for even doubting him, to be
honest. Who was I to be so suspicious of him when he had treated me so nicely, minus
a couple strange incidents that left me all alone on my couch and completely hot and
bothered? I thought back to his perfect smile and decided that I owed it to him to
at least give him the benefit of the doubt. The next time I see him, I thought, surely
will be the time that none of this strange stuff happens. The next time I see him,
everything will go perfectly. With that thought in mind, I started getting ready for
work, and went about my boring day, glancing at my phone every now and then, waiting
for the call.