One Shots

I've Been Sleeping With A What? (kellic)

Mild smut warning
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"You're such a good whore." He praised, his voice husky and low. I know I'm good; I'm in this fucking business for a reason.

Vic though, he's a regular. I'm always looking forward to seeing him; he's just that good. I don't know why he comes here though, he seems to be the type of person who would avoid clubs that have any other businesses associated with them. He's intriguing to say the least.

He has my hands pinned down to the bed; why he doesn't use ropes or chains, I'll never know. I can't stop moaning, every time he hits a certain spot inside of me, I cry out in pleasure. It's insane the things he can do to me.

"Do you want me to fuck you harder?" Vic growls in my ear.

"Yes." I respond breathlessly. I'm getting so close, and I know Vic is too.

"Do you really want that?" Vic demands from me again, his lips brushing my jawline just underneath my ear.

"Yes, please fuck me harder." I practically beg, wanting him so desperately to fuck me till my throat hurts from screaming. Yes, a lot of the time in this business, I have to fake my way through. I'll get a client who's either really disappointing or who is way too kinky for my liking. But if I want money, I have to get through it. With Vic though, I don't feel this need to fake anything. All of it is genuine; on his part too.

Vic thrusts into me harder, pounding into me, going fast. His movements are becoming hectic, almost frantic. This is a sure sign that he's getting close and as much as I want to get off, he's my client and I have to do everything I can to get him off first.

My hands are still pinned to the bed and sure enough I'm screaming in pleasure at every thrust. Vic is groaning, a thin layer of sweat visible on his skin. His lips are slightly parted too, and the sight is so attractive. It's not helping the fact that my di.ck is throbbing with the need to release.

Vic's hands tighten around mine, our interlocked fingers squeezing together. My nails are digging into the backs of his hands, but I don't think he minds. His breathing is starting to hitch and his movements are starting to be more sloppy.

"Vic. Come for me. Please. I want to feel you shooting inside me." I say, my voice low and sultry. Vic groans again and I can feel his di.ck throbbing inside me as he comes. I knew that would work. The sight of his parted lips and the moans coming out of them as he rides out his high are enough to have me coming undone underneath him.

And just as I'm starting to come down from my high and Vic pulls out of me, alarms start to ring. Loud, piercing alarms. I shoot up from my position; I'm a little sore but it's a feeling I'm used to. Vic glances at me with wide eyes.

"Shit." I say and Vic gets up (after removing the used condom from his di.ck), grabbing our clothes. He tosses me mine and starts pulling on his. Vic is absolutely silent while I can't stop cursing under my breath.

I have my shirt half way on when the door bursts open. My heart is thumping in my chest loudly but the two police officers ignore me completely. What? What's going on? Confusion settles in my bones as the two officers walk over to Vic.

He's silent as they tell him he's under arrest. They cuff him without struggle and they tell him his rights. After that, the officer that has a firm grip on his arm leads him out of the room. He glances back at me, mouthing an 'I'm sorry' before he disappears from my sight.

The officer still in the room turns to me. "What's your name kid?" He asks, though he must be around the same age as I am.

I consider not telling him my name, but I sigh and say, "Kellin. Kellin Quinn."

The officer nods, "Mr. Quinn, I'm going to have to take you down to the station to ask you a few questions."

"Why?" I ask, still confused.

The officer lets out a long sigh, "Kid, that man that you've obviously been sleeping with is suspected to be one of the most ruthless gang leaders in the state. We believe he killed a few people."

My mouth drops open.

I've been sleeping with a murderer!?