1930s Chicago. Notorious gangster Tom "Tommy Gun" Holland has been storming his way through Cook County, robbing banks and breaking hearts. One day you find yourself in the wrong place, at the wrong time when he makes a hit on your bank. There's...
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"Good morning, Handsome," you giggled in your pillow. Tommy woke you with his fingers softly brushing against your bare skin. The light caress of his knuckles tickled the tender flesh on your upper arm, rousing you with a shiver. You opened your eyes with a lazy smile to see him gazing over at you.
"Good morning, beautiful," he replied. Beautiful? Now, that was a first. His endearments usually ended with "dollface" or "doll" for brevity. But beautiful...that sounded like something special. Beautiful sounded like you were dripping in diamonds on the red carpet, with all the cameras pointed at you. It's turning heads in a crowd when the soft light of the setting sun hits your face. It's regal and demure, and frankly nothing at all like you.
You sat up and lit a cigarette, then placed it in between Tommy's lips. He grunted a thank you. You kissed his cheek and lit one for yourself.
"How are you feeling?" you asked, glancing down at his ribs. The skin was bruised purple around the wound, but the flaming red of infection had disappeared.
"I'm fine, Di," he sighed, taking a long drag. You rolled your eyes. Half his leg could be shot off and he'd be "fine." You reached across him to turn the radio on. Tommy placed his hand on the small of your back, brushing his fingers across your spine while you fiddled with the dial. You sat back up and he reached out and caught a nipple between his fingers. You gasped and lightly slapped his arm with a laugh.
"I suspect you're better than just 'fine', you smirked, settling back against the pillows. Glenn Miller's orchestra filtered from the speaker. The soft brushing of the snare drums cast a soothing ambience in the modest motel room.
Tommy shifted next to you and your eyes rested on something even finer poking up from the sheets. His fingers went back to stroking your arm. You glanced over at him and his eyes were full of the devil. You stubbed your cigarette out and traced a finger down his chest.
"Call me 'beautiful' again," you simpered. That mischievous grin spread across his face. He smashed his Lucky in the ashtray and cleared his throat.
"Di, I'll call you whatever you want, as long as you put those pouty lips around my cock," Tommy said with an enticing raise of his eyebrows. You slapped his arm for his vulgarity then leaned over and gave his lips a quick smooch.
"Whatever I want?" you confirmed with a sly smile. Your hand crept under the sheets and gripped his pistol. Tommy groaned and stirred against the pillows. He bit his lip and nodded with a hungry stare.
You slipped under the sheets and gave his tip a taunting lick. He lifted his hips up but you resurfaced before going further.
"Call me 'gorgeous'" you said, your head poking out from the sheet. You teased him with your hand, eyeing him.
"You're gorgeous," he said automatically.
You tilted your head and gave him an eye roll.
"And mean it," you insisted.
Tommy took a deep and slightly frustrated breath and smiled handsomely.
"You're gorgeous," he said with more feeling. You nodded satisfied and went back under. This time you dragged your flat tongue all along his length. You heard another groan escape him then resurfaced once more. Tommy frowned when you saw you.
"Call me," you placed a finger on your chin, pondering, then snapped your fingers. "Dazzling!"
Tommy sighed and closed his eyes and appeared to be muttering to himself. He asked himself if he was being punished. You fondled him under sheet to draw his attention back. His eyes slowly opened and they penetrated you with that lustful madness.
"Diana, you're dazzling!" he said with a husky growl. Suppose that was as good as you were going to get. Fishing for compliments from handsome here was like pulling teeth. He didn't mean it, but it was nice to hear. Maybe you could be beautiful, gorgeous, dazzling Diana. A goddess among men. An angel among devils. And by the look of it, your handsome devil's desire for you was nearly bursting under the sheets.
You crawled up to his lips and kissed him with a renewed boldness. He hit the headboard from the force and grunted.
"Careful, doll, I'm still wounded," he chuckled against your lips.
"I'll take good care of you, Tommy," you murmured straddling him, "you don't have to move a muscle." His hands found your behind and he squeezed greedily. You leaned forward and kissed him again as you slid down slowly. Tommy groaned into the kiss. You smiled to yourself. Even the devil was no match for a goddess's power.
You sat up and Tommy sunk into the pillows with serene curl to his lips. You were struck by his own beauty. The way his hair was tousled and tangled from sleep. His chiseled features flushed with a different kind of fever and his moist lips parted, drawing in raspy breaths.
You rolled your hips against his, mindful to be gentle. He looked up at you and pawed at your thighs, gripping the ample flesh. His strength surprised you. It delighted you. Your lover was on the mend.
"Call me 'beautiful," you said again, your breath hitching. His thumb found your sweet spot and rubbed you with relish. You whimpered when he made contact and moved your hips faster. Seems like someone was ready to explode.
"You're so....beautiful...Di," Tommy panted through gritted teeth. He took his other hand and spanked you hard on your rear. You yelped and slammed yourself down on him in response. He threw his head back and cursed.
"Are you alright?" you asked, stopping, suddenly fearful that you hurt him.
"Jesus, Di, I'm fine," he grunted, smacking your rear again, "Don't stop." You started back up with more fervor this time. He thumb pressed against you, rubbing impatiently.
"Tommy," you gasped, feeling your peak approaching. Tommy noticed and spanked you once again.
"Come on, beautiful," he growled, gripping your hips roughly. You latched onto his arms and wildly rode out your release. Tommy followed immediately and sat up in the excitement, instantly regretting it.
"Ow! Fuck!" he roared, plopping back down. But his face was a mixture of pleasure and pain. You couldn't tell which was worse.
"Are you alright?" you asked, kissing all over his face.
He glared at you, daring you to ask that question again.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you," you pouted, "but you got me so worked up, Handsome."
Tommy looked at you with satisfied smile.
"It was absolutely worth it, beautiful," he said genuinely.
"Okay, okay" you said, shaking your head. Now he was mocking you with the whole 'beautiful' thing.
You curled up against his chest and sighed. "You can stop calling me 'beautiful' now."
Tommy lifted his arm and you snuggled closer.
"I don't want to stop " he said, lighting another cigarette. You stifled a smile.
"What if I called you something else?" he asked, his voice suddenly sounded pinched with nerves.
"Like what?" you asked, intrigued. He blew his smoke out in a long trail, then glanced down at you, licking his lips.
