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He must have fucked up. Somewhere along the line.
Maybe the last mission hadn't been a total success. The mark was eliminated and there was no evidence remaining, but maybe he missed something.
Maybe he took Fitzroy's last pack of gum.
Whatever it was, he fucked up and he was being punished. It was the only thing that made sense, the only reason why he was in this dark motel, babysitting again.
They weren't even meant to rendezvous at a safe house. His orders were stay low, and stay put. Staying in one place never worked out for him when someone was on his ass, but hell, what did he know. This place could be run by the CIA, though considering the lack of cameras- hidden or otherwise, that seemed unlikely. It was possible there were still eyes on the outside.
He sighed and finished his fifth walk around the room. Despite it being the 'deluxe' room, it was small. There was one closet, one small bathroom, a plain chair in the corner with a lamp behind it and two queen beds facing a dresser, complete with a dusty but functional television on top.
And an air conditioner that rattled and whistled every hour when it clicked on. But at least it worked.
Aside from the main door, there was only one window and it was too small to get in without a struggle. In the time it would take anyone to get in, Court would have them incapacitated with their ass still hanging out the other side. So one entrance, one exit.
Which meant he plopped his ass on the edge of the bed nearest the door. Just in time for his charge to step out of the bathroom, hot steam spilling out around her. Apparently the hot water works. Or did.
"I wanted that bed," she huffs and crosses her arms at, cocking her hip with an attitude only those born into privilege were capable of.
"Nope. You get that one. It's not up for discussion." He glances down at the burner phone he was given, double checking that there wasn't a message or contact he missed.
Nope, nothing.
The kid sighed dramatically and grabbed her small bag before dropping it onto the bed. He knew what was in there, but he watched out of the corner of his eye anyway. Out of habit.
It had nothing to do with the way her silk green tank top left nothing to the imagination, her small tits full and perfect under the fabric with pert nipples standing eagerly at attention.
He needed a fucking vacation.
The kid pulled out a hair brush and a bottle he was pretty certain contained eucalyptus scented lotion. She unraveled the towel from atop her head, letting it drop to her feet before working the brush through her hair. His eyes followed the towel to the floor, taking a detour over the swell of her ass in the white pajama shorts she wore and down her long legs.
She was days from turning seventeen, but already she looked like a full grown woman, filled out in all the right places. His head knew she was too young, but his dick clearly had no such reservations.
Forget the vacation, he needed to get laid.
Clearing his throat, he stood and grabbed his bag. "I'm going to change. Do not answer the door for anyone and don't go near the window." Walking over to said door, he triple checked the locks before crossing the room to check the window.
"Yes, dad." He could practically hear the eye roll in her voice and he looked over his shoulder at her, only to catch her sticking her tongue out at him impudently.
Her face lit up and she turned away from him quickly with a huff.
He could feel his cock twitch in his jeans and scoffed. What a brat.
Stepping into the bathroom, he shut the door silently behind him. It was wet in the bathroom, the damp air smelling strongly of her shampoo and the mirror still fogged completely.
Christ, the water bill at her place must be astronomical. Must be nice.
Taking his shirt off, he balled it up and used it to mop up the condensation from the mirror before tossing it haphazardly to the ground. Getting in his bag, he pulled out a few toiletries and a change of clothes.
He cleaned himself up, brushed his teeth and changed into a pair of loose sleep pants and plain black shirt. Not that he thought he'd be getting a lot of sleep, but it was better than lounging in his slacks and button up.
Picking up his discarded clothes, he stopped when he saw a flash of color under his shirt on the floor. It was a pair of pink underwear, no doubts about who they belonged to. Picking them up off the floor, he quickly realizes they're not just plain underwear, they're thongs. The kind that are definitely more for show than function.
He cursed under his breath when he felt his cock twitch again. Glancing quickly at the door to make sure it was locked, he looked back down at the soft fabric.
Fuck it, he was going to hell anyway.
Court brought the flimsy material to his face, nose pressed against the widest part of fabric, the only part that actually covered anything, and inhaled deep. Fuck, she smelt good.
Sweet and tangy, his cock twitching at the thought of burying his face in her cute little cunt. He'd probably be her first. Better him than some inexperienced little shit.
He takes another glance at the door before stuffing the pink underwear deep into his bag. It takes him another minute to collect himself, willing his cock down.
He might be fucked up, but that didn't mean he would just waltz out of the bathroom with a raging boner. Unchecked libido or not, there was still a job to be done.
Finally stepping out of the bathroom, he drops his bag by his bed. The kid is stretched out on her bed, idly flicking through television channels. He's not even sure she's registering anything, just… pressing the button.
She catches him staring and subconsciously closes her legs before drawing them up closer to her person. "What?" Despite the clear anxiety in her voice, her expression was fiery and defiant. "You're staring. Creep."
Court rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "I'm not staring." It's a bold faced lie, but at least he's a better liar than he used to be.
Turning to his bed, he pulls the covers back and gives the sheets a quick inspection before climbing in. He doesn't bother covering up, not yet, just crosses his arms behind his head and closes his eyes.
He can feel the weight of the kids' gaze on him but he doesn't acknowledge it. In the background he hears a show playing, some medical drama judging by the sounds of it and his eyes slide open to glance at the screen.
She doesn't even hide the fact that she's staring, or somehow thinks he doesn't notice, and his gaze shifts over to her. The kid visibly jumps and scrambles for the remote, turning her attention back to the television.
"Now whose the creep." He snorts and adjusts in the bed, rolling onto his side with a hand tucked under his pillow where his pistol hides.
At some point, he must have dozed off because he's awakened suddenly by a small hand touching his bicep. Unfortunately, his reflexes are faster than his consciousness and he's snatching the person's wrist with one hand, the other pulling his gun from under his pillow, the hammer clicking in place as he takes aim.
The terrified gasp registers at the same time his eyes adjust to the darkness and he sees the kid at his bedside, silhouetted by the moon from the small window. Releasing the hammer and her wrist, he sits up, placing the gun on the nightstand.
"What the hell are you doing?" Glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand, it's not even midnight yet. The tv is off and the only sound is the air conditioner rattling away.
"I-I can't sleep…" The kid is shaking and he's not sure if it's the cold or the adrenaline from having a gun pointed in her face.
He fixes her with a professionally bewildered expression. "…Okay? I'm kind of at a loss on what you want me to do about it, kid."
She shuffles nervously by his bed, wrapping her arms around herself in a way that has a brick sinking in his gut.
"Can I-.. sleep with y-"
"No." He cuts her off before she can finish her question. "Get back in bed. Just close your eyes and you'll be fine."
She doesn't take no for an answer. Instead she whines and stomps her foot, but the sound she makes is so pathetic it's almost adorable. "C'mon! I thought your job was to like-… protect me!"
He looks up at her, his eyes adjusted enough that he can just barely see the pout on her lips. "Yeah. That doesn't require us being in the same bed. Go back to sleep."
"You're an ass," she argues but turns and sits back on her bed. There's a wet sniffle followed by a shaky breath and he groans, grinding the heels of his palms into his eyes until he sees stars.
Is she really crying? God damn it. Fuck.
He wages an internal battle while listening to her pathetic little sobs and fuck, he can't say no, can he? Logistically, having them in the same bed would potentially be safer, right? If an intruder came in, he'd be able to reach her faster without having to cross the room.
Or at least that's what he tells himself when he sighs in resignation. "Fine, but you sleep against the wall-"
The sentence isn't even fully out before the kid is literally crawling across his lap to flop onto the other side of the bed. She tucks herself under the covers like she belongs there and now, with the her face towards the light of the moon, he can see the little tears lining her eyes.
"Thanks…"
He sighs and shuffles down into the bed. "Just go to sleep."
His eyes drift shut and they're both silent until he exhales through his nose moments later. "What? I can feel you staring at me." Glancing at the kid, he finds her staring at him with her big blue eyes.
"…Can I scoot closer? I'm kind of cold."
Fuck. This kid was gonna kill him.
"Sure, just-"
Once again, before he can finish his sentence, she's scooting in closer to him. Except now her back is to him, pressed neatly against his side.
"…Goodnight." She murmurs softly before snuggling deeper into her pillow.
She had guts, that was certain. He didn't know anyone who would knowingly curl up next to someone who had 'kill' in their job description. Maybe it was just the world she lived in and she was just as oblivious as he'd made her out to be.
It didn't matter either way. She was just another assignment and he'd be moving onto the next in a few days.
Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off.
He has no idea what time it is when he wakes up next. But he's on his side, one arm secured around the kid like she's some life sized teddy bear with her back still to him, the other trapped under her neck as she uses his bicep like a pillow.
And he's fucking hard.
Not even a half chub, fully fucking hard and pressed firmly against her ass. Or she's pressed against him.
He hasn't moved much but he's nearly at the edge of the bed. Must have given up trying to get away from her in his sleep and just held her instead.
But, fuck, he wasn't some teen getting his dick touched for the first time. He could feel his cheeks flushing at the mere implication that it'd been so long since he'd gotten laid, even cuddling got him hard.
Christ.
He would just have to will it away. Or go back to sleep.
But neither of those seem like a possibility.
As he closes his eyes, doing his damnedest to let himself drift off, she moves. Not just a little shift, no.
Her hips rock backwards as she repositions and his breath catches in his throat, the feeling of his underwear against his hard cock like a jolt of electricity.
"Goddammit…"
Someone or something was testing him. That's the only possibility. Or this was further punishment for putting a bullet in his dad.
Either way, he doesn't get time to dwell on it. She shifts again, but this time its not her ass against him that makes his cock twitch. It's the pathetic little whimper she lets out.
It must be a nightmare.
"Shh," he's soothing her before he realizes it, the hand around her hovering over her hip hesitantly before he rests it there, squeezing gently. She sighs and settles back down, murmuring in her sleep. But he's still fucking hard and now his hand is on her.
If he closes his eyes, maybe he can pretend this is some corrupt dream, brought on by his own depravity and let himself savor the feel of her plush ass against his rigid cock. Just for a moment.
He breathes into the back of her neck, inhaling her scent as he grips her hip more firmly and presses himself closer, his cock nestling perfectly in the cleft of her ass. His mind drifts back to the pink underwear on the bathroom floor.
Was she…?
No, he couldn't let himself think that deeply into it. In fact, he needs to get out of this fucking bed and-
Any thoughts he had of stopping come to a screeching halt when she shifts. Its subtle, but its a small roll of her hips against his cock and she fucking mewls.
Fuck.
This was pathetic. He could already feel his tip getting sticky with pre and he shuddered. How long had it been since he got off with someone else?
He couldn't remember, though he was certain it was some quick fuck in an alley where he barely knew their name. But it didn't matter, it was just a matter of getting tension out of his body so his head was clear.
This wasn't that.
This was desperate lust that clouded his mind and fogged his senses. This was dangerous.
He groaned softly into her hair and felt the skin under his finger tips give slightly as he squeezed. She was fucking small and soft and wrong.
She was perfect and he was going to hell.
Pressing his face into her still damp hair, his finger tips slipped under the waist band of her sleep shorts. As he suspected, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
He grunted and rolled against her ass more firmly, a soft sigh escaping his lips and mussing her hair further. Christ, he felt dizzy with how turned on he was, like every ounce of blood was going to his dick.
This needed to be dealt with, quickly.
His hand starts to pull free from her shorts, but a soft sound stops him and his ears zero in on the noise. She's whining softly and pressing back against him again, and maybe its his deprivation sinking lower along with wishful thinking, but its like she doesn't want him to leave.
Like a fool, he obeys. Sliding his hand in further, he finds the thin patch of hair covering her cunt. She shifts, minutely, but she's giving him more room subconsciously and his heart is racing.
His hand slips further until he finds her slit and he fucking moans. She's wet already.
Wet enough that his finger can slid between her lips easily and find her hidden pearl. She's so warm and wet and he strokes her clit in slow, tiny circles.
The noise it elicits from her wasn't made for his ears, he knows it. But he soaks it in anyway and strokes her clit faster.
Her hips roll forward to meet his hand and she presses back into his cock and fuck, fuck. His entire body felt like it was on fire, like he was fighting some fever burning him from the inside out. She was the balm to soothe the heat.
Dipping his finger down further, he found her opening and the wet heat immediately enveloped his finger as he pressed in slowly with no resistance.
So caught up in the intoxicating feel of her squeezing around his finger, he doesn't notice her turn her head and blink her eyes open.
"M-Mr. Six…?"
Something akin to panic freezes his blood and his finger stops briefly, but only for a moment, before he's pressing it in further.
"Shh… you're alright." His voice is soft, more tender than he's ever heard it and he's rewarded with her soft sigh and her head tilted back into his shoulder.
But she doesn't stop him. She doesn't protest. Instead, she lifts her leg, opening herself up for him and Six growls. His finger sinks in as deep as he can get it and she mewls again, arching her back prettily to get him exactly where she wants him.
His head spins and he works his finger into her, slow and deep, savoring every slick sound her cunt makes as it desperately squeezes down on his digit. Court's cock is painfully hard and the arm trapped under the kid wraps around her chest, anchoring her so he can grind against her ass properly.
She moans, a pathetic, needy sound and her hand reaches back into his hair, gripping it in a tight fist. "Mr. S-Six… please."
God, did she even know what she was begging for? She was young, but she wasn't a child. The thought of her touching herself sends a shiver of excitement down his spine and he fucks his finger into her faster.
She throws her head back hard enough it hits the firm muscle of his shoulder, but she doesn't seem to care. All she cares about is chasing that pleasure, rocking her hips eagerly to meet his hand as the heel of his palm grinds into her clit.
Her moans grow in staccato and he knows she's close. Pulling his finger free earns him another pathetic whine, but he's quick to assuage her with a second finger, pressing two digits back into her carefully. It isn't long before she's rocking into his hand, practically fucking herself on his fingers.
Court's voice is low, growling encouragement into her ear. "C'mon, baby girl. Give it to me…"
It's the little push she needs and then she's coming apart on his fingers. She grips his wrist with her small hand, desperately keeping him there as she rides out her orgasm with little moans and after shocks. Finally she releases him and he pulls his fingers free from her cunt, the slick sound making his cock twitch, and he knows without looking that he's an absolute fucking mess in his underwear.
She looks over her shoulder at him, her eyes hazy with post orgasm bliss. He's not sure if she's bold or delirious when she reaches behind herself to cup him through his sleep pants, but it takes everything in him not to push her on her stomach and fuck her right there.
"Don't."
When he wraps his fingers around her wrist, still slick from her pleasure, they overlap each other easily. "You- should go back to sleep, kid."
"No, please." There's that whine again, the one he's going to be hearing in his dreams for the rest of his god-forsaken life. "I want it… Please, Mr. Six."
She rolls her hips back against him and he's not as strong a man as he once was. "Take them off, kid."
The girl scrambles to obey, squirming out of her sleep shorts as Court presses soft kisses to her neck and shoulder.
There was definitely a special place in hell for him.
Her shorts were off in a matter of seconds, flung somewhere to the floor and Six tugged the front of his sleep pants down until his thick, hard cock sprung free. She gasped when she felt the sticky tip hit her thigh and opened her legs for him.
"Please please please…"
If she kept begging like that, he was going to blow his fucking load before he even got the tip in.
"Shh.. I've got you, baby girl. Relax. Just relax."
He cooed in her ear, nuzzling her neck as he pressed his hips forward. The tip of his cock teased her folds and they both gasped at the contact. Her entire body trembled with anticipation as she pressed back against him, and he knew it was cruel, but he teased her anyway. The length of his cock slipped through her folds easily, gliding past her entrance as he coated himself in her slick.
She cried out in frustration and reached back to grab his hip. "Six!"
Finally, her hole caught the tip of his cock and he didn't fight it, pressing his length into her slowly. The tight squeeze around his length was achingly pleasant, like pressing on a bruise and relishing the relief when the pressure is gone. The kid had her neatly manicured nails clawed into his hip, sure to leave marks and the thought made his chest rumble.
She tilted her head back to look at him again and this time, their eyes locked and he couldn't resist her pull. He closed the distance between them, kissing her deeply, a messy, open mouthed kiss where his tongue met hers and it was evident how inexperienced she was.
He didn't dwell on the thought long, focusing instead on guiding her through the kiss. The hand across her chest slipped under her shirt, finding one of her perky tits easily. It fit perfectly in his palm.
"Fuck-" he growled against her lips and finally, slowly, pulled his hips back, only to sink back into her. She dropped her head to the pillow and moaned, lifting her leg to loop a hand beneath her knee. Six was quick to replace it with his own, holding her leg open to fuck deeper into her.
Every forward press of his hips had him sinking deeper until he was bottoming out inside her, every thrust pulling a soft grunt from his chest. She was so fucking tight, so perfect, he had to breathe through his nose to keep his composure.
"Six, please.." Her hand returned to his hip. "Faster, please, Mr. Six."
He wasn't strong enough to deny her request, pulling his hips back to snap them forward faster. The result was immediate. She screamed her pleasure until Six cupped her jaw with a firm grip, forcing two fingers between her lips, and she nearly gagged but quieted down immediately, her tongue licking over the thick digits.
The bed began to creak in protest, squeaking audibly with every snap of his hips. Planting his foot on the mattress, he fucked into her harder, his heavy balls slapping her cunt with every forceful thrust and he could feel himself beginning to reach his peak.
"Touch yourself for me, kid… Be a good girl and rub your pretty little clit for me." He got the words out between grunts, pressing his face into her neck and she obeyed.
She nodded and slid her hand down her front to stroke at her clit in quick, demanding circles. This time he pulled his fingers free, letting her cry out as her second orgasm crashed over her and she squeezed almost painfully tight around him.
He had barely enough forethought to pull out before he came, releasing her leg to stroke himself to completion. It didn't take much and he spilled between her thighs and over her cunt, grunting and growling as he marked her.
Slowly, they came down together, breathing heavily and hearts racing. He didn't know whether to hold her closer or push her away, so for now he just opted to not move. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, though he was certain it was only minutes.
It wasn't until he could feel their juices becoming uncomfortably cool around his softening cock that he finally got up. Pulling his shirt up and over his head, he cleaned her first, almost reverently, wiping up the evidence from between her legs carefully.
And it didn't take long before the guilt came crashing down onto him like a brick house. He clenched his fingers and tried to force it back, compartmentalize it, but this one didn't want to be tucked neatly away in a box.
When they were both cleaned up, he threw the shirt into the trash. He'd have to burn it later.
Returning to the beds, the kid was on her stomach now, eyes closed as she dozed off. He smiled and sat at the edge of the second bed, ready to take the night watch but she wasn't having it.
Her eyes open and she lifted her head to look at him with that demanding, spoiled expression. "Come back to bed. I want you to hold me."
Who even was this kid?
"M'not tired. Gonna sit right here, thanks." He crossed his arms and resigned himself to staring at the wall.
He didn't need to look at her to see her pout. "Come hold me or I'm going to call my father. I'll tell him you touched me." She had a proud little smirk on her lips and Six glanced over his shoulder at her.
Little fucking brat…
But he couldn't deny the small smile on his lips as he walked back over and climbed into the bed. The kid immediately made herself comfortable, pressing up against his bare chest and nuzzling into his pecs.
"Goodnight, Mr. Six."
"Yeah, goodnight kid."
He couldn't help but feel like he'd gotten played.
He couldn't help but feel like he didn't mind one god damn bit.