Rock Her (13 page)

Then the gunfire erupted. The mall exploded with screams and
automatic weapons fire, and people everywhere scattered for cover. Storefront
signs shattered and glass flew over crouched heads. Kiosks blew apart in
splinters of wood and showered people on the ground who had taken cover behind
them. Kip dove to the concrete floor and as he did he turned to see deputy
Sparks, his service weapon fully extended but not yet fired, take a hit in the
leg. He buckled and fell to the ground behind the fountain. Annie was curled in
the fetus position against an atrium block wall. Kip landed not far from her as
the bullets flew over his head.

Kip knew this was not going to be resolved without a weapon,
and the only one in sight was in Sparks hand as he writhed on the floor about
30 yards from him. Again, without fully thinking it through, Kip combat crawled
toward Sparks, in the opposite direction from hobo assassin. He knew he had a
few seconds before being fully exposed, since the atrium was providing cover as
long as he stayed low. But he did not know if the hobo had moved since he began
his attack.

In seconds Kip was crawling through the fountain. He heard
gunfire again and sensed more than saw, the water being splattered above his
head. Then between the screams of the mall goers he could hear the assassin’s
feet slapping against the floor. He was on the move. It would only take seconds
before he had a clear shot on Annie. He started to roll, thinking he could
cover more ground toward Sparks since he was slipping on the slick floor of the
fountain.

As he rolled toward him, he caught a quick glimpse of Sparks
trying to get his attention. Then he saw the nine millimeter flying through the
air. Spark’s had tossed it to him. Kip judged the arc of the weapon through the
splattering water fountain and determined he had to roll one more time in order
to catch it. Kip stopped his ridiculous roll just as the weapon fell into his
outstretched hand, and he swung it around and squeezed the trigger as he
sighted in the on the hobo assassin in what he knew was a half assed aim, water
splashing into his eyes and face.

The hobo had just leaped over the atrium wall and landed at
Annie’s feet. He was about to bring his weapon up to fire when his head jerked
back and his knees buckled. The man fell into a crumpled hulk at Annie’s feet,
Kip’s bullet still hot and embedded in his brain.

Kip stared at the motionless mass to make sure he saw no
movement. When he was certain that the shooter was dead, he rolled from under
the fountain’s bath and made his way to his feet.

I love this shit! No!
That’s the adrenaline working on me!

Kip lowered Sparks mine millimeter and tried to relax. The
feeling brought him back to Kandahar. That combat high that all veterans get
and has been so richly described in the writings of the world war two heroes
since the forties. But Kip did not want to love this shit anymore. And he was
mad at himself for thinking he might. He dropped the gun and clenched his
fists. Then he realized that Sparks had limped up beside him and picked up the
weapon.

“Amazing shot!” Sparks said. “I could not have made it.”

Kip did not answer him or respond in any way. He was wrestling
with his demons. And his palms bled around his embedded nails.

Sparks was hunched and kept his hand on his bleeding leg.
“Buddy? Hey, you Okay?”

Kip would not respond.

Then Annie was there. She had shuffled up in tears, seeing that
Kip was clearly traumatized by what had just happened.

“Stay with him while I call this in,” Sparks said to her.

He didn’t have to call it in. Sirens were already heard even
inside the mall, even though it was not in chaos. People were screaming and
crying. And a fair number of witnesses had gathered around Kip, who would not
respond to anything Annie did to get his attention.

Within minutes, paramedics were there and trying to coax Kip in
to a sitting position. Finally, after Annie begged him to focus, he sat, and
they took his vitals. Cops were swarming the mall, clearing it, making sure it
was safe. Interviews were being conducted. Everyone who had witnessed it had
said that Kip was a hero. The shooter was dead, and no one except deputy Sparks
had been hit by a bullet except him.

Finally, Kip was convinced to get to his feet and he found
himself walking toward the ambulance that was waiting outside. That is when he
finally came back to the mall. Annie, who was watching his face intently as he
walked, saw the light go back on and his eyes cleared. He looked around,
finally setting his eyes upon her.

“Kip, it’s okay. You don’t have to feel bad. He was going to
kill me,” she said.

Kip focused on her and then began to move his lips. “I know,”
he said. “I don’t feel bad at all.”

Annie’s usual glow dimmed and she looked confused. “Then what
is the matter with you?” she asked.

Kip shook his head. “I was back in combat,” he said.

“And I loved it.”

Kip and Annie reached the ambulance and found deputy sparks
there in the back, his leg bandaged and an IV in his arm. He also had an oxygen
mask on his face. When Sparks saw Kip and Annie approach he sat up and pulled the
plastic face mask off, exposing a huge grin.

“That was some unbelievable shit, Mr. Jones!” he said.

Annie shook her head, trying to make him understand that Kip
was struggling with what had happened.

The deputy ignored it and turned his attention back to Kip.
“You’re a real fucking John Wayne!”

Kip just nodded at him.

Annie shook her head again at Sparks. “Deputy Sparks, please.
This is not the time.”

Sparks shrugged her off. “Shit
darlin
’,
there is no better time to tell this guy thanks for saving all of our lives.”

Kip smiled. “You called me Mr. Jones. “So you do know who I
am.”

Sparks grinned. “Haven’t a fucking clue. The lieutenant just
told me your name. All I know is, you saved my fucking life. And yours,” he
nodded toward Annie. “Hell, everybody’s.”

Then several officers approached Kip as he stood at the back of
the ambulance, all of them wanting to shake his hand. Even men came up to him
when they could break through the police line, and thanked him for saving the
lives of their family.

Kip was back fully, then. And he exuded his normal charm and
cockiness. He hated that he loved the feel of the gun back in his hand. And he
loved it all the same. But he loved being a rocker more and wouldn’t have met
Annie if he wasn’t one.

After three interviews with media and more with the police, the
excitement started to die down. Kip and Annie were once again offered a ride
back to his hotel. Kip asked that the bags of clothes, shoes and jewelry be
gathered and he accepted. But before there were escorted to the police car, the
same lieutenant that pulled Annie aside earlier had approached her again. This
time he did not take her from Kip’s side. He asked her a point blank question
directly in front of Kip.

“Looks like we are on for the sting operation for tomorrow. Are
you sure you are still willing to go through with it?” he asked.

Annie looked at Kip, who raised his eyebrows at her. She looked
back at the lieutenant.

“
Absofuckinglutely
!” she said.

Chapter
Four

Kip and Annie made it back to the hotel without any further
incident. Kip found himself sore from the day’s activities. He had been out of
the Marines for too long, it seemed. On the way back in the squad car, when he
first noticed the soreness in his muscles after the adrenaline had finally
fully subsided, he resolved to get more exercise. He looked over at Annie’s
breasts sitting high upon her chest and knew he would begin his new exercise
regimen just as soon as he got back to the hotel room.

“Inside Of You” By
Hoobastank

Kip had to admit that this position was more of a workout for
Annie than it was for him. He stood behind her and penetrated her repeatedly
while he watched her use all of her considerable strength to keep herself
balanced on the kitchenette counter. Her ass was at perfect altitude, giving
Kip unparalleled access to her deliciously pink pussy.

I absolutely like pink
,
Kip remembered this mornings’ conversation.

Annie reached back and gripped her ass, spreading it wider as
Kip plowed his manhood into her. Although the action at the apartment and the
mall had left Kip questioning his strength, Annie knew that there was nothing
wrong with his stamina. She put all of her weight onto her elbows and forehead
as she used them to prop her up on the counter. Each thrust Kip threw into her caused
her to slide a little further across the slick surface.

Despite not being able to take his eyes from her glistening
pussy being violated by his fleshy spear, he could tell she was getting tired
in that position, so he pulled out of her, leaving a string of his pre-cum to
fall upon the marble surface, and let her adjust. She flipped over quickly on
the counter, expertly dodging the faucet and she spread her legs around each
side of him. Leaning back on her opposite elbow, she reached down and spread her
smooth lips with her fingers and invited Kip inside.

He eagerly entered with a powerful thrust, and she threw her
head back in ecstasy, enjoying every inch. Kip reached up and pinched her rock
hard nubs sticking straight up on her tits, and she felt the pleasure and pain
all the way down to her thighs. She grunted slightly, which only served to
stiffen Kip’s resolve to bring her over the edge.

“What can I do to bring you off?” Kip asked with a voice full
of breath.

Annie took a moment to answer, staring him in the face while
she enjoyed the sensation of being pinched and penetrated at the same time.

“I really like what you’re doing now,” Annie said quietly.

Kip grinned. “You mean more of this?” and he plunged his cock
into her with extra passion.

“Oh,” Annie cried and threw her head back again.

“Or do you mean more of this?” Kip asked again, and he pinched
her nipple harder.

Again, Annie moaned with pleasure. “Oh, so help me God, I like
them both!” Annie cried, biting her bottom lip.

I think she likes to hurt
a little.

Kip lifted one of her legs and slapped her ass with his open
hand, leaving a red handprint instantly across her pink soft flesh. Annie
closed her eyes, and tears made her long lashes wet. She made no complaint,
which Kip took to mean that he had crossed no line. He slapped her again.

“Oh God, Kip!” was all she could say, and Kip grinned at the
pleasure he was causing her.

“Have you ever been spanked like this before?” Kip asked her in
between exerting breaths.

“No, baby,” Annie answered without opening her eyes. “I have
never even been screwed like this before either!”

I’m a sex god!

Kip grinned wider. His ego suddenly inflated more than its
usual level. He slapped her ass again, and watched as Annie clenched her legs
together and gush at the action.

This position was good, as he could watch as she fingered her
own swollen clit while he repeatedly penetrated her, but he wanted to continue
with his spanking, and needed better access. So Kip pulled out of her and,
grabbing her hand, pulled her to an upright position. He walked around the
counter to the coffee table, dragging her with him. They both kicked through
their discarded clothes that littered the floor.

When he reached the table he forcefully pulled her over it face
first, where she sprawled on her belly, her legs hanging over the edge. Kip
kneeled behind her and slapped her ass again before he parted her glowing red
ass with his fingers and entered her pussy from behind.

Annie gripped the coffee table with both hands and grunted
every time Kip’s hand made divine contact with her flesh. Soon a rhythm
developed. Fuck, slap, fuck, slap, etc.

Being spanked was new to Annie. Stewart was never a good lover
and certainly not creative in the bedroom, or anyone else. She was always left
wanting after anything that could be described as a sexual encounter with him.
But she had never realized how wanting, until her first fuck-a-thon with
Kip.
 
And, now, after this third time of
taking advantage of each other’s bodies, Annie new there was so much she was
missing. And she knew Kip was the one who could take her to new sexual heights.
She resolved to let him do anything he wanted to do to her body. She would be
his willing nave.

Annie’s knuckles were white as she gripped the table. Her eyes
watered from the pain Kip was inflicting on her ass. But it was pleasurable
pain. She could feel her juices flowing and knew that she was about to cum. And
cum big. The anticipation of it was about to put her over the edge.

Kip saw it coming, too, and proceeded to fuck her harder. He
was in complete control of her ecstasy. It was ironic to Kip that just two days
ago she refused to let him even get close. Now she was putty in his hands, so
to speak. He slapped her ass again and heard her whimper, but she did nothing
to stop him.

The light was low in the room but there was a glow from the
small kitchenette halogens and the lights of the city outside filtered in. Kip
could see Annie’s ass glowing red with handprints. The view only served to
motivate his rhythm. He pushed hard into her and penetrated as deep as he
possibly could, hearing the desirable moan emit from Annie’s luscious mouth.
Then her hips began to slap against the polished wooden table, increasing to an
out of control pace. Kip knew she was on the edge, and he slapped her ass one
more time.

Annie broke out in a violent orgasm. She gripped the edge of
the table so hard that Kip could hear the wood crack under stress. Her ass
pushed up and down into his belly as he experienced wave after wave of intense
euphoria.