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I can already hear raised voices coming from inside the trailer again. It makes me wince, knowing I'm most likely to be on the receiving end of the inhabitant's wrath next, no matter how well I've done my job today.
Sighing, I lift my cigarette to my lips, inhaling the bitter smoke carefully as I look out across the wasteland before me, zoning out as I picture what's going on inside. Barry and Glenn had gone in before me…can't be anything good with those two. I feel for Glenn, being stuck with his harmless fool for a brother at his side - Lisgoe doesn't take too kindly to idiocy and sadly Barry is full of it. Glenn takes a lot of shit for the consequences of his brother's actions from the loan shark, more than he probably should.
The sudden tipping of the trailer snaps me from my thoughts, the entire structure heaving as its balance shifts. I swear and jump away from where I was leaning against it, coughing as the unexpected movement causes my breath to catch in my throat, the cigarette perched between my lips falling to the floor. Wide-eyed, I turn to the trailer, breathing heavily as the voices inside build in volume - this is going to be one hell of a meeting now.
The door slams open, catching me off-guard again. A figure storms out, smoothing a hand over slicked-back hair as he curses and grumbles under his breath. It takes me less than a second to recognise Lisgoe, my chest lurching at the sight of the man so tense and wound-up. He spots me instantly, turning his icy stare on me with such an intensity that I'm left floundering a little. His gaze rakes me up and down, scrutinising every little part of me.
Nervously, I take out another cigarette, lifting shaky hands to light it.
‘Got another?’ Lisgoe's cool voice interjects, making me jump.
Glancing up, I see him still watching me, his gaze dark with subsiding anger and something else I can't quite place. I nod hastily, silently cursing the sight of my tremourous hands as he reaches out to take one from my offered pack.
As he does so, the door behind him opens again. Glenn steps out followed by an oddly determined-looking Barry. The former glances at us briefly, grimacing at the sight of Lisgoe's stony expression, before hurrying after his brother.
Lisgoe scoffs and pulls a lighter out, taking a long drag on his cigarette as he watches the two sorry debt collectors scurry off.
‘Fucking waste of space,’ He spits through a mouthful of smoke.
I don't say anything, struggling to light my own cigarette in the meantime. The lighter just sparks, doing nothing to actually hold a flame for less than a millisecond, my thumb getting sore from striking the wheel so often.
All of a sudden, I'm all too aware of Lisgoe leaning in to me, his eyes boring into mine as he presses the tip of his cigarette to mine. At this distance, I can just about smell the sharp bite of his cologne mixed with the strong, bitter tobacco, the mix a dizzying headiness that goes straight to my stomach. I try not to gasp, concentrating instead on lighting the cigarette as he watches me closely, one of his palms coming up to guard the smouldering ends where we're joined. It doesn't take too long for the tip of mine to start burning; I try to ignore the burst of heat deep in my gut as his fingers brush mine. My breath catches in my throat, making me cough around the dark smoke curling from my lips.
He leans away again, the corner of his lip quirked up ever so slightly into a smirk.
My cheeks heat up and I turn away, doing my best to keep my hands stable. The reassuring heat from the cigarette soothes me a little, familiar and strong as it is, but I can't help my heart racing - it's not often I'm alone, one-on-one like this with Lisgoe. Usually I'm with the Baggs brothers, able to watch from a small distance, left to my less-than-pure thoughts about the loan shark. Now, it feels like he can read me like a book, see every dirty thought I've had in my eyes as if I'm projecting them onto the wall behind me. I bite my lip, fighting the fantasies out of my mind as they resurface with the sight of the man smoking a cigarette. It takes great effort to tear my eyes away from the flexing of the muscles in his neck and the delicate shifting of the tendons in his hand.
‘What're you doing here then, hm? You’d better have better news for me than those two imbeciles,’ Lisgoe interrupts my thoughts, watching me closely.
I take a second to expel the smoke from my lungs, reaching into my pocket for the battered envelope there.
‘The Hulls’ paid up. It's all there,’ I tell him, handing over the wadded-up cash in its paper casing.
Lisgoe lifts a brow, propping the cigarette at the corner of his mouth before flicking through the money, counting it in its entirety. He makes a sound of approval.
‘How’d you manage that then?’ He grunts, shoving the envelope in his pocket.
‘Just told ‘em what would happen if they didn't. Stella threatened to leave Charlie if he let himself get beaten up by “lousy debt collectors”,’ I shrug, tapping ash from my cigarette.
My heart flutters again as Lisgoe grins at me, running his tongue over his teeth.
‘Clever girl. Well done.’ He looks me over again, cocking his head to the side.
Something stirs in me, heat rising to my face again. I bite my lip, hiding a giddy grin of pride at the praise; I try not to think about the newfound curl of arousal building in my gut - how many times have I thought about him talking about me like that? Far, far too many.
He puts his cigarette out,l smirking to himself as he goes to the door of the trailer.
‘Come on,’ He barks at me, flicking his head in a ‘come hither’ motion as he goes inside, leaving me staring at the closing door.
Hurriedly, I stamp out my own cigarette and follow him inside.
Lisgoe sits at his desk, leaning back in the chair to watch as I step in, his gaze trained on me. I stand there awkwardly for a moment, fiddling with my fingers under the intensity of his stare.
‘You've done well, (Y/n). Much better than the other idiots I employ,’ He starts, ‘I should probably reward you for your efforts.’
I frown, surprised.
‘Reward me?’ I parrot back at him, trying to think what he could mean - Joseph Lisgoe is not known for his niceness…rather the opposite.
He nods, beckoning me closer. By now, his expression is borderline predatory, calculating and cocky, like he knows something I don't. I step closer, looking at him in confusion. He just motions me closer.
I reach the corner of his desk, waiting for him to say something, barely looking up at him. Lisgoe makes a soft sound of amusement, reaching forwards quickly to grip my wrist. In one smooth movement, he pulls me towards him, making me fall onto his lap. I squeak embarrassingly loudly, face burning as I realise I'm mere centimetres away from the man's chest, my hand resting on his shoulder to steady myself. He chuckles, his hands appearing at my waist to hold me where he wants me, the sound resonating through me.
Righting myself, I bite my lip as I look up at him in confusion, anything I was going to say dying in my throat at the dark want swirling in his eyes. Instinctively, I try to squeeze my legs together, only to remember that his strong thighs are pressing them apart beneath me.
‘Mr Lisgoe?’ I stutter, swallowing down the rising excitement in my throat.
‘I've seen the way you look at me, (Y/n). I know you've been thinking about this since I employed you,’ He grins, leaning closer to purr in my ear, ‘Or has it been longer?’
His teeth close around the lobe of my ear, his tongue flicking out to soothe the bite as I whimper needily. Embarrassed, I take a deep breath, peering into his eyes as he sits back, looking pleased with himself. His hands tighten on my waist and pull me forwards, dragging my crotch over his as he presses us flush together. Sparks fly through me, my eyes wide as a moan threatens to burst from me. He takes my chin firmly in his grip, moving in until his lips are just brushing mine.
‘Don't try to hide those sounds from me. There'll be trouble if you do,’ Lisgoe growls, leaning closer again to lick a hot stripe up the length of my neck.
I gasp, my eyes squeezing shut as he begins leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along my pulse. A yelp escapes me as he bites down, my hips jerking forward over the noticeable bulge in his trousers. Lisgoe bites back a sound of his own, his grip tightening on my jaw the slightest at the friction. He rolls himself up into me, leaning back to watch as my mouth falls open in pleasure, my breaths coming hard and fast with the growing heat in my abdomen.
‘Make yourself feel good, go on,’ He commands me, removing his hands from me entirely, completely relaxing in his chair.
I blink owlishly for a second, realising what he wants as I start gingerly rotating my hips on him. Lisgoe smirks in approval, his eyes dark as they focus on my every move, staying remarkably quiet considering I'm grinding on his hardening cock. It's disconcerting, not knowing if he's liking what I'm doing but aware that his body is reacting to me quite definitely. I can feel him throbbing a little every time I press my clothed cunt down on him, my sex pulsing with need as I drag myself over him. Soft sighs leave me with each pass, my need growing with every second I spend getting myself off in his lap.
‘You can do better than that,’ He reprimands me, running his tongue over his teeth as he goads me on.
The action sends shivers racing down my spine, my breath shuddering out of me as I start to move with more purpose. I start rotating my hips a little more, grinding down hard as I start to chase the rising euphoria, my eyes falling shut, my head tipping back. Lisgoe hums, clearly pleased with the way he's got me.
Carefully, I place my hands on his shoulders, opening my eyes to look at him for permission. His expression doesn't change so I take it as an invitation to keep going, using the new leverage to rock down harder onto him.
I don't get far until his hands have reappeared at my waist, gripping me tightly. I squeak in surprise, barely having a second to realise what's happening before Lisgoe has lifted me and slammed me down on his desk, pushing between my spread legs. His hands plant either side of me, pinning me to the table, my own still holding onto his shoulders.
Smirking, he leans in again, his mouth connecting with my neck as he trails hot, wet kisses in a line to my jaw, his tongue swirling against my skin teasingly. His breath fans out over my neck, his teeth scraping along my jawline as he noses his way up to my ear. As he speaks, his voice is husky, rough with lust and dripping with arousal.
‘You gonna let me fuck you, (Y/n)? Let me reward you for your good work?’ He rolls his hips against me, pressing his bulge roughly into me.
I nod, unable to speak as he lets his tongue slide along my jaw to my neck again. A whimper falls from my lips, my body moving on its own as I try to grind against him once more.
‘Answer me,’ Lisgoe growls, pulling back to look me in the eye.
Confused but too aroused to really question it, I lick my lips and respond.
‘Please…please fuck me, Mr Lisgoe…’
A shark-like grin spreads over his features and he gets to work stripping me of the clothes on my lower half. His hand is on my cunt almost instantly, fingers slipping past my folds to run through my arousal. A deep sigh escapes him as he draws his fingers up and over my clit, making my breath hitch as he starts to play with me. I grip his shoulders tightly, gasping at the feeling of his skilled digits massaging over my clit mercilessly, sending shockwaves of pleasure firing through me. He slides two fingers into me, stretching me around them as I clench down, my hips rocking to grind down on him.
‘Fuck, I can't wait to ruin this cunt,’ He practically snarls, fucking his fingers into me as he uses his other hand to palm himself over his trousers, ‘You're already so wet and I've barely touched you.’
Lisgoe withdraws from me, leaving me floundering until I notice him yanking his trousers and boxers down enough to pull his cock out. My mouth waters at the sight, unable to tear my eyes away as he pumps himself in his fist, using my wetness to get himself lubed up. He doesn't take very long, moving forwards to urge me down so I'm lying on the desk, my cunt exposed to him as he grips my thighs and pushes them up towards my chest. Heat spreads over my cheeks at the vulnerable position he's put me in, but the worry has no time to take root as he slips the first inch or so of his cock into me.
A filthy moan spills from me as he slides in fully, leaving me no time to adjust as he starts fucking into me. His hips slap against mine, pelvis grinding against my clit with every thrust, his pace ruthless and unrelenting. Pleasure, white hot and all-consuming, blazes through me, my every nerve going sensitive as he uses his grip on my thighs to thoroughly pound himself into me. He grunts with each stroke, his neck muscles tense as he tries not to let himself lose his composure too much.
‘God, why haven't I done this sooner?’ He gasps out, yanking me to the edge of the desk so he can wrap my legs around his waist. Leaning down over me, he uses the new angle to slam directly into that one spot inside me that has me seeing stars, drawing sounds I never knew existed from me.
Already, I can feel a knot building in my stomach, my cunt clenching tightly around the cock pounding into me. I'm so worked up from before that I know I don't stand a chance. We can both hear how wet I am, each thrust of his cock creating noises that would rival any porn I've ever seen. The slapping of our hips just adds to the obscenity of what we're doing, his pace only getting faster and harder as he starts to lose control.
Hesitantly, I reach down between us and start playing with my clit again, feeling the pleasure begin to concentrate into a rapidly oncoming climax. Lisgoe notices, slapping my hand away to replace it with his own. The action itself, followed by his unshakeable confidence has me whimpering and whining needily, writhing under him as I just about gasp out a warning. My orgasm explodes within me, my cunt tightening around Lisgoe as he fucks me through it, my body alight with euphoric fire. He keeps toying with my clit until I make a strangled sound of over-sensitivity.
By now, his thrusts have gotten messy and uncoordinated, still rough but losing their tempo. It's just beginning to get painful when he finally pulls out of me, his hand jerking himself hurriedly.
‘Get on your knees,’ He barks at me, ‘Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.’
I do as he says, albeit a little shakily, gazing up at him as he fucks his fist. He curses one last time, his hips stuttering as he cums onto my tongue, shooting hot ropes of the stuff all over the lower half of my face. I do my best to catch it, licking some from the tip of his cock as he slows his hand, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high.
A lazy smirk spreads over his face, his hand coming down to cup my chin, his thumb running over my lip before slipping into my mouth. I suck it clean for him, waiting for any further instruction.
‘You are a good girl, aren't you?’ He grins, settling back in his chair, ‘Maybe I should reward you more often.’
‘Yes, Mr Lisgoe.’