Falling For Evil 

Part Four

 The cold air was biting at my skin as we walked the quiet dark streets. I'm kind of excited, no, I am but I'm also mythed as to why I'm letting myself be pulled in by him. He's a nut, an intriguing hot one at that. But what if I do something he doesn't like, will I be like that woman who pissed him off so much and become his first victim? 

   "What cha thinkin about?" He asked. I shot him a look, yet he didn't see it. He casually walked with his hands clasped behind his head. Grinning, like he's so prone to do. 

  "Not much…. "

  "Liar!" He shouts, catching me off guard. "Don't worry, I don't plan on killing you." Fuck, shit, bollox. How does he do that? See right into my brain. "It's just up here," he said, pointing down the road. "It's not much but it's mine, okay?" I nod in response. The area is rithe with criminal activity, an area I would never even think twice about coming into. I mean, I live in the city, I have a huge penthouse apartment, a Mercedes benz and a shit ton of money, yet here I am fucking slumming it when I could be calling on one of my clean cute fucks. "Come on in." He said, turning into a run down block of apartments.

   It doesn't suit him, he looks like he should be living somewhere better. A hell of a lot better. Like my place…..What. The. Fuck. Why did I just think of that? Attachment problems. That's me. An all you can eat buffet of issues. Mainly commitment issues, but that's for another day. But why? I don't know him. I don't know any of my patients, not really. Only what they allow me to see or what I assume would be the problems at hand. Depression. Bi-polar. BPD. Psychopaths… The list is endless and I'm no better in myself. Hypocritical. That's another one for me. But in all honesty, I don't know anyone. "It's dark." I muttered, walking in. "And it stinks here too." 

  "Yeah, it does, and the lights in this block are shoddy."

  "I'm a little worried, you know." 

  He slaps me across the back again, but a little softer this time. "Don't be." And we made our ascent up some stairs. The walls must be paper thin, I could hear other residents and it wasn't pretty. Shouting, swearing, music booming from another apartment. The smell of weed and alcohol assaulted my senses. God I wanted to fucking run. "Right, here we are." He unlocked the door and switched on a hall light and we stepped in. I thought it would be nasty, but I was pleasantly surprised. It's actually clean and neat, not a thing out of place. "The kitchen slash living room." He said as we walked through. Again, it was clean and neat. "The bathroom." Well I was shocked. Truly shocked. The guy lives in the slums and his place was really warm and….And cosey. "And," he said, giving me a wide smile. "The bedroom." I stepped inside and I was still amazed. He didn't have much in his room. A king size bed, neatly made. A set of bedside cabinets and a wardrobe, everything organised and clean. "So, how'd ya like it?"

  "Honestly?" I asked. He nodded. "Nice, actually."

  "Yeah, it's a shit area and most residents are pricks, but I like a nice home."

  "It's warm." I said removing my coat and placing it neatly on the end of his bed.

  "I got vodka, you want some?"

  "Sure."

  "Make yourself comfy, anywhere. I'll hang up your coat if you don't mind?" He left the room and I didn't feel like moving from here so I slipped from my shoes and placed them neatly by the wardrobe and sat on his bed. I was half expecting him to have an uncomfortable springy bed, but again I was awed at how soft and comfortable it felt. "You look well at home sitting there doc."

  "It's Adam," I repeated. "Adam."

  "Man you're so tightly wound up, looks like I need to give you a good screw."

  "I'm expecting that." God I want that. As of right now, I'm not in the least bit terrified, although in most circumstances someone most probably would be and way back from the very beginning. But as I made myself clear before, I'm in awe of this man. He's so fucking beautiful, no matter how crackers he's seems to come across. 

  "Your drink, I forget to get anything to lace it with, so you're gonna have to make do."

  "It's fine." I replied and took my drink. "I drink bourbon most the time so I can handle it."

  He looked me over, then moved so close I could smell him. "Handle this then." I looked up at him, then the huge bulge in his trousers. "You think you can?" He grins.

  "Huh, I think I can." I said and lifted my hand and let it skim gently over his ever growing ego.

  "Go on then." I blinked and undid his zip then popped his button. "I'm clean, so don't worry." That thought did cross my mind. Not about if he's washed, but what if I caught something. Condoms are a must for me.

  "You got condoms?" I asked him and placed my drink on one of the bedside cabinets.

  "Sure, when we get down to the nitty gritty. I got a lot of things we could use."

  "Such as?"

  "Suck my dick...Adam." 

  Fuck! My mouth pooled with saliva and I popped his dick free. Jesus, it's huge. I'm not fitting that in my mouth. "It's massive."

  "Go on." I felt hot, then cold and I grasped it in one hand. His hips bucked forward and I put my lips over the end of this monster and pushed down slowly, almost choking and I was barely halfway with his monster dick. How in the hell is my ass going to handle his dick? "Mmm, yeah." He breathes out and fists my hair. "Like that, Adam." I pushed it as far as my throat would let me. He seemed to be enjoying it. And not going to lie, I was too. He smelt so clean I wanted to bury my face in his soft public hair. He tasted good too. "Ahh, fuck." He choked and my eyes slid up to look at him. His head tipped back, the other hand still holding his drink, barely. "Stop…" he murmured. 

  And I did, it plopped from my mouth. "Why?"

   "Because, it's been a while and your mouth is so hot, Adam."

  "Hmm."

  "Lay back on the bed." I did. "Lets get naked." Before I could start on my clothes he was on me. Lifting me further up the bed. "I'm so gonna ruin you." I went to speak but his mouth covered mine. Hot, wet, the taste of vodka strong as his tongue duels with mine. There was a rush of clothes and they were chucked anywhere and everywhere. "You're so fit, just as Imagined you."

   "You...you too." And fuck me side ways he was. His skin lightly tanned, his muscles toned and etched in all the right places. Dark feral ink spread one whole length of his arm and over his chest. Some kind of tribal pattern. He...looked so good. "Shit," I said with clenched teeth as his hand grabbed my dick that had been throbbing the whole time.

   "So sexy." Gone was the worrying, gone was anything that put me in a position that made me want to run. I had him right in front of me. His hands touching me feverishly, his mouth sucking and nibbling at my skin. His hard dick prodding me. "I just want to ram you, right now."

  I panted then grabbed his arm. "Go on, then."

  "Yes, sir." He said, then opened the drawer on his cabinet and produced lube and a condom. "Ready yourself because I'm not stopping, even if you beg." The only thing I'm silently begging for right now is him, buried deep inside me, so deep I want forget who I am and what I do. It was quickly becoming a need I had to have, maybe a need I couldn't let go of. Ever.