Not So Retired Any More I
#1 of Not So Retired Any More
Hi everyone. This is my first story posted on SoFurry. I hope you like it! With any luck, more chapters will be forthcoming.
The characters in these stories are, of course, purely fictional. Also, there's porn and (in later chapters) violence, so you kids go back to whatever it is pre-adults do when not surreptitiously reading porn on the intarwebs. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Eleven o-clock...Where the fuck is she? She should've been here at 2300.
Arlen sat on the old cracked leather couch, running thick fingers over its fissures and crevices like a long-time lover stroking his paramour. Impatient but familiar, urgent but gruff. He grunted and straightened aching knees as he stood, and paced to the window.
Gazing out, sharp slitted eyes caught all the movement on that busy street. Dozens of people out, even this late, was no surprise in this part of town. Street lamps that, amazingly, all still worked...Cars that weren't up on blocks or burnt out. He snorted in annoyance, and turned away from a view that served to remind him of how shitty his own neighborhood was.
Fucking paradise, except she's not fucking here. Goddamnit.
The black tiger dug in the pocket of his cargo pants, pulling out a battered soft-pack of Lucky's, gazed at the two left, then grumbled and shoved them back into the pocket with about half the violence he felt they deserved for not having more friends to keep him going.
Another ten minutes passed as he stared out that window, flexing bare paws in the thick woolen carpet, before he walked to the old wall-phone she always kept around. Heavy paws nabbed the receiver and placed it against his ear, while he strummed the keys slowly, recalling the sing-song mnemonic for her number.
"...Four floor, five jive, four floor, three tea."
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Thunk.
Arlen's left ear twitched and turned, and he replaced the phone on its spot as he turned towards the door and slid a paw into his coat pocket for the comforting weight of iron, always there 'just in case'.
A relieved breath tore from his chest as the door opened, revealing the silhouette beyond. His paw released his hidden pistol and slid out of his coat, as his arms spread to the sides and down in a gesture of frustration.
"Where the fuck have you been, Tam? I was worried something happ-"
The busty feline laughed, tipping her head back as she did, and walked inside while kicking the door shut behind her.
"Seriously, Arlen. How long have we known each other? You know I can take care of myself."
He growled under his breath and rounded the counter to approach her, glowering and with his fists clenched.
"I don't like surprises, damnit! You could have been hurt or in trouble or..."
"Or buying groceries to make dinner?"
Slitted gold tiger eyes dropped past the sultry-eyed beauty before him, and alighted on...Groceries.
I am such a fucking idiot...Ugh. This isn't the Mog. Get it together, Arlen.
The calico's smile shifted slightly, curling up one edge of her lip as she set the groceries down and stepped forward, putting her paw against his cheek and tilting his head down so she could meet his eyes, though she knew it made him uncomfortable. Eye contact that is.
"The groceries can wait. I'm sorry I didn't call."
She took his paw and led him to the couch, the grin continuing to curl as he raised a brow.
"Don't look so curious. I'm being nice for once. Sit down."
With that, she turned and placed a paw on his chest and pushed. Rather than letting the couch fold his knees for him, Arlen sat, hiding a wince from the ache in his legs. Then blinked as she dropped to her knees right in front of him.
"What...?"
"Its called a blowjob, Arlen. Relax. This isn't Sao Paolo or Mogadishu."
"And you're not my girlfriend."
"No, but we talked about this. Friends with benefits. You won't let me get you work any more, so we have to have something to talk about. Besides, you've been single three years now. Its not like you're cheating on anyone."
Arlen raised both eyebrows, as the calico's nimble fingers unzipped his pants and nimbly undid the button.
"I won't let you get me work because I don't...Nn...Do that kind of work any more."
She gave him a raised brow and a roll of her eyes, her slender hands now stroking up and down the veiny, half-hard tiger length she'd dug out of its pants-prison.
"Don't give me that crap, Arlen. Its in your blood. You're one of the best, and you can't stop twitching when you're not out in the field."
With that, and to forestall further argument, she dipped her head forward and rasped her tongue over his tip and under the front of it, before twisting her head and plunging in to get her mouthful of cock.
Arlen grunted, his dark-furred paw coming down gently in the calico's headfur, gripping gently as he struggled to make himself pull her off of him. After a few seconds, he gave a frustrated snort and let the paw lay there caressing her, his will just weak enough to give in.
"Goddamnit Tam. You always liked dirty tricks.. Nng.."
Arlen's feet spread out on the floor, bracing him as a little jolt of pleasure shot through his spine, as her dexterous hand drew his balls from the pants and rolled them after a little squeeze or two.
She stroked with her tongue, steady and rhythmic, making occasional swirls against his hot flesh, tasting the drips from his tip and moving her hand up to grasp what she couldn't get in her muzzle now that he was at his full, impressive length. Tam grinned around what was in her mouth, and looked up, seeking his eyes, but found them closed.
So, instead, she considered the black tiger - Dark on dark, his stripes only barely visible in the dim lighting. He was scarred, a white mark running down his chin towards his adam's apple, and the rolled-back shirt sleeves showing the old defensive knife wounds in a lattice of white marks up and down the fur of his outer arms. She thought about all those years he'd been out fighting, and how many jobs she'd gotten him...And how perfect he'd be for the job coming up, despite his newfound moral protestations.
Then, as Arlen's fingers started to clench in her headfur and his shaft started to twitch, she pulled her muzzle away and clamped her fingers just under his tip and behind the top of the crown. The tiger's eyes shot open and glower at her in a half-confused haze, as his orgasm was postponed by that sudden move.
"Tam, what're you...Let me fin-"
"Only if you agree to at least listen to the job pitch. Just listen, that's all I ask."
"Fuck...Tam...I don't kill any more. I've had enough, I fucking told you that!"
She smirked and gave his tip the tiniest lick, before pursing her lips over it, the impish look translating just fine despite his cock being in the way. Arlen finally met her eyes, those rich browns staring back at him, knowing she was going to win.
He struggled, fought his instincts, and felt his eyes starting to water, though whether from frustration or...Other frustration, he didn't know.
Shit.
He snarled, cheeks pulling back to display perfect white fangs, and his paw tightened in her hair again.
"Damnit! Fine! Fuck!"
His rumbly baritone nearly broke on that last syllable. Then, instead of calling out again, he gasped, as her mouth suddenly sunk down his length, twisting her head for that nice corkscrew motion on the way, and her throat opened in a swallow, her hand on his balls clenching slightly and giving a tug.
He needn't have warned her, she knew it was coming. Still, the thought lingered somewhere in the back of his half-blank brain that it was rude to cum in someone's mouth without warning. Nonetheless, he made barely a noise as his feet spread out, claws clenching into the carpet, right paw balling in her headfur, stomach muscles clenching as his shaft gave one more surge...Then blasted three, four, five, six heavy shots of his jizm straight from what felt like his toes, his balls, and the top of his brain all at the same time.
The pleasure radiating from his groin nearly blinded him. After her teasing, after the frustration of waiting and being manipulated even in such a minor way, the relief was nearly too much for him. A nice long orgasm was, as Tam might say "just what the doctor ordered."
Tam's laugh, soft and amused, woke him from the daze of all that intensity, and he blinked down at her.
She gave him a cum-blasted smile, her paw trying to work his fingers loose in her headfur as she dripped sticky white cum from her snout, cheeks and chin onto the carpeting.
"You pushed me backwards when you came, you lummox. At least you missed my eyes."
Tam was snickering out a laugh, despite words that might otherwise come off as offended or upset.
Arlen blinked one more time, then got a mortified blush under all that black fur, visible mostly inside his ears, and let go of her so he could cover his eyes.
"Shit, sorry...Hahaha, crap, guess I'm not getting blown ever again huh?"
That question, so innocent-sounding from the anything-but-innocent killer, got her laughing all over again, as she reached past him for a tissue from the coffee table.
"That depends, dumbass, on whether or not you keep me happy!"