Jack of Diamonds: A Jack Crane Story
Anyone who has ever made a comparison between having a cock in your mouth and finding a gun there is at best ignorant, at worst, dead. I've had both, and there's only one of those you'll catch me doing again. Unfortunately, the fact that this particular gun was pointed at the side of my head rather than the front did little to ease my mind. Or my libido. Christ, was I horny. I never thought danger got me hard, but---
The tip of the gunbarrel digging into the fuzz just under my ear and a thickly-accented voice quickly returned me from the fugue of my inner monologue. "Where is it?"
"Where's what?" I asked, stalling for time. It's a stupid question. I know what she wants. But I'm just answering a stupid question with a stupid question. She knows where it is.
And so the dance begins anew.
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JACK CRANE (100% FOX. 110% MAN.)
IN
JACK OF DIAMONDS
There's a security camera in my office. I chuckle bitterly to myself, realizing that all the security in the world won't help me out of this situation. The camera will simply record the scene as I, Jack Crane, sit at my desk, stare out the plate-glass window at twilight over the city, and get my brains blown from here to kingdom come. And I'm not even dressed for the occasion. I---
"Crane." That voice, that annoying Balkan voice again.
"What IS it, Ana? I'm busy contemplating my imminent demise over here, if you haven't guessed."
"Good," she said, idly blowing upwards to push a strand of hair out of her eye. "Maybe that will jog your memory. Maybe you'll tell me where Sergio left the money, and I won't have to kill you today."
I stole a look to the side as best possible without moving my head, to contemplate my options. I ended up looking at her to make sure that voice of hers was still connected to that body, that body with curves like the Nuerburgring---alternately deadly and expensive. God-damn, she's still a fine-looking wolf, especially in a---pardon the term---catsuit that leaves very little to the imagination. I could have been calculating the angles, finding a way to escape, or a way to get in under that gun before she fired, overpower her. I spent the time calculating the angles of her bent over my desk and how to get in under her tail. Fuck. My dick has led me to ruin.
"No, seriously, I don't know where the Sergio left the money because I'm not Sergio. Jesus, lady, why don't you ask him?" I began to shift one hand down towards the desk. Maybe if I could get to the door-buzzer underneath, that'd be enough of a distraction---
"Ah!" She said, pressing the gun back up against my head. "No funny business. Paws where I can see them, get up slowly."
Am I going to get to complete a single thought to myself today without interruption? Aside from this one, anyway. I slowly put my arms back on the armrests of my desk chair, began to inch backwards...and found myself dragging the middle drawer of the desk with me, hooked on the raging boner my trousers were doing so very little to hide. Fucking Christ.
Ana laughed at my predicament, and I hung my head. Today is not my fucking day. She placed her chin on my shoulder, replacing the gun and murmured, "Big man's a little too big for his britches it seems." I heard her holster the gun, and I made my move, kicking out from the desk, middle drawer and all, pencils spilling everywhere as the chair flew past her across the polished wooden floor. Clanging against the file cabinet behind me, she drew her pistol and fired, just as I dove forward in a flying tackle, catching her around the midsection, the both of us falling to the floor in a heap, her gun skittering off into the corner. I didn't hear any shattered glass, so I assumed the bullet had hit the wall. Or my file cabinet. Then again, it was very hard to hear anything with my ears ringing from the gunshot in the first place.
I sat up, straddling her midsection, and Ana attempted to do the same, so I slugged her one, a quick right hook to the chin and she wasn't trying to get up anymore. She stared at me through glassy eyes, shook her head once to clear it. She could still take a punch, expected of any ex-Securitate. I leaned in closer, pinned her arms, a move she made no effort to resist. My batch, pushed further up and out by my pants and my position, rubbed up against the underside of the shelf her breasts made of her uniform. Ana giggled. "Remember the last time we were in this position, Jack?"
I smirked back at her, because I did remember. It was some two or three years previous, and I had gotten into a barfight. I'd felt bad until I found out that the stoat I'd punched out and put in the hospital was due for a legbreaking from Ana anyway, so I'd basically just done her job for her. The first time I had straddled her was that night, where we showed each other our gratitude. I saw no reason to lie about my current state, so I shrugged inwardly and asked, "If you're gonna leave me alone about this Sergio thing, we could go fool around again. Like I said, I don't know nothin'. I ain't even seen that asshole since last week." She tried to lift one arm; I let her, and she ran the tip of one finger over my burgundy trousers, tracing along my throbbing cockhead.
"Okay," she murmured, and I stood up, helping her to her feet. She followed the motion into my arms and kissed me behind the ear, right where her gun had been digging into my skull. "You should join me, Jack. We could do this whenever we wanted, and we could own this town. They'd be running scared, Luca and Crane on the prowl."
"I'm not a criminal, Ana."
She sighed. "I know."
I reached around and slapped her ass, the sound ringing through the room much like the earlier gunshot. "I'm a criminal of looooove."
She rolled her eyes and we entered my bedroom.
I had flopped back onto my bed, not bothering to turn the lights on, the light of the city bathing the room in the deep blue of evening. I'd stripped down as far as my trousers, which I'd popped the fly of and had one hand in my briefs, adjusting...and stroking. Ana had turned her back to me and lifted her tail, bending down to undo the endless eyelets of her combat boots and giving a little show in the process, jamming that fine, fine ass of hers against the corner bedpost. Soon enough, she'd stripped, crawling up onto the bed to join me. She'd shed all of her clothing and endless weapon holsters but for a pair of sheer white panties, cut high and thin over the vicious curve of her hipbones.
She crawled over my legs, coming up to meet me. I reached out one paw to cup a dangling breast, kneading it as she rubbed her crotch against my knee, toes digging for purchase in the bedclothes. She nipped at my side, teeth scratching my skin through the fur along my ribs, paws already meeting with the one I'd previously sent south, pulling down my trousers and briefs, my long-erect manhood springing free, scented of sweat and musk. I traced my finger from her nipple to under her chin, putting my arms behind my head as she fully joined me at the head of the bed. We kissed, once, twice, and again, eyes open, watching each other's reactions, she continuing to rub her warmth against my leg, thumb wrapped around the tip of my cock, rubbing in time with her own slow grind. I reached out to hold her close to me, but she had other ideas, straddling me much as I had been atop her just minutes before, but for the direction, her back to me again. I dug both paws into the fur just above her tail, pulled myself towards that lush, luscious ass of hers. I was just starting on pulling down her panties when she got down to the business of sucking my cock. Naturally, I stopped for a second and luxuriated in the experienced she-wolf's moist embrace.
A moment or two later, I got back into it and stuck my muzzle practically up her ass, biting one silvered buttock briefly as I worked my way down to her sopping box. Why, I don't know. Sometimes instinct takes over and you just have to bite. Maybe it's some sort of primal attempt at showing ownership---a real laugh here, if there's anything I'll never have, it's Ana as a steady partner. Whatever. I'm busy stuffing my tongue into one of the hottest women I've ever known. Pay attention.
She groaned, "Nngh, Jack, give me your cock for fucking." Her English always did get worse when she really wanted it. I grinned and pressed my muzzle right against her clit, alternately talking at it and sucking on it. "Why, my dear, it appears you've already got it." She squeezed the base of my rod and I gulped involuntarily. "You know what I mean. I know you know. So fucking do it."
Snakelike, I slid out from underneath her and climbed over her back, nosing her blonde ponytail out of the way and digging my teeth into the scruff of her neck as my dribbling cocktip traced the edges of her feminine opening. She pressed her ass back against me, a growl of anticipation rising from deep in her throat. Our paws met as we both reached down to guide me into her, our fingers interlacing for a moment as we found our goal.
My initial analysis was right. Fucking hell, I was super-horny. I didn't think I'd been this horned up since I hit puberty. My dick felt longer, hotter and harder than it ever had, and it was soaking in the juices of Ana's receptive, velvety slit. Within seconds, we were fucking like our lives depended on it. Ana was bent fully over, her breasts and face pressed into the mattress, tail flagged in panicked desire, moaning as she gripped the blankets. She asked me, in between panting breaths and thrusts back against my manhood, "Does danger usually get you this hot, Jack? I should come over and threaten you more often."
"No. You just caught me on a bad day." I shifted my knees, pressing them into her calves, spreading her legs wider. My knot was really starting to swell at this point, and I thrust up against that tight ass of hers two or three more times before considering, "Maybe a good day."
With the silent communication of the closely connected, we slowed for a moment, long enough for me to pull out and for her to roll over onto her back, legs up in the air. I kissed her foot, sucking very briefly on a toe, and she writhed on my bed. We kissed again, her lips on mine, our tongues meeting somewhere in the middle as I got myself situated again. Again, her helping hand met mine between her legs, but this time, our paws stayed there, together, grasping and rubbing her clitoris as she wrapped her legs around me and I started to thrust once more. Anyone who thinks that their cock alone is enough to get a woman off the way she likes every time is a fool, a liar, and quite possibly a virgin. Mama didn't raise no fool, so we were rubbing up on her clit like it was the panic button.
Visually, however, I was getting hypnotised by the way her breasts bounced back and forth and to the sides if she shifted. I took my paw out of her crotch and lay down atop her to suck on a nipple. "Mmm," I said, "Delicious," I muttered into her globular mammary. She didn't reply beyond a chuckle and lifting her legs even further, drawing me deeper inside her, the perfect moment for her walls to clamp down on my knot, a long groan becoming a howl as she climaxed, back arching, pressing her hips upwards against me. The sound, the sight, the scent, the feel of this woman reaching her peak with me all were enough to put my knot into lockdown, cock flaring out to capture that place inside her, the pair of us bucking wildly as I released my cream, filling her up as per the biological imperative. We collapsed limply to the bed, tied together, panting.
Night had truly fallen, and only the lights of the neighboring buildings and streetlights outside brought any illumination to the scene. I brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and scratched behind her ear, she playfully bit my neck. "You know, you don't have to get in a fight with me or anything like that to do this," I suggested. "We could just date like normal foxes 'r wolves would."
"Pfft. What's the fun in that?" she replied. Or, I imagine, that's what she was saying, because she only got as far as "fun" before the bedroom door was kicked open by a hulking raven-haired stallion carrying a shotgun. "Crane!" he yelled, "Where's the fucking money?"
Sergio!
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