I smiled tightly, repeating, "Just the same, Miss Abba, I'm going to need to frisk you."
"There's no reason you can't still call me Elda." She tugged her hand away from me and I didn’t stop her. "And of course, you can frisk me. For purely security reasons."
I narrowed my eyes on her. "Are you laughing at me, Elda?"
"I wouldn’t dream of it, Luke."
I was sure she was, though.
She took a step back and raised her arms from her sides, arching an eyebrow at me, her look practically daring me to go ahead.
I couldn’t help the suspicion. These parties had such tight security, even I was impressed. No one not on the list—prepared weeks in advance, should have been able to bypass it. How she got in, I didn’t know, but I didn't think asking would get me anywhere. She'd just deny, deny, deny.
Or, if she was especially good, she'd have an airtight excuse.
"You can frisk me," she told me when I didn’t immediately begin.
I moved closer, moving my hands and placing my fingertips on her wrists. There was no need, her arms were bare so there was no way she could have hidden anything there, but I ran my fingertips up her arms and to her shoulders. I followed the straps of her dress, sliding my hands down her sides and around her back, being thorough.
Of course, there was nothing on her. I also noticed the very conspicuous lack of a purse on her person. And what self-respecting woman, even in a crowd like this, wouldn’t have a purse on her? I didn’t see her coming in, so there was no way to know if she had one somewhere in the room. I'd have to leave her and go ask the guard outside the main entrance.
But I couldn’t think about that for long. I couldn’t really think of anything but slowly frisking her, all the time my eyes on hers.
When I got to her hips, I lowered into a crouch, craning my neck to keep her eyes.
"Widen your legs for me, just a bit." The words came out in a murmur, and I saw her swallow, felt her body shift under my hands as she moved to comply.
I'd looked at her body long enough to know every curve, even as I mapped them with my hands—for purely business purposes, of course—but I hadn't gotten a good look at her eyes. They were brown, like I'd guessed, but not a dull brown like I was used to seeing. Even in the slightly shadowed corner, they seemed to glimmer.
They were surprisingly familiar eyes. But right then, all I was interested in was how intently they watched me.
Chapter 2
Elda
I'd had a suspicion something like this was going to happen to me. I didn’t think it would be quite like this, though.
The party was still in full swing, and I had lasted longer than I thought. But the man who owned this house didn’t employ fools; no matter how good I was, I was bound to be noticed. So, of course, I came prepared for that eventuality.
Purposefully, I left my purse, with my gun inside of it, taped under a table. I'd only sat down for a moment when I came in, under the excuse of taking a short rest before I began to mingle—plenty of ladies were part of that group, in fact—and I'd known not to walk around with it. If the man in front of me had seen me with it in the beginning of the evening, I would have worried, but I didn’t think he had.
Luke.
An ordinary name for someone that was anything but. I hadn't seen this man when I walked in, even with all the security around, either inconspicuous in glasses, black suits, and earpieces or moving as part of the crowd. He stood out.
And he was suspicious of me.
I felt the edges of my lips curve up just a bit more.
"You're being especially thorough," I murmured.
His lips curled into a smile. "It's part of my job."
Right. That was why he was running his hands up and down each of my legs, meeting skin instead of satin when he worked his way up my right leg, hand going under the slit in the dress. I bit my lip at the sensation of calloused hands running up the soft skin of my leg, up my thigh, getting close to my panties and running back down.
I was suddenly glad I'd opted for not wearing any pantyhose.
Even expected, this was a definite wrench in my plans. It had all been going so well, but it was better to get this out of the way. But I found myself getting distracted from the goal. I had no doubt I could get myself out of this situation, without causing a scene. But even though I could tell the man was interested in me, there was no reason for him to be quite so handsy, or for a simple frisk to be taking this long. Not that I could place all the blame on him.
I didn’t try to stop him.
I had plans for the day, and that was where my focus was; where my focus should be. But this man, Luke, was turning me on, surprisingly.
My men were few and far in between. Usually, my head was too full of the job, and part of that meant being immersed in normal society when I felt the term no longer quite defined me anymore. Normal men were a bore. But I knew, just looking at him, the man who was going to his knees in front of me, I knew there was nothing normal about him.
I looked out of the corner of my eye, felt the corner of my lip twitch upward. How convenient, I mused to myself. And he was moving his hands and sliding them up my sides, making my body shiver. I couldn’t help myself. I took a quick glance around the room, saw no one was paying attention to us, so I pulled open a nearby closet door and shoved him inside. I moved my hand around until I hit a light switch by pure luck. The room was surprisingly spacious, and I shoved some coats aside and pinned him to the wall.
He looked surprised, and I grinned. "You're not needed anywhere for the moment, I hope," I murmured, sidling closer, curling my hands into the lapels of his coat.
He was still for a moment, and then his hands reached for mine. Instead of pulling me off him, his hands curled around mine and rested there, his eyes dropping to my mouth.
"Not for the moment, no." His voice was even quieter than mine, and I inched close enough that my breasts brushed against his chest with every breath, making my body shiver more. Then his lips curved up in a lazy smirk. "What are you going to do with me, now that you have me alone, Elda?"
My body shuddered.
I was a tall woman to begin with, at five foot ten, but he had maybe five inches on me that were cut down by the four-inch heels I wore. Still, I knew I couldn't have moved him if he hadn't wanted me to, even if I'd taken him by surprise.
Realizing that only made me hotter for him.
I slammed my mouth against his, pushing the jacket off his shoulders. I was surprised he didn’t have a shoulder holster on, the way he pulled me aside for a frisk I assumed he was security. It didn’t last long as he reacted to the kiss, arms wrapping tight around my waist, holding my body to his, ravaging my mouth and making me moan.
Damn, I couldn’t remember the last time I'd gotten this hot just from a frisking—with clothes on—and a kiss that was admittedly impressive.
He didn’t let me have the upper hand for long. Or rather more like he was done pretending I had it at all. His arms tensed, then he was shifting us around so I was against the wall, pushing his body against mine, trapping me between his hard body and the wall. Then his hips met mine and I broke the kiss off with a gasp, my body shuddering as I felt him hard against me.
I laughed, a little breathless, but then I happened to look up and meet his eyes, and the laugh cut off, nearly choking me. His dark eyes were darker, the brown completely swallowed by his pupils. This was what lust looked like; his eyes practically burning with it, his face twisted in it.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me," he growled, and I could hear it in the roughness of his voice, and it made my body shiver with more want.
"And what about what you do to me," I shot back with no heat, breathless. "You better take responsibility for this, Luke Bable."
His grin was feral. "With pleasure, Elda."
Then he was kissing me again, and I could no longer think or do anything other to keep up with his ferocity. The kiss was wet and messy, I could feel spi
t dribble down my chin, but then he was pulling back and licking it up, then kissing me again, one hand going to my chin, holding my mouth open for his tongue.
I panted for breath as he pulled back again, trying to catch my breath. It was difficult, moans pouring out of me as his lips slid down my throat, kissing and nipping as he went. Then one of his hands was sliding the strap of my dress off one shoulder. I didn’t have a bra on, and he reached a hand inside the gap in the dress, palming my breast and lifting it from the confines of my dress, I whimpered and arched my back, thrusting my breast into his hand. He growled, wrapping his lips around my nipple, teasing it with his tongue and sucking hard, causing me to throb between my thighs with every suck of his lips.
I reached for his hand, the one that hadn't gone back around my waist, and slid it into the slit of my dress. I parted my legs wider, bringing his hand between my thighs. He froze for a second, then his mouth gentled around my nipple, and his fingers felt the wetness of my panties.
"Please, Luke," I whispered in his ear, pressing his hand harder against me, the throbbing becoming unbearable. "Do something—anything—just make me feel good."
He released me, making me gasp and want to protest, but then he was dropping to his knees again. His hands pushed my dress aside, pushing the inside of my thighs apart so I would widen my stance, shoving the dress up around my hips so he had free access. He buried his face between my legs, and I watched, fascinated, as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he was pushing my legs wider, and I felt his tongue nudge against my clit through the soft silk.
I whimpered, slapping my hand against my mouth so I muffled any noise. His hands moved up to my hips, then dragged back down, holding onto the sides of my underwear, pulling away to slide it off my legs. I had to concentrate on standing on one foot as he pulled it off one leg, then the other. I laughed a little as he stuffed it into one of his pockets, breathless.
My body shivered, and I was biting into my palm as his head went back between my thighs, and he used his tongue to slowly drive me crazy, licking my clit, all over my sex, then firming his tongue and thrusting it inside my body over and over. Then he replaced it with a finger, his tongue back to licking at my clit. Two more fingers soon joined the first, and I threw my head back against the wall because watching him wasn’t helping me keep my voice down at all.
My legs trembled in my heels as they worked to hold me up. I could feel the pleasure growing, little sparks of electricity flying under my skin. I whimpered again, trying not to cry out, and the fingers of my free hand moved to his hair. It was a little on the short side, but it was long enough for my fingers to grab hold of. I held his face to me, feeling my breath catch as he swirled his tongue against me. Then his fingers thrust just a little faster, just a little harder, his mouth closing around my clit and sucking, hard, like he had moments before on my nipple.
I thought I screamed as I came, my orgasm taking me by surprise, but I muffled the sound with my hand again. My body shuddered, but he didn’t stop, and I kept coming until my body sagged against the wall in exhaustion.
Luke gentled his touch, and then he stood up. I couldn’t do more than look up at him from under droopy lids, gasping for every breath. Then his arms were wrapping around me again, and he was kissing me, hard and strong.
I moaned, melting into him, feeling some strength returning to me, my body growing hot again. But this time, it was his turn.
Chapter 3
Luke
For a second, it was touch and go. I knew she was getting close, and I took that moment to push her over the brink. I looked up at her body, keeping my fingers moving inside her even as she convulsed hard around me, kept sucking at her clit, teasing it with my tongue, and seeing her enjoying herself so thoroughly, I nearly came in my slacks.
I held back, though. I planned on getting off, but it would not be in my pants like some over-eager teenage boy.
When she was completely wrung out, her body going slack like she would slide off the wall if I wasn’t bracing her against it, I slowed down and stopped. I licked my fingers clean and then rose. I nearly came again when I caught the look on her face.
Her chest moved up and down with every deep breath she took, one of her boobs still hanging out of her dress, tempting. Her eyes looked at me from under her lashes, mouth parted as she breathed, her face flushed. The expression was sultry, and Elda looked pleased.
Fuck.
Usually, I was too busy focused on my job to give myself a lot of free time, even when I had nothing better to do, but I'd been with quite a few women in the time since I'd met Greco. I knew how to please a woman, but having Elda look at me like that, made me want to taste her again, just so I could keep that look on her face.
I couldn’t help kissing her again, maybe a little too roughly, but she didn’t seem to care, sighing into my mouth and melting into me. Her body squirmed against mine, rubbing against my erection and making me moan. I was about to push her away, I was too close to be able to take this, but then she was pushing at my shoulders. I pulled back, surprised, but she just shoved my shoulders so I would turn around, so I was leaning against the wall then she was leaning on me.
"Stay there." It was a command.
I wasn’t one for taking orders, not from people I didn’t serve, people that didn’t pay me. But I found myself frozen. She waited, so I managed a nod and went back to being still.
She held my eyes for a moment and then fell to her knees. She probably didn’t fall, but the move was so quick, I couldn’t describe it any other way. Her hands, small, slim-fingered and soft, went for my belt, unbuckling it quickly, then undid the button of my fly.
"Oh, shit." My voice was low, barely a murmur, but she somehow heard and grinned up at me.
She pulled down the zipper, then worked my slacks down to my thighs. I wore boxer briefs underneath, the fabric straining against the obvious bulge of my cock. She got that look on her face again, eyes going half-lidded, and her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip. Then she was leaning forward and mouthing the head of my cock through the fabric.
It was my turn to muffle my groans with my hand. Her lips, full and pink, wrapped around the head of my cock and sucked, and even through the fabric, I could feel it. She worked my briefs off, lifting the elastic carefully over my cock before sliding them down to my slacks. Then her pretty lips wrapped around me again sucking harder.
I cursed in my head, every swear word I knew in every language I knew. I watched as she pulled back to press the tip of her tongue against my leaking slit. Then she swept her tongue on her palm and wrapped it around the base of my cock, holding me steady and lowering her mouth on me, taking me inside, and finally closing her lips around me again, hollowing her cheeks and sucking as she pulled back.
Her head bobbed in a slow rhythm, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit into her mouth. Spit slicked her lips, her hands, making indecent sounds, and for a second I almost wanted to laugh, remembering where we were. If someone came close enough to the closet to hear, would they know what we were doing? It got shoved out of my mind when she suddenly went down, taking more of me, and I felt the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.
I cursed again, a little louder than I meant to, and her eyes flicked up to me, making my breath hitch. It was already too difficult to breathe, but I stopped just then. Until I realized I would suffocate myself to death and let it happen. She kept eye contact with me as she slid down, slowly, pretty pink lips wrapped around my flushed cock, taking me back into her throat. I could feel the muscles work around me as she swallowed, and I nearly lost it. I could practically feel myself on the brink of an orgasm, but then she tightened her hand around the base of my cock, and the feeling died down.
"Tease," I growled, but she just hummed, the vibrations around my cock only making me groan some more.
She was driving me crazy.
But I was more than content to wait. Because as good as it felt, her giving me a blowjob wasn’t
all I wanted at that moment.
Just watching her had me about ready to come, but her hand was still in a tight hold around me. Her eyes would slip closed, long lashes resting on her flushed cheeks, but didn’t stay closed for long. She'd open them and look up at me again.
It was more than just the lusty look in her eye, I decided as I looked at the rest of her. She hadn't bothered to fix her dress, and I wished we were in a position that would let me touch her, play with her breast, tease the peaked nipple, as she drove me out of my mind. Lower, I could see her free hand under her, and it moved as she played with herself, first slow and barely noticeable, then fast and furious.
That more than anything got to me. She was pleasuring herself as she pleasured me.
"Fuck, Elda," I moaned her name, wrapping my hand in her hair. She went still, looking up at me again, and I took the cue to hold her in place as I thrust my hips, sliding my cock into her mouth, then out, again and again, her hand slipping from around the base to play with my balls underneath.
But fuck was what I really wanted to do. I had a wallet in my back pocket, and it didn’t carry much, but I always had a condom in it. When I was at one of these parties, I usually had an urge to find someone to play with, either at the party or after. I'd never done anything quite like this, usually, we'd go off to some private hotel because I didn’t mess around on my boss's turf when I was technically supposed to be working. This was a first for me, but I didn’t think twice about pulling her off me, tugging at her hair a little too sharply so she stood up and I flipped her around so she was pressed against the wall again.
Her lips were swollen, and when I kissed her, I could taste myself in her mouth, just the barely there taste of precum, but it still made me growl. I pulled away from the kiss, taking the hand she'd used to pleasure herself with and licked her wet fingers so I had her taste in my mouth, too.
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