"Can I fuck you? Please say yes, Elda. Because I don’t think I can stop now." It was a miracle I could speak at all, or that I had enough mind to be asking permission.
"If you have protection, I don’t mind," she whispered back, hands fisting hard in my hair, the tug on my scalp making me growl again. "Hurry up and fuck me already!"
I didn’t waste time, reaching into my pocket, keeping my stance wide so my pants wouldn’t fall any lower. I got the condom out of my wallet, and then tossed the wallet to the floor as I tore the condom wrapper with my teeth. I looked down at myself long enough to see what I was doing, and then I ducked my head to lick and suck on her nipple, sliding the rubber on my cock. I gave a couple of strokes and then held tight around the base, trying to calm down a little so I wouldn’t come with a single thrust.
She was making impatient noises, her body squirming, hands in my hair tugging hard enough for it to sting. I grabbed her right thigh, pushing the dress so the slit was above her waist, wrapping her leg around my hip. I nudged my cock against her sex, pressing the head against her clit and making her gasp, getting the condom wet. She leaned forward, her teeth clamping into my shoulder through the fabric of my shirt as I nudged against her entrance, teasing both of us, pushing forward but not far enough to slide inside. We both held still, just breathing. Then I slammed inside her body with a single thrust, and she screamed against my shoulder, the sound muffled as her teeth dug in a little deeper.
Fuck. It felt good, even when I didn’t do more than that, staying still and enjoying the feel of her tight sheath around me. But then she grew impatient again, rubbing herself on me, using the leg wrapped around my hip to move against me. She pulled away from my shoulder, leaning back against the wall as she arched her body, giving herself more leverage to move.
It was too much for me.
I'd never before lost control of myself like this. I wasn't working, but we were at my boss's kid's wedding, and we were in a freaking closet. All the doors in the mansion were thick, but they weren’t that thick. I couldn’t bring myself to care though, wrapping my arm around her waist so I wouldn’t bang her against the wall, unintentionally changing the angle and making us both groan.
I let myself move, starting slowly, pulling back just a little then sliding back in, then pulling back a little further. I increased in speed and power and until I was thrusting into her with the finesse of an animal, slamming into her body over and over, watching her as she watched me, mouth slack, fingers digging into my scalp. Then she was pulling my head closer and slamming her mouth against mine.
I gave a guttural growl, feeling my chest vibrate with it, and she must have felt it, suddenly whimpering and pushing her chest into me. I had a second to think about how I wanted her naked and under me, preferably in a soft bed where we wouldn’t have to worry about her being too loud, but the thought was quickly drowned out.
Her leg tightened around me, and I slid up my hand up her thigh, grabbing her ass cheek and giving a light squeeze. I held her still as I quickened my thrusts, a little faster, a little harder, and she was convulsing around my cock, her cry muffled by my tongue in her mouth.
It was what I was waiting for. I'd been on edge to begin with, but that threw me right over. I was too close, my thrusts dropping out of rhythm, my movements becoming messy and erratic. Then I went still as my cock erupted inside her, hips thrusting forward in an unintentional, jerky motion, stars exploding behind my eyelids with the strength of my orgasm.
Chapter 4
Elda
I felt amazing.
It could have just been my mind in the moment, but having Luke inside me, holding me against a wall as he fucked me, felt heavenly, better than any sex I'd ever had before.
Then I was kissing him again, and we both came. My body shuddered, and he followed soon after, and I could feel the condom expand inside me as he filled it.
It was the first time a man had made me orgasm twice in less than thirty minutes. I had the stray thought to try for three in under an hour, but I thought it might possibly kill me.
We were both left drained, and the kiss gentled into something slow, languid, and wet. When he finally pulled away, he buried his face in my shoulder as we both caught our breath. My hands had gone loose, fingers still lost in the strands of his hair. It was sticking up because I'd been tugging on it, and I smoothed it down automatically.
When we could both breathe normally, he pulled away, looked up and met my eyes. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that we were still connected. He was soft inside me, but we were pressed close together and he hadn't moved. Like he was suddenly aware of it himself, he removed the hand from my ass to reach between us to hold the condom as he shifted back so his cock could slip out of me.
He tied off the condom and dropped it on the floor, pulling up his briefs and slacks and tucking away his soft cock as he righted his clothes. I fixed myself up, letting the dress fall, blushing a little when I realized my breast had been hanging out the entire time.
None of this was like me. I didn’t fuck people in public, and usually, I wasn’t clothed when it happened. We were both lucky no one seemed to have noticed, or if anyone did, they didn’t barge in so everyone else could have a look at the show. It was an unflattering thought, but in this crowd, I wouldn’t put it past any of them.
I had to get back to the party, get back to what I came here for.
He held his hand out with black fabric fisted in his hand. It took me a moment to realize it was my underwear.
I took it from him, feeling a bit awkward as I pulled it on. I grimaced a little because it was decidedly uncomfortable. I was still leaking fluid from that last orgasm, and I'd have to walk around with that for who knew how long.
It was another reason why I wasn’t all that big a fan of sex or the kind of girl that would do it anywhere outside of a bedroom without an en suite bathroom or at least one close by.
But I couldn’t regret the best sex I'd ever had.
"Do you have a handkerchief?" My voice came out a little rough, and I cleared my throat quietly.
I had to ask, because my purse was still away from me, with the paper wipes I'd thought to carry along.
He reached into his pockets and pulled one out, holding it out wordlessly to me. I took it and wiped around my mouth, then wiped at the sweat on my forehead. Well, more like dab at it, so I wouldn’t ruin my makeup too badly. My lips were a lost cause, but I'd only had lip gloss, anyway. Still, I'd have to go for my purse to touch up before anyone noticed. I reached up, touched my hair, and felt relieved that it had held up. I fluffed it a little, adjusted the hair pins, and decided I was as good as I could be without a mirror to look at.
Hesitantly, I handed back the handkerchief and was almost surprised when he took it back. But he used it to wrap the used condom, dropping it into his pocket, then did up his belt and reached for his coat where I'd let it fall to the floor.
I took a deep, settling breath.
"Thank you for the breather from the party." I was proud of myself for how composed that sounded.
He arched an eyebrow at me as he shrugged on his coat. "Is that what you're calling this? A breather?"
No. Amazing didn’t even come close to what I wanted to name it. But I didn’t have the time for this crap. I didn’t leave my home, fly across the ocean and crash a private party just to have some fun, no matter how good it was.
So, as much as I didn’t want to, I ignored him, letting my face settle into something resembling calm.
"I’d better get back to the wedding."
I turned my back to him, stepped out of the closet, headed back into the section of the large room that had been turned into a restaurant area, and acted as if nothing had happened. I headed for the table where I'd left my purse. It was, thankfully, empty, and I sat down.
Glancing around, I was surprised to find no one staring at me. We must have been in there for some time, but we must have both been inconspicuous for no one to
be curious. I leaned sideways, pretending to fix my shoe, and quickly tugged my purse from where it was taped. I pulled the remains of the tape from the purse and rolled it into a ball, placed it inside and sent another look around the room then rose with the purse under my arm.
I moved away from the tables, turning my back to the crowd as I touched up my make-up quickly. I had some mints in there, thankfully, and I popped one in my mouth chewing it quickly. I moved it around in my mouth, hoping it would disguise if not cleanse my breath. I took a discreet sniff, before closing and replacing the purse under my arm. But then I just paused and breathed.
I had stopped at the edge of the crowd, not quite close enough for anyone to pay attention to me. I put a hand to my thudding chest as if my heart would calm down with a few strokes of my fingertips. It wasn’t beating quite as fast as before, but still, it was not back to normal.
That was dangerous. With the mission I had here, I had to be careful, which meant my heart had to calm a bit. But, why wasn’t it? I ignored my frantic thoughts, practically willing it to calm down and getting the opposite result.
"Is there anything wrong, ma'am?"
I whipped my head around, my surprised eyes catching the concerned ones of a waiter. I let the surprise fade away almost immediately, giving him a sheepish smile.
Dammit! I wasn’t supposed to let people see me so clearly. No one had looked at me with anything resembling interest, and I liked it that way. I didn’t need anyone recognizing me enough to give details about me later.
My looks were generic, though. Brown hair, brown eyes, a little pretty. I fit the description of a lot of the women present, a few of them even in floor length black dresses, much like me. But I hated taking chances and making careless mistakes.
"No, I'm fine, but thank you. I was feeling a bit off, and I wanted to go to the bathroom, but I'm afraid I don't know where it is."
"I could give you directions," he said almost immediately, looking eager to help.
I held back a grimace, made my lips curve higher in a wider smile instead. "Thank you, but I think I'm fine now. I'm just not used to these parties, I suppose. But I would love something to drink…" I hinted.
He nodded, all serious, and I had to bite the inside if my cheek to keep from laughing. I was a little disappointed he didn't snap off a salute.
"I'll get you something right away, ma'am." He turned sharply, back straight, and walked off.
With the momentary distraction gone, however, the smile fell off my face, replaced by a grim look. I was getting a little too distracted.
I had to get my head back in the game before I made a mistake that proved to be disastrous.
Chapter 5
Luke
I watched her walk out of the closet, chin held high, back straight, a little disbelieving she could push everything aside that easily. But then she was out the door and closing it quietly, and I was left standing in a closet, alone.
"Well, fuck."
What the hell just happened?
She'd been feeling everything we did together, yet she could walk away just like that, barely five minutes after I made her orgasm a second time. I hadn't forgotten where we were, and I knew I could potentially get in trouble for it, but that concern seemed to have flown out the window.
Because having her turn her nose up at me, at what we'd just done, only made me want her more.
I wanted to follow her into that room full of guests that would be a little too curious for their own good, find her and drag her away for some more fun. It wouldn’t get me into trouble, I wasn’t exactly Greco's security, the work I did for him wasn’t nearly so simple, but as far as I cared, any time he dragged me along with him, I was on the clock. That was the mentality I always held, and I was serious about business.
At least I had been until this woman.
"What the fuck is wrong with me." I murmured out loud.
The behavior I was exuding right then wasn’t normal for me. I wasn’t celibate, but when I went for a woman, it was to scratch an itch, because they were nothing more than a needed distraction. Elda, as beautiful as she was, was an unwelcome one, but I wanted her, and I didn’t think I could stop myself.
We were on my island—technically, not mine, it belonged to the boss, but it was certainly my territory more than it was hers.
There was no way I was leaving it—or her—for that matter. Not without having more of Elda.
I smoothed down my clothes, hoping everything was in place. I didn’t want to go looking for a mirror. I smoothed down my hair, combing it back with my fingers, and decided I was presentable. I reached for the closet door and opened it, sliding out as I glanced around.
There was no one in the vicinity, no one even watching the area, which was why she dragged me there in the first place. It hadn't been quite appropriate for what we ended up doing, but it was private. I took a breath, and walked back into the crowd and mingled like I hadn't been away and had a sexual encounter very recently.
No one bothered paying attention to me. These parties were all about who had the most influence, the most cash; it was like a contest to them. I had none of the things they were looking for, and I didn’t try to talk to anyone and brag about things that I didn’t have, so I didn’t stand out.
The people that had seen me before would let their eyes slide off me in disinterest, and there were very few people present, save the staff, that I hadn't met already. Greco didn’t have so wide a group of friends, after all. I'd been told I was good looking, but I was still generic, tall, brown haired and brown eyed with a constant shadow on my jaw, not quite enough to count as a full beard.
I glanced around again, this time looking for Elda. I found her at the edge of the crowd, taking a glass from a tray a waiter had brought to her. I expected him to leave after that, but he stuck around and they chatted. She was smiling, and I thought she looked amused, but from this distance, I couldn’t be sure.
The purse that was there under her arm hadn't been before was also particularly suspicious. I couldn’t drag her off for another body search, we were lucky not to have been caught the first time, but twice would be pushing my luck.
Not that I even cared. If she did come here with intentions other than to suffer through the party, she wouldn’t get the chance to do it, not with my full attention focused on her.
"Luke."
I didn’t let the voice distract me, waiting until I felt a presence beside me before taking my eye off her, but not for long. The guy that called me was another one of Greco's men. I knew every single one on sight and by name, but I never let them know that. I knew a lot about the people my boss decided to associate himself with.
"What is it?"
"I was looking around for you before and I didn’t find you. Where did you go?"
I bit then inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t laugh. The suspicion was obvious in his eyes, and he didn’t hide it in his voice. The few of Greco's men I encountered didn’t particularly like me. It was annoying, at first, but then it grew amusing.
"Where I was, and what I was doing, is none of your business. If you wanted to see the boss, you didn’t need my permission."
I was seen as something of a pet, for some reason. A cat, to be more precise. Coming and going as I pleased, bringing trophies back for my master only to disappear. The metaphor was disturbingly accurate, save where I carried back dead rats to him. I just did the deed and gave him the reports. But he was happy with my work, and that meant the others walked carefully around me because they didn’t want to risk angering him.
I could see the guy pale, eyes glancing around as he straightened. "I just wanted to tell you there was an issue in the kitchen."
I felt my back straighten as well, checking in my peripheral vision to keep track of Elda, then turning to the man in front of me, becoming serious. If something even remotely went wrong and I was too busy having fun to be there, I really would get in trouble, part of the security or no.
"What happene
d and why do I need to step in?" I mostly just killed, so it was bad when I was needed in situations like these.
"It's fine. I found Travers and he took care of it, no one noticed anything. I just thought you should know about it. Talk to Travers if you want the details."
I could feel the surprise on my face as I watched him walk away. It was an understatement to say the people I worked with didn’t like me, even those that had only heard of me. They positively hated my guts, and wouldn't hesitate to try to off me if they thought they had the slightest chance. He didn’t have to warn me, they could have used it as an excuse to make the boss mad and point the finger at me.
Still, the surprise couldn’t hold my attention long. It strayed back to Elda. She had gone back to the same dance as before, walking around from group to group, pretending to drink and have a conversation and mingle in the crowd. There was no waiter around chatting her up, and I felt something I hadn't realized tightened, loosen in my chest.
Well, if she was going to play this game, I would, too. I walked further into the room after a quick glance around, melting into the crowd. I did what she did, but since people were barely paying me any attention, I could move easier, keeping my eyes on the only two people that mattered in the room.
Chapter 6
Elda
This is never going to work.
My fear realized, not half an hour since I decided I wouldn’t get anything done today.
"Miss Abba?"
I looked up at the man I was talking to. We weren’t really talking, I’d just joined his group and introduced myself. His eyes were a little too intent for my liking, and I gave him my bland, not interested look.
"I'm sorry?"
He smiled, and it looked a little tight. "I asked you a question, I'm afraid I'm still awaiting your answer."
For a second, I nearly panicked. I didn’t know what the hell we were talking about. And then I realized it really didn’t matter because these weren’t people I planned on seeing ever again. My expression didn’t even change. His brow furrowed in annoyance because it was taking me too long to answer.
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