by Exley Avis
In my fantasies, I’d imagined my cock buried up to the hilt inside her silken sex and it now throbbed in anticipation.
My fingers slid out of her and explored the folds between her legs, finding the hard nub of her clit. Rubbing it gently with one finger made Allie spasm against me and cry out as her legs buckled. I pressed harder, rubbing rhythmically, and her hips picked up the tempo.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “It feels so good.”
But not good enough. I knew I could do better.
Still holding her tightly against me, I stood up and lifted her onto the stool. I forced her thighs apart and dropped to my knees so I could get a good look at that soft, silky pussy.
Before Allie could argue, I plunged my tongue inside it. The heat seared my lips as I inhaled her musky scent. The perfume of sex. The taste of fucking. And I could never get enough of it.
She cried out again and wrapped her hands around my head, guiding my tongue and surrendering herself entirely to pleasure. No matter how much her brain was telling her to stop, her body was overruling it and she’d passed beyond the point of hesitation.
Instead, she spread her legs wider and pleaded with me to make her come. How could I resist?
My lips pinched at her clit and I sucked hard. Her moans came from somewhere so deep within her I felt the vibrations against my mouth like sensual music.
Her pussy grew wetter against my chin and I licked my lips, devouring her before I plunged my fingers back inside her, stretching her wide.
“Fuck me here,” she begged as my tongue flicked back and forth across her clit. “I want you right now. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
But I wasn’t ready for that just yet. Oral sex and a quick fuck against the kitchen cabinets wasn’t good enough for my first time with Allie. I wanted her naked on a bed, pinned against the sheets by my body, her endless legs wrapped around my back and screaming out my name.
I pulled away and grinned up at her as every muscle in her body tensed, ready for orgasm.
“Not here,” I said, standing up.
“Yes! Here. And now!”
Her hands were on my belt, struggling to undo it, sexual frustration making her surprisingly strong. I grasped her wrists and pulled her off the stool, backing away slowly towards her open bedroom door.
“Let’s do this properly the first time,” I said, hooking a hand behind her knees and sweeping her up into my arms.
I moved by instinct, unable to see as Allie’s lips took possession of mine, and I half-walked, half-stumbled towards her bed. I lay her down gently upon the pillows, our mouths still locked together, my cock now straining against my trousers.
Her hand cupped my balls and massaged gently as I pulled her against me, never anticipating that the evening would have ended with me stretched out half naked on a bed next to Allie Lawless.
She looked so beautiful with her dark hair spread out across the pillow and her lips flushed from kissing. She smiled up at me and wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me between her thighs.
“You said you wanted a locked door and a bed,” she reminded me, flicking open the button on my trousers. “So what’s stopping you?”
Absolutely nothing.
By now my cock was so hard it was begging me to reward it with a taste of that silken pussy but I wanted to take my time. Allie’s body was a mystery to me, and I wanted to see, taste and touch every inch of it before I passed the point of no return.
Allie was as impatient as my cock however, and already had my trousers undone while her mouth was igniting my chest with kisses. Her lips found my nipple and bit down hard. I cursed at the pain but then demanded she do it again. I adore a little rough play – on any part of my body – and sex with a tigress had its attractions. Particularly when it came dressed in black silk and high heels.
“How do I get your dress off?” I gasped, my hands already back up under the hem and stroking her molten sex.
“Perhaps you’d rather watch me do it.” She rolled over on top of me so I was pinned to the bed.
Not that I was complaining. There are worse things than being half naked beneath a sexy woman who’s about to strip for you.
Allie sat astride me, her wet pussy resting against my abdomen, reminding me of all the treats I still had in store. I slid my hands up her thighs until they found that peachy arse again and I held on tight. There was no way either of us were going anywhere just yet.
She twisted round and reached under her arm to free the hook holding the top of the zip closed. I couldn’t take my eyes off those red fingernails and my mouth watered at the thought of those luscious breasts spilling over the top of that dress and straight into my hands.
I love breasts. Just like I love peachy arses, silken thighs and hot, wet pussies. How lucky was I to find everything so beautifully wrapped up in one tasty package?
Talk about being lost in the moment. My imagination was running ten strides ahead and my cock had completely lost patience with my decision to take things this slowly. Pre-cum soaked my boxers – as if Allie’s sex weren’t already wet and ready enough.
It therefore took a second or two for either of us to register the sharp sound coming from the hall and it wasn’t until the second buzz that the real world came hurtling back in around us.
“That’s my door,” Allie said, alarm clouding her face at the thought of Daniel Greene having returned. “What do I do?”
“Ignore it,” I said. “With any luck he’ll take the hint and leave.”
I smoothed my hands along Allie’s thighs but she was too tense to respond and sat listening for the sound again. It came a third time, long and insistent, and she pulled away. I tried to hold on to her, to persuade her to leave Greene alone, but she climbed off me and smoothed down her dress.
“There are two men outside,” she said, pulling back the curtain and looking down into the front courtyard. “And neither of them is Daniel Greene.”
The thought crossed my mind that he might have called in some extra muscle to finish the job he’d started but I doubted even Greene would sink that low. I therefore went out into the hall and pressed the intercom.
“Is that Mr Byrne?” a disembodied voice asked, sounding surprised that I’d answered. “It’s the police. We’d like to talk to you.”
Allie’s face betrayed terror and bewilderment in equal measure but I shook my head to tell her not to worry.
“What do you want?” I asked, knowing already that it wasn’t good news.
“It’s about an incident earlier this evening involving you and Daniel Greene.”
“Oh no.” Allie’s hand flew to her kiss-reddened lips as her eyes widened with shock.
I took charge to allay her fears. “We can have this sorted out in less than a minute,” I told her, feeling far more confident than I felt. Heaven only knew what kind of story Greene had spun the police. “I’m letting them in so get yourself covered up. And pass me my shirt.”
By the time the police reached the top floor Allie and I were both fully dressed and looking demure. I expected an explanation, or at least some kind of conversation with the police, but they had a set of handcuffs on me before I knew what was happening.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, knowing that struggling would only make things worse but wanting to free myself by any means possible.
“We’re arresting you in connection with a serious assault on Daniel Greene,” the most senior officer explained while his colleague cautioned me.
“You can’t!” Allie cried. “You’re making a huge mistake.” She pulled at the policeman’s arm but he shook her away. “Daniel Greene attacked me. Radford only acted in my defence.”
He rolled his eyes as if he’d already heard a dozen similar stories that night. “You’re a witness, Miss Lawless, and we need you to come down to the station to make a statement.”
“Witness?” I said, my mouth falling open in disbelief. “Look what that thug did to her lip a
nd cheek. She’s the victim, not a witness.”
“Which is what you can both explain down at the station.”
Realising we had no option but to go with them, I nodded towards my jacket lying on a chair next to the door. “Use my phone to call Stephen Mercer,” I told Allie. “Explain what’s happened and tell him to meet us there.”
If I was going to be wrongly accused, it wouldn’t hurt to have a top criminal solicitor sitting next to me. By the time Mercer had finished, Daniel Greene would wish he’d picked on someone else.
“Don’t worry,” I told Allie. “Once they hear what’s happened we’ll be out of there in less than an hour.”
What I wouldn’t have given to kiss those sweet lips goodbye although being arrested had taken a dramatic toll on my libido. It seemed that not even a locked door could guarantee the privacy I needed to strip Allie naked beneath me and ready to be fucked.
Perhaps getting involved with Allie Lawless was a terrible idea after all, no matter what my cock believed.
As it turned out, it took close to four hours to make the whole sorry incident go away. Not even Stephen Mercer could wind it up any sooner. Afraid of losing his job, Daniel Greene’s chauffeur had sided with his boss, leaving me in the lurch and facing an assault charge. My only regret was in not having hit Greene harder – may as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, I thought.
Eventually, the police doctor made the officers see sense, telling them that Allie’s injuries were consistent with having been attacked and that I’d used reasonable force to save her from a far greater harm. All the charges were dropped and I was finally free to go.
I emerged from the police cells at five in the morning, relatively unscathed but wanting to punch Daniel Greene again for everything he’d put me and Allie through that night. He had a great deal to answer for and I’d make sure he’d never crossed me again – high-paying client or not.
Allie was the first thing I saw when I came out, sitting on a plastic chair and looking exhausted. Her vulnerability brought out the protective instinct in me and I wondered what it was about this woman. One minute I wanted to fuck her brains out and the next I wanted to take her in my arms and keep the world at bay.
A night in the cells had obviously softened me up and I smiled at my own sentimentality.
“I didn’t think you’d still be waiting,” I said although I was very glad she was.
“I had to.” She smiled wickedly as she stood up. “I liked the sight of you in handcuffs too much to go anywhere. I was hoping for a private showing some time in the future.”
Guessing where the conversation was going, and not wanting half of London’s police force to overhear it, I steered her outside, fighting the desire to kiss her as my libido surged back through me with a vengeance. “You once said that getting involved with me was difficult but I’m a dangerous criminal now. Doesn’t that put you off even more?”
“I’ve always had a thing about bad boys,” she said, implying she’d known quite a few. “Maybe you just need taking in hand and punishing a little.”
Adrenaline surged in my chest at the thought of Allie literally cracking the whip. “The love of a good woman, you mean.”
“Goodness has absolutely nothing to do with it.” Her green eyes widened invitingly as she slid a hand behind my neck and pulled me close. “But right now, you have a very dangerous case of prison pallor and I need to get you alone somewhere so I can put some colour back in your cheeks.”
“Your place or mine?” I asked.
“Neither. I don’t want to be interrupted again so I’ve booked a suite at Claridges and there’s a bottle of champagne on ice. I thought we’d celebrate your release in style.”
“We’ll stop off and pick up a bag on the way.”
She shook her head as if I’d just made a huge mistake. “Trust me,” she said with a glint in her eyes that spoke volumes. “You won’t need a thing. Clothes will be completely unnecessary for the next forty-eight hours.”
Chapter Seven
All good things come to those who wait, or so the saying goes. And Radford Byrne was certainly worth hanging around for.
A policeman brought him out into the reception area where I’d been sitting on a hard chair for hours. I’d almost given up hope of seeing him again but as soon as I set eyes on him, I was very glad I’d waited.
His clean shaven jaw line was clouded with an early morning shadow that instantly made me wonder how those bristles would feel working their way up the inside of my thighs.
He also did that thing that handsome men do in dinner suits. All the girls know what I mean – the collar open and the bow tie hanging loose. Not forgetting the shirt buttons undone to reveal just enough of a hairy chest to get you really interested.
Even if I hadn’t had a taste of the delights under those clothes, I’d be dying of hunger by now.
On the advice of Stephen Mercer, Radford and I had played down our relationship in our statements – not that a couple of epic snogs and some very wonderful oral sex could be described as a relationship. I therefore kept my hands off Radford, even though I went straight into flirt mode as soon as I saw him and started babbling about having him in handcuffs again.
However, I’d already worked out that Radford wasn’t a man to shock easily and the sooner I got him alone, the better. He didn’t put up any resistance when I told him about the hotel and, within five minutes of his release, we were in the back of a taxi speeding towards the West End.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “There’s still time to back out.”
I laughed at the idea. “You and I both know that’s not going to happen. From the minute we laid eyes on each other, this was inevitable.”
Radford grinned. “What happened to waiting until the case is over?” he asked.
“So far tonight, our biggest client has tried to force himself on me, had his nose broken for the pleasure and got us both arrested. You’ll have a really nasty black eye by Monday and I have a bump the size of an egg on my cheek. What else are we waiting for?”
I heard the rumble of Radford’s laughter. “When the clients invited us to dinner, I never imagined the evening would end up like this,” he agreed. “So much for being discreet.” He laced his fingers through mine and kissed the back of my hand. “You’ll have a lot of explaining to do when you go back to the office.”
I slid my hand up his thigh, my fingers inching towards his groin. “I don’t even want to think that far ahead. Anyway, I have a lot of apologising to do first,” I told him. “I need to say sorry properly for having dragged you into this mess in the first place.”
“Always happy to help out a damsel in distress.” He thought for a moment and then narrowed his eyes playfully. “If I remember rightly, when the police arrived you were also half way through thanking me for saving your virtue.“
“That’s a lost cause, I’m afraid,” I sighed.
“Well I do hope so. I’ve never been a fan of angelic women.”
Luckily for him, Radford was about to see exactly how devilish I could be. We pulled up outside Claridges, paid off the driver and picked up the key for our suite.
“What made you so sure I’d go to a hotel with you?” Radford asked in the lift. “I might have refused.”
I pulled his lips down onto mine and kissed him hard. “I’ve not known you long but I’ve already worked out you’re not the kind of man who says no to much. And in any case, you owe me?”
“Owe you what?”
“I’d say you’re at least two orgasms in arrears and the interest is running. I’d hate to see you fall into debt.”
Instead, we fell into the hotel suite as soon as Radford unlocked the door, too busy ripping off each other’s clothes to take much notice of the décor.
“Wait a minute,” I said, stopping when half of Radford’s shirt buttons were undone. “We mustn’t forget this.” I held up the Do Not Disturb sign and hung it out in the corridor.
The
last thing either of us needed was another coitus interruptus.
The great thing about intelligent men is that you never need to tell them anything twice. Radford immediately remembered how to undo my dress and reached under my arm to slide down the zip.
“The thought of you in a room with other men and nothing on under this dress, drove me crazy all night,” he admitted, dropping to his knees in front of me. “I’ve never felt so horny.”
To prove it, he pulled my zip all the way down and yanked the dress down past my knees, taking a moment to see exactly what I had to offer. A slow smile of satisfaction spread across his face as his hands came up to cup my breasts, guiding first one nipple and then the other into his hot mouth.
His stubble scraped my skin, adding to the flood of sensation surging from my nipples and down into my sex. Radford hadn’t been the only one going crazy in the police station – I’d had a very long time to relive the early part of the evening as I sat waiting for him and my pussy dripped with anticipation.
Having already had the pleasure of that masterful tongue on my clit, I shouldn’t have been surprised that Radford could take me close to orgasm by simply biting and sucking my nipples. He devoured me as I braced myself against his broad shoulders, afraid my legs would buckle under me as I gave in to every delicious sensation.
“This isn’t fair,” I gasped when Radford’s tongue left my nipples to circle my navel. “When do I get to taste you?”
“Right now, if you want,” he said, stripping off each of my stockings so I stood completely naked in front of him. He leaned forward and bit each of my hip bones playfully before he stood up, his lips searing a trail up my body until he reached my neck. “I’m all yours.”
How could I resist such an invitation?
Not caring about my split lip, I took his face between my hands and kissed him hard, starting to learn the tastes and flavours of his body. I finished undoing his shirt and ripped it off, throwing it carelessly onto the carpet near the door as I pulled myself close into that sculpted torso of his.