Dirty Indiscretions: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Roxy Sinclaire

  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.

  "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, holdi
ng 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.