I led us to my room and eased the door open, pulling her inside with me. I didn’t have anything I would consider personal inside because I didn’t live there, just stayed over when I wasn’t taking a boat off the island at night. I closed the door and locked it behind us, and pushed Elda further into the room.
Her arms went around my neck as I leaned forward to kiss her. It started slow and languid then grew hot and hard in about ten seconds. Then Elda's hands were shoving my coat off and working on getting my tie off, pulling on my shirt buttons
"Are we not doing slow anymore?" I asked around a chuckle as her lips left mine, attached to my throat and sucked gently, even as her fingers practically tore open my shirt.
"When did we ever do slow Luke," was her impatient comeback.
Despite her tone, once she had my shirt open, she pulled back, placing her hands on my abdomen and sliding them slowly up my chest. I undid the cuffs and pulled off the shirt, distracted by her hands on my skin, wanting her naked and under me. Her hands lingered on my pecs, a pinky finger brushing my nipple and making me shiver, then they slid back down to the waistband of my pants.
"Fuck."
I reached for her dress as she undid my belt buckle, feeling around her sides, her back, until I found the zipper and slid it down slowly, being careful not to rip the dress. She stepped forward, away from the door, and moved her hands from me to let the dress fall off her body. I already knew she didn’t have a bra on, but seeing her standing there in just her panties and heels made me harder. I took a step back from her, reaching for my shoes, hopping a little to get first one, then the other off, followed by my socks, and I slid off my slacks.
She pouted. "Aw, I thought you were gonna strip naked for me."
"Like hell. If you get to have underwear, so do I."
She didn’t protest that she didn’t have a bra on, just grinned and slid her fingers into the sides of her panties, sliding them slowly off her legs, and letting them fall on the dress. She stepped forward to me in nothing but her shoes.
I looked down as she got very close, her hands moving to my hips. The head of my cock strained against the fabric of my boxer briefs, peeking through the elastic band. Much like before, she eased the briefs over my cock, only this time she went to her knees and slid them all the way down. I got them off and tossed them aside, but she didn’t get up.
Fuck.
She was too tempting, crouching there in front of me, knees spread wide, hand sliding up her abdomen to grab and squeeze her breasts, fingers playing with the nipples, all the while her eyes on my now leaking cock. One of her hands slid down into the thick, dark curls at her crotch, and I wanted to see, but she was suddenly leaning forward, tongue out. She touched the tip of her tongue to the head of my cock, licking at the leaking slit. I groaned and reached for her hair, using my grip on it to tug her back.
"If you do that, the fun will be over very quickly."
She pouted up at me. "But I really want to. Please?"
My body quaked, wanting to tell her, yes, but I had different plans. If she took me into her mouth, I was going to let her finish me off.
"Later," I promised.
She still pouted, but she rose to her feet. I led her over to the bed.
"Get on the bed."
I left her to crawl onto the bed, going to one of the nightstands and searching the drawers until I found some condoms in the lowest one. I pulled out a whole strip of them and set it on top of the nightstand. Then I turned back to Elda and nearly swallowed my tongue
She'd taken off the heels and was lying back against the pillows, on her back. Her legs were raised high at the knees and opened wide, feet planted on the bed. One hand played with her nipples, twisting and pinching, the other was moving between her thighs. I had to clamp a hand at the base of my cock and squeeze tight not to get off at the sight of her.
"Fuck, Elda. Are you trying to kill me?"
Her lips curved into a wicked smirk. "Why would I do that? With you all the way over there and me waiting for you to fuck me. At least, if I get the job done first, wouldn’t that be a better way to go?"
I gave a startled laugh, though it sounded strained.
I'd gotten off not an hour ago, and here we were having sex again. This woman seemed to have some influence on me, and it appeared that influence was wired to my dick. It was the kind of distraction I didn’t need.
I thought my guard was up, but I was having too much fun with Elda. And not just the physical stuff, though that was amazing, but her quips always caught me by surprise and entertained me. I shouldn’t be this enamored with a woman I'd just met. I used to think I had a will made of steel, but maybe that was because I just hadn't met her yet.
She arched her back and moaned, her fingers moving in a slow thrusting motion. I imagined her fingers inside of her as she pleasured herself, and reminded myself I could just move a little and see it. I felt a little more of my control slip.
With a growl, I crawled onto the bed and on top of her, keeping my body up so I could watch her work her body with hands, her fingers. I reached for the condoms on the nightstand, tearing one from the strip, and sat back on my knees, my eyes watching her hands.
I cursed as I fumbled with the condom, getting it on without looking. I stroked myself with one hand, torturing myself with the wait, one hand reaching to help her play with her breasts. She moaned again and arched her back, thrusting her breast into my palm, and I squeezed it lightly, my thumb rubbing circles into the nipple, making her whimper.
Finally, I was through with waiting. I was too close to coming to take much more, I released my cock and reached for her hand, pulling it away from where her fingers were rubbing at her clit. I brought the hand up to my mouth, licking it thoroughly, groaning at the taste.
I held her by the hips as she raised her ass, opening her legs wider. She positioned me at her entrance, and then I was easing my dick inside her, watching as her eyes widened at the stretch, face twisting in pleasure, mouth falling open as the color grew high in her cheeks until her ass met my thighs. She whimpered again, her body squirming, making me groan as her soft walls massaged my cock.
Fuck!
I let myself move, slowly, watching in fascination as my cock moved in and out of her body. I couldn’t stay careful for long, though. Besides, I already knew she could take not careful.
My hands moving to the underside of her thighs, pushing them up and out as I got up on my knees to get some leverage, moving my hips faster against hers. Her moans and whimpers were background music as I watched the place where we stayed joined.
"Luke!"
The call of my name on her lips was enough to get my attention, and I looked up to meet her eyes. Her face was twisted in pleasure, hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them so the points of her nipples stood out. She released one hand, moved up to her mouth so she could lick her fingers, get them wet, then reach down between her thighs, and I watched, mouth filling with saliva as she rubbed at her clit with her fingers as my cock moved in and out of her body.
I growled, letting go of her thighs and leaning forward to take her mouth in a kiss, forcing my tongue past her lips, not that it was difficult with her parting her lips and teeth easily, and I ravaged her mouth. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands moving to dig her fingers into my back. I eased my arm under her body, moving from her mouth to her breasts, mouthing both, taking her nipple into my mouth for a nip and a suck, then giving the same attention to the other.
"Luke!"
A growl was my only answer as I increased my rhythm, the speed, and the power of each thrust. For a second, we both hung over the brink, and I knew she was right there with me as her body went taut underneath mine. Then she was screaming as I felt her walls convulse on my cock, and I was spilling into the condom, groaning into her neck. The orgasm was just as strong as the first one, and I thought I would black out from it. I kept my hips moving, prolonging her orgasm for as long as I could until she was a whimpering, l
imp mess under me.
I managed to slump to the side before I crushed her, pulling off the condom as I moved and throwing it off the bed to land somewhere on the floor.
I felt my eyes slip closed, just to rest for a moment.
Chapter 10
Elda
Luke was sleeping.
It took me a minute to realize as I came down from my high. His guard was completely down, and that was a surprise. I didn’t think he'd trust me, even after he took me aside and we fucked two times, surely, he should have still been on his guard?
For a moment, I could only lie there and look at him. His face was different when he was asleep, relaxed, still handsome but not as dangerous. Not that the air of danger left him completely even in repose. I knew, even if this was all I'd ever have seen of him, I would have known he wasn't the kind of guy to be messed with.
When I thought I could move, I slid onto my side, reaching one hand to touch his cheek, checking if he was truly asleep or just resting. But he didn’t open his eyes, and his breaths were slow and even. He really was asleep.
Well, I couldn't really blame him. I could feel the pull of exhaustion myself, and if I wasn’t in, basically, enemy territory, I would have snuggled into his broad chest and let my eyes close. But I knew it was dangerous, and a dumb thing to do. If I let myself sleep here, I wasn’t sure how I could get away. Not to mention, as much as I'd had my eyes on Greco for much of the night, I didn’t want him laying eyes on me.
But I couldn't think about the danger to myself just then. I was still basking in the afterglow, feeling all the aches in my body, and thinking about the fact that Luke put them there. The thought made something warm unfurl in my chest, but I didn’t look at it too closely.
After a while, I pushed myself up, feeling a growing curiosity. Who exactly was Luke Bable? He'd said the room was his. I glanced around, but there were no personal effects visible, and I doubted there would be. When I thought my legs could hold me, I slid off the bed. I wobbled for a second before getting my balance. I looked back, but he hadn't moved.
His clothes were still by the door where he'd discarded them. So were mine, but I didn’t even look at them. I went through his coat first, searching through all the pockets and finding nothing. Then I reached into his trouser pockets. I didn’t find the handkerchief wrapped condom from before, and wondered what he'd done with it. I found his wallet in another pocket and nothing else. I looked through the wallet eagerly, but there was no ID. Just some cash, not even another condom.
I just sat there in a crouch, looking at the wallet, thinking of the implications. No man, not even at a party, would walk around without some form of identification. I took a chance and went around the room, quietly, but besides the nightstands, there wasn’t really a lot of places to look.
There was a tiny wardrobe with a few clothes, basic T-shirts, some shirts and jeans and one suit, all about Luke's size, so I assumed they really were his. But otherwise there was nothing, and nothing else in the room looked like it could be hiding anything.
I knew it could only mean one thing, that my suspicions were correct and he was Greco's hitman. It was too much of a coincidence to make me think otherwise. Which meant what I'd come here for was useless. I needed to leave. All I'd heard of him were rumors, but after meeting him I didn't think they were exaggerated.
But my body wouldn’t move, kept pulling me back to the man in the bed.
Why was that? This was a man that had killed, and if he knew what I was here for, I would likely be added to that tally. He hadn't hurt me, though, and it wasn’t like I planned on telling him my original mission. He was the first guy I'd liked in so long, and after him, plenty would pale in comparison.
One more fuck couldn’t hurt, could it? It really had been too long since I met someone interesting, that foreign job about two years ago.
My mission was all shot to shit, anyway.
One more time with Luke, then I would disappear.
Chapter 11
Luke
I didn’t realize I'd fallen asleep, but I blinked my eyes open to find the room was brightly lit and closed them immediately. I didn’t know what had woken me. I wasn’t really thinking at all and I tried to take stock of everything.
I knew I was still at the wedding, so why was I lying down? I wasn’t supposed to be lying down.
There was a reason why I even attended the wedding, aside from playing security guard for the boss. I needed an alibi for every job, no matter how good I was, and he didn’t pass up the chance to make sure I had one, though I didn’t particularly care.
I had a job to do, and it had to be tonight.
But then my mind really woke up, and my other memories of the night came back. I opened my eyes again and looked down my body. Elda was there, lying beside me, barely touching me, her head level with my hips. When I made a sound and she looked up to find my eyes on her, she grinned. Then she was leaning over me, her hair falling forward and covering what she was about to do, but I groaned as I felt her lips wrap around my soft cock. I hardened in her mouth, and she pulled back, throwing her hair over her shoulders, hands nudging my legs apart.
I did as she wanted and she moved so she was lying between my thighs. One hand gripped me around the base, the other playing with my balls, as she took me back into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. I reached for her hair, holding it out of the way so I had a clear view of her going down on me.
We didn’t stay in the position long before she was getting off, moving so she was straddling my thighs. She reached for the nightstand and the strip of condoms, dropping them on the bed after tearing one off.
"How are you not exhausted," I murmured, feeling a little dazed.
I fell asleep after my last orgasm. I wondered how long I'd been out for, why she hadn't taken the time to run off.
"I could say the same for you," she teased, smoothing the condom down on my cock with both hands.
"I would say that was your fault." I grabbed her thighs, felt the toned muscles flex as she positioned herself a little higher up so she was right above my cock.
"Well, I was just lying here with you for half an hour and I was growing bored. I figured thirty minutes would be enough time for you to recover."
She stroked me with one hand, licked the fingers of her other hand and brought it between her thighs, stroking herself. Then she replaced her hand with the head of my cock, moving her hips so I was rubbing all over her sex. My hands slid up her thighs to grip her hips, I raised my knees, planted my feet on the bed. When she positioned my cock at her entrance and slid down, I met her in a slow upward thrust. She leaned forward, palms going to my shoulders as she rode me, fucking herself on my cock as I moved my hips to match the rhythm she set, until I felt tired and stopped and let her go on, only to start moving beneath her again, matching her, encouraging her to go faster, my hands flexing on her hips.
What was I thinking of before this? About the job I was supposed to do. I couldn’t think of it, Elda had all my attention. I couldn’t even think about how bad that implication was.
Elda was distracting me too much, but I couldn’t resist, her soft hands, her lithe body.
I grew tired of her pace quickly, surging up and grabbing her so I could roll her over. She moved with me, her legs moving to wrap around my hips. I held her wrists down on either side of her head, bracing my upper body above hers with my elbows, and slammed my hips against hers with every thrust. Her moans, growing steadily louder, the slap of skin against skin and my own groans mixed in the room. I held out for as long as I could, gave her pleasure and made her come a couple of times. Then I was coming again, not as strong as before, but still amazing. It wasn’t enough to put me to sleep a second time, at least.
I rolled off her, catching my breath. As my thoughts and my body calmed, I pulled myself off the bed. I wasn’t sure what time it was because most of the rooms in the house were practically soundproof, I couldn’t hear the party going on downstairs. B
ut I didn’t need to look at a clock.
Too much time had already passed. I had to leave.
I glanced at Elda as I reached for my clothes, surprised to see her lying there with her eyes closed, her chest moving slowly with her breaths. I hesitated a moment, then went to pull the covers around her. I wanted to have more time, talk to her maybe, but I couldn’t. Hopefully, she'd wake up at some point, the party would be going on for hours still, I might even get back before they were done. I didn’t think I'd be lucky enough to still find her there. But I was running out of time, so I touched a hand to her cheek, pecked her forehead, and I left her there in the bed.
I wondered who she really was. Elda Abba could be her name, but it could just as easily be an alias she was using. Would she tell me if I asked her? I didn’t think so, but I was still incredibly curious. Thinking of coming back to find her gone and with no way of meeting her, I'd feel disappointed not to see her again. When was the last time I felt that way about any human being? I couldn’t remember.
But I pushed the thought out of my mind. It was a mystery that would have to be kept for another time.
Right now, I needed to carry out a killing, or my boss would have my head instead.
Chapter 12
Elda
I saw Luke get out of the bed. I could feel the draw of exhaustion about to claim me, but I knew better than to fall asleep here. I watched Luke get up and get dressed in something of a hurry. When he suddenly turned to look at me, I almost didn’t close my eyes in time, pretending to sleep, peeking through my lashes.
I was surprised when he suddenly came toward me. I wondered if he'd realized I was faking, but then he was curling the covers around me, covering my nudity, giving me protection from the cold. Then I felt his palm on my cheek, a whisper of his lips on my forehead, and he was walking out of the room.
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