Desire (The Seductors Series) (Volume 1)

by B. L. Wilde

  Looking behind me, I saw Molly making slow, long licks up and down his length before sucking the tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue around him.

  “Fuck, you girls are good,” Mr. Roswell moaned, pulling me down toward him so he could invade my mouth with his tongue. He reeked of cigarettes and his kiss was wet and sloppy. I was tempted to wipe my mouth once he pulled away, but I stopped myself. Instead, I continued to pretend that I was coming undone under his hands as he began to thrust two fingers inside me. Once I knew he was about to explode in Molly’s mouth, I clenched my pelvic muscles around his fingers and groaned loudly, faking my release. He climaxed right after with a string of grunts.

  Molly wiped her mouth, winking at me while our target came back down to earth.

  “Which one of us do you want to fuck first?” I purred, running my hands down his chest. “I’ve just cum thanks to your amazing fingers, so maybe my friend should get her release next?” He seemed conflicted as his hands ran up and down my body before playing with my nipples. Oh, please choose Molly first. I’d rather take the damn pictures.

  Together, Molly and I were most guys’ fantasy—the kinky brunette and the sexy blonde. Deciding which of us to start with was a hard choice to make for most.

  “I’ll fuck your friend first from behind, but when I get to you, I want you on top riding the shit of me. For now, you can sit there and play with yourself while you watch us.” He gestured toward the chair next to the bed, something so predictable. Most Politicians were dirty perverts!

  “Can I use your bathroom first?” I asked, watching him turn Molly so she was on all fours. He’d pulled her dress up around her hips and was slowly pulling her panties down.

  “Make it quick,” he ordered, looking at Molly’s ass as he stroked it. I could hear the sound of foil and knew that by the time I came back in, he’d be fucking her.

  I grabbed the small camera on the way back from the bathroom, and just like I’d predicted, Mr. Roswell was slamming hard into Molly from behind. Well, hard for him—I’d seen more force from a dog that was practically knocking at death’s door.

  I snapped a few photos of them before I sat down in the chair. He was so engrossed in Molly as she thrust back against him that he didn’t even notice I’d come back. It was sad, really; the poor girl was trying to find her own release but was struggling. After setting a timer, I put the camera down at an angle on the dresser beside me. Every few minutes, it would automatically take a picture. The gadgets we used were so unrecognizable and ordinary that our targets hardly ever questioned them. The camera itself looked like a small silver pen.

  “You’re not touching yourself. I want your pussy nice and wet for when you fuck me,” Mr. Roswell ordered when he noticed I was back. He was trying to slam hard into Molly again. When my eyes met with hers, she gave me a look that said, ‘I’m so bored.’

  I began to run my hands over my clit as I spread my legs, giving him full view of my sex. I’d done it for so many strangers in the past that it never bothered me anymore.

  Closing my eyes, I was able to forget that anyone was watching me and became lost in my own touch. I hadn’t climaxed since…well, since Oliver. As he crept into my mind, I was submerged in images of all the things he’d done to me. How his skin felt against mine, his strong, hard body hovering over me as we made love. I’d never cum so fast in my life.

  When I opened my eyes, Molly gave me a questioning look. Yes, Molly, I really just came. Deal with it!

  She began to fake her own orgasm, fisting her hands into the sheets in front of her. Mr. Roswell hadn’t climaxed yet, and something told me that he wanted me to do that for him. Great! Lucky me.

  “I’ll be sure to ask for you two when I visit Rome again,” he panted as Molly moved onto her back. She giggled when he leaned down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. “Your friend’s pussy looks very tasty,” he muttered to Molly as he gazed at me. I was still making lazy small circles with my hands because he hadn’t actually told me to stop playing with myself yet. “I think I should taste it before I let her fuck me. What do you think?”

  “We’re yours for an hour. You can do whatever you want,” Molly replied, stretching out on the bed.

  “Okay, I want you to play with her tits while I eat her pussy. Let’s make her scream with pleasure.” Sorry, Mr. Roswell. That is never going to happen. It’s a good thing that I’m a fantastic faker. “Come over here, Sexy, and lie down with us.” I gave him an alluring smile and got up. As soon as my head hit the mattress, my legs were parted and he was between them, trying to lap up my juices. I had to fight back the urge to giggle. This man had no idea how to please a woman. I actually felt sorry for his wife. Molly watched my expression and smirked before leaning in, pulling at my left nipple with her teeth. I arched my back, pretending it was all too much to take. “Hold still, Sexy,” he muttered from between my legs. “I want you nice and wet.” The two of them carried out their ‘torture’ for ten minutes, and I was less than impressed with Mr. Roswell’s oral skills.

  “Are you ready for me to ride you now, Sir?” I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes at him when he’d finished. I had to laugh, thinking of all the photos we’d gotten of him without him even knowing.

  “Yes, Sexy, I am,” he replied, turning to lie on his back. “Your friend can sit and watch this time while she plays with herself.” Lucky Molly.

  I grinned, putting a condom on his length before making him climax in less than three minutes. I’d already had more than enough of the asshole.

  Molly and I were quick to get changed as soon as his hour was up. While Mr. Roswell used the restroom, I placed the small camera back in my bag.

  He tipped us well with three hundred dollars, and without another word, we left. The photos would quickly be leaked to the press, and poor Mr. Roswell would probably have charges filed against him by this time next week. Part of me wondered what his wife and children were going to think about the pictures, not that I really cared. Molly’s and my face would be altered or hidden before anything was released. Plus, there might even be a nice bonus in it for each of us if the story went global.

  “What was all that in the chair earlier?” Molly questioned on our way back to our hotel. “You actually came. What the fuck were you thinking about?”

  “Don’t be silly.” I brushed off her comment and tried to act natural.

  “Or maybe I should ask who?”

  “I’m a good faker. You know that.”

  “Has this Oliver guy actually made you cum by his own hands?” she persisted. “You’ve had this goofy look on your face since you met him.” She was such a liar. Goofy expression my ass!

  “You know we can’t talk about my target, Molly,” I stressed.

  “We’re not talking about the mission. I want to know if he’s made you cum. You’ve never cum at the hands of a target before, and if that’s changed—this is huge.”

  “Yes, okay? Oliver has made me cum more times than I can count!” I whined, trying to put an end to the interrogation.

  “Holy shit!” she gasped, covering her mouth. “Jade, this is fucking epic! You have to tell Georgie when we get home!”

  “No, it’s really not!”

  “Oh, you need to be careful. You can’t allow yourself to get attached.” Molly was giving me advice now? What the hell?

  “I know that, and I’m not attached. Oliver is just extremely good at sex—that’s all.”

  “I knew it!” she replied smugly.

  “I have it covered, Molly. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

  “I’m glad he’s your target.” I tilted my head, silently urging her to continue. “If he’d been mine, I would have already fallen for him, and we all know how dangerous that is.” I smiled at her nervously. “You haven’t fallen for him, have you, Jade?”

  “Of course not,” I laughed, pushing her lightly. “Now, let’s go and get shit-faced with our tip from Mr. Roswell. I don’t know about you, bu
t he was one of the worst lays I’ve ever had.”

  Molly giggled in response, wrapping her arm around me. “He was pretty hopeless. Come on. Let’s line the drinks up at the bar. You’re right—we deserve it.”

  At least the alcohol would silence my mind for a little while.

  Was I falling for Oliver? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I missed him…a lot.

  Chapter Nine

  “How was Rome?” Oliver asked over the phone. I was currently sitting on my balcony in St. Petersburg, happy, for once, to be home.

  “It was okay,” I sighed, playing with the toast I’d made myself for breakfast.

  “Have you managed to shuffle things around on your client calendar to fit me in yet?”

  “I might have,” I giggled, rolling my eyes even though he couldn’t see me.

  “Don’t keep me in suspense, Jade,” he pleaded.

  “I can fit you in the week after next.”

  “Really? For how long?” He was excited; I could tell by the tone of his voice.

  “A week, if you need me that long.”

  “The entire week! Are you being serious? ”

  “Do you really think I would tease you about this?” I pointed out.

  “You’ve just made my day, Beautiful. I’m going to spoil you rotten when you get here, and I don’t just mean with gifts.” In between my legs began to tingle because I knew exactly what Oliver meant.

  “I can’t wait.”

  “Listen, I have to go. I have a meeting at nine. I’ll try and call you tomorrow, though, since I’ll be tied up all day today.”

  “It’s fine. You don’t have to call me every day, you know,” I laughed.

  “I know, but I want to. I’m used to hearing your voice every day now.”

  “So, it’s just my voice you want?” I teased.

  “You know that isn’t true. I miss a lot more than just your voice,” Oliver purred. “Have you had any more trouble from that crazy Annette woman?”

  “No, but I can handle it. Stop worrying so much.”

  “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

  “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m a big girl and can look after myself.” In more ways than he would ever know.

  “Okay, but if you did need me to help, I…”

  “Go to your meeting and call tomorrow if you can,” I ordered. Otherwise, I knew we’d be on the phone for another half hour and Oliver would be really late for his meeting.

  “Okay,” he chuckled. “I get it. You can handle the crazy woman. Bye, Beautiful.”

  “Yes I can. I’ll speak to you later.” I sighed, shaking my head at this crazy situation. I was glad I had a few small missions to keep me busy over the next couple of weeks.

  “How am I doing?” Zara asked, walking into the room I was currently hiding in.

  “Really good,” I smiled. Sonia had been giving me small side jobs all week, and I was thankful for once. It didn’t stop Oliver from entering my mind, though. My body was yearning to be touched by him again.

  “Does it feel like you’re watching a porno?”

  “Not really, Zara,” I snorted. This girl was really growing on me. She was so funny. “I was having some sound issues, but everything is working now.”

  “Oh, good.”

  “Remember, you need a confession out of him. Don’t make it all about the sex. Open up to him a little and I’m sure he’ll start to talk,” I muttered, checking the hallway on my monitoring screen, making sure her target wasn’t on his way back up to the hotel room.

  “How do I open up to him?”

  “Make something up, or tell him about your past if you really want to.”

  “What would you do?”

  “It depends on the target and the situation. No mission is ever the same. Just go with your instincts. They’ve gotten you this far.”

  “Okay,” she breathed, checking her makeup and then heading back before her target returned.

  Zara had been assigned to a local drug dealer for her current mission. The Seductors had been hired to gain a confession from him, confirming that he’d been stealing from the shipments and selling the product off to smaller dealers.

  Our client base was extremely varied. It was one of the things I liked about the Seductors. You never knew what mission you’d be assigned to next, which kept things interesting for us.

  Today, I was Zara’s surveillance. We’d set up cameras together in the room before her target arrived. She had been on this case for two weeks, and I was impressed at how she was handling it. I could see great things for Zara if she kept on the way she was.

  She reminded me of a younger version of myself. I’d been fearless when I first started, too. With my past, I had no fear left in me, and the moment I became a Seductor, I left everything else behind.

  “Fuck, Baby, yes! Right there,” Zara’s target groaned as she began to ride him through his orgasm.

  “Shit,” Zara panted, collapsing on his chest. “That was amazing.”

  “I told you it would be,” he gloated, running his hands through her sweaty blonde hair.

  She did as I had advised and started talking about wanting to get out of town but not knowing where to go. Her target began showing off his wealth, telling her he could help with the extra money he had been earning. Zara had a confession from him within an hour.

  “How did I do?” she asked while I was driving her back to headquarters.

  “You were brilliant. I couldn’t have done it better myself.”

  “It must be hard being number one. Do you ever worry someone will knock you off your perch?”

  “Someone will one day. I won’t always be a Seductor, though, so it doesn’t bother me. I never joined to be the best; I just wanted to make some real money. You need to think about what you want from this job. You can set yourself up for life if you plan carefully. It’s all about being able to show Sonia you can handle the high earning targets.”

  “You’ve got a high earner now, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Is it exciting?” It was more than exciting. In fact, I couldn’t wait to see Oliver again. Was I already in over my head? I forced that thought back, unwilling to think too hard about it. Of course I wasn’t in over my head. It was just sex!

  “Yes, but you have to really focus. The top missions are high paying for a reason. You have to put everything you have into them.”

  “I hope I’m as good as you in five years’ time, Jade,” she sighed.

  “Judging by how well you’re doing now, I have no doubt that you will be, Zara,” I grinned, pulling into the parking garage at headquarters.

  I wasn’t lying, either. I had a feeling that Zara was the next me in the making.

  “There’s something different about you.” Georgie frowned as she sat on my kitchen stool scrutinizing me.

  “You shouldn’t listen to Molly,” I complained. “You know she talks crap half the time.” Georgie had dropped by the penthouse to see me before she flew out to her next mission. I was flying out to New York tomorrow, so we weren’t sure when we’d see each other next.

  “She’s just worried about you, Jade. This mission is clearly affecting you, and that’s not normal. You’re always so focused.”

  “I’m fine,” I sighed. I hated that Georgie could see right through me.

  “Sure you are,” she mused. “He stayed here, right?”

  “Yes. What does that have to do with anything?”

  “You don’t think it’s a little too personal? He was around your things. It makes you vulnerable. The real you, I mean.”

  “G, you know as well as I do that we all play a part. That’s what Seductors are good at. How can I be vulnerable when it isn’t the real me? I’m shy, insecure Jade with him.”

  “So he hasn’t seen the real you?”

  “Trust me, he has no idea what I’m really like,” I chuckled.

  “What is it with rich guys and shy women?” She had a point there. “You’d think
they’d want a vixen…someone who could take away all the pressures of their jobs when they got home.”

  “I don’t know, but he seems to like my act.” I smirked, thinking back to the last time we’d been together.

  “Are you falling for him?” Where the hell did that come from?

  “What?” I choked, widening my eyes at her. “Of course not. This is my job! I’d never put myself in that kind of danger.”

  “You need to be careful. You know Miss S. doesn’t take this kind of shit lightly. She’ll come down on your ass hard if she finds out.”

  “There is nothing going on. I’m fine!” I snapped.

  “Uh huh. Judging by that reaction, I’m gonna have to call bullshit.” Damn her.

  “Look, did you come to spend the afternoon with me or not? I don’t want to waste the entire day talking about my target.”

  “Okay. Let’s go out to lunch, then,” she grinned. “If you say everything is fine, then it must be fine.” I knew she was calling my bluff. The truth, though, was that I couldn’t even admit to myself how much things had changed, let alone tell Georgie.

  “Please don’t worry. I’m fine, I promise.”

  “Who else is going to worry about you, Jelly Bean?”

  “I know, I know.” I sighed deeply, knowing that I was alone in the world. I had no one, and Georgie knew that better than anyone. “I’m being careful, I swear. It’s just like any other mission.”

  “Keep telling yourself that,” she snorted. “Maybe you’ll even start to believe it.”

  “Can we just go to lunch, please?” I stressed. “We both fly out tomorrow and I need to relax.”

  “What’s the sex like with him?”

  “Oh. My. God! Georgie! Shut the fuck up,” I fumed.

  “It was just a question. Jeez, you’re touchy today.”