by Lane Hart
"Then don't," she answered softly. I froze as her words sunk into my already hazy mind.
She didn't have to tell me twice. My body was way ahead of my mind, and jumped right in, ready to comply. I didn't even care that someone might come through the parking lot and see us. All I cared about was the beautiful woman pressed against me, and taking things as far as she'd let them go.
For an instant my thoughts went back to Vanessa. But the bastard that I am, it wasn't even guilt I felt. It was only the realization of the obvious difference between her and Elizabeth. Vanessa had never kissed me with this type of passion or urgency. And I'd never wanted her as much as I wanted the woman standing in front of me. The woman I had just met earlier today.
My hand made its way down until I was feeling the warmth between Elizabeth's legs. When I rubbed over the inner seam of her tight jeans I had to cover her mouth with mine again to drown out her moan. Her reaction was wilder and more intense than I expected, and I wanted to watch her while I made her lose control. I grabbed her hand from the front of my pants and placed them both above her head, pinning them there with one of mine. Her eyes widened in question.
"Right now it's your turn. It's not every day I get to make a beautiful woman come," I told her. "And I want to watch every second of it."
Glancing to make sure there was still no one around, I slid my hand up under her sweater. Elizabeth sagged against the car and gave a soft whimper when my fingers grazed over the front of her bra.
"Is this okay?" I asked. She nodded and then closed her eyes as my hand palmed and caressed her breast. When my thumb grazed over her tight nipple I couldn’t hold back my moan.
"I need you lower," she breathed, sending a jolt through my already tightly wound arousal. When my fingers pressed between her legs again, Elizabeth's back arched as she squirmed, her body grinding desperately against my hands, getting closer and closer to her release. Just getting her off was making me rock hard, and even closer to losing it.
Elizabeth's head fell back against the car before she tugged her hands free from where I'd been loosely holding them. When she grabbed my hand I thought she was telling me to stop. Then I watched, stunned, as she undid the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down before guiding my hand down them.
"Please Tom. I need-," she moaned, but she didn't even need to ask. I was already sliding my hand under her silky panties to feel her skin.
"Jesus Christ." I couldn't stop the groan that slipped my mouth at the unexpected feeling of her. Not only was her sex completely soft and smooth, but she was soaking wet.
My mouth covered hers again when she let out her own loud moan. As my fingers explored and caressed her tightness she began to unravel. She tried to reach for my jeans again but I was too damn close to losing it. I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head again. A second later her pelvis grinded more frantically before she came, clenching and soaking my fingers. I had to grit my teeth and try to think about boring shit like golf to pull myself back from the ledge I was heading toward. But hell if that worked, since it was a game of balls, strokes, and aiming into holes. Damn it!
I was kissing Elizabeth slowly and lightly as I switched to thinking about football, waiting for her to gradually come back down. Her hands suddenly pushed against my chest, causing a rising panic until she told me what she wanted.
“Will you take me back to your room?” she asked, still breathing hard. My throbbing cock screamed yes, while my head said no, she'll see that file in your hotel room and she'll run. I tried to find a compromise between the two.
“Could we go to your place instead?” I asked as my lips nuzzled along her jaw.
“Not a good idea. I live with my brother and he’s sort of protective.”
Fuck. I should just tell her where I work now and get it over with. I didn’t want to sleep with her unless she knew, but I was fairly sure she was going to freak out and leave after I told her. I finally decided it was now or never for that particular truth.
“Then let’s go to my room.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, and I could see the doubt starting to creep into her eyes after my initial hesitation.
"Absolutely," I told her with another kiss. Pulling her a few steps forward away from the car, I finally opened the passenger door for her. My heart was racing, both at the thought of sleeping with her and telling her the truth.
When I sat down in the driver seat with my thoughts still spinning, Elizabeth slid across the seat until she was almost in my lap. When she rubbed the painful bulge in my pants I grabbed her hand to stop her again.
"I want you so much, but I can't handle that right now sweetheart."
"Well, I know one way to give you some relief," she said as she bit her lip suggestively before unzipping my pants.
I groaned when her hand wrapped around me, my dick throbbing just at the idea of her mouth on me. "If you touch me right now I won't last two seconds," I warned her.
"Then it'll only take two seconds," she said as she lowered her head and covered me with her warm, wet mouth.
I cursed and moaned incoherently when her tongue licked teasingly around the head of my cock.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, raising up to look at me wide-eyed and innocent.
I could barely form the words to respond. "Fuck no. I'm ready to beg you to put your mouth back-"
My words died in my throat when she swirled her tongue around and swallowed my cock down until I hit the back of her throat.
"Goddamn that feels good."
Elizabeth was blowing my mind and I was about to come apart until the fucking bitch all the way back in Philly interrupted. Now of all times my guilty conscience caught up with me, infringing on what was quite possibly the most pleasurable experience of my life. Vanessa had never even touched my dick, much less put it in her mouth. But goddammit I was still married to her.
Not for long. Soon it'd be over. It was just a piece of paper. A piece of paper that could be undone with two signatures. My justifications worked and pushed the last of the guilt from my mind, so I could get back to enjoying every second of what Elizabeth was doing to me.
"I'm close," I warned her. "So fucking close," I choked out.
She didn't let up, and knowing she didn't intend to was enough to cause my orgasm to slam through me. My hands went into Elizabeth's hair as I thrust into her mouth and groaned through the overwhelming explosion of ecstasy.
As soon as I could see straight, and move my limbs again, I grabbed Elizabeth, pulling her on top of me until she was straddling my lap. My tongue plunged into her mouth to try and show her exactly how much I loved how she'd just completely unraveled me. I wanted her so bad I thought I'd die if I didn't get inside her. Soon. All we had to do was drive back to the hotel that was less than five miles away.
"That was … hell, I don't even know if there is a word to describe how incredible that was," I told her as we both caught our breath. "God I can't wait to go down on you when I get you back to my room. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you scream so loud someone calls security."
Elizabeth gasped before pressing her breasts against my chest and grinding herself on my lap. "Keep talking like that and you won't even need to touch me to make me come again."
I laughed before moving her back into the passenger seat so I could start the car and drive us back to the hotel without killing us both. The two of us were quiet on the short drive, and we kept our hands to ourselves, other than my hand squeezing her thigh. I was dreading what I was about to tell her.
Chapter Six
Tom
“There’s something I need to tell you when we get up to my room,” I finally said, taking her hand in mine as I helped her out of my car back at the hotel.
She stood up and froze. “Why do I have a bad feeling all of a sudden?” she asked.
“Will you please just give me time to explain everything before you leave?”
“What do you mean?”
I held her hand even tighter to prevent her from pulling away, and to keep her walking toward the hotel stairs.
“It’s complicated and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
“You’re scaring me, Tom.”
“I’m terrified of your reaction, but I want to be honest with you. I really hope that you won't leave after I tell you.”
I unlocked and opened the door for her, watching her hesitate before stepping inside.
Turning on the lights that illuminated her mother's file, I started into the freefall.
“I’m an investigator for the government, not a private investigator.”
“The fact that you lied to me earlier doesn’t bode well,” she said as she looked at all the manila files, recording devices, and other accessories spread out on the hotel desk before she turned back around to face me.
“Elizabeth, I know what you are and I don’t care.”
She jerked away from me and covered her mouth. All the color drained from her face.
“What do you mean?” she asked softly, her voice trembling.
“You know what I mean. I know your mother was a witch, that you’re one, and that your brother is a warlock.”
“Oh God,” she whispered as she sat down on the edge of the bed. “How? How do you know?” Her eyes had started to shimmer, and it killed me to have to confess what I'd kept from her. Before I answered she got up and walked over to pick up the manila file. The tears finally overflowed down her cheeks when she opened it and saw the picture of her mother.
I kept standing where I was in front of the door, likely because I wanted to grab her if she tried to make a run for it. Rubbing the back of my neck I tried to figure out the best way to explain this.
“I’m a D.R.A. agent.”
“No. Please tell me this is a horrible sick joke,” she said as she shook her head in denial, and her tears fell even harder. “Why do you have this? Why are you here?” she asked, holding up the picture.
“For you and your brother. The agency knows your mother was a witch because of her blood loss from the accident. But you have to believe me when I tell you that I’m not going to let the agency know I found you or your names or anything about the two of you. I swear I would never do that to you.”
She bolted for the door.
“Elizabeth, please wait,” I said, blocking her path. “You and your brother’s lives are in serious danger. You should’ve left town. There’s another agent here, and if I don’t thrown him off track, he will find you. Do you know how long it took me to track you down? I came into town late yesterday and I’d found you by this morning.”
“You bastard! How could you? Was it all just an act?” she asked as she started sobbing and tried to push past me. I grabbed her and pulled her to me even though she continued to fight and scream at me. “Don’t touch me! You’re a fucking murderer!”
Her accusation ripped me apart. I figured complete honesty was best, and told her the truth.
"I’ve only killed one person, a werewolf after he killed three people, including a child. When we went after him he murdered three agents and two innocent bystanders before I took him out. I’ve never turned anyone in, and after meeting you I’m never going to be able to do that. I don’t give a shit about my job, and I’ll quit after I know you’re safe. Please believe me Elizabeth. I was an idiot for going to work for them. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I thought I was going to be tracking down criminals like the werewolf, not turning over innocent people like you and your brother. Your case is my first one, and I had already decided before I met you that if you were still in town I was going to warn you and your brother to leave. I swear.”
She wasn’t fighting quite as hard against me.
“How could you do this?”
“I wouldn't have turned in anyone I found down here. But Elizabeth, when I saw you this morning I realized how fucked up my life was, and that I can’t do this anymore. I've already fallen for you to the point that I will do whatever it takes, even if that means I have to sacrifice everything, including my own life, to keep you safe.”
“Why should I believe anything you say?”
“Because there’s no reason for me to lie to you. I would never hurt you, and I'm begging you to give me another chance to earn your trust." Even as the words left my mouth I felt the knot in my stomach tighten. I had to tell her I was married now or she'd never forgive me or trust me again.
“Will you please take me back to my car or call me a cab?” she asked.
I forgot how to breathe, and thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest. If she left now it was over. She would refuse to ever see me again after she was away from me and thought everything over. I knew I had to do everything I could to somehow convince her to stay.
“No.”
“What? Why not?” she asked, becoming angry.
“Because I don’t want you to leave upset. I’m afraid I’ll never see you again if I let you go. Tell me what I can do or say for you to stay and trust me?” I asked as I held her against me.
“There’s not anything. You're a lying son of a bitch, and I never should have agreed to see you.”
“Elizabeth, please stay. I wanted you to go out with me tonight so I could help you feel better, not worse. After what you've been through you need someone right now whether you want to admit it or not.”
“I don’t need anyone, and I sure as hell don’t need you,” she said.
Her words hurt more than any I'd ever heard before, and I hoped she didn't actually mean them.
“Then why did you let a complete stranger hold you, and kiss you?" I asked while I placed soft, gentle kisses down her neck, making her shiver. "Why did you ask me to bring you back here tonight?”
“Because I’m stupid and desperate.”
“No you’re not. You just want someone to take care of you for a little while, to give yourself a break from the world and your grief," I told her as I kissed the corner of her lips. "And I’m pretty damn sure that you wanted that person to be me.”
“I’m fine, and I want to leave,” she said, going to her automatic response.
"Elizabeth, why did you ask me to bring you back here?" I asked her again, but she just turned her head and looked away. "Look at me and tell me that you don't want me to hold you and make love to you tonight, and I'll take you back to your car right this second."
She was quiet for so long I wasn't sure she was going to answer. I was ready to accept her decision and let her walk away, but then she finally spoke.
"I shouldn't want to be with you after what you just told me."
"But you still do?" I asked hopeful, tilting her face to so she had to look up at me.
"Yes," she whispered when her beautiful teal eyes finally met mine.
I claimed her mouth before she could change her mind, moaning in relief when I felt her arms wrap around my neck. Picking her up, I laid her on the bed, climbing on top of her. I wasn’t going to push her any further but would leave whatever happened next up to her.
Our kiss became urgent and demanding, then her hands went under my shirt, pulling it off and over my head. I lifted hers up and she raised her arms for me to take it off of her.
My hands went for the swells of her breasts, feeling them through her bra, while her hands went down to my belt, undoing it and then working on my button and zipper. I stood up from the bed to strip my clothes off, watching as Elizabeth unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms.
As soon as I climbed back on the bed I took her soft, heavy breast into my mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her skin. My hands went to work on her pants, undoing them and pulling them down her legs. I had to pull her boots off before her pants would come all the way off, and then her panties and my boxers were the only pieces of clothing left on us.
My mouth was prodding hers again while my fingers delved between her legs, feeling her first through her damp panties, and then sliding underneath. I gasped again at the
incredible feeling of her smoothness before I suddenly remembered something important.
Pulling my mouth from hers I backed off of her.
“I know this is a really bad fucking time to ask, but are you on birth control?”
“No,” she answered breathlessly as she looked up at me with her beautiful teal eyes.
Of all the times in my life I'd been unprepared, this had to be the worst.
“Do you happen to have any condoms with you?”
“No," she answered. "Don’t tell me you don’t have any either.”
“I don’t. Shit, I was so worried about telling you I was an agent that I completely forgot.”
“I thought single men always carried condoms in their wallets,” she said with a smile.
Well, I wasn’t a single man, was I? But this sure as hell wasn’t the time to divulge that deal breaking piece of information. It was too late for that truth, and I'd just have to wait until the annulment went through.
“Unfortunately I don’t always. So I guess we’ll have to save that for another time?”
“Okay.”
“I’m just glad you stayed,” I told her as I bent down to kiss her.
“Me too. I think,” she said with a half-smile.
“I’ll work on convincing you,” I told her as I climbed off the bed.
“Where are you going?” she sat up and asked.
“Just putting on some pants to make this a little easier for me,” I told her with a smile. "But I really hope you're going to stay undressed."
I grabbed a pair of sleep pants from the hotel dresser, and pulled them over my boxers.
When I turned back around Elizabeth was watching me, her amazing eyes brighter with her smile.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I asked as I climbed back on top of her and kissed her.
I slid her panties down her legs and off, then my hand made its way back to where it’d been before I stopped - right between her legs. I’d never felt anyone smooth like her. Her breath hitched as I rubbed her clit and probed her opening with my fingers. But suddenly my hands weren't enough. I needed to taste her.