Wild Knights

by Blaise Kilgallen

  His skin was dark, as were his eyebrows and long black hair, which he wore in a ponytail. Carla noticed Raoul's accent.

  "Ah, sí! Gringo, you are a lucky man, Evan Lupo," Raoul said, his wicked, appraising eyes the same color as Evan's. "You always pick a winner, hombre! How do you do it?" He grinned first at Evan then back at Carla, giving her another full once-over.

  "Take off, Raoul, your date is waiting for you at your table. This lady is taken."

  The dark knight grinned, executing a slight bow.

  "Nice to meet you, Carla. Enjoy your evening."

  Carla smiled and nodded.

  Raoul left, his low chuckling following him across the floor.

  "He thinks he's God's gift to women, Carla."

  "And you aren't?" she teased.

  "Who? Me?" Evan grinned. "But remember, I was your birthday gift, right?"

  She looked into his eyes without saying a word and nodded.

  If only he were my permanent birthday gift.

  "C'mon, Carla. Let's dance," he said, standing up and taking her elbow.

  She went willingly onto the tiny floor, sliding into his arms like a heated blade into butter. He held her loosely at first.

  Evan always thought dancing was like embracing to music, and tonight it suited his mood. He was hungry and on fire for Carla. A week was too long without being inside her luscious body. She'd thrown him a ringer when he'd walked through the door and gotten an eyeful of her in that sexy outfit. It had been almost all he could do not to tear off that slinky dress and everything under it, piece by piece, and thrust into her hot cunt. His instincts were primitive, uninhibited, and wild when it came to her lush body.

  For now, he had her in his arms. He leaned his cheek against her soft hair, breathing in whatever damn perfume she was wearing that was driving him berserk. This was the second set, and he didn't think he could take too much more of this closeness without doing what came naturally. He was erect already. He pulled her closer, fitting himself against the spot between her thighs.

  Carla felt his desire and slid a hand up and around his nape, playing with his hair. She glanced up at him under her lashes. They swayed together on the dance floor, their feet scarcely moving, hot-wired electricity arcing between them. Evan exuded masculine desire, and her glands began to sizzle with need. She leaned into him, pressing against his erection, wanting to feel it inside her, needing to feel it inside her.

  She wanted him massaging her clit with his tongue. Her skin burned, her nipples tingled. She felt wet between her thighs, warmth pulsing in the G-spot. She was so aware of him and ready, it wasn't funny.

  When Evan gazed down at her, he recognized the hot wanting in her eyes, the begging--almost as if she whispered, "Take me home now, Evan ... and let's get it on."

  He took a quick look at the glowing dial of his watch. Just before 11:00 p.m. They'd been here a little over an hour, long enough for him to drink two Bud Lights(r), and for her to dawdle over her wine.

  What the hell, he thought. We don't need this. Let's get outta here before I explode.

  He bent and whispered low, close to her ear, his warm breath tickling her lobe. "I've been thinking about eating your pussy since I got to your house an hour ago, Carla. So hot and wet, my tongue shoving into you as far as I can. Makin' you shiver and shake like you're never gonna stop doin' it. Drivin' you nuts until anybody hears you yell a mile away."

  She swallowed, her breath coming fast, choking on his erotic innuendoes.

  He fastened his gaze on hers, then ran the pointed tip of his tongue over his lips. "Go on, Carla. Think about me doing it now, right here in the middle of the dance floor." He leaned over and stuck his tongue in her ear.

  He didn't tell Carla that she had driven him crazy, thinking about her, while he'd searched for Luca Amante. Dammit, he'd really missed her. And it wasn't only the sex he'd missed. Maybe it was because he felt completely at ease and comfortable with her by his side. She didn't hassle him. She took what he gave her in the way of sexual pleasure and satisfaction, but he realized he wanted more from her. These past weeks they'd had a few laughs, some hot and heavy necking, and a lot of on-and-off fucking. Maybe they should cut off the fucking for the time being, and do more talking, get to know one another better. It had dawned on him quite suddenly while in Chicago that it'd be like hell to leave without her. What was he really considering?

  But not tonight. Oh no, not tonight.

  "Wanna get out of here, sugar?"

  She quickly nodded in agreement.

  He hugged her, and planted a tiny kiss on her brow. "Yeah. C'mon. Let's do it. What the hell, we're outta here."

  Raoul waved a goodnight to the pair and grinned from ear to ear.

  I'm going to have to do something about him shagging me, Evan thought. An extra hard hour on the training field with swords should shut him up.

  * * * *

  The drive back to Carla's house from South Hackensack typically took a half-hour. Evan made it in 20 minutes. They spoke little; listened to the radio. He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his big, callused fingers, drawing her close to his side so their thighs touched. She leaned her cheek against his upper arm and closed her eyes. Every now and again he smiled, squeezed her fingers, or brought her hand to his lips to kiss or nibble on her knuckles.

  Carla had the strangest impression she was on a first date. Only this time she knew where their date would end. In her bed. Again.

  When they entered her darkened house and locked the door, Evan pulled her into his arms. He watched for cues when he was out with a woman, any woman, to see what she was ready for. And Carla had given him all the right signals on the dance floor.

  "I need to kiss you now," he said.

  He rubbed his lips over an available cheek, kissed her eyelids, came down to kiss the end of her nose, started biting her lips, then plunged inside her mouth. He ravished her in a devouring, hungry kiss.

  Carla willingly went on kissing, her fingers tangled in the crisp, silk of his curls. His kisses were usually powerful, but this kiss was unbelievably erotic. A soul-deep kiss designed to destroy her will, to let him do to her whatever he wanted, as if he would consume her, body and soul. "I need to be inside you, too, soon." She melted. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom.

  For the second time this evening, he pulled back to look at her. Moonlight filtered in through the small upstairs windows.

  "I'll pull the shades down,"

  "Yes, do."

  She sat up, watching him remove his jacket. As he returned, she began undressing. He stopped her.

  "No, don't move. I want to do that myself--piece by piece--until you're naked. I want to make love to you, slow and easy tonight. Okay?"

  She sighed and nodded in acquiescence, her gaze fixed on his shadowy face.

  What was he thinking?

  When he came back to her, Evan slipped off her sandals and placed them on the floor next to the bed. Kneeling on the edge of the mattress, he slowly pulled down the back zipper of Carla's slinky dress. He spread the garment open, noticing the sexy, lacey, black lingerie she'd donned. He drew the sleeveless dress slowly off her shoulders, watching it slide down and off her. He removed the pencil-thick spaghetti straps of the teddy, first one, then the other. The lingerie fell down around her waist.

  Evan kissed across her bare back, ran his tongue along her spine, bent her forward on the bed nibbling and tasting her skin. He abruptly turned her to face him, tracing more kisses along collarbones, nuzzling her neck, her throat. "Oh yeah, babe, you're hot and ready for me," he groaned.

  She shivered in anticipation, remembering every erotic word he'd whispered in her ear on the dance floor, the way she had clung to him, the things he did that took her beyond anything she had ever experienced.

  He stood her up and both dress and teddy fell to the floor next to her sandals. She'd worn no bra tonight and only sheer black pantyhose and pierced earrings remained. "Lie down on y
our back," he said, pushing her into the middle of the bed.

  He sat, quickly removing his loafers, his socks, his shirt. He unbuckled his belt, then stood and dropped his pants, leaving only his Jockeys(r) on. He lay down next to her and reaching over, pulled her on top of him.

  Her unfettered breasts hung like ripe fruit above his chiseled lips, full and, Carla thought, firm and nicely shaped for a woman her age. She cupped her breasts and offered them to Evan, even as she straddled his hips. She smiled when he touched his tongue to the nipples, licking and biting her gently like a hungry puppy worrying a favorite bone.

  He was playful, looking up at her wickedly through thick lashes, while he grinned, flicking his tongue and fondling the flesh of her breasts at the same time. He smiled again as if he were enjoying every minute of his foolishness with her boobs.

  It crossed Carla's mind that Evan was quite adorable and would be lots of fun. She never felt as old as she was and never acted her real age. Maybe that's why Evan had stuck around.

  She wanted to touch him, too. She flattened her palms over the bare skin of his chest and shoulders, smoothing the muscles encasing his torso. The planes of his pecs were hard with the tiniest new growth of black chest hair around and between his flat nipples. She teased those nipples until they peaked like hers.

  Looking down at him, in her eyes he couldn't be more perfect. Suntanned skin, muscles and more muscles. Even his lips were perfectly shaped, sensuous, full, and mischievous. She had felt his erection building while they'd danced. Now she felt it against her cunt. She sat down harder on it, swiveling over him from side to side, north and south, until he grabbed her hips to keep her from teasing him.

  "Uh oh," he said, "that's gonna drive me up a wall, Carla, when you do that. God, don't you know you're the sexiest woman I know?"

  "I kinda doubt that, Evan."

  "No, I mean it. Trust me."

  She leaned down and kissed his chest, moving herself lower. She slipped her fingers under the elastic waistband of his cotton underwear, shoved his skivvies off his hips, gesturing for him to lift his backside and pull them off his legs. He released a deep groan as his full erection sprang free. She wrapped her hand around his cock, and she felt it jump at her touch.

  "Uh ... you need a condom, Evan."

  He was busy rubbing her clit with one blunt finger through her damp pantyhose. "Not yet, Carla. I've got other things in mind for you. But you can still tease him if you want to."

  "I want to please you ... tonight, Evan. If you let me, I'll do everything that pleases you."

  "Do your worst, woman." There was mischievous acquiescence in his voice. He lay passive, relaxed, no longer touching her, his arms folded behind his head, letting her play with his body. "I'm all yours as you can see. Every damn inch of me."

  She took his heavy arousal in her hands and held her breath. Eyes closed, Carla let her palms stroke and explore. She listened to his rapid breathing. He'd given her so much pleasure, she would pleasure him in a way she knew he would like. She'd done some research while he was away and learned that men liked women to go down on them.

  "Have you ever gone to a massage parlor, Evan?"

  He almost choked. Then he laughed out loud. "Holy shit, Carla. Why would I do that when I have you right here with me?"

  She laughed back at him.

  He reached down and wrapped his own hand over hers.

  "I love when you play with me. I hope to God you'll never play with anyone else, Carla. You haven't, have you, while I've been gone?"

  She didn't answer him immediately.

  Could that be a little jealousy I hear in his question?

  "Just tell me if I'm doing this right."

  "Just keep doing what you did on the porch. Okay, okay. I just wanted you to know I wouldn't like hearing about it." He lay back again, like an Arab pasha being pleasured by one of his harem houris.

  She couldn't see well in the dark, but it was natural to stroke him with both hands because of his size. She moved up with one, then the other, in a slow, rhythmic massage. She let one palm rub over the velvety head. If she recalled what she read, that was one of the most sensitive parts of a man's sex organ, so she touched it gingerly.

  He gasped.

  She felt him getting bigger, harder.

  "Taste me, Carla. Take me in your mouth and suck me, babe, please. I want you to."

  She closed her eyes and lowered her lips to his cock. She licked gently at something salty.

  "Oh God, yes! Take all of me, Carla. More."

  He was too big for her, but she did what she could, sucking him, tracing her tongue below the ridge that circled the sensitive head.

  She heard him hold his breath until he exhaled slowly, with some control. She stopped licking his cock and moved down the length of his erection to the bush of black hair at its base. She massaged his testicles, squeezing them gently with her fingertips, encountering the velvet softness of male flesh for the first time. Finally, she came back and sucked him some more, her tongue following the large, prominent vein along the bottom of his massive cock.

  "Oh damn, Carla!" His words choked in his throat, and he jerked his hips. She was moving fast, speeding her movements, her pulse racing along with his pumping as she pleasured him. His breathing grew ragged, uncontrollable. Suddenly, she felt him stiffen. A long groan broke from his throat, and his hips pulsed. Semen spurted into her mouth. She pulled away. He pumped more, spraying her neck and chest with his sperm until his orgasm subsided.

  She wiped her mouth and chest clean with the top sheet, then sat back and rested, glad his climax shuddered through him like hers always did.

  She was very proud of herself, because she never thought she'd do this for a man. She never did it for Billy, but then again, she was so naïve she never would have thought of doing it. She was older and wiser now; she'd learned a lot in these weeks with Evan and knew more about what pleasure a man enjoyed in his sex life.

  "God, Carla, I'm sorry. I couldn't stop." Evan whispered an apology for coming in her mouth. "But, thank you, sugar. I'll thank you again when I recuperate." He promised satisfaction, then dragged her off him and tucked her beside him on the bed.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  The bedroom was quiet. Neither of them spoke. Lying beside one another, they seemed to muse on their individual thoughts. Evan played with Carla's hair, wrapping a curl around his index finger.

  It was then she remembered her encounter with his cousin. She sat up, looking down at him. "Evan, I forgot to tell you I had a visitor the other evening."

  "Oh?" He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. To her it seemed to be a totally unconscious gesture on his part.

  "Your cousin, Rocco."

  He sat up, too. "What?" His dark eyes flashed in the low light. "What the hell was he doing here?"

  "He told me he was looking for you. Why in the world would he think you'd be here?"

  "He saw us together in Atlantic City, Carla. He might have thought we were living together."

  "I wish--never mind," she said. She wouldn't mind at all if it were true.

  What a difference 15 years makes when you're hungry for a man's touch! Before now, she wouldn't have gone out with him at all. She had been a moralistic prude then, but times had changed. Oh yeah, they sure had. Now, she simply wished he'd move in, put his clothes in her closet and his shoes under her bed, and sleep with her every night so they could grow old together.

  "Never mind what?" he asked.

  "It's--well, he made me nervous. And the other guy with him, too."

  "Jesus H. Christ! You mean he brought his bodyguard with him? I'll kill the bastard."

  "No, no, Evan, they didn't do anything. They were all talk. But, I just didn't like the looks of either of them. Then your cousin left me his card..."

  Carla hopped out of the bed and rummaged around for her purse. She dug inside it and brought out Rocco's business card. She returned to the bed with it, wearing nothing but her sex
y pantyhose.

  The hot look he gave her in the faint light coming in through the rear window where he'd left the shade up told her he wasn't too interested in talking about his cousin.

  "C'mon here, puss." He reached for her. "I'll take care of Rocco. He can be a pain in the ass."

  "I don't like him, Evan. But he did tell me to be sure you knew he was here and that he was looking for you."

  "I'll call him tomorrow, okay? Forget him. I've got business here with you." He put Rocco's card on the bedside table next to the foil packet he'd placed there in readiness and turned back to her. His arms pulled her on top of him again. "How'd you like a ride tonight?"

  "We've already gone for a..."

  Then she stopped what she was saying. Her legs were on either side of his hips. She felt his cock jutting against her cunt.

  "Holy shit! What's the matter with me? I said I'd undress you. Get off and roll over a minute."

  Carla did as he asked, turning onto her stomach.

  Evan rose up on his knees and straddled her instead, sitting lightly on her calves. Very slowly, he drew the elastic of her pantyhose over her hips, stopping at the top of her thighs. He kissed her buttocks, squeezing and caressing her bare flesh with his big hands.

  "Beautiful. Perfection," he said. "I love your tush and the way you wiggle your ass in those shorts."

  He pulled the hose farther down, moving to bare her thighs and the backs of her knees. He kissed her there, tickling her with his lips, her legs falling open.

  She heard his soft laughter.

  As a last move, he grabbed hold of the top of her pantyhose and stripped her out of them.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the item floating to the floor.

  Evan nuzzled his nose and mouth along her calves, ran fingers over one of the soles of her feet. When he hit that spot, she jerked away. "Oooh, no, Evan. I'm ticklish there, too! Don't tease me again."