LifeoftheParty

by Trudy Doyle

  “Well…okay.” She reached behind her and unsnapped the bra, leaning forward to shrug it off, arching her back as she righted herself. She then pulled a chair from the desk and propped her foot atop it, unsnapping one garter from one leg at a time and slipping off her shoes, methodically rolled her stockings off. She glanced to Doug. He hadn’t moved an inch, his eyes fixed on her, rapt. Then, standing up, she turned around and slowly slid her garter belt over her ass, bending forward to push it down her legs. When it hit her ankles she stepped out of it and touched her toes. She spread her legs slightly, brandishing her slickened clit, a little shot of pleasure racing through her when she heard his throat clear expansively.

  “Get up here,” he said, most authoritatively.

  She righted herself and turned, raising her arms to push her hair back. But before she could take a step he said, “Wait.” His gaze bored into hers. “Put the shoes on.”

  Her head quirked. “Excuse me?”

  His hands gripped the headboard, his biceps bulging precipitously. “I said, put the shoes on.”

  She smiled as wickedly as she could. And slipping them on, she went to him.

  Gina climbed atop the big bed, crawling toward him as if she were some predatory creature. She stopped at his foot. “I sense a bit of a foot fetish, my darling. I think this needs a little more exploration.” She pinched his big toe between her fingers and sucked it into her mouth.

  He groaned.

  “Ah. Just as I suspected.” She sucked each toe, from one foot to the other, Doug growling at her, threatening to bite hers off. “Now why would you do that, Dougie? What would that leave to peep out my peep-toes?”

  He grinned at her. “Biding my time, doll, just biding my time.”

  “Really.” She gave his toes one more thorough going-over before kissing and sucking and licking her way to his groin. “Now this is where it gets interesting,” she said, slowly spreading his legs.

  She moved between them, her hands on his knees, rising up to brush her pussy against his balls, his cock. She ground herself against him, inching up until her clit rested against the rigid underside of his shaft, where she painfully, methodically rubbed against him, letting her slit circle the glistening head of his cock until he moaned, pushing against her.

  “Not yet,” she said, sliding her pussy to his taut belly. She let her hot juices slicken his soft hairs as his cock twitched and throbbed against her ass. Then she turned atop him and, arching up on her knees, sucked his shaft down her throat.

  He gasped, his ass lifting off the bed as Gina tightened her lips around him and pulled up and down a couple dozen times. Her lips came to rest at his silky-soft crown, her tongue circling and sucking until she tasted the barest hint of his come trickling into her mouth. From here she let his cock slide from her lips and went to work instead on his balls, rolling one at a time in her mouth.

  “Ahhh…” he groaned, his legs shifting, his hand sliding to her hips. As she kissed and licked and flicked her tongue against his balls, she suddenly became aware of his finger entering a vagina so hot and slick she was sure she’d burn him.

  Which made her think of the one thing that set Doug apart from all the men she had ever known—aside from the obvious, of course. He was a master at pleasing women, expertly, howlingly so. From the caress of his lips to the tip of his extraordinary cock, he knew how to coax and tease and explode an orgasm out of her, and usually many more. As in now, as his finger explored, seeking her G-spot or whatever magic button he had ferreted out, she could already feel herself rising. Add to that the touch and taste of his cock and balls in her mouth, his ripped body between her legs, and she damn well felt ready to launch off the bed.

  “Enough,” he said roughly, his finger receding, his hands sliding to her ass. “Time to fuck.”

  “Not yet,” she said, her mouth once again circling his head. “I’m not quite—erp!”

  He had grabbed hold of her three-and-half-inch heels and yanked her feet from under her. She fell splat on his legs, only to feel them slide away before he pushed her back up on her knees. She latched on to the footboard, steadying herself.

  “Hence the reasoning behind the shoes,” she said, feeling him positioning himself behind her. “Traitorous things.”

  “Quiet,” he said, spanking her soundly before he shoved himself inside her.

  “Jesus!” she yelped, his hands falling to her hips, her bottom deliciously burning, his cock pummeling her mercilessly. It wasn’t a moment later and she was climaxing, her neck arching, her clit throbbing against his balls. She was coming so hard she lost her balance and fell over, Doug losing his too, both of them tumbling off the bed.

  “Son of a bitch! Are you all right?” he said without missing a beat, Gina laughing uncontrollably. He kissed her neck and, rolling her over, grabbed her ankles, sliding her legs over his shoulders.

  She was raw and exposed and nearly folded in half, and so aroused she thought she’d explode. He slid her legs down a bit and reentered her, ramming into her with such force it sent a jolt through her clear up to her bellybutton.

  Gina came again, quickly and cleanly. Before it receded, he lowered her legs, arching above her now, moving his hips slowly and succinctly, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly opened. As he moved she watched his muscles expand and contract, the bulges of his arms, his tightly mounded pectorals, the hard ridges of his abs. Across his chest she noticed his taut veining, a circulatory highway leading up his neck, to a jaw that clenched as his breath came hard, straining to hold back his release. Holding back for her, she knew, holding back for her pleasure.

  Lord, she was a selfish woman. And he such a hungry man. But maybe it was that hunger that made her so selfish. He took everything out of her, leaving her naked, exposed. How liberating to be that honest.

  If only she were.

  She wished she could tell him, she longed for the courage, and she would, or they’d never be at peace. But first she needed to get through this, and she would do that too, she was sure of it. Because now he was here, and he could do anything.

  “Gina…” he murmured, sitting up, pulling her with him. He nestled her in his lap, his knees bent, her legs arched beside him. “So beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her deeply. “Christ, I love to fuck you.”

  She leaned back against his legs. “Do you?” She lifted herself off him, slamming her pussy down. “Do you really?” And again and again. “Because if you love to fuck me so much, then why…” She did it again. “Why am I doing all the work?”

  His eyes flared.

  He pulled himself from her and Gina to her feet, whipping her around to leave her braced against the footboard. It was so high the top nearly came to her hips, and she latched on to it, steadying herself. She had hardly gotten her bearings before Doug nudged her legs opened and, tilting her ass, entered her pussy from behind.

  She jolted as he rammed into her, digging her heels into the carpet to keep upright.

  “Hence the reasoning behind the shoes,” he whispered hotly in her ear.

  She turned her head, wrinkling her nose at him.

  His response was a deftly placed finger to her clit. “Hold on,” he said, proceeding to pump fore and aft.

  Her head slammed back against his shoulder as he tilted his hips to gain greater access, fucking her so hard he nearly lifted her off the floor. Within seconds she was coming with a force almost painful, her mouth open wide and straining to scream. Before she could she felt his lips close over hers, his arms wrapping around her so tightly stars dotted her vision and then he was coming, brutally so. He huffed into her mouth, his cock throbbing deep within her, his trembling body sending vibrations through her spine. When he was finished he pulled himself from her and twisted her around, his hand kneading her breast as he kissed her deeply and soundly. With his cock against her belly she felt his come flowing from her, snaking a rivulet down the inside of her thigh. She pressed herself to his hip, leaving some against him.

  He pul
led back to look at her, his eyes a deep, deep blue. Then he dipped his finger to her pussy.

  She gripped his shoulder, exhaling hard, never expecting it. It was simply the most intimate thing he’d ever done. Maybe it wouldn’t seem so to anyone else, but it certainly felt that way to her, Doug sliding his own come against her clit. Almost instantly she climaxed, shaking as he swirled and circled, his hand flooding with his own juices when he sank his finger into her. She rose up, pressing her lips to his.

  “Gimme more,” she whispered, rubbing against him. “Give me everything you’ve got.” He sighed heavily then lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him and he slid himself in, carrying her to the bed.

  This time was slow, easy, like the rock of a boat, Gina under him, Doug arching above her. When she came, so did he, an even undulation, a comfortable roll, a gift. When they were finished he pulled back the sheets and they slipped between them, Doug falling asleep quickly, softly snoring against her breast.

  She brushed the back of her hand down his cheek. “I love you,” she whispered, safe in the knowledge he couldn’t hear her.

  * * * * *

  Gina leaned up on her arm. “Where in God’s name are you going?”

  Doug looked up from tying his shoe. Jesus Christ, he thought. Was there any woman in the world who looked as good naked as she did? “I thought I’d do a little investigating.”

  She glanced at the bedside clock. “At this hour?”

  “Come on, Gina. That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it? I won’t be long.”

  “And you also won’t be going without me either.” She threw back the sheet and swung her legs over the side. “Give me a couple of minutes to freshen up,” she said, grabbing fallen clips to pile her hair atop her head. “I won’t be long.”

  As he heard the shower raining, he suppressed the urge to follow her, knowing full well if he did that, they’d never leave the room. He glanced to the door, contemplating going without her. Not a good idea either. He hated the idea of leaving her alone even for a minute, as much as taking her with him left her wide open for a target. There simply was no compromise. Until Sunday he’d just have to be her conjoined twin. Not, he rubbed his chin, that that was such a horrible prospect.

  He got up, slipping into his holster, smelling her perfume on his jacket when he pulled it on, his gaze falling to her nylons draped over a chair. He picked one up, smiling as he slid it between his fingers, teetering between happiness and disbelief. How was this possible? He just couldn’t figure it out. One day at a time, he told himself. Damn, where had he heard that before? He picked up the remote, clicking to ESPN.

  Ten minutes later, Gina emerged, naked, fluffed and looking for her clothes. “Jesus,” she huffed, hands to hips, “where the hell are they?”

  “Here,” Doug said, pointing to the sofa. He had them lined up in sequence order. “I picked them up while you were sleeping. They were all over the floor.” He took a step closer. “Woman, you are an animal.”

  “Stay away,” she said, brushing past him. “As it is, the friction is killing me.”

  Ten minutes more and they were out in the hall. “Now what?” she asked.

  Doug looked to a brochure in his hand. “Says here there’s a club lounge down the hall with complimentary wifi. That’s as good a place as any to start.” They found a couple of computers tucked in a corner of the empty room. Doug sat at one, Gina looking over his shoulder.

  “What’re you doing?” she asked as he quickly went into administrative mode. “Damn, how’d you get there? That should be password-protected.”

  “Anything gated is just asking to be opened,” he said, scrolling files. “Public computers are notorious for viruses and a thousand other infections with all the fingerprints left on them.” He clicked out. “Nope, nothing came from here.”

  “But how do you know?”

  “Because I just scrolled though all the Yahoo! mail temporary files, and not one of them matched the time stamp on the one you got.”

  “Oh. Well, that’s easy enough.”

  “If you know what to look for.” He switched to the other one. “This one either.”

  Gina looked at him, amazed. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

  “Hackers, where else? Arrested a couple of guys not too long ago plying their trade for dope. Both of them have job offers from Microsoft when they get out. You believe that?”

  “I’d believe anything from you.”

  “You’d better.” He took her arm. “Come on. There’s more downstairs.”

  Four computers were tucked in a little alcove off the lobby. Halfway through the third one, he sat back, tapping the screen. “Bingo, here it is.”

  She leaned in. “You sure?”

  “Positive. Watch.” He tapped a bit more, bringing up the file history. “There it is, clear as day.” yourbigfan2014.

  “Jesus, Doug, wouldn’t it be something if we could tap into this guy’s mailbox?”

  He looked at her, grinning. “Who says we can’t? But not yet. There’s still some things a little bit more pressing.” He stood up, slipping his arm around her waist. “Whaddya say we get a nightcap before we turn in?”

  She leaned back, nuzzling his neck. “Just what I had in mind to soothe my frazzled nerves.” She winced. “And nerve endings.”

  He kissed her temple. “Doll, I’m gonna have to toughen you up.”

  Halfway to the bar, Gina stopped cold.

  He followed her line of vision to a man just turning, his eyes lighting with surprise. “Gina! Why, hello, you two. Fancy seeing you here.”

  “Hello, Lee,” she said, looking slightly dazed.

  “I was just going for a drink,” he said, his composure smoothly restored. “Would you like to join me?”

  She glanced to Doug. “I-I—”

  “We’d love to,” said Doug, sweeping his hand. “Lead the way.”

  Chapter Ten

  RADISSON HOTEL

  PHILADELPHIA

  SATURDAY 2 NOVEMBER

  12:24 A.M.

  “Pinot noir, wasn’t it, Gina?” asked Lee, half sitting on a stool. “I recall a particular San Luis Obispo you used to swoon over.”

  “Really?” Gina’s smile was brittle. She crossed her legs atop the barstool. “I don’t remember.”

  “Well, I do. It was that good. Lieutenant?”

  “Thanks.” Doug took the double scotch Lee offered, preferring to stand. Because something about this Lee Roland sparked all his instincts, and he just might need to shove his glass down the fucker’s throat, especially if he kept scoping Gina’s legs. He took a good swallow and forced himself to focus.

  “Granger Canyon,” said Lee. “2004, I believe, their best year for pinots.” The bartender set a wineglass in front of Gina before placing another before Lee. He grinned. “From what I remember you would’ve drunk it by the bucket.”

  She glanced at him then sipped deeply. “I had my reasons.”

  Doug’s hand tightened around his glass. “So, Lee, how funny is this, running into you here.”

  “Very funny,” said Gina dryly. “Practically a coincidence.”

  “More on your end than mine, I should think.” Lee flashed a badge from his pocket. “Shareholders’ meeting for Smythe Kleeg Bachman. It runs the weekend, but I’m not staying past tomorrow morning’s Synthopax presentation. All these doctors give me the jumps.”

  “Lee’s family are major stockholders,” Gina supplied. “His mother’s a Kleeg.”

  “Ah,” said Doug, sipping. “The family business. I suppose you spend a lot of time in Center City then.”

  “At their headquarters?” Lee swirled his wine and gave his black-rimmed glasses an adjust. “Mom and my brother Darrin do have seats on the board, but I prefer the life of the idle rich.” He glanced to Gina. “That’s why I’m in politics, eh, sweets?”

  Gina eyed him coolly. “You do slay me, Lee.”

  “Because you know I’m joking. Seriously though, g
reat buzz about your boy. They say he’s a cinch to cinch it. Especially if he agrees to meet with Milton Tate. That’ll line the conservatives up behind him like ducklings.”

  Gina’s face pinched. “He’d never do that.”

  “You mean the guy who heads that victims’ rights group?” Even Doug knew who he was.

  Gina shook her head. “Yeah, who fought Jack every step of the way on the DNA bill. Who stalked his office and called him a murderer more than once. Believe me, if there was to be any meeting with Tate, I’d be arranging it. And that’s not going to happen any time soon.”

  Lee arched a brow. “Have you been locked in a closet? Because let me tell you, it’s been the buzz all day. He’s going to show his solidarity with Jack by standing on the podium with him Sunday.”

  “That’s impossible.” Gina instinctively reached for her purse and the ever-present BlackBerry inside. But both were somewhere upstairs, her phone switched to vibrate, probably wedged between a cushion. Doug could see the panic across her face. She looked to him then to Lee, sliding off the stool. “I need to go.”

  Lee stood. “I think you’d better.” He turned to Doug, his hand extended. “Great to see you again, Lieutenant. Take care of our girl now.”

  Doug closed his hand over the man’s, resisting the urge to crush it. “Senator.”

  “Hurry, Doug,” Gina urged, halfway out the bar.

  “Damn, damn, damn,” she muttered, frantically pushing the elevator button. “He’s probably been trying to get me all afternoon.”

  As they stepped inside, Doug said, “You haven’t exactly been incommunicado. You haven’t talked to him once?”

  The door shut and she smiled, shooting him a sideways glance. “With your cock inside me it’s hard to breathe, let alone have a conversation. And you must admit it’s been my companion for a major portion of the day.”

  Doug cleared his throat, shifting his hip slightly as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “You complaining?”

  “Hardly. Yet it does seem very strange Lee would know about Tate.”