Siren's Garter: Issue One August 2016

by Miriam F. Martin

  “I see,” said Kevin. “But maybe instead of playing pool, we should worry about your mother.”

  “She’s more dangerous than me,” Elsie tossed her hair to one side. “And besides, I don’t have a plan yet.”

  Kevin shifted his weight, gripping the pool stick in both hands. “Maybe we should come up with a plan?”

  “So hasty.” Elsie called another shot. “Six in the middle pocket.”

  Again, the ball fell in. She kept making shot after shot, near silence settling on the room. The only sounds were her calls and the satisfying smacking of billiard balls. Kevin grunted now and then, throwing in a “nice shot” or “when will it be my turn” every so often.

  They didn’t need to say much. Kevin’s eyes said it all. Just like the time they walked along the Seine River in Paris. Or when he took to her favorite ice cream stand in Brooklyn. Those sexy brown eyes devoured her up and down, and Elsie reveled in the attention.

  And his attention was so much different than the corporate pigs she stole secrets from. They only wanted a piece of ass, or a bitch in a leather outfit to smack them around. A special few professed true love to her, but without an exception they were playing behind a wife’s or a girlfriend’s back.

  Kevin appeared so helpless and weak when he stared at her like this. Like he wanted to spill his guts with secrets. Well, that was certainly true, as she now found out.

  But he also looked like a man who would do anything for her, whether he got laid or not. Kevin controlled his lust, this time hiding behind that pool stick as if it would save him from Elsie. The bulge in his pants and the wild eyed expression on his face gave him away.

  Elsie had him wrapped around her finger, and she knew it, just like she knew she’d win this pool game.

  She sank the last ball.

  “Do you use your charms?” Kevin said. “When you’re in the field. Please be honest.”

  “Yes,” she said. “But I’ll give all that up. For you.”

  “Can you? Give it up and walk away?”

  Elsie meant to say yes again, but hesitated. It wasn’t that simple. Once a spy, always a spy. Sometimes, hell all of the time, you didn’t get to walk away because you had a change of heart.

  “I understand,” Kevin said. “I want to give it up for you, too. But I don’t know how to get out.”

  Elsie nodded. Her heart sank, but not exactly because of what Kevin said. The heat between her legs cooled a little. She didn’t know how to get out of the business either. Start over. Clean slate.

  “I love you,” she said. Elsie stepped closer to him, enough to feel his body heat.

  “I love you, too,” he said. “Just that—“

  “Shh,” Elsie put a finger to his lips. She traced down the rough stubble on his chin, down his neck, to the button on his polo shirt.

  She kissed him. Just a taste. The heat between her legs returned, full blast now. Elsie cuddled up to him, wrapping an arm around his neck.

  Kevin pulled her in closer, hands firmly pressed on her waist. He French kissed her, tongues wrestling and probing each other’s teeth.

  Then he lifted her dress up and cupped her butt in both hands.

  All of her insides knotted up pleasurably. Elsie had forgotten how good he felt, how powerful his arms were, and how wonderful it was to snuggle against him and drive him crazy with kissing.

  She snapped the shirt’s button loose, revealing a patch of wiry chest hair.

  Before she realized what she was doing, Elsie was down on her knees and unzipping his pants.

  The problems with Zack and Molly faded to background noise. Elsie still wanted to make sure her mother was okay.

  But what was Elsie going to do? Chase Molly Biggins through the small town streets of Wenakaga?

  Mom could handle herself. Besides, she went willingly with Biggins.

  Right now, Elsie needed to handle Kevin.

  She yanked his belt buckle hard enough to make him grunt. He didn’t stop her. Just stared into her eyes with that wild, helpless expression.

  In a flash, his pants were open and his cock sprung free, half hard and wet on the end. She took the head into her mouth, and licked his saltiness clean.

  Kevin ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer. Elsie grabbed his wrists, and denied him with soft licks along the side of his member. He moaned.

  She nibbled at him, play biting up and down the shaft. On the way down, she went lower, and took one ball into her mouth, sucking hard as she could. He jerked away, but the desperate moan told her he wanted more.

  So Elsie took the other ball and licked it up, sucking it into her mouth. His cock throbbed to full erection.

  Just like she knew would happen.

  Elsie kissed and bit back up his shaft, patting him under the sack along the way. Kevin was leaning over now, hands on her shoulders and massaging her.

  When she reached the fat mushroom head, Elsie gripped him and took him into her mouth. She twisted her hand as she sucked him, gently scraping her teeth up and down his length.

  Right when his moaning grew the most intense, and right before he could climax, Elsie pulled away. She smiled up at him, luxuriating in his musky smell.

  “Your turn,” she said.

  “But,” Kevin said, trying to hide his goofy smile, “isn’t there some rule that a man can’t his bride before the wedding?”

  “Fuck the rules, baby. We’re not exactly a normal couple anymore.”

  As if they ever were.

  Kevin gripped her upper arms and lifted Elsie to her feet.

  Then he went down on her.

  Chapter Ten

  Kevin smoothed back her silky soft hair. He felt the sweat trickling at the nape of her neck. Elsie hadn’t lied when she told him she was bad.

  Maybe not in the way she meant it. She was saying she was spy after all? Was she spying on him? Logic told him that was a possibility.

  Logic was a cold hearted bitch. Kevin didn’t care about logic or thinking right now. And after Elsie pulled open his belt and started slobbering all his manhood, it was too late, spy or not.

  Kevin didn’t even care about the silly rule about a groom not seeing the bride before the wedding. He kept secrets for a living. No big deal to keep this secret too.

  She already smelled like an orgasm, and not from the earlier fling she had in the kitchen. All his will went into not bucking his hips into her face. He enjoyed the rising tension as she sucked him, giving her all the power to tease and get him off. He wanted to enjoy that sensation for as long as possible.

  When Kevin couldn’t take it any longer, he grabbed Elsie by the upper arms and brought her to her feet. He pushed her into the corner, near the pool stick rack. Sweat trickled down his back, his palms hot and sticky on her smooth arms. A wild, mock-fearful expression plastered Elsie’s face—wide eyes, neck and cheeks blushed, mouth in a lovely “O” shape.

  Kevin got down on one knee, and lifted her dress above her hips.

  Elsie’s pussy was shaved into a thin landing strip, just the way he liked it. The hair seemed to point from her navel down to her honey pot. But the shaved areas hadn’t been tended to in a few days. The bare skin was rough and bristly.

  He dived right in, tongue extended and eager to taste, splitting her lips apart with index and middle fingers. Her clitoris popped out right away, and he licked and nibbled on her pearl.

  Elsie combed her fingers through his hair, and pulled as she moaned in ecstasy.

  She was gushing wet with juices trickling down both thighs.

  Not stopping to give her a rest, not even bothering to tease like he loved doing to her, he sank two fingers inside while he flicked her clit with his tongue. Back and forth, up and down. Kevin wiggled his fingers inside.

  Then he curled his fingers into a “come hither” motion, rubbing on her G-spot.

  Elsie thrashed against him, knees buckling and fingers pulling his hair tighter. Her hips bucked wildly as she rode his fingers, her essence d
ripping down his forearm now. Kevin didn’t stop, not even slowing, giving her no satisfaction of rest. He rubbed, flicked, and licked every sensitive part of her.

  She let out a ferocious holler, shrieking like a sex starved banshee. Breasts bouncing under her dress, her eyes slitted and she threw her head back for another loud moan.

  Kevin touched himself, rubbing the slick precum gushing out and slowly stroking down the shaft to his balls. He was so sensitive, his cock hurt with pleasure. He felt the subtle pain deep in his stomach and hips and down his thighs. The tension was sweet and cruel.

  He got to his feet.

  “No,” Elsie whimpered, lips puckered and shoulders bunched up. “No. No, no.”

  Kevin lightly kissed her on the lips. “Yes.”

  “No?” A wicked grin burst out across Elsie’s pretty mouth. She shook her head, hair loose and waving with the motion.

  He leaned in, mouth to her earlobe. He kissed her ear, and tugged ever so gently with his lips. “Yes.”

  Elsie giggled as if Kevin had told the world’s worst dirty joke. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in. Kevin kissed her jaw, working his way to her chin, finding her lips.

  He grabbed her by the waist and roughly jerked her away from the corner. Elsie grunted, the grin and giggles not going away. He flipped her around, away from him so her butt rubbed up against his oh-so-sensitive cock. The wispy material of the sundress sent shivers through him, almost enough to make him lose his load.

  She turned her head, tucking her hair away from her face, and winked.

  Kevin nudged her to the billiard table, and bent her at the waist. Elsie complied with his wishes, not fighting, just going with the flow and letting him have his way. Her ass poked out of the sundress, perky and round and so lovely.

  He smacked her on the ass.

  Once on one cheek. Another time on the other.

  A crazy little laugh erupted from Elsie. She buried her head between her arms and wiggled her backside, trying to get closer to Kevin.

  One more smack. Loud and crisp and sharp.

  Elsie moaned.

  And then Kevin entered her, balls deep into her slick tunnel.

  He pumped her with long and slow strokes, building the tension between them. Sweet, exquisite torture. Elsie grinded her hips on him, pressing hard against his pelvis.

  Her body glistened with sweat now. The sundress clung to her like a second skin. She panted for breath.

  Kevin grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her head back. He rammed her now, faster.

  Balls slapping against her skin, Kevin burned like a flame tossed on gasoline. Breathing became harder. Short gasps. Every pump divinely aching. Muscles burning from the workout.

  Elsie clenched around his cock. Wet, juicy spurts flowed down his balls. She slapped the table top and screamed.

  Kevin couldn’t hold back anymore.

  He gripped her waist in both hands, holding her still as he could. His cock ached from tip to base, and down into his balls.

  Kevin came inside his fiancee. One spurt after another.

  Pulling out hurt. He was so sensitive.

  He leaned against the wall and wiped his forehead with both hands. His cock twitched, aching for more but exhausted from what he just had. Breathing in and out, chest puffed out. He felt invincible.

  Elsie didn’t move, head cradled in her arms.

  Kevin touched her on the hip. Elsie cooed, something between a moan and a gurgle. He rubbed her lower back, working his way up. To her shoulders, massaging.

  She pushed herself up.

  And fell into his chest and arms.

  He held her, and basked in the afterglow. Elsie looked up at him, her breathing slow and steady now.

  “I still love you,” she said. “Even if you’re a dirty spy.”

  “Good,” Kevin said. “Because I’m madly in love with you.”

  “I was serious about doing bad things. And I don’t really mean sexually.”

  “None of us are innocent.”

  They fell silent. Kevin wanted to lie down with her. But dread overtook him—the blackmail, the impending wedding, Biggins—wiping away the perfect warm feeling of intimacy.

  Kevin pushed Elsie away.

  “I have things to do,” he said. Kevin picked up his clothes and walked away. The air conditioning felt suddenly cold against his naked skin.

  Chapter Eleven

  Elsie did not want to wash off the musky smell of sex. Of Kevin. Any other day, she would’ve let the odor cling to her all day as she went about her daily activities.

  But not today.

  She took an afternoon shower. After she turned off the water, she could hear Kevin walking around upstairs. Pacing, back and forth. Elsie thought about his reaction, when she told him she loved him. Of course he returned the sweet words, and made it sound like he meant it.

  He was a professional spy after all. That’s what he did. Lied for a living.

  Or rather, what Elsie did for a living. She still wasn’t sure exactly what it was Kevin did. If she’d ever get to find out.

  But then, after proclaiming his love, he turned and walked away, shoulders slumped and head bowed. Not at all looking like a man who just had wild sex with the woman he loves.

  What did it mean?

  Elsie dried off quick and streaked nude across the hall to the downstairs guest bedroom. Her luggage was there. She grabbed a set of lacy black bra and panties, a black sleeveless blouse, and jeans. She didn’t bother drying her hair, or with makeup.

  She walked upstairs with her strappy wedge sandals in hand. Kevin was at the dinette table, with a stack of Mom’s magazines at his elbow. He read the January edition of Red Book.

  “Engaging read?” Elsie said, not trying real hard to hide her smirk.

  “Amazing what you can learn from the lady mags,” said Kevin.

  “Such as?”

  He hid his face behind the magazine, peering over the top at her as if sharing the world’s dirtiest secret. “Ten ways to improve your sex life.”

  “I remember that article! Pretty solid advice, if I recall correctly.”

  “Or how about the one on five ways to tell he’s not really into you.”

  “Also solid advice. Saved me more than a few times.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You going to tell me about that?”

  “How about you blab first,” said Elsie. “You mind telling me why you’re in big trouble with Miss Biggins?”

  Kevin sighed and tossed the Red Book aside, avoiding eye contact with Elsie. The color in his cheeks blanched. He sat still, hardly moving a muscle except for a nervous tap-tap-tapping of his forefinger.

  Elsie opened her mouth to say something—anything to break the awkward silence—and then words came out of his mouth too, overlapping with her words and making a garbled mess of sound.

  “Go ahead,” she said, and sat on the red cushioned barstool next to him.

  “Ever wonder,” Kevin said. He shifted his butt on his stool. “Ever wonder if we’re not meant to be?”

  Elsie grabbed his hand, a little to roughly perhaps, but she had to stop the annoying little tapping. Then she squeezed his hand and put on a pleasant smile.

  “All the time,” she said. “Baby, I worried about being with you constantly from the day we met.”

  “You did a good job at hiding that worry,” Kevin said.

  “I’m sorry. I just wanted a normal life, without intrigues and danger. I wanted to be a housewife and join a bookclub and garden or whatever the fuck normal suburban people do.”

  “I wanted that, too.” Kevin adjusted his collar, and looked her in the eyes. “Well, not being the housewife part. But you know.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  She wanted to add so much. To say things to make him feel better, to comfort him, win him back. Hell, Elsie wanted to talk to comfort herself. But she let the silence hang. It was a sweet moment of tension.

 
; She’d have preferred the tension of rough sex.

  Kevin tapped with his other finger.

  She grabbed his other hand, and squeezed tight once.

  “I don’t have this nervous tick in the field,” Kevin said at last. “Just seems to happen with you.”

  Elsie had noticed the habit, often when Kevin was trying to hide something. Like when he proposed, but he tried waiting until the “perfect moment” to pop the question.

  It’d been at Ned’s Bistro, a pasta and lasagna joint in New York City. The tapping drove Elsie near insane, until she grabbed him by the hands, much like she was doing now, and peppered him question after question.

  He broke down, got on one knee, and presented her with the most beautiful diamond ring she had ever seen.

  Elsie had often wondered if he were a spy, but that nervous tick told her he was a normal guy. A confident, sweet talking guy, but just a guy. She’d been wrong.

  What else had Kevin been hiding all this time?

  She clutched his hands, tickling his palms with her fingernails. The skin was sweaty and warm. If he knew what to look for, he’d also note how sweaty and warm her palms were. At least that made them even, Elsie hoped.

  Time to ask the tough questions.

  “What is Biggins blackmailing you for?” Elsie asked. She couldn’t call the woman “Molly.” Not after the oral Elsie received from her. Molly Biggins was good with her tongue and lips, the thought of which made Elsie wet again.

  She squeezed her legs shut, trying not think of either Biggins or Kevin going down on her.

  “It’s complicated,” said Kevin.

  “Look,” Elsie said. “If we’re going to go face off with her, I need to know what she wants from you. The more you tell me, the more I can help you.”

  “I doubt it. I can’t be saved.”

  “That’s not helping.” The tone of her voice came out more harsh, more critical than she intended. Elsie let go of his hands, and balled hers into fists. Every nerve in her body felt raw. Too many surprises, too much random sex, for one day.

  Elsie wanted a nap. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to know whatever Kevin’s deep, dark secret he was holding in.