Distilled Duplicity

by Louise Furley

  Laughing, she picked him up, kissed the top of his furry head and hugged him. His blue eyes shone so bright and beautiful, she said, “I have plans to paint you, little guy. Maybe playing with a polar bear on snow. What do you think about that? Hmm?” She bunted noses with him and smiled when he tried to do it again.

  Grinning at their antics, when he stood up, Naithon yawned. “You ready for dinner, baby?”

  Holding the dog, Kiri’s attention lit on the way Naithon’s button-down shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. Her gaze traveled down, pausing at the thick chest, his muscled pecs were defined in the material, even his taut abs were outlined when he moved. Jeans covered lean hips, her gaze lowered still, remembering their night at the distillery, pink flushed her round cheeks.

  His voice husky, Naithon murmured, “You keep looking at me like that and I’ll have you for dinner, lamb.”

  Her eyes shot up with embarrassment. “Um, I think we should go eat.”

  Waiting a second, Naithon smiled at her, adjusted the boner growing in his pants and said, “You’re almost ready, lamb, maybe today?”

  Kiri didn’t pretend to misunderstand. Every day they grew closer, enjoyed each other’s company, Naithon’s caresses were becoming more sexual. His palms would skim down her back to cup her bottom, and he would pull her against his erection and knead the rounded globes until she moved away.

  When he could get away with it, he groped and fondled her when they were downstairs, when people were present but not in view. He didn’t do it when they were upstairs alone because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking things all the way.

  Except for having to jack himself off to keep from banging her, it was kind of neat, like reliving his teen years properly. Like most young people started slow, got to know one another, made out before they went all the way. He and Kiri were doing that, progressing the right way, enjoying the slow burn, but they are adults, it was time now, to consummate their relationship.

  He insisted when they were alone that she didn’t wear a bra. Then he would make comments about her nipples until they pebbled from embarrassment, and arousal. He had a constant hard-on, but he could tell he was wearing her down. She allowed his caresses to become bolder, linger longer, and she touched him. His arm, his fingers, his chest.

  And their kisses, fuck. At first he thought there was nothing better in the world than kissing Kiri, but, she was dynamite on legs as she became more relaxed, allowed herself to feel when he sucked on her tongue, bit down her neck, nipped at her cleavage, rooted for a nipple, of course that’s when she usually pushed him away with a giggle.

  They sat with his friends around them at dinner. In the beginning, whenever she was there and other people were present, she kept her eyes lowered, didn’t make eye contact. She could feel the stares, conversations stalled whenever Naithon brought her in. Before they used to just gawk at her in curiosity, the females with envy, the men with lust.

  It was worse now, resentment steamed from the other women. They blamed her for Silver’s death. They gossiped that if like a vixen siren, she hadn’t soaked Naithon blind and mindless with her wiles, he would be with Silver, and she would still be alive.

  Feeling a bit more comfortable today, flanked by Naithon and his capos, his captains, she felt safe from the women’s wrath, and the men’s desires. Naithon would not allow any males within ten feet of her, except his friends that he trusted with his, and hers, lives. She let her gaze wander the room while the men talked business and sports, and guns.

  The dining room was almost pretty with paintings of colorful landscapes hanging on the blush walls, dark rose carpet, white sheers at the sunlit windows. The long dining table stretching the length of the room shone with a daily polishing, but was covered with white tablecloths during meals. There were two full time cooks each had two assistants, and servants set up and served the food and cleaned up after.

  A few men had a fork in one hand and their other arm around a woman, some had two. The women weren’t shy about their attire, flashing parts of their bodies with ribald abandon. Raunchy jokes were shared, loud raucous laughter bounced off the walls. If they weren’t criminals and hookers, Kiri would think they were just normal folks having fun and enjoying each other’s company, although more on the bawdy side.

  Lunch over, people drifted off. Naithon took Kiri’s hand and they went into the den with Maz and Teo. Maz and Teo played cards and smoked, Naithon sat down in a big easy chair and pulled Kiri onto his lap. Giggling, she swatted at him and tried to get down. “Naithon,” she whispered with a laugh, “we aren’t alone.”

  “They’ll leave in a minute. They have a job to do.” Stringing an arm around her, he caught her chin, and licked her lips making her giggle again. Slanting his head, he kissed all over her lips, her cheek, jaw, then sealed their mouths and chased her tongue.

  Maz chuckled, sounds of chairs moving, footsteps heading to the door, Teo called out, “We’d tell you teenagers to go get a room, but you can have this one.” The two men snickered down the hall.

  “Finally,” Naithon said against her mouth, “they’re gone. Now you can chill.” Seizing her mouth again, he plundered it until they were both breathless and aroused. His lips sucking at hers, he reached down to the top button on her pale yellow blouse. It was one of her favorites, she wore it a lot. Naithon liked it too, it was a nice foil for her reddish-brown hair. He paid one of the maids to buy a wardrobe for Kiri, he was pleased with the choices she’d made.

  Naithon plucked at each button until they were all undone, never moving his mouth from hers. He ate at her, bit at her lips and tongue, slowly he pushed the sides of her blouse apart, exposing her bare breasts. Breaking from her, he groaned, “Oh baby, I didn’t know you weren’t wearing a bra.” His lips pressed together, “You know I don’t want you down here without one.”

  Lids low over sultry eyes, she smiled and wriggled in his lap. Angling her head up for more kisses, throaty sounds heavy with sensual tones Naithon had never heard before from her fired blood racing through his body, and heading down, swelling the already hard bulge. Kiri arched her back like a cat stretching, purred, “It’s your fault.”

  Turning more towards him, Kiri bussed his lips, caught his bottom one with her teeth and tugged on it. She whispered into his mouth, “You brought me down here so quickly, I didn’t have a chance to put one on. You’re the one that insists on me not wearing one when we’re alone.”

  She flattened her palms over his chest, gripped at his muscles, then smoothed her hands slowly up to his shoulders, there she dug the tips of her fingers in and dragged them back down, slower over his nipples that she pinched. Giggling at the shiver that rolled through him, her voice growly soft she said, “You say you like watching my boobs bounce and my nipples harden. Yours harden sort of too.”

  “Damn,” he croaked, lowered his head to gawk at her breasts. “I like my new sexy pigeon.”

  “Naithon,” she scolded without anger, more of a sigh.

  “Ja, baby, pigeon because of these,” he put his palms on her ribs then stroked up her skin to clutch her bare breasts. They spilled over his big hands. Staring down at them groaning, he said, “Never gonna get used to looking at these, baby, so hot, so hot.” Gripping her supple flesh, he squeezed and molded them, he was rough, kneading hard, but her arching back and the sounds she was making low in her throat told him she was loving his strong vigorous touch.

  Kiri’s hands pushed into his hair and she twisted locks in her fingers. Naithon felt the twisting all the way down to his groin. “Baby,” he growled, pushing her blouse off her shoulders, exposing her entire top half. Pinching her nipples, he moaned when her reaction was to yank on his hair. He pinched one nipple harder, then lowered his head with grunts of arousal, and sucked the other nipple in his mouth. Chewing on it, he continued pinching and twisting, pulling the other one until Kiri was writhing all over his lap.

  “Fuck, Kiri, you do me in,” his groan rumbled a growl
deep in his chest, he grabbed both breasts and roughly groped them. His chest heaved with sky high lust for his girl. Kiri cupped his face and peppered kisses all over his head, his ears. Her bottom squirmed on his lap, wiggling all over the hard ridge that stretched long and thick down Naithon’s leg.

  His hands went to the button on her jeans and flicked it apart. When he pulled her zipper down, she didn’t protest, just kept kissing his head, his face, sucked his neck like he’d done to her. Naithon moved his hand inside her pants, under her panties, and skimmed down, his fingers stretching to the folds of her bare sex.

  “Naithon,” uncertainty had entered her rousing, husky voice, her legs stiffened.

  “Let me,” Naithon whispered. “I won’t hurt you, you know that.” His hand pushed down further, he gently stroked the plump flesh that covered her woman’s bud, and her hips bucked to his hand, a small cry escaped her parted lips.

  Naithon tugged one of her legs, widening the space between them and watched her as he stroked her folds, her slit with his hard fingers, Kiri’s eyelashes fluttered over eyes that had turned to green glaze. Her tongue slipped around her lips, his eyes tracked its trail. Smiling when her silk wetted his hand, he gently touched her swelling little bud, and her entire body writhed, her cry spiraled out in a harsh gush of his name. Dio, but he was crazy about this girl!

  His lips at her ear, he observed her face flush dark pink, lips parted, lids almost completely closed. He looked down at her lush plump breasts, tipped with nipples that tasted sweet, tasted of her. Then he watched his hand inside her pants, the material moving as he caressed his woman, showing her what pleasure he could bring her. She was soaking wet, he slipped one of his thick fingers just inside her slick channel and she jumped with a squeak, tried to hop off his lap.

  “Shh, shh, baby, relax, just feel me, feel what I do to you,” he rumbled in English then roamed into Romanian as his own lust was peaking. He slowly moved his finger up inside her, then carefully pulled it almost out, and did it again. Liking what he was doing, yet frightened too, Kiri squirmed so hard on his lap, he had to hold her tightly with an arm around her or she would writhe right off his legs.

  Naithon felt a twinge of concern. Clearly a virgin, she was extremely tight, and so bloody tender, he wanted to hold her like fine china, and thrust like a raging bull into her juicy little pussy at the same time. It was going to drive him mad when he finally entered her, so tiny, he’d have to move painfully slowly. And, it was likely going to hurt her a bit, until she got used to him.

  If he wasn’t extremely careful, she was going to hate her first time so much she’d never let him near her again. Of course that wasn’t going to happen regardless, but he wanted her to love his hands on her, his dick deep inside her. There was something to be said for the whores he normally fucked, they could take his size, his violent roughness, he could do as he pleased with them.

  Capturing her lips again with greedy bites, Naithon smiled, he was a lucky man that Kiri was all his, he would teach her the delights of sex. All kinds of sex. He would ruin her for any other men, not that she would ever be with another man.

  He’d take the kinky stuff slow, otherwise he would alarm her and she would shut him down. Distracting her by nipping her lip hard, he increased the pace of his finger, he needed to add another one, stretch her so she could accommodate him more comfortably, right now she was too damned tight.

  Judging by the gurgling, whimpering sounds that were now roiling from her mouth, Kiri was starting to really enjoy it, her hips pressed against the rhythm he was setting. Naithon lifted her, turning her so her back was against his chest and her legs straddled his thighs, and pushed his finger in deeper.

  Her neck arched with a gasp, the side of her face brushed his, her moan susurrating in his ear. Clutching a breast, kneading it hard, now he could maneuver his other hand better, after every few thrusts of his finger he massaged and pinched her tender button until her entire body was bucking and writhing all over his, and her moans rose, her breaths fast and shallow, chest puffing out, up.

  “Oh Naithon,” Kiri cried, her face rubbing harder against his now, mouth open with her gasping desire. Her hips bucked to his finger, he was moving rapidly inside her, and his hand webbing her breast crushed the firm globe, soft flesh pushing out through his punishing steely fingers. Her rapturous sounds, chest heaving heavily, body in frenzied motion, she was at her peak, and he was going to propel her over that zenith.

  “Okay, baby, I have you, let it go,” he murmured against her ear.

  “Oh, oh, Naithon, it feels…” gasp, “pressure down there, zinging in my- my…” He swirled her clit enticing a loud long groan. “It…” she sucked in a breath and bucked at his hand, “feels like I’m climbing, I’m about to explode, I’m scared, Naithon,” a whimper mingled with a voluble cry.

  “It’s good, baby, just go with it, let your body go,” and he crunched her other breast with a fierce squeeze, pinched her nipple, twisted it and pinched her clit at the same time, and she went over with a silent scream.

  Kiri knifed forward with a hoarse cry, her hips came off his lap. Still crushing her breast in his strong hand, he held her down and worked her orgasm. A shudder jerked through her, she arched back against him, and he plunged his finger while pressing her swollen nub with his thumb, and she sobbed his name as her body convulsed, her sex undulating around his finger.

  When he wrung every sensation of Kiri’s climax from her, Naithon wrapped both arms around her and bound her to his chest. Tremors still rippled and shook through her body, tiny mews from her parted lips, the wheezy, rapid breaths started to decline.

  They were still for a few moments. Then Naithon whispered in her ear, “You okay, baby?”

  She squirmed against his chest with a soft murmur, “Hmm.”

  His chuckle rumbled against her back. Holding her tight, he glanced down. Her blouse was more off than on, he moved his arms to wrap around her ribs, her bare breasts mounded over his hairy arms. Her legs splayed wide over his, her pants open exposing the tiny lacy panties his hand had just been rapaciously under. He died and went to heaven, he was never moving again.

  Their breaths, hearts, beat in unison. The only thing better than this was when he would be inside her. His Kiri, Naithon sighed in contentment. Never thought a woman would bring him happiness. Never thought he would ever feel true happiness. Hugging her tightly, he said, “Baby-” voices were coming down the hall. Kiri jerked up as if slapped.

  “Aw hell,” Naithon muttered and tugged her blouse down the front of her so she could button it. He slipped her off his lap and moved to stand in front of her, blocking anyone’s view while she fixed her pants. He should have locked the door, he’d been too caught up in her to think about it. That wasn’t good, she distracted him to the point that he went brain dead when with her, he couldn’t keep her safe if he didn’t keep his wits about him.

  Yashin and Vlad entered the room, both paused, eyes shifting to each other with knowing looks when they saw Naithon and Kiri, and that the couple had obviously just been doing something together. Their hair was mussed, Kiri’s face was pink and glowing, eyes dazed, Naithon’s eyes were deeply hooded, but he looked satiated even though he clearly sported a hard-on. Streaks of red slashed his sharp cheekbones.

  “Uh,” Yash mumbled, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “We, uh, interrupting anything?” Vlad snickered next to him, Yash jabbed his elbow in his side. “Nait, we have a meeting, remember?”

  Naithon forked fingers through his hair in irritation, he’d forgotten. What if he hadn’t heard them or the rest of the team coming and they’d seen Kiri exposed in that compromising position? Everyone getting a good gander at her bountiful, beautiful tits, her legs spread with his hand between them finger fucking her. Fuck, he needed to be more careful, have more restraint. But he didn’t regret for one second what they’d both just shared. It was hot as hell, and he could not wait for more.

  Maz, Teo and Blok came into the room. Thei
r glances around at everyone expressed that they also realized they had walked in on something.

  “Ah, ja, of course I remember.” His voice husky, Naithon panted slightly. Turning to Kiri, her face was now beet red, she stared at the floor in mortification, he said, “Just, ah, give me a minute to walk Kiri upstairs.”

  As expected, all his friends broke out in grins.

  He set his hand on Kiri’s lower back to usher her out of the room, then threw his men the finger behind his back, rowdy laughter burst out after them.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  The next day, Naithon went into Chaleur to do business in his office there. He was gone most of the day. Kiri worked in her studio, her project was coming to fulfillment. She stood back and took preliminary photos of her work, just a rough framework so far. She walked around the project, studying it from all angles, her finger tipped under chin.

  There was a soft rap on the doorframe and Maz entered with his customary friendly grin and twinkling blue eyes. The door had stayed open while Kiri worked, she felt stifled always being behind closed doors. Even though she seemed to be staying with Naithon willingly now, he still insisted she remain under guard either in their suite or her studio.

  Blok had been sitting outside her door all day, typing away at the notebook on his lap. Naithon owned a lot of businesses so his capos always had plenty of work to do on their computers when not in the field. Maz had taken her down for breakfast and lunch.

  “Hey, how’s it goin’ little chickadee?” he asked, striding in carrying Kako and coming to examine her work. “Wow, that is cool. The food looks real, good enough to eat, but more than that, it’s…like living, breathing art. It looks like the flowers the plates are sitting on are colorfully prismatic, like you’re standing right in a mystical garden, weird but totally eye-catching. Girl, you are good.”

  She blushed at the praise. “Thanks. I think when someone really enjoys what they’re doing it can’t help but turn out lovely.”