Illeanna

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  Both agents stared at her a moment then shared a silent exchange between one another.

  “We’ll do our best, ma’am,” Agent Barkley replied as he stood up. The other agent followed.

  “We’ll be in touch,” Mertoff stated.

  “Aren’t you interested in discussing what else we found and our input into the case?” Julien asked.

  The agents continued toward the door.

  “We’ll call you if we need you,” Mertoff replied. Then they exited.

  “What the hell was that all about?” Julien asked as he looked at Louis and Franco.

  “Like two assholes that don’t want to risk letting two PIs solve a major case,” Franco stated then walked over toward Illeanna.

  “You did great, sugar,” Franco told her as he sat down next to her and pulled her onto his lap.

  * * * *

  Illeanna was shaking. She was worried about the men.

  “I’m concerned, Louis and Julien. What if they’re right? What if these people come after you next? I don’t want anything to happen to either of you,” she told them. They both moved closer to her. Louis placed his hand against her cheek, and Julien took her hand into his own and brought it to his lips. He kissed it as Louis spoke to her.

  “Don’t you worry about anything. We’ll take the proper precautions. With the Feds on the case now, the bad guys have more to worry about then two PIs.”

  “Franco is going to stay with you, honey, while Louis and I take care of some things with work.”

  “No! Don’t go. Stay here with me, where you’ll be safe. You heard the agents. He said that your lives could be in danger as well. Please, Louis, don’t leave here.” Immediately both Louis and Julien joined her on the couch.

  “We can take care of ourselves. There’s no need for you to worry about us. Franco is here, and Johnny and Gustave will be stopping in throughout the day. Maybe Franco could take you for a drive by the construction site to see how the store is coming along?” Louis brushed his thumb over her bottom lip.

  They were awfully confident about their abilities to remain safe. Was it just her who got the agents’ message loud and clear? The agents didn’t seem to want Julien or Louis involved at all.

  “We’ll be okay. We’ve been involved with pretty intense situations before, Illeanna, this is no different,” Julien whispered as he placed her hand back down onto her lap then leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek. She pulled back.

  “This is different, Julien. They killed a man inside of a high-security prison”

  “We know what we’re doing,” Louis stated firmly as he stood up from the couch. Julien did the same thing.

  “Maybe you shouldn’t be doing it right now,” she scolded.

  “This is our job. It’s what we do, Illeanna. The sooner you understand that and accept it the better,” Louis stated firmly. She cringed from his abrupt attitude. She wasn’t trying to tell him to switch careers. Was she?

  “No. You should stay here. Do your work from here,” she told them, feeling the tears reach her eyes and the anxiety she felt get the best of her.

  “Are you going to make Johnny, Gustave, and Franco remain here, too, and not go to work? Their jobs are just as dangerous if not more so,” Louis told her, and she knew that he was stubborn and had a bad temper whenever he got pissed off. Their relationship was too new. Who was she to tell them what they should or should not do?

  “Please, baby, don’t let us leave here with you angry at us,” Julien stated as he knelt down on the floor in front of her.

  She held his gaze. Julien with his sexy smile and light-brown eyes. She couldn’t give them a hard time just because of their professions. She would always worry about them and even more so now that they were lovers.

  “Fine, go ahead and go to work,” she whispered, and Julien pressed against her, causing her to part her knees as he hugged her fully to him.

  He kissed her then ran his hands along her thighs as he stood up.

  She glanced at Louis, and he still looked pissed off at her. She raised her eyebrows at him, and he shook his head. “We’ll call you in a little while to let you know that we’re fine.”

  Louis bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. When she went to pull away, thinking that he was giving her a short kiss good-bye, he drew her in closer, ravaging her mouth, tasting and teasing her until she moaned. That was when he released her lips and placed his hand against her cheek. She closed her eyes and absorbed the feel of his hand against her skin.

  “Take good care of our little chef,” Louis teased. Then he and Julien left the house.

  The second they were out the door Franco leaped over the couch all sexy and macho. “Finally alone with my woman,” he teased then pulled her onto his lap so she could straddle his thighs. He placed his hand under her hair to cup her head and draw her closer to his mouth. She kissed him fully on the lips, and their making-out session began.

  She absorbed everything she could about Franco at this moment. It was odd at how keenly aware she was of their surroundings, the deep emotions, his sex appeal. Her eyes were closed as they kissed deeply, exploring one another’s mouths as their hands roamed over one another’s bodies.

  He wore dark blue jeans, a black thick belt, and a dark-colored T-shirt. His waist was trim, his arms solid muscle, and he had thick wrists. On one wrist he wore a watch. It was thick and silver, and she thought that it made him look sexy and stylish. She ran her hands along his wrists up his forearms, toned and solid all the way to his shoulders. He in return cupped her breasts, causing her to gasp and part from their kissing.

  “I love your breasts, sugar. How ’bout we take off this top so I can play a little?” he asked with his thick accent, and she decided to play along with him.

  “I’ll take off mine if you take off yours.”

  His eyes widened, and a big smile appeared on his face.

  He pulled his shirt off then reached for hers and began to remove it.

  “Somehow I think I’m getting the better end of this deal,” he said then leaned forward, pressing her breasts together then licking over the cleavage.

  She rolled her head back and moaned at the sensations his mouth caused against her skin. She was hot, on fire with need straight to her pussy, but she held her cool.

  “Oh, you don’t think I’m getting the better deal?” she teased then reached out and tugged not so lightly on Franco’s nipples.

  “Ohhh, someone’s feeling a little frisky huh?” he asked then licked into the cup of her bra and tapped her nipple. It was such a teasing thing to do. She nearly grabbed his face and shoved it back up against her breasts to finish what he started. Instead she pulled again on his nipples.

  Franco pressed his hands along her sides away from her breasts and unclipped her bra. She let go of him to catch the material but Franco pulled the bra forward and tossed it onto the coffee table.

  “Franco!” she exclaimed, and he smiled as he stared at her breasts. She felt so sexy and aroused at his stare and at the way his intense brown eyes absorbed the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing grew rapid. He knew he had her aroused. Her damn panties were soaking through her shorts.

  He blew a warm breath over her right nipple and then her left. She held her breath and closed her eyes as she reached for the buckle of his jeans. He stopped her by grabbing her hands and holding them against his waist.

  “Not just yet, baby. I’ve got some plans for you this afternoon.” He leaned forward and suckled on her breast. She moaned and tried to pull her hands from his grasp, but he held firmly. She was entirely turned on by his control. Every part of her hummed with awareness and need to be touched.

  “Please, Franco,” she whispered.

  “Please what, sugar? What is it that you need?” he asked before he licked along her other nipple, playing with the areola then sucking in a mouthful of breast.

  “Oh God!” she moaned as a series of small, wet s
pasms rocked her pussy.

  “I have an idea, sugar. Why don’t we go into my room so I can spread you out on my bed all soft and naked and I explore this body of yours?” he asked as he pinched her nipple and pulled. The pleasure pain turned her on as she nodded her head, unable to talk.

  “Good girl.” He stood up and tossed her over his shoulder to carry her to his bedroom.

  She practically creamed in her pants.

  * * * *

  Franco closed the door to the bedroom and set Illeanna’s feet down on the floor in front of his bed. He held her gaze as he undid his pants and stripped.

  He looked at her and eyed the shorts she still wore, hoping she got the hint to take them off by his look alone. Not only did she remove her shorts, but also she took his cock from his hands, knelt down, and began to lick the pre-cum off the tip.

  “Oh hell, sugar, you don’t have to do that,” he whispered as he grabbed a handful of her long black locks and watched her slide her mouth up and down his shaft.

  “You got me so horny right now, baby, it just ain’t fair. I have plans for this body,” he whispered, and she continued to suck and lick his cock. He had to stop her or he would never last.

  “That’s enough, sugar. I want to come inside of your sweet, wet pussy not your mouth.”

  She slowly released his cock, and he pulled her up and into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and he kissed her hard on the mouth. They dueled for control of the kiss. He inched closer to the edge of the bed and laid her down on her back. She released his lips, and he pulled up, spread her thighs over his shoulders, then leaned down to get a taste of her sweet cream.

  Illeanna grabbed for his hair and pressed his head harder against her pussy. He licked and sucked her clit, being sure to thoroughly taste every inch of her pussy lips.

  “Oh, Franco.” He released her clit and lifted her hips a little higher up so he could get a look at her ass.

  After swiping a finger from her pussy to her anus, he began to press his finger into her ass. She moaned, and he pressed further while he latched teeth gently on her clit. He applied some more pressure as he eased his finger in and out of her ass.

  “You like that, baby? You like me sucking on your pussy while my finger’s up your ass?”

  “Oh God, I can’t take it.” She tossed her head side to side.

  “Oh you gonna take it and maybe even get a feel for my cock in your ass, too.”

  “Oh damn, Franco, I don’t know if I can. I don’t know,” she stated as he added a second digit and began to press in and out of her ass.

  “You can. You got five men who want to make love to you. In a ménage relationship your partners get turned on seeing you fuck the others while they watch. Don’t you get all hot and turned on knowing that we watch you getting fucked?” he asked.

  “Oh God yes.”

  “Reach up under that pillow near your head. The one on the right.” She reached up as he commanded.

  She pulled a tube of lube from the pillow, and her eyes widened.

  “Don’t panic. You got you a virgin ass, and we Boudoux have big cocks. We don’t want to hurt you, sugar. We want to give you pleasure and show you how much we care for you.”

  “I’m scared though,” she whispered, and he could see her cheeks turn a shade of pink and her chest get all blotchy.

  “You trust me to take care of you, sugar, don’t ya?” he asked, and she stared at him a moment.

  She nodded her head and he smiled.

  “Good.” He slowly pulled his fingers from her ass, and she moaned at the sensation.

  “Now flip onto your stomach. It will be easier from behind.”

  She immediately turned over, showing off her nice, round ass. He saw the cream dripping from her cunt and swallowed hard as his cock got even harder.

  He ran his hands along her ass, squeezed, then massaged the cheeks.

  “You got a great ass, Illeanna. I’m gonna make this ass feel so good. Look how wet you are for me, sugar. You want my cock don’t ya?” he whispered against her skin as he pressed a finger to her cunt. He stroked her wet folds, and she spread her legs, giving him better access.

  “You like that feeling, sugar?” he asked as he pressed in and out of her pussy.

  She moaned then pressed down harder on the digit. He added a second and then a third digit before he pulled from her body.

  “You ready, baby?” he asked as he squeezed the lube onto his finger.

  “Yes,” she moaned as he pressed her shoulders to the bed then licked along her ass cheeks. He slowly pressed his fingers to her anus and pushed in. He took his time pressing through the tight rings as Illeanna moaned then gasped for air.

  “Easy, baby, nice and easy,” he whispered then added a second digit and spread his fingers in and out of her.

  “I need you nice and wet for my cock, honey. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I trust you,” she whispered then moaned as she shifted her ass back against his fingers.

  “That makes me real happy, sugar.” He pulled his fingers slowly from her anus and replaced them with his cock.

  He pressed into her, and she took him slowly into her ass.

  “That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he directed her, and she moaned and swayed.

  “Oh God, Franco. I feel so full. It burns and yet it feels good.”

  “That’s right, baby. It’s gonna feel real good. You let me know when it’s okay to move.”

  “Oh move, please move, I need…something,” she stated. He pressed in deeper then pulled out a little. He took his time thrusting in and out of her ass until she pushed back faster than he was ready for.

  “Oh fuck, sugar, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I need more. Please, Franco, I need more,” she begged, and he lost it.

  Franco pressed in and out of her ass as he reached around her and pressed a finger to her pussy.

  He shoved up into her cunt as he thrust his cock into her ass. His head was pressed over her shoulder and his thighs slapped against her thighs. He could feel the sweat drip from his brow as he penetrated deeply. She screamed her release, and he thrust his cock deep into her ass as he pressed his fingers into her pussy.

  She fell to the bed, and he exploded inside of her.

  “Fucking incredible,” he whispered as he leaned over her and kissed her shoulder.

  Slowly he pulled from her ass and massaged her body.

  “You okay, sugar, I didn’t hurt you?” he asked as he continued to take care of her.

  “That was amazing,” she whispered and smiled. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder then her lips.

  “Just wait until tonight.”

  “Tonight?” she asked as she leaned up on her elbows.

  “Tonight, when two of us are fucking you at once.”

  “Oh,” she replied, looking a bit intimidated.

  He chuckled.

  “We gonna take good care of you, sugar. Don’t you worry ’bout a thing. Now how about a nice shower before the others get home?”

  “Sounds good,” she replied but lay back down with her face flat against the covers.

  “Or I could hold you in my arms for a bit first?” he suggested, amazed at how he wanted to cuddle with her. He never wanted to do that with any woman after sex, but with Illeanna he wanted everything. Franco felt so connected to her it was wild.

  “Sounds better. Come here,” she whispered as she turned to her side and opened her arms to him. He leaned over her and kissed her softly before he held her.

  Chapter 8

  “Okay, so let me get this straight. This piece of shit actually sold our US military weapons to terrorist groups?” Louis asked Julien after he got off the phone with one of their contacts.

  “Yep, and the rumor is that an antiterrorist task force is looking into Senator Millan Pierre. They think he may have also been involved.”

  Louis whistled a
s he stood there with his arms crossed as he leaned against the desk.

  “You think the senator was involved?” Louis asked after he digested the new information.

  “My gut says no, but I don’t really know the guy. The main hit man was killed, the one that got away was killed, and someone tried to take Illeanna. Anything is possible at this point.”

  “Fuck, Julien, I don’t like this one bit. I don’t like that professional hit men are involved with this, I don’t like that Illeanna was caught in the middle and that we are part of this investigation.”

  “I agree with you, but the fact is that the Feds have taken over. They don’t want our help so what does it matter? We served our client, she paid us, and we’re through with this. Who gives a shit if the senator is a traitor? Now that the Feds are on the case he’ll be watched and eventually get busted.”

  “I’m not so sure that our part is done, Julien. I won’t rest until this case is solved and Illeanna is safe. I think Franco should call his buddy Michael Fromm. I think we need to cover our bases and make sure we stay on top of this. The Feds haven’t gotten any information off of that guy that attacked Illeanna?”

  Julien released an uneasy sigh.

  “I haven’t heard a damn thing. You know I have your back. I’m just not sure we should remain involved. I mean, if we lay off and move on with our other business, we may be better off. The guys responsible for this mess will leave Illeanna and us alone. They don’t need her now. The guy she could identify is dead.”

  “You know as well as I do how this works. They attempted and they failed. They are going to try again. If someone like the senator is involved, then they don’t want to leave a mess around.”

  Julien leaned back in the chair and digested Louis’s words.

  “Let’s get home to Illeanna,” Julien stated as he rose from the chair.

  “Shit. I didn’t even realize how late it was. Let’s lock up and go.”

  Just then the sound of the fax machine printing out a document stopped Louis from leaving.