He was still locking the door behind them when Cecile pulled off her sweater. By the time he turned around, she was down to her matching gray panties and strapless bra. Anthony’s eyes widened and she watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed.
“Your turn.” She smiled at him as she echoed his words. “I want to see what you’ve got on underneath those clothes.”
She’d never seen anyone so big move so fast. His shirt and pants joined hers on the floor, leaving him clad in a very form-fitting pair of black cotton boxer-briefs. She let her eyes run over him, appreciating every line and dip and curve. His muscles were still well-defined, not going soft as happened to a lot of men in their thirties. Whether through work or a gym, he had the physique that made Cecile weak in the knees.
She sat down in a large, plush chair, keeping her gaze locked on him as she stretched her legs wide, draping each one over an arm of the chair. She knew the pale gray crotch of her panties was dark with her juices and ran her hand down over her stomach to the juncture between her legs to draw Anthony’s attention there.
“Want a taste?” Her voice was low, but it easily carried through the otherwise silent apartment.
Anthony didn’t answer, but instead crossed the room in two quick strides and dropped to his knees between her open legs. He pulled aside the crotch of her panties, exposing her wet and glistening folds to his heated gaze. He stared for a moment and then leaned down. The first swipe of his tongue made Cecile gasp. He attacked her pussy with the same eagerness and ferocity with which he’d plundered her mouth, his tongue working its way into every crevice. Her back arched as pleasure rocked her body and she heard herself call out his name. She tried to keep her eyes open, the sight of his head between her legs turning her on more than she’d thought possible, but every swipe of his tongue made her eyelids flutter.
When he took her clit between his lips and began to suck, Cecile swore, her entire body shuddering. She grabbed his head, digging her fingers into his short hair as she held him against her. He didn’t fight her hold, instead he tried to force his tongue even deeper inside her, the strong muscle moving over her quivering walls.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “Oh, yes! Yesss!” The word hissed from between her clenched teeth as she came. She ground her pussy against his mouth, riding out every last exquisite drop of pleasure he was able to provide.
Her legs were still shaking when she yanked on his hair, pulling him towards her. She thrust her tongue between his lips, tasting herself in his mouth. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, the gentle pressure drawing a primal growl from deep within him. His hands moved up her body to her breasts, cupping and squeezing the soft mounds in their silk prison.
He leaned back, looking down at her with eyes almost black. She knew that look, had seen it on other men. It was full of desire and promise, a promise that not all of them could fulfill. She certainly hoped Anthony would be among those who could. She really did like him.
“You’re beautiful,” Anthony said as he twisted a long lock of hair around his finger.
“So are you.” Cecile smiled as she returned the compliment. “But you haven’t gotten to see the full picture.” She reached behind her and flicked open the clasp of her bra.
Anthony carefully hooked his fingers under the sides of the garment but didn’t remove it. “I’ve been dreaming about these tits – ” he flushed “–breasts, from the moment you walked into Delancy’s.”
Cecile ran her tongue along her bottom lip. She could still taste the salt from his kiss. “Well, I can tell you this much, my tits are much better than any fantasy you could come up with.” She chose her words carefully. She didn’t want him holding back for fear of offending her. When it came to sex, her tastes ran a bit rougher, cruder, than most people imagined.
Anthony tossed aside her bra, his face darkening with appreciation as he looked at her. “You’re right. They are.” His hands began to move across her soft flesh, his rough skin sending shivers through her. Even as large as his hands were, they couldn’t completely cover her large breasts. “Absolutely beautiful tits.”
Cecile reached up and lightly touched his lips. When he parted them, she slipped her finger into the wet heat of his mouth. “There’s no need to be gentle. I told you, I want you to fuck me. It’s been way too long since I’ve had a good lay.”
Her finger slid out of his mouth. “I’ll take that challenge.” He grinned and lowered his head to her breasts.
Cecile moaned as Anthony’s mouth played over her breasts. He pulled skin into his mouth, dragging blood to the surface as he sucked. His fingers began to manipulate her nipples, rolling and tugging, the pressure slowly increasing. When he began to twist the sensitive flesh, she writhed, delighting in the little pinpricks of near-pain that radiated through her.
“Yes, oh shit, yes!” She squirmed.
Anthony covered her nipple with his mouth. The first draw made Cecile’s back arch, the second made her cry out. He flicked his tongue across the tip before taking it gently between his teeth. He pulled back, bringing the wrinkled nub out into a point. Cecile’s hands flexed on the arms of the chair, her fingernails scraping over the cloth. When Anthony moved from one breast to the other, cool air caressed her wet skin and she shivered.
“More teeth,” she demanded. Pressure was building inside her again and she needed just a little more to send her over the edge. “Suck it, bite it. Make my nipples sore.”
If her words shocked Anthony, they didn’t prevent him from doing as she said. His mouth clamped down and Cecile let out a sound like a strangled sob. His fingers twisted her nipple even as his teeth worried at her flesh. When he bit down, she swore, her body going rigid as an orgasm raced along her nerves, fueled by the nearly painful pleasure of his ministrations.
While she was still basking in the afterglow, he leaned back. She heard the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper being ripped open. That surprised her a bit. She’d gotten the impression that he came from a fairly devout Catholic family. Not that she minded. She was on the pill, but she never fucked anyone without protection. She hadn’t found anyone she trusted that much. Not yet anyway.
She opened her eyes. She wanted to see him. Anthony was watching her as she let her eyes drop to where he’d freed his cock. He slowly stroked himself as he rolled the condom over his thick shaft and Cecile licked her lips. He was long and thick, flushed with blood.
“You know how you said that you wanted to fuck me on the balcony?” Cecile reached down and pulled aside the soaked crotch of her panties. “Well I’ve got something I’d like to add to that little fantasy.” She slid her middle finger into her pussy, pumping it in and out a few times as she spoke. “While we’re out there, before you fuck me, I’m going take you in my mouth, lick you from top to bottom. I’m going to suck you until you’re ready to burst, until you have to take your time eating me out just to keep from cumming right away.”
“I’ll remember that.” He parroted her words back to her.
Cecile removed her finger from her pussy and raised her hand to her mouth. With deliberate slowness, she slid it between her lips. She kept her eyes locked with his as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked her juices from her finger. She was still licking herself clean when Anthony moved forward.
The head of his cock nudged at her entrance and he hesitated, giving her the chance to back out. While she appreciated the gesture, Cecile’s patience was wearing thin. She needed him inside her. “Fuck me.”
Anthony’s hips snapped forward.
“Fuck!” Cecile cried out as he filled her. She was wet, but tight and Anthony was far from small. Her pussy stretched around him, her body straining to accommodate the sudden intrusion. Anthony didn’t give her the time to adjust, immediately drawing back only to slam forward again.
“Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes!” This was what she’d been missing. The way two bodies surged and moved together, giving and taking in equal measure. The sound of skin against skin. The heat of anothe
r body instead of cool rubber or personal body-heat. “Harder, Anthony! Fuck me harder!”
Anthony drove the air from her lungs as he pounded into her, his own breath coming in grunts. The muscles in his neck and arms bulged as he drove his cock into her again and again. Every stroke hit deep inside her, the angle at which she was splayed allowing Anthony to fill every inch of her. The head of his cock bumped against the end of her, sending little jolts through her system, giving her body yet another sensation to process.
“So… fucking… hot…” Anthony panted. He splayed his hand on Cecile’s stomach, using his thumb to brush over her clit.
Cecile let out a soundless scream as she came. Her body shook, every muscle tightening, and still Anthony continued to thrust into her, forcing his swollen cock between her spasming walls. His thumb continued to rub her clit, flooding her body with too much sensation, too much stimulation. And then, just before it tipped over the peak from pleasure to pain, Anthony’s hips jerked and he called out her name as he came. He stayed where he was for a moment, drawing in deep draughts of air.
She twitched as his cock slipped out of her well-used pussy. She could already feel the ache setting in and welcomed it. She loved getting fucked hard enough to feel it for days. Anthony sat back on his heels, his skin glistening with sweat. She lowered her legs, her hip joints sending a wave of relief through her.
“Wow.” Anthony stared at her. “That was – ”
“Yeah,” Cecile agreed. She adjusted her panties, grimacing at the wet fabric. That was going to suck when she put on her pants; definitely one of the negatives of pants versus a skirt. She stood, steadying herself when she found her legs a little more wobbly than she’d expected. She bent down to get her bra, catching a glimpse of her marked flesh. She was going to have to watch the neckline on whatever she wore over the next few days.
“You don’t have to go.” Anthony got to his feet. He gave Cecile a roguish grin. “Give me fifteen minutes and something to drink, and we can go another round.”
“Sorry.” Cecile truly meant it. She gave him an appreciative once over. Even soft, his cock was impressive. “If I stayed here, I have a feeling I wouldn’t be getting much sleep, and I do have to work tomorrow.” She zipped up her pants and pulled on her shirt.
“Really?” Anthony raised an eyebrow. “And what work might that be?”
And there it was. She tugged on her boots, using them as an excuse to avoid looking at Anthony as she avoided the question. “Call me and we’ll go out again.” She did look at him then. “This was amazing, Anthony.”
He nodded and didn’t press the question. He pulled on his jeans and slipped on his shoes. “Let me walk you out. I’ll help you get a cab.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Cecile protested.
Anthony’s tone was serious. “Yes, I do.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “Besides, how else will I get a good-night kiss?”
Chapter 5
Cecile hadn’t slept very much, but she still felt wide awake the next morning. By the time she’d gotten cleaned up and into bed, it had been late, but she’d been unable to stop herself from going over each delicious detail of her night. The way Anthony had smiled when she’d told him how good the food was. How right it had felt when he’d taken her hand, how natural. The way her body had responded when they’d kissed. How perfectly they’d fit together, two halves of the same whole.
When she’d finally drifted off, it had been Anthony’s dark eyes she’d seen. They’d still been on her mind when she woke up ten minutes before her alarm went off. She laid there for a few minutes, just staring at the ceiling and basking in the aftereffects of her night of passion. Her muscles felt like jello, and the memory of Anthony’s touch made her skin hum. Her pussy was throbbing in a good way, aching with every movement. She was going to feel it at work today, but she wasn’t regretting it at all. Not only had she finally scratched the itch she’d had for months, but she had a feeling that she’d found something more than just a good – all right, a great – lay.
She was still grinning when she walked into the precinct a half hour later. She looked just as professional as the day before, but today she felt different. There was just something about knowing that underneath her crisp white shirt, her breasts bore the marks of Anthony’s mouth. It was delightfully… naughty, for lack of a better word, like the thrill she got from not wearing panties beneath a slinky dress. When she’d first entered the police academy, she’d had a friend who’d said that Cecile liked being a cop because she enjoyed a good thrill. She’d been offended at first, saying that she wanted to help people, but as she’d gotten older, she realized that while her primary reason for becoming a cop was to protect and serve, Toby had been at least partially right. The edge of danger did appeal to her.
“MacDouglas, right?” A voice pulled Cecile from her thoughts.
“Most people just call me C.” She turned to face the detective who was standing by the coffee pot. She didn’t really love the nickname, but it had been what her department back home had called her. It was easier to say in a hurry than MacDouglas, so it had stuck.
“So, C, how’re you finding life in the big city? Different than your little town back home?”
Cecile was fairly sure his name was Fredericks. He looked about her age, maybe a little older, but his cocky attitude said that he thought he had a lot to offer. Guys like him always annoyed her.
She gave him a saccharine smile. “I’m finding it quite… satisfying.” She stepped around Fredericks to head to the desk she’d been assigned. “Though there are some aspects that are,” she pointedly flicked her eyes over the man “smaller than I’d anticipated.”
Before Fredericks could respond, an older detective approached. “Fredericks, the captain wants to see you. Something about a problem with your paperwork on your DeLuca bust.”
Cecile instantly froze. Had he just said DeLuca? Her stomach churned.
“Dammit,” Frederick growled.
“Come on, kid, we’ve told you a million times, when you try to take down a DeLuca, you better have everything perfect. That lawyer they got will tear the case apart if you miss so much as one letter.” The older man, Otto something or other, had the world-weary tone of one who’d seen too many criminals go free.
As Frederick walked away, Cecile’s paralysis broke. She had to know. Surprising herself at how casual she sounded, she asked, “What’s that all about?”
Otto sighed. “The DeLuca’s is one of the city’s crime families. They don’t do drugs or prostitution, at least not overtly, but they have their fingers in some other pies. Gambling, money laundering, some black market stuff and even a bit of smuggling. Organized crime’s been trying to take them down for years, but can’t ever get anything to stick. Every once in a while, we bust one of the cousins and once we got Val DeLuca, but all they got to do is call Silvia Moretti. She doesn’t lose, not with her family.”
“Moretti?” Cecile said. “I thought you said it was the DeLuca family.” Maybe this was just a coincidence. DeLuca was a common enough name.
Otto nodded. “Three of four siblings run the family. Marco, Ciro and Silvia. The fourth didn’t want the life; he died some years back.”
Cecile suddenly found it hard to breath.
“For the most part, the family’s all their kids. Cousins aren’t really kept close. Some of them even married into other families. Only one involved in the major stuff who’s not the kid of one of the head three is the son of the one who died.” Otto leaned against Cecile’s desk. “Anthony’s one of their enforcers. Tough bastard.”
She could feel the blood draining from her face and fought to keep her expression blank. The last thing she needed was Otto asking why she looked so horrified. That wasn’t a conversation she wanted to be having.
“Rumor has it he keeps himself pretty clean. Maybe busts a few heads, but nothing serious. Probably because his little brother’s a Fed.”
“Otto, you gonna stand around
running your mouth all night or are you gonna actually do some work?” Lieutenant Day called out from his office.
Otto gave Cecile a tight smile. “Don’t worry, you won’t be going up against mob types directly. Day’ll probably have you working the street for your first couple months.”
Cecile nodded, barely noticing as the detective left. She stayed in her seat for a few minutes, then quickly headed for the restroom. She couldn’t let anyone think that her sudden need to be alone had anything to do with what she’d just been told. While she doubted they’d be able to guess the reason she was upset, whatever reason they did assume wouldn’t be good for her career.
She barely made it into the stall before the tears started. How could she have been so wrong? She prided herself on her discernment when it came to people. It was one of the things that made her a good cop. She’d never misjudged someone so much. Had she been so eager for sex, so eager to make a connection, that she’d ignored the warning signs?
Even as she thought it, her mind flashed back through her time with Anthony and, other than him not talking about work, she couldn’t think of a single action that should have made her suspicious. Maybe she hadn’t been too foolish. Maybe he was just that good. And that thought made her sad. If he could be a good enough liar to convince her that he wasn’t a criminal, had anything between them been true?
It didn’t take her long regain her composure well enough to return to her desk. Another thing that made her a good cop was her ability to compartmentalize, separate her personal feelings from the job. She’d deal with the repercussions later. At the moment, she had other work to do.
By keeping her focus on her work, Cecile was able to make it through the first part of the day. When it came time to go to lunch, however, she decided that she didn’t want to wait until after her shift was done to make a break of it. She needed it done and over with so she could move on. After all, it had only been one date and one fuck. It wasn’t like they’d been seriously involved or anything.
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