Dropping to the tiled floor, Reuben nudged Hayley’s thighs apart. He worked his body between them, resting face up beneath her. Unstable, she braced her arms against the shower wall as he slid his tongue along the edges of her shaved slit, probing minutely at the salty sensations hidden between her labia. He could feel her body undulate beneath the onslaught of his probing tongue. Her soft sounds of pleasure assailed his ears, breaking through the rush of water hitting every surface.
‘You have a beautiful pussy,’ he gasped against the flow of water hitting him in the face, not caring that he was being half drowned under the falling torrent. ‘I want to fuck it so bad.’ Right now, he couldn’t think of any place on earth he’d rather be.
Rising to his knees, Reuben nuzzled his face into her pretty mound, nibbling and placing firm kisses against her bare flesh. He parted the lips with his fingers, rubbing both thumbs repeatedly in a circular motion over her creamy clit, before clamping his mouth to the nub of sensitive flesh and suckling gently. As her hips began to thrust, pressing her sex hard against his mouth, he could hear the more tormented moans that issued from her.
Reuben didn’t want her to come until he was inside her, though. He really wanted his cock caressed by her hot, wet heat. He slowly withdrew the pressure of his touch until just the tip of his tongue flicked at her clit, causing a rapid jerking of her hips accompanied by gentle yips of excitement. When they built dangerously, he pushed his tongue as far into the opening to her vagina as it would penetrate and then fully withdrew.
‘Reuben?’
He knew she wanted to come. ‘Soon, Hayley, soon,’ he promised. But not before he had explored her naked body even more intimately. He wanted his fingers on her, inside her. Everywhere it was possible for them to go.
He knelt up and reached for the shower gel. He soaped her buttocks and pussy in masses of creamy foam, recognising the difference between the lather and her own body’s copious creaminess which allowed his fingers to slither through her sex as his hands explored every inch of her lower body. His fingers invaded each crevice and he pushed a soapy thumb firmly up to its base into her anus, maintaining an upwards pressure while he thrust the two long fingers of his other hand into her vagina, leaving a thumb free to slide across her clit again. The rapid succession of movements in and out forced Hayley to grasp his hair and hang on tight.
‘Oh yes, Reuben. Make me come. Make me come hard.’
He stilled his action when she was on the brink, then built the tension in her pussy again. Reuben felt for her. He knew she needed to orgasm badly, but he didn’t intend to give her what she wanted just yet. ‘Hang on for me, peaches. I want to be up there with you when you come.’
‘Now, Reuben,’ she pleaded. ‘I’ll come twice for you. I can.’
He took no chances. When you’re as desperate to come as Hayley was, you’d promise anything. He smiled tightly. He was fighting not to ram his hot cock into that willing pussy. He wanted to feel its pull and grip, until his own implosion happened. She was on the cusp as he withdrew his hands to her pitifully needy whimper.
He stood up before her and held her tight to his body. Hayley started to rub her pussy against him to build the friction she wanted again, reaching up onto her toes to tease his erection into her aching chasm.
‘Any more of that and my cock will burn nuclear,’ he told her. He was pretty close to coming too, and it was sheer force of will that held him back. But he wanted to kiss her as she came. It was always his plan. To teach her that letting him kiss her led to good things happening. Nothing to be afraid of.
He held her off his body with his hands around her upper arms, and bent his head to her swollen breast. He placed his mouth over one tightly puckered nipple and suckled forcefully. She whimpered at the punishing thrill. He swapped to her other side, tugging the nipple between his lip-covered teeth then grazing and nipping until she cried out.
Reuben straightened up. He looked into her smoky eyes. They pleaded with him silently. How could he make this beauty wait any longer? How could he wait? She couldn’t even beg him to complete her, she was so far beyond speech.
‘Kiss me, Hayley, while I make you come.’ He waited. His thumbs flicked at her nipples to keep her floating.
Her lips parted. ‘Fuck me first,’ she challenged.
‘Uh-uh. It’s up to you.’ He could wait this out, he could. His balls prickled. His cock throbbed. He ran a soothing hand up and down its length. ‘What are you afraid of? You know I don’t bite.’
He wanted to grab her, plunge his tongue inside her hot, wet mouth as he came. More than that, he wanted her to come to him.
‘I’m not afraid of you, anyway,’ she groaned.
‘Hurry, Hayley. Make your mind up. We can leave it here, if you want.’ He couldn’t. His body had gone way beyond that already.
He slid his tormenting fingers through her slickness and over her clit again. The tension was making her mad. Mad enough to just do it. Go on, just do it, Hayley. Break the curse.
Suddenly, she pressed her mouth hard against his. Reuben touched the head of his cock to her vagina and waited, hovering at her slick entrance. She opened her mouth slowly and he slid his tongue inside her mouth, mirroring the action by sliding his entire rigid length into her wanting channel. He thrust and she gasped against his lips.
He slid his tongue around her lips as he withdrew his cock. Both parts of his body thrust again, against hers. Her urgent impatient hip movements told him she wanted him to go deeper inside her.
Slamming her back against the shower wall, he gripped her around the buttocks, lifting her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust her hard and deep against the tiles. There was no holding back for him now as he pounded her into the wall, bruising his lips against hers at the moment her orgasm swamped them both with its ferocity.
He sucked her tongue into his mouth and came victoriously.
While the tumult of their bodies slowly subsided, he lowered her against the wall and leant into her, maintaining the contact of his warm flesh with hers as she shuddered her ending.
‘Still think you could come again?’ he teased.
Reuben slowly soaped her body clean, allowing the water to rinse it away as he worked. She danced around with over-sensitivity as his hands swept across her intimate skin before starting on his own.
‘Let me wash you,’ she said.
He watched her as she ran her hands over each taut sinew, every packed bulge and ridge. When her hands gently caressed his balls and cock, he thought it would be easy to allow himself to love this woman. This woman who had trusted him enough to finally let him kiss her, no matter what her demons. Even if it was because he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He smiled. But he wondered what – who – had made her that wary.
As Hayley let Reuben rub her down with a warm towel, she wondered what it meant that she had let him kiss her. What it meant that he had made her kiss him back. She could have said no. But she couldn’t find it in herself to be angry; to be sorry that she had finally confronted that issue which had controlled her for the better part of her life.
‘Will you stay tonight, Hayley?’ Reuben kept a small apartment upstairs for when he worked late, or early.
‘No. I’m going home. I have a lot of work on over the next few days.’
‘I get it,’ Reuben replied. ‘You know you won’t get any sleep, with my hot body lying next to yours. Well, I admit it. I’m a sore temptation to any girl.’
She rolled her eyes. He didn’t seem to take offence or feel rejected. He was still giving her space to come to him in her own time. Taking nothing for granted. It was the only way she could do this.
At least she still had Reuben to come back to. Hayley decided she was glad about that, at least. She wouldn’t worry unduly about whether good buddy sex had just turned into something more. It would be just worry about nothing. It was still only great sex.
The next assignment for Hayley’s team was one they all anticipa
ted with some dread. Their clients were the wealthy parents of Abigail Winstanley, country set, jet set. Top drawer. They could have hired any agency they liked. So why hers?
‘Because of the specialist services we provide and because the man under investigation is coming home for a few days.’ This town was home.
‘So you’re really getting to do rock star Billy Solar?’ Paolo’s eyes were out on stalks.
Hayley grimaced and tutted at his crude terminology. ‘Formally known as William Sobrezski. Small-time criminal, abuser of women and drug-taker too.’
‘But he plays a mean guitar,’ Paolo argued. He was a lot younger than the rest of the team and more likely to be star-struck by the town’s biggest claim to fame.
‘Admittedly, when he hit the big time, he significantly reduced those less attractive activities,’ she admitted. ‘At least in public. But it doesn’t change the person he is. He can be a mean son of a bitch and we all need to keep alert. I need to know you’ve all got my back on this one.’
The team reassured her, and Hayley told herself she would be all right and that she didn’t need to worry about what might happen.
Marty chipped in with his research. ‘He’s earning more than he could spend in a lifetime from the music industry. His activities with drugs and women are still catered for but hushed up by the vast team of publicists he employs to keep him at the top. I’ve no idea how deep his criminal activities still run. We’d need a lot more time to properly investigate that one.’
That was what worried Hayley the most. There were some pretty nasty guys out there. ‘It’s what concerns the Winstanleys too. That and the engagement.’
Everyone knew Billy Solar was planning to marry a girl from back home. And not just any girl either. The daughter of one of the foremost important and wealthy families in his old home town. The Winstanleys’ own daughter, Abigail.
Alice confirmed details gathered at the first interview. ‘The Winstanleys are convinced he doesn’t care about their daughter. They believe he is just making a point.’
It was true. A family like theirs wouldn’t have looked at a boy like William Sobrezski before he became famous. They were also as convinced as anyone of the stories they’d heard about the young man who grew up in their town. No good.
‘Unfortunately for them, Abigail refuses to listen to a word her parents say to her.’ Paolo sounded like he knew the score.
‘Rebellious.’ Alice managed to hit the nail on the head. ‘Not 20. She really isn’t old enough to know what Billy was like back in the bad old days.’
Hayley picked up the details. ‘They want irrefutable evidence he’s not the reformed character his publicists present to the world. He’s a danger to women. A danger to their naïve daughter. And she needs her eyes opened before it’s too late.’ This time it was Hayley who sounded like she knew the score. She found the team watching her closely.
Marty broke the tense moment. ‘Our investigations suggest the Winstanleys are right.’
The honeytrap had been neatly set up and the team were on alert, waiting for the call. They were ready for action when it came.
‘Phewee, Miss Hayley,’ Marty quipped, affecting a hick accent. ‘Ain’t no disguising your profession.’
They all kept things light when they were at their most nervous. It was a trait they’d learnt from Hayley. She emerged from the back room dressed in a minuscule leather dress with a very short hemline, strapless, and hardly much more in between.
‘Not too many cows had to pass over to create this little number,’ she admitted.
‘Unlike those boots,’ Paolo declared, eyes on stalks. He wolf whistled.
Hayley tottered a bit on the black heeled thigh boots, unused to walking in such ridiculously sexy footwear. A fake, black snake tattoo curled around her upper left arm and a dripping dagger one adorned her opposite thigh.
She perched on the edge of her office chair, feet wide apart, knees clamped together, looking totally out of place and choking as Alice made her hair even wilder with half a can of hairspray. Her clear blue eyes shone out in contrast to their smoky black surroundings, complete with a double set of thick false eyelashes and rimmed eyeliner.
‘Is that really what those gals wear to work?’ Alice enquired.
They all laughed. ‘Not for long, I don’t suppose,’ Marty informed her as she blushed.
‘And just how would you know that, Marty Caine?’ Alice teased as everyone waited in vain, eyebrows raised, for Marty’s reply.
Paolo put in his two pennies’ worth again. ‘If you’re not doing anything tonight when you get off work, Missy, I’d like to invite you around to mine for a little light supper.’
Hayley glared jokingly at him. ‘I’m busy. I’ll be sand-blasting all this cosmetic crap off my face. And what is it with you boys, anyway? What’s so fascinating about a woman dressed in black leather?’
The look Marty and Paolo gave each other made the whole crew burst out hysterically.
‘Don’t make me laugh,’ Hayley said. ‘If my mascara runs it will take me another couple of hours to replace it. And another couple of mascara wands.’
Hayley was posing as one of the prostitutes from the Kat Calls business Billy Solar always used when in town. They had been only too willing to let someone else attend since he had badly injured the last girl they sent over to his hotel and nobody was keen to repeat the experience, despite the money. Hayley promised them full payment for passing on the phone call when they got it. They also got a bonus for the specific information only they could provide about their client’s preferences. She intended going in place of the girl he sent for.
Whenever Billy got into town, he took the Presidential Suite at the best hotel, and the team were ready to move when word came.
Hayley looked at herself in the mirror before they left. She found herself wondering what Reuben would make of her now before pushing him firmly out of her mind. How could she ever tell him the exact nature of the work she did? He would never understand and she could never have a proper relationship with him because of that alone.
What the hell had made her think about Reuben anyway? What they had was friendly, casual, consensual and sexy. Nothing more. Never would be. A relationship?
If that’s what you think, she told herself disgustedly, you are seriously delusional. Her job wasn’t the reason she could never have a serious relationship and she knew it. Those angry old feelings that had almost left her since her last night with Reuben flooded back. She let them come. She had only kissed him back because he took her by surprise. He was like any guy, really, out for what he could get. And she could deal with what she understood.
Anger was an appropriate emotion tonight. It would keep her head where it needed to be. She needed to come across as hard, able to deal with what life threw at her. It wasn’t so far removed from the truth.
By the time Paolo dropped her at the bottom of the driveway to the hotel, she knew Alice and Marty were in place. Everyone needed to be ready to bust that door down if things got out of hand. A large, ankle-length beige trench coat enabled her to get past reception without being challenged by security, but if the looks from hotel staff were anything to go by, she wasn’t fooling anyone.
She wondered just exactly what a fancy hotel like this one would turn a blind eye to, for their high-rolling customers like Solar. Plenty, she imagined.
She took the lift to the penthouse floor. It was alive with Solar’s entourage and the extra hotel staff hired to cater to their excessive needs and clear up after them. It would make it easier for her guys to blend in unnoticed. She paused to check her breathing and her recording equipment, opened her coat wide to reveal the delights beneath, and rapped on the suite door.
After a short wait, Hayley was surprised to see it opened by a woman in a business suit, who wasn’t exactly surprised to see her, but ushered her in as she left. Thanks, sister.
The suite was amazing. Clearly the best the hotel had to offer, and Solar was mak
ing free with it. Empty bottles of champagne littered the extensive main space and a massive screen was running a war movie loudly. How appropriate.
Fragrance coming from the vast displays of exotic blooms that stood on every surface overwhelmed her senses. The guy was worth a fortune. He walked through from the master bedroom. A little drunk. Stoned? He was wearing lounge pants and nothing else. Compared to Reuben, he was a skinny, wiry guy. He looked like he could handle himself, though.
‘Remove the coat.’
Good evening to you too. Hayley complied, throwing it onto a reproduction antique chair by the exit. Ready.
‘So where do you want me, sugar?’
Chapter Eight
Hayley knew Paolo had already completed his technical work in the suite in Solar’s absence. He hadn’t had to pretend too hard this time to resemble yet another fan desperate to touch and take something belonging to his idol. And his ability to sweet-talk one of the army of young foreign maids into opening up was his other speciality. Marty now had her “lost” master key card in his pocket and the lucky girl had an extra three months’ wages in hers. Hayley was fully covered for sight and sound.
The way Solar looked her up and down gave her the creeps. She felt like smashing one of those giant vases of Birds of Paradise flowers over his thick skull and kicking him in the nuts to boot.
Trying to get his vague attention back onto her face, Hayley repeated herself. ‘Where do you want me?’ The quicker she got this one over, the better.
‘Nice,’ he commented, ignoring her question.
He liked what he saw. Great. Not so great when he started stalking towards her, though. She had to admit that this guy actually made her flesh crawl. She shook off the feeling. Perhaps it was just the background stuff they had dug up playing on her mind.
He stood close, to one side of her, running his hands over the leather covering her backside and her belly, down to her pussy. He rubbed his crotch sinuously against her leather-covered hip. Hayley had to make herself stand soft and loose. She forced her fingers not to curl into fists.
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