Sweet Seduction Sabotage

by Nicola Claire

  I hide all the rest.

  Deep, deep, deep.

  But Drew, he'd always been the best at reaching inside and finding a kernel of the truth. I wondered if that was his speciality. In court addressing the opposition in a case. Could he read them with just one look, like he did me?

  The first time I met him was in Sweet Seduction. He'd come in with Dominic, who at the time was interested in Gen. They'd sat and had coffees, Dom's eyes never leaving Genevieve's. Drew's on mine. No one noticed, Gen and Dominic's rapid romance stole everyone's interest, that was for sure. But when he left, and walked past the counter I was standing behind, those grey eyes met mine. They looked inside me, somehow stripped me bare, and he offered the first I'd seen of that crooked smirk.

  We hadn't said a word to each other, but when I found him next at Dominic's, while Gen was recouping from a serious injury, he followed me from the bustling lounge where everyone had congregated to cheer up my girl.

  The first actual words - although our eyes had said a hell of a lot by then - out of his mouth were, "I'm going to fuck you against the wall. Right here. Ten feet away from everyone else."

  How had he known? Twenty minutes watching me in the store. Five minutes staring at me at Dominic's house. And the first words out of his mouth were those?

  Needless to say I let him. There was something primal and hungry in his tone, in his gaze. That completely matched mine. His kisses along the back of my neck were tender, caring even. His touch, heated and sure, against the skin of my arms were caresses, feather-light and gentle. He placed my hands on the wall beneath some artwork I couldn't even focus on, spread my feet with one of his highly polished shoes, then slipped a determined hand up the inside of my naked thigh.

  I'd worn a skirt, and underwear which didn't seem to hinder him at all. He simply pushed the thong aside, slid his finger through my already wet folds, while he bit down purposefully on my exposed shoulder.

  My heart thundered inside my chest as he removed a condom from his trouser pocket. The crinkle of the wrapper making my breath escalate and become uneven. His hand gripped my hip, pulling my groin away from the wall, arching my back. And then I felt him. There. At my entrance, straining to thrust inside.

  I moaned, his free hand immediately covered my lips, while his other at my hip jerked me back onto his cock.

  We didn't say another word while he fucked me against the wall, not more than ten feet away from our laughing and talking friends. The hallway was one that went to the main downstairs bathroom. Anyone could have approached at any time.

  I had never been so turned on before in my entire life. I had never been taken so possessively, yet so stealthily, in such a public way.

  Drew broke me that day for any other man. My current four guys at the time seemed tame afterwards.

  We both came violently, but remarkably quietly. His mouth sealing mine with a twist of my head as he consumed me from over my shoulder. When he withdrew, he did it almost reluctantly. His hands brushing reassuring strokes over my sensitised skin. He paused, both of us still panting, then laid one soft kiss against the nape of my neck.

  Then he left. Simply walked back into the lounge as though nothing had happened.

  It had been hot. Illicit. So fucking raunchy that we did it again the very next time we met.

  And haven't stopped since.

  Maybe it's become an addiction, a habit we can't seem to break. I have never been in his presence since and not wanted to fuck him. I think it's the same for him when he sees me.

  It was dangerous and I wasn't entirely sure if it was sane. But it was fan-fucking-tastic, and alive.

  The lift slowed as my eyes found Drew's across the small space. Grey staring steadily, unblinkingly at me. He'd been watching the entire time I'd reminisced. Did he know I'd just relived every detail from our first encounter? From the first time I'd had sex and lived outside of that dark, black hole inside. Did he know he'd brought me back to life?

  The lift came to a soft halt, barely perceptible. The doors chimed when they opened and the elevator guy stepped out, keeping one hand on the button to make sure they didn't close on us again. Drew and I just stared at each other, his lips offering that one sided grin.

  He took a step, eyes still holding mine, and then reached for my hand, slipping his fingers between each of mine. Then he pulled me from my memories and out into a deserted space. The elevator guy nodded his head to Drew, then stepped toward the lift again.

  "You've got an hour before security will do a check," he said, the first words he'd spoken since we'd met.

  "That will be long enough," Drew replied, with a returning nod of his head.

  With that, the elevator doors swished closed and left me alone with Drew. And no audience.

  I glanced around the open space, recognising parts of it, but also noting the changes. We were on one of the viewing platforms, at the top of the Tower, beneath the revolving restaurant itself. Large expanses of glass jutted out around the wedge shaped space we were in. Closed off on each side with white particle board. I could hear people behind it, awed by the view over Auckland city at night. They were obviously redecorating this part of the platform for some unknown reason, making this little area a private haven in a place that was normally teaming with tourists.

  "No audience," I said, unable to stop the observation coming out of my mouth.

  "They will hear you," he replied, watching me from where he stood, several feet away. "And there is still the chance we will be seen."

  I flicked another gaze around the room, then up into the rafters. Having had Anscombe Securities & Investigations place cameras at my work, I was well aware of all the hidden spots security could be watching from.

  "Not the cameras," Drew said in a low voice.

  I lifted my eyes to his. If not the cameras - and we were cut off from the rest of the viewing platform - then what?

  He started walking over toward the floor to ceiling height windows, which sat at an angle upward and away from where we stood. So you could just lean out and look down on the city street some two hundred odd metres below.

  Ah, the windows. Was he going to fuck me against one of them?

  He stopped half a metre away from a pane of glass, hands in trouser pockets, grey eyes on mine.

  "Come here," he instructed, his voice a purr of sound.

  I flicked my eyes to the angled windows, wondering how he was going to do this, but hoping he did it soon. I was already a little breathless, moisture pooling between my legs. It didn't take long when in his presence, but something about tonight had a sense of urgency to it. To grasp one last moment outside of that bleak place in my head, before I walked away forever. I knew I'd have to. If I had any hope of not repeating last night, I needed to seriously start all over again. Reassess who I was, who I wanted to be.

  The problem was, I just didn't fucking know anymore.

  I walked slowly, offering a sway of my hips, a small smirk of my own on my lips. I watched his eyelids lower, his mouth part, his cock get hard in his pants. It stretched the fine material, growing longer and heavier with every step towards him I took. His chest was rising and falling too quickly as well. He always seemed so in control of these moments, yet inside I was betting he was wild, lost, about to combust... just like me.

  I watched his face as I came closer. Drew was not a classically handsome man, although the five o'clock shadow that graced his jaw did improve the vision nicely. His chin, though, was a little too pointy, his nose too long and narrow. But those eyes. Fuck. Those eyes were made in heaven. Or in hell. Designed to trap you, and never fucking let go.

  I would miss those eyes, I realised. Making me come to a halt a foot too far away. He let a slow breath of air out, and then tipped his head down to the floor.

  I followed his gaze and got the another shock for the night. He was standing on a glass segment of the floor. Cars the size of Tonka toys, people the size of ants, scurried below. The lights of Federal Street just small
specks in the distance so fucking far below.

  I stood there stunned as my mind caught up with the vision and with his earlier words. And there is still the chance we will be seen. They'd have to be looking straight up and using binoculars to see, but the notion made me laugh. A small amused sound escaped my lips and then Drew tapped the toe of his Italian leather shoe on the glass. It sounded hollow. It looked freaking fragile.

  My head sprang up and my eyes met his.

  "On your knees," he ordered, my heart no longer thundering inside my chest, but about to escape through my ribcage.

  "Is that solid?"

  "One point five inches thick."

  That didn't sound nearly enough. He jumped, making me jump and embarrassingly squeak out loud. His head tilted as he studied my reaction. It didn't escape my notice that his cock grew even larger inside his pants.

  "Red or black, Kelly?" he said, eyes still searching my face for a reaction.

  Red or black? I didn't know. Everything was so fucked up. I was losing myself, and it had been a long, long time since I felt this unsure. I didn't like it. I hated these old hurtful feelings. But he was here. He was offering me a chance to feel alive again. He was giving me a lifeline and he didn't even know.

  Red or black?

  I lowered myself to my knees before him, the feel of the smooth glass beneath them making me sweat.

  "We'll start this the easy way," he declared, stepping closer. We were both being completely held aloft by one and half inches of fucking glass. "Undo my pants, pull me out. Don't look down."

  Don't look down. I almost smirked at that. Everyone looks down when they're told not to. I refused to fall for his game, but reached up with a steady hand, my eyes on his, undid his trousers and pulled his rock hard length out.

  Oh, God to have him in my hand again. To feel that heated, smooth flesh over a steel rod. My mouth salivated, I licked my lips. He made a sound, a typical Drew controlled and muted sound.

  One day I would make him scream. One day we wouldn't be on the other side of a thin sheet of particle board, or just out of sight down an abandoned hall, where everyone could hear our every noise.

  Holy crap, where had that come from?

  I blinked, his fingers came up and stroked my cheek, bringing me back to him, his cock in my hand, the hunger that still lingered deep within me.

  "Cover me and suck," he said softly, almost a request. Not his usual demand.

  One more lick of my lips as I took the condom he held out and lovingly rolled it down his length. Then I closed my eyes leaning forward to wrap my mouth around his flat head. My body sprang to life at the first sensation of him under my tongue. I craved his taste, even though I did not know it. Not here, at any rate. His scent, though, wrapped around me, mixed with that expensive cologne he always wore and the fruity smell of the flavoured condom. Sweet, salty, addictive. That's what Drew Kline is to me. He is my drug and he knows it.

  He makes the memories vanish, just here and now count. Just him and me.

  His hands came up to cup my head, his fingers entwining in my blonde strands. He likes my hair, he always finds a moment when he can touch it, wrap a strip around his fingers, bury his nose in amongst the curls. It's his Achilles heel, his one weak spot. If Drew's grey eyes are mine, my blonde curls are his.

  He groaned, thrust his hips forward slowly, revelled in the feel of my mouth encasing his shaft. He sank himself inside, again and again. His breaths grew laboured, his movements more jerky, his little quiet sounds more desperate in the still air of the space we were in. I could feel Auckland just beyond the window. I knew it lay just below my knees. So close, yet so far away.

  I licked, I sucked, I squeezed with my fingers and stroked with my hands. I put everything into making him feel, into making him lose a moment of time. In me. With me. Making it impossible for him to forget me when I was finally gone.

  "Enough," he rasped, pulling back, but I wouldn't let him.

  He'd had that one first night where he had full control, he has never been completely in charge ever since. I pushed against his hips, making him take a step back, he lost his balance what with his trousers still wrapped around his ankles, and reached out a hand to the window behind him to steady himself. I lifted my eyes to his, let him know my intention, watched his widen slightly, a breath get sucked in... and then he allowed himself to be directed, pressed back until his body lay flush against the glass. Still standing upright, but now hanging over the edge of a two hundred metre drop.

  Mile high club, he'd said. And although we couldn't get to the tip of the Sky Tower antenna at three hundred odd metres high, we could enjoy this height, at least.

  "Kelly," he breathed above me, my name said in a way he'd never said it before. It made me pause, but then his hips jerked, sinking himself deeper in my mouth, and all thought was lost as I made him lose his ever loving mind.

  He bucked, he swore softly, but he never screamed or cried out too loud. The heat of his release made me whimper, his hands leaving sweaty marks against the windows at his sides. He hadn't grabbed my head again, he'd let me lead, let me direct, let me control. He'd just gone along for the wild ride.

  When I pulled back and wiped at the saliva around my mouth with a hand he was panting. His eyes a darker grey than I'd ever seen before. He gingerly stood up and away from the angled window pane as he dealt with the used condom, then looked at what had supported him moments before over his shoulder, running a hand through his short, black-brown hair.

  "Fuck," he said under his breath. "I am monumentally glad not to be leaning against that any more."

  "But yet you still came," I pointed out. And, man, did he come.

  "You bring out the adventurer in me."

  We stared at each other, his trousers still around his ankles, his cock glistening in the lights of the room. It lengthened again under my gaze. I wasn't surprised. Our liaisons may have been quick and furtive in the past, but he'd always left me with a semi-rigid cock. As though readying himself for round two, even though he'd inevitably deny us both that pleasure.

  Tonight was the first time we'd contemplated more than one fuck.

  "Are you wearing underwear?" he asked, voice a husky rasp.

  I nodded.

  "Take them off."

  I kept my eyes on his as I reached beneath my skirt and slipped my thong down my thighs, lifting one knee and then the next to get the garment off. He held out his palm, pocketing my knickers in his jacket when I handed them over. I wasn't getting them back, I knew that now.

  "I'm going to fuck you from behind, on your knees, so you can watch the people below watching you."

  Oh, dear freaking God, I actually made a hungry sound at those words. He chuckled, and walked slowly behind me. Heat washed down my spine, knowing his gaze was devouring my body right then. I still had a short skirt on and a tight blouse, I wasn't naked by any stretch, despite the lack of underwear right then. But I felt bare. I felt exposed. I felt a little raw by the time he stopped behind my arse.

  He knelt down behind me, both of us on the glass, his hot hand ran over the curve of my butt cheek, over the material of my skirt. His other centred on my back and pushed me forward, making my hands come out and land flat on the glass. I noticed a sweaty mark spread out around my palm and fingers, like they had around his on the window pane.

  My skirt got inched up painfully slowly, higher and higher up my thighs, until my arse was bared in all its naked glory. He stroked a heated hand over my skin, rubbing in a languid circle. His knees spread my thighs further apart, bringing himself close to my rear. I heard the condom wrapper, knew he was sheathing himself right then. My back arched in anticipation, my breaths quickened, my heart leapt into my throat.

  He waited, longer than rolling on a condom should have taken. The delay was excruciating. I felt him lean forward, draping over my back, his hands came down either side of mine, his nose nestling into my hair at the nape of my neck.

  His lips trailed up my sweaty
skin and he whispered in my ear, "Open your eyes." How did he know I'd closed them? "Look below us." I blinked to bring the view so far beneath our perch into focus. "Your pussy is exposed. Your face could be seen when in the grip of pleasure. My cock watched as it slides in and fucks you hard."

  Oh, God. I was on the edge already, sure I'd come just from his words alone, from the image he created in my mind. From the fact I was on all fours on a thin piece of reinforced glass metres and metres above a bustling Auckland street.

  "Keep looking. Do not close your eyes. Watch them watching you."

  A sound of desperation slipped from my lips, Drew didn't try to stop it. He seemed to want those on the other side of the particle board wall to hear. He came up from his lean over me, positioned himself at my entrance, then gripped my hips, holding me steady.

  "Are your eyes open, Kelly?"

  I nodded.

  "Say the words."

  "Yes," breathed from my parched lips.

  A long, drawn out pause. I was going to kill him if he didn't fuck me soon.

  "Red or black?" he whispered, his whole body held taut at my back.

  "Red. Red. Red," I answered hungrily, despairingly, eagerly.

  He shifted to enter, tightened his hold on my hips, then rasped, "Who am I?"

  "Drew!" I cried.

  "What colour are you?"

  "Red, fuck it!"

  Then finally, finally, he thrust forward as he pulled my hips back, and impaled me to the hilt.

  Chapter 4

  Too Much Tequila And Not Enough Sleep

  I was alive. Feeling. Oh, fuck yeah, I was feeling. Drew was fucking me hard, holding my hips, pulling me back as he thrust forward again and again and again. He didn't let up, he was a man on a mission. My vision wavered, my head hung down as the sensations became too hard to hold up.

  A smack on my bare butt cheek rang out in the deserted space we were in making me yelp - surely heard from the other side of the particle wall that separated us from all the people looking at Auckland from the Sky Tower's observation platform - then Drew demanded, voice husky and low, "Keep your eyes open!"