Loose Ends

by Caitlyn Willows

  Allie snagged the handle on her suitcases. “I think I'm going to take a shower and wash the travel off me."

  "Not so fast, hot stuff.” He loosened the buckle on his belt. “There's that little matter of a spanking."

  A hint of a blush covered her face. Lust dilated her eyes as she dropped her gaze to his growing erection. They might be playing for their audience, but there was nothing fake about what they were going to do. And it might help them get their heads back in order. Hell, maybe she should spank him. The thought made him even harder.

  "What do I have to do to make you change your mind?” Her voice purred as she stalked toward him. When she was within arm's reach, Allie dropped to her knees and burrowed her face against his crotch.

  Matt's legs buckled with his groan. With one hand he cradled her head, the other fumbled to get his zipper down. Her tongue filled the gap as each link parted, hot fingers peeling his jeans and boxers away as she feathered up and down the opening. His cock brushed against her cheek, its weeping eye searching for her mouth. Allie tugged the clothing down his legs, nailing it to the floor so he could pull his feet free. He yanked his T-shirt over his head. Her fingernails raked over his washboard stomach in homage, around his aching dick, teasing but not touching, down his inner thighs until he quivered from want.

  Allie nudged his feet further apart. “You are the most beautiful man I've ever met,” she whispered against his calf, then drew rapid circles upward with her tongue.

  His breath caught when she reached his hard sac, then rushed out in a pained moan when she darted to the other leg and avoided his balls completely.

  "Poor baby,” she said softly. “Does this feel better?"

  His body jerked when she cupped his sac. That tongue of hers lashed at the base of his cock, while she kneaded his balls. He widened his stance when he felt a wet finger probing his asshole. Eyes closed, head tossed back, he thrust into air. She squeezed his balls, pushing against the puckered entrance at the same time. Hot breath scored the head of his cock. It felt like every ounce of cum he'd ever produced was dammed in his testicles, waiting for release. She licked a circle around the crown, dug her tongue in the slit at the top.

  "Oh ... please,” he begged on a gasp.

  Hands flexed against her head, he mindlessly tried to get her mouth where he needed. One thrust of her finger beyond the tight anal ring nearly brought Matt to his knees. She pressed against his prostate. A groan tore from his throat. Then she sucked him deep into her mouth. White sparks exploded behind his eyelids, traveling outward to score his body in fire as she pumped his ass, massaged his balls, and sucked him hard. He fucked her mouth like a madman, wanting to come, wanting it to last forever.

  A tickle coiled in his lower back, then burst through his cock like a bolt of lightning. Jets of cum spurted from him in hot waves until finally the last drop drained. His body sagged against his gasps for breath. Gazing through half-closed eyelids, he watched Allie dot kisses around his crotch. Emotion overwhelmed him. He wanted to haul her against him and kiss her until they were both senseless.

  As he reached to do so, Allie eased back and away. His belt buckle tinkled as she grabbed it. Leather hissed when she pulled it through the loops. He watched her double it over. Was she going to use it on him? His cock lifted its head to watch, too. Matt couldn't believe he was hard again. He'd swear she'd taken it all out of him.

  She rolled back to her heels before him. Belt draped across her palms, she offered it up to him. “I'll take that spanking now ... sir."

  Matt wrapped his hand around it. “I'm not sure if it will be my pleasure ... or yours."

  A naughty smile lifted one side of her mouth. “Mutual, I'll bet."

  "Clothes off ... now. But leave the panties on for me."

  CHAPTER 6

  Allie watched Matt walk to the sectional sofa as she stripped her clothes off. Her clit thrummed with anticipation. Her ass warmed at that remembered feeling of him spanking her. Just him saying the word was enough to make her come. That and the fact she knew they were being watched made for a powerful aphrodisiac. Crazy as it sounded, this was exactly what she'd needed to reset her mind and chase away the strangling fear.

  Matt sat down and tapped his belt against his knee. “I'm waiting."

  She tried not to run to him. It wasn't easy, not when she wanted this—him—as much as she did. Slow steps brought her to his side. She slithered into place over his lap.

  "Oh, please, don't take down my panties.” Her voice was low and sultry, belying her words.

  He shoved his hand inside and cupped her sopping pussy. “Now why don't I believe you?” He traced a finger down her slit and circled her clit.

  Allie's lips parted on a moan.

  "That's what I thought,” he said, circling once more. “I'm going to fuck you here.” He thrust two fingers into her cunt. “And here.” His thumb pierced her anal ring, sending her libido into overload. “I'll push those knees of yours into your tits and give you a fucking like you've never had.” His little finger toyed with her clit. “You want that, baby, don't you?"

  "Yes, Teo,” she gasped out. “I want it bad."

  "After..."

  "Please don't make me say it."

  He yanked his hand free and gave her a hard spank. “Say it!” He added another.

  Allie arched her back and lifted her ass for more. “Pull down my panties and spank me."

  "Good girl.” He rained hand swats from one cheek to the other, warming her bottom, sending blood pulsing to her aching clit, and still her panties remained in place.

  She wiggled against his thigh, groaning with every smack he delivered. Then he tugged her panties up tight in the crack, creating the perfect sling for her clit. Allie couldn't help it. Shoving her hand beneath her, she pressed her fingers right where she needed. Orgasm rippled through her.

  Matt added a hard spank and left his palm on her ass. “Tell me you didn't just make yourself come."

  "I ... I did. I couldn't help it."

  "Obviously we need to do something with those hands of yours.” Grabbing her waist, he pulled her upright. “Go into the bedroom right now. By the time I get in there, I want you facedown with a pile of pillows lifting that pretty little rear of yours."

  Like the dutiful call girl she was supposed to be—and the horny woman she truly was—Allie hurried to do as he ordered. By the time he walked in a few minutes later, she was positioned bottom up on a mound of pillows in the center of the king-sized bed.

  "That's what I like to see"—the mattress dipped with his weight—"a beautiful woman at my mercy. I'm going to enjoy every minute of this."

  So would she.

  Using clothing he'd taken from the suitcases—T-shirts, bras, pants—he tied her spread-eagle. Her ass was at his disposal, her pussy wide open for him to see. He knelt between her legs and flashed his tongue over her clit. Allie jerked against her bindings. A chuckle rumbled in his throat seconds before he sucked the swollen bud between his lips, yanking the orgasm out of her. She trembled with the climax that rattled her bones, then collapsed into place.

  Matt's fingers dug into her hips. She felt his cock brush against her thigh a heartbeat before it plunged deep into her.

  "Oh ... God!"

  He grunted a response, pushing slow thrusts into her G-spot. Her body tightened as the sensation pulled her to the top again. He felt like stone inside, pounding and pounding, stretching her further than she'd thought possible. Matt reached around, capturing her clitoris between his fingers. He pinched and pulled while he fucked her harder, faster, deeper. Again she came, a slave to passion and definitely not willing to be freed. As the moment waned, he eased from her without coming.

  The bed bounced as he left it. She heard the tinkle of the buckle as he retrieved his belt. Then the leather caressed her flesh.

  She lifted her head on a moan as he danced the belt up the inside of one leg and down the other. Over her back, her arms, her ass. Heat remained in its wake. Her c
lit felt like it'd never come—wet, pulsing.

  "Please,” she begged.

  Matt didn't hesitate. A stroke licked fire to her extremities. A second followed. Then another. Slow. Methodical. Leaving no part of her bottom untouched.

  She wiggled against the bindings, desperate for more, aching to rub her clit against something, anything. And still he spanked her. Was his cock harder? Did it drip from his own need to come? How could he keep from fucking her?

  He sat astride her waist now, facing backward as the strokes came faster, harder. Her ass was on fire ... so was the rest of her. Then he alternated five lashes against one butt cheek, then the other. Over and over. Just when she thought she'd die if she couldn't come, Matt stopped.

  "I'm going to release you now. But you aren't allowed to move. Keep your hips on those pillows ... and your hands out of your pussy. Understand?"

  Allie managed a nod, each breath a short pant as she wondered what he'd do next.

  "Good girl,” he praised when she stayed in place.

  He straddled her again and ran his hand down to her pussy. “God, baby, you're wet. Ever had your clit spanked?"

  "No.” It almost came out as a whimper. “Does it ... hurt?"

  "You tell me.” He tapped the belt lightly against her.

  Her clit sighed with the contact. “Oh, God, Matt..eo.” She swallowed the near-error. “More!"

  Each gentle lick of the leather raised her higher, physically, orgasmically. She wadded the bedspread in her fists and rode the pillows into climax.

  Matt rolled her to her back. Sated as she was, she could barely move.

  "Don't fade on me now, hot stuff."

  The tear of a condom package punctuated his sentence. Cold lube touched her anus. He gently pushed her knees into her chest. She clutched his shoulders, gasping as his cock head breached the tight ring. He was in deep. Each pulse of his dick echoed through her.

  Matt captured her lips in a slow kiss, sealing them further. He wedged his thumb between them, urging her clitoris back to life. It had no trouble obeying. Allie draped her legs over his shoulders, groaning with him over the deeper penetration.

  She rocked into his thrusts, reveling in the feel of his body linked with hers. And when they came together, it was all she could do to keep from telling him how she really felt.

  He butted his forehead to hers. “Ready for that shower now?"

  Allie hugged him and buried her face in his neck to hide a sudden rush of tears. “Only if there's room for two."

  "We'll make room, sweetheart,” he whispered into her ear.

  CHAPTER 7

  The invitation to join Simon Petrocelli for dinner didn't take long in coming. Matt and Allie had just finished their shower and were debating between the hot tub or a quick nap when the phone call came on Matteo's cell. It was the opening Matt had been hoping for, but he still couldn't seem too anxious. Petrocelli had to believe he was torn in his decision to leave Sumner.

  Any attack of nerves had been swallowed up by the afternoon of sex. Petrocelli most definitely had gotten a good show. He couldn't doubt they were a couple, hopefully erasing any conjecture otherwise.

  It was nearly eight o'clock when they met him for dinner. Even in Vegas in the smothering August heat there were restaurants that had a dress code. A quick trip to the outlet stores had given Matt and Allie what they needed. The suit choked Matt. He prayed the air conditioning in this upscale joint was set to arctic. Allie, on the other hand, looked like an oasis spring. The blue silk kissed her curves and floated with her every step. No plunging neckline displayed her cleavage. No skimpy hemline to play peek-a-boo with her nether regions. She was simple, understated class.

  Petrocelli arrived at Cachet on their heels, almost as if he waited to see them there before exiting his limo. Matt had seen the man many times over the course of his association with Sumner. The man never failed to impress him. Matt hoped he looked half as good in twenty years. Like fine wine, Petrocelli had aged very well, looking better now than he had in his younger years, judging from the few old photos Matt had seen on the internet. Gray peppered his black hair, but his eyebrows had remained dark. Women always took a second look ... or more. He quietly owned a room the minute he stepped into it. His demeanor garnered respect without him having to ask for it, or perhaps it was the unspoken knowledge of information he possessed that earned him that right. Matt had wanted Petrocelli to be one of the good guys. Believing he wasn't had been more than disappointing.

  He passed a slow, appreciative eye over Allie's figure as he shook Matt's hand. “Teo, it's good to see you again."

  "You as well, sir."

  Then he took Allie fingers and lifted them to his lips. “And you must be the infamous Samantha Shaw. I didn't anticipate you having such classic beauty. That scathing video didn't do you justice."

  She let him have his moment with her hand before slowly extricating it. “No doubt any rumors you may have heard were crass and unflattering. If any were about my profession, I can assure you they were true. However"—she gave him a dazzling smile—"having met Matteo, those days and that job are behind me."

  That lifted Petrocelli's eyebrow. “Really? Hard to believe you've managed to corral this elusive man."

  Allie bathed that smile over him. “Perhaps he's the one who corralled me."

  "Then I would say he's captured a prize to envy.” He inclined a regal nod toward her before looking back at Matt. “Our table will be ready. It's a corner booth in the back that will give us an excellent view of the room. No one need sit with one's back to any door."

  Even as he said the words, the maitre d’ appeared at his side to escort them. Petrocelli took the lead, leaving Matt in the vulnerable rear—a position that raised the hairs on his neck. The dining room was awash with candlelight. Despite the crowd, conversations were hushed, intimate. This was a place for lovers and business. Even the waiters zipped in and out with little sound. The décor was burgundy and black. It would hide bloodstains well. The errant thought rattled Matt's nerves.

  They slid into the burgundy leather booth, Allie between them. The maitre d’ snapped the black linen napkins over their laps, then popped the cork on the bottle of merlot already there and awaited Petrocelli's approval. Once given, the man filled their wineglasses, did an about-face, and walked away.

  Petrocelli steepled his hands on the table. “Obviously you see the importance of making other alliances, Teo."

  Matt kept his hands in plain view as well. “If you're referring to the earlier incident with Mr. Sumner's limo driver—"

  "I'm referring to the recent deaths of Gordon and Eva Kidwell."

  Allie drew in a sharp breath through her nose. Matt let the moment hover. Obviously, his people had been successful in faking the deaths and subsequently reporting it to the media.

  "I wasn't aware of that,” Matt said.

  "I take it you haven't seen the news today."

  "No,” Allie replied for them. “We were occupied."

  Petrocelli glanced her way. “I see.” His gaze shifted back to Matt. “You know you'll be next on Sumner's list of targets. Had you been foolish enough to take his limo earlier, the police would be plucking your remains from the desert ... some day."

  "I refuse to believe he'd do that,” Matt insisted. “I've worked for him for years."

  "Which is exactly why he would.” Petrocelli tapped his index finger on the table and eased back. “Don't be stupid, Matteo."

  "I suppose you want to offer me full protection."

  He gave a single nod.

  "Why? What's in it for you?"

  "I prize loyalty."

  "So does Sumner,” he replied. “How do I know that you won't turn on me, too?"

  Petrocelli smiled. “Then you do admit he's turned on you."

  Matt scrubbed his hand down his face. “I don't know what to think."

  "Obviously you do, or you wouldn't have accepted the suite from me. Please don't insult me by playing games, Teo.
"

  It was time to make their move, take the door opening. Still, Matt wanted it to seem like he was conflicted. He tossed his napkin onto the table. “Excuse me. I need to use the facilities."

  Quick strides took him to a hallway near the kitchen. He darted inside the men's room, waited what he considered the appropriate amount of time, washed his hands, and swung open the door to leave. He saw the movement, the glint of light on metal too late.

  * * * *

  "What about you, Ms. Shaw?"

  Allie lifted her wineglass and took a sip. Matt hadn't gotten two steps away before Petrocelli had turned his attention to her. It was the intensity in his eyes that got to her, like he really believed what he was doing. Looking into them, it was hard to believe his motives weren't good and pure. She did her best not to make eye contact. She focused instead on his nose, his forehead, his mouth, or chin, anything but those brown eyes.

  "What do you mean?"

  One arm draped on the booth behind her as he bracketed her body. “Aren't you concerned for your safety?"

  She shrugged and set her glass back. “Teo will keep me safe."

  He gave a soft laugh. “And who will keep him safe?” He dusted his fingers over her shoulder. Goose bumps flared of their own volition. “What's in it for you, Samantha?"

  "I ... I don't know what you mean.” She wished he'd stop playing with her shoulder. It unnerved her in ways it shouldn't.

  "A man like Matteo Lombardi isn't for you, and you know it. You're a sensible woman looking to get ahead. A beautiful woman who deserves beautiful, expensive things.” His free hand dropped to her thigh, slowly peeling her dress up. “I can offer you anything and everything you'd ever want."

  Allie focused on everything around her—the pop of a champagne cork in the far corner of the place, muffled conversations, the clink of dishes—not the inexplicable heat his hand generated. She clamped her fingers around his wrist before his fingers could travel any further up her thigh. “Don't ... please."

  "I'm sorry. I forgot myself.” He moved away.

  "You call yourself Teo's friend and do that?” She scowled. “I don't think we'll be—"