3- Hasty departure
Rebeca
When I said I wanted to have sex, I really meant it and nothing could stop me from extracting pleasure from this handsome man, not even strange guys who had apparently invaded the place where he was sleeping. I didn't expect to have to use the letter opener, I really didn't, but when I saw a strange movement outside the balcony, I knew I was going to need it, I'm not comfortable with the idea of being shot during sex. Speaking of which, my mood is rapidly souring because of sexual frustration.
Is it too much to ask for a night of mind-blowing sex without someone trying to kill or injure me in some way?
Well, I guess it is.
When I opened the balcony door and stepped out innocently, pretending to get some air, I felt a presence behind me a few seconds later.
- Don't move. - someone whispers.
I stayed still and didn't turn around at any point, I kept hiding the letter opener, glad that it was a bit dark and that my vision was limited. When the movement of the hand holding the gun faltered for a second, I made a quick movement and with just the right amount of force, ducked and turned in quick succession, driving the letter opener into the man's throat and immediately throwing his gun away. This isn't the first time I've done this and it won't be the last, unfortunately, the bastard leaned over me and soiled my dress, I like it a lot, it gives me a nice ass and now it could be ruined because of this idiot.
Upset, I threw his inert body on the floor and kicked him, then grumbled about the current state of my dress while quickly checking if it was too dirty or not.
Damn.
I smelled the hot guy and wondered if he was around or just my imagination. With my peripheral vision, I noticed a movement coming from the door leading into the place and realized that he was watching me in silence. I hope he doesn't have too many questions, because I'm not going to answer any of them, nor am I going to ask, that's not what I came for.
I made that clear when the questions started and decided to speed things up when I started to take my clothes off, nothing better than being naked to deflect his questions.
I sucked him off with all the mastery I've gathered over my thirty-one years of life. I'm frustrated enough as it is, if he doesn't do the same for me, we're going to have a serious problem. I'm demanding in bed, I do well to receive the same. That's my motto in bed and when that doesn't happen, it's a problem I treat seriously.
- My turn. - that's what he said when he came in my mouth.
I was immediately excited and even forgot that a corpse was on the balcony in front of us.
The handsome man took me to the sofa and sucked me off with the same dedication I had. I pulled on his thick hair and moaned as I rolled around in his mouth. It wasn't long before I came, breathed heavily and smiled relaxedly as he picked me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom. He's still dressed, but I intend to change that the moment I feel my legs again. I don't know who this man is, but he has a magic mouth, I can honestly attest to that.
He laid me on the bed delicately and undressed at lightning speed, and soon he was on top of me again, this time he dedicated himself to kissing and nibbling every part of my body, I could only moan helplessly as he made his slow attack. Soon I was turned on again and with a little impulse, I pushed him onto the mattress and mounted him immediately. Without asking, I slipped his cock into my entrance and went down hard. He's huge, and I feel so full right now, it's almost painful, but so good that the long moan that comes from the back of my throat is proof enough of how satisfied I am right now.
I positioned myself and moved up and down in a fast, almost frantic movement. His hands were on my hips and squeezing hard, I bent down and bit his neck hard as he moved underneath me, we moaned like two madmen, and continued in this frantic way until we found release one after the other. I collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily but satisfied. That was the most intense sex of my life, the best I've ever had and I think I'm a little bit in love with this guy. Okay, maybe that's just my extremely satisfied body talking. Anyway, I could fall in love with him, I'm in danger. He's my ideal type, handsome, dangerous, tattooed and has sex like nobody's business.
I'm in serious danger of falling in love, even if it's just for a few days.
Yes, I'm fickle like that.
I was a long way from breaking up with him and I really wanted to stay there, but taking a quick look outside, I realized that it wouldn't be long before dawn and I had appointments all day, important appointments that can't be postponed because of a mind-blowing fuck. I then got up and started to put my clothes on without saying a word, it was great, but I can't stay any longer, I'd better leave as soon as possible, the next day is always embarrassing and I'm out of it.
- Are you leaving already? - he asks as he follows me into the living room, where I find my clothes and get dressed.
- I have things to do and it won't be long before dawn. - I reply.
- You could stay and we could have another sex session, it won't be a problem. - offers.
- That would be great, but I can't. I really have to go. - I look for my panties, but I don't know where they are and I don't want to waste any more time here, I feel my resolve waver at his unpretentious invitation. - And don't worry, I won't say anything about tonight's visitors, I hope you'll forget that I killed one of them and clean it up quietly and in such a way that I won't be involved, it would be an unpleasant problem to deal with. - I finish dressing and pick up my bag.
He holds my hand and seems very interested in looking at me, his gaze devours me as if I were still naked.
- Are you going to say your name? - he asks.
- No. Our date was great and I'd love to stay for more, but duty calls. Maybe we'll meet again one day, handsome. - I give him one last kiss and leave him stunned, watching me as I open the door and leave.
I took a cab to my apartment, not far from there, and on the way, I felt a strange emotion at the thought of the man and a little regret that I hadn't asked for his name or taken his contact number. I think I should have done that, but I didn't, now if we meet again, it will be purely by chance and I confess that, although I don't believe much in chance, I'm hoping that it will happen, I won't deny it, I want to see him again, not just see him, but do what we did today and much more.
When I got home, I slept for a few hours and woke up to Ben knocking on my bedroom door and calling insistently. It's at these moments that I bitterly regret having given him the spare key. The bastard always shows up when I'm asleep and practically knocks down my bedroom door, forcing me to get out of bed, even if I don't want to.
This little shit, I'm going to get him.
- I'm fucking awake! - I shout as I throw my shoes from last night at the door.
I put on an oversized shirt and pajamas and drag myself out of the room, taking one last longing look at my beautiful, beloved bed. My whole body aches and I'm sure there are some marks from my sexual adventure yesterday, not that I mind, I've got used to covering everything up with make-up, it takes extra time, but it's not difficult to do.
- He finally came out, I thought I was dead and was about to break down the door. - he hands me a mug full of steaming, very strong coffee.
- I was late. - I grumble as if that explains everything, and maybe it does, along with my current appearance.
- I see you had a good night, perhaps more satisfying than mine. - I scoff.
- Yes, it was, but why the hell are you at my door at this hour? - I ask.
- You know we have work to do. I suspected you needed extra time to get ready and I came an hour earlier than agreed. - you say.
- What are we doing today? - I ask in a haze of sleep.
- We have that mission you've been preparing for for two months. - he says.
- The one at the club, with that old man? - I ask just to make sure I'm remembering correctly.
- Yes. You trained for two months to perfect the role, you need to do it well. - he warns.
- Don't worry, I know how to attract attention when I want to and it won't be difficult, everyone knows that old man loves a novelty and tonight I'll be just that. - I guarantee it.
- Perfect, let's get ready, duty calls. - Say it.
- Right. - I sigh and take a last sip of my coffee before going to prepare a shower.
As I expected, my body is full of bite marks and also from that guy's fingers, I smile satisfied and start my day's work.
By the time night fell, I was completely ready. As usual, Ben will support me and observe the surroundings while I do the main part of the mission. Our job today consists of catching a disgusting old man, a well-known banker, but who leads a double life and loves cheating on his wife. The person who asked for the job is someone close to his wife, who wants to see her free and clear so he can try a relationship with her. So I'm going to act as a pole dancer and perform in front of him today, I'm going to attract his attention and do a private dance when I'm asked, it's going to be in that room that I'm going to finish the job in a spectacular and unsuspecting way.
- The stage is set and our target is in place. Let's get started. - Ben says. I took a deep breath and entered the stage and the first thing I saw when I started my presentation was an unexpected figure next to my target. I cursed mentally and almost wanted to hide, but it's too late, he's already seen me, I'm in disguise and I hope he doesn't recognize me, otherwise things could take an unexpected turn.
Mr. Hottie is here.