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Warning: Adult chapter, don’t read if offended.
Chapter 4.
Michael wandered around the room, taking in the décor and noting the money paid to make the room what it was. The rich dark wood and the deep red of the leather upholstery covering the furniture showed this was a man’s domain.
“So,” he started, staring down the figure standing in the doorway, “have you been here long?”
“Me, personally?” Sean answered, “or The Company?”
Michael shrugged. He knew he’d learn nothing about The Company from the man before him. “So how long have you known Maria?”
“Forever,” Sean answered simply.
“Literally or metaphorically?” Michael probed.
Sean raised an eyebrow, and Michael was strangely reminded of Maria. “Forever,” he repeated.
“Does she have a boyfriend?” Michael asked, dreading the answer.
“Would it make a difference to you if she did?” Sean questioned, moving further into the room.
Michael thought about Sean’s question for a minute. He really wanted that girl and for more than just a one-time thing. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something about her; there was something that pulled at him deep down somewhere inside him whenever he saw her. It almost felt primal, like some primitive urge he couldn’t control. He needed to protect her and possess her ever since he had laid eyes on her in the club. He couldn’t stop himself from moving to her, from kissing her. And by all indications, she felt the same. She was just as drawn to him as he was to her. But yes, it would matter if she was already in a relationship. He didn’t break people up. OK, well, maybe he’d make a one-time exception for Maria.
So he just smiled skeptically at the man.
Sean sighed at the expression on Michael’s face. “No, she’s not in a relationship at the moment.”
Sean studied the man who was making his cousin act crazy. OK, crazier than she already was. He was exactly the type she always went for. That stereotypical, rugged bad boy, that sent parents running for the shotgun. He unconsciously slipped his hand to the small of his back where he always kept his glock and brushed his fingers lovingly over the cold metal. Sean shook his head, clearing his thoughts and wariness of Michael, as he moved his hand again and held it out to the cop in front of him. “Sean. Sean Deluca.”
Michael looked warily at him, but the name registered. “Deluca,” Michael repeated but took the offered hand. He was a cop, he knew what that name represented. Deluca meant power, wealth and a little bit of fear within the business world.
“Yes,” Sean said with a smirk. “Deluca.”
“And the man I’m waiting to see….”
“My father,” Sean provided. “Mason Deluca.” Well, that confirmed Michael’s earlier thoughts about the smooth-talking, arrogant man being the head of The Company. “That makes Maria…”
“My cousin,” Sean smirked.
“Shit, she’s a Deluca?”
“Yes she is,” Sean said, finally releasing the cop’s hand.
“Michael Guerin,” Michael said mindlessly.
“I know.”
The door behind them opened with force, causing Michael to jump slightly, as Mason Deluca entered the room. He walked around to the chair behind the large mahogany desk that dominated the office.
“Detective Guerin,” he began as he sat, “Thank you for waiting. I’m afraid my niece can be a handful at times.”
“I bet she can,” he muttered in a low voice, smirking and aware that both men heard his commentary.
“Won’t you please take a seat?” Mason said, indicating to one of the large wing back chairs in front of his desk.
Michael walked over and settled into the comfortable chair, Sean lurking somewhere behind him.
“So, Detective Guerin, tell me a little something about yourself.”
Michael shifted uneasily under the older man’s piercing gaze and was instantly transported back to his high school days and his frequent meetings with the principal.
“Well, I grew up in Roswell, New Mexico. I was raised by my father because my mother died when I was five. I lived there until I graduated high school and then I went to UCLA on a football scholarship. I joined the police force after I finished school and what you see now is what I am.”
He watched as the man, who still hadn’t introduced himself, nodded in all the right places as he provided a shortened biography of his life.
“And your father?”
“He died a few years ago,” Michael said simply, swallowing hard.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
There was silence for a few moments. “And what do you know about your father?”
Michael looked at him quizzically, narrowing his eyes at the elder Deluca. “My father?”
“Yes, Detective Guerin, your father.”
Michael looked between the two men. Sean had moved almost silently around the room and was now leaning against a mahogany bureau situated between two large windows along the far wall that matched the large desk.
Michael found it disquieting that Sean had moved, and it hadn’t registered with him. It was eerily similar to the way Maria moved in the alleyway. One minute she was behind him, and the next, he was on the cold concrete with her on top of him. Not that he found that position uncomfortable; it was the lack of her movement and the obvious fact that she had moved that unnerved him.
“He worked in construction, specializing in carpentry,” he finally said, answering the older man’s question.
Mason nodded at this. “I believe you have quite a respectable reputation within your precinct, Detective Guerin.”
“I enjoy my work, Mr. Deluca,” Michael said, dropping the name so this man would know he knew who he was.
Mason nodded. ‘Trust Sean to tell the cop who he was,’ he thought. ‘That boy drops the name all too easily.’
“My Company has a good reputation, too,” Mason said, leaning back in his chair.
“That it does,” Michael conceded.
“So you have heard of us?” Mason said with a smirk, his eyes twinkling.
“Every cop in LA has heard rumors about The Company, Mr. Deluca,” Michael remarked.
“And what have they heard?”
“That The Company is a glorified vigilante group, helping to keep the streets clean,” Michael offered.
Mason laughed. “That we are, Detective Guerin,” He looked at the young man in front of him before continuing his train of thought, “but we are so much more.”
There was silence for a few seconds as Mason considered his next move.
“How would you like to join our ranks, Michael?” Mason asked, his eyes steady on the cop.
Michael looked shocked. “Excuse me?”
“It takes a certain amount of courage to throw oneself in the way of a bullet, Michael; a courage that we embrace here.”
“It wasn’t courage,” Michael said, evenly. “Anyone would have done the same to stop a woman from being shot by a dickless shit.”
Mason’s eyes shot to his son, “Apparently not.”
Sean shifted uncomfortably in his chosen position against the bureau.
“Maria rarely makes mistakes Michael but, last night, I believe she nearly made a fatal one.”
‘Last night, was it only last night?’ Michael thought.
“And as I’ve said, I will be forever indebted to you for her life.”
“And I said we are even,” Michael responded through gritted teeth.
“As you wish,” Mason said with a tilt of his head. “But my offer still remains.”
“To come and work for you?” Michael clarified.
“Yes,” Mason answered. “Though it might be possible to still work for the LAPD. Many of our agents have outside jobs.”
Michael looked warily at Mason Deluca sitting behind his impressive desk.
“I don’t know,” he said honestly.
“Of course, please forgive me,” Mason said sitting forward. “This is a lot to take in.” He stood and walked around his desk.
Michael stood also, feeling that the meeting is over.
“Take some time, Michael,” Mason said kindly. “Think about my offer. You have some time off work….”
“What!” Michael exclaimed in disbelief.
“Your sister has informed your precinct of your recent illness and the need for sick leave,” Mason said with a smile.
“My partner knows I’m an only child,” Michael said with a sideways glance. How can they just do that without his knowledge?
“And he has recently won a luxury family vacation for two. Two weeks on a remote and privately-owned island in the South Pacific,” Mason countered.
Michael laughed at that. Jason was always complaining he never went on vacation. Charlotte, his wife, would be ecstatic.
“A few days, Michael, that’s all I ask,” Mason said, and he turned them both toward the door. “Think carefully.”
“And what if I refuse?” Michael asked as they stood at the door.
Mason smiled shrewdly at him. “We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it.” He pulled open the door to see Maria leaning against a window frame outside his office. “Ah, Maria,” he said, his smile still plastered on his face, “I trust your meeting with Dr. Paul is complete.”
“Yes, Uncle Mason,” she answered with a roll of her eyes.
Michael’s face lit up at the sight of her there, obviously waiting for him, just like she said she would.
“I will be checking with Paul, Maria,” Mason said sternly.
“You do that,” she countered, her eyes narrowing.
“Yes, well,” Mason turned back to Michael, “I’ll see you in a couple of days, Detective Guerin.” He turned back to Maria. “I trust you’ll make sure Detective Guerin gets back home safely, Maria?”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a mock salute to her uncle.
“Insolence is not attractive, Maria,” Mason chided.
“Sure it is, Uncle Mason,” she responded as a cheeky smile crossed her lips.
“Go,” Mason said, pointing down the corridor.
“I’m gone,” she said as she pulled on Michael’s hand and led him down the corridor.
Mason shook his head at his head-strong niece and walked back into his office.
“Why didn’t you tell him about his father?” Sean asked as his father sat back down at his desk and opened the file in front of him.
“Not yet, Sean,” Mason told him. “You have to hold some cards to your chest, boy. And I
don’t want you to say anything either, not to Michael and not to Maria.”
“Yes, Dad,” was all Sean said as he, too, left the office.
Michael and Maria walked side by side down the wide corridor. The ceiling was high and the walls covered in egg-white wallpaper with a silver pattern running through it. The maple hard wood flooring was waxed and covered in places with rich rugs.
“This is some place,” Michael commented, his eyes unable to stop wandering over the opulence that surrounded him.
“I guess,” Maria said, looking around her. She had been living here for almost seven years now, plus she had visited often when she was a child, so the house was commonplace to her.
“You gonna show me around?” Michael asked, taking her hand in his.
Maria looked sideways at him. “What did my uncle say to you?” she asked.
“I don’t know, Maria,” he said with his own surreptitious look to her. “It’s pretty much a cloak and dagger thing here. I could tell you, but then I’d probably have to kill you.”
Maria laughed. “Oh please, Michael, you could try. And I know exactly what was said in that office.”
“And what was that, oh wise one?” he asked.
“He invited you to join The Company,” she said knowingly.
“Well, maybe I won’t have to kill you anytime soon,” Michael laughed.
“And what did you say?” she asked, her eyes flickering to his, showing her nervousness.
Michael stopped and turned to look at her. She was unbelievably beautiful. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone more gorgeous than the girl in front of him. Her lively green eyes called to him and made him want to lose himself in them. Her blond hair hung below her shoulders in golden waves that made his fingers twitch with the need to run them through its length. Her lips were full and plump and begging to be kissed. Her body was just perfect; tight in the places it was supposed to be and luscious in others, and he could feel the pull of her all the way in his groin.
Maria mirrored his scrutiny with hers of him. She could now distinguish his hair color as being brown, and she remembered the softness of it when her fingers had stroked it when they kissed in the club. His features were gentle and striking at the same time, his eyes a golden brown like malt whiskey. He was again wearing his dark jeans, but now wore a deep brown button down shirt, as his own t-shirt was covered in blood and had a bullet hole in it. She yearned to run her finger across the smooth chest she had seen earlier.
She tugged slightly on his hand, and Michael went willingly toward her, his other hand moving up her arm in silent reverence, continuing along her shoulder and up her neck until he again held her head in his palm.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he leaned in closer to her, his lips an inch from hers.
“So are you,” Maria echoed, and Michael laughed.
“Men aren’t beautiful, Maria,” he smiled.
Maria lifted her eyebrow at that as her hand mirrored his, journeying up his body to rest behind his head.
“Handsome,” she said, kissing one side of his lips. “Sexy,” she commented with a suggestive grin before kissing the other side of his mouth. “Beautiful,” she repeated as she covered his lips with hers, immediately demanding entrance in to his warm mouth.
Michael moaned against her at the feel of her velvet tongue gliding against his, stroking, probing, and daring him to respond. He rose eagerly to her challenge and pulled her body full against his, wrapping the hand that still held hers behind her back, drawing her tightly to him. His other hand moved from her face and down her body, sliding over her pert ass, his fingers clenching against the softness, and Maria whimpered as his nails bit into her slightly through the thin material of her shorts. He continued with his hand, moving it down to her thigh until it reached the hem of her shorts and then he brushed his fingers under the edge and gripped the flesh on her outer leg tightly. As they continued to map out each other’s mouths, Michael’s hand slipped to the back of her thigh, his fingers under the material, and he lifted her leg easily against his hip, giving his fingers more room to maneuver as they glided dangerously close to her center.
They had to separate their lips as breathing became a problem, and they stood there in the corridor, holding on to each other, breathing harshly and staring at each other with equal need and want.
“Michael,” Maria whimpered at the feel of his long fingers brushing against her inner thigh. He let go of the hand held behind her back and immediately lifted her into his arms. Her arms and legs wrapping around him as their lips met again, ferociously and unrelenting.
He stumbled with her until she thumped against the wall, her lips pulling from his with the force of her body hitting the wall. He didn’t apologize at the roughness, only grinded his body into hers, growling deep within his throat, which made Maria tremble delightfully.
“Geez, get a room,” he vaguely heard someone chuckle as they walked past the two against the wall, and he pulled away from where he had nestled his lips against her throat to look at her, taking in her smile and sparkling eyes.
“Better get me to a room, Deluca,” he growled, “or I’m gonna fuck you against this wall. And believe me, you’re gonna need somewhere to lie down when we’re finished.”
Maria closed her eyes and moaned deep in her throat at his words, savoring the harshness of his voice and the throbbing hardness between her legs. “That way,” she indicated down the corridor with her head.
Michael dipped his head back to her neck and sucked gently, and asked, “How far?”
Maria opened her eyes as if to get a bearing on where they were. “To the end of the corridor, up the stairs, then down the west corridor to the end and the door in front of you.”
“Fuck, Maria,” he growled again. “That’s too far. Anywhere closer?"
Maria could hardly think about breathing, the way his lips were caressing her, never mind anything else.
“Ahmmm,” she fought to get her brain in gear, thinking of the rooms around them. “At this time of day? No, not unless you want an audience.”
“Fuck that,” he said, his voice low and deep. “You’re all mine. First time’s just for us.”
Maria felt herself gush with wetness at his possessiveness and all she could offer was a weak, “Yeah.”
So Michael pushed off the wall, with her in his arms and set off in the direction she had given, Maria’s head buried in his neck, nibbling seductively.
“Shit, Maria,” he groaned, halfway down the west corridor, “this place is fucking huge.”
Maria smiled lasciviously at him as she dipped her hand between their bodies and palmed him through his jeans, the back of her hand surreptitiously rubbing against her own ache at the same time as her body pressed against his. “Yes,” she said, with a slow grin. “Huge.”
Michael had to stop walking, and he again braced her against a wall and ground into her hand, forcing more pressure on her hand and her own core. “How much further?”
Her eyes fluttered closed at the pressure he was creating against her, the pleasure building within her already. “Almost there,” she whispered as she pushed herself against him.
He laughed at her double meaning, “Really?” Maria echoed his laugh as she opened her eyes and looked at him.
“For fuck’s sake, Michael, I was almost there in the club when you kissed me,” Maria said with her sexy grin. She turned her head to the side. “Just follow the corridor around that corner, and my door will be in front of you.”
Michael crushed his lips to hers in another brutal kiss, pushing into her again.
She pulled her lips from his, “Shit, Michael, just move it, will you?”
“I thought I was,” he said with a grin.
Maria actually rolled her eyes at him. “Move your feet, Michael, down the corridor and into my bedroom.”
“Oh, I love a woman who knows how to command,” Michael said with a lopsided grin.
“And I love a man who knows when to shut up and do as he’s told,” she said, her eyes irridescent with mischief.
Michael pushed them from the wall again and followed the corridor,leading around the corner, and finally to the door that led to her room, again leaning her against it so he could kiss her without having to concentrate on keeping them upright.
Maria’s hand moved behind her back, and she opened the door. They fell through, Maria landing on the floor with Michael on top of her.
“Shit,” they said in unison, and their eyes met as they laughed. Their laughter stopped when their look changed to something they both recognized; Lust, with a capital L.
Maria’s hands went straight to the shirt Michael was wearing, pulling at the opening and tearing the buttons until they flew across the room. Her hands pushed the two panels aside so she could finally feel his hard chest beneath her small hands.
“We need to get a little further into the room, babe,” Michael moaned, his eyes closing at the feel of her thin, delicate fingers on his chest.
“Screw that,” she said, lifting her head slightly and sucking one of his nipples. When she was satisfied she had teased it to perfection, she pulled back. “Let’s just fuck here.”
“Ok,” Michael said and knelt up so he could shrug his shirt off. He threw it over her head into the room, and then he leaned down, grasped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. It landed on top of his shirt somewhere in the room. It wasn’t until he looked back down that he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. He lost no time in closing his lips around one pert nipple, convinced it was taunting him and daring him to touch it.
Maria moaned under him at the feel of his lips encasing her hard nipple, the wetness of his tongue as he suckled her and the bite of his teeth as he bit down gently. Her pelvis bucked up to him, silently demanding attention, too. She wound her fingers into his long hair, holding him to her breast. Her fingernails scraped his scalp lightly, sending shivers rippling down his back and causing him to moan against her nipple.
“Michael,” she rasped, breathlessly.
Michael’s hand found itself at the top of her shorts, and he pulled on the button, popping it easily, and sliding his fingers in, causing the zipper to lower at the bulk of his hand. He immediately came into contact with her heated core.
“Shit,” he moaned as a finger glided smoothly over her slick folds. Maria lifted her hips, trying to maneuver him deeper into her as he added another digit to the one already drenched in her juices.
“Oh God, Michael,” she cried out. “More ……..” She pulled him from her breast and brought his lips to her, demanding more, taking more.
Michael pulled away from her lips. “Maria, are you gonna be loud?” he asked with a smile.
She grinned up at him. “There is a possibility,” she said as she squirmed under his touch and moaned as he fleetingly touched her clit. “How about you?” she asked.
“God, I hope so,” he laughed then attacked her neck with his lips. ‘Wait,’ he thought, ‘I was going somewhere with this question, wasn’t I?’
He pulled his head back when he remembered. “We have to get inside then,” he said as he lifted his lips to just below her ear. “And shut the door.”
Maria lifted her head slightly and laughed as she realized they were sprawled across the doorway to her room, the door still ajar. “Maybe that’s a good idea. Billy can be a bit of a prev.”
“Billy?” Michael looked at her. “One of the guys from the alley?”
Maria nodded. “His room is just over there,” she said indicating with her head over his shoulder, liking the territorial look she found in his eye.
“Then move your ass, Blondie,” he said and he pulled away from her body, so he was again kneeling between her legs.
Maria grinned at him as she sat up and grabbed hold of the front of his jeans. Then she started to wriggle back a little, further into the room, pulling Michael by his jeans as he followed her on his knees, her shorts sliding down as they went and polling around her ankles.
When her shorts were against Michael’s knees, he stumbled a little against the material; his hand landing on Maria’s hip to steady him.
“Sorry,” he said with a smile.
“I think the door can close now,” she said looking over his shoulder.
Michael tipped his head and agreed with a grunt.
Maria reached out with her leg to knock the door with her toe, but her movements were limited due to the shorts around her knees.
Michael smiled at her as he pushed her back down onto the floor, then he lifted the leg that she was trying to shut the door with, bending it at the knee, and, with only a small amount of difficulty from him and incredible flexibility from her, he pulled her leg free her shorts.
Maria grinned at him as she stretched her leg out again. This time, she concentrated, and the air around the door shifted, pulsating with energy. The molecules stopped moving, and the very fabric of the space around the door altered, as if it bent in on itself, then she tapped the door slightly with her toe, and the air shifted again, bouncing back into place and the door slammed shut with force. Her eyes shifted to Michael to see if he had noticed the change in the air, but he was too busy freeing her other leg from her shorts, and they whizzed over her head to join their tops.
Michael stared down at the body that was laid out before him, and he shook with a raw emotion he couldn’t understand. Oh, he understood the need, the want and the lust, but there was something else that smoldered just below the surface of his emotions that he didn’t understand. She was smiling up at him, a lazy, sexy smile that shot straight to his groin and made his dick twitch in anticipation.
“You’re overdressed,” she stated, her eyes on the zipper of his jeans. She moved to sit up, her hands reaching out to assist.
“Wait,” Michael said, his voice low and sensual.
Maria raised her eyebrow at him. “Wait!” she said incredulously.
He smirked at her as he again pushed her back onto the floor, “I just want to look at you a moment.”
Maria relaxed back onto the floor again, her lips twisting into a smile as she watched him rake his eyes over her. She lifted her right hand and trailed it up her body, lightly touching the side of her breast as she watched his eyes widen. He slapped her hand away, and she chuckled low in her throat.
His eyes wandered over her body, and he licked his lips, causing Maria to squirm more before him. He placed his hands on her body, feather light touches to her abdomen and sides that made Maria moan. He brushed his fingers against her breasts, following their natural curve, pressing lightly against the plumpness and cupping them as if to feel the weight, liking the way they fit neatly into his hands. His thumbs brushed against her nipples delicately, circling to include her areolas.
Maria had to close her eyes, the sensations running through her body too much. She wanted to watch him as he devoured her body with his eyes and he touched her with reverence. His hands lowered, sweeping softly against her skin, and his fingers glided over her, touching her seemingly everywhere at once. He stopped his movement again as the heels of his hands came to rest on her hip bones.
“Interesting tattoo,” he said as he bent forward and licked the area marred with black ink, two swirling lines, one going up and one going down, surrounding a small odd shape in the middle, just above her pubic bone and the small covering of blond curls that glistened with her wetness. “What does it mean?”
“Fucked if I know,” she breathed out haltingly, the feel of lips so close to where she desperately needed them almost too much for her.
Michael lifted his head slightly and smirked at her. “Then why did you have it tattooed onto your body?”
Maria shrugged, noncommittally, “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Michael lowered his eyes to her body again, pleased that he was now closer to her skin. He frowned slightly at the thin white line that traced beneath her right breast came into view. It was so faint he hadn’t noticed it when he was kneeling above her, and he reached a finger out, tracing the scar and wondering how she had gotten it. It was his understanding that the units healed completely, leaving no scars, as he did not have one from his gunshot wound. “And this?” he whispered, his breath tickling her.
Maria shuddered and flicked her eyes to his. He was studying the scar intently. “Bad puppy,” she said softly.
He looked up into her eyes to find they were dark. He pulled back slightly, his eyes again roaming over her. He saw another scar line across her ribs, low on her body, and another just above the hip bone on her left side. He looked back at her, and her eyes were closed this time. He wasn’t sure he believed a puppy would scar her like this, and he filed it away with other questions to be asked at a later date.
Maria opened her eyes again and smiled at Michael. “Michael,” she whimpered, wriggling a little, bringing his attention back to her.
He smiled gently and he leaned up and into her, kissing her fervently, his hand finally returning to her heated core, and he brushed his fingers against her again, slipping way too easily into her.
“God, yes,” she breathed out, her hips lifting a little from the floor and into his touch.
“You’re so hot,” he whispered against her shoulder where he was sucking not so gently.
“So are you,” she chuckled, her hands brushing over his wide muscular back. She shifted her arms so she could reach further down and slid both her hands into the back of his jeans, pulling him closer to her.
“Michael,” she moaned as his fingers stroked her clit oh-so-lightly, then they danced away again, moving lower and back inside her body. “We need to get rid of these,” she said, pulling on his jeans as she opened her legs a little wider, giving him more access to her.
“Shit, Maria,” Michael grunted, feeling her juices running down his hand. Now how was he supposed to remove his pants without moving his hand from her?
While his mind was trying to come up with a solution to his problem, Maria shifted her legs up. Again, the air shifted around them, and in a flash, she moved, and Michael was on his back, the wind rushing from his lungs and a bewildered look on his face as he stared up at the pixie above him, straddling his thighs and unfastening his jeans.
“Holy fuck, you can move,” he said, his grin wide as she pulled his zipper down.
“You have no idea,” she laughed.
He lifted his hips so she could tug his jeans down as much as she could with her body restricting his movements. Maria pulled both jeans and boxers together, and finally he was free, his dick waving at her, invitingly, hard and pulsing.
“Fuck, Michael, you’re huge,” she groaned. He had looked big earlier when she had blatantly ogled him in the unit, but now she was closer she could say without a doubt he was huge, very impressive, and her insides quaked in anticipation of what he would feel like buried deep within her.
She looked at him to see him watching her intently with a wicked smile. Her hand reached out, and she took hold of his dick firmly, pumping slowly as Michael let his head drop back to the floor with a slight bang. “God, Maria,” he said, his eyes closing at the feel of her small hand surrounding his dick. He pushed his hips up, forcing himself more into her touch, and she added a little more pressure.
“Is that ok?” she whispered and giggled softly at his quick nod. Her thumb swept quickly over the head, catching the pre-cum already glistening there, and Michael moaned deep in his throat. Maria leaned forward and blew over the top of his sensitive dick, watched as it twitched in her hand, and chuckled when Michael cussed loudly. She brought her lips to the tip, kissing it almost chastely, and Michael had to laugh at that.
When she heard him, she lifted her head to grin wickedly at him, and then she lowered her head again taking him fully into her mouth. She sucked softly on the tip and then moved lower, her lips gliding easily over his length.
“Oh shit, Maria,” Michael groaned at the feel of her hot mouth surrounding him, “Oh yeah,” he added when she moved up and down, her hand pumping him from the base, her mouth providing a delicious mix of pressure and softness.
“Fuck,” he said and pulled at her arm. She lifted her head from him, her eyes concerned.
“What?” she asked. Michael shook his head. “Now, Maria,” he said hoarsely, his eyes dark with his need. “I need to be in you,” he pulled her body up his so he could kiss her, deep and hard. “Now.”
He watched as Maria’s bright green eyes darkened several shades until they appeared almost black, and she grinned back at him and said, “Now,” softly.
Michael just nodded and watched as Maria inched back down his body, her lips grazing against his chest, lifting her hips so she could skim her core against his hard dick until she was resting again against the tops of his thighs just above where his jeans remained. He could feel her wetness on his thighs, and he growled at the sensation.
He’d had enough with the foreplay, and he just wanted to bury himself in her soft, wet center. He lifted his upper body, his hands on her hips, and he lifted her, moving her forward as she held his dick while he pulled her down onto him, impaling her in one swift stroke.
Michael watched as Maria’s face contorted into a dozen emotions at once, but the most prominent one being bliss: pure bliss. He would have bet serious money that his own face mirrored hers.
She looked far better than any erotica he had ever seen, sitting there with his dick buried deep inside her, stretching her most intimate places, her eyes dark with need and lust, her lips swollen from his kisses and slightly open, her nipples pert and begging to be touched. And the best part was that she was his.
“Mine,” he growled before he could stop himself, and Maria looked down at him in surprise, her mind racing at his implication. She could feel her brain start to work, trying to reason out that one word, mine, but she shook her head, pushing the thoughts away. This wasn’t exactly the right time or place for deep and meaningful conservations with herself.
“Shit, Michael,” Maria gasped out as a smile spread across her face.
“Did I hurt you, babe?” he asked, suddenly thinking of the force he had used to get her where she was.
Maria just shook her head as she savored the feel of his steel hard dick inside her. His hands on her moved around to clasp her ass, and he rocked her forward. “I need you to move, Maria,” his hissed.
Maria moved her hands to his chest, her fingers brushing against his nipples, and she twisted one gently between her fingers as she pressed down on her hands and began moving above him, slowly and gently.
Michael’s head hit the floor again at the feel of her moving above him, his dick moving easily within her slick walls, her juices running from her like a dripping faucet. He hissed when her nails dug into his chest as she moved more, her hips rolling and pumping against him. His eyes were drawn to where their bodies crashed against each other, and he watched, mesmerized, as her body swallowed his over and over again.
“More,” he said, breathing hard.
“More!” she answered with her eyebrow raised. At his wordless nod, she added more pressure against his chest and moved quicker.
“Oh shit, Michael,” she panted.
“Yeah,” he said, one hand gripped her hard on her hip, the other lifted to caress a breast, pinching her nipple. He sat up quickly, changing the angle of his shaft within her as his lips latched onto her other breast, and Maria’s head fell back in pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” she cried, his dick hitting her in just the right place and his teeth grazing her nipple. She clung to him desperately, her body moving as if independently of her mind.
“I need more, Maria,” Michael said, against her breast.
“OK,” she said simply and pulled his face up to her, kissing him gently, despite the frantic movements of their lower bodies.
He moved her, rolling them so she was beneath him and didn’t even break his stroke.
“You ok?” he asked softly, looking down at her, his body slowing slightly. He needed to make sure she was all right before he really went for it.
She looked up at him, her hands on his sides, stroking gently. “Fuck yeah,” she grinned.
She watched as his eyes closed at the new sensations brought on by their different position. She moved her legs, wrapping one around him, as he lifted the other up high against his ribs, opening her more, and he sank deeper into her. He leaned down to her, moving against her as she answered him thrust for thrust, his lips crashing against hers, their hips met again and again, demanding, persistent and unrelenting.
He pulled away breathing hard against her shoulder, his movements never haltering.
“Harder, Michael,” she panted, her hands again reaching for his ass, pulling him against her, “More, oh God, please more.”
“Shit, Maria, yeah” he growled as he moved faster, pounding into her at a ferocious pace. He moved his hand to grab hers from where she had grabbed his ass. He entwined his fingers with hers and moved their hands up and over her head, his other hand on the floor beside her body, holding as much weight off her as he could. She moved her other hand to rest on his shoulder as she smiled at the feel of him hammering deeper and deeper into her, and that blessed swirling sensation began to build within her.
Their bodies slid easily against each other, their sweat mingling and becoming one, as their bodies became one.
“Michael,” she whimpered and she closed her eyes, her face a picture of pure pleasure.
“God, you’re so tight, so fucking good.” Michael growled and she opened her eyes to look at him again as she contracted her inner muscles around his length. “Oh God, Maria, you feel fucking amazing.”
“You….feel..…amazing,” she answered in an haltering breath as he pushed her harder and harder, their bodies moving hard against the floor with every thrust, and Maria shivered at the feeling, thankful her back was healed.
“So close,” he said, his lips on her neck, sucking and biting.
“Yes, God, yes,” was all she could answer, with her body ready to explode.
“Oh God, cum Maria, cum for me, oh fucking God Maria.” Michael couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth, his body balancing on the edge, leaning over and just waiting for her to join him.
“Shit, Michael, you’re so good, so fucking good, I……..I……. shit,” and then she exploded, screaming his name.
“Maria,” was all he could articulate as he followed her over the edge, exploding within her, her walls milking him as he fell freely with her. He thrust into her a few more times before he collapsed upon her, no longer able to keep his weight off her and burying his head in her neck.
They breathed in sync with each other, as if their hearts had mated together just as their bodies had, both trying desperately to catch their breath and regain some sort of control. Michael could feel her legs twitching around him and even her inner muscles convulsed slightly in time to their hearts, and she wrapped her free hand around his shoulders holding him close to her, her other hand still entwined with his above her head.
Michael turned his head slightly and tipped it back so he could see Maria. She still had her eyes closed, her lips parted and a thin sheen of sweat covering her. Her breasts rose with each intake of breath, and he found it intoxicating. He was still buried deep inside her, and his dick twitched again.
Maria smiled when she felt his tiny movement within her, and she couldn’t resist moving her hips against him.
Michael couldn’t even move, he just groaned and smiled at her. She opened her eyes and turned her head to his.
“You know,” she said, breathlessly, “I was under the impression that you had good stamina.”
“Yeah, usually,” he said, his breath tickling her neck.
“That’s false representation, buddy,” she said, running her hand up and down his back.
“Give me a minute,” he said, then kissed her neck. “I was shot yesterday. You do remember that, don’t you?”
“A poor excuse if ever I heard one,” she responded with a laugh.
He finally let go of her small hand and traced his fingers down her arm and onto her breast, stroking the side gently.
“You are incredible,” he stated, his voice slightly in awe.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” she replied, her hand moving to his ass.
He looked down to the place where their bodies were still joined “I’d better move,” he said but still didn’t make any movement.
“Yeah, probably,” she said slowly, though her one leg was still wrapped around him and the other caught under his body. Michael moved his hand further down her body to her hip and then along the length of her thigh wrapped around him. “You have the most fabulous legs, babe.”
Maria tilted her head to him. “You think?” she asked.
“Good God, Maria, I know,” he said, “I knew the moment I saw you in that club.” He reached over and kissed her tenderly. “Shit, Maria, the whole club knew it.”
Maria giggled, “I was always told to show off my best attributes.”
“One of many,” he said with a grin as his hand palmed her breast.
She chuckled low in her throat at his innuendo.
“The very air stopped in that club when I saw your legs, you know,” he continued, his hand constantly moving over her. “I could hardly breathe.”
Maria looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, “Really?” she queried. “The air stopped moving?”
“Corny, I know,” he said with a laugh. “Don’t hold it against me. It probably won’t happen again.”
Maria laughed nervously, but luckily Michael had fastened his lips around her nipple so he didn’t catch it.
“Michael,” she shivered. “We need to get up from the floor. It’s kinda hard.”
Michael looked up at her, “Not yet, Maria, but it won’t take long,” he said wriggling his eyebrows.
She laughed at him, slapping his shoulder half-heartedly. “Move it, Michael.”
Michael finally moved away from her, moving her legs from him and pulling his half flaccid member from her. They both moaned at the loss.
“Shit,” Michael said, looking down at her dripping core, his eyes drawn to their combined fluid that trickled from her.
Maria leaned up on her arms. “What’s wrong?”
He looked at her, “I’m sorry, Maria. We forgot the condom.”
“Shit,” Maria echoed, and she, too, looked down at herself and then at him.
Michael looked at her, his eyebrow raised. “Are we ok?” he asked.
“I’m on the pill, if that’s what you’re asking,” she said as she sat up more. Michael rocked on his heels and stood up and then laughed.
“What?” she asked, also standing.
“Not only did we forget the condom, but I didn’t even get my shoes and socks off.”
Maria laughed as she took him in, standing in front of her with his jeans and boxers around his thighs and his shoes still on.
“Well, Michael, better get rid of them if you want to join me in the shower,” she said as she walked away from him and headed to a door on the other side of the room.
Michael walked over to the huge bed along one side of the vast room. “Shit, Maria, I think your room is bigger than my apartment.” He heard Maria’s low laugh from the bathroom.
It was an impressive room, tastefully decorated with expensive-looking furniture. The large bed that dominated the room looked like even he could get lost in it, and there was an expanse of windows along one side letting in the late afternoon sunshine. At least, he thought it was late afternoon. He heard the shower start and quickly took off his shoes and socks. He removed his jeans and boxers and laid them across a piece of furniture he thought was called a chaise longue, but he would never admit to anyone he knew that. He pulled his wallet out oh the back pocket of his jeans and opened it. He took the couple of condoms out that he had stored in there, not sure if she would have any, and dropped them on the bed on his way to the bathroom.
Even the bathroom was massive. It had a sunken tub along one wall with a double vanity across it, while the third wall housed an incredible walk-in shower and a door that obviously led to the toilet. He opened the door to the shower and stepped through.
“Shit, Babe,” he said, “Can I move into your shower?”
The shower had two big shower heads and seven more that jutted out of the walls, one clearly removable. There were built-in shelves in the tiled wall that held bottle upon bottle of Maria’s shower stuff. She obviously thought she needed that many bottles for that perfect shower and a music system in the wall. There was even a large bench strategically located across the back of the shower.
She laughed when she saw him eye the bench. “I can be extremely lazy sometimes,” she said.
“I bet,” he laughed.
Maria stood under one of the shower heads and looked at him as he stood under the other.
“I bet you can fit 10 people in here,” he said.
“More like 12,” she countered with a smile.
“Can I ask you something?” Maria said before tipping her head back slightly and running her fingers through her wet hair.
“Sure,” he said, the warm water cascading around his body.
Maria looked back at him and her eyes caught on a rivet of water, and she tracked it with her eyes, moaning slightly when it finally disappeared into the dark curls surrounding his semi-hard dick.
“Maria,” he prompted with a smile.
“Mmmm,” she said, slowly bringing her eyes back to him. “Oh right,” suddenly remembering she was talking. “Do you often have sex with a condom, Michael?” she asked, and then she turned and grabbed some shower gel from the shelf.
Michael watched her pour some sweet-smelling gel onto a sponge and rub it over her body. He was mesmerized as his eyes followed the soap suds as they glided over her body sensually.
“Michael,” she laughed, watching his face as he watched her.
“Yeah, what?” he said, snapping out of his haze to look into her radiant green eyes. He shook his head. “Sorry, no, not as a rule. I don’t have sex without a condom, but there may have been a couple of exceptions to that rule.” He took a step toward her, no longer able to keep away, his hand following the suds. “How about you?”
She shook her head, a smile on her face, leaning into his touch a little.
“Do you want me to get tested?” he asked, sliding his hand down to her ass.
“Do you mind?” she asked, bringing the sponge to his body and rubbing it gently across his chest.
“Not at all,” he answered, sighing at her gentle caresses as she washed him. “A person has to protect themselves.”
“I get tested every six months,” she provided. “Company policy. For STD’s and drugs.”
“Ok,” he said.
“You can check my most recent results from Liz, if you want,” she said as she knelt in front of him, washing his legs.
“No need, Maria,” he said, as she swept up the inside of his leg with the sponge. “I’ll make an appointment at my clinic as soon as I leave here.”
Maria looked up from where she knelt between his legs, “Liz can do it for you. And you’ll get the results quicker than if you use a clinic.”
“You think she’ll do it for me?” he asked as he held a hand to her face.
“Yeah, she’ll do it,” Maria said as she dropped the sponge and took his dick in her hand and she glanced up at him as she moved her hand in slowly torturous strokes and watched his eyes close as he leaned into her a little. She gripped him a little harder increasing the pressure but didn’t speed up her movements and smiled when he groaned with frustration. She trailed her other hand from his hip around to grip his ass, digging her nails in slightly and he growled low in his throat and pushed further into her hand, trying to make her go faster. She ignored his silent request and continued at an agonizing slow pace.
“Fuck, Maria,” he growled out. “Faster.”
Maria just smiled mischievously up at him and blew across the tip slowly.
“You’re killing me here, babe,” he said low.
“Torture’s a bitch,” she laughed.
“Yeah, but I have to admit,” he twisted a hand into her wet hair, “I love your torture method.”
“Yeah,” she smiled with a raised eyebrow.
“Shit, yeah,” he sighed. He couldn’t really believe it, but he thought he was actually gonna burst without her speeding up, and he had never cum through slow movements before. Just with her on her knees between his legs, her delicate hand encasing him and her luscious lips so close to his dick was sending him dangerously close to the tipping point.
“You know payback’s a bitch, too, right?” he asked with a smile.
“God, I hope so,” she countered and leaned forward a little to lick just above her hand on the underside of his manhood; wet, short, torturous flicks of her fantastic tongue. Michael moaned in response to this new torture, the feeling of his release building already.
“Oh God, Maria, just….. please,” he said.
“Please what?” she said, looking up at him from under her lashes, surprisingly demure.
“Please just…… anything, babe just ……please,” Michael begged, this was also something new to him: him begging. Normally, it was whichever woman he was with that did the begging.
“I think I like you begging, Michael, though it would be better if you were on your knees,” she looked down at his dick again, “though that would make this harder to do.”
And she took his dick into her mouth and pumped her hand quicker. She moved her mouth up and down over his velvet flesh in a steady rhythm, sucking every time she reached the top. Michael wound his other hand into her hair, trying hard not to force himself further into her mouth. He knew he was bigger than the average man, and he didn’t want to hurt her.
It wasn’t long before he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, and he held Maria’s head gently, pulling her from him. He just managed to twist his hips away from her face when he exploded into the air, his semen landing on the shower floor and washing away.
“Michael,” Maria pouted. “That’s twice you’ve denied me.”
‘Oh shit,’ Michael thought, watching her pout, panting slightly from his orgasm. ‘Now that is an evil weapon.’
“Maria,” he said tenderly, helping her up off her knees, “I don’t want to cum inside you without a condom until you’ve got the results of my test.”
“A bit late for that, isn’t it?” she laughed as she stretched up to kiss him.
“Yeah, and I’m sorry, Maria,” he said, holding her cheek in his hand.
“We were both involved, Michael, you can’t take all the blame on yourself,”
Michael nodded and pulled her to him to kiss her passionately. His hands moved gently over her back, caressing her, until he reached her ass and then lifted her into his arms.
He pulled away and looked into her eyes, so open and full of passion. “What are the chances one of those shelves holds some condoms?”
Maria leaned in to kiss his neck, sucking softly on his pulse point. “Second shelf, waterproof box, near the back.”
“You know, you are unbelievable,” he said with a smirk.
“It has been mentioned a couple of times,” she said with a sexy grin. He moved her over to the wall beside the shelves and braced her there so he could reach for the box she indicated. She hissed slightly at the feel of the cool tiles behind her back, and he smirked at her. It took him a minute or two, but eventually, his hand came away with a foil packet between his fingers. Of course, it would have been easier if she hadn’t have been intent on leaving her mark on his body, just above his left nipple.
He kissed her deeply again as he ground his rapidly hardening dick into her, one hand on her ass with a condom between his fingers, holding her against the wall. His other hand tightly gripped her thigh, and he trailed it upward until he reached the apex of her legs, gently caressing her.
Maria’s head snapped back against the wall at the feel of his fingers against her clit.
“Shit,” she moaned, and Michael chuckled against her shoulder.
Maria wound her hand between their bodies as well and clasped his dick, pumping quicker than she did earlier. It only took a few strokes, and he was hard and needy again. She took the foil packet from Michael, opened it quickly and covered his erection with the latex.
She moved his dick to her opening, and Michael removed his fingers from her and watched as she guided him into her. When he was halfway inside of her, he lifted her hand away, kissed her palm and placed it on his shoulder and then he watched her intently as pushed all the way in.
“Oh, Michael,” she said, her voice light, as if in awe. “You fill me completely.”
“Is it good?” he asked, not moving yet.
“Soooooo good,” she answered with a smile. She rotated her hips against him in a slow movement, watching him as she moved against him; he was smiling at her.
“Are you gonna move or are you expecting me to do all the work here?” she asked, with a slow grin.
“Well you seem to be doing perfectly well on your own,” he said with his sexy half smile.
“Please, Michael,” she whimpered, “Will you just move?”
“Now who’s begging?” he said as he latched on to a breast, tasting the shower gel she
had used earlier to wash herself, and he moved against her, matching her movements.
“Yes,” she let out slowly.
“God, Maria,” Michael said, pulling away from her breast. “You feel so good.”
“Mmmm, you too,” she said moving her arm against the wall as if looking for some purchase as he moved quicker, her other arm holding him close.
“It won’t be long, babe,” he growled against her neck.
“OK,” she said and she moved her free head to her clit and rubbed gently.
“Shit, Maria,” Michael laughed, slapping her hand away and taking over the job himself, his other hand holding her up between his body and the wall.
“Fuck, yeah,” Maria cried, her arm back against the wall.
“Fuck, yeah,” he echoed, pounding into her mercilessly now. Scared he was going to drop her, he abandoned her clit and prayed he could finish her without the added stimulation. He held on to her hips, gripping almost painfully, regretting the bruises she would have but unable to stop himself.
Maria’s hands grasped at his back, pulling him closer, her nails scraping painfully at his shoulder blades, and she silently cursed the marks she was leaving.
He grinned against her as a string of expletives fell from her oh so luscious lips, followed by, “God, Michael. Yes, fuck me.”
He couldn’t answer her. Hearing her ask him to fuck her, that sent him into a frenzy, and he was sure he was hurting her as he slammed into her relentlessly. He managed a soft, “Sorry,” against her shoulder, though he was unsure if she actually heard him.
Maria moved her hands from his back to turn his head to her, and she kissed him with abandon. Their tongues battling, echoing their lower bodies until she tore her lips from his with a scream of his name as her orgasm ripped through her.
He followed her straight over the edge when she opened her eyes and looked straight into his. His body pumped into hers a few more times as he filled the condom, watching her flushed face glow and her eyes sparkle.
“Holy fuck, Maria,” was all he could say as he finally leaned against her, praying the wall would hold her because he didn’t think he could anymore.
