Lovers in law (10 page)

She looked at her face in the
mirror beside the front door and winced at both the bruise on her
cheek and her split lip where Daniel’s teeth had bitten into
her.

“Do you want me to call the
police?” I said, figuring it would serve Daniel right if she
pressed charges. “God knows what would have happened if I hadn’t
have arrived when I did.”

She shook her head. “Men like that
rarely get what’s coming to them. I’ll chalk it up to experience
and give him a wide berth from now on. I think you warned him off
for me.”

She turned toward me, the thanks
ready on her lips but, when she saw my face, she let out a cry of
dismay. “Oh no. Look at you,” she said, laying her fingers tenderly
against my cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

A glance in the mirror showed a
trail of blood coming from my split eyebrow and a grazed cheek
where I’d stumbled against the wall. Not very attractive, and
certainly not in keeping with my reputation as one of the country’s
top barristers, even though they were battle scars earned in a good
cause.

I have to admit I liked the idea of
being fussed over by Nurse Allie and let her sit me down on one of
the high stools in her kitchen. She slipped off my jacket, undid my
bow tie and loosened the top three buttons of my shirt before
taking her medical kit out of a cupboard.

“You’re going to have a lovely
black eye in the morning,” she said, washing away the trail of
blood and examining my split brow.

To get a closer look, she pushed my
knees apart and stood between my thighs, her hands either side of
my face so she could twist it to the light. Had she leaned forward
an inch more she could have kissed me and I held my breath,
silently begging her to do it. Instead, she pinched the split skin
on my brow together and applied a couple of steri-strips to close
the wound.

“You’ll live,” she said,
suppressing a smile. “But you’re not quite so good looking as you
were.”

“I don’t know. Some women go for
the rough and ready hero type.”

I expected her to move away but,
instead, she put her arms around my shoulders and pulled herself
closer. “As you got those scars in a battle for my honour, I
suppose I ought to thank you properly,” she said, her lips against
my cheek and her hand creeping its way down inside my collar.
“Every girl likes to be rescued now and then.”

“How do you intend thanking me?” I
asked, thinking I ought to clarify. While I waited for an answer my
hands moved onto that perfectly rounded arse that had been
tormenting me all evening. It clenched against my palms, forcing
her pubic bone up against my cock which, by now, had taken on a
life of its own. I sighed contentedly.

“I need to ask another favour
first,” Allie said, tilting her chin upwards so I could see the
split in her lip. “Would you mind kissing me so I can see whether I
need to sue for personal injuries.” She pulled back playfully as I
moved forward. “Only for evidential reasons, you understand. Just
to assess the level of damage.”

“I understand perfectly,” I said,
undoing the clip holding her hair up on top of her head and running
my fingers through it to shake it free. “I’ll be very professional
about it.”

Just in case her lips were painful,
I let my mouth fall gently against hers and kissed her tentatively.
She responded immediately, her lips flowering against mine, her
mouth parting and drawing me in.

Kissing Allie in my office,
or in a dark doorway – where we might have been disturbed at any
moment – had been exciting enough but knowing there was a locked
door between us and the rest of the world, made us lose all sense
of restraint.

Our mouths fitted together
perfectly, her soft lips submitting to mine as I kissed her more
and more forcefully. She tasted so good. Hot and sweet. Her eager
responses urging me to go further. My tongue explored her mouth and
she sucked on it, passion slowly coming to the boil in that
irresistible body of hers and spilling over into mine.

Frustrated by only being able to
reach under my collar, Allie pulled away slightly to give her hands
room to undo my shirt buttons. No fumbling in the darkness this
time. Within seconds she had my shirt stripped back across my
shoulders, imprisoning my arms at my sides while her hands
memorised every touchable inch of me.

Her lips left mine for the first
time and she stared down at my body, licking her lips as if she
wanted to devour me. Her kisses had me breathing hard by now and
she watched the rise and fall of my chest as her fingertips traced
the hollows along the edges of my muscles. Without warning, she
lunged forward for a kiss and pinched hard on my nipples, sending
exquisite pain down every nerve ending and into my cock.

I lost control and moaned against
her lips.

She could do what she liked with
me. If she wanted to strip me naked and torment my body to ecstasy,
I wouldn’t be putting up any kind of a fight.

My shirt hit the floor and I
reached for her again. I wished now I’d paid more attention to her
dress and worked out how to take it off – not that I’d thought I’d
get this lucky. Instead, my hands dipped down to her hem and slid
the black silk further up her thighs.

I moved slowly – I didn’t want to
frighten her off when I was already half naked – but she bit down
on my lip and laced her fingers in my hair as she held her breath
in anticipation.

I couldn’t help the happy sigh that
escaped me as my hands reached her stocking tops and then the
delicious, naked thighs above them.

Allie’s resistance had melted away
with mine and she moved her hips, freeing her dress so I could push
it right up over that beautiful bum of hers.

It was luscious. Peachy. Even
softer and smoother than I’d imagined. And each naked cheek fitted
perfectly into the palm of my hand as if it had been waiting for me
to discover it all this time.

Allie pushed in harder
between my legs and thought of her naked pussy separated from my
cock only by my suit trousers sent me over the edge. A groan of
pleasure and anticipation came from deep within me and I squeezed
her lovely arse. Her smooth skin felt cool to the touch.

“You’re cold,” I whispered.

“Then you’d better think of ways to
warm me up,” she said thrusting her hips against my groin, the
invitation loud and clear.

I didn’t need asking twice.

I slid one hand down over her
arse and into the sweet spot between her legs. Her hot, wet pussy
begged me to lose my fingers inside it so I slid two in at
once.

Allie gasped and ground
herself down onto my hand. The muscles clenched around my fingers,
drawing them in deeper, the inside of her pussy like a velvet
sheath.

In my fantasies, I’d imagined my
cock buried up to the hilt inside her silken sex and it now
throbbed in anticipation.

My fingers slid out of her and
explored the folds between her legs, finding the hard nub of her
clit. Rubbing it gently with one finger made Allie spasm against me
and cry out as her legs buckled. I pressed harder, rubbing
rhythmically, and her hips picked up the tempo.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “It feels
so good.”

But not good enough. I knew I could
do better.

Still holding her tightly
against me, I stood up and lifted her onto the stool. I forced her
thighs apart and dropped to my knees so I could get a good look at
that soft, silky pussy.

Before Allie could argue, I
plunged my tongue inside it. The heat seared my lips as I inhaled
her musky scent. The perfume of sex. The taste of fucking. And I
could never get enough of it.

She cried out again and
wrapped her hands around my head, guiding my tongue and
surrendering herself entirely to pleasure. No matter how much her
brain was telling her to stop, her body was overruling it and she’d
passed beyond the point of hesitation.

Instead, she spread her legs wider
and pleaded with me to make her come. How could I resist?

My lips pinched at her clit and I
sucked hard. Her moans came from somewhere so deep within her I
felt the vibrations against my mouth like sensual music.

Her pussy grew wetter against my
chin and I licked my lips, devouring her before I plunged my
fingers back inside her, stretching her wide.

“Fuck me here,” she begged as my
tongue flicked back and forth across her clit. “I want you right
now. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

But I wasn’t ready for that just
yet. Oral sex and a quick fuck against the kitchen cabinets wasn’t
good enough for my first time with Allie. I wanted her naked on a
bed, pinned against the sheets by my body, her endless legs wrapped
around my back and screaming out my name.

I pulled away and grinned up at her
as every muscle in her body tensed, ready for orgasm.

“Not here,” I said, standing
up.

“Yes! Here. And now!”

Her hands were on my belt,
struggling to undo it, sexual frustration making her surprisingly
strong. I grasped her wrists and pulled her off the stool, backing
away slowly towards her open bedroom door.

“Let’s do this properly the first
time,” I said, hooking a hand behind her knees and sweeping her up
into my arms.

I moved by instinct, unable
to see as Allie’s lips took possession of mine, and I half-walked,
half-stumbled towards her bed. I lay her down gently upon the
pillows, our mouths still locked together, my cock now straining
against my trousers.

Her hand cupped my balls and
massaged gently as I pulled her against me, never anticipating that
the evening would have ended with me stretched out half naked on a
bed next to Allie Lawless.

She looked so beautiful with
her dark hair spread out across the pillow and her lips flushed
from kissing. She smiled up at me and wrapped her legs around my
hips, pulling me between her thighs.

“You said you wanted a locked door
and a bed,” she reminded me, flicking open the button on my
trousers. “So what’s stopping you?”

Absolutely nothing.

By now my cock was so hard it was
begging me to reward it with a taste of that silken pussy but I
wanted to take my time. Allie’s body was a mystery to me, and I
wanted to see, taste and touch every inch of it before I passed the
point of no return.

Allie was as impatient as my cock
however, and already had my trousers undone while her mouth was
igniting my chest with kisses. Her lips found my nipple and bit
down hard. I cursed at the pain but then demanded she do it again.
I adore a little rough play – on any part of my body – and sex with
a tigress had its attractions. Particularly when it came dressed in
black silk and high heels.

“How do I get your dress off?” I
gasped, my hands already back up under the hem and stroking her
molten sex.

“Perhaps you’d rather watch
me do it.” She rolled over on top of me so I was pinned to the
bed.

Not that I was complaining. There
are worse things than being half naked beneath a sexy woman who’s
about to strip for you.

Allie sat astride me, her wet pussy
resting against my abdomen, reminding me of all the treats I still
had in store. I slid my hands up her thighs until they found that
peachy arse again and I held on tight. There was no way either of
us were going anywhere just yet.

She twisted round and reached
under her arm to free the hook holding the top of the zip closed. I
couldn’t take my eyes off those red fingernails and my mouth
watered at the thought of those luscious breasts spilling over the
top of that dress and straight into my hands.

I love breasts. Just like I love
peachy arses, silken thighs and hot, wet pussies. How lucky was I
to find everything so beautifully wrapped up in one tasty
package?

Talk about being lost in the
moment. My imagination was running ten strides ahead and my cock
had completely lost patience with my decision to take things this
slowly. Pre-cum soaked my boxers – as if Allie’s sex weren’t
already wet and ready enough.

It therefore took a second or two
for either of us to register the sharp sound coming from the hall
and it wasn’t until the second buzz that the real world came
hurtling back in around us.

“That’s my door,” Allie said,
alarm clouding her face at the thought of Daniel Greene having
returned. “What do I do?”

“Ignore it,” I said. “With any luck
he’ll take the hint and leave.”

I smoothed my hands along Allie’s
thighs but she was too tense to respond and sat listening for the
sound again. It came a third time, long and insistent, and she
pulled away. I tried to hold on to her, to persuade her to leave
Greene alone, but she climbed off me and smoothed down her
dress.

“There are two men outside,” she
said, pulling back the curtain and looking down into the front
courtyard. “And neither of them is Daniel Greene.”

The thought crossed my mind that he
might have called in some extra muscle to finish the job he’d
started but I doubted even Greene would sink that low. I therefore
went out into the hall and pressed the intercom.

“Is that Mr Byrne?” a
disembodied voice asked, sounding surprised that I’d answered.
“It’s the police. We’d like to talk to you.”

Allie’s face betrayed terror and
bewilderment in equal measure but I shook my head to tell her not
to worry.

“What do you want?” I asked,
knowing already that it wasn’t good news.

“It’s about an incident earlier
this evening involving you and Daniel Greene.”

“Oh no.” Allie’s hand flew to her
kiss-reddened lips as her eyes widened with shock.

I took charge to allay her fears.
“We can have this sorted out in less than a minute,” I told her,
feeling far more confident than I felt. Heaven only knew what kind
of story Greene had spun the police. “I’m letting them in so get
yourself covered up. And pass me my shirt.”