P I Honeytrap (3 page)

His hand pointed down the road. ‘Straight ahead. It’s just five minutes and then I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll think I’m Superman.’

So that was his delusion, was it? She’d known worse.

Hayley slammed the car into gear and rolled out of the parking lot with a covert tail, far in the distance. She was happy to see she’d trained her operatives well.

It was not the easiest thing to drive when your pussy was wet and wanting, but she kept her hands on the wheel as Tanner’s fingers massaged her mound through her panties. He was playing the devil with her sensitive clitoris and she was glad to see the hotel come into sight.

She drove past it. Tanner was so intent on getting past the crotch of her panties with his fingertips, he missed calling the turn. She waited for him to realise. Anything else would be surveillance 101 – classic error.

‘We’ve gone past it,’ Tanner said, looking for once away from her crotch to the road outside.

No shit. They were about 600 yards beyond. ‘You’ve got your mind on other things, sweetie.’

‘It’s on your wet little pussy for one thing. I want to get you out of those clothes and get my cock working it up to a creamy little frenzy. It needs a good fucking and I’m going to give it what it needs.’

‘Hold that thought.’ Hayley made a turn in the road as she watched Marty and Alice’s car drive straight by without any acknowledgement from either. She pulled into the hotel parking lot.

The only reaction from the receptionist was the usual you would expect when a man was obviously checking in for a night of hot sex with some little tramp who was clearly not his wife. The woman behind the desk had never seen Hayley before, as it was Paolo who had bribed her to allow him access to set up his technology. That room was held for a Mr Andrew Tanner without any acknowledgement from either party. There could be no inadvertent recognition of Hayley on the woman’s face, to give the game away.

Anything could be organised with a little planning and a hefty wodge of cash.

Tanner, grasping the keys to room 205, barely waited until the elevator doors had closed before pulling Hayley against his body again.

‘Oh baby.’

He nuzzled her neck, sending shivers up her spine, and placed his hands, palms spread, around each buttock, pressing her into his groin for a series of little thrusts and grinds which stimulated them both.

As the doors opened on the second floor, Hayley allowed herself to be dragged by the hand and watched Tanner fumble with the key card. He couldn’t get inside quickly enough. This was going to be a short night, she thought with some relief.

But she’d been wrong before.

Sometimes she couldn’t get away. Sometimes she didn’t want to. Those times, she would give Paolo the signal to turn off the cameras and go home. She wondered which sort of a night this would turn out to be.

‘Drink?’ Tanner asked, making for the minibar. He obviously liked his bourbon as much as he liked his adulterous sex.

‘Please.’ Hayley made for the bathroom. She didn’t intend to drink it. Or not much of it, anyway. Sometimes a slug hit the spot.

She locked the door and checked out the camera and microphone in there. Well disguised. Then she threw a hand towel to cover the lens temporarily. Paolo didn’t need to film her using the bathroom. She knew he’d be laughing at the maidenly gesture. She laughed herself.

A disembodied voice came through the door. ‘Not starting without me, are you?’

Shit. She must have laughed out loud. ‘Why would I need to do a thing like that, when I’ve got a stud outside waiting to do me real good? I’m just thinking about the fine time we’re going to have.’ She made a stupid face at the camera as she removed the towel and dried her hands on it. The footage would do for the next office party.

If you thought ahead, you didn’t get caught out.

Hayley fluffed up her hair in the mirror, checked her false eyelashes were still firmly attached, and went back to work.

Tanner had his jacket and tie off and the top few buttons of his shirt open. He wasn’t a bad looking guy for someone who burned the candle at both ends. Typical executive type. Well groomed. And right now a little bit drunk and hungry for sex. The bulge in his trousers hadn’t subsided one whit. It promised he had something to bring to the table.

‘Come here,’ Tanner called. He put his empty glass on the bedside cabinet. ‘It’s about time I got you out of those clothes.’

‘You don’t like them?’ she teased, walking over to stand in front of him.

‘I like them just fine. Especially that tiny, tight little skirt. My wi –’

Hayley knew he was about to blow it and tell her his wife never wore clothes like that for him.

She began to unbutton the rest of his shirt, ignoring his wayward comment. Hayley didn’t reckon, having met her, that his wife undressed him either. ‘You’re needing to get me naked.’ If he was going down, he might as well go down happy. And take her with him. Only fair: she’d be doing the same for him later.

She pulled the edges apart and ran her fingers over his chest. Firm enough, but not ripped like Reuben’s.

Damn. Where did that thought come from? Reuben had no business here. Now.

Tanner pulled the shirt over his shoulders and threw it to the ground. ‘Now it’s your turn.’ He lifted his hands to the buttons on her blouse and efficiently popped each one open, dragging the garment down her arms and depositing it on top of his shirt.

Idiot. Now he’d go home with his clothes smelling of her cheap perfume, no matter how much he showered. The guy deserved to get caught.

‘Oh baby. Your breasts are beautiful.’ Tanner stroked the backs of his fingers over the pushed-up globes.

The bra she’d chosen was a lacy little balcony model that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were tight and hard already, and he took a good look. He dropped his head and placed his mouth over the fabric, licking and sucking her flesh through it. The hot, wet scratchiness stimulated her nipples, sending arcs of shivering electricity straight through her body to her clit.

His hands lifted the weight of one breast free of the garment and squeezed it, forcing her nipple forward into his mouth again. He sucked hard, and the firm pull and tug dragged a cry from her throat. She stroked his hair at the nape of his neck, holding him against her.

‘You like that, baby?’ Tanner looked up into her face and gave a quick, hard smile. ‘Me too.’ He unhooked the bra, letting it drop to the floor, and rocked back to get a good perspective of her figure.

His hands balanced the twin mounds and he pressed and massaged them, agitating his thumbs over the hard peaks repeatedly. His face went down between them and he rubbed his jaw across first one and then the other, allowing the slight stubble of midnight beard growth to rasp deliciously across the taut tips.

Hayley felt it down between her legs. Her hips were undulating slowly backwards and forwards. ‘Andy?’

‘I know, baby. You want my cock in your body to make it feel better. I know.’ He reached behind her and opened her skirt. He tugged it down over her hips and she stepped out of it. ‘Leave your shoes on, baby. They excite me. You look so beautiful standing there.’

Hayley felt herself trembling. Not with fear. She knew this was a guy who wouldn’t try to hurt her. But she was only human. She was feeling the need. Sometimes she loved this job. He stroked his hand down her body, over her breasts, and across her stomach. Then he pulled her against him again. He revolved her so she was standing with her back crushed up to his chest.

Tanner walked her over to the full-length mirror.

A mirror guy. She’d met them before. Ones who liked to watch themselves having sex with a woman. They got the feel of the sex they were having and the extra thrill of being a voyeur, watching women have sex too. She got it. It kind of gave her a kick as well. Now she saw what Paolo saw. No wonder the poor guy had his tongue hanging out half the time. If anything was the definition of cock-tease, right now, she was it.

They stood before the mirror and both watched as Tanner massaged her breasts and rolled her nipples backwards and forwards between his thumb and fingers. It drove her excitement higher.

‘Oh you’re a hot, horny little bitch, baby,’ Tanner moaned. ‘You wanna be fucked?’ Hayley nodded her encouragement. ‘I’m gonna fuck your pussy good.’

His hands spread out over her belly, fingers pointing downwards. They lowered until the tips of his fingers were just beneath her panty line. They raked lower and lower over her mound; both Tanner and Hayley watching the movements of his knuckles through the triangle of fabric and the responding tiny jerks of Hayley’s pelvis as he stimulated her body.

‘Do you want my fingers on your clit, baby? Make it feel fine?’

He clearly liked to talk dirty and she didn’t mind either. ‘Do it, Andy. Make my clit shimmer.’

Tanner yanked the panties down around her thighs, where he left them. One arm crossed over her body to cup and squeeze her breast, teasing at her nipple with a frantic thumb while she writhed in his arms. His other hand moved between her thighs, his middle finger disappearing down the path between the lips of her pussy.

He worked his finger slowly up and down through her slick juices, circling her clitoris a couple of times on the ascent and dipping into her vagina on the descent. Hayley was rising on her toes in her stilettos, directing the pressure of his fingers to the exact spot which gave her most pleasure. She gave involuntary little yips as her tension mounted.

‘Oh baby, you are so fucking sexy. I’ve gotta fuck you. My cock’s about ready to blow.’

Tanner’s hand left its work in her pussy and, while he held her to him with a forearm around her waist, began tugging at his leather belt. He got it open one-handed and dealt with his button and zip the same way. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a condom, holding it up briefly so she could see he was going to take care of her.

He worked off his shoes and kicked out of his trousers, dragging his boxers down single-handedly. It was as if he was scared to let her go, in case she disappeared before his need was dispatched. He observed her nakedness in the mirror all the while.

He spun Hayley round in his arms again and, turning sideways to the mirror, placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees.

Hayley knelt beneath him. Her knees were together and her stiletto-encased feet apart. Tanner looked down past her shoulder and buttocks to see them. It must have given him a thrill. His cock twitched.

‘Please, baby?’ He was begging her to take him in her mouth. Well, just so long as he was prepared to return the favour.

Hayley cupped his balls in the palm of her hand and stroked and squeezed gently as his breath hitched. A risky tactic, letting a strange woman take control of a man’s balls, but it was their way of telling you they trusted you. Poor fool. She tickled her fingers over the soft skin, which sent a shiver through him. He aimed his cock but she took it from his hands into hers. If she did this to a stranger, she took control. But it didn’t stop her fantasising about the guy taking it back again and making her suck him. It got her hot.

She directed his penis into her mouth and Tanner impatiently jerked it forward. With lightning reflexes she jumped back. It happened twice more, until he got the message and stood still, if he wanted it to happen at all. She could tell it took him some effort. He wanted it sheathed in her warm throat. She sort of understood the feeling.

Hayley placed the very tip between her lips and flicked her tongue over it a number of times. She could hear Tanner moan in pleasure. She pressed his hot tip past her lips, up past the ridge and back out again.

‘That’s good, baby,’ he encouraged as she repeated the action, flicking her tongue like a snake around his pole, then laving it firmly.

Tanner’s guttural noises increased. Hayley glanced sideways to the mirror and watched Tanner, enjoying her expertise.

After a few minutes’ teasing, she slid her mouth over the length firmly, taking the thick rod down into her throat. She pulled backwards, ejecting it, followed by a number of firm yanks up and down its length with her enclosed fist. The suction on his rigid appendage drove Tanner crazy, especially as she made him wait eagerly each time, before she took him in her mouth again.

He reached down during one of these lulls and twisted her nipples to stimulate her into action again, over his needy cock. ‘Keep going, baby.’

‘And where would that leave me?’ She needed to have film of him fucking her.

Tanner gave a tight laugh. ‘I know you want me, baby.’ He stroked his hand over her hair as if soothing her. ‘I want you too.’ He handed her the condom. ‘You put it on, baby.’

She bit the packet open and rolled the latex over his shaft.

Tanner hauled her up by the shoulders and backed her up to the bed, pushing her down over its end. He drew her panties down her thighs and over her shoes, careful not to dislodge those heels. He raised one ankle to his mouth, trailing his tongue around her ankle bone then dipping it down inside the shoe to the inside of her foot’s arch. He pressed her knees apart and popped a line of kisses along the silken skin of her inner thigh. Reaching her pussy, he parted her with his fingers and ran the flat of his tongue from her perineum across the opening to her vagina, up to press her clitoris firmly, dulling the teasing sensations temporarily.

He licked and flicked at her clit with his tongue until she was jerking all over the place. This guy knew how to give head. He plunged two fingers into her vagina, sitting back to watch their progress in and out, drawing down her fluids, which he spread around her pussy with the flat fronts of his fingers.

Hayley couldn’t last out much longer with this kind of treatment. ‘Do me, Andy. I want your cock inside my pussy.’ She really meant it. She hoped Paolo would think she was acting.

Tanner dragged her down to the floor into the minute space between him and the base of the bed, rubbing her pussy down his chest until she was kneeling astride his thighs on the carpet. A couple of swift adjustments and he was slipping his hard cock inside her silk purse. Hayley and Tanner thrust against each other’s bodies as he helped her to lift upwards on her knees and drop quickly with his hands around her hips, controlling the pace.