Perfectly Bad: a bad boy romance (21 page)

“Will you never explore me again with your tongue?” She ran her palm over the bulb and it poked her hand. “Or will you only do it if we sixty-nine?”

The pulse jumped and strengthened, and it was ridiculously hot. Agostini slid his hand over her ass and began to squeeze. She leaned her cheek on his chest and looked up at him.

“See,” she breathed, “we already did that.” And she pulled gently down his length as the nails of the fingers of her other hand scraped down the front of his abs. She stopped at his belt.

Slipping her hand slowly down, along the whole length of him, she cupped and squeezed his balls. “Guess I should be paying close attention, if I only get to do this once, right?”

He drew his lips between his teeth.

“Do we get to kiss at each stage, or are we done with that now?” The heat between her legs was unbearable, and it was impossible for her to keep her pelvis still as she gripped his pulsing shaft. Agostini squeezed her ass again as she pressed closer to him.

“Do I only get to swallow your cock once?” She put her wet mouth to his chest, dampening his shirt as she spoke. “Or can I do it from a few different angles?”

Her swelling breasts were crushed against him. His breathing deepened. “See,” she said, “I’d love to stroke your cock now. Maybe lick it. I’m sure it tastes good.” She flicked her eyes up to his face, then back to the urging probe in his pants.

“I could slide my lips around it, slip it into my warm, wet mouth, along my waiting tongue. Suck along the thick, living shaft…” She stroked her fingers down her neck. “…and pop it into my throat. Let all my eager, wet muscles pull and squeeze on it until it bursts in my mouth, hot, sweet juice slathering my tongue.” Princess closed her eyes and sighed as she squeezed her breasts.

Then she looked back up at him. “But if I only get to do it once, then now would be a waste, wouldn’t it? With everybody here. Having to be still. And furtive.” She squeezed as she rubbed him a little harder. “We would have to hurry.” She panted as she licked her lips. “That can be nice for a thrill. An exciting dash, something on the side, in an alley or on a national monument.” She brushed her lips against his shirt then turned her head to rub her head against his chest, down his abs. She breathed on him as she straightened back up.

Then she pouted. “But it’s an awful choice if it’s the one-and-only, never-to-be-repeated, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it show.” She nuzzled her cheek against his stomach. “Don’t you agree?” She licked her ruby lips and then let them peel apart, slowly.

She pressed his cock, pushed it so it was up against his body. It hiked the fabric of his pants up and poked in front of his belt. The material was stretched tight. That must have been uncomfortable for him.

Peering around the side of his body, Princess observed that Dino, Callaghan and Calhoun were nowhere to be seen. They could be around in the sitting area, but there was no light on.

Where could they have all gone? A light came from the door of one of the guest bedrooms at the back. It was the one that Dino had used the night before, so she hadn’t seen inside it.

Looking back into Agostini’s face, she saw his neck was red and thickened. The firm, straight muscle from below his ear to his collarbone was tense. A vein twitched on his temple. As she felt the hard heat of him in her hand, his eyebrows moved closer together and pushed up an awesomely lovely ridge between them.

Her knees trembled. Desperately, she wanted to drag down the zipper of his pants, reach into the front of his silky boxers and free his throbbing cock. Pull out the hot, twitching bulb and rub it between her breasts.

The feeling of his hard rod between her soft, warm mounds was so unbearably near. Breath came quick and shallow.

There was no privacy here and yet, tantalizingly, there was no one to see them. They were in full view of the whole city. All of Manhattan could watch them, if they had telescopes and night vision. But they were in darkness and invisible.

She opened the top two buttons on the front of her dress. He should be truly grateful that she used his money in that mall to find this lovely flower-embroidered, semi-sheer bra with a clasp at the front.

In her hardened nipples, a zinging ache rose and fell with a slow, urgent rhythm.
 

A groan raked in his chest as he looked at her quivering breasts. As she popped the clasp, his eyes flashed and he licked his lips. His strong, beautiful hands reached for her as she let the cups drop away.

With the backs of her fingers, Princess batted his hands away. “Ah!” Her whisper was insistent. “Done that.” She tilted her head. “Did you forget already?” And she pressed her lips together. “I’d have to work hard…” She squeezed him. “…to keep anything in your mind.”

The bulge in Agostini’s pants fell to beat on her dress. She allowed herself just the start of a grin as she peered up at him and pushed and squeezed her tits toward him. Giving them a jiggle, she relished the ripple of her milky flesh.

Slowly, deliberately, she descended, relishing the pressure of her bare flesh against him as she slid downward to her knees.
 

The relief, like scratching an itch, when she scraped the exposed skin of her breasts against the firm fabric of his pants, made a moan rise from deep in her core. Though she stifled it by holding her lips together, the vibration inside her still thrilled her and made her press harder.

Princess laid her face against his shirt as she pressed her billowing breasts either side of the pole in his pants. Reaching around with her fingers, she traced the heavenly outline of his ass.

Agostini’s cheeks clenched and she wanted to squeeze them, but instead, she said into his stomach, “Uh-uh. Not this time.” And she fluttered her fingertips over the outline before she brought them back.

Leaning against him, pressing her soft, generous mounds against the edges of his hips, drew a sigh of satisfaction from her throat. Partial satisfaction. His hips began to move, shoving his cock hard into her cleavage.

He flinched as she pinched the inside of his thigh. “I have the idea that we’re doing this part my way.” Princess raised her eyes but her face tilted only a little. Little enough that as she spoke, her warm breath beat on his stomach, just above his belt.
 

The thrusting pressure within his pants jutted against her throat. She pressed forward so he felt her low voice in her chest as she said, “If there’s anything left for a further one-time-only…” His eyes blazed as she went on. “…I hope we’ll do it your way.” Softly, she bit his stomach. “Very much your way.”

Gently, she raked her nails down the backs of his thighs, and a moan grated in his stomach as she rocked his cock between her breasts. As she pushed, her fingertips teased the crease at the bottom of his ass, the insides of his thighs, and she dragged her thumbnails down the fronts of his hips.

Parting her thighs, Princess longed to feel her fingers—or better still, his lips and tongue—on her delta, in between her folds, up around her stinging clit. But she resisted.

Determined to concentrate on driving her savage gangster wild and out of his mind with passion and desire, just as he had done to her, she pushed the thoughts of her own stimulation away as far as she could.

That only made her think of how it could feel to have his cock jammed between her lips, along her tongue and plunging into her throat. Of how he would taste and how the stretch would feel.

Sinking her teeth softly into his stomach again, she rolled harder and faster against him. The great muscles of his thighs began to tense and flex and his buttocks clenched.
 

She breathed, “I’m aching to swallow your cum. Is this the best time, though? For the only time?”

Just the recognition, the thought, was making her begin to come, but she stayed focused, concentrating on feeling the rising beat in his lengthening, stiffening cock.

She pulled her upper arms together and crushed him as tightly in her soft, sliding valley, wrapped around his unstoppable erection. It had shoved the fabric of his pants up at least two inches above the belt.

Inside, she felt a ring of pulse run from the base all the way up the shaft to the head. She judged her moment and dove her hands behind his belt. Quickly she found him.
 

A flash like lightning went off inside her and it took all of her concentration to swing him free and pop the top of him out so she could gobble him into her mouth and suck as he started to twitch and thrust and come, onto her tongue, into her throat. The top third of his fat pole filled her mouth and his hot, salty spurts slathered onto the back of her tongue and into her throat.

Agostini seized her head, but still she shoved him away and took him deeper, sucking him dry until he was still.

A buzzer sounded.

From behind, he heard either Calhoun or Callaghan run across the floor to the buzzing intercom. There couldn’t have been a worse moment in his life than when the most divine angel had just finished swallowing his load.

He wanted to protect her and to save her from embarrassment, to scoop her up and hold her and tell her how wonderful she was and, more than anything, he wanted to feel her flesh against his, him against hers.

Half an hour, twenty minutes even, to fold her in his arms and feel the love. So what the fuck did Mikey want, he wondered with a scowl.

“Boss, you need to see this right away.” It was Calhoun by the intercom. Agostini lifted Princess gently to her feet, shielding her body with his own. Her bare breasts and the wet sparkle in her eyes made him yearn for at least the time to tell her something. Something important.

But there was no time. He couldn’t bear to leave her without a kiss, and yet, soft, sweet and lovely as it was, breaking it off left him feeling worse than if his lips hadn’t tasted hers and he hadn’t sniffed the delicious cocktail of their scents mingled in her mouth.

He settled her in the shadows, on the couch. Over by the intercom, Calhoun stood, looking at the video monitors.

In the foyer, behind the big reception desk, Mikey had his hands raised, palms out. In front of the desk were four of Yvgeny’s goons, with Yvgeny behind them. The goons all had machine pistols drawn.

Calhoun said, “Mikey must have just pressed the button to give us the heads up.”
 

Dino and Callaghan were already with him, arming up. Dino passed out clips.

Agostini called out sharply, “Princess, come down with me.” Callaghan looked him hard in the eyes. “We can’t leave her alone up here, Callaghan. If they find their way up, there’s nowhere for her to go.”

She was there by the time the elevator doors opened. With everybody in the car, Agostini pushed the buttons for the second floor and the garage.
 

He told Calhoun and Callaghan, “Get out on the second floor. Wait one and a half minutes and then head down the main stairs for the lobby. I’ll arrive there at the same time.”

At the second floor, Callaghan said, “Be cool. See you in ninety seconds.” He and Calhoun were checking the clips in their Colts as the elevator doors closed behind them.

Agostini, Princess, and Dino rode the elevator to the garage.
 

Agostini took Princess by the arm and told Dino, “Wait one minute and take the elevator up to the lobby. I’ll be coming in the front door right then.” Dino took a grip of his arm and gave a firm nod.

The black SUV was right by the steps to the platform by the elevator. Handing her the keys to the SUV, Agostini told Princess. “There’s a gun in the glovebox. Sit in the driver’s seat and turn the engine on. You see anything, anything at all, you get the hell out of there.”

Her frown made him stop and say, “It’s your choice whether you use the gun or not. I recommend you do. It’s a Sig Sauer automatic. Very reliable, very accurate, controlled recoil, and remember, no safety. When you touch the trigger, anything in front of it will break and fall over.”

He kissed her hard and ran for the ramp. He took out his nine millimeter, checked the chamber, and racked the slide before he was out in daylight. Staying crouched, keeping the gun low, he ran around the corner of the building.

Agostini knew there were enough low walls, planters, and shrubbery to keep him out of view until he could reach the door. He passed the matte black Hummer at the curb.
 

He looked through the foliage toward the lobby and caught a quick glimpse inside. The five Russians were in the reception area. Mikey was still behind the desk, hands raised, shaking his head slowly.

Mikey had been a Navy SEAL, and Agostini knew that he kept a Magnum under the desk. With the Russians brandishing weapons, he must not have had a chance to break it out. That, or maybe he figured his odds weren’t great against four guns, maybe five.

Agostini slipped his automatic into the back of his waistband, stood, and approached the opening door at a relaxed walking pace. The Russians were in front of the reception desk, with the stairway to their right and the elevators farther ahead. Yvgeny was still behind the group of four goons, so nearer to Agostini as he entered.

“Yvgeny,” he said breezily, “how have you been all this time? Must be almost half an hour I haven’t seen you.”

“Pierce. The stupid man here told us you weren’t at home.”

“Well, as you can see…” Passing in the doorway, he raised his arms. “…I’m not. Or, I wasn’t. I’m here now, though. Not very nice of your friends to arrive with weapons out like that. Can’t you do something about them?”

Yvgeny shrugged and said, “We’re very cautious where we come from,
tovarich
.” The goons turned to face Agostini. One of them was about to step out in front of Yvgeny, but Yvgeny put an arm out to stop him. “No, Mikhial. You don’t have to worry. Mr. Agostini is not afraid of me, so he isn’t going to do anything stupid.”

Yvgeny took a step toward him. “You aren’t going to do anything stupid, are you, Pierce Agostini?”

“I wonder how often people set out to do stupid things, Yvgeny.”

“Stupid people, Pierce. Whatever they do is going to be stupid, isn’t it?”