15. Chapter 12 – Lauchlan
I whistled a tune as I strolled through the hallways of Ma’s penthouse suite, heading for the shower to clean up from a hell of a day. Bossing techies around was a bit of a bore, so I was itching to get out in the field to do my real job.
I stood under the hot spray and lost myself to the ritual of soap, grooming, a good tug from thoughts of another shower experience, and a thorough rinse, before getting out to see a flashing notification on my phone.
Unknown: Hillary. 5767 Rodham Drive, Penthouse A. Cod e 746.
Still sopping wet, I froze and read the text three more times, squinting my eyes at the screen to make sure my brain hadn’t melted in the shower.
The cheeky little minx.
In my line of work, I rubbed shoulders with powerful men and women alike, but Blondie had an essence about her – a fierce commander in a tight dress and sex heels. And fuck me if it didn’t make my dick jump every time I thought about her.
You can command me to your heart’s content, Mo Mhuirnin.
A text at near midnight could only be one of two things: I was about to get offed, or fucked. I would always take the risk where little Blondie was concerned.
I changed quickly into dark jeans and a light Henley, not wasting a second, in case this text was coming from a moment of weakness. I was an opportunistic cunt at the best of times, and I wasn’t passing up the chance for an evening between a beautiful woman’s thighs.
And to see her penthouse, of course. Couldn’t think of a better way to get into her fortress than through a little foreplay. This was turning out to be a banner day, after all.
My cock stiffened to half-mast as I imagined how she’d taste. Christ, I was turning into a right fifteen-year-old virgin.
I made my way down ten stories, but then reconsidered using a vehicle and walked across the park instead.
The Tallaght streets of Dublin had raised me, and a light jog across the fancy park in Carlisle’s downtown before midnight was practically a child’s playground in school hours. I hadn’t strapped on my gun or knife. I had no intentions of keeping my clothes on, and my accessories weren’t a topic of conversation I was interested in having tonight.
I was hoping to do no talking at all.
Pic turing my Blondie with a thigh strap holding a sheath of daggers took all the blood from my system right to the head of my dick.
I took a deep breath and rode the glitzy lift to her floor, centering myself and my teenage cock. Her building was far fancier than Ma’s, but none of that mattered to me. You see one gorgeous building, you’ve seen them all. I preferred to look at art or jewelry, or beautiful people. They had far better stories to tell.
I cared about the security system. I subtly glanced at the mirrored walls, catching two cameras and a motion sensor just above the door. Pretty typical for a condo—Blondie must be smarter than that.
The lift took me right into her place; the doors opened into a stark foyer. I peered around the space, but didn’t hear a soul.
My adrenaline spiked at the thought of a little adult game of naked ‘hide-and-seek.’ Or cat-and-mouse murder.
No matter, really – I could kill a man with my bare hands if need be.
Messy stuff, though. I much preferred sex.
I quickly assessed the entry, seeking more cameras and motion sensors. I took out my phone to do a micro scan, detecting the five visible and three hidden pieces of hardware. Once they were all cataloged, I shoved my phone back into my jeans and said every prayer to the Celtic gods, hoping this was about to be the booty call of my dreams.
Before I could lean into the thrill of a good chase, I turned the corner to find my hostess waiting for me. She sat on the couch in the open living room, wearing nothing but a deep pink corset and panties. A set of sheer silver tights were clipped to a sassy little garter belt at the tops of her thighs. A silky robe hung loosely around her shoulders, and she languidly slouched back against the arm of the couch. She stared at me with the blaze of a challenge in her eyes.
Fuc k, the spell of this woman. I cast my eyes upward for the briefest of seconds.
Thank you, Epona, for the pleasure I’m about to receive.
“Lucky,” she crooned, before taking a slow pull of a glass of white wine. She gestured to the seat beside her on the white leather couch. “Take a seat.”
My feet obeyed long before my head did; I removed my boots and leather jacket, eyeing the crystal glass of dark liquid waiting on the coffee table in front of her.
I cradled the glass as I settled in beside her, inhaling the scent of my favorite whiskey.
“You’re quite the hostess, Blondie.”
A manic grin took over her features; I knew it well—the face of someone who had a fire of energy trapped inside their blood, desperate to release it. The kind of high you couldn’t get from any drug, but from taking something from someone else.
What had she been up to before she summoned my muscled arse? A ruthless takeover? A hostile coup?
I didn’t care, as long as she worked that energy out on me.
I’ll take your sins, sweetie.
“Are you up for a little game, Lauchlan?”
My name was pointed on her lethal little tongue. She was goading me; I liked it.
“I’m always up for a little game, Blondie.” I pursed my lips into a smirk and winked before tipping the glass and drinking the amber liquid in one go; the delicious burn heated my insides to the point of no pain.
“I’ve got a little toy chest over there.” She nodded toward a heavy-looking silver box at the end of the table. “Open it.”
Curiosity outweighed my impulse to defy the command; I shifted my weight and pulled the box toward me, unclip ping the delicate fastening to seek its treasure like the horny pirate I was.
My eyes widened as I sifted through the contents. Organized like an oversized fishing tackle box, it had colorful bits and bobs in neat rows. A vibrating butt plug the size of my fist, with a jewel knob on the end. A clit suction thing I had never seen before. Countless dildos in all shapes and sizes, and a two-pronged penis poker strap-on.
I whistled through my teeth, impressed at the assortment of toys. Hillary was into some kinky shyte.
“I don’t do collars or handcuffs, Blondie.” I bit my lip as my gaze wandered her body. Her legs had opened, revealing a damp strip of silk over her cunt—and nipples hard as pebbles against the lace of her lingerie.
She was as horny as I was; I’d bet my last dollar she was at the edge of her control too.
“I already have someone for that.” She waved a hand dismissively, quirking another eyebrow at me in challenge. “Choose one. Or two. I like variety, as you can see.”
I loved the deviant defiance in her eyes. Taunting me into the submission she wanted. Fucking this woman would be the most fun sex of my life, I was sure of it.
“That one is my favorite.”
A red-tipped nail pointed to the purple pegging toy with two veiny penises at either end.
The cheeky minx . I loved a saucy woman, but Hillary Lane took it to an entirely new level.
I stared back at her, not breaking eye contact and meeting her challenge as I pulled it out of the box. I grabbed the bottle of lube next to it, holding the toy up in a taunt of my own.
“A two-in-one. You want to spoon me, Blondie? Drive a dick into my arse?”
I c aught the barest flicker of surprise in her eyes, but she recovered so fast a less trained person would have missed it.
Good. She could play with me all she wanted; I was a willing participant if it meant I could have a sweet taste of her perfect wet cunt.
The lengths I was willing to go for a job. Such sacrifices.
Hillary slowly picked herself off of the couch, revealing the delicate nuances of her outfit. Small but perky breasts, large nipples I couldn’t wait to suck on, wide hips I could grab as I fucked her hard and fast. Round ass cheeks I’d bite until they were marked as mine.
She wasn’t just trim, she was toned. Muscular, for a small woman, even if she was one of those bloody annoying health nuts.
When she took the pegger and lube out of my hands, I caught a whiff of delicate perfume. Jasmine and... rose. Expensive and enticing.
“Take your pants off.”
No one could say I wasn’t a dedicated man on a mission. I was about to have a silicon cock up my arse to keep up my pretense, but if getting fucked by a beautiful woman was a sacrifice I’d have to make, call me a goat and throw me on the altar.
Fill me up, Blondie.
I tilted my head up to stare into those baby blues and sank deeper into the couch, opening my arms wide across the back of it. “Take them off for me.”
She tutted disapprovingly but I matched her stare, ready to play her games, but not as her hand puppet. She set the toys on the table in front of her and moved into my space, placing her hands on either side of my neck. Her soft fingers lay warm against my skin.
“I had a feeling you were going to be diffic ult, Lucky.”
I snorted—there was no chance this woman took home patsies to play with.
She rested her thighs on either side of mine, and pushed upward to press her breasts into my face. I mouthed at one nipple through the pink lace, tasting the salt of her skin through the fabric. She shuddered against me and I moved to the other breast, soaking the mound with my tongue.
“Lucky for you, I like difficult men.” She dropped her weight into my lap and ground her clit against the solid steel of my shaft. We groaned together and her soft pants against my ear spurred me into a frenzy. I grasped her waist tightly to stop her from grinding against me again.
“I’d rather you come on my tongue, Blondie. Don’t waste that sweet sticky mess on my jeans.”
I nipped the bottom of her earlobe, kissing the underside of her jaw and moving to the sensitive patch of muscle at the base of her neck to her shoulder. I latched my tongue over the spot and sucked hard, still holding her in place against me. She wriggled, trying to get some friction, but my hold was too strong. I smiled against her skin when she moaned a satisfying combination of lust and frustration.
“Take them off for me,” I repeated. Shifting her off my lap and depositing her on the cushion beside me, I stood. My cock pushed painfully against my zipper. I pulled up the hem of my Henley. I tapped the metal button at the stitching on my jeans.
“Start here.”
Her eyes blazed, but she obeyed. I swallowed a chuckle and watched her take her sweet time unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. She shucked them down my legs, along with my boxers in one go. My cock sprung free, hovering in the small space between us.
I’d had to settle into some pretty compromising positions to get a job done—once with a 300-pound Russian man who thankf ully liked to be tied up—but I’d never enjoyed myself this much in the process.
My Celtic goddess, Epona, got the shout out tonight, but so did the greedy git who’d hired me.
“A taste for a taste?” I palmed my erection and spread the pre-cum drop on the cupid’s bow of her lips. She licked the wee bead off with her tongue, and it stirred the mangy mutt inside me.
“You can rail me as hard as you want, Blondie, but I’m having a taste of your cunt before you do.”
I kicked my pants behind the coffee table, then knelt in front of her. Dragging her hips toward me, the sharp, sweet smell of her arousal hit me like a wave and made my mouth water.
I snapped the tiny lace strap of her thong with a well-placed tug and buried my face between her thighs, spearing my tongue into her slick cunt. Even her pre-cum tasted rich—as if high-tiered geneticists had created a sweeter cocktail—I was drinking her elixir until there was nothing left.
I ate her with enthusiasm and years of practice, my lips and tongue pulling every depraved sound from her mouth like she was made for sexual conquest. I moved to her clit, sucking rapidly until her thighs tightened around my ears and her whole body stiffened as she let out a cry that made my dick want to shed its tears and release.
I wiped my mouth against her soft flesh and left a small bite before moving again to stand. I pulled my Henley over my head. Body fully naked, my weeping cock begged for attention.
Her dazed gaze only lasted seconds before she rolled to the side and off the couch faster than I would have given her credit. She reached for the toys on the table and pushed me, face forward, into the back of the couch.
“Your turn.”
I c huckled into the soft material as I felt her move behind me. I gripped the back of the couch, waiting for the cool silk of lube to fill my ass crack. She didn’t disappoint—in seconds I was coated and she slid a soft finger into my hole.
I shivered from the pleasure when she hooked her fingers, hitting my prostate over and over until I was on the cliff of coming.
“What are you waiting for, Blondie?” I taunted on a grunt when she hit that tasty little button once more. “Don’t tell me you’re going to miss the chance to rail me. Fuck me like you mean it.”
When she removed her fingers, a moment later I felt the light pressure of lubed silicone against my arse. The two dicks were opposite ends, so one would be in me. The other would fill her cunt. She’d fuck us both into oblivion. As far as being dominated went, this was the best-case scenario dreams were made of.
But fuck me, woman, get on with it. I was so tense my dick was about to fall off.
Without a warning, she drove deep into me. When her pelvis hit the back of my cheeks, she paused, and a low, vibrating pulse filled me, shooting sparks across my vision and right through the tip of my about-to-explode dick.
“Fuck, Blondie,” I spit out through gritted teeth. “Stop teasin’ me. Give me the good stuff.”
Whether she was done with her own torture or willing to play ball, I didn’t care. She reached around and squeezed my shaft up and down as she drove into me, again and again, upping the vibrations as we grunted and panted and groaned and –
“Fuck!” Tingles shot up my spine. I reached for my Henley just in time to capture the stream of cum; she let out a voracious cry behind me.
We collapsed against the couch, her front to my back. The toy remained deeply seated inside of both of us as we caught our breaths.
Her cum leaked out on my arse cheeks, and out around the toy. I looked forward to feeling her cum around my cock as I flooded her pussy with my own.
Next time. There would most definitely be a next time. I could keep up the ruse as long as necessary to experience her cunt in a few more ways.
Eventually, she pulled out of me and stood, dropping the sticky toy onto the table. I rolled over and lazily watched her walk down the hallway to presumably clean up. Her lingerie was rightly askew, and I watched her appled arse cheeks with interest as she left.
Next time, I was going to be the one sliding in between those cheeks.
When she didn’t return five minutes later, I sighed and got dressed, grateful I had captured my cum on the inside of my shirt so I could do my walk of shame without the evidence of it on full display.
Walk of triumph, more like. There was no shame here tonight.
When she still hadn’t come out ten minutes later, I put on my boots and coat and left, effectively dismissed from the best booty call I’d ever had.
In my line of work, I was rarely surprised, but I had to be prepared for everything. Tonight, I had been totally surprised and completely unprepared by how much I liked it. That thrill itself was addictive, let alone the earth-shattering fuck.
A billionaire businesswoman had just pegged the shit out of me. And fuck me, I hoped she did it again.
“ I don’t like your approach on this one.”
Marcia Donavon, my Ma and technical boss, tapped her fingers on the glass like she was irritated with me, then ignored me by looking out into the traffic several stories below.
She’d been here too long, her Irish accent muted with American twang. American twang wasn’t a bad thing—personally, I found the accent sexy—on anyone but my mother—but the lack of Gaelic dialect on her tongue made me a wee bit nostalgic.
Odd, given I hadn’t lived with Ma in twenty years.
I was used to her underestimating me. I shrugged and settled into the wraparound couch in the center of the living room.
“My approach is working just fine, Ma. Got some bite marks to prove it.”
That took her eyes off the buggered cars. She shot me a disapproving glower, which made me smirk even more. Marcia may be renowned in these circles, but so was I. I knew what I was doing.
“She doesn’t need an Alpha, Ma. She needs a nice willing Beta who can surprise her every once in a while.” I winked and swung my boots up to rest on the coffee table.
“Lauch.” Ma pinched the bridge of her nose as if in pain and came to sit across from me in her expensive Norwegian chair. Where Ma worked this life for fancy furniture and status, I did it for the thrill.
Adrenaline was my favorite drug of choice. A good fuck, a close second. Thoughts of Hillary’s smooth and supple body riding my cock like she wanted to strangle it slid into my mind, and I casually held my hand over my swelling dick. Didn’t want to have a chub in front of Ma. Goddamn embarrassing.
“ This requires delicate handling. This isn’t just a job—there are a lot of close ties there to the Carlos Cartel. Your arrogance could get you killed.”
She stared at me hard, like I was a roll of cellophane wrapping. Apparently, I wasn’t trembling enough in my boots.
“For fuck’s sake, take this seriously!”
I swung my legs back down, rested my elbows on my knees and plastered the most serious face I could muster—one I had practiced in the mirror a time or two.
“Ma,” I crooned gently, “trust me on this one. You’ve built your legacy, and so have I. Give me a few months. I won’t be stuck somewhere for years and then come out empty-handed.”
She bristled at the insinuation, but I couldn’t help slipping the wee barb in there. Years ago, she’d worked a long con that went sideways. Her target went to jail, and she lost out on some serious loot.
To say The Six weren’t happy was like saying I loved a good rail up the arse—understatement of the century. Da was sure they’d strip her of her title and send her packing, but they’d given her a second chance. She’d worked bloody hard to clear her name since then.
To the rest of the world, Ol’ Marcie was in ‘tech’, made millions doing it, and had a wide network of filthy rich contacts all across the state. To The Six, she was one of their lead ‘acquisition agents’, a pretty little title for ‘thieving con artist’, and had built a reputation all over the world for ‘acquiring’ things.
When Da died, I had a choice; take over his spot in the European chapter, or come to America and give it a go. I’d never been to this side of the pond, and the call of adventure was sweet music to my ears.
Job s in Europe were too … typical. Art, jewels, some king of an ancient dynasty no one cared about. But in America...
Tech moguls. Stock market billions. The land of excess. More deals, more thrills. Ironic I was sent to America for a European goldmine, but life had a funny way of working out, sometimes. When Bellamy handed me Hillary’s picture as my next job, I knew it would be the con of a lifetime. The beautiful, sassy woman would be the ultimate egg to crack. And I was a wicked good cook.
I'd needed a cover reason to come to America for years, and my goddess handed me one - for all my good behaviour, likely.
And cartels? Dime a dozen. Sure, big scary brutes with machine guns weren’t my favorite thing, but I’d be long gone before a cartel baddie could get a hold of me. I hadn’t earned the title ‘Shadow’ by being a slow git.
And if they did? Well, Kellan Carlos wouldn’t be a problem. I had a plan to make sure of it.
Being closer to Ma was another push. She’d visited a few times a year throughout my wee years, but we’d never had a bond or anything. With Da gone, I figured it was time to do my duty to the last of the family. At least I could reassure her of this.
“I’m already in her bed, Ma. Trust I know what I’m doing.”
She released a pent-up sigh and shook her head in irritation, but my answer must have satisfied her somewhat, because the fire under her arse disappeared.
“No slip-ups. This could be the gig that makes us; don’t fuck it up for the sake of your dick.”
“I’ll have you know that my dick is a true gentleman,” I lied, moving to make myself a sandwich in the kitchen. “But you don’t need to worry, Ma. Our beautiful Blondie doesn’t suspect a thing.”
I g rinned to myself as I perfectly grilled a butty for breakfast. This just might be the most fun job yet.