50. Gabriel
My mind is a mess of chaotic thoughts.
This isn’t where the night was supposed to lead me. I was to make contact, gain a touch of trust and secure a second meeting. Instead, my subject is lifting his wife, her legs wrapping around his waist, the taste of her still on my tongue as I lead them to my bed.
My apartment is kept clean; anything connected to my business is on a laptop that is locked in a trap drawer of the desk I had delivered when I reserved the apartment.
My guns and weapons are secured in a false wall in the back of the closet that I put in when I arrived.
Easy to install and easy to remove when I move on.
Lars lays Neomi on the grey duvet of my bed and fuck she’s a vision.
Her hair is a contrast, light against dark, her legs spread wide, hips circling, eyes on her husband.
They’re both perfect. She’s vocal, while Lars so easily slips into a submissive role.
It’s a side of him I wasn’t expecting. In my mind, I imagined him just as dominant as I am, but instead he takes direction beautifully.
I won’t lie, having Enzo Marchetti’s number two hanging on my every word did something dangerous to my soul—and my ego.
Lars strips his pants, as do I. He crawls up onto the mattress, leaning over Neomi, placing soft kisses against her neck, whispering what I believe are words of praise. I open the drawer of the nightstand and retrieve a condom.
“Lars, on your back,” I say before ripping the condom open with my teeth. “Neomi, mount him.”
Lars shifts up to the pillows as Neomi straddles him and I move onto the bed behind her, Lars’ legs bracketing my knees.
I roll the condom down my shaft and take in the sight in front of me.
Lars runs his hands through Neomi’s hair while her hips rock, her pussy coating his hardened cock with her arousal.
I lift Neomi’s hips up and dip down, spreading her wide.
Her pussy glistens in the soft light of the room and the need to taste her again races through my veins.
I flatten my tongue and drag it against her center from clit to ass.
Her body shakes with the contact, and the sound of her gasp fills the room.
I slide two fingers inside and then I grip Lars’ cock.
His hips thrust with my hand, and I take him deep in my mouth. I slide up and down his cock as I fuck Neomi with my fingers.
“Ah, fuck,” Lars bites out. “Christ, Gabriel.”
Neomi looks over her shoulder as my mouth struggles to form a smile around his cock.
I lift off and shuffle on my knees, pulling Neomi’s hips toward me.
Lining Lars up with her slit, I spit on his cock, spreading it down his shaft.
Then, I notch the tip at her entrance and guide her hips down slowly, watching every inch of his perfect dick slip inside her.