Eli
I pace the luxury apartment, draining Jack like an open tap. I shouldn’t be nervous. This is nothing new. I’ve gone undercover a dozen times, but this investigation is different. It’s not a sting to take down drug dealers or uncover corruption. This op involves innocents. Young girls being exploited. When the case landed on my desk there was no passing it up. There was so no saying no.
I had to investigate. I just didn’t bank on becoming so taken with a stranger in a picture. A dark-haired beauty with piercing blue eyes. Eyes that trapped me, called to me, ensnared me. With a face like an angel, and a smile so pure the thought of someone taking advantage of it made my blood boil.
I’m not supposed to get emotionally involved. But how can I not? Some scumbag is auctioning off women’s virginity like it’s cattle, and I’m here to make sure it stops.
A soft knock on the door makes my heart stop. She’s here.
In order to gain information, I had to get on the inside. I had to pose as a buyer. So, I set up a front, created a fake online profile, and bid. Bid until I won the beauty consuming my mind. It wasn’t cheap, and it wasn’t easy. But like they say, if it was easy, everyone would do it, and no one was getting a leg up on me.
She’s mine.
I mean, she’s mine to save. To use, to bring down this auction ring.
I open the door to a fresh-faced girl I immediately recognize as Manda. I’m not even sure if that’s her real name, but I’m going to find out. I’m going to find out fucking everything.
She stands there stoically, her long black hair a shiny river of gorgeousness. Her striking blue eyes large and round and inquisitive. I swallow thickly, my saliva a million tiny razor blades. Her online picture did her no justice. In person, she’s divine.
“Eli?” she utters, and I could deteriorate right on the spot. I’ve encountered a lot of women in my life, but none that have affected me in such a way. On an elemental level. On a primal, paramount, primitive level. The desire to protect is immeasurable.
I clear my throat and step aside so she can enter. Keep it fucking together.
Manda breezes by me into the apartment. It’s not mine. It’s all part of the cover. I need to portray a persona. A wealthy businessman with more money than sense, and this outfit and these digs definitely scream that. I’m more a jeans and t-shirt, beer drinker kind of guy. The last time I put a dress shirt and slacks on was my younger sister’s wedding over a year ago.
But today, I’m all crystal rocks glasses and stylish shoes.
“Can I get you something to drink?” I offer. I want her to feel comfortable, I want her to trust me.
“Yes, please.” She fiddles with the belt of her coat. A navy-blue trench that touches just above her knees.
“Wine or whiskey?” I hold up each bottle.
“Whiskey, please. Straight up.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I knew there was something special about this girl. I pour two more drinks and hand Manda hers. She’s nervous, clearly. This situation is stressful. She doesn’t know me from a hole in the wall, and here she is, offering herself up for an obscene amount of money.
I watch as Manda downs the brown liquid. She guzzles it quickly, no doubt trying to take the edge off.
Dropping the tumbler on the glass coffee table, she rips open her coat revealing a skimpy, skintight dress that leaves little to the imagination.
“Where are we doing this?” she asks boldly, and my jaw drops.
“Um...” I immediately pump the brakes. “No small talk first? Or formal introductions?” I try to make light.
Manda cocks her pretty head. “Small talk?” She searches my face. “I didn’t realize I was here for small talk.”
“You’re not....exactly. But...just jumping into it seems so...seedy.” I think fast on my feet. I wasn’t expecting the girl to throw herself at me.
It makes me feel a multitude of things. Sad for her situation, but surprisingly aroused as well. I get my hormones in check. There’s no denying I’m attracted to her. I have been since the moment I saw her. But I’m here for a purpose. And not a personal one.
“A woman as beautiful as you is meant to be savored. Appreciated. Worshiped.” I run my middle finger through a piece of her dark hair—the strands silky to the touch—and her facial expression twists into confusion Trust me beautiful, we’re in the same rocky boat. I have no idea where all that even came from. Maybe it’s my true feelings bleeding through. If I was ever lucky enough to have this girl in my bed, it wouldn’t be just some lickety-split fuck. It would be an experience, a drawn-out encounter. A portrait of lust come to life.
“Why don’t we sit?” I motion to the contemporary red sofa dominating the decor.
“Do you mind if I have one more drink?” She picks up her empty glass unnervingly before she sits. Even when uneasy, she’s so demure, so feminine, so beguiling.
“Of course.” Taking it, I crack open the bottle of Jack and pour her another drink. I hand her the refreshed glass as I take a seat next to her. Not too close, but not too far either.
“Thank you.” Manda takes a small sip.
“You’re welcome.” I smile warmly. I want her to feel relaxed with me. Feel comfortable.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Manda confesses.
“Can I tell you a secret?” I lean a little closer to her. “Neither have I,” I share softly.
The corners of her plump pink lips turn up. “First time for everything, huh?”
“I guess.” I chuckle.
Manda looks around the spacious room. “So, what do you do?” She breaks the ice.
“Business man. Nothing very exciting, but very profitable. The details will bore you to death.”
“Is that why you came looking for me? A little adventure?” She spins the glass in her fingers apprehensively.
I’m rendered speechless for half a second. “Maybe,” I answer shrewdly. This girl is not only beautiful, she’s sharp. A lethal combination.
“Is that why you offered yourself up? Looking for a little adventure yourself?” I fish.
Manda bites her bottom lip. “Not exactly.”
“Financial issues?”
“Sort of.”
“Are you in trouble?” My instincts kick into high gear.
“No, nothing like that.” She shakes her dark head vigorously.
“Then why? Why auction yourself off?”
Manda takes another large swig of whiskey. “Maybe it’s a mix of everything. The adrenaline rush of the unknown, financial issues, Pretty Woman syndrome.”
“Pretty Woman syndrome?” I question.
“The idea is easier to swallow when you wrap it up in fairytale ideals.” She shrugs.
That statement actually saddens me. Sitting next to me is a vibrant young woman who has the world at her feet and for some reason—a reason I will soon find out—she’s here, with me, serving herself up on a silver platter to a man she doesn’t even know. A man who needs to keep a safe distance, but the more time he spends in her company, the more he wants to touch her. Feel her, do all the things she came here with the expectation to do.
I clear my throat, pushing away the beating desire. “So, what do you do?” I keep the conversation rolling, grasping at straws for a distraction.
“I’m in school. Studying business, actually.” She smirks as she takes another sip of her drink, the amber liquid sliding so seductively into her mouth. Breathe. I wonder if she even knows how sexy she is.
“Interesting. How much longer do you have left?”
“It’s my senior year. I’m applying to grad school now.”
“Impressive.”
“We’ll see. If a successful career pans out, then you can be impressed.”
“I have a feeling”—I unconsciously scoot a little closer to Manda—“whatever you put your mind to you achieve.” I look directly into her eyes and sizzle from the electric blue of her irises. She bats her long eyelashes, my compliment clearly affecting her.
“You don’t even know me, how can you be so convinced?”
“Call it a hunch. You present yourself very confidently.” I put my hand on hers. I shouldn’t be touching her, but I just can’t help myself. She’s right here, so close, so tempting. Manda looks down at our connected hands. I try to pull away, fearful I spooked her, but she surprises me, turning her palm over and lacing her fingers with mine. There’s a second of trepidation on both out parts, but the longer our skin touches the more connected we become. She surveys my palm in hers, opening and closing her fingers slowly, almost as if she’s testing the feel.
“You’re warm,” she says reflectively.
“You’re soft.” I graze my thumb against hers. My internal temperature rises as I fantasize about touching other soft, sweet parts of her body. Those fantasies are off limits though. I’m not here to get laid; I’m here to get answers.
“Should we get this show on the road?” Manda leans in closer to me. I freeze. I think I did a little too good a job of making her feel comfortable.
“Um...” Awe fuck. I’m dying for this woman, and with a breezy yes, I could have her. But would that be enough? Would I want more? I surmise, hell yes. I gaze at her mouth as she licks her lips. Does she even know how seductive she is?
“Are you up for a business proposition?” The words pop out of my mouth before I can stop them. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“I thought this whole situation was a business proposition. Monetary transaction and all.”
My next sentence could make or break the situation.
“What if we take things slow?” I deliberate fast. Maybe I don’t have to sleep with her? Maybe I can stall? Maybe we can just fool around until I get the information I need. That way, her virginity—and my livelihood—can stay in tack.
Manda regards me funny. “Slow?”
“The way I see it, I own your virginity, but taking and running isn’t really my style,” I bullshit through my teeth. “What if we explored first?”
“Like, fooled around?” She’s following.
“Yes.”
“That would mean I’d have to see you again.”
“Do you think that would be so bad?” I tighten my grip on her hand, continuing to rub my thumb slowly over hers.
She contemplates before responding.
“I think it might be okay.” Manda gazes up at me and I know I have her. I’m a total douche, but I’ll do what I must to close this case. To put away the dickhead exploiting young girls.
“How slow are we taking it?” Her eyes are wide and curious.
“Not too to slow.” I lean in to kiss her. Willpower be damned.
I swipe my lips against hers, the contact as much forbidden as fortuitous. I instantly want more, need more. I press harder, trapping her face in my hands. Manda kisses me back with as much vigor as I dole out. She’s soft and sweet and oh so enticing. A little moan escapes as I roll my tongue slowly against hers, exploring her mouth. I feel the magnetic connection everywhere, spreading throughout my body like a propane-powered heater, the entire room warming as fast as my temperature.
“I want to hear it again.”
“Hear what?” We break our lips apart just enough to converse.
“You moan.”
“More kissing and more touching then.”
“I can do that.” I stand, pulling her with me. “Bedroom.” I slip my hands around her waist and slam her slim frame against my broad one.
Her cheeks redden, and I know she’s nervous. Truth be told, I am too.
“Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.” I stare straight into her eyes. “I promise.” I want her to trust me. I want her to know she’s safe. That she’ll be taken care of as long as she’s with me.
Her expression softens, a small smile appearing on her face. “Okay.”
“Okay.” I lace my fingers with hers, leading her to the bedroom. My heart is hammering and so is my arousal. I’m anxious as hell to get my hands on her and anxious as hell for her to put her hands on me.
Just before we cross the threshold to the spacious bedroom, I pause.
“Something wrong?” Manda pouts adorably. God this woman, she’s going to be the ruination of me.
“No, I just have two stipulations before we go in there.”
“Stipulations?”
“Yes. One, you spend the night, and two, I get to cook you breakfast in the morning.”
The look on her face is priceless. “I think I can agree to those terms.”
Like she ever had a choice.
“Pancakes or omelets?” I guide her through the dim room, stopping at the foot of the king-size bed.
“Pancakes.” She purrs as I press warm kisses to her neck.
“Done.” I breathe in, becoming high off her scent. Stripping her of her coat, I let the material drop to the floor. The rest of her clothing is going to follow suit. Gliding my palms over curves, I introduce myself to every peak and valley. She’s all long, lean muscle and a seductive silhouette.
“Has a man ever made you come before?” I skim my tongue along her jugular.
“A man? No.” She sighs.
“Has anyone ever made you come?” I nip at her skin. Every word, and every gesture is so wrong on my part. I shouldn’t be taking advantage of the situation, but I just can’t help it. She’s the gravity to my force of attraction.
“I think so.”
“Think so? If you only think, the answer is a definite no. I’m going to show you,” I rasp in her ear. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll never question if you’ve had an orgasm again.”
Manda inhales sharply, and I feel her excited intake of breath right in my groin. Damn.
Peeling away the clingy material of her dress from her body, I unwrap my shiny new present thoughtfully, slowly, anticipating the endowment I’m about to indulge in.
“I want you to talk to me,” I instruct. “I want to know what you like and what you don’t like. I want to hear your voice, and your sighs, and your moans, understand?”
She nods as I trace my fingertips over her lacy bra, the feel of her puckering nipples making me as mad as a hatter.
“You are...” I grip her hips possessively and peer down at her magnificent, half-naked body. “Beyond beautiful.” And I mean it. This girl, this woman, walks a different plane and I don’t even think she realizes it. But I do. I see. I see everything, all of her. I’m too close already, but I don’t care one bit. Not now. This minute, this second, this moment, it’s just her and me and nothing else. “Take the rest of it off.” I want her to strip the little that’s left on her body. I want her to remove it just for me.
Tentatively, with blushing cheeks, she unhooks the clasp of her dainty bra and lets the lace fall to ground. The air is so thick with desire, I’m choking on it. I want her so bad, more than I should. More than what’s humanly natural. I don’t know what it is, what draws me to her on such a galvanizing level. I’m not interested in dissecting it either. Not right now; right now all that matters is making her come. On my fingers, on my face, maybe one day, on my cock.
Slow down. I breathe collectively as she slides her panties down to her ankles and kicks them away. My body is pulsating from the inside out. I need to touch her. More forceful than I intend, I yank Manda to me, crushing my starving mouth against hers. Her lips are my nourishment and the feel of her tongue my fortification. I break the kiss as a sudden realization hits. Taking her face in my hands, I tilt her chin up so she is looking at me square in the eyes. “What’s your real name?” I ask directly. “When I say your name, I want to know it’s the right one.”
The woman who is handing herself over to me so readily bats her long, wispy eyelashes and smiles. My spine tingles from end to end. “It’s Ash. Everyone calls me Ash.”
“Ash?” I test the name on the tip of my tongue. “That’s sexy as fuck.”
“Glad you like it,” she teases.
“I do.” I push her down onto the bed. There’s no more need for waiting, or stalling. I know her name; now I want to know how she tastes, and I want to taste her right fucking now.
“Put your hands up.” I guide her arms over her head. “Leave them there and relax. I want you spread, and open, and completely visible.” I trail my palms down her naked form, cupping her perky breasts as I go, teasing her tight nipples, passing over her smooth, flat abdomen, coming to rest on the inside of both her thighs. I am fucking melting from the sight of her. From her innocence, her purity, and her strength. From the sheer beauty that’s beneath me.
I want so much in this moment, I want to linger, I want to appreciate, but I also want to devour. There’s a war waging inside me, an invasion of my desire bloodying the battlefield.
Urging her legs wide, I expose the little pink piece of flesh at the apex of her thighs. I salivate at the sight. Sucking my index finger into my mouth, I wet it thoroughly before caressing her clit. Ash shivers from the intimate contact. I watch her every reaction as I begin to circle my finger around the sensitive bud. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as I continuously trace the tip of my finger. She’s so soft and dewy, and the sounds of her small whimpers sound like a melodic composition.
“You like that?” My voice is husky.
“Yes,” she mewls softly.
“Do you want more?” I taunt her.
There’s a slight pause on her part, so I increase the pressure, and a second later she’s moaning, “Yes.”
“You need to tell me,” I lean down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Nipping at the little point, I tug it between my teeth. “I want to know what feels good and what doesn’t.” I move my face up, hovering my lips an inch away from her. My finger never leaves her clit as I go, continually massaging as I stare into her eyes.
“I will,” she promises, breathlessly.
“Good,” I sink my finger into her wet entrance and watch the pleasure take hold.
“Mmm.” She closes her eyes as her body tenses.
“You’re wet for me,” I share, pleased.
“Your hand feels good.”
I smile. “Oh, baby, this is only the tip of the iceberg.” I kiss her forcefully, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, the same way my finger is thrusting into her pussy. I overtake her, assaulting all of her senses. “Moan, moan so I know.” I leave her with that order as I kiss my way down her bare body. I’m so hungry, so desperate. I need her taste. I need her come.
I place my mouth over her slit and suck, making sure to keep a steady rhythm with my hand. She crunches up as soon as the sensations take hold.
“Oh god.” Her initial reaction makes my blood boil. She’s so receptive, and willing, and I am a giving man.
“That’s it,” I coax her between licks. “Tell me what you like.” I move fast then slow, interpreting her body language as she squirms on the bed, noting when her body bows, and limbs shake.
“That, I like that.” Ash moans, pressing her pelvis into my face.
Slow and languid. That’s what she likes. So that’s what I do, stroke my tongue painstaking slow as I alternate sliding one, and then two, fingers inside and out.
“Oh shit.” She arches her back as her breathing becomes choppy. “Eli.” My name escapes from her lips and it drives me fucking insane.
“Come.” A monster emerges inside of me. “Come, come for me now.” I lick and suck and ravish her emphatically, until my cock is throbbing as hard as her pussy.
“Fuck!” She writhes on the bed as she comes exactly where I wanted her to, on my fingers and my face. It’s a sweet, sticky release that seems to go on and on. Which is just fine with me, since I can’t seem to get enough. I immerse myself in every syrupy drop, sucking until the decadent taste of her climax tapers off.
But I want more. So much fucking more, it’s as if I’ve become an instant addict. Hooked on the virginal goddess named Ash.
Our laborious pants add fuel to my burning fire. I need to come, and I need to come right fucking now.
“Up.” I pull her off the pillow. “Take my clothes off,” I urge her. Starry eyed, Ash undresses me, my dress shirt falling away and my pants lowering. “You showed me what you like, now it’s my turn.” I release my pounding erection from the confines of my boxer briefs. Ash takes it in her hands and jerks, sending sensations palpitating all over my body.
“Shit.” I grab her hands. “That feels good, but this is what I want.” I swipe the pad of my thumb across her lower lip. She understands what I’m communicating. “I want to watch you.” I help her reposition herself. Sliding off the bed, I stand at the edge of the mattress with Ash kneeling right in front of me. I’m so tuned up, I have to remind myself to breathe and not explode the second her mouth connects with my cock.
She takes a provisional taste, gilding her tongue over the head of my erection. I can’t even contain my reaction. I moan freely, as the feel of her drives me wild.
“More, god, please, more.”
With a little more boldness she sucks the tip into her mouth and I shudder. I’m not going to last long, but I have a feeling this climax is going pale in comparison to any other.
“Swallow it, baby, please.” I jut my hips out. I’m so fucking needy I barely recognize myself. Ash widens her jaw and takes as much of me in as she can. My eyes roll into the back of my head as the warm, wet heat of her mouth engulfs me.
“That’s it.” I groan upwards, allowing myself to get lost in the feel of her. My tendons tighten and my muscles tense as she works me up, sucking and swallowing my straining shaft over and over, her suction becoming more constricting with every bob of her head.
I groan and grumble incoherently, gripping her neck as my orgasm manifests to life. There’s no turning back now as the craving commands me.
“Jerk me off.” I want her hand to follow the path of her mouth, accelerating the stimulation. She does just what I request, sending me into orbit. I arch my back as my balls tighten and tailbone tingles.
“Shit, I’m gonna come.” I pump my hips and fuck her mouth until I black out. Until there’s nothing but sensation setting my entire existence on fire. “Fuck.” I roar as I come right down Ash’s throat, imprisoned by an orgasm of epic proportions.
I sway on my feet as the fog lifts, catching my breath, petting Ash’s face reverently.
This woman, god, this fucking woman.
When I finally remember my own name, I pull Ash up and deliver a kiss I didn’t think I was capable of.
“God, you...” I run my fingers through her hair, brushing my tongue and lips against hers over and over. I’m officially obsessed. One almighty orgasm was all it took.
“What about me?”
I halt all movement, gazing into her big, beautiful eyes. “Just, you.” I smile. “How do you feel?”
“Hungry,” she responds point blank.
“For pancakes?”
She shakes her head.
“Omelets?” I try again.
“Nope.” Ash bats her long thick eyelashes seductively.
“Oh, a second helping of that?” My smile broadens, and my dick stirs.
She nods, a bit bashfully and a bit boldly.
“I can definitely serve that up.” I climb on top of her heated body. “With a cherry on top.”