I didn’t realize I'd fallen asleep, but I blinked my eyes open to find the room was brightly lit and closed them immediately. I didn’t know what had woken me. I wasn’t really thinking at all and I tried to take stock of everything.

I knew I was still at the wedding, so why was I lying down? I wasn’t supposed to be lying down.

There was a reason why I even attended the wedding, aside from playing security guard for the boss. I needed an alibi for every job, no matter how good I was, and he didn’t pass up the chance to make sure I had one, though I didn’t particularly care.

I had a job to do, and it had to be tonight.

But then my mind really woke up, and my other memories of the night came back. I opened my eyes again and looked down my body. Elda was there, lying beside me, barely touching me, her head level with my hips. When I made a sound and she looked up to find my eyes on her, she grinned. Then she was leaning over me, her hair falling forward and covering what she was about to do, but I groaned as I felt her lips wrap around my soft cock. I hardened in her mouth, and she pulled back, throwing her hair over her shoulders, hands nudging my legs apart.

I did as she wanted and she moved so she was lying between my thighs. One hand gripped me around the base, the other playing with my balls, as she took me back into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. I reached for her hair, holding it out of the way so I had a clear view of her going down on me.

We didn’t stay in the position long before she was getting off, moving so she was straddling my thighs. She reached for the nightstand and the strip of condoms, dropping them on the bed after tearing one off.

"How are you not exhausted," I murmured, feeling a little dazed.

I fell asleep after my last orgasm. I wondered how long I'd been out for, why she hadn't taken the time to run off.

"I could say the same for you," she teased, smoothing the condom down on my cock with both hands.

"I would say that was your fault." I grabbed her thighs, felt the toned muscles flex as she positioned herself a little higher up so she was right above my cock.

"Well, I was just lying here with you for half an hour and I was growing bored. I figured thirty minutes would be enough time for you to recover."

She stroked me with one hand, licked the fingers of her other hand and brought it between her thighs, stroking herself. Then she replaced her hand with the head of my cock, moving her hips so I was rubbing all over her sex. My hands slid up her thighs to grip her hips, I raised my knees, planted my feet on the bed. When she positioned my cock at her entrance and slid down, I met her in a slow upward thrust. She leaned forward, palms going to my shoulders as she rode me, fucking herself on my cock as I moved my hips to match the rhythm she set, until I felt tired and stopped and let her go on, only to start moving beneath her again, matching her, encouraging her to go faster, my hands flexing on her hips.

What was I thinking of before this? About the job I was supposed to do. I couldn’t think of it, Elda had all my attention. I couldn’t even think about how bad that implication was.

Elda was distracting me too much, but I couldn’t resist, her soft hands, her lithe body.

I grew tired of her pace quickly, surging up and grabbing her so I could roll her over. She moved with me, her legs moving to wrap around my hips. I held her wrists down on either side of her head, bracing my upper body above hers with my elbows, and slammed my hips against hers with every thrust. Her moans, growing steadily louder, the slap of skin against skin and my own groans mixed in the room. I held out for as long as I could, gave her pleasure and made her come a couple of times. Then I was coming again, not as strong as before, but still amazing. It wasn’t enough to put me to sleep a second time, at least.

I rolled off her, catching my breath. As my thoughts and my body calmed, I pulled myself off the bed. I wasn’t sure what time it was because most of the rooms in the house were practically soundproof, I couldn’t hear the party going on downstairs. But I didn’t need to look at a clock.

Too much time had already passed. I had to leave.

I glanced at Elda as I reached for my clothes, surprised to see her lying there with her eyes closed, her chest moving slowly with her breaths. I hesitated a moment, then went to pull the covers around her. I wanted to have more time, talk to her maybe, but I couldn’t. Hopefully, she'd wake up at some point, the party would be going on for hours still, I might even get back before they were done. I didn’t think I'd be lucky enough to still find her there. But I was running out of time, so I touched a hand to her cheek, pecked her forehead, and I left her there in the bed.

I wondered who she really was. Elda Abba could be her name, but it could just as easily be an alias she was using. Would she tell me if I asked her? I didn’t think so, but I was still incredibly curious. Thinking of coming back to find her gone and with no way of meeting her, I'd feel disappointed not to see her again. When was the last time I felt that way about any human being? I couldn’t remember.

But I pushed the thought out of my mind. It was a mystery that would have to be kept for another time.

Right now, I needed to carry out a killing, or my boss would have my head instead.