Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (24 page)

Nothing looked to be out of place.

Maybe he was just tired. After eating, he was going to take a hot shower and call it a night. Without his family, he had no desire to do anything but that.

After the waitress came to his table to take his order, he sent out text messages to his wife and brother. Immediately his Elizabeth replied, sending her love.

Well, at least that made him feel a little better. She was safe and enjoying some girl time.

When a shadow fell on him, he glanced up. His waitress stood there with a glass of whiskey.

“The woman at the bar sent this over.”

He stared at it. Yeah, he wasn’t accepting drinks from strange women. This was a slippery slope, and even if he was lonely as hell, he was dedicated to his wife and marriage.

God, he wished she was there.

“Send it back. I’m married.”

The waitress stared at him like he was insane. “Okay, but she was pretty insistent,” she replied, heading over to the woman. Ethan couldn’t see her face, but he saw the conversation. The redhead nodded, and let it drop.

Ethan got lost in a text from his brother, and before long his dinner
arrived. As he ate, he watched a few more patrons enter the establishment. Immediately, they gravitated toward the woman at the bar. Each time, she sent them away with a wave of her hand. When the last one ran his fingers up her thigh, Ethan was fascinated. The man was a power player in DC, you could tell by his shoes and suit.

Yet, she didn't bite.

In fact, the woman looked like she was bored. 

Continuing to eat
, Ethan remained focused on that until a shadow once more fell across his table. This time, the visitor didn't wait for him to look up. She slid into the booth with him, dropping her hand on his thigh, close to his groin.

It caught him off guard.

Glancing over, he had to look twice.

“I sent you a drink, darlin’ and you didn't want it. So, I came to deliver something you may want instead,” she purred, sliding her hand up his leg.

Ethan swallowed as she cupped him.
“Elizabeth?” he asked, unsure what to think. “What are you doing here?”

She leaned closer
, pressing her body against his. “It’s Kitty. I don’t know who this Elizabeth is, but I know why I’m here. It’s for you, Director Blackhawk.”

His body heated at her words. He’d had one run in with Miss Kitty not too long ago. It was his and Callen’s Valentine’s Day fantasy, and now, here she was again.

If he could, he’d run out and play the lottery.

Today was his lucky day.

More importantly, his wife was at his side. It looked like his lonely night was about to get that much more exciting.

When she leaned in, Ethan couldn’t help but stare at the red slick lips as her hand traversed up his leg under the table. When it came to rest on his dick, Ethan’s whole body shook. There was something so erotic about a sexy woman exerting her power in a public place.

“Baby,” he began, as she continued to stroke him through the material of his suit pants.

“Shhhhhh. It’s Miss Kitty, Director Blackhawk. You’ve hired me for the night,
so now what are you going to do with me?”

Oh, the ideas that raced through his head.

Ethan had so many racy thoughts that it was hard to put them in order.

When her foot rubbed against his leg, Ethan’s brain went off duty. “I hired you, huh?
Was this for the entire evening or just an hour?”

“Yes, Mr. Blackhawk. I’m your date
until dawn.”

He reached up to play with the red hair. “I’ve never been with a redhead before.”

Leaning in closer, her lips paused so very close to his. “Then tonight’s your lucky night.” As she whispered the words, her hand traversed up his body and under his suit jacket. She let her hand rest over the hidden tattoo of her name. “You looked incredibly sexy over here. I’m dying to see what’s under all this business attire. Do we get naked here or somewhere else?”

He swallowed, knowing she’d start stripping
at any moment. Elizabeth was notorious for staying in character during her fantasies. Already, his body was awake as the woman beside him rubbed him through his clothes.

“My, my, Director Blackhawk. What a big dick you have. Want to come show Little Red Riding Whore what you can do with it?”

All the blood in his body pooled lower. He almost wanted to laugh, except if he did, he was sure he’d shatter apart. His body was just that tense.

“I have a very nice room. Want to go there?” he asked, knowing she’d make a spectacle if left to her own devices. His wife had very
few inhibitions, unlike him. There was no doubt she’d drop her head into his lap in the shadowy booth to give him a blow job.

Not that he’d mind, but still..
.

When she had a button undone and her hand in his shirt, Ethan knew that if
he was going to contain this, it meant getting her the hell out of public.

NOW!

“I’d love to, Director Blackhawk. Why don’t you lead the way?”

His whole body shook. Elizabeth knew how it turned him on when she used that innocent little voice as she called him ‘director’.

God! He was horny as hell.

Sliding out of the booth, Ethan noticed that the men who tried to pick up Miss Kitty earlier looked envious. It almost made him laugh.

If they only knew the truth.

The only reason he had
managed to get a woman this smoking hot was that he owned her heart.

Dropping his hand to her leather clad ass, he enjoyed the looks and feel of having all the men want what was his.

It fired him up.

As they exited the lounge
, Elizabeth stayed in character despite the looks they were getting. It was apparent what the man beside her was planning on doing. Every few steps, he’d grab a handful of her ass and give it a squeeze.

Ethan Blackhawk was a man on the edge.

Hallelujah, her plan was working.

Once in the elevator, he took in her attire. The short black leather skirt hugged her body, showing off her very long legs. The shirt she wore was practically see through,
giving him a great view of her assets.

With gentle fingers, he ran them over the swell of
her breasts. “I can’t wait to have you, Miss Kitty,” Ethan said, getting more and more into the fantasy.

“Have you ever purchased a woman before, Director Blackhawk?” she asked, grabbing him by his tie.

“Once before on Valentine’s Day,” he replied, thinking back to the last time Miss Kitty paid a visit. “She was a hellion in bed. I hope you’re going to be well worth the money.”

Her melodious laughter filled the elevator. “I can practically bet that you’re going to be thinking about this for a very long time, Director.”

Pulling his mouth down to hers, the kiss exploded around them. She didn't give him a chance to breath. Instead, she forced him to focus on nothing but that moment.

Ethan swore his brain was going to explode. His body was screaming for him to grab his wife and take her right then and there. Yet, he knew he needed to wait.

As they continued to kiss, her one leg wrapped around his. She was practically crawling up his body, as she orally devoured him. When he heard the doors of the elevator open, his heart skipped. The startled gasp of other patrons was quickly forgotten as her hand stoked him again. When he glanced up, the look he gave the people standing there said it all.

They got the hint and decided to wait.

Ethan refocused on the woman climbing up the front of him. When his hand brushed the silk panties, which barely covered her, his body shook.

“Oh shit!” he muttered, as his brain went haywire.

When the door closed, he managed to pull away. His shirt was partially untucked, lipstick was smeared under her mouth, and they were both breathing heavy. There was no doubt what they’d been doing.

“We have to get to my room
, and fast. I need you!”

As the doors slid open, she was pulled out of the elevator. Down the hall, she raced as he
r husband had no patience for seduction. He was a man on the edge, and she loved it.

At his door, he pushed it open and yanked her in after him. As soon as they were alone, they slammed against the wall. His mouth devoured
as her hands wandered.

It was frenetic.

Heated.

Nuclear.

Ethan couldn’t think of anything else but the woman in front of him. While he knew she was his wife, he opted to treat her like a call girl. Tonight, she was giving him a huge gift.

What man didn't want a sexy hotel interlude? This made it all the better, because he could have it and not betray his wife.

At the rendering of fabric, Elizabeth gasped. She’d had some crazy sex with Ethan before, but this was a million times hotter. He broke away from her mouth only long enough to spin her around and press her to the wall.

His hands roughly wandered her body.

“I get anything I want?” he asked, making sure she was still willing to live by those words.

“Yes,” she moaned, as his hand found its way under her skirt. Already, his fingers were buried in her, making her wild
with the frenetic pumping in and out of her body.

“You’re wet, Miss Kitty,” he hissed in her ear
, as he invaded her brutally.

She shook against him, as her body was no longer hers to control.
“Director!” she gasped.

Ethan ground his erection against her ass. He was harder than steel and hornier than hell. What he wanted was to have this woman his way.

No, he wanted to fuck her brains out.

Already, he could feel her tightening down on his fingers. “You’re going to cum so many times
tonight, that by dawn you’ll beg me to set you free, Miss Kitty.”

Her breath caught in her chest as it all became too much. His hard body
was against her back as the cold wall was against her front. It pushed her to the edge and she tumbled.

“Ethan!”

He continued to explore her lower body. “It’s Director Blackhawk. You’re just a call girl. I expect you to use my title. Are we clear?” he hissed in her ear, as his free hand gripped her ass roughly.

She nodded, trying to surface through the pleasure, even as he continued working his slick fingers into her body again.

“Say it!”

“Yes, Director Blackhawk.”

“Tell me I can have you, Miss Kitty.”

She fought to breath
e as he now tormented her clit. He was hell bent on driving her over the edge again.

“I’m yours, Director.”

It was all he needed to hear. Turning her around, he shoved her to her knees. “Take my dick out and show me how much you like giving blowjobs.”

She didn't fight.

In fact, her fingers eagerly set him free. The second his zipper was down, she was taking him in her mouth.

“That’s right. Suck it!” he ordered, using
his hand to drive her down his erection. When she swallowed him whole, reaching the base, he held her there for a second, blocking off all her air to show her who was in charge.

Elizabeth tried not to struggle, but it was hard. As if he knew she was desperate to breathe, he let her go. Sliding him out of her throat, he was slick with her saliva.

“Keep going! I didn't tell you to stop.”

She did what he asked, licking, tasting
, and sucking the man in front of her. In life she was strong, but on her knees in front of Ethan Blackhawk, she was just horny.

He
loved watching her take him in and out of her mouth. There was nothing more erotic than the sounds of his slick wet dick being devoured by her ruby red lips. When he was close to losing it, Ethan pulled away.

She stared up at him, completely disheveled.

Blackhawk wanted so much more. Dragging her toward the bed, he tossed her down against the pillows. Elizabeth tumbled, much like a rag doll.

“You must get a lot of practice blowing men. You did that almost too well,” he stated.

Oh, she knew her way around a Native dick alright-two of them to be exact.

She wa
tched him. Ethan’s hands adeptly went to his belt. Elizabeth licked her lips in anticipation. What she really wanted was to feel him buried in her body.

“If you’re waiting for my dick, you’re going to be disappointed. I’m far from done for the night,” he said, whipping off his belt as he climbed onto the bed. “Lift your arms,” he demanded.

She didn't fight him.

Effortlessly, he used the leather to bind her arms above her. “Now, Miss Kitty, let’s get this night started.” With
eager hands, he ripped her shirt and panties from her body, leaving only a very sheer bra beneath. Using his teeth, Ethan teased and tormented her nipples through the material.

When she arched further into his eager mouth, he nipped them a little harder.

“Oh God!” she moaned, trapped beneath him. One hand held her bound wrists above her head while the other was buried in her wetness, working her into a frenzy.

“Cum for me, Miss Kitty,” he urged, admiring the wet spots on her bra. “Show me how bad you want it.”

It didn't take much. Maybe it was his teeth on her sensitive nipples, the bindings, or his enthusiastic fingers, but she shattered again. “Ethan!”

Before her orgasm subsided, he yanked her up from the bed. “I warned you, Miss Kitty.”

Her eyes went wide as he pushed Elizabeth to her knees and moved behind her. Without warning, he forced himself into her body. With all the wetness from her earlier blowjob, he was able to begin his assault. Still, he could feel her muscles quivering from release as they fought him from claiming his prize.

Elizabeth could feel his fingers digging into her hips as he wouldn’t relent on his assault. The driving strokes were soon met with his wandering fingers. First they twisted and pinched her nipples, and then moved lower. The second he began tormenting her, Elizabeth could feel the heat building back up.

“Come on, Miss Kitty. I bought you, now you’re going to scream my name.”

He thrust into her as he
brutally rubbed the sensitive nub. It was as if he owned it and was staking his claim.

Her body was on fire. With bound wrists, she tried to balance herself as he drove wildly into her. “Please,” she begged.

“More,” he demanded, so very close to the edge.

Elizabeth pushed back into his driving strokes, hoping he’d fall off the edge.

“Cum for me,” he demanded, releasing her hips to change the angle. When she moaned, Ethan knew he found the magic spot. 

Her hands tightened in the skewed bedding. There was the telltale quake in her belly. As she approached the edge, she hoped he’d fall with her.

“Now,” he demanded, slapping her on the ass.

It was all she
needed to tumble. As she fell, the driving thrusts stopped. In fact, her body missed his as he pulled out.

Ethan stroked himself, until there was a tightening in his gut. With a few more slides of his slicked hand, he erupted, pouring hotly all over the woman on her knees. “Oh God! So good,” he murmured.

She gasped at the sensation as the wetness coated her skin. “Ethan!”

He stared down at her
back, coated in his cum. While it should have been the end of their fantasy, he wasn’t quite finished. There was something primitive about marking her like this.

“Roll over!”

She stared over her shoulder at him. “Ethan?”

When she didn't comply, he did it for her.

She stared up at him, still dressed. The look on his face said it all. He was a man on the edge. With adept fingers, she watched him undo the buttons on his shirt. As he slipped out of it, she admired his physique. From the tattoos all over his body, to the rise and fall of his sculpted chest, she was captivated.

“I’m not done. You told me I had all night, and I plan on taking it.”

She didn't know what to say. As Ethan dropped his boxers, she could see he was still semi aroused.

“Don’t worry. I’m far from worn out.” Without warning, he yanked the
bra off her body. “Now, I get to see you naked.”

Leaning over her, his mouth began exploring. The frenetic coupling was over. Now, he would just enjoy every single second of making her beg.

When he began teasing her throat, she wrapped her arms around his neck, the leather binding still in place. It drew his attention. In that moment, he really wanted to taste her mouth. Bringing his lips to hers, he invaded with the same hunger as before.

Elizabeth opened for him, as her legs wrapped around his hips. She fell into the kiss, only to have it abruptly
end. “Are you okay?” she asked, staring up into his eyes.

“Yeah, but I need to stop this,” he said,
reaching for her hands. Quickly, he unbound her wrists.

“What’s wrong, Ethan?” she asked, starting to get concerned.

He stared at her. “I don’t want Miss Kitty. I want my Elizabeth. While we’re here tonight, I want to make love to my woman, not a stranger. That was fun, but I need you, Lyzee. I want the woman who owns my heart.”

She didn't expect
his words.

It
caused a flutter in her belly. “I need you too, Cowboy.”

Reaching up, he pulled the wig from her head. Beneath sat the black pixie cut he loved. “Now, that’s better,” he offered, gazing into her icy blue eyes. “Miss Kitty is fun, but my
Elizabeth is far more exciting.”

“Oh, Ethan,” she murmured, caught completely off guard.

“You gave me my fantasy, but now I need my woman.”

Lying
back on the bed, she opened her arms. “Then take her, Ethan. I’m here for you.”

His heart skipped in his chest as his mouth sought hers. As their lips met, love blossomed. His soul met hers as they shared the moment.

Elizabeth would give him anything he needed, especially since his unfaltering adoration touched her heart more than he would ever know. “I love you,” she whispered, as his mouth trailed kisses down her body.

“I love you too,” he replied, swirling his tongue around her belly button.

As his lips moved over her flesh, her hands found his hair. Burying them in the silky lengths, she enjoyed the gentle ministrations of his mouth. Ethan was more than good in bed.

He was spectacular.

When he found her still wet and warm, he sought out his prize. When his lips found her sensitive clit, he played with it.

“Oh, Ethan,” she murmured, still sore from the frenetic fucking. Yet, his gentleness was undoing her. There was no way she’d ask him to stop.

Lapping at her, he allowed himself to be submerged in the taste and scent of his woman. This was better than Miss Kitty any day.

This was his
woman.

When she lifted her hips, desperate for his exploring tongue, he found himself starving again. When she began begging and quivering, Ethan pushed her over the edge.

Tumbling, Elizabeth let the colors and sounds envelope her. As she fought her way back to awareness, she saw him over her body. “My turn,” she offered, wanting to show her husband how much she loved him too.

He didn't fight. Instead, he leaned against the headboard. When her head found its way into his lap, Ethan moaned. The second her lips touched him, he was in heaven.

“Get me hard, Lyzee, my love,” he ordered, grateful for the way she knew his body. Already, all his blood was pooling in his lower region, getting him ready for what was to come. “I want to make love to my wife.”

There was nothing he liked more than her taking a ride.

Elizabeth sucked, licked, and teased him. It didn't take much until he was hard and ready. Glancing up his body, she saw him enjoying her oral skills.

“More,” he begged, not wanting the feeling to stop.

She gave him everything he asked for, and then some. When her hand cupped him, he moaned. “Oh, so damn good!”

With a few more licks
, he was ready. Pulling free of his body, she climbed into his lap. “Want a ride, Cowboy?” she asked, gazing into his eyes.

He watched with lust and need. “Yes!” he hissed, needing this more than anything else in the world.

Elizabeth slid him home, and they both moaned. When she began bouncing in his lap, her focus was solely on him. Their gaze never wavered as his hands remained on her hips, guiding her up and down, as she gave him what he craved. While Elizabeth loved the games they played, there was nothing like coming home and being welcomed by your love.

Moving
in his lap was the most beautiful woman in the world. Blackhawk was mesmerized by the sway of her breasts, the way she chewed on her lower lip, and her love for him.

“Ethan!” she gasped, as he pulled her down roughly, driving himself deep into her body. He was offering more pleasure than her body could handle.

He could hear her words, and offered more back. “So good, Lyzee. Give me all you have, baby.”

She brought her lips to his, as she worked him in and out of her body. It was that light meeting of mouths that moved hi
m closer to the edge. As lips met and tongues tangled, they found each other once more.

“I want you, Ethan,” she said, pulling away.

“There’s only you,” he promised, leaning his head back as he watched her.

“I’m close,” she whispered.

He was too. “Take me with you, Elizabeth. Fall with me.”

It was all it took. She came down on him one last time, and together they ruptured apart. Falling into the abyss, she clung to the
first man she ever truly loved.

As sound returned, Elizabeth could feel her body moving. Ethan was pulling them down into the decimated bed. There were scraps of cloths, fluids
, and general mayhem all around them.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered.

She grinned. “Yes, Director Blackhawk, but first, was it good for you?”

He laughed. “Yeah, it was Miss Kitty at her finest. You wore me out.”

Elizabeth cuddled. “Sweet dreams, Ethan. I love you.”

He murmured something, right before falling asleep.

In that moment, he’d found peace.

                            *     *      *

Time flew by like it always did.

Night became day.

Dark became light.

Before Ethan knew it, he was pulling away from the
deep hold of sleep. When he rolled over, he found the bed vacant beside him. Sitting up, Ethan glanced around the room. Gone was the mess, and so was his wife.