The Mistress - an Erotic Noir Novel (14 page)

She couldn’t guess what had changed, but she stayed near him
regardless, “But not enough to disappear for a night?”

Her words seemed to break down some final barrier in him and he
put his hands on her shoulders and brought his lips down, kissing her
on the mouth abruptly and holding that position for a moment.

She gasped into his mouth, but the way her shoulders relaxed, and
her stomach flipped was just so delicious. She wasn’t a broken
woman, and one negative experience couldn’t override all the
good, pleasurable sensations that she had been seeking out since she
had been in high school. Her hand squeezed his bicep as her body
melded against his, so much shorter than he as her head tilted up.

Max kept their mouths locked long until finally he broke the moist
swirl of their tongues and looked at her with wide, surprised eyes,
as if she had made that startling move and not him. “I’m
sorry Eva, I shouldn’t have presumed—” he said.

Her eyes fluttered opened, her entire body slow to respond as the
blood rushed from her head and into more carnal places. She could
feel her skin beg for his touch as her dark gaze met his, “Presume?”
she whispered breathlessly.

Squeezing her shoulders he licked his lips and stood a little
straighter, “What you meant about the night, I...” he
trailed off as he gazed down at the curly haired beauty, and as if
hypnotized he moved down, kissing her lips again, this time slower,
more purposeful as he felt his tongue out against her own lips,
tasting her so completely.

Her tongue responded in time, moistly probing against his in soft,
careful whirls. She felt so delicate in his arms, and even as she
returned his warm affection, she couldn’t stop the shiver she
felt in her body, the need to have someone hold her close.

Responding as if to that mental summons, his arms went around her
slowly, strongly pulling her against him as he clung to her with
tender desire, and an innate yearning to protect her. The kiss went
on forever it seemed, until he was subtly pushing her towards the
bed, their two bodies intertwined as he rubbed her back.

Even as her body shook, she easily took those required steps to
let herself down upon the bed in a graceful manner, her elbows
resting behind her back. Her flesh felt so hot, and that desire she
felt pulsed betwixt her thick thighs. She would not let one man ruin
this for her.

She would not let one man ruin other men. She reminded herself of
this as her fingers reached for his suit buttons, pressing them
through the holes so easily.

There were so many clothes to get through, but her nimble fingers
undid the buttons swiftly and he undid and pulled off his tie before
moving down around her, kissing her lips still as the sounds of their
lips smacking filled the posh room. A brush of her knee at his groin
and she felt the hardness there for her as the married man climbed
over her with such a desperate desire to experience her.

She wanted to prove to herself that nothing had changed, and she
grew bolder and bolder the more flesh that she revealed. Her
breathing was hot against his mouth as her moans grew louder, her
fingers working the hem of her skirt up, her stocking clad feet
begging his body between her legs.

“I don’t want to be alone,” she whispered into
his mouth, and she wasn’t even sure the words were audible with
how she silenced them along his lips.

His shirt and blazer were shrugged off his shoulders and arms, and
his hard torso was exposed. He had pale blonde hair across his chest,
and though he wasn’t as buff or strong as Allan, he looked
tougher, more rugged and masculine.

Sinking between her thighs she got off his belt and his pants
dropped with his underwear. He was all but nude as his thick, heavy
cock was exposed, but he hadn’t time to undress her fully. All
he’d managed was to undo her blouse, leaving it open, her bra
covered breasts out, and to reach up in under her skirt to hook her
panties to the side. She could hear the groaned utterance of her name
come from his chest as he sought to reassure her with his body, and
that male organ so thick and needy. Throbbing for her in its
exquisitely masculine shape, bulged at the crown.

Despite it all, she was grateful for the barrier of her clothes,
and she begged him in closer, her arms hooking around his in a manner
than hindered his motions to bare her chest to him. Her mouth moved
to his jaw, tracing down his neck, following the same path that her
eyes had taken so many times before. She flicked his skin with her
adept tongue, and even as she wondered if her actions were wise, she
couldn’t help but whisper how much she needed him, her lips
brushing against his flesh with each word.

The coarseness of his stubble along that broad, masculine jaw
didn’t deter her and he only grew more excited. Laying down
over top of her, he nudged the sizable tip of his cock against her
slit, kissing her neck as he gradually pressed himself against and
finally into her sex. He was nearly nude, his pants barely hanging
off the hard, shapely swell of his ass as he gave a push and imbedded
most of his length inside her with a heavy groan of satisfaction.

Her breathing quickened and a moan of anticipation turned into a
loud purr of delight. That hot, familiar feeling pressing between her
thighs, gliding into her wetted slit was what she needed. It was
exactly what she needed.

Her fingers moved to his shoulders and she squeezed them as her
licking tongue explored the hair along his neck, enjoying the
sensation of the hard bristles running under her tongue as her legs
rose up, her hips rolling back as her body pleaded with him to go
deeper.

So large and broad, the strong older man began to give into her
demands, his hips bucking with a rising rate as he pressed his
thickness into her deeper and deeper.

His harsh breathing grew louder as the slap of his sac striking
her fleshy ass came on faster, harder, and he suckled her lower lip
through the groans of satisfaction. She could feel his veiny length
bulging within her, having grown to such a size with his desire for
her nubile young body.

Despite her need for discretion and to protect her reputation, she
had never had issues with sex, nor with multiple partners. Always a
curious young woman, she’d explored many scenarios and men that
she’d come to realize she didn’t like, and explored many
more than she did.

Strong, married men absolutely made the cut, and she felt her body
tense underneath him with that deep, carnal pleasure. Her arms
wrapped so tightly around his shoulders, his body covering as much of
hers as possible as she began to quiver beneath him.

“You feel so good,” she moaned loudly, her heart
hammering against her chest. “Your wife is so lucky.”

She could feel him tense at that reminder, though it didn’t
make him stop. Nothing could seem to make the man stock pounding into
her cunt with such zeal to have her, and instead he only hammered her
body harder. Faster. As if he could outpace the reality if he just
fucked her sweet, tight cunt a little more, a little better.

She knew it was a cruel reminder, but she only meant it with all
the sweetness of a full-fledged compliment. As her teeth nipped his
skin, her breathing was faster, and her hands wandered down his naked
back to his pelvis, “You make me feel so safe.”

Digging his fingers into her ass, he clutched onto her as he
angled their bodies and pounded into her with all the expertise he
knew how. She could feel the scrape of his stubbled jaw along her
face, the heavy husk of his hard breathing as he pounded into her, he
was all man in a way that her younger lovers or her older, more
civilized trysts never were or could be, and he wanted to please her
badly in that direct manner.

Her legs hooked above his pelvis and her back relaxed into the
bed. He could see she was red-faced, and not just from the small,
tender scrapes along her chin and jaw. Her breathing was hard, and
she gasped out, “Are you good from behind?”

Her eyes were closed, and her hands still groped up and along his
shoulder blades.

Kissing her hard he then nodded, “Yeah,” he said in
his breathy voice, pushing from her leg lock and helping position her
body so that the two could quickly couple again. With her sumptuous
body on its arms and knees, he slid his thickness back inside her,
giving such a satisfied groan it was as if he was entering her for
the first time all over again.

With her skirt pulled up, her ass cheeks revealed, he gripped each
and began to pump, pistoning his cock into her as the slap of flesh
was now increased two fold as his hard hips struck her fleshy rear.

Her head fell towards the bed and he could hear her gasp, her
breathing so heavy as he was able to push into her, harder and
faster, hitting that tender spot within her as his sac pendulumed to
her throbbing clit. She wanted him so bad, but no matter how hard and
fast and well he thrust into her wanting form, her large, round ass
banging against his hips, she couldn’t clear herself of the
haunting image of Professor Turing.

Even as her body coiled and she reached that point of ultimate
ecstasy, she couldn’t stop the tears from wetting the bed.
“Maxxx,” she groaned needily, her voice quivering with
the intensity of the stress enhanced orgasm.

The tightening of her quim about him as she found her satisfaction
made him groan aloud. His fully hardened cock couldn’t take the
extra pressure of those damp folds and he bellowed a low groan of his
own, letting loose a heavy torrent of virile seed as he came along
with her, the two of them falling over that precipice together, their
loins spasming and tingling with such fire of sensation together
until his were emptied and she was spent.

It was something wholly different for her. The need to prove to
herself that everything was fine, the stress of her lover being
fingered in a murder, and the desire for a man who could make all of
those problems disappear. It wasn’t just gratitude, or a need
for him to sympathize with her. In calmer days she might have seduced
him to do just that, but this illicit act was about something far
more primal than even the studied Eva could wholly understand.

As she came down from her intense high, her entire body felt spent
and sore, and she was overcome with a need to be enveloped by someone
else. It almost struck her as ironic that she was yearning for a
father figure to care for and protect her, but her exhaustion kept
her good humour at bay.

Falling down around her, his cock still buried within her folds,
he put his arms about her body and held her as the two lay panting
and breathing hard. He kissed the back of her neck, nudging her
curled hair out of the way as he moved about to her shoulder until
the two slid to their side and spooned in the after moments of their
coupling.

She was grateful her skirt was pulled around her hips as she
pulled him against her body, her form shaking as she tried to warm
the chills away. His skin was so hot against her, yet even with her
clothes on, she felt that strange sensation creep over her body and
she kept tugging him closer.

For his part, Max didn’t try to pull away, and he only held
her close, kissing her softly as the two lay. He had important things
to be doing, but he was unwilling to tear himself away from this
sweet young woman in her hour of need, so he instead murmured to her
such soft, sweet nothings.

It wasn’t long before his comfort soothed her to the point
of exhaustion, her body growing heavy against his arms as she lay
next to him, half clothed and drooling his seed between her thick
thighs. Her eyes fluttered closed as her breathing became steady and
regular, slumber gripping her exhausted form.

When she awoke it was pitch black in the room and no light at all
seeped through the window. Night time had fallen and though she fell
into sleep with Max, she awoke alone. Feeling more rested despite
having not slept through the night, she turned on the light and found
a note written by the detective for her:

‘Sorry Eva, duty calls and you’re safer with this
murderer behind bars than loose. Stay put and you’ll be safe.
I’ll be back as soon as I can. Max.’

She rubbed her head groggily, and despite the late hour, she opted
to take a bath, letting the soothing, overly hot water ease away her
worries and concerns. She hadn’t brought a change of clothes
or, really, anything but for her purse.

Still, an hour or more passed with her in the bath, working
through the emotional turmoil of the last couple of days, her mind
reeling. Terrence was sleeping with Sylvia too? Then what did Turing
have to do with anything? She found herself shivering, despite the
fact that the water was so hot it burned her flesh, and she kept
adding more scalding steam to the tub as it cooled.

When she finally stepped out, her skin was red, but she felt
cleansed, and the routine task of fixing her makeup and lotioning her
skin was welcome.

Leaving a note addressed to Max at the front desk and detailing
her plans, it was still dark as she made her way to her usual church.
Though her family wasn’t near enough to attend with her, their
tendrils of influence extended far. She couldn’t displease them
and, besides, she felt like she needed to be in a safe haven. To
gather her strength and conviction, and when the service finally
ended, she left with an extra spring to her step.

Moving to one of the public payphones, she dialed the detective’s
number.

The operator quickly informed her that Max wasn’t available,
though this time unlike the last she had no further details for Eva
at all. Wherever he was, he hadn’t left instructions to pass on
anything to her, it seemed.

Thanking the woman, and with her shoulders back, she hailed a cab
to take her back to campus; to Allan’s dorm.