Boston's hazy July night was sticky, but not nearly as sticky as Vesper Swan's hands. She squeezed her slender fingers around Luca's lengthy bronze shaft, teasing his last drop into her mouth. She held him there for a moment. Savoring.
She gave one last swirl of her tongue beneath the head, feeling him twitch. A thrill ran through her belly.
Why do I love this so much?
She hated how warm she felt every time he let her taste him. But it didn't make her ache any less.
"A guy could really get used to this, Ves," Luca said.
He slouched deeper into the Escalade's plush leather driver's seat and stroked Vesper's dark curls all the way to the small of her back. She shivered when his thick fingers brushed beneath the waist of her panty line.
"Luca," she chided. She turned up from his cock and scowled--
mostly
playfully. "You know the line."
He laughed and slipped a curl behind her ear. Then, with just the right amount of effort, cupped the back of her head and pushed her mouth back down.
Every time he guided her back down, it made her feel filthy and special all at once. Like he knew exactly what her mouth was for.
God help her... she loved that feeling.
"I know all about the line," Luca said as her lips sealed back around him. "I also know I hate it."
Vesper sucked him again. Lazily. Not to get him fully revved back up. Just because she liked his girth filling her mouth.
"You could leave him, you know."
This time, Vesper sat all the way up. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Still tastes like him.
"And then what? Get crucified for being with you? C'mon Luca, we've talked about this."
Vesper stuffed her heavy tits back into a white tank top that struggled to hold them. "I'm already on thin ice with the Order. What do you think they'd do to me if they caught us like this?"
"I don't think--"
"No, Luca. You don't," Vesper said, a touch more sharply than she meant to. "Our bloody executions aside... I love my husband. Truly. He just isn't..."
Luca stuffed himself back into his jeans. Vesper studied the hefty outline beneath his boxers before he zipped up.
Good God, maybe just once, she thought
.
"Enough," Luca finished. "I get it. He's Unknowing. But that's not why you keep doing
this
. And I don't mean fooling around with me. I mean hunting. You don't need to be a part of this. You're
choosing
it and you should probably ask yourself why."
Dammit, I hate that I keep coming back. I hate that Danny isn't enough.
"It's none of your damn business why I do what I do," Vesper said. She caressed Luca's hidden cock with the back of her hand. "Why don't you not worry what
I
do? Why don't you only worry about how long I keep letting you?"
Luca groaned, shifting his muscular frame in his seat. "Don't do that."
Vesper's lips curled into a pouty smile. "Do what?"
"That," Luca said. He gently placed Vesper's hand into her own lap. "Every time I ask a question, your mouth winds up doing anything other than answering."
"Of all the problems a man could bitch about," she replied, rolling her eyes. She pressed the back of her hand against forehead with faux drama. "Oh woe is me, a beautiful woman wants to suck my cock. Again."
Luca chuckled, threw a glance out at the Boston city lights. "You know what I mean."
Vesper flipped down the visor and checked her makeup in the vanity mirror. "Maybe someday I'll answer. But for now, we've got a good thing going right?" We keep watching each others back as always, the money stays good, you let off a little steam and avoid another Collar--"
"And you keep drinking me dry for the extra pep in your step," Luca finished. "I get it."
Vesper draped her arm out the window. Heavy bass pounded from a nearby night club. She remembered night clubs. And dancing. Letting the rhythm take over had come naturally to her. Her grandmother would say that was the lineage in her. The deep traces of the Old World. But Vesper knew that was bullshit. Nothing but a polite excuse.
Her body needed the beat, needed the rush of a stranger's hands on her hips. When he pressed into her from behind... It needed them because of what was buried deep in her blood.
Luca snapped his fingers. "Ves, earth to Vesper."
She collected her thoughts and turned to the job ahead of them. "You have the decree?"
Luca leaned over her lap and opened the glove box. Just having his mouth that close made her press her thighs tight.
No... drinking his Essence is one thing. But no more...
He rummaged for a second then retrieved a thin, rolled parchment.
"It's legit. Checked the place out myself. Then I checked it again phased."
Vesper began to object, but Luca held up a hand. "And before you get those tiny panties of yours in a bunch, yes I'm sure no one saw me."
"Fine. Shall we?" Vesper asked.
Luca adjusted his cock with a lingering rub. "Unless you think you need another helping."
Vesper bit her lower lip. Luca locked his dark brown eyes on her. The sound of his zipper cut through the silence.
Damn him. Just a little taste. Just one...
Vesper's lip trembled as she bit down harder. She should have said no. Should have pushed him away. But her body didn't care. Her thighs clenched as her fingers curled under the waistband of Luca's jeans, dragging them down just far enough to free him.
He was already hard again. Thick. Heavy. The flushed head bobbed as she breathed a soft moan and wrapped her fingers around him.
