Heller’s Decision (17 page)

“
Barnes, you drive Matilda and the clients
to the TV studio now, then all of them home afterwards. Keep the
vehicle overnight and pick up the clients tomorrow morning to bring
them here. Matilda and I will come directly from my place
tomorrow,” Heller instructed. “Farrell, you can come with me now.”
We all nodded and went our separate ways.

The whole
Heller’s
contingent escorted Barb and Roger to the carpark,
once again past the PRON Productions booth. But it was already
deserted, the signs removed, all stock taken. Mr Hairpiece must
have moved on them quickly.

In the
carpark we split into the two vehicles. Heller took a
moment to cup my chin and lean down to tenderly kiss me. He spoke
in a soft voice meant only for me.
Hmm, perhaps he had learned something from
what I’d said to him
, I
thought with a burst of hopeful joy. “Though I’m very keen to see
what is inside that shopping bag you’re holding, I will be home
rather late tonight, my sweet. I hope that won’t disrupt your
plans.”

“
Oh,” I said, all my hopeful joy instantly
turning into disappointment. But then I reconsidered. Who needed to
be alert for work the next day when you had a night with Heller
planned? And besides, I was doing nothing more exertive than coming
back here to
Seductively Sextravagant
. As the PRON goons had been moved on, there was nothing to
do but follow Barb and Roger through their routine one last time.
By now I could do it with my eyes shut (which they probably would
be after a late night with Heller). “It’s okay. I’ll be ready for
you no matter when you come home.”

He smiled. “I hoped you’d say that.”

We had
enough time for Bick to drive Barb and Roger back to their
hotel to change into more normal clothes before we headed for the
station. Trent’s interview with them was masterful. Respectful the
entire time, he allowed them a lot of scope to discuss the
objectives of their HUMP action group, drawing them out with
insightful questions in a humorous and non-judgemental way. I think
they actually enjoyed themselves, which is more than a lot of
Trent’s other guests ever did.

They declined Trent’s offer of dinner,
explaining how tired and unsettled they felt after the events of
the last few days.
After
we dropped them back at their hotel, Bick drove me back to the
Warehouse.

“
So what’s with that Brady guy,” he asked,
pulling up outside. “He was giving you devil eyes the whole time we
were there.”

I squirmed in my seat. “He doesn’t really
like me much. A few things happened in the studio that he blames me
for.”

“Oh yeah? Things seem to happen around you a
lot.”

I scrambled out of the 4WD, not wanting to
become involved in a tedious and complex explanation about my
tumultuous work incidents. “Bye, Bick. See you
tomorrow.”

He took the hint, tooting the horn and
driving off. I raced upstairs, my shopping bag banging against my
leg.

I had a special treat to
organise.

Chapter 11

I
t was quite late by the time he returned home and I’d
almost fallen asleep. Hearing the front door of his flat open, I
bounded from bed to meet him barefoot at his bedroom door, my hair
out and bed-rumpled. I’d dressed only in a loosely tied short silk
robe, a present I’d recently bought myself. This was the first time
he’d seen it.

Though he looked a little tired, he raised
his eyebrows and pulled off his polo shirt
, preparing to change out of his uniform. “I hope
there’s a surprise for me under that robe.”

I smiled evilly. “There sure is.”

With his shirt off, he yanked me to him,
wrapping his arms around me, his lips clamping on mine. I slipped
my hands over his back, caressing it. While he kissed me, he ran
his hands up the back of my thighs, under my robe. He grabbed my
bare butt, fingers kneading into my skin.

Our lips separated. “Well, well. My Matilda
appears to have forgotten her underwear.”

“Who said I forgot?”

His lips curled upwards in amusement. “I
need to freshen up a bit first, my sweet.” He made moves towards
his ensuite bathroom.

“No!” I squealed, rushing to the door to bar
his entrance. “Use your other bathroom.”

Without a word he did what I asked,
leaving to go to his smaller second bathroom near the bedroom that
Niq rarely used. Five minutes later he returned, a towel wrapped
around his waist, his hair still damp from his shower. He smelled
wonderful.

“What do you have in plan for me this
evening, my sweet?”

“
Almost morning, you mean.”
I took his hand and led him
towards his ensuite. “Come with me.”

“
You remember how dangerous the shower can
be,” he reminded me as we trekked through his walk-in robe, a hint
of laughter in his voice.

“Not the shower. Something better.”

Inside the bathroom, I untucked his towel
and threw it on the vanity basin. He untied the belt on my robe so
that it fell open and ran his hands over my breasts. We kissed for
a while, our hands roaming over each other. Already aroused, his
erection sprang out proudly, pressing against my
stomach.

Smiling at him, I led him to where I’d
placed an air mattress on the tiled floor of the bathroom. Frowning
slightly, he looked at me inquisitively.

“It’s something I saw Barb do in one of her
movies,” I explained.

I
gently nudged him down towards the floor so that he laid
facedown on the mattress. I wriggled out of my robe and reached for
the massage oil I’d warmed earlier while waiting for him. I poured
huge blobs of it on his back and started massaging his shoulders
and lower back.

He groaned with pleasure. “Oh Matilda, that’s
just what I needed. Perfect.”

I took my time, rubbing my hands over
every part of him, revelling in the feel of his taut muscles and
smooth skin. I glided my hands down his arms and back to his
shoulder blades, down his back, lingering over the tight curves of
his butt, then down his muscular thighs and calves to his big
feet.

He groaned again, relaxing under my
touch.

I stopped briefly to add some more oil to
my hand, but instead of dripping it on him, I moved into his line
of eye, as he had his head to the side. I ran the scented oil over
my breasts and stomach and my thighs while he watched with hungry
eyes. He reached out his hand to touch me, but I’d positioned
myself just out of range, he soon realised with a smile.

I moved back around to his feet and slid
my entire body up the length of his until I was lying on top of
him, my breasts pressing into his back. I moved up and down on his
body, giving him a full body massage with my body.

He groaned a third time, but huskier this
time, more intense.

“That feels wonderful. I love the feel of
your body on mine.”

I
used my whole body, my breasts, my belly, my thighs, my
feet, to knead his muscles, gliding down his body and back up
again, stopping to lean over his shoulder to nibble on his ear and
kiss his neck. He twisted his head further sideways and I craned
down to touch my lips against his.

“
My sweet, you’ll have me drilling a hole
through the bathroom tiles into Daniel’s flat if you keep this
up.”

I laughed and moved off him momentarily to
dollop more oil over him
. This time, I faced the opposite direction to him and used
my butt to slide up him, ending up astride the small of his back to
knead his butt with my hands and use my feet to massage his feet
and calves. After a few further minutes of that, I climbed off him
so he could roll over. He hadn’t been joking about the penetrative
ability of his boner. It looked hard enough to do some real damage
to tile and timber. I shivered with anticipation.

He reached out to stroke my oily breasts
while I dripped more oil on his body. We locked eyes as I rubbed it
into his chest, across his shoulders down his arms and back to his
stomach. He held his breath as my hands crept lower, but I skirted
his meat-drill, continuing down his legs, thighs, shins,
feet.

“Matilda,” he said hoarsely, grabbing my arm
and trying to pull me away from his feet and back up to more urgent
parts of him.

I shook off his hand with a smile and
reapplied more oil to my body, his ravenous eyes watching me rub it
over my breasts and stomach, down my thighs and in between my
legs.

“
Matilda, please,” he said again, almost
begging, his hands reaching out for me.

Pressing my breasts against his feet, I
slid up his body, pressing his manhood between them as I did. I
didn’t stop there though, but continued upwards until I was lying
fully on top of him, chest to chest. For once I felt in control of
our lovemaking and I teased him by lightly brushing my lips across
his, my tongue darting out to touch his. He clamped his arms around
me and forced my lips back to his. We kissed deeply as our bodies
slipped together, hands roaming greedily over each other’s oily
skin.

He yanked my legs down off his body so
that I straddled him, my knees hitting the mattress. He tried to
slide me downwards so that he could push himself into me, but I
wasn’t ready for that. Instead, I swiftly slid myself down his body
again so that I lay between his thighs.

“Don’t torture me, my sweet,” he groaned.

I ran my tongue several times up and down
his rigid shaft – not finding the taste of the edible oil too
unpleasant – before taking him in my mouth. He lay back with his
arms flopped out to each side, his eyes shut and mouth open, saying
nothing but a soft, “Oh, God”, now and then.

I worked hard with my mouth and my tongue
and my hands, only stopping when I felt the first hint of warning
throbbing in his shaft. I slid back up to his mouth and we kissed
ardently, this time me letting him push me down towards
him.

His hardness was slippery and oily and I
very aroused, so he slid inside me easily. But that was the last
easy thing that happened for ten minutes as we fucked each other
hard, desperately, grappling together and rolling around, our
bodies slipping and sliding against each other’s. At some point the
valve to the air mattress popped like a champagne cork, not able to
handle our vigorous movements. The air gushed out of it and we
rolled off the deflated mattress and slid around his bathroom floor
tiles, still going for it. We could have fallen off a cliff
together and we would have continued – it was just that
good.

He slid his thumb between our hips so that
I pressed against it with every one of his strokes, soon sending me
to a soaring orgasm. His final thrusting was so forceful, he sent
us skidding across the entire bathroom floor, not stopping until we
slammed hard into the opposite wall as he came.

I gasped for air, jammed between him and
the wall, the breath knocked out of me for all sorts of
reasons.

“
Now
that
was memorable sex,” he panted when he recovered, smiling at
me as we disentangled. He staggered to his feet, holding out his
hand to haul me up as well. But he didn’t make it upright. His feet
slid out from under him as he tried to stand, both the bathroom
floor and his soles covered in massage oil. He fell on his butt
inelegantly, arms and legs everywhere. A fit of laughter, which
soon had me choking for more air, consumed me at the
sight.

He tried to stand again, clutching the
wall, but his feet skidded apart in different directions. He was
left hanging for a long minute doing the splits and looking rather
pained about it. I laughed harder. It wasn’t often I saw Heller
looking so awkward and clumsy. He had to drop to one knee to regain
some foot grip.

Laughing helplessly,
I grasped the wall with my palms flat and
fingers splayed, and tried to stand. My feet immediately slipped
backwards so I fell on my knees, banging my head on the wall. I
rubbed my forehead as Heller managed to get to both feet again,
skating unsteadily around me, his arms out for balance. “Is this
oil water-soluble?”

“I think so. I didn’t really read the
instructions.”

“They probably said don’t drip it all over
the floor, my sweet.”

“
Probably,” I said, a little regretful. “I
guess I should have been a little more careful.”

“
We need to get over to the
shower.”

While I didn’t disagree with him, the
problem with that plan was that the shower
was situated on the other side of the room
and he had a generously sized bathroom.

“
How?” I asked, barely getting two feet
back on the floor before slipping over on my butt, lying back in
defeat, looking up at him as he hovered unsteadily over
me.

He slipped over on to his butt again,
almost crushing me as he fell. We both groaned, but definitely not
the same kind of groans we’d shared only moments earlier. We looked
at each other, both of us supine on the tiled floor.

“
We’ll have to crawl over to the shower,”
he decided. “Walking doesn’t seem to be an option.”

Giggles spurted from me. “Right, cause
there’s nothing as dignified as two naked crawling
people.”