SiNN (11 page)

He did not disappoint.

Squeezing her breast, he also concentrated on her cunt,
easing two fingers inside her sheath. At the delicious pressure, Lea ground her
buttocks against him, feeling his cock. Already it had grown thicker, stiffer,
telling Lea that Jake would soon expect her to accommodate its impressive size.

Against the constraint of her clothing, Lea parted her legs
as much as she could, offering Jake her obedience and will.

He flicked his left thumb over her nipple. With his right,
he traced the contours of her pussy, her damp lips and clit.

His first stroke on the hard bud sent Lea to her toes, where
she remained for a long moment before sinking back down. Waves of pleasure rose
from deep within her, reaching the tips of her fingers and the soles of her
feet. Breathing hard, she whispered, “More.”

Maintaining control, showing her who was boss, Jake stopped
rubbing her nipple and only circled her nub, edging close, but not quite
touching it.

Lea brought down her arm and dug her fingers into his wrist.
“Please!” she cried. “Rub—ahhhh.” She choked out a moan at his thumb sliding
over her small rise of flesh, making it even more sensitive.

Through a haze of pleasure, Lea watched Toby’s reaction to
the shameless scene. His tie wiggled with his rapid breathing. If he gritted
his teeth any harder, she figured he’d break a few.

As though to taunt him as much as her, Jake stroked her clit
lightly, maddeningly, urging her toward climax, while also denying it.

Again, Lea pushed to her toes, this time coming down hard,
her running shoes making smacking sounds on the floor. She whipped her head
from side to side, freeing a bit of her hair from between her and Jake’s body.
The thick tress slid over her shoulder.

Her distress had no effect on Jake. Lazily, he explored and
used her body. Each time she whimpered in protest, he stopped altogether, a
reminder that the pace of her satisfaction was his to control.

Hers to endure.

When she let out a frustrated sigh, then muttered an oath,
Jake nipped her lobe with his teeth, further chastising her.

At last, Lea yielded fully, her brain reduced to mush, her
will nonexistent.

Jake paused a moment as though to test her. When Lea offered
no resistance, plea, or demand, he moved his fingers within her sheath,
withdrawing them slowly, only to burrow them back inside. His other hand left
her breast and went to her clit, his fingers stroking it.

She fought a shiver, afraid it would cause him to pause.

He increased the pressure, rubbing harder, as though daring
her to lose control so he could stop again, punishing her a bit more.

Jaw clenched, Lea resisted, breathing as deeply as she was
able, making certain she didn’t fist her fingers or tighten the muscles in her
cunt. She didn’t want to give Jake any indication of her distress.

He already knew.

His fingers slowed, then stopped, his chest bumping into her
back with his deep breath.

Unable to stop herself, Lea mewed.

“Quiet,” he ordered.

Biting her lower lip, she obeyed and relaxed as much as she
was able, a signal to him that she’d take whatever he imposed. If he demanded
she wait all night for relief, she’d follow his lead.

Perspiration dampened the hollow of her throat and the skin
beneath her breasts. Warm air from the ceiling vents poured down on her, drying
it.

Brushing his lips over her cheek, Jake continued.

Lea bit back a moan at his teasing strokes. For a long
moment, she regarded Toby, knowing how whorish she must look, enjoying it. This
was what she craved…unrestrained passion with no regret. This was what he would
give her before their time together ended.

Averse to thinking about their farewell, Lea delivered
herself to whatever Jake willed, her lids sinking down. In the relative dark,
she drifted, transformed from a woman on the run to a sensual creature made for
a man’s cock, mouth, hands.

Jake’s used her well.

Her body weakened and tensed, uncertain of its direction,
her climax edging near only to slide away. Time slowed to a crawl. Sounds
faded. She smelled of her own need and Jake’s cum, the scents rich and musky.

They sent her over the edge.

On a bawdy cry, Lea came, gasping, then swallowing, only to
gasp once more.

Jake continued to rub her.

Noooo.
She couldn’t take it, her body was too
sensitive, her nerves strung tight. Bringing down her other arm, she wrapped
her fingers around his thick wrists. “Stop.”

“No.”

“Please.”

Jake continued, brushing his fingertips over her nub. She
tried to fight him, but he was far too strong. Within minutes, she’d climaxed
again.

Panting, Lea swallowed, her head hanging down. Jake pulled
his fingers from her and moved back. She tried to open her eyes to see what he
was doing, where he was going but could not. Her lids were too heavy. Her body
too spent.

Her knees started to give out, her only plan to sink to the
floor and rest.

“No,” Jake said, not allowing it.

Already he’d moved in front of her. The sounds he made told
her he’d dropped to his knees. “Put your hand on my shoulder.”

Blindly, she obeyed, still breathing hard.

As she used him for support, Jake untied her running shoes,
directing Lea to lift one foot, then the other as he removed the shoes and her
socks. He next guided her to step out of her jeans and panties.

She heard the denim falling to her side.

Back on his feet, Jake pulled her into him, his cock
pressing against her cunt, the shaft rigid and thick.

Lea knew there would be no denying him now. He was a man who
would take his pleasure, using her for as long as he chose. The thought
thrilled. She lifted her face to his.

Jake swooped down, kissing her deeply.

She groaned around his tongue, her hands grasping his
biceps. More moisture seeped from her pussy, her body preparing for his
intimate invasion, wanting him inside.

Finished with their kiss, he eased back, his fingertips
trailing down her cheek and over her bottom lip.

The gesture was so unexpected and tender, Lea’s throat
tightened with emotion. Giving him a smile, she smoothed his errant locks.

“Don’t leave me,” Lea whispered before she knew she would.

Something flashed across his face. Surprise? Bewilderment?
Concern? Quickly, Jake pushed his emotions aside and kissed her again, fiercer
this time.

When Lea was breathless, he tore his mouth free of hers.
With his arm around her waist, he led her to one of the sofas, no more than two
feet from Toby. At an angle where the man would miss nothing of what would
surely transpire…Jake taking her, fucking her raw until they were both
satisfied, her cunt stinging, his cock sore.

Lea’s heart snagged on a beat, then pumped violently at the
wantonness of her thoughts. They were no match for reality.

“On your knees,” Jake ordered, steel in his words. “Your
arms on the sofa. Spread your legs wide, arch your back and lift your ass.”

Lea pictured herself in the position he demanded. The image
stole all of her of strength, not allowing her to remain standing even if she’d
wanted. She sank to the floor, all too aware of Jake and Toby watching her. The
sofa was low and she was tall, which made this the ideal location for Jake to take
her. Assuming the stance she knew he and Toby craved, she lifted her ass,
presenting it to them, her openings exposed, defenseless against their use.

Neither man moved.

Seconds ticked by. Warm air brushed against her damp pussy,
heightening her nudity. Heat rushed to her chest, throat and face, stinging her
skin. Lea dug her fingers into the sofa’s buttery leather. She wanted to look
over, to see what they were doing, to tell them to fill her for God’s sake, but
did not.

She sensed they’d enjoy her complete submission more. She
certainly did.

More time dragged by. Lea waited, the pulse points in her
temples pounding, her mouth going dry, her limbs growing heavy.

The floorboards creaked beneath a man’s weight.

Jake’s.

Lea heard his naked feet slapping the floor. Apparently, he
hadn’t given Toby permission to enjoy her. Unless Toby hadn’t yet decided to
cross that line.

Her fingers pressed into the leather. He would, dammit. She
wouldn’t allow him to disappoint her.

“Wider,” Jake ordered, his hands on her buttocks, spreading
her cheeks.

Forcing down a swallow, Lea spread her legs a bit more, no
part of her hidden from him.

Leisurely, Jake explored her, trailing his fingers down the
seam between her cheeks, tracing the tight ring of her anus, continuing his journey
to her cunt, slippery with her juices, her clit hard with unfulfilled need.

Gulping air, Lea turned her face to the side.

Past her curtain of hair, she saw Toby’s strained
expression. It wasn’t a surprise, nor was the way he stared at Jake bathing the
head of his cock in her moisture, running the crown up and down the full length
of her cleft.

Lea imagined what she looked like to Toby. Naked. Displayed.
Available. The brazen picture pulled a moan from her.

Toby’s attention shot to her face, then returned quickly to
her ass. Both her openings.

With one hand gripping her hip, Jake probed her pussy with
the tip of his cock. The pressure was slight but stirring. Currents of
sensation swept through her channel, tightening her inner muscles.

That hardly deterred Jake.

With one assured and powerful thrust, he entered Lea, his
rigid cock tunneling through her hot, wet sheath, demanding entry, that her
body shelter his.

A rough groan spilled from her lips at Jake’s shaft
stretching her cunt to the limit of its endurance. Her opening stung slightly.

Lea welcomed it. Encouraged it. She wanted Jake to fuck her
senseless. To make her forget what awaited her in the future. To stave off her
grief at what she’d have to leave behind.

Teeth clenched, she refused to think about anything bad,
wanting only this.

Jake held nothing back, pumping into her with unbridled
lust, his balls smacking her ass.

She lifted it so he could penetrate even deeper, as far as a
man could go. In acknowledgment, surely in compensation, he slipped his hand
between her legs, his fingers brushing her clit.

The combination of his cock’s exquisite pressure and the
unrelenting movement of his hand undid Lea, tensing her body, bringing her
climax closer, closer.

She fought it, wanting to drag the act out forever.

All too quickly, she lost.

Alternately gulping air and crying out, she was unable to
stop the intense shudders racking her body. Lea’s pussy clutched Jake’s cock as
he continued to drive himself into her, enduring for minutes, long past her
climax before his bellows signaled his release.

Beneath it, Lea heard Toby’s footfalls.

She expected him to come closer, to take his turn before she
had a chance to recover.

His shoes tapped against the hardwood, the sounds receding
as he moved away from her and Jake in the direction of the kitchen.

Chapter Six

In a back office, Cubrero sat next to the manager of The
Second Circle, long closed for the evening. The burly young man looked wary,
sweat glistening on his forehead and bristly upper lip. Smelling of too much
designer cologne and fear, he pulled nervously on his cigarette.

His taste for street drugs—coke to get high, weed to
relax—had made him vulnerable to whatever his supplier wanted.

Not that Cubrero had ever acted in that low-level capacity.
Nor did the young man know who he really was. To him, Cubrero might have been
one of the cartel’s middlemen or a trusted lieutenant or simply an enforcer.

He twisted his pocketknife slowly in his hand, its blade
glinting in the office’s hard light.

While the manager watched the weapon, Cubrero regarded the
recording of Lea’s performance tonight as SiNN. Sultry Latin music accompanied
her graceful descent to the stage where she remained at her partner’s feet,
arms around his muscular thigh, her face lifted to his.

In the chairs nearest her, Cubrero saw himself. His head was
bent to his cellphone, but he’d never stopped watching her body or what he
could see of her face.

A new angle replaced the old, the camera sweeping the crowd,
those men behind the chairs.

Cubrero leaned forward. Pointing his weapon’s blade at the
monitor, he ordered, “Slow it down.”

The manager moved so quickly, he knocked over his coffee
cup. Murky liquid rolled over the papers on his desk. He froze at the mess.

“Now,” Cubrero snapped.

“I am. I am.” He slowed the recording’s speed until it moved
frame by frame.

“Point out the ones who aren’t regulars,” Cubrero
instructed. “Make certain you’re correct.”

The young man’s attention dropped to the knife, no longer
pointed toward the screen, but at his gut. Sucking in a breath, he brought his
smoke back to his lips, his hand trembling.

Cubrero leaned back in his folding chair, concentrating on
both the manager and the recording.

“Him,” the young man said, his thick finger tapping the
screen.

The individual in question appeared to be in college, surely
no more than twenty-one. Too youthful, too powerless to have convinced Lea to
go with him or to have had the audacity to end her call. Cubrero made no
comment, his lengthening silence saying he wasn’t pleased.

Adjusting his bulk, the manager leaned closer to the screen
and pointed to the next face. “I’ve never seen him here before.”

To Cubrero, this one dressed like a banker or a lawyer.
Decidedly middle-aged, he was out of shape, his corpulent body disqualifying
him as a candidate for law enforcement. He was also alone, not commenting to or
noticing the men flanking him.