Illegal

“I like my vodka straight,” Faith turned to Dillon. “How do you like yours?”
Dillon sat in a plush burgundy couch, his eyes keenly aware of Faith’s every move. He’d been working with Alcazar for nearly two years. He hadn’t seen this woman in the same amount of time. “I don’t,” he said shortly.
Faith smirked and turned to look at him, taking a shot of vodka as she did so. “Is that so?” She laughed. “Not that it matters.” She walked to her dresser and opened it, taking out a leather portfolio. She sighed and looked at Dillon, her head tilted to one side. “Y’know, I’m being paid a lot of money if this lands in your boss’s hands…how do I know you can efficiently do the job.”
Dillon stood and leaned forward, taking it from her fingers.
Faith made no attempt to stop him, smiling slightly as he did so. Her eyes pierced his with her unwavering gaze.
Dillon slowly opened the portfolio. It was empty. He slapped it shut and looked at Faith. “What in the hell is this?”
“I may be blonde, Mr. Quartermaine. But I assure you, I’m not dumb. Mr. Alcazar is supposed to transfer half int acc accounts now and half when he gets this.”
Dillon’s jaw set as he took out his cell phone and gave his word for the funds to be transferred. He smiled coldly. “There.”
“Mmmhmm…” Faith advance on Dillon slowly. “You look a little young to be working in this line of work.”
“Old enough,” he said shortly.
“So it appears…” She took out a long cigarette from her case and tapped it against the table in concentration. “Dillon…” She said slowly, remembering. A slow smile came to her lips as her eyes languidly ran up his body. “You’re the boy who had my money…”
“It wasn’t your money—“
“And it wasn’t yours either,” She said coolly. She hopped up on the table and crossed her legs. Her eyes appraised him. “All grown up,” she mused. Faith had put most of her promiscuous ways behind her. But every woman had needs…And she was in her prime at 36.
Dillon looked her over as she sat on the table in her short little black dress with its thin straps and plunging neckline. He looked away guiltily. He cleared his throat. “Um, well…where’s is it?”
“Where is what?”
“You know damned well what I mean.”
Faith laughed lightly. “All in good time.” She bit her lip and grabbed Dillon’s tie, as he was an arms length away. He pu him him until his lips were a hair breath away from hers.
A quick look of shock ran across Dillon’s face before returning to his stoic expression.
“It’s been…what? Two years now, Dillon?” Her question was rhetorical. She tilted her head, letting her lips lightly brush over his. “What are you? Eighteen,” she asked huskily.
“19…” He said softly, trying to keep his head.
“Mmmm, I see…” She caught his bottom lip with her teeth and gently raked over it. “Aged to perfection, Mr. Quartermaine,” She asked softly.
“You tell me...” Dillon could feel his heart beating and he definitely knew he wettietting aroused by her. Who wouldn’t? But Christ, he knew who she was and just what kinds of hell she could bring on his head. But the cliché is true. When a man gets turned on, he stops using his brain.
Faith bit her lip and then smiled. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed herself against him. “Well, let’s find out.” He was already hard. She liked that. Her hands rested on the back of his neck. She nudged his face to hers.
They both kept their eyes open when they first kissed—being cautious. But damn, she was a good kisser. And Jesus, he knew how to kiss—really well. So they both loosened slightly, closing their eyes and kissed slowly at first. But it was like a fire--A warm ember that quickly caught and turned into a raging inferno.
Dillon placed his hands under her bottom and lifted her, pressing her so intimately against him. There was no mistaking that gesture.
Faith instinctively rubbed against him with a small smile. Her tongue delved into Dillon’s mouth as his tongue danced urgently with hers. He lifted her off the table, her legs still wrapped around him. They both collapsed on the bed. Faith began taking off his tie and then his shirt while Dillon slowly unzipped her dress. His fingers liberally touched her skin while doing so. He made a trail of kisses along her shoulder and collarbone. He pulled the dress straps off her, taking note that she wore no bra…just pure woman. He quickly tugged the dress off, smiling at her sexy lace panties. Faith rolled on top of Dillon and pushed him flat on the bed. His breathing hitched when he looked up at her. She was certainly a site to behold. With her hair curled gently around her face she looked like a woman straight out of Old Hollywood.
Faith smiled knowingly at Dillon. “You’re in for the ride of your life, my boy.” She unbuttoned his pants and then unzipped them. Her warm hand slowly slid inside and ran her fingers along his hardness over his boxer briefs. Dillon closed his eyes and his breathing was quick. She pulled his pants along with his boxers off in one quick sweep. Her hand brazenly grabbed him. ‘Wow,’ she whispered huskily, ‘Well endowed, indeed.’
Dillon nearly jumped off the bed. His mouth was agape with a silent scream. Faith slid smoothly down his legs, taking his pants off all the way. She then moved back up and put her hand in the waistband of the boxers. She smiled as she languidly took them off as well. Her hand moved up and onto him. Dillon’s hand covered her instinctively and moved it over his cock. Faith shoved his hand away.
“Don’t get antsy, sweetie. No worries—it’ll be worth it.”
Her tongue flicked out over the head of his dick before taking all of him into her mouth. Her mouth drove him mad.
Dillon’s hands went to her head as he gently stroked her golden hair. He gritted his teeth and tried not to go crazy. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back. He let out a moan.
Faith smiled while she sucked him off and gave him a final lick before stopping. She sat up and straddled him. She grabbed his dick and rubbed it against her clit. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, whimpering lightly.
Dillon grabbed her hips. “Faith,” he pleaded. He sat up with her in his lap and grabbed her roughly and crushed his mouth against hers, his tongue greedily sweeping her up in a passionate kiss. He then grabbed her hips again and lifted her before he suddenly brought her down. He quickly plunged into her as his tongue mimicked him.
Faith cried out, surprised. Her eyes were wide. He was completely and inside her and Jesus, he felt so good. “Dillon…” She stared at him for a long moment before she began to rock against him, her eyes closing. She pressed Dillon down on the bed and began to move faster. Dillon had his hands on either side of her and helped lift her on and off his cock. Faith’s hands ran over her breasts as they both let out moans of ecstasy. Her finger ran over Dillon’s lips.
He captured one of her fingers with his tongue, bringing it into her mouth and sucking on it hard.
Faith’s other hand raked over his chest as their pace began to quickly increase.
Dillon suddenly rolled over, pinning Faith underneath him. He grabbed her wrists and held them against the pillows over her head and he thrust inside her roughly. They moved in a wild frenzy, their skin hitting each other echoed loudly.
Faith’s head began to hit the headboard as Dillon buried his head in the crook of her neck, trying to regain control. He gently bit her neck and whispered incoherent promises in her ear. Faith turned her head towards him and kissed his jaw, his cheek and then his lips. She could feel a humming ball of energy inside her expanding and expanding until…
When Faith cried out and tightened around him, she triggered Dillon’s own release. He yelled out and thrust into her a final time before collapsing on her, breathing heavily.
He rolled off of her and instinctively pulled her to him, lightly kissing her neck. His hands wrapped around her waist while his head leaned against her.
Faith stilled. Fucking some young guy wasn’t new…But she certainly never met one that wanted to…cuddle afterwards. She was very aware of his fingers making little circle on her bare stomach. She couldn’t suppress a small smile.
No words were spoken simply because none were needed. They both slowly drifted off into a content sleep.
Perhaps it was the sound of her leaving…or maybe it was because he was cold, but when Dillon awoke, she was gone. He ruffled his hair with his hand and stood up. He didn’t want to be rough…but that’s what she liked, so…
He tried not to smile but he couldn’t help but letting a smug smile cross his face as he hopped out of bed and put on his rumpled clothes. That was some night. And she was definitely all woman. He shook his head just thinking about it. A body like that should be illegal. He grabbed his briefcase and stopped by the small bar. He poured himself a drink….Vodka. Straight.