16. Henry

16

HENRY

I 'm not going to lie, my dick is still reeling from the blow job Lana gave me in the car. I'm not a prude. I like an exciting sex life as much as the next guy, but having a woman give me head while I drive—an Aston Martin, no less—is not something I'd even fantasized about.

My life is quickly spiraling out of control. One minute, I'm sitting opposite her trying to learn more about her and her family for my case, and the next, I'm driving her to my place to have my way with her, the case a distant memory.

Something's changed between us tonight. Is it her vulnerability in telling me about her brother? The trust she needed to have in me to share it? I don't know what happened. All I know is that I want to know everything about her that has nothing to do with the case.

I feel like a fucking teenager as I prepare to eat her out. My goal is to have her scream my name, not once, not twice, but five or more times before the night is over.

Her body is trembling from sexual desire. That's my focus. Everything else fades away. Her life. Her intentions. My job. My intentions. It's all gone. There's just us, just now, but I know there is no future. I plan to soak up this moment, to savor it, because I'm certain I won't find a woman who makes me feel like this ever again.

I run my tongue through her folds, then swirl it around her clit. She gasps, and her fingers thread through my hair. She's close. I can tell by how her body is humming. Her breath is shallow and quick.

"Henry… Oh, God."

"What do you want, baby?"

"Make me come."

"So soon?" I kiss her inner thigh again.

Her hand slides down as if she's going to touch herself. Holy fuck, how I'd like to watch her pleasure herself, but not now. Now, I'm in charge.

I take her hand and kiss it. "It's my job to make you come."

"Then do it."

I chuckle. "Do you always get what you want?"

"Not at the moment."

"Let me take care of it." I press her legs open wider, holding them there. Then I dive in, burying my face in that sweet, hot, wet pussy of hers.

"Yes… Henry… yes… don't stop, don't stop… Oh, my God." A feral moan escapes her as her body goes taut. Her pussy juices gush, and I lick it up like a man dying of thirst.

I don't give her time to catch her breath as I lick and suck and tongue-fuck her again.

She's incoherent as I push her up and up again. This time, I let her hang a moment.

"Don't fucking tease me, Henry."

"I wouldn't think of it." I use one, then two fingers, sliding them inside her, rubbing that one spot that makes women go wild as I suck her clit.

She cries out, and if my neighbors don't hear her, it's only because they're not home. Her body writhes and rocks as her orgasm slams into her.

"That's two." I raise up. "Get on the bed."

"I need a minute."

"You have until I undress." My voice is domineering. She looks up at me, her brow arched, I suppose at my tone. But then she smiles, telling me she likes it.

I undress as she moves to the middle of the bed. Naked, I crawl toward her, kissing her hard so she can taste herself. Then I roll onto my back.

"Straddle my head."

"Are you sure?" She bites her lip. Her question tells me that she's never ridden a man like this. My dick hardens even more at the idea that I'll be the first to induct her into this position.

"I wouldn't tell you to do it if I wasn't."

She maneuvers over me, looking down at me.

I grip her hips. "Hold on to the headboard."

She does as she's told.

"Ready for two more?"

She laughs. "I hope so."

"Fuck my face, Lana."

Her eyes close like my words send a thrill through her. She lowers over me, my hands guiding her until I can eat her out again. She's so fucking delicious. And the noise she makes? For as long as I live, I'll remember this. It will be the thing I conjure up when I'm jerking off.

"Oh, my God… Henry."

Those are quickly becoming my favorite words. It takes a bit longer to get her off, but when she comes, she's crying out again, her body convulsing. It's driving me mad. My dick is rebelling. I've promised her five orgasms, two right now. But I'm not sure I'll be able to pull it off.

"Fuck me, Henry." She moves down my body. "I need you inside me."

I maneuver us so she's still holding the headboard, but now I'm behind her. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to fuck two orgasms out of her.

I rub my cock through her dripping folds.

"Henry." Her voice is desperate as she pushes back, needing me to fill her.

I press in, needing it as much as she does. "Holy fuck…" I ground out the words as lightning sparks along my dick filling her body.

"More… more…"

"More what?" I ask, remembering she wants dirty talk. "You want my cock, Lana?"

"Yes… Oh, God."

I sink in until my hips press against her ass. "Your pussy loves my cock, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"Can you feel me inside you, Lana?"

"Yes… Henry!"

All of a sudden, a wave of possession fills me. She's mine. No other man can make her feel like I do. "No one fills you like I do."

"No… faster… Oh, God…"

It takes all my effort to temper the wild need to fuck her hard and fast. I told her she'd have five orgasms, so I need to give her two more before I come.

I move, slow and deep, reaching around her body, to rub her clit. "Come on my cock."

Her body shudders, and her head flies back as another orgasm rips through her. Her pussy squeezes my dick until stars are swimming in my eyes. The tether breaks. I withdraw from her and flip her over, pushing her legs open as I sink into her pussy again. I've lost control. I thrust into her, plunging and withdrawing, pistoning faster and faster until my lungs burn from the effort.

Her hands grip my forearms as I drive in again, and again, and again. "Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…" I chant as power builds in my balls, ready to explode.

"Henry!" She screams out my name, and that, more than her pussy tightening again around my dick, is what pushes me to the edge.

"Fuck yes… Say it again. Say who's fucking you now."

"Henry. Henry."

A low, feral moan escapes from deep in my chest as my orgasm barrels through me like a fucking freight train. It's all-consuming. I'm fucking her like a wild beast. Every muscle in my body is firing.

Finally, my orgasm starts to subside. I collapse on her, boneless. My breath is bellowing in and out, and I wonder if I'll ever catch my breath again.

Her hands grip me, and I feel like it's keeping me from spinning off into oblivion.

It's long moments before I'm able to roll off. "Fucking hell…"

"That's good, right?"

I glance down at her, looking up at me. "It's fucking fantastic. I need to work out more, though, clearly."

Her smile is so soft and sweet. My heart thumps hard in my chest. I rest my palm on her cheek. "You've bewitched me because I'm becoming obsessed."

"I think you were already obsessed… your obsession to put me and my family in jail." She says it with humor, even though I don't like the reminder of how fucked up this situation is.

I shake my head. "No. This is different. You make me want in ways I've never wanted."

She looks at me with an expression I'm not sure I can read. Surprise mixed with concern? But then she snuggles up next to me, her body warm and soft against mine. Her heart beats against my chest, and all I can think is how much I wish it were beating for me. I know this is wrong. I know there is no future where this ends well. But I can't deny the way she makes me feel.

I close my eyes, pushing all the reasons I shouldn't be holding her, yearning for her, away. I focus on the here and now. This moment. I let sleep come.

I wake up, blinking away the remnants of sleep. As my focus sharpens, I see Lana sitting on the edge of the bed. Her back is to me, bare and graceful. I'm struck by how beautiful she looks in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.

"Good morning." I run my palm down her warm back.

She turns to look at me, uncertainty clouding her eyes. "I didn't mean to fall asleep. I should have left."

"Is it a problem?" I feel her words personally, but perhaps there's another reason. Maybe Elio doesn't like her to be out all night. "Because I'm glad you stayed."

She looks at me, surprise flickering across her face, as well as confusion and conflict. Those last two feelings I understand, as I feel them too. We both know this thing between us is complicated, dangerous.

"Listen," I say, my voice soft but firm. "When we're alone like this, it's just us. No jobs, no family obligations, no reasons we shouldn't be together. It's just Henry and Lana."

I see her shoulders relax slightly, and a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "Just Henry and Lana," she repeats, as if testing out the words.

I reach out to Lana, my hand open in invitation. For a moment, she hesitates, and I wonder if she'll pull away. But then her fingers intertwine with mine, and she allows me to gently pull her back onto the bed. She lies down next to me, her body close but not quite touching.

I turn on my side to face her, drinking in the sight of her. Even with the uncertainty in her eyes, she's breathtaking. My body responds to her proximity, desire rekindling. I want to make love to her again, to lose myself in her warmth and forget about the complications of our lives.

But as I glance at the clock on my nightstand, reality comes crashing back. It's later than I thought, and I remember that my car is still at the restaurant where we met last night, requiring me to need more time if I'm to get to work on time.

"Damn. I hate to say this, but I think we need to get moving. I need to Uber to my car before I go to work."

Lana follows my gaze to the clock and nods. "I need to get to work too." She starts to sit up, but I tug gently on her hand, not quite ready to let her go.

"For the record," I say, my voice low and husky, "if time wasn't an issue, I'd keep you here all day."

A flush creeps up her neck, and she bites her lip in a way that makes me want to forget about work entirely. Perhaps we can kill two birds with one stone.

"I need a shower. How about you?" I waggle my brows so she understands what I'm suggesting.

"Need help washing your back?"

"And other parts." I give her a quick kiss and then exit the bed.

She joins me in the shower, and I'm again in awe of her perfection. It's like God himself molded her. My soapy hands roam over her body, marveling at her curves. She's tied her hair up to keep it from getting wet, and it's all I can do to stop myself from releasing it and running my fingers through it.

It isn't long before I pin her to the shower wall, hook her leg over my hip, and thrust inside her. Our gasps echo around us, growing harsher, louder as pleasure builds. As my orgasm gathers power and then finally releases, I'm filled with twin feelings of rightness and frustration. Why is it that I've found a woman who excites me, not just sexually, but intellectually as well, and I can't make her mine?

We dress, and while she offers to take me to my car, we both know that being seen picking up my car together so early in the morning could be risky.

I escort her to the door as she prepares to leave. For a moment, we simply look at each other. The night has been amazing. Just Henry and Lana. But now we're back in reality, the real world, and the mood of it hangs like a lead weight around us.

"Henry—"

I lean in, unable to resist, and kiss her softly. It's a gentle kiss, full of the things we can't say out loud. When we part, I feel like I see the same longing and frustration in her eyes that I feel in my own heart. What a fucking tragedy we are.