A/N: Thank you for reading, I'm glad you like it and want more.
John was sitting in a booth at the Continental, his tall frame almost hidden in the dimly-lit bar. He shifted in the leather seat and took a sip from his bourbon, taking in his surroundings discreetly. He was surprised to find himself nervous, worrying that Emily might not show up.
John had to admit to himself that he was too desperate for her to meet up with him, to come to him. He wanted her with a hunger, with an urge which he hadn't felt in a long time. Looking around, he wondered if the middle-aged assassins he saw scattered around the bar and enjoying a drink had all been involved with her at some point.
He made an irritated sound low in his throat and shook his head to get rid of his nasty thoughts, feeling something akin to jealousy. It was ridiculous to feel that way, to react so strongly, but he couldn't help himself. He had barely spent two nights with the girl and was already claiming ownership.
When John scanned the room once again and looked over to the bar in search of Emily, he saw her leaning against the counter and ordering her drink. It seemed like she had appeared out of nowhere, and John forgot about the other assassins and his hostile feelings towards them instantly.
She must have felt his gaze on her because she turned around and a bright smile stretched her face when their eyes locked.
Taking her bottle of beer from the bartender, she walked over to him; hurrying across the room as fast as she could without giving a damn that she was so eager to get to him.
Emily looked gorgeous. Dressed in a white loose-fitted tank top with a lacy black bra underneath; he could see the outline through the thin cotton. A pair of black jeans and matching high-heeled boots to compensate for her small stature, he guessed with a slight smirk. Her hair was down, her nails painted red. No jewellery except for a fine silver bracelet and a watch on her left wrist. He watched her come closer, his eyes glued to her body.
She practically jumped into his lap, taking him by surprise. Wrapping one arm around his shoulders, she pressed her lips to his mouth with a chuckle, kissing him hard. She bit into his bottom lip, letting out a playful little growl as she pulled at it with her teeth.
"Evening, Mr Wick. Sorry, I'm late, traffic was a bitch." She explained, slightly out of breath.
Emily shifted her weight to get off his lap again, but his arms came around her waist with a strong grip and he pulled her in for another kiss. Sliding his hand up her back and gripping the back of her neck, he plunged his tongue between her lips and deepened the kiss, not letting her get away with her teasing.
Emily felt paralyzed, unable to move. They were in a public place, people were probably watching, but she couldn't bring herself to leave John Wick's arms.
"John..." She moaned quietly, taking in a desperate breath as she leaned back a little. He rubbed his thumb over her wet bottom lip, his eyes so dark and intense that she thought he was about to bend her over the table and fuck her right there at the bar in front of everyone.
Emily swallowed and wiggled a little in his lap, feeling the stirrings of his arousal underneath her. Quickly, she let her eyes scan the room and was relieved when she found that no one was paying attention to them.
Giving John a dirty grin, she set her beer aside and stroked down the front of his shirt, looking at him intently not to miss his reaction. She loved seeing his chocolate brown eyes glaze over when she wrapped her small hand around his thick cock.
John waited, revelling in the warmth of her touch he could feel on his skin even through his dress shirt, and when she had reached his crotch and was about to cup him through his pants, he snatched her wrist.
"What are you doing, kitten?" He growled, raising an eyebrow. "Not here."
"I'm sorry, sir." She bit her lip to hide her smile, but failed. "I couldn't resist. You look so delicious in that suit, Mr Wick."
Keeping his hold on her wrist, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "You like playing with me, darling."
It wasn't a question, but she still nodded with bright smile. "Yes, Mr Wick, sir, I do." She purred, kissing him again.
The sound rumbling low in his throat made her wet. John let go of her wrist and cupped her ass with both hands, squeezing her through her jeans. "Careful with that, or I'll throw you over my shoulder and drag you out of here." He grumbled quietly against her lips.
Emily took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "Let me go, John, or I'll swear I'm gonna be the one to lose control. I'm gonna jump you right here, sugar."
John's eyes widened slightly in surprise at her confession, but then he chuckled in amusement and allowed her to climb off his lap. Emily straightened up, brushed her hair behind her ears and straightened out her top before sitting down opposite from him in the booth.
"Okay. So, tell me why I'm here, Mr Wick." She played it cool, but her pupils were lust-blown, lips red and swollen from all the hot kissing. John smiled at her as she took a big gulp from her beer bottle.
"Are you seeing someone, Emily?" He asked softly. His question came out of the blue, took her by surprise. It was the first time that he had said her name; it sent shivers through her.
"No, John. I'm not in a relationship and I'm not sleeping with anyone if that's what you're asking. I wouldn't have come to you if I were, I'd never do such a horrible thing."
"I'm only asking because I want you all to myself, darling." His voice was warm and husky, eyes a glinting brown under the lights.
"Would you like to be my sugar daddy, Mr Wick?" She flirted, leaning closer to him over the table. She propped her chin on her hand and bit the tip of her pinkie teasingly, giving him a seductive smile.
"If you want to call me that." John replied gruffly, taking a sip of his bourbon. "I want you to come stay with me. I need you to be there every night when I get back."
Emily's breath caught in her throat. "You were serious about that? You really want to... fuck me again?"
"Yes." His eyes flicked to her lips and cleavage for a second before meeting hers, and she saw the same raw hunger for her that she had come to know so well now.
John feared to have insulted her when she didn't respond immediately, but then she gave him a soft smile and reached for his hand across the table. He let her wrap her small hand around his much larger one.
"You're seriously asking me to be your whore... I'm not offended, John, I'm flattered, actually..." She raised an eyebrow teasingly, her soft smile turning into a mischievous grin. "Oh Mr Wick, I'll gladly be your whore, your slut, your mistress, or concubine... I'll be whatever you wanna call me and you can do whatever you want with me, baby. "
Her voice was a tempting, raspy purr; she was back at playing her role of the seductive vixen to mask her insecurity. John smiled at her gently and leaned closer until Emily felt his warm breath ghost across her face. She could count the light freckles on his nose, see the hints of grey in his beard. She wanted to kiss him so badly again.
"Money is not a problem, kitten. I can give you anything you want." He whispered and she had to take in a long, shuddering breath. He tightened his grip on her hand, the calloused fingertips of his left hand tracing the thin veins on the inside of her wrist. He felt her pulse underneath the skin, quickening from his touch.
"Oh, John... every girl wants to hear those magic words." She tried to joke, letting out a soft, nervous laugh. "But I'm doing fine, really. I have a regular job, a normal life, I don't need your money."
"I'm not asking you to give it up for me. You can do whatever you want during the day, I just want you at night."
"Mr Wick... honestly, I don't know what to say..." She mumbled nervously after a pause, looking at him with innocent doe eyes.
Emily didn't let go of him and he didn't pull his hand back, either. The warmth of her small, soft hand was so comforting, and John realized how completely touch-starved he was.
"Are you interested?" He asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he added, "Would you like to be my... concubine, as you've put it?"
She couldn't hear the noise surrounding them through the sound of blood rushing in her ears. "Yes... yes, I would love to, Mr Wick. But I'm not sure - "
"You don't have to give me an answer right now." John interrupted her gently, reassuringly. "Think about it, sleep on it, and let me know in a week or two. I'm not gonna pressure you into something you don't want to do."
"Oh... oh... okay." Emily stared at him, processing his words. She had been ready to be swept away the whole time. She didn't need time to consider it; she wanted to go home with him and be taken by him the same night. Damn him for being a gentleman.
"You can walk away at any time." John continued to persuade her in his deep, soothing voice. "If you're feeling too uncomfortable with me and can't stand my presence any longer, you can leave. I'm not going to make you stay."
His eyes were so soft, dark and warm. He really wanted her. She swallowed hard, shivering. She didn't know him, he was a perfect stranger, and at the same time, not.
"I'll think about it. Two weeks?" She knew damn well that there was no way in hell she could wait fourteen days to see him again.
"Two weeks."
Emily nodded and fell silent, biting her lip. John let go of her hand and waited patiently for her to say something as he downed the rest of his drink. A prickling sensation at the back of his head caused the hairs on his skin to stand up, he had the eerie feeling of being watched. When he looked across the room, he spotted Winston in one of the booths, staring at him intensely. The man raised his drink to him in greeting when he saw that he got John's attention, covering up the fact that he had been watching him in suspicion with a kind smile. John gave a slight nod in acknowledgement, trying not to read too much into Winston's behaviour, and focused back on Emily.
Emily licked her lips nervously as she glanced around the room before hesitantly leaning closer to him. "Can I ask - do you have to do a... a job every night?"
"It depends." He didn't say more; his posture changed immediately. His shoulders straightened more, his jaw clenched, eyes turned cold.
She wasn't sure whether he was aware of his sudden change himself, but she was too scared to ask more questions when he evidently wasn't inclined to discuss it with her and she let it go. Perhaps it was better for her not to know too much.
Unexpectedly, Emily got out of the booth and stepped over to John's side, looking down at him. "Will you do me a favour, Mr Wick?"
"Anything."
She leaned in closer to him, the smell of her perfume mixed with her warm breath reached his senses and he felt an itch to grab her and pull her into his lap.
"Come with me, John." She whispered, her lips touching his ear.
He got up and motioned for her to lead the way, following her out of the bar and into the lobby. Emily looked around, took him by the hand and pulled him into a hallway that led to the restrooms. He let her push him against the wall, amused and intrigued by her behaviour.
She stood on her tip-toes and leaned heavily into his chest, brushing her lips softly against his. "Fuck me, John."
John had to suppress a groan at her words, hearing her desperate plea caused his cock to stir in his pants.
"Here?" He raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"Yeah. What if I never see you again..." She teased, caressing up and down his broad chest slowly. He felt so solid and strong underneath her palms, she already felt faint.
John grabbed her roughly by the arms and switched positions with her, pressing her with her back against the wall and his lips to hers. He swallowed her surprised yelp, kissing her roughly and sloppily as he worked her pants open.
He didn't waste time teasing her. He slipped his hand down her pants and stroked lightly along her heated flesh with the tips of his fingers. Her panties were completely soaked through.
Emily squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip hard when he kissed down her neck and sucked on her weak spot right behind her ear. John held her hips firmly in place, not allowing her to move. He probably enjoyed her struggling to stay quiet a little too much.
"John, I'm so wet. Touch me, please." She begged hoarsely, pulling at his hair when he removed his hand from her pants.
"You think you deserve to be touched, kitten?" He grumbled, his eyes now a deep dark brown in the dim hallway. "You've been nothing but a bad little girl tonight. And now you're demanding to be fucked in a public place." He shook his head in disappointment, clicking his tongue in irritation. His hands moved up to her chest, cupping her breasts and swiping the pads of his thumbs over her already stiff nipples poking through the material of her top.
"I'm sorry, sir. Please, please, I'll be good... please, just touch me..." She gasped and let out a whine when he pinched her hard nipples roughly, the lace of her bra only adding to the friction.
"Good girl, beg for it." John curled his fingers underneath her chin and made her look him in the eyes as he slipped his hand back into her jeans, pushed her panties aside and thrust two thick fingers into her. She groaned softly, eyes fluttering closed for a second before snapping back open to keep looking into his dark chocolate ones.
"Be quiet, darling." He commanded gruffly, almost impatient with her. He found the sensitive patch inside her blindly, knowing exactly where all of her weak spots were located, and pressed hard into it, his thumb moving roughly on her wet little clit. She was wet enough that he could immediately work on getting her off.
Emily let out an involuntary squeak. "I can't... I can't keep quiet, John..." His fingers were big and relentless, moving roughly inside her.
She let out a loud moan and John felt a surge of wetness on his hand, her cunt tightening up on him more. He pressed his large palm on her mouth to muffle her moans and squeaks, and she let out a relieved breath, shuddering against him.
"Shh, shh, it's okay, baby, I got you." He whispered reassuringly. Emily heard how husky and thick with lust his voice already was and whimpered, curling her fists in his suit jacket.
She ground her hips against his hand, wanting more of him, needing him deeper. She pulled him close to her, trembling with the urge to come, and John rubbed her clit harder. Her small body squirming against him and shuddering in ecstasy made him realize how much he loved feeling her fight him - so helpless, desperate, and completely in vain.
Emily came hard around his fingers, her grip on his suit jacket loosened, her loud moans muffled by his hand. John kissed her temple softly and removed his hand from her mouth only to wrap his long thick fingers around her throat. Her eyes widened in surprise and fear, John felt a shudder run through her small body. She whimpered softly when he withdrew his fingers from her and pulled his hand out of her pants.
"Open." He demanded gruffly, pressing his glistening fingers lightly against her lips and she opened her mouth willingly, moaning loudly when he pushed them in and pressed down on her tongue a little until it almost made her gag. John chuckled quietly as she licked his fingers clean; she was even more submissive than he had thought.
When he pulled his hand away and took a step back, Emily reached for him again and grabbed him by the lapels. Breathing heavily, she tugged on his belt-buckle and cursed loudly, desperate to get his pants open.
Her hands were too shaky and he gently took them in his, stopping her futile attempts. "I want to suck you off, Mr Wick." She let out a frustrated groan.
John shook his head. "No, not now, kitten. I want my cock in your tight little cunt, not your mouth."
He took hold of her upper arm and pushed her into the ladies' room, towards the counter. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her jeans, he pulled them roughly down her legs along with her panties.
Emily put her hands right on time on the counter not to lose balance. "What if... what if someone walks in...?"
"You shouldn't start something you can't finish, little girl." She heard his belt clink and the sound of his zipper being pulled down and then the head of his cock was spreading her wet folds.
"Oh Jesus... fuck..." She cursed loudly, out of breath.
John felt her shudder and pressed his hand down on her stomach to hold her still. "Don't move, kitten."
"Yes, sir." She lifted her head and met his gaze in the mirror, smirking at him.
"Behave." John warned her with a smile, biting into the shell of her ear.
Still restricted by her jeans around her knees, she couldn't spread her legs further and John pushed slowly in, cursing under his breath. They both moaned too loudly when he slipped into her, but neither of them cared at this point if someone heard them.
He gave a few slow and steady thrusts, revelling in the sweet soft moans she let out each time he slid into her to the hilt. She was tight and dripping wet, squeezing him so good that he felt the urge to fill her with his seed right away.
"Fuck, kitten. Taking me so good." He breathed in her ear, slamming into her with more force and making her body jolt forwards and eliciting a sweet little whimper from her. Her slickness trickled down her inner thighs and she stiffened a little in his arms, embarrassed.
John slipped his arm underneath her breasts and pulled her with her back flush against him. He pressed a comforting kiss to her cheek and squeezed her breast lightly.
"Look at me." He demanded, and she did as she was told, and opened her eyes to meet his dark gaze in the mirror. "I love how you're always dripping for me, kiska. I want you to be soaking wet, you got that?"
She nodded weakly, a little mewl passed her lips as the head of his cock brushed her sensitive spot. Her cunt squeezed him deliciously and gushed around him.
"That's it. Good girl, just like that." John chuckled in her ear, and readjusted his hold on her, gripping her hips firmly and starting to thrust deep and hard into her.
She moaned loudly, her face scrunched up, panting heavily and pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts. "Oh fuck... oh God..."
Emily braced one hand against the mirror and bent more over the counter, rubbing at her clit furiously. She couldn't take it anymore, she had to come. "Oh fuck, John... cum inside me, please... please... need to feel you..."
John gritted his teeth, chasing his orgasm. He knew he had to pull out, they were taking way too many risks. But her cries and pleas for him were too tempting and he needed to fill up her cunt as if his life depended on it.
He gripped her shoulder with one hand and pushed her down on his cock, his fingers digging into her hip hard enough to leave bruises as he let go and released into her with a groan.
Emily whimpered, feeling the warmth of his load filling her, and she struggled to move her fingers against her clit. Suddenly, she felt John's arms wrap around her again, his large hand covering her small one to help her out, and he moved her fingers against her little nub as he pressed hot wet kisses along her neck. Emily almost chocked, coming instantly.
She leaned her head back into his chest, breathing heavily. "Fuck... fuck..."
John slipped out of her slowly and she bit her lip at the loss. Emily loathed the empty feeling after sex, she wished she could feel him inside her longer. John wrapped his arms around her chest and held her close to him, rubbing his chin on her head.
"I didn't plan for this to happen this time around, I swear." She laughed hoarsely. "Thanks for the drinks, Mr Wick... it was a nice evening."
"I believe you, darling." He whispered into her hair, chuckling softly.
"I missed you last night, John." She confessed out of the blue, looking him straight in the eye.
"Me too, kitten." John sighed heavily. "God, me too."
Emily felt a surge of his seed mixed with her own slickness trickle down her legs and was reminded of the fact that they had never used a condom.
"John, I - I need to tell you something..." She trailed off, quickly looking away.
John turned her to face him. He curled his hand around her jaw and forced her to look at him. "What is it?"
"I don't have unprotected sex, John, and I always insist on a condom, but with you I couldn't... I mean if we do this again..." She said in a whisper, blushing a little.
John let out a groan, running his hand through his hair and messing it up even more. "I'm sorry, darling, it's my fault. You have nothing to worry about though, you have my word. I'm never that irresponsible."
"I don't mind, really. I'm on birth control and I want to feel you deep inside me... I'd rather we didn't use a condom..." Her face was hot, heart beating wildly.
John wrapped his arms around her and leaned his forehead against her head, sighing heavily. "Kitten, you can't tease a man like that." He growled, landing a sharp smack on her still bare ass. Emily let out a squeak, gripping his biceps.
He was staring down at her with lust-blown, glazed over eyes. She leaned up and kissed him, dipping her tongue into his mouth when he parted his lips for her and held her close to his chest. "You can trust me, darling." He whispered softly, along with something unintelligible, something sweet and gentle in a foreign language, before pressing his lips back to hers. With a soft sigh, she pushed her tongue forcefully into his mouth and swirled it against his, savouring the last taste of bourbon.
"John... we should get out of here before someone catches us. You go first." She managed to say in between kisses, letting out a deep moan when he suddenly shoved his hand in her hair and pulled her head back as he deepened the kiss once again. His tongue licked the roof of her mouth, pushed and teased against hers, wet and sloppy. He bit down hard and sucked on her wet swollen bottom lip just like she had done to provoke him, and she scratched his chest with her nails and whined into the kiss.
When he finally leaned up and allowed her to breathe, John still wouldn't release her from his strong grip. He held her close to him and kept looking at her intensely. "You know how to reach me. Two weeks." He reminded her and she was about to tell him she didn't need to think about it, he could take her home with him now and fuck her all night if he wanted to. But she refrained from saying the words out loud. Her pride didn't allow her to show that much weakness, so she nodded quietly instead.
John let go of her, zipped up his pants, straightened out his suit jacket and brushed his dishevelled hair back. He took one quick look at himself in the mirror to make sure he was presentable before walking over to the door. He checked if someone was out there and when he knew that the coast was clear, he gave her a gentle smile and left the bathroom.
Emily leaned back against the counter and released a deep breath, taking a minute to calm down and process the intense evening and even more intense encounter with John Wick.
The concierge watched John sneak out of the hallway that led to the ladies' bathroom and slip past him in the lobby as he made his way to the exit with long, confident strides. He looked impeccable as always, but Charon still noticed his slightly dishevelled hair and crooked tie. He knew that John Wick wasn't residing at the Continental. He had checked out the day before and he didn't tend to linger. When a few minutes later he saw Emily emerge from the very same hallway and approach him with a bright smile and flushed face, he let out a heavy sigh.
"Anything I can help you with at this late hour, miss?" He gave her his kind, professional smile.
"Yes." Her eyes sparkled as she brushed her hair back. "I know it's late, but can I have a nice, juicy burger with fries and a coke in half an hour, please, or is that too much a bother? I'm starving."
"No bother at all, miss." He replied politely.
"Great. Thank you." She turned to leave, but Charon's words made her stop. "I assume, you've had a pleasant evening, miss? Are you not going to go to the Red Circle tonight?"
"No, I'm not in the mood. I just wanna eat and sleep."
"Your father will be pleased to hear that."
She sighed heavily. "Is he still making you spy on me? I'm a grown-ass woman, I can take care of myself."
"He's a concerned parent, Emily." Charon paused to scribble something onto a pad before looking up at her again. "And you can be very dumb sometimes."
He gave her a long hard stare over his glasses and her smile faltered. He didn't call her out on her lies directly, but she knew exactly what he was hinting at and felt a little embarrassed to have gotten the concierge involved in her attempt to seduce John Wick.
"Be careful with John Wick, miss. He is not a toy for you to play with." The concierge was actually more concerned about John's well-being than Emily's. John preferred a quiet, secluded lifestyle and the girl was restless, untamed, and never stayed long in one place.
Emily suppressed a shudder at his words, knowing that Charon was right and she should stay away from John. "I'm gonna go upstairs to my room and take a long hot bath. Good night, Charon."
"Good night, miss." The concierge said gently, but when she moved past him, he couldn't resist one last remark. "Pardon me, miss, but your lipstick is terribly smeared."
Even though she knew it wasn't true, she quickly wiped her mouth on the back of her hand as she hurried across the lobby.