UNDERLYING AGENDA
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED.
Duo awoke completely naked in a bed he didn't recognize, with its expensive sheets clinging to his excessively sticky abdomen. This alarmed him more than the pounding in his head, or that his surroundings were also entirely unrecognizable. He gazed out through the glass wall into the bleak living room for someone, anyone, and when he spotted no one immediately he forcibly climbed out of bed. There was a soft cotton robe hanging behind the bathroom door, and after relieving himself, he slipped it on and walked out.
"Hello?" Crossing the joint kitchen and living area, he met with another bedroom on the opposite side with an equally impressive glass wall and panoramic view and peering through it, smirked at the sleeping figure lying on the bed. Her back was to him, and she gave no indication of being disturbed as he disrobed and climbed in closely behind her.
The arm and leg that encircled her could have been anyone, but the signature smell of his body gave him away. Except it was significantly spicier this time, speaking of the man that had eclipsed the young boy she'd once known. So, it was almost as if she were in bed with a perfect stranger and the thought of making his acquaintance excited her, intoxicated her, and rendered her incapable of stopping it when his fingers began to flirt with her little nipples, her navel, or the soft tuft of hair between her perspiring thighs. When his calloused finger grazed her engorging clitoris, she broke the silence for the sake of being unable to do anything else. "Duo…" she sighed softly.
Craning his neck, he touched his lips to her earlobe. "We can do better than that…" He teased his fully erect shaft along the cleft of her glorious ass and she whimpered at first, but the longing she felt was truly grandiose because he continued like this only twice more before she expelled his name lasciviously. "Tell me," he pressed on, "what you want most."
"I want you…to fuck me." Hilde confessed, reaching behind her to cling onto his neck when he lifted her leg and entered her from behind. He gasped and she smirked. She was already wet for him. Slick and hot, she hugged him like a custom made suede glove. And he did what he was told. Duo fucked her swiftly and wantonly and thoroughly, until the physical and vocal sounds of their union filled the otherwise silent condominium and their scent permeated the air, until she tired of her submissive position and opted to mount him and impale herself on him instead.
Duo cupped her breasts in his generous palms and smiled roguishly into her flushing face. "Ride it, baby," he purred.
Hilde admired his rippling torso with the tips of her fingers, bent down and licked each flat caramel nipple, before sitting up again. Her heavy eyelids fluttered shut, deliberately steadied her breathing. All concentration trickled down to the sweet penetration, and nothing else existed, nothing but the exquisiteness of being filled to near obliteration of tissue and muscle. And then she did what she was told. Her breasts gyrated in time with her hips, hypnotizing Duo, arousing him until he could no longer withstand the exhilaration of such a state and she let go altogether. "Oh, I'm going to come!" The wet sound of her coming commenced and was indescribably perfect. "Fuck, yes!" She slammed down one final time and he lifted his hips up to meet her, draining his sex with a deep husky groan that blended beautifully with her piercing climactic moan.
Nearly manic, they collapsed in a heap of sweltering limbs on the mangled bed and all was still for another hour or so. Then, hunger and the prolonged absence of a recently made friend beckoned her to come out and explore the space. There were two covered trays filled with succulent breakfast variations, a carrier of coffee, and a pitcher of orange juice to fill and sate her sitting on the kitchen counter and she moved to help herself just before something in the next room disrupted her. Quietly, she left the glass cover on the table and crossed the short distance towards the bedroom where Duo had emerged earlier that morning.
The movement came from Zechs. Judging by the numerous rivulets of condensation traveling along his taut frame, he had just stepped out of the shower and appeared to be, "Looking for this?" Hilde offered him the robe she'd taken from Duo without concern that its absence left her completely open to his scrutiny. When he turned and regarded her with no alarming concern for his own nudity she supposed he didn't mind, either. Nor should he, the former Prince was physical perfection.
"Yes," he finally said. "I was."
"Should have looked in my room. It was on the floor where Duo left it just this morning, a foot from the door." With supple sways and bounces, she came up closer to him and he saw the mischievousness written in her eyes just as clearly as she saw the desire burning in his seemingly stoic face. "But you already knew that. You saw it fall, you saw it all."
"With all the glass it's difficult to escape such a thing." Zechs gave no indication of shame or embarrassment as he said this, nor as his penetrating stare momentarily fell upon her breasts and nipples. "You knew I would be watching him."
"Did you like what you saw?"
"Immensely."
"You can have him, too, and more than once."
"It's not quite so simple."
Taking his hands, she brought them roughly to ample chest. "It's that easy!" came her sharp whispered reply, "especially when the other party is practically yearning for you to make a move."
"The over consumption of alcohol can make us stupidly tolerant of logically abhorrent things. How can you be so certain?" he asked, but did not remove his hands.
"Must you always have an answer for everything? Can't it just be so?" Hilde shook her head slowly, deliberately; so that her message was received completely devoid of doubt. "He needs you like no one else, not even me."
The cheeky young woman was positively certain- physically and in her comprehension of her closest and dearest friend-and she reminded him of a sensuous prophet who'd phenomenally appeared just in time to bestow upon him some great advice that could change everything if he were to take it. "It's not quite so simple," he repeated. He never cared much for fairy tales.
Hilde stepped away to return to her breakfast and his hands slipped back to his sides. "The ball's in your court, Zechs. Hit it back," she answered. "Quite so simple."