MAY 21
Red lay awake, his mind active and functioning at break neck speed. The sensation was nothing new for the man.
But this activity he was experiencing was different than his usual calculated, precise process.
He wasn't thinking about the business aspect of his life, a novelty in itself.
He listened to the sounds of the room. The soft push of the air conditioner moving coolness about, the soft evened breathing of the woman beside him... calmed his mind
A tree outside, cast an eerie shadow along the opposite wall of the room. As a child, Red was never bothered by nightmares or fanciful images of 'monsters under the bed'.
He had never believed in such things, even at such a young age. As a grown man, he now realized just how wrong he had been.
There were 'things' out in this world that caused childhood monsters to pale in comparison.
He had been discussing one such example with Antonio Crocetti this long evening.
The old Mobster had seen twice as much than Red would ever know in his lifetime.
Which was a highly disturbing thought, considering the atrocities Red had encountered.
But given Antonio had vast experience in the horrific brutality life could throw in your path, Red found the man to be a great source of insight, knowledge, and even comfort on occasion.
So it was a shock when, during the course of their quiet chat, the tables had turned and Red became the voice of reason for the disoriented and discouraged.
One of Antonio's Lieutenants had gone off the deep end recently, it seemed, as Antonio had relayed the telling.
The man in question enjoyed killing. Antonio had never diluted himself of the fact, such things were necessary in the line of work chosen, after all. Even so, there were established rules among professionals.
The individual, one Mario Scarpa, had overstepped the boundaries set by Antonio. The old man himself did the deed. It had killed Antonio to have to be the one.
"He wouldn't listen... maybe he couldn't?" he sighed woefully into his tumbler. "My heart is heavy tonight, Red. He was like a son to me."
Red listened respectfully as the tale unfolded for it was clear, Antonio needed a shoulder.
"Life's too short." the man pushed aside his heavy heart. "Go to your lady, Reddington." It was more than suggested. "Make passionate love to her..."
The man looked lost in a pleasant memory for a long moment, "Such a young nubile beauty..." a smile graced the weathered lips, his eyes taking on a serene quality, "never neglect such an exquisite gift."
A deep seated pain replaced the touch of light that had shown in the older man's eyes.
"Remember the important things," Antonio reached out, gripping Red's forearm, willing him to listen, "keep them... her... first in your heart and mind."
Red had nodded his agreement and understanding.
"Mario..." the old man's heart was still heavy with grief and regret, "Mario had so many good qualities." Antonio nodded absently, deep within the moment. "He came from bad stock. Too much happened as a boy. Too many things before he came to me." the man muttered angrily. "I tried to teach him..." he trailed off.
The silence fell as Red contemplated the depth of heartache children could evoke.
"I turned a blind eye on so many occasions." Antonio glanced about their surroundings absently, straightening his napkin unconsciously.
He had not touched his meal, Red noted. The old guy looked his age right at that moment, but Red knew he would rebound.
Antonio Crocetti loved life too much to allow this hurdle to bring him down permanently.
"You did all you could, Antonio." Red believed his words. "Sometimes, love just isn't enough."
"What a damnable reality." Antonio nodded slowly. The clear, intelligent eyes shifted to Red's concerned ones.
"What are we doing?" the man spread his hands, encompassing his surroundings. "We have a magnificent spread before us. Good wine. Good friends are near." he was forcing the darkness aside.
Red had done it countless times enough to see it in others.
"Life is good. Let us partake, while there is still time on our side." he chuckled at his own particular brand of humor. "God knows, I'm not getting any younger." the man huffed amusement. "This could be my last meal for al..." the man's stout voice faded, a supposed fear filling his features.
"Maria is fixing her world renowned pasta linguine this weekend," he made mention of his wife of fifty years, "if I miss it, she will kill me. Never mind about the 'Almighty's' plan."
Red chuckled warmly, amused by the man's statement. "She is good for you," he lifted his wine, sipping the mellow beverage, "I've always said as much." he declared. "And a magnificent Chef to boot." he added. "When she does the deed, I will be first in line to take your place."
"You are possibly the only one who could." A hint of the old swagger returned, Red was happy to see. "Not in bed, of course." the old man needled his younger counterpart. "After me, she could stomach no other man."
Red graciously took the cut to his manhood. If asked, he would say the same of his Lizzy.
No one could love that woman like he did.
"That woman has been on a pedestal for fifty years." Antonio was proud of the fact. "I've lifted her so high in that area," he bragged to Red's delight, "no one could ever take her to such a state of bliss."
"Mr. Kaplan says," Red made mention, "that all men consider themselves irreplaceable in that area of expertise." he swirled the dark vintage in his glass absently. "When in reality, the very opposite is true."
"Kaplan doesn't know everything." Antonio shook his head woefully. "Especially given that Kaplan is not only competition, but is said to have bigger balls than the two of us combined." the man smirked at the ambiguity of the statement, drawing a reluctant smile from Reddington, before the older man sobered somewhat. "There are exceptions to the rule."
"I certainly hope that's the case." Red glanced over to another table, his eyes falling gently on the object he sought out, and had made a study of, all evening.
"This one..." Antonio noted Red's avid interest, "she is different than the rest." he was a shrewd judge of character. "You feel something for her that the others could not offer."
"...Yes." Red's brow furrowed. "I fought it for a very long time."
"For her sake." Antonio understood.
"What right do we have to bring them into our way of life..."
"My Maria knew of my... world before we..." the older man trailed away. "She accepts all that I am. It was not always so, of course. There were troubling years." the man admitted. "She is a devout Catholic."
"Yes, I know." Red did. "Do you regret–"
"No regrets." Antonio interrupted, his tone firm. "Not a single one."
Red glanced at Lizzy again. She was trying to retrieve a stolen French fry from Francis. Her ability to attain her desire results, just as cunning and assertive as it was a short time ago.
He smiled reluctantly at the antics deployed. "She is very young."
"Teach her to survive, especially..." Antonio watched the farce play out as well, his own amusement triggered, "in your absence."
Red turned his attention immediately.
"Time and misfortune claim us all." the man reminded Red of their human frailty. "I have heard of your troubles." The subject was broached. "Not the whole story, mind you. Only the price on your head raising..." Antonio edged forward, "which in turn, adds to the danger to her..."
Red remained silent on the matter.
"My resources are available to you." It was offered.
"I want the bastard myself." Red spat heatedly. "I want his throat in my hands, his blood..." he took a deep shaking breath, suppressing his sudden flare of anger. His lapse of control unacceptable.
Antonio causally glanced about, ensuring no others saw Reddington's loss of restraint. He understood the younger man's agitation. If it were his Maria...
"Understood." he inclined his head regally. "But the offer is always open to you."
"This I know." Red nodded minutely, appreciating the man's discretion. Not only due to the subject matter at hand, but for allowing Red's enraged response. "And should the circumstances arise, the same can be said for me."
"You waste your time with an old man when your choice of companion could be more... stimulating." Antonio's eyes lit as Reddington's eyes caressed his lady's backside lasciviously.
Antonio had to admit, he was enjoying this side of Reddington. He didn't think he had ever seen the man so distracted, especially over a woman.
He knew Reddington was a lover of women. They were both of the same regard when it came to females. You respect them, cherish them... love them.
But the boy was practically spell bound in regards to the small beauty across the way. He did see the attraction. She was quite a woman. She was pleasing on the eyes, she was humorous, intelligent and was a ferocious fighter when warranted.
She turned their way, having sensed Reddington's eyes on her. She blushed a charming crimson, before coyly batting the long dark lashes highlighting her baby blues.
Antonio chuckled quietly into his glass as the man across from him grunted low in his chest at the display.
Yes... she was quite an alluring package. One that should not be neglected any longer.
"My time with you is never wasted, dear friend." Red muttered absently after a long moment.
"You used to be a 'breast' man." Antonio chuckled. "I see you've come over to my side of the fence." he winked playfully, sipping his finger of Scotch. "Nothing like the succulent curve of an enticing backside... is there."
"You are still..." Red chastised with a look, "a dirty old man."
"And I shall be to the day I die. God willing." Antonio nodded sagely. "Let's not forget about their luscious lips..." the man further added to Red's enticement, "though which one's we prefer tasting, is always up for question, don't you agree?"
After further goading of Lizzy's fine attributes, by his dear friend, Red had left shortly thereafter with his little seductress in hand and now... hours later, he lay here, quietly contemplating his lot in life.
After a private meal prepared by the Villa Chef, a truly wonderful night full of intimate conversation and unbelievably stimulating lovemaking had ensued.
As Red awoke, he had discreetly moved away from Lizzy's sweet smelling body, the temptation to awake her too much if he tried to remain cuddled close to that 'enticing' backside.
They had made love less than a couple hours ago. Sweet, passionate love that sated him completely... or so, Red had believed at the time.
While it was his custom to allow the woman to wake naturally before initiating lovemaking in previous days, his body demanded differently this morning.
Red was a little annoyed with himself, truth told. Usually he was well able to control his carnal instincts.
Visions kept popping in his head. Ones he attempted to dismiss as juvenile... beneath him.
Watching that little 'affair of honor and proprietorship' yesterday, when Lizzy and Natalia had been going at each other... Red felt something primordial... deeply satisfying inside.
Lizzy staking her rightful claim on him, caused his cock to pulse to life...
The occasional sight of Lizzy's round bottom as she tussled with her enemy, or the fleeting glimpse of her breast as her shirt rode up or was tugged at... had fulfilled a deep seated masculine fantasy he wasn't even aware of having before.
Red had noted Silas look at Lizzy's bottom as her jeans had pulled tightly over the delectable little area at one point during the melee.
The fact Silas had shifted his eyes instantly, alerted Red, a male, to the fact. The guard had noticed, as a male, the very same thing.
Silas' deep frown of discontent and overly gruff rejoinder to both women was another indication that, in the large man's world, he had inadvertently overstepped boundaries set for his rigid code of ethics... which was troublesome to the extreme.
Silas appeared to the lay person, to be rather lax in his... shall we say, approach, where the ladies were concerned. Any woman.
But Red knew the truth. Silas adhered to an almost archaic, chivalrous, overtly protective attitude where a female he truly respected and admired was concerned.
For him to have noticed Lizzy had a great ass, was an unthinkable breech of conduct on Silas' part.
Lizzy was taken, by someone Silas both admired and held in high regard. That line was written in blood, never to be crossed.
Silas and Red never spoke of their connection or how it began, or the why of it all.
It just was and would always be.
Enough said.
A part of Red found it amusing, the trouble Silas had experienced.
Silas had moved past the momentary lapse easily in Lizzy's case.
Red had watched the easy camaraderie return seconds later as Silas had thumped Lizzy's head... hard, when she repeatedly neglected to obey Silas' direct instructions to 'settle the hell down'.
Red had let the 'thumping' pass, realizing it's origins.
Silas need to get back to the 'sisterly' side of the equation. He had done so in his own inimitable fashion.
Lizzy had complained, bitching and moaning her lot in life, of course, as was her part to play.
"He struck me!"
"I saw that." Red had admitted.
"Aren't you going to do something!" Lizzy had demanded. Those big blue eyes had flashed their annoyance at a reticent Silas.
"If I were him," Silas nodded to a silent Red, "I would gag you to quiet your ass down, but I have a sneaky suspicion you would actually like that sort of thing."
Lizzy opened her mouth to retort, before getting lost in her inner most thoughts, pleasing both men for differing reasons.
"You're welcome." Silas had mumbled discreetly to his boss, before turning on his heel. "Excellent repartee..." he called over his stocky shoulder to his rival, as he left Red to the opportunity afforded him.
Red had sighed and went on with his task of dutifully calming his little spitfire down, again. Having lost her chance to have her row with her favored guard, and still in a temper over her earlier scuffle with Natalia, Lizzy was in no mood to be calmed down.
The man glanced to his bed partner, the dark mussed hair was splayed across the pillow, the soft tendrils lush and full.
He knew from experience, the strands felt like spun silk. His fingers itched to touch them, even now.
His eyes traveled her curves beneath the sheet. He eased closer, his arms embracing the decidedly feminine and very soft form. He tucked his arm under her naked breast, enjoying the sensation of the heavy swell curving naturally to his forearm.
He felt her stir, stiffening a moment before recognition set in.
"I've heard vicious rumors," the roughened voice deepened as the object of his affection pushed her warm bottom against his groin, "that you are notoriously susceptible," he nuzzled the fragrant nape of her neck, "to morning sex."
"People say the damndest things..." Liz hummed sleepily, settling more comfortably against his solid body. "Are you my alarm clock now?" She couldn't help but sigh happily.
"Did you say cock?" It was Red's turn to move closer, if only to illustrate his 'point'.
"C-Clock." she stammered, her cheeks reddening slightly. "I said, clock."
"Say the other for me." Red wasn't going to let it go. "It turns me on to hear you say those filthy words." he mumbled against her shoulder.
She pushed against his fingers as they filtered through her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
"...No." she pouted at the request, inhaling sharply as one determined finger slid past her attempts to prevent such a move. The calloused edge ran along the more than sensitive ridge of her clit.
She inadvertently moved into the touch, squirming about irritably in the next instance.
"What's wrong?" his muffled voice tickled her tender flesh.
"I have to pee." she grumbled, fighting the urge to allow his every whim.
Red chuckled quietly, kissing her bared shoulder.
"So, go." he lifted his arm, allowing her freedom to move. "I'll be here when you get back. Trust me."
She reluctantly rolled from the bed, staggering a little until she got her feet under her.
"It's not sexy..." she muttered dejectedly, realizing her faults all too well.
Red tilted his head, watching the woman make her way across the room. His eyes sweeping her naked form... repeatedly.
"I beg to differ," he disagreed, watching that perfect ass swish hypnotically, before it disappeared around the corner, "...especially from my point of view."
He leisurely stroked himself, a slow smile overtaking his face... no need to lose such a promising moment after all...
Of all the lovers he had and as provocative and seductive as they had been in their expensive lingerie and perfect hair and makeup.
Moments like these were fast replacing his concept of just what 'sexy' was.
There was something so... genuine about what had just occurred. So... real.
Lizzy didn't have to be anything other than herself to turn him on.
Her tousled hair, the little crease where the sheet left it's imprint on her side and her sleepy countenance, made for a stunning image in the hazy morning sun.
He could not remember a time when he had been so damned sexually stimulated as he was right at this moment.
He had every intention of making up for lost time. He had a taste of her now and nothing but Elizabeth was going to fulfill the overwhelming craving he had for more.
The feeling grew as he watched the woman come padding lethargically around the corner. His heartbeat quickened as her supple breasts moved naturally with her drowsy stretch. His eyes traveled downward, taking in that small thatch of dark hair on her sex, his dick throbbing in his now doormat hand.
The man smiled softly, watching Lizzy blink the sleep away, scratching her fingers under her thick mane of hair before lifting heavy lidded eyes which transfixed as she blatantly watched the man unhurriedly stroking his shaft.
Red's eyes crinkled, his amusement piqued as Lizzy's mouth fell agape for his actions.
She resumed her steps towards the bed, never once looking away from his hand's activities, as she absently crawled up beside him.
This was natural. Sharing an affection for one another that millions of other couples did on a lazy morning... was normal.
He wanted to give her that. He wanted to give her so much more, truth told...
He wanted to be home every night to have dinner. He wanted to make plans and keep them. He wanted to be there when Lizzy needed him.
He wanted to make a home, a family, with her.
"I told you I would wait for you." he muttered as her warm soft body lay against his. It felt like he had waited his whole life for her.
Liz moved her hand between their bodies, wrapping her slim fingers around his girth.
"A man true to his word." she stated breathlessly.
Pressing her into the cushion of the bed, Red made his move, methodically and meticulously kissing and stroking her body into a heightened state of arousal which she reciprocated.
He kissed between her breasts before suckling the full nipples. He sensually nipped a trail down her torso, pausing momentarily to pay particular attention to the cute little belly button with his tongue. Red knew her weaknesses, her vulnerable spots and felt no compulsion about using this knowledge to his advantage.
He worked his way down the satin skin, his mouth lovingly worshiping the heated flesh.
He took his time, enjoying the journey and the alluring sights along the way.
At one point, he felt her body stiffen slightly directly before the woman's attitude altered.
He stopped, nuzzling the fragrant down of her sex with which he had been playing, to lift his head, asking the rhetorical question.
"I did the..." she crinkled her nose distastefully, "I know the taste is" she trailed away, her expression a forlorn one, "can't we just... move on to the good stuff?" she asked hopefully.
Red's eyes held hers masterfully for a goodly beat. "We'll do the really 'good stuff'," his dry, coarse tone made her melt inside, "once I get my fill" he inclined his head accordingly, "of a more in depth connection to what I refer to as ... the really 'good stuff'."
The woman hesitantly placed a resisting hand over the area he indicated. "You don't have to... I wish you wouldn't... really."
"Elizabeth," Red's tone had altered, "I want to taste your pussy." he shifted a heated stare, scenting the dark triangle beneath him. "Open your legs to me." he whispered silkily.
"No." she pouted determinedly. "You will listen to me on this one Red Reddington."
Red narrowed his eyes at the woman, wishing he'd never said a damn thing about the taste of that fucking spermicide. He had really only said it in jest at the time, to take the pressure off her making a choice she wasn't ready for.
"Like fucking hell I will." he was just as determined to have his way. Clasping his fingers about her wrist, he tugged slightly on the barricade blocking what he wanted.
But she was not going to budge on this issue he sensed, by the set of her pretty features.
Red positioned himself more comfortably, lowering his head. He slid his tongue into the tight slit between her fingers. Liz gasped sharply, her back bowing at the unexpected maneuver. The intense sensation sweeping through her weak limbs.
He worked the roughed muscle expertly, fondling her clit insistently. He rather enjoyed the feel of his tongue trapped between her quickly swelling labia as he massaged hard at her throbbing sex.
He could feel the slight pulse of blood flowing to the rapidly plumping organ.
"Never mind..." he made an executive decision, something better having appeared on the horizon, "keep them closed."
Concentrating his efforts on the tight alcove, he was pleased as shit to feel the woman trembling uncontrollably under him in record time.
Soft gasps of denial and disbelief escaped her throat from time to time as he practiced the art he knew so well...
Pushing his nose into the curls at her apex, working diligently to produce his particular brand of magic.
Inhaling deeply, he savored the scent of Lizzy. So fixated on that, he noticed nothing else.
Crawling up towards the woman, he stilled her movements, drawing a frown of confusion as he rolled Lizzy to her side.
"Will you open your legs to me now?" He was all to smug, allowing he had so easily produced her orgasm.
"You told me to keep them closed." she sighed her contentment all the same as Red's masculine body conformed to her feminine one. "And no, I will not." He would have to work for this one.
"Very well..." Red gently nipped her shoulder as his rampant erection poked at her back side, "then keep them closed."
He closed his eyes to the sensation as his thickened cock fell heavily against her silky thigh.
"I don't like to wait," he reminded, reaching between them, "reminds me of Glen at the DMV."
"Your numbers up," she groaned, arching her hips back searchingly, "come to the front of the line," she stilled as Red pushed himself against her, the feeling too good to pass up, her pride a forgotten entity suddenly, "to be... served."
Red smiled happily, enjoying how she quickly adapted to any scenario he threw her way. Though, as he slid into her wet heat... the primal urge he had been experiencing when with this woman, made itself very well known, quickly enough.
Grasping her hip, he tilted her back into his intrusion. He jerked against the woman, captivated by the sight of the natural bounce of her bottom impacting with his pelvis.
"Does this feel good to that little pussy?" he gritted, driving his erection inch by inch into the slick, heated cavern. "Tell me what you like." he commanded his rights, drawing a low steady moan from the woman's throat. "Say that naughty word for me."
He wrapped his arm around the woman, palming her full breast, gently kneading the giving flesh. Threading his fingers through the damp curls on her sex, his fingers danced against her clit, her body responding instantly to his touch.
Liz fought to say the vulgar word, wanting so badly to please him, as he had her.
Hearing that man and that deep sexy voice say, pussy, damn near made her come unglued. Really, any vulgarity he said, especially at such moments as this, made her quiver inside.
Red hardly ever cussed, but when he did, emotions were running high. It meant that he was as deeply invested in whatever project that was at hand.
Just the thought of hearing Liz say that, that she would feel comfortable enough to get past the maidenly modesty instilled since birth to most females... made his erection harden inside her. She could feel it swell as he made his request.
"You can feel it inside you, can't you." Red persisted, his tone filled with anticipation. "You're so tight, it can hardly move and it wants so badly to move, Elizabeth,"
The woman groaned as desire swept through her willing mind and body. Damn, he was good at this! She refused to think of how he came about such knowledge... but was ever so glad he had.
"Tell it to please you..." it was coaxed, "hell, I have no fucking control over it any longer." he had faced the fact days ago. "It belongs to you, baby... do with it as you wish."
Liz's mouth parted, trying to form the words bubbling inside her jumbled thoughts whenever the man was near.
A shrill jangling sound interrupted the need. She started visibly as it continued it's incessant clanging inside her brain. It trilled three more times before stopping abruptly which is more than she could say for the man whose body was cradled so lovingly behind hers.
Red had not lost one beat, his rhythm steady and confident. He continued the wonderful litany of unrestrained dialogue and sounds she elicited from the man.
There was nothing hotter than listening to Red Reddington get off. The deep rumbling satisfied moans he made... literally made the woman's stomach flip wildly. That she was the one accomplishing such a feat, astonished her.
Red glanced down, drawing his shaft out to the very tip, just keeping the large crown in place, before slowly sliding back inside. The act left him breathless and euphoric.
"Fuck, baby." his hissed his appreciation. Curling his fingers around her hip bone, he rolled his hips, completely focused on his steady rhythm and the sound of his cock pumping Lizzy's tiny wet hole.
Just listening to her corresponding whimpers of delight, made his fucking nerve endings raw and alive like they had never felt before. The music they made together when making love was his most favorite sound in the entire universe.
He felt like a live wire, ready to spark at any given moment, especially when that tight little tunnel of her's clenched desperately around his driving shaft.
It was if she wanted to grasp hold of him and never let go. A sentiment he more than understood.
Tightening his arms about the woman, Red closed the space between them at every possible avenue. He gently moved the thick waves of hair from his path, his mouth sucking feverishly at her damp nape as he literally 'marked' his territory.
Liz's nails dug into his hip, silently urging the man to go, "... Faster."
Answering the breathless request, Red focused on Elizabeth's response both vocally and physically until he garnered the needed results.
Enjoying the new tempo, Liz released a sharp cry, arching her back in praise of his efforts, drawing a low growl of approval from the man's throat.
"Just there." he sensed by her response, more than in tune with his partner.
She sighed blissfully, lovingly stroking the large fingers, which were lovingly stroking her.
Red dropped his head into the pillow, groaning his disbelief when the familiar grating sound began anew.
"Answer it." Liz urged, scratching her short nails over his hip. "Could be important."
Sighing his aggravation, the man cursed fluently, fumbling for the drawer, blindly feeling for the phone before pulling it free.
"What?" he snapped, beyond annoyed, his large finger softly petted the woman's clitoris, teasing her mercilessly.
Elizabeth moaned softly, before a large palm was placed gently over her mouth allowing her to smell their combined scents. The sweet smell of sex and show of dominance spiked her arousal to new heights.
And Red felt it. Leaning into her, he continued his unhurried movements, absently listening to the voice on the other end of the line.
"Is he there now..." Red asked somewhat steadily, before lifting the phone away from his mouth, rapidly slapping the dark plastic into the rumpled bedding. The woman had reached between her legs, petting herself and his shaft as it became exposed to the cool air.
"God..." he whispered harshly, before pulling the phone forcefully back. "He can wait, dammit."
Liz strained for release, pushing her bottom back into the large offering. Opening her lips slightly, she drew one of Red's fingers inside her warm wet mouth, suckling him in rhythm with her body's dictates.
"Dear God..." Red sighed shakily, his concentration split between the call and the woman making love to him.
"Now, where the hell do you think I am?" he gritted his anguish, his head dropping against Liz's shoulder, as he fought for some semblance of control.
"Your cock feels so... good..." she moaned piteously at one particularly hard thrust, "when you d-do that."
"Oh fuck..." Red's voice shook noticeably. He hadn't expected her to say it. Would have been fine, had she not. What it did to his mind, he was having difficulty assimilating.
"Dammit, Mark," he snapped sharply, "shut the fuck up." The other man's constant drone was wearing thin. "I have no damned idea what the hell you're saying," it was informed bluntly, "nor do I care."
Liz whimpered softly, drawing Red's undivided attention for a brief second.
"Deeper..." she moaned softly, "put your cock... deeper."
"Son of a..." Red murmured breathlessly, sliding his shaft deep inside. "I'll be there in an hour...or so..." he panted his involvement, clicking the call off, muting the sound of Mark's laughter.
Liz held her breath, waiting anxiously as the man dropped the phone to the bed.
"Give me a minute, baby." Red implored breathlessly.
Grasping a pillow, he slid it against her body, rolling her. Her bottom lifted into his deepened thrusts as she reached out for some sort of stability. Squeezing her fingers around his wrist, the man worked his hand between her and the pillow, fondling her soft spot perfectly.
She groaned as the heavy weight of his cock settled deep in her receptive body, his large crown butting up against her sensitive cervix. The full sensation made her abdomen ache pleasantly.
Red groaned audibly as the woman's whole bottom shook with desperation.
"Is this what you want?" he questioned roughly.
Liz nodded tightly, concentrating on the man's thick fingers massaging her sex and the erection intimately encased in her body.
She felt the man move behind her, bracketing her thighs with his muscled ones, holding her legs tightly closed.
Moaning brokenly, she focused intently on his plump shaft pushing against her increased tightness.
Her body erupted in goosebumps as Red exhaled sharply, his hot breath brushing against her shoulders and spine in a rush. Both were fixated on the give and take of her swollen lips wrapped about his hard, wet flesh.
He felt her little toes curl into his shin, a sure sign she was close to coming.
"Like that..." she mewed, bowing her bottom up to take more.
Pushing off the bed, he ran his hand up her sleek back, his fingers grasping her shoulder. Palming her hip, he lifted her slightly.
"Like... this?" he questioned softly, his dark eyes watching his wet erection reappear once more.
"...Yes." she hissed breathlessly.
"You are so fucking wet for me..." He moaned deeply, his head falling back as Lizzy's core rippled around him.
They both hummed in contentment when the man nudged her deeply, only exposing a mere few inches to the cool room.
"Do you like that?" he asked quietly, rubbing his free fingers up her spine, groaning at the sight of his darkened hand caressing her lily white skin.
"...Yes," she sighed dreamily, "... your cock feels so thick... so hard."
Red's sack tightened at her use of that word, knowing very well how uncomfortable it was for her to say at this stage in the game. But she was trying to be open, to play...for him. That meant the world to him.
"Touch your clit." he exhaled amorously.
Though she didn't really need to, more than pleased with what the man was doing to her, she did as urged. Reaching back, she rubbed that hardened nub quickly, clenching hard around the thick shaft loving her.
"...Yes." he drawled, as he felt her tighten around him. Getting lost in the sweet sounds coming from her beautiful mouth and the vision of him taking her body in the early morning sun... he let the exotic feeling wash over him.
Arching into his quickened thrusts, Liz held her breath, her pussy heavy and throbbing. Her panted breaths came in short, sharp gasps. Her abdomen tightened pleasantly, her thighs shaking against Red's muscled ones.
His own impending orgasm tingled at his spine, the will to hold back simply too much as he felt his pelvis dampen with her arousal.
"Please," he wasn't above pleading a this point, "come... for me."
The man's thick, wet erection brushed against Liz's thighs, heightening the sensation, pushing her to climax. Lizzy tensed under him, her tunnel clenching him so tightly, he felt as though he was splitting her in two as he plunged back inside the creamy little hole.
Curving his hands around her waist, he hastily pulled her back as the first rush of his release warmed his shaft.
Their mingled cries of release was music to his ears.
This was all he wanted to do, all damn day. Watch and feel her in the throes of passion. She was so uninhibited, so free, completely focused on how good it felt, nothing else in the whole fucking world seemed to matter.
He had missed this so much. A partner who lost themselves in their lovemaking.
She didn't care about anything but giving into her body's demands and he loved it.
Falling unto his arm, he braced himself, slowing his thrusts. He gently bit into her shoulder, grunting animalistically, each thrust filling her with his cum. A deep moan of satisfaction collected in his chest as he felt the heat of their combined arousal give his pulsing erection a damn slick ride.
"You feel amazing," he groaned as his cock head pushed through the thick cream, "... best fucking pussy I've ever had..."
Liz moved up into the heat of Red's body, shivering at the roughened texture of his chest hair tickling her back and bottom, his masculinity overpowering her. The feeling intensified when the man nuzzled her over sensitized flesh, his heavy breathing and soft lips caressing her shoulders.
"...Thank you." he rasped his gratitude, unaware he had as yet.
She chuckled breathlessly, easing her sated body into the bedding.
His fingers flexed about her waist, trembling with the last vestiges of his orgasm, "I've been waiting to have you in the morning for so long..."
"We've had morning sex." she reminded. She groaned her disappointment as the thick crown of his shaft slid free, the saturated flesh, sliding wetly along her thighs.
"Arguably, but this... this was different." the man's voice deepened with pleasure, stroking his waning erection along her ass cheeks. "Nor have I thanked you properly for you... cooperation."
Liz laughing quietly, enjoying his very apparent gratitude and admiration. Red settled down beside her, happily accepting as she nestled herself against him.
"I take Visa and MasterCard." She quipped, enjoying the sound of his husky chuckle.
"You've never done that before." she thought back to the new position, her cheeks glowing happily.
She drew shapeless designs on his chest. The man pulled the sheet up around them, warding off the sudden chill in the room.
"I've wanted to for a long time..." he admitted freely. "A desire which has magnified since you've been sharing my bed."
"I'm so glad I could indulge you in this little... idiosyncrasy." she stretched, a grin over taking her face.
"God, " Red smoothed his large hand over her shapely ass, his fingers conforming to the suppleness, "so am I."
Lifting her slightly, he connected his mouth to hers in a languid kiss that left both sighing contentedly at it's completion.
She giggled quietly, resting more comfortably against his large frame. She hated to disturb the serenity, but curiosity consumed her. "...Hey."
"Uh hmm..."
"When I first came to stay with you..." she questioned quietly. "When did you...eh," wondering how to word it correctly so as to receive the best amount of response–
"Know I wanted between your legs?" he surmised the question by her hesitant manner. "Narrowing it down for me, are we?" he chuckled.
She lifted questioning eyes, finding his gaze gentle on her. "I wanted between your thighs long before you came to stay with me." he reaffirmed. "And you know it."
She smiled softly, before he returned to the question at hand.
"Well, there were a few times, to be honest." he admitted. "But the one that stands out is when I had to... take the problem into my own hands, so to speak."
Liz gaped at the thought that Red had done... that. Though, it was a silly idea to think he never...indulged. What man didn't?
"Do you mind me asking..." she trailed off.
"When you were doing yoga and fell." he smiled. "That little ass of yours tucked up against my cock and..." he blew out a breath at the memory, "it was either get a moment alone or we would have become better acquainted, right then and there, on the yoga mat."
Liz snuggled in closer, envisioning the picture painted and felt her body respond accordingly.
"I was already dying to sink myself into your hot little body." he confessed. "That day, the need to pull down those tight shorts and bare this beautiful ass, was too much to handle."
Knowing what she did now... she kind of wished he had taken a chance. She may have been shocked at first, sure. But the expertise he would have provided would have swayed her quickly enough.
"I'm sorry, Lizzy." Red sighed heavily, his own thoughts drifting to another direction. "I should have shut the phone off."
Hell, she had forgotten all about that, to be honest. She had one goal in mind, and it had nothing to do with that phone.
"It's not a big deal, Red." she waved it off. "I hardly noticed, if you want the truth." she laughed shyly. "I am turning into a major hussy... must be Silas' influence."
He had taken calls while having sex in some form or other, before. He had looked upon it as a challenge. Had even unintentionally done it with Lizzy while he'd been with Lexa.
Though, unlike his time with Lexa and partners before that, this time... trying to stay focused had been impossible when intimately attached with Lizzy.
Only a few short moments had passed since he ended the call, and he suddenly realized he didn't have the foggiest idea what Mark had wanted or even what the man had said.
Red craned his head when he felt her cheek plump into a smile, against his chest. "Is there something I should know?" he smiled softly, picking up the subtle hint well enough.
"It's kind of exciting, isn't it?" Liz smiled impishly up at him. "Talking to someone while we... were doing what we were doing." she laid her head back down, drawing her finger across his torso. "It's like a secret we're sharing."
Though Red was absolutely positive Mark picked up on the fact that he was making love to Elizabeth. He did have to admit that his arousal had spiked... if only because hers had. He had been very aware that she became more involved, her movements more suggestively passionate, she sucked on his finger... said cock for him... after the call came in.
Did he have a little exhibitionist on his hands?
"It is, the best kind of secret." he agreed. "One I hope to share with you on a regular basis." he smiled as she chuckled quietly. "Regardless, it was something that certainly could have waited."
"I understand about work issues, Red." she reminded. "You are so understanding where my job is concerned."
"This is what I want to do," he hugged her closer, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head, "right here. The rest of it, doesn't mean shit any longer, truth told."
"So, Ms. Keen," Liz took on a news reporter tone of voice, holding her hand up like it was a microphone, "how does it feel to have been the catalyst to the downfall of Red Reddington's empire?"
"Oh, stop it..." the man scoffed. "I could run my empire from this bed, if I so wished."
Turning to his side, he grasped her hand, wrapping her slim fingers around his length. Without thought, Liz instantly stroked his shaft as Red pulled at the sheet, exposing the woman's breasts to his gaze.
"So what," he flicked the rosy peak with his tongue, before capturing it, suckling the roughened nub, "if I'm a little distracted." his lips muttered loosely around the nipple in his mouth.
"Was that a crack about the size of my breasts?" she sighed, pushing said breast towards the man.
He frowned, taking up an overflowing handful of the giving flesh. "Hell no..."
Reaching between them, Red curved his fingers about hers, tugging at the velvety flesh, pumping the organ quickly.
Pushing his giggling lover flat to the bed, he worked his muscled thigh between her silky ones, maneuvering his bulk easily into the vacant space.
Liz gasped as his growing erection bounced against her center, "You're gonna be late..." she whispered breathlessly.
"I don't give a damn..." he groaned against her mouth, stroking his throbbing shaft along his favorite place.
Liz's eyes opened, staring over the man's shoulder up into the mirrors. She wriggled in anticipation as he settled his bulk in position and dropped his hips.
Keeping her eyes focused, she raptly watched him inch forward while simultaneously feeling him slide his thick girth past her swollen slit.
"Let them wait..." she mewled, as the man completed their connection.
"Now, you're getting the hang of it." he held his smile, glad that they had come to the same understanding.
Even though Red was a good two hours late to the meeting, he found those in attendance in relatively good mood considering.
Antonio seemed to take great delight in his tardiness, grinning knowingly at Red's serene appearance as the young man took a seat at the long conference table.
This was the fourth day of tense negotiations and countless revised stipulations.
This was a first, in Red's memory that the Italian Mafia and the Chinese Triad, had come to any kind of understanding over any issue.
With Red and Company acting as mediators, and eventual partners... the three contributing factions had finally settled on the terms of their agreement.
He wasn't sure about the others, but he was very interested to see how this panned out in future negotiations. He hoped everyone would be able to stand by said agreements.
As they were completing the end stages of finalizing the deal, Red's text alert went off.
Absently pulling the phone out, he found a picture text. Another text immediately followed.
He always had appreciated Silas sending these on and off throughout the day, as proof of Lizzy's well being.
Red had felt neglectful to her, not having been able to spend as much time with Liz this trip as he would have liked.
The pictures often showed Liz having drinks at the bar or riding roller coasters and what not with Silas, Francis and the girls.
They always brought a smile to Red's face.
In one instance however, Red was given a moment of pause when Silas sent a picture of Lizzy cozying up with someone... only to realize on further examination that it was... Elvis. Or a wax figure of the man.
He was happy to see Lizzy enjoying her time in Vegas.
And today seemed no different as he opened the first text. A smile curved his lips. Lizzy was standing in her blue bikini by the pool, her face twisted with amused annoyance at some unseen person.
Most likely Francis.
Opening the other text, this was a closer shot. His grin widened as his eyes raked the photo. It showed Lizzy fiddling with the ties at her hip. He had a sudden urge to pull those strings to see the treasure that lay beneath.
Silas always knew what would make Red's heart race.
Scrolling to see Silas's quip for the day, Red's blood ran cold as he read the caption...
Guess who I found. CRVR
AUTHOR NOTES: It's been a long couple days... so any mistakes are totally mine.