One Step Ahead

I stood in the corner, taking periodical drags on my cigarette as I watched the scene around me. Drunks dancing, people chatting or playing pool, and a few people watching the scene; just like me, waiting for something suspicious. The heads of departments knew agents came here to discuss information, and we all knew this was the place to get it. However, the heads of departments would know if we changed our location, so staying here seemed easier. It was nice here anyway, inconspicuous.

I saw Ben the second he walked in. He was hard to miss wherever he went, but in a place like this, he stood out like a beacon in the dark. His black suit would have looked harsh on anyone but him, the casual white shirt unbuttoned just far enough to get any girl wondering… any girl apart from me. It wasn’t that I didn’t find him attractive, it was just that I knew him too well as an agent to ever get too involved in it like most women did.

I had been friendly with most people at the academy. Most people, except Ben. Ben Jacobs, whose striking good looks are almost burning, but who knows it. Ben Jacobs, who should really have a job as an international superstar the amount of times he changes his look, but no, he’s just like me. Ben was infuriatingly good at his job, always one step ahead, and always beating me to every punch. He was annoying to say the least. Always got one mark more than me at the academy, which always drove me around the bend. It’s not that I minded being second best, second is fine, it’s just being second to him is aggravating seeing as I know he gets most of his leads by flirting.

He sat down at the bar, leaning casually on the barstool as he ordered a drink and glanced around the room. His eyes rested on me momentarily, which unnerved me. I was in a dark corner damn it, can’t a girl stay anonymous when she wants to? I watched the two men playing pool for a few moments, smoking my cigarette and leaning against the wall when I felt someone’s eyes on me. Glancing up, Ben was walking towards me, his eyes resting on mine as he strode purposefully over. He stood next to me, obviously aware of the eyes watching us when suddenly he slipped his arm around my waist, moving to stand uncomfortably close in front of me, his face inches from mine.

Seamlessly, he gave me a quick peck on the lips then rested his temple against mine. I looked down at his shoulder, trying to hide my obvious shock at the action.

“Ben.” I murmured in greeting, sliding a hand up under his arm until my palm rested against his shoulder blade. “Nice to see you.” It was a lie and he knew it. I think he liked it too.

“That Ferrari, the silver convertible…” I smirked to myself; of course Ben was here with me for nothing more than business, not even a spoken hello. I nodded against his head as he moved until his bottom lip brushed my earlobe, a movement that caused shivers to run down my spine. He liked that as well, his mouth curved into a smile around my earlobe and his breath washed over my neck. “It belongs to the Head of Defence in the CIA, a man named Arthur Mitchell.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I whispered in his ear, glancing up to see a few people watching our engagement, obviously interested.

“You were looking for it won’t you?” His lips traced their way down my neck as he spoke until he reached my collarbone, small waves of air flowing down under my shirt and over my breasts. It was embarrassing, but I could feel my nipples getting hard in my bra. God I hope he doesn’t lean any closer.

“Yes.” I breathed shortly.

“What can I say, I like to…” He smirked and ran his tongue along a crevice in my neck. “attend to people’s needs.” His hand slipped around and rested on my hip, his fingers bunching the material of my short skirt as they went, exposing just a little more thigh than I would have liked in a public place.

“Thank you.” I kissed the edge of his ear, still aware of the eyes on us and knowing a one sided affection would look more than suspicious, however, I couldn’t control my breathing, his fingers and lips were sending shocks through my skin, and as well as I can control my emotions, this was a little much for my liking.

“He’s a good friend of Kenneth Blackwell, the owner of Heilter Financing, which is where most of the funding came from for your little escapade. I think people are watching you.” God, I don’t know how I remembered him saying that, as my head was now spinning. All I could concentrate on was the feeling of his lips against my skin, kissing along every inch of flesh around my collar he could expose. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest, how could a man I found infuriating get me so hot?

I slid both my hands to his chest, pushing him away from me slightly and looking at him, my face full of disgust before slapping him hard around the cheek. He looked shocked and held his face in disbelief.

“I can’t believe you! You sleep with her then come crawling back saying how it made you see you wanted me?” I snapped loudly, enough to cause a few curious stares, even of people who hadn’t been paying attention. “Stay away from me!” I snarled, sidestepping him and striding away, flicking my cigarette butt into a nearby ashtray as I did so. As always, ten out of ten for aim.

The cool night air hit me and I instantly felt relieved to be out of there. Even though Ben wasn’t an enemy, he certainly wasn’t a friend, and that had been too close for comfort, even if it was a show to hide our conversation. I walked around the side of the building, turning into a small street I had parked my car in, though without even taking three strides, a hand grabbed my arm and twisted me back until I hit the wall with a thump. I raised my hand to fight them, but they grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head against the cold brick.

Looking up, Ben’s heated eyes stared down at me, his lips parted through short breathing and his chest rising and falling quickly. Without a word, he pulled me from the wall, twisting my arms behind my back as he pushed me around and into an alleyway, slamming me against the nearest wall as he brought my arms back up over my head. He was easily a head taller than me, even in my heels, which was obvious as he stared down at me, his breath still in short pants as he gripped my wrists tighter, pressing them against the wall.

“Damn it, Henley, you don’t get to get me so hot then walk away.” He breathed, his eyes glazing slightly.

“What? I…” I stammered, my heart hammering again, half through fear, and half through confusion. He readjusted his hands until one hand gripped both my wrists above my head. He moved closer to me until his body pressed against mine, my nipples making indents in his chest, and his groin digging into my hip.

His free hand moved roughly down my arm and around my neck, before gripping my jaw and tilting my head up towards his, my breathing stopped, his eyes were wide with fury as he crashed his lips against mine, my breathing returning with a sharp intake. His lips were as hot as they had been in the club, unbelievably strong as they pressed against mine in a bruising force. I struggled against him, but he had always been much stronger than me and tonight was no exception, his mouth opening and his tongue prising my lips apart. I moaned into his mouth, my tongue meeting his with the same frenzied force when his hand slid down to my breast, pinching my nipple through my shirt as he grabbed at me roughly. I wriggled my hands against his grip, and when he finally released them, his hand shooting to the back of my neck where he held me firmly in place, I snaked my arms around his neck, holding him tightly against me.

The hand on my breast slid ever downward, reaching the hem of my skirt and raking it upwards, his fingers hitting the band of my thong as he tugged it out of the way, down over my thighs until they dropped to my ankles, where I contently kicked them away into the dark alleyway. Someone would find them in the morning, I thought to myself with a smirk. He ran his fingers around to the inside of my thigh, his short nails digging in enough to make a mark where I knew I would be sore in the morning, raking up to my pussy where he slowed and trailed teasingly slow along the lips. I arched into his fingers, moaning again into his mouth and pulling him harder against me. I could feel is dick hard against me, and I moved my hand down over his chest to against him, cupping him roughly and massaging through his trousers. Groaning, he moved back from our kiss, his hand releasing my neck and moving to my chest where he ripped open my shirt and tugged my bra down away from my breasts. The cold air made my nipples like bullets as he pinched my nipple and moved his head to take the other in his mouth, sucking and nipping at me until I tipped my head back with a loud moan.

His fingers had moved between my pussy lips, parting them easily to find me slippery and wet. He traced the landscape for a moment, before slickly running his thumb around my clit and plunging three fingers into me. I cried out, unzipping his trousers as quickly as possible to release his erection. I wrapped my fingers around it, thick and hard as rock as I moved my fingers up and down his length, tipping my head down until my lips traced along his ear.

“Fuck me!” I rasped, biting on his earlobe. He looked up at me, standing straight as he continued to finger fuck me, his other hand roughly grabbing at my tit. If possible, I think he got even harder as the words left my mouth, he crashed his lips back against mine and removed his fingers from my wet pussy, using his knee to push my legs further apart before positioning himself at my entrance. I waited for the thrust, but instead, he ran his cock head against my pussy, my juices slicking the end of him before pushing just the head in. I ran my tongue against him bottom lip, urging him on, but he continued with short shallow thrusts, which were driving me insane with lust.

Just as I was about to cry out from his teasing, he thrust his entire length into me, tight around him as he pressed my back against the wall. From then on there was no stopping him, he pounded into me for all he was worth, his balls slapping against me with every thrust, him taking almost his entire cock out of me before slamming it back in against my G-spot. I cried out into his mouth, his hands running down my sides where he grabbed my legs and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, my arms around his neck as he continued to pound into me.

I could feel my first orgasm coming at a fast pace, and when he moved one hand around my back and the other to my clit, rubbing it slickly in circles, I bit down on his lip, moaning into his mouth as I spasmed around him.

Breaking our kiss, I leant my head back against the wall, my eyes closed and my breathing short. Running his fingers softly against my clit, he continued to massage me and although his thrusts had stopped, he remained hard inside of me, the head of his cock pressed firmly against my G-spot making me shiver and writhe in his grasp. My legs shook with the power of my orgasm and untangling them from his waist, I let them down until I was standing, though I knew hardly any of my weight was on them, that it was Ben holding me up.

Releasing my clit from the continued torture his fingers were playing on me, he slid his hand up my waist and along my arm until it reached my wrist. There, he gripped tightly before sliding out of me. I gasped at the growing emptiness I felt. I was still so hot, I wanted more. Ben’s eyes were dark and cold, nothing like the fire I had seen in them just moments before he had kissed me. They surveyed me for a second before, in one flash movement, he’d managed to turn me around until I was pressed face first into the wall.

He released my wrist, his hand grabbing my waist to hold my back against his chest as the other returned to my breast, rolling the nipple between his finger and thumb, new waves of pleasure coursing through me. I let my chin fall against my chest as my breath began to speed up again. I pressed my palms against the wall, steadying myself from my shaking legs. Without warning, he thrust into me again, hitting my G-spot with an almighty crash of electric lust.

He stayed still for a moment, imbedded inside me to the hilt. One arm wrapped tight around my waist, his other hand massaging my breast. I knew what it would have looked like if someone had walked past. I would have looked like a whore with a client as it wasn’t unheard of in this part of town, but I really didn’t care. All I cared about was that he stayed inside me. He kept fucking me.

“You see, Henley,” He whispered against my ear, his voice coming in a rasp through his short breath, “I always get what I want, and I always expect a thank you for information. Not a slap in the face. Now, you owe me.” He bit down on my neck; the pain sending shocks through me almost as much as his cock in my pussy.

He withdrew slowly, and even more slowly he pushed back in as the hand on my waist slid back down until he gripped my ass, his thumb rubbing in small circles just behind where his cock entered me. Continuing to move at a torturously slow pace, he fucked me from behind. Withdrawing all the way and sliding his cock forward over my clit before he slid back into me. He continued this for a few minutes until he had obviously gotten bored and he smashed into me, my hips bucking like a bronco against him.

His hand moved around to my clit, pinching me hard making me cry out and buckle slightly onto him. Small spasms were running through me, gripping his cock as he forced himself into me over and over again until he came with a groan, coating my insides. He stopped, pulling himself out of me but still rubbing my clit hard.

I was panting beneath him, one hand on my breast and the other on my clit as he massaged me to the brink of a second orgasm, but he must have known I was so close, because he stopped, releasing me and stepping away. I turned and leant against the wall, staring at him in confusion and frustration, my entire body burning for release.

Looking down at me, Ben smirked, zipping his trousers and straightening his shirt, he tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at me.

“Next time, if you’re good. I’ll finish you off.” He murmured before turning on his heel and striding out of the alleyway, leaving me.

Cursing his name, I buttoned my shirt and tugged my skirt back down. I looked around, making sure no one could see me before I walked slowly back to my car, every movement letting my body cool a little. Ben was wrong. If there ever was a next time, it was my terms, and he was the one who would have to be good.

Because he may have been a step ahead… but I was the one a step behind him to take a shot while his back was turned.