between pleasure and pain, and then she slides down his body, jerking his cock in her hand before easing him into her pussy. I can’t decide which I like better—the look on a man’s face when he first slides into that tight, hot tunnel… or the look on his face when he comes.
I still can’t decide, as they rock together on the stairs, his hands gripping her ass where her black panties ride up the crack. She hasn’t taken them off, just pulled them aside. He’s thrusting up hard, grunting, and she grabs onto the railing for balance with one hand, lifting her blouse with the other so he can suck one of her nipples into his mouth.
They don’t speak to each other, but it feels like they are—the whole room feels charged with whatever language it is they’re communicating with—the wet slap of their bodies, the groans and grunts and sighs, they say it all. Faster and harder, more and more, the spiral just keeps spinning up toward some impossible peak.
“All you have to do is ask,” Alex whispers, close, tempting me. “You know you want to…”
“Shhh…” I wave at him, watching as the man shoves himself up inside of her with one great, tremendous thrust, his body stiff and quivering like an arrow just shot from a bow. There’s that look on his face, the one that makes me feel weak just to see it. She collapses onto him, panting, and their bodies begin the slow unfolding which seems to happen after sex.
“Sir, you have a call on your cell—” The voice precedes the figure walking into the room by a moment, and the uniformed man stops in the doorway, eyes wide. “Oh… I’m… so sorry…”
“It’s okay, Joe!” The man pushes the woman off his lap. She fumbles with her clothes, tugging her skirt down, pulling her blouse together to cover herself. “I’ll take it.”
The uniformed man hands the phone over, and James puts it to his ear. “Yes?”
“Hey!” I nudge Alex, pointing. “That’s Joe! I was assigned to him just the other day! He saved a little kid on his way to a job interview…”
James is still zipping up his pants, the phone crooked against his ear. Karen turns her back, hooks her bra, and begins tucking her blouse into her skirt.
“That’s great, honey!” James exclaims. “Listen, I’m gonna give the phone back to Joe, you give him all your flight information and we’ll pick you up!”
Karen’s eyes are wide and she sits on the stairs, looking between the two men.
“Oh, sorry… I just hired him,” James says into the phone. “Lucas quit and I needed someone fast. Don’t worry, he came highly recommended…”
Alex leans over, grinning, and says, “That was me.”
Maybe The Maker knows what it’s doing after all, I think, as Joe takes the phone and begins nodding and writing in a notepad he’s removed from his vest pocket.
“James—” Karen’s voice pleads. She clutches at him again, but his eyes are sad.
“I tried to tell you, but you didn’t give me a chance.” He holds her wrists and presses them down to her sides. “My wife is coming home early, for Christmas. I’m sorry…”
The woman’s face twists and then falls. She doesn’t say anything. She just runs out the huge front door, leaving it open. I fly down and see her fumbling with the door handle of the car, tears streaming down her face.
“Well, my work here is done.” Alex sighs, joining me as we fly out into the still-falling snow. “So… tell me… what are you going to ask for?”
“World peace.” I roll my eyes and flit upward, sticking my tongue out and ignoring the laughter. “See you around, Alex.”
The Maker has finally sent me another call.
Maybe burying myself in my work will keep my mind off… him.
Chapter Five
Cats are the worst. It’s the wings. They love to play with the damned wings. I can’t count how many times, out of nowhere, I’ve become some feline’s personal play toy. You’d think I’d been rolling in catnip, the way they come after