When he entered her, when he felt her remarkable tightness unlike tightness he’d felt in a long, long time, the feeling was just as wonderful. And he delayed no longer. He fucked her. He closed his eyes, wrapped her securely in his arms, and made love to her in a way both of them would describe as devastatingly wonderful. He slid in and out of her, over and over again, until they were in a rhythm that was in a class all by itself.
And just when Roz thought it was not possible. Just when Roz thought she had experienced all the highs one sexual encounter could possibly allow her to experience, she was cumming again. But only this time Mick was cumming with her. He was so full of cum that he was straining it out. He was pounding her and pouring out until he could hardly control himself.
And if Roz thought those previous cums were as big as they came, and she was back in control, she was sorely mistaken. There was no comparison. This was the big one and the big one was upon her. She was thrashing and arching and screaming out. She had neighbors, and knew her walls could be paper thin, but she didn’t give a damn. Not right now. Not when Mick was fucking her so emphatically that he had her half out of bed and was still pounding into her. Her body was shaking. The bed was shaking. She was realizing the kind of sex that would put any she ever had to shame. Because she was dealing with a master this time. She was dealing with a man that had the kind of skill legends were made of. And she knew for herself, without the need of any female anywhere confirming it for her, that Mick Sinatra was that kind of special in bed.
He was also very big, and very hard, and she was very small. It was painful. By the time they both had cum, and he was finished with her, she felt as if she had been beaten with a rod as much as fucked by one. But it gave her the oddest feeling of joy. He put it on her, pain and pleasure both, and they combined to give her the best sexual experience she had ever had in her life.
Mick, too, was pleased. He rolled off of her and laid flat on his back. He was sweating and panting and breathing as if he was dying, but he’d never felt better after sex. Because he also felt as if he had been whipped. He had been whipped by a * that knew how to put it on him too. He looked at Roz just as Roz leaned up on her elbow and looked at him. And it was that look in her eyes, as if he had not only just pleasured her, but had fascinated her with that pleasure, that sealed the deal for him. He wanted her. And it wasn’t just about sex this time.
He pulled her into his arms, and held her. Roz could feel a swell of emotion as he held her. And she felt both ways about it. On the one hand, she was out of his league and she knew it. That man could run circles around her in every department. He might even be a better actor than she was, she thought with a smile.
But on the other hand, she felt as if two people could not have been a better fit. Because there was something about Mick to her too. He was different in every way to her too. And she was pleased. She didn’t want this night to end.
But like everything else good that happened in Roz’s life, it ended. It ended unexpectedly. It ended painfully. It came to an abrupt halt just when it had only just begun.
CHAPTER SEVEN
They were asleep for several hours when the call came in. Mick was sleeping remarkably well, he rarely slept well at all, and Roz was in his arms. They were in bed completely now, covered only by a sheet, when they both awakened to the sound of a ringing cell phone.
Roz knew her purse, and therefore her phone, was still in the living room, so she knew it wasn’t hers. And her ring tone was different.
“I think that yours,” she said.
“It is,” Mick said, still tired and half asleep, and was about to get out of bed to get it. But Roz stopped him.
“I’ll get it,” she said, and hurried out of bed.
He watched as her beautiful naked body hurried across the room, grabbed the phone out of his pants pocket, and hurried back to him.
“Thanks, babe,” he said as he accepted the phone. He’d never met a woman quite like her. He remained lying down, and she sat on the bed as he looked at the Caller ID and then answered. “Talk to me,” he said.
“Sorry to disturb you, boss.” It was Leo Barone, Mick’s chief of security.
“What is it?” He reached for Roz and pulled her on top of him. She straddled his naked body as she sat up on him.
“We’ve got a problem, boss. I hate to disturb you, but it’s a serious problem.”
“What?”
“Another breach.”
Mick hesitated. “Who?”
“Tonk Maggio.”
Mick closed his eyes. Roz could see his distress. “From which position?”
“Evans.”
“You’re certain it’s Tonk?”
Leo played a recording to Mick. Roz couldn’t hear anything, but she could see Mick’s jaw tighten as he listened. Whatever was going on, it was bad.
And it was. Mick couldn’t believe how bad, as he listened to the recording. When it was over, he swept the front of his hand across his face. “Is the package secured?” he asked into the phone.
“It’s secured,” Leo responded. “We got him.”
Mick exhaled. At least that. “Call Deuce. Give him the address.”
“Yes, sir.”
Mick ended the call and laid his head back down.