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High Profile (ShadowOfDesire and Catalyst)

He knew where she was headed only seconds after she had made the decision herself. If the look in her eyes hadn't already been more than enough to give it away - and it was - the way she so sultrily backed away from him, down the length of his body and his legs made it all too obvious. And yet even with that knowledge, he could not suppress the slight jolts she sparked with her roving lips, nor the anticipatory ache that throbbed within him, both figuratively and literally, as she took the band of his underwear between her teeth, releasing his cock. It practically sprang free to full attention at the first possible moment, very nearly threatening her face in the process. By the time she'd removed them completely, it was growing needy. Luckily, it would not have to wait for her long. Soon, he felt that warmth of her tongue on his balls and his cock, and immediately his body responded in kind, tensing slightly, his length pulsing under her tongue as she left a trail of her saliva in her wake.

A low, satisfied groan escaped him as well the moment she took the head of his manhood between her lips, those sensitive nerve endings firing wildly at the introduction of her velvet lips about them. His eyes instinctively wanted to close, to let him be enveloped in the coming pleasure. But he wanted to watch. He wanted to look down upon her face as she took his cock in her mouth. It was one of the most purely satisfying sights he could recall laying his eyes on in some time. This wasn't like their previous encounter. He'd made the decision that he wanted to taste her cunt that night the moment he saw her so helplessly tied to the bed. But her sucking his cock like she had, it was unplanned, a spur in the spontaneous moment that caught even her off guard. But this time? She knew exactly what she was doing long before now, and both of them knew it.

A subtle smirk crept across his lips as he reached down, sweeping a rogue few strands of her hair out of her face to give himself a better view. In the process, the backs of his fingers slid down her cheek, almost as if caressing her face, while silently engaging her with his watchful gaze.
 
Her eyes remained on his, pleased that he was watching her in the act, and she allowed her lips to slide down his shaft again, moving slowly several times in quick succession. She drew his full length into her mouth at one point until the tip struck her throat and made her gag. Eyes watering, she finally released him with a lewd pop and drew in a deep breath, bared breasts rising as her chest expanded. Sliding off the bed and onto the floor, she pulled his underwear completely off and dropped it to the floor. Then she hooked her fingers into her own shorts and underwear, and pushed them both off in the same fluid motion. After stepping out of the garments, she stood before him completely naked, one hand running across her breast and down her smooth stomach.

Holding her hand out to him, she tilted her head toward the door and what lay beyond. The night outside was cool, calm, and still. Without needing to guess, he'd likely know what she had in mind. He'd already acquainted himself with the hot tub, and knew how luxurious it could feel. Even more so in the dead of night when the cooling ocean breeze set a chill in the air and against their skin.
 
For someone who claimed that she wasn't one to get pleasure out of going down on a guy, she sure seemed to have a slight look of enjoyment written upon her face, as she took his cock deep into her mouth.

Not that he was complaining. He was too busy loving every second of watching his throbbing hard cock disappear. Far too busy feeling the coarse wetness of her tongue about the underside of his shaft, and seeing a very different sort of tear than before welling up in her eyes as she took him.

It came as a momentary disappointment when she slid his length out from behind her lips and crawled off of the bed. His consolation prize, however, seemed quite the agreeable one when she stripped away her clothes and gave him a full view of her own nude form. He could have watched her touch her own body and taunt him for several minutes longer, but instead, it seemed she had other ideas in mind.

Between the curiosity and the primal lust, he did not question it when she reached out to him, eyes directed out past the bedroom doorway and toward the outside. Slowly, as though almost reluctant to move from the sheer comfort and relaxation she'd already provided, and yet knowing there was likely more to come, he swung his legs around and rose from the bed. He approached her with a few deliberate steps, taking her hand only once he was standing right beside her.
 
She opened the bedroom door and led him through the dark lounge to the balcony doors. As she pushed open the slider with one hand, they were met with a strong, chilling breeze that swept past them and into her apartment. Goosebumps dimpled across her skin and made her shiver. Ignoring the momentary discomfort, she led him outside to the spa. The control panel, as he already knew, was built into the side of the sunken tub. Soft lights came on as the jets started, alternating through the broad spectrum of color. The water was already hot, kept that way by the thermostat, and she stepped in without reservation. Dropping his hand to clutch the railing, she slowly descended, the bubbling water lapping about her thighs and generous ass, then at her waist.

Turning to watch him follow, Sofia crouched in the water so that it lapped at her breasts while she found a seat. The ends of her long hair floated atop the water, darker than the rest, and spun out behind her as the jets caught them and pushed them away. Her eyes closed halfway as she ducked down to submerge up to her neck for a moment before sitting up once more. The cooler air chilled her wet skin and provided a curious counterpart to the warmth of the water below. She didn't intend to touch him again until he'd settled, but she did study every inch of the man's body as it moved.
 
His own body reacted in a fashion similar to hers, his skin tingling as the cool air rushed over it, the sensation exacerbated greatly at his cock by the saliva that still coated him. She'd confirmed his suspicion the moment she made her way toward the hot tub, and he followed her in kind. The lights were a nice touch, illuminating the both of them in a reflected glow that slowly cycled through its hues. He watched as she descended, staring at her ass and the backs of her thighs as the waterline slowly crept its way up and over her plentiful curves.

As he joined her, she would be gifted a full, unimpeded view of him, bathed in a warm red light that slowly faded into an orange, amber about his skin. His swollen cock swayed and moved subtly with every step he took, until it was overtaken by the warm waters, a pleasant and welcome feeling, all it's own. Even once his feet had reached the lowest point, the water only managed to barely lap at the center of his body below his pecs. But soon, just as she had done, he submerged himself, warming his body and running a wet hand through his hair. The hair upon his chest was flattened against his body as he found a place to settle, though his eyes never left the girl beside him.

As he acquainted himself with the warmth of the water and the cool breeze of the night, he looked up into the sky for the briefest of moments. Stars really were much clearer, from over half-a-thousand feet high. They might have kept his attention for far longer, had it not been for the much more alluring presence that loomed so close to him. "This part of my thank you, too?" he asked her with a slight cock of his eyebrow, leaning back against the edge.
 
"It wouldn't be much of a thank you if I left you with blue balls, would it?" She swam to him and slid into his lap, straddling him. Letting her hands explore his body, she leaned forward to kiss his neck, lips caressing his damp skin. She found his ear once again, the other side that she'd yet to tease, and nipped at the dangling lobe. A soft chuckle whispered against his skin. "This was his favorite place to hang out. I though it only appropriate to properly defile it and make a few new memories at the same time. You don't mind, do you?"

Her body pressed against his, wet on wet, the velvety caress of the warm water surrounding them both. His throbbing shaft nestled against her sex, which was wet in a completely different way. The silken folds rubbed against the underside of his shaft, his head occasionally striking her clit which made her breath catch. Kissing along his jaw, she found his mouth again and drew him into a devouring embrace, tongue once more searching for a taste. She closed her eyes, moaning softly, and lost herself for a moment in the delights of his lips pressed to hers.

Reaching between them, her hand found his cock and stroked it firmly before guiding it to her waiting entrance. A moment of tension captured them, then broke as his head pushed into her tight channel for the first time. Breaking from the kiss, she tilted her head back to loose a shuddering groan as his length stretched her to her limit.
 
No, it wouldn't be. He chuffed quietly in agreement. He'd expected her to tease him, to make him feel good for a while, and as things had progressed, to perhaps even get him off. But as she moved over and placed herself upon his lap, her warm, velvet lips pressing firmly against his shaft, he was rapidly beginning to realize that she may just have planned to give him far more, even, than he'd been expecting. Not a moment later, as his body reacted to her touch and all of her sensual little kisses, that breathy, warm voice came over him, leaving absolutely no ambiguity in her intentions.

The waters were warm and soothing, but the embrace of her sex as she expertly grinding her lips back and forth along the length of his dick was far more enchanting, driving him wild with every little move she made. His eyes locked upon hers, seeing the lust that swirled within them as she pleasured herself upon him, and his hands drew up to her hips. "Not at all..." he responded smoothly, his own voice low and confident, while he met her kiss with a passion of his own. The heat of their own bodies and their anticipatory breaths were falling upon each other in those moments before the inevitable, and by the time she'd reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock, he could barely stand the wait any longer. And he had a feeling, that neither could she.

Immediately, her pussy gripped him, her tightness impossible to ignore. It was as if her body could barely even fit him at all. The hot, wet friction of her body as she lowered herself down over his swollen was a feeling all but indescribable. He had a big, girthy cock, the sort that made eyes go wide, and he knew it well; but even he could not recall that he had ever felt himself be gripped quite like her own body had taken hold of him now. The noise that escaped her sent a cold chill running up and down the back of his neck as she groaned it out in his ear. But he could not help the deep gravelly sound of sweet satisfaction that rumbled within his throat, either. Especially not as she lowered herself inch by inch onto him. His arm snaked its way around her body, and his hips instinctively pushed upward to meet her, unable to help but want himself deeper.
 
That moan turned into a higher pitched cry through her closed lips as his cock buried itself deeper into her eager cunt. It took her a few moments to acclimate herself to that shaft, feeling it pressing against her insides from every angle. As she came to seat herself fully, feeling him pressing against the entrance of her womb, her eyelids fluttered open so she could gaze at him, her dark gaze softened by the shifting lights from below. Her fingernails pricked his shoulders as she held tightly to him, using him for leverage to rise off his shaft and then down again. It was slow and teasing, a promise of what was to come, but all the more enjoyable for it. Her hips rolled, scraping his head against her sensitive interior, causing her to shudder as she rolled back down his shaft. While her eyes remained locked to his, she drew her lower lip between her teeth in a hopeless attempt to restrain the lust flowing through her. It could be contained, but not for long.

After a few strokes, she began to increase her pace. The bubbling water splashed about them as she moved, wetting their chests and shoulders. Her breasts bobbed in the water and bounced wildly. Eventually, her lips parted as she began to pant, soft wavering moans spilling from her between gasped breaths. He was so large and thick, splitting her open so much that her toy could never compare. Brandon had been hung, but not so well endowed as the assassin that was now inside her. She wanted to laugh at the irony, but was caught too much in the throes of passion for jovial laughter. She wanted more of him, as much as he could give, for as long as they both could last.

"Mmm.... fuck me hard," she whispered, almost begging him. He'd likely use that against her later, tease her about how much she wanted his cock, but she couldn't help herself in the moment. Their lustful dance had finally come to the inevitable conclusion, and she craved satisfaction.
 
She knew how to move in all the right ways, and he was learning that more and more with every roll of those curvy hips, swallowing his cock in her body's embrace, her walls pulsing around him as he throbbed viciously inside. All that talk of her being a pampered princess, the type to just lay back and take it, rather than doing any of the work? it started to disappear now as he pushed his hips up and down beneath her, filling her up to the brim and meeting her in turn. The way her full breasts bounced so close to his face was almost hypnotizing, but so was the look in those deep brown eyes, and the sounds of her low, barely stifled moans.

"Now that's what I like to hear..." She didn't need to ask him twice. Even if she hadn't at all, he knew he would not be able to contain himself for much longer, as the desire to take her grew impossibly strong within. But hearing her ask for it? God, it made it so much better. Those words could not have possibly sounded any sexier coming from her lips than they did at that moment. They practically dripped from her plush pink lips. As sweet as honey. As hot as her tight little cunt wrapped around him. He made no attempt to hide the devilish grin that came across him. His hand pressed against the small of her back, pushing her forward into his muscular chest, and he kissed her fervently. His arm wrapped tightly around her body, holding her against him and thrusting his cock forcefully to impale her.

He buried himself to the balls in her sex, drawing himself out only to plunge himself back into her, again, and again, and again. Each stroke came faster and with more power than the last. Every thrust sent the head of his massive dick straight into the depths of her loins, and waves of their own making sprawling out over the surface of the water around them. His other hand found her ass, squeezing it tightly in his grasp. If she wanted it hard, then he was going to give it to her every bit as hard as she could possibly stand. He was going to make her scream over the sounds of the bubbling jets and splashing waves. Make her dig those nails into him until he bore their marks upon his shoulder and his back, and fuck her until she trembled with exhaustion.
 
Sofia lost herself in his mouth as he kissed her again, eyes closing automatically. Soft breasts pressed against his chest as he pulled her tighter. Pleased that her request didn't go unanswered, she moaned into his mouth, gently at first, and then with more fervor and passion. His iron grip held her tightly, enough to bruise her tender flesh, but the discomfort was secondary to the cock that pumped inside her wetness. Her moans rose into muffled cries that burst free when she broke from the kiss to draw breath. His grip prevented her any escape, kept her captive as he used her, though her own lust was quickly beginning to rise with the pumping of his hips.

Their frantic fucking made the water even more turbulent, splashing over them both and cresting in waves upon the pool deck. If he wanted her passion, he was going about it in the best way possible, feeding her lust for him and driving her closer to satisfaction. Her hands gripped him tightly, marking his skin with reddening scratches as she clutched at him desperately. She leaned closer, breath hot in his ear as his cock pistoned through her, rigid shaft impaling her viciously.

"Mmm! I'm going to..." It was all the warning she could give. Her orgasm was rising, pleasure building, until she could no longer stand strong against him. The feeling swept over her, through her, and she gave herself over to it, letting the sensation wash her away. Her head tipped back as she screamed a wordless cry, much louder than before, no longer able to contain herself.
 
If he thought that she'd felt tight around his thick cock before, her impassioned body positively clamped down upon him as he thrust himself deep into her hole. Without speaking, he could feel her, and by the time she'd dared to try and breathe out those words, he'd already begun to feel those first powerful spasms. But he was not one to slow. As he watched her face crinkle with ecstasy and the sway of her hips becoming unstable and erratic, he chose to make her feel every bit of the man she was with.

That loud cry pierced the night air all around them. It was a very good thing, those thick concrete walls, and the height of her apartment, practically separating them from the rest of South Beach. Surely, it'd be mistaken for something else, if a soul were to hear these euphoric screams. His hips slammed against her with a force that made the waters slosh loudly, as he felt the head of his cock stretching her from the inside, pushing through her intense release with long, deep strokes, allowed in only by the slick, welcoming wetness of her own liquid lust.

"Ungh...fuck yeah, that's it...Scream for it, just like that!" He commanded her, in a tone that was laden with desire, far too lost in her to even think about anything else. Never once in his preparations did he expect to find himself in this position, but not for one second did he question it. The days of tension had implanted more lust within him than he'd realized. Her attention to his cock had been nice. Her lips were velvet and enticing. Her taste was sweet intoxication. And this? Well...It felt simply fucking incredible. And with those increasingly ragged groans forcing their way from his own lips, he could not hide the extent of his pleasure even if he had dared to. The closest he came to quiet as he plunged himself in and out of her was when he buried his face in her chest, sucking and biting hungrily at those full breasts, riding out every last wave of her high, and giving her almost no chance at all to come back down.
 
One of her hands slipped to the back of his head, holding him tightly against her breast, eyes closed in pure bliss as he fucked her until every last wave had crashed through her and then faded. He fucked her even when her sensitive cunt begged her to stop him, when her body shuddered from the overwhelming sensation, and her clit began to throb once again. His lips sent a new tingle of lust through her breasts, tightening her nipples even more, another soft cry causing her to arch against him as his teeth clamped down on tender flesh. Swallowing the last of her screams, she bent forward to rest against him as he pumped, each thrust of his hips forcing the air from her lungs in small, wavering moans.

Finally recovering enough of herself to remember who and where she was, Sofia lifted her head to nip at his ear, playfully at first and then with a bit more substance. Her teeth nibbled at his earlobe for a few moments before she breathed a harsh, lustful whisper. "I want your cock deep inside me," she murmured. "Fuck me from behind." Again, it was a request rather than a demand, but it was spoken with such desire and longing that it was clear she wasn't playing games. This was the fiery Latina that he'd seen angry so often, though those powerful emotions were now turned toward passion rather than wrath.

Of course, it as completely up to him. If he continued to grip her tightly and fuck her tight cunt, she'd do absolutely nothing to stop him. Even though her sex screamed that she'd gotten far too much, the woman was never satisfied with just one orgasm. She was angling for another and having him riding her from behind was certain to gift her with a second.
 
For once, the two of them must have been on the same wavelength, because that request, breathed out against his ear amidst her breathy, strained moans was practically music to his ears. He sucked and bit at those dark, stiff nipples for only a moment more before he broke away and looked into her dark eyes, flashing her the slyest and most knowing of grins that he could manage through the pleasure that engulfed him. He pulled her down to kiss her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth commandingly and grabbing her ass in tight, strong hand fulls.

"My pleasure," he spoke lowly, lifting her up off of his cock and out of his lap, and moving from under her. It was a moment of disappointment for his aching member, but it would be well worth the satisfaction to come. That top step was the perfect place to put her, and he wasted little time in guiding her to it. He was forceful with his hands, silently telling her exactly where to go. Her round ass was lifted out of the water the second he put her on her knees, the waters of the tub coming up only halfway about her. The lights illuminated their dripping wet, smooth skin, and reflected perfectly off of the soft skin of her bare ass and pussy. He could not help himself but explore her first, running his hands in exploratory fashion over her, and offering a taunting slap along the way. Then it dipped between her legs, two fingers gliding between her silken lips and brushing over her clit as he ran them back and forth.

Of course he could not wait for long. He'd already grown impatient. His fingers wrapped around himself, feeling the throbbing of rushing blood within as he lined himself up with her tight little hole once more. He felt the tingle in his head as he rubbed himself up and down against her, and then allowed himself to disappear inside of her once more. Their pace had already been set, and he had no interest in slowing down. He waited only a few short seconds before thrusting himself deep, impaling her on his long, thick shaft. He grabbed ahold of her hips with both hands as he pulled back, and then pulled her back into him with his powerful grip, slamming his hips into her hard. Groans escaped him as he began to fuck her faster, the sounds of sloshing water matched only by the sounds of wet skin slapping against one another. He was merciless, burying himself to the hilt in her wetness with the intent to split her in two.

Already, he'd seen so much of her that her 'fans' would surely kill for. But as he looked down at this sexy little South Beach Princess, dripping wet, illuminated in glowing lights under the night sky, bent over like a dirty, hungry slut, her hips rocking back and forth with his rock hard cock filling every inch of her, he was sure he'd had a million-dollar view.
 
Being emptied was enough to make her moan, but the anticipation of what (and who!) was to come kept her aroused and trembling. Her skin immediately tightened in the cold air, a rush of goosebumps forming as the cooler air kissed her wet skin. Her long hair trailed over one shoulder as she glanced back, eyes glazed with lust as he caressed her body. A sharp inhale rewarded the questing fingers that slid through her wetness and teased those sensitive folds and the pulsing nub that rested there. He'd already driven that pearl crazy with his mouth, and the memory caused her to shiver, but she was too focused on the cock he aimed in her direction to lose herself to the past. The present was far more exciting.

His cock met with little resistance, for he'd already stretched her well with his rough thrusts. Her slick channel welcomed him eagerly once again, squeezing him as he pushed in deeper than before. She cried at the first vicious thrust that sent their bodies clapping together loudly, flesh against flesh, and made her ass jiggle with the force. She braced herself on the top stairs, holding tightly as she pushed back as hard as he, adding the force that made her squeal with delight. As he settled into a vicious rhythm, each of his thrusts pushed the breath from her, driving her forward with every powerful stroke. Her fingers tightened on the stone to keep herself upright, though her arms threatened to buckle from the sheer power he possessed.

Sofia was delighted at the new positioning as it stroked her to her core, causing her to rise even faster toward the peak of pleasure. Her breasts bounced wildly beneath her, swaying in opposite directions at times and crashing together at others. Her soft groans graduated into louder cries, so loud that her nearest neighbor might hear if he was indulging in the pool or spa, but Sofia didn't much care who heard her being fucked. She didn't care about much of anything in that moment except that Brian was fucking her and she didn't want him to stop. The drama of the day drained away for a short time, leaving her eager to play his little cock-slut.

"Mmm... fuck.... yes...." she groaned between panted breaths. Her eyes closed as she tipped her head up, cries rising in pitch as he pushed her closer.

Then suddenly he felt her spasm and tighten around his cock as she came hard for him, clamping down on that thrusting member while her body seized and then shuddered. A long, wavering cry ripped from her throat. Sofia was lost once more in the burst of stars that exploded behind her eyes and blinded her for a moment while her cunt sent a shockwave of blissful release through her body.
 
That voice of hers had had a way of getting on his nerves when she was using it to yell at him and fight him at every turn. But tonight, oh, was it sweet music to his ears. Her high pitched cries and whines of pleasure that filled the air, unabated, unable to be silenced, as though they were being directly forced out of her with every impact of his hard, swollen, throbbing dick against the depths of her. She was so eager, so ready to take him, and her fervor did not go unnoticed, as he felt her throwing her hips back into his own, even without the powerful, heavy-handed guidance of his brute strength pulling her.

The wet slapping of his balls and his crotch against her round ass grew louder and louder as the both of them lost themselves in those hard thrusts, every contact sending ripples through her cheeks that he was more than delighted to watch. His hands had begun to roam; grabbing at them, squeezing them roughly. As he felt himself growing closer, he brought his hand down suddenly, smacking it hard. The sound was satisfying, but not nearly so much as the immediate redness of his handprint upon her. He bit his lower lips, thrusting deeper inside of her, bringing his hand down upon her once more.

By the time those waves of pleasure had overtaken her again, his balls were full, aching for release. He could feel himself approaching the edge, knowing it wouldn't be long, and having no intention on stopping. The way her tight little cunt closed in around him was damn near unbearable, eliciting a deep growl that came straight from the pit of his stomach. His cock was pulsing wildly, and every plunge into her insides only heightened his urgency. "Uuuungh fuck..." he groaned aloud once, and then again, much louder and more harshly. "Fuuuuck!"

He didn't pull out. He certainly didn't bother to ask. How the fuck could he?! Doing so would have required removing himself from the desperate embrace of those velvet walls. In that moment, he couldn't have done so even if he'd thought about it. But the idea had never even crossed his mind. Instead, he railed her, fucking her with all of the force of his powerful, muscular body behind every thrust, pushing her into the edge of the pool. He rammed himself into her like that until he could not bare it any longer, until even sheer force of will could not keep him from exploding. And then he buried himself to the balls, and let out a loud, low bellow of ecstasy as he shot his thick, hot cum inside of her, his entire body shuddering with every pulse.

He found himself suddenly reaching for her and tangling his fingers up in her hair, grasping a large, tight handful and yanking it back, jerking her head up and forcing her to look back at him. He bent down over her, breathing loudly and raggedly against her, kissing her once deeply, and breaking away only to stare into her eyes with that dark, hungry gaze. He slowed, but that did not stop him from pumping his hips into her a few more times for good measure as he studied the look in her eyes, his own breathing catching as he did so.
 
She whimpered softly as he took hold of her hair, though the slight tugging pain was nothing compared to the pleasure still flowing through her veins. Bowing slightly between his cock and his hand, breasts jutting as her body curved, she welcomed his kiss with the softest of moans, tongue taking the chance to tangle with his if only for a moment. She shivered in his kiss as his cock continued to thrust into her sensitive flesh, filling her with his seed, claiming her body completely.

When he broke away, her soulful eyes remained locked to his, deep ragged breaths causing her chest to heave. Her caramel skin and dark hair glistened as droplets of water from their vigorous splashing clung to her still. They glimmered in the moonlight and the changing hues from the lights beneath the water. The heated waters churned around them still, spilling about their legs and providing a warming counterpoint to the cool night air that swept over them both.

As their heated passions began to cool, she shivered as that breeze brought a chill that dimpled her skin once more. She didn't move, however, not until his hips had ceased to move against her ass and he released her from his hold. She was more hypnotized by him in that moment than she'd ever been by any man. All thoughts of who he really was had faded for a short time. In that moment, the only thing that made him an assassin was the way he'd just murdered her cunt.

She was completely fine with that killing, however, and welcomed the ache that throbbed deep in her pussy after the forceful fucking. Brandon had been a mere shadow of a man compared to the one still buried inside of her. He'd never made her scream as she'd just done, though he certainly had fancied himself a talented lover. She didn't dwell on her ex, though. She was more interested in the mysterious hitman that was now staring at her with the intensity of a predator. It was almost as though he'd had his taste and already wanted another. Despite it all, Sofia would have been more than happy to oblige.
 
As the final contractions of his cock pumped the last of his hot, thick seed deep within her loins, his hips pressed hard against her still, ensuring that every inch of him remained thoroughly and blissfully enveloped in her slick, wet heat. She was pure velvet, warmly, tightly embracing him in a way that made him hesitant to even give credence to the idea of eventually having to withdraw himself from her sex.

His silvery eyes gleamed in the light, reflecting subtly the ever-changing glow from the lights about them as he stared all but through her own. His breath still flowed across her skin, subtly labored and warm about her lips and her neck. The look in her eyes as she gazed back at him spoke all the words that neither of them bothered to open their mouths to speak. He was acutely aware of the effect he'd just had on her, and true to his form, the subtle, confident grin that crept across his face conveyed that knowledge right back to her. What it also conveyed, though, was that she may well have had a similar effect on him. At the least, with her readiness to take his cock, and those enticing sounds that escaped her as she did just that; she'd impressed him.

Whilst his one hand remained entangled in her hair for the moment, the other moved from her hip, trailing forward with arm snaking around her waist. His touch glided over her smooth stomach, feeling the little bumps that rose along her flesh from the stimulation of the cool air and his attention. Soon, it found its destination, his fingertips brushing fleetingly over her most sensitive little nub of flesh, knowing in the wake of her wild release just how torturous, and yet how pleasurable a sensation such a touch would bring her. Still, he teased it for only a few short seconds before running his fingers over her cunt, dragging the length of his fingers over her engorged clit, and right down to where he could feel his own cock, stretching her, filling her, the base of his shaft and his balls covered in the mess of their own making. All the while, his gaze never left her.

"How's that for a memory?" He teased, giving her not so much as a second to answer before he kissed her deeply once more. As their lips met, he slowly withdrew his fingers from taunting her, and then reluctantly, inch by inch drawing back his hips, until his cock slipped out entirely from her cunt. He'd had half a mind to plunge himself back inside, to take her all over again. Somehow, as much as he'd just had her, he still sought more. Instead, though, as he broke the contact between them, releasing her soft, plush from his kiss, and her hair from his commanding grip, he guided her with leading hands to turn back toward him.
 
Sofia's legs trembled the moment he touched her overly sensitive clit and another soft groan rose from her throat as she squirmed against him. Though her heartbeat had slowed, her body was pulsing still, throbbing at their joining. Every small movement, every graze of his fingertips, they all threatened to send her spiraling into another orgasm. It'd take more than that, of course, but the teasing sensations were pleasant in the afterglow. Her breath caught at the warmth of his breath spilled over her chilled skin and then she was captured in another passionate kiss. Her stomach fluttered as the press of his lips to hers added to the rising bliss.

Memory, indeed. She'd not focused on the sight of a beaten, broken Brandon. She'd not thought a moment about what those strong hands might do to choke the life from her. Even with his grip in her hair, immobilizing her head, the long line of her slender neck exposed for either lips or a blade, Sofia had no fear of him just then. His cruelty was measured with passion, his vicious fucking tempered with soothing hands. It was everything she'd ever wanted, though she hadn't realized it until that very moment.

Losing contact was a sweet torture. First his mouth and then his cock. She shuddered as that hot shaft slid from her depths, leaving her empty, gaping, and aching. Not bothering to choke down her groans, she turned easily in his hands, water splashing about her hips. Her hands rose between them to glide up and over his defined muscles, fingertips sliding across damp skin until she reached his neck. Her arms twined about his neck as she pressed herself close, soft breasts pinned between them.

"I'll take as many of those kinds of memories as you want to give me," she teased back. She kissed him again, as though letting him free simply wasn't an option, but the shuddering chill that rolled through her body broke the gesture before she truly wished it to end. She released his shoulders, though not his hand, and drew him down to sit with her in the tub again so that the heated water could warm them both.
 
Tonight, suddenly, he'd seen much different looks in the eyes of that spoiled little princess of South Beach. She wasn't glaring at him with the contemptuous disdain to which he'd become quickly accustomed over the previous days. No shifty gazes that made him wonder whether or not she was plotting some sort of way to get the best of him. No snappy comments nor sarcastic gestures to his remarks. The deep brown eyes that had expressed only sadness and pain earlier that night had given way to an almost insatiable lust, burning with the embers of desire. Now, they'd melted away into what appeared to be a state of relative calm. Contentment, even.

Whatever mutual distaste they had for each other, it was practically invisible, in that moment.

His own eyes shifted downward just in time to watch those small, delicate hands run up over his body, gazing back as she wrapped her arms around him. He welcomed the kiss without a thought, feeling her own body pressing into him. Even the way she spoke to him now was in stark contrast to their previous interactions. She'd certainly made no qualms about how much she'd enjoyed this time, and her eagerness to say so earned her a half-cocked grin and the rise of an eyebrow as she sat back. None of this had been expected, not from the moment she'd walked in those doors unannounced. Since then, the air between them never appeared to cease in its constant tumultuous shifts. Somehow, still, it had led to this.

Without saying, it seemed, the deal they'd previously negotiated had been sealed.

As their highs began to fade, the cold air against his upper body, and the delightful warm blanket of the waters that enveloped his lower half both grew ever more noticeable. He sat beside her, the water rising to just below his chest, and leaned back against the edge of the basin. "Careful what you ask for." he finally responded to her in jest, smug as ever. "Still got plenty of nights left stuck here with me, you know."
 
Sofia still didn't really know what to make of the man and his chosen profession, but his wrath wasn't currently directed at her. She'd more than paid him back for saving her from her ex, but that wasn't really a lingering thought, either. It hadn't been obligation that had urged her to approach him, it had been pure desire. She was thankful, of course, but she wasn't in the habit of sleeping with men that did her favors. If anything, that was almost expected of her, and she wasn't devoutly against shattering that stereotype.

As he settled beside her, she leaned back against the tiled wall to bask in the warmth of the water and relaxation of the massaging jets. Her head settled against the wall, a half smile tugging at her full lips as she eyed him with amusement. "I think we're well beyond what 'might happen again' and have jumped straight into that will 'definitely happen again'. I made you a deal, after all, and you followed through even though you didn't know what you were doing at the time. Messy, but it still served the same purpose. The bastard is going to jail, and he's going to regret what he did to me every minute he's in there. I think he's too pretty to be incarcerated. The cholos in County are going to rip him a new one, maybe even literally."

"It's not something I intended for him, but he deserves it after what he pulled tonight. If you hadn't stopped him, he would have done much, much worse." She flicked a hand, water droplets flying through the air. "Enough about him, though. I don't want to think about him again."

She stretched, breasts clearing the water a fraction as she arched her back. Sighing as she relaxed again, a slight shift causing her to settle closer, she placed a light hand on his thigh. Her fingers dragged back and forth, nails lightly grazing his skin. "So, did you have a productive night tonight? I'm not going to ask where you went or what you were doing, but I'm curious how you think things are going for you and how long 'plenty of nights' might be."
 
"Hmph" He chortled aloud. Messy indeed. Not my usual method of dealing with his problems, that's for sure. He eyed her carefully. He preferred a much more calculated approach. The kind that left as little behind as humanly possible. Clearly, though, things did not always go as planned. "Someone like him? Oh, he'll make some horny thug a very lucky man, for the next few nights. At least 'til he finds a way to make bail. Hope he's got enough cash to spare for a donut to sit on. God knows he's gonna need it." The image was amusing, to say the least. Someone like him wasn't deserving of any sympathy. And that's coming from a fucking hitman...

Still, she was absolutely right. As helpless as she was, she would have had no chance to stop him from doing whatever he'd pleased. Ironic, it occurred to him, that I was the one threatening to do that to her, and somehow I end up stopping someone else from doing it, instead. His timing was impeccable, to say the least. Still, however messy it may have been, and whatever extra loose end or two may ultimately crop up for him to deal with later because of it, if nothing else his appearance had helped him to achieve what the both of them had been going back and forth about for the last couple of days. An arrangement of sorts, and one that would serve him quite well, if the last hour had been any indication.

She was enjoying touching him, even beyond their rough fuck, it seemed; and at the moment, he had no reason to deny her little advances. If he was honest, it felt rather nice. His eyes roved all over her but eventually settled on her face as she spoke, the lights around the pool illuminating her damp and shining skin. He was quiet for a moment, but broke that short silence with a tilting gesture of his head. "Moreso than I expected, actually..." he trailed. "Problem is the more I find out, the deeper the fuckin' rabbit hole goes. They never wanna tell you just how complicated their shit is...nah, they'd rather you find out for yourself after you're already locked in."

He scoffed, shaking his head as he lifted a wet hand up to run through his hair and then down over his face, rubbing the stubble on his chin contemplatively. "At this rate? If this shit keeps up, It's gonna end up being longer than I thought. Every time I turn around it's like I find some other asshole's hand in the God damn cookie jar."
 
While she didn't particularly want to dwell on her ex, the thought of him in misery made her smile. The thought of some man making Brandon his bitch made her snicker. She hoped he got what was coming to him. She hoped someone did to him what he'd tried to do to her. If she was previously angry with him for cheating on her, she was now vehemently furious.

Turning sideways to face him, she propped one elbow upon the lip of the tub as she studied him. Her other hand remained under the water, lightly teasing his leg. Curling inward, she caressed his inner thigh in the same manner, though never strayed any higher. One corner of her mouth curled upward. "I'd really like my life back, but I can't say I'm opposed to you staying a bit longer, if this is going to be the norm. I mean, I'm not going to force you to have sex with me, but I did agree to a certain form of payment. Fair is fair, right?" She smirked and slid her hand from his leg, drawing back a fraction.

"Anyhow, enough of that. I'm starving. Between the trauma, stress, and the amazing sex, I'd like to stuff my face before falling into an exhausted sleep. How about you?"

She rose, water sheeting down her body as she moved to ascend the steps. Her hips emerged and then her shapely rear. Once free of the tub, she reached for a towel and wrapped it about herself against the chill of night. Tilting her head to one side, she twisted her hair to wring out the water.
 
His gaze roamed back and forth between the deep brown eyes that studied him at the touch that just beneath the water's surface dared to tease him further. Her words were sultry, dripping with a lust she seemed to have absolutely no intention of disguising any longer. The reaction she drew from him with her little seductions was one of confident amusement. "Oh, so now you're all for sharing with the hitman, are you?" he ribbed her, noting her change of heart.

He didn't have much of a outward response to her suggestion of food, save for the chuff of laughter that escaped him, but the view of her body as she rose, practically presenting herself to him once more on the way out, had done a fantastic job of keeping his attention. It was a good thing she'd basically just confirmed what he'd already expected. Because already, looking at the perfect, round ass and curvy body, dripping wet, feeling what he'd just felt, he knew damn good and well that it would be far from the last time he'd have her.

He followed her lead by rising from the warmth of the tub, his cock swaying between his legs as he stepped out, and walked right up behind her. He gave her no other warning before grabbing her hair himself, tugging it and guiding her head back, planting a deep, forceful kiss upon her lips. He lingered for several long seconds, and only pulled away when he was satisfied with the taste. The next thing she would feel was his hot breath against the nape of her neck and the low vibration of his deep voice.

"A deal's a deal."

Without another word, he moved ahead of her, giving her an eyeful of his own body from behind before he wrapped a towel of his own around it, and stepped back inside the comfort of the apartment to entertain their late-night hunger. Their apartment, it would seem, for the time being.
 
The forceful way he held her, gripped her, and claimed her mouth made Sofia all but melt against him. A soft whimper rose in her throat to tease him as she held her towel tightly around her. If he'd yanked the strip of cloth away, she would have certainly let him. Even though they'd both just experienced hard, intense orgasms, she knew she'd let him have his way with her as much as he liked. Especially now. It wasn't about their deal or her gratitude now. It was about want and desire, and she felt both for the man that had invaded her life. It was a sickening thought, and one she shouldn't be having, but there was absolutely no way she could deny him now, no matter what he was. The feel of his hard body pressed against her back made her want to bend over for him then and there. It was only a matter of willpower that kept her upright, though she found herself breathless when he finally released her.

Taking a moment to regain her composure, she boldly watched his lean form as he walked ahead of her naked, only slightly disappointed to have it hidden from view by the towel. It was just as well, for she'd not be able to concentrate on anything other than his cock if he'd decided go unclothed. With a soft sigh, she followed as they made their way down to the kitchen.

Below, the kitchen and living areas were mostly untouched and held no ill memories for her. After throwing a glance at her bedroom, however, she knew that she'd not be able to sleep there that night, but that was a conversation for later. For now, she busied herself in the kitchen fixing them both something to assuage the hunger that came after a hard fuck. She poured herself a glass of wine and indicated the empty glass next to her own.

"You want wine or something else?" She wasn't usually a hard drinker, but the events of late had her needing the relief that alcohol provided. Even now, even after relaxing with him in the tub, she knew she was too wired to sleep without it.
 
Clearly, the both of them had the same idea, differing only in their tastes. By the time she'd turned her attention away from pouring her own drink of choice, she would find that he'd already helped himself to a bottle of Jameson. He'd had a few days now to learn where all of the important items were for himself, after all. "Whiskey." He said plainly while pulling the cork from the glass with a satisfying pop. He reached around her to pour it into the glass she'd retrieved for him, making it a point to keep close enough that she may feel the heat that radiated from his warm body in the process.

Only after he'd poured himself half a glass, recorked and stowed away the bottle did he reach for the vessel itself, indulging in it eagerly. His face reacted only subtly to the pleasant burn that washed over his tongue and warmed him from the inside out as he swallowed it down. All the while, those eyes watched her with predatory focus.

"You've got a way of working up a man's appetite...I'll give you that." He remarked offhandedly. Though truth be told, his mind was still anywhere but on food, no matter how his stomach may have felt.
 
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