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PART ONE.
She was going to kill Mina.
Lucy had been very clear that these types of parties, the ones full of debauchery and sin, could be very overwhelming to new people and she’d asked Mina to stick by her side for just that reason. The building was full of Boston’s wealthy and powerful, just the sort of people within these walls depraved and eager enough to take advantage of someone like Mina, so Lucy had made it a point for them to stick together.
Now Mina was no where to be seen.
Lucy gave a heavy sigh, hands on her hips as she cast a look about the room, hoping to see her friend’s dress or the unique mask she’d had on somewhere in the crowd of gyrating bodies.
Nothing.
Lucy bit her plump lower lip, gazing at the couples engaging in anonymous sex with a bit of longing.
Lucy didn’t come to these types of parties often, only whenever she was stressed out enough to need a release, which seemed to be her only emotion lately. When Mina had suggested they do something fun and daring to celebrate her return to Boston, Lucy had known just the thing.
She couldn’t think of a better evening than letting go physically and enjoying something so simple yet so carnally satisfying. Plus she was hoping it would rid of her a terrible headache she’d had for days.
Her attention was moved from her search when a masked man wrapped a hand around Lucy’s waist as she passed by him, stopping her in her tracks. He was a few inches taller than her five foot three frame and slender. Not her usual type, but then again, on nights like these having a type wasn’t really a thing.
“I’d like use of your time and body,” he said simply and she nodded as he began running a thumb along her mouth, sliding it between her lips, urging her to suck on his digit.
Her body stirred at the touch, though not nearly what she’d been hoping for as the hand around her waist tightened a fraction. The man led her toward a couch, his hands cool on her bare shoulders as he pushed her down gently to her knees.
Lucy let him lead her movements, feeling a bit of guilt at knowing she had stopped looking for Mina, until he was working the band of his jeans, pulling on the zipper as he began to expose himself to her.
Lucy felt the lust that had been kindling die a slow, lackluster death as she looked at him with what she knew was melancholy. Not something a man wanted to see when his partner was staring at his cock, she was sure. All she wanted was to find a stranger, have an orgasm and go home, yet her body didn’t seem to want to cooperate with her.
She’d nearly called off the encounter as the stranger’s erection bobbed in her face when she heard a deep, accented voice call out directly behind her, the tenor causing a delighted shiver to run down her spine.
“Now that’s an ass I’ll be sinking into.” She stiffened as she felt a brush of fingers along her ass and a warm palm cupping a thick cheek, the heat of his touch practically melting the little dress she had on.
Lucy turned toward the sexy voice, startled to see a maskless, very captivating man standing right behind her, giving her a smirk that nearly incinerated her thong; it was that devious. His light blond hair was cut just past his ears, the top of his hair run through by his fingers, giving him a laid back sort of air though he was wearing a deep blue suit, his sinewy frame encased perfectly by the expensive material. A scruffy, short blond beard covered his face and his neck was covered in tattoos, the ink dipping below the neckline of his shirt.
He was tall too, another thing Lucy loved in a man, but the arrogant attitude wasn’t usually her vibe as he held out a hand to her, as if he expected her to leave the man she was with for him.
That kind of arrogance always turned her off but her pussy begged to differ, desire flaring to life at his proximity, the imprint of his hand still very much felt on her ass.
The guy who’d led her over to the couch got up abruptly, probably sensing he was no match against this new competition, and left her on her knees, staring at the hand outstretched.
Finan had been hard as a rock for half of the damn night, irritated as hell that he’d drawn the short straw and escorted his friend and boss, Ronan, to some sort of sordid sex den in order to keep tabs on the woman his boss was obsessed with. He’d practically dropped everything just to ensure she remained his.
Finan didn’t understand Ronan’s need for this woman. Or any woman. They were all the same where it counted; messy and needy and emotional, which was why Finan enjoyed prostitutes far more than he ever enjoyed wining and dining a woman. He got his dick sucked and sent the gals on their way, not having to worry about anything personal after.
He visibly shuddered at that thought.
As a rule, Finan never sampled the same pussy twice, preferring the anonymity of the act as opposed to forming any real connections. It was better for him that way and he quite enjoyed his lifestyle.
There was a slight pang in his chest as he realized Ronan was well and truly on the way down the bloody aisle now that he’d claimed his woman and his brother Seamus, the broody bastard, had been pining after some little minx he’d met back in June. Their trio was fast coming to an end and it seemed he’d be the only one to walk away unscathed by a woman.
Miserable bastards those two would be by the end of the year, he thought with a chuckle.
Ronan had just set up shop in a back room not thirty minutes ago, wanting to stay under dim lighting in case he was recognized, the bloody asshole seething at the knowledge his woman was at an event like this. They’d been mostly ignoring the sex acts on stage next to them, though Finan didn’t mind a good show, when, to their collective surprise, the lass had stumbled into the room they’d haphazardly begun using to collect intel on her.
Ronan’s response to seeing her had been possessive, ordering Finan to stay and watch him claim the lass. It probably hadn’t been his best idea to eye fuck her as she’d come into the room but Finan had wondered what was so special about her, what made her such an obsession.
Finan shifted the erection tenting his slacks, needing to get the sight of Ronan fucking Mina out of his mind before his eyes bled.
Although... Finan had found the act deeply erotic, mostly because she hadn’t even known she was consorting with the very man who’d been starved for her for years.
What a sick twist of fate that would be for her when she learned the truth.
Finan leisurely strolled about the room he’d wandered into, eyes roaming quickly around the deviants scattered around him until his eyes locked on the most perfect ass he’d ever seen.
Mouth watering at the tempting treat bent over on her knees, Finan’s feet carried him directly to her. Her long mop of black hair cascaded down her back like a sensual waterfall, her creamy skin damn near making his hands tremble with the need to touch her.
He didn’t care that she was on the verge of sucking off the douchebag in front of her, if the shriveled dick in her face was any indication. She wouldn’t be with anyone else but him tonight. He was certain of it.
He was a member of the Irish syndicate and what he wanted he took, by right and by blood.
Though he suspected shooting her lover might be a bit of an overkill, pun well intended.
He could see the top of her neon pink thong through the thin black dress she wore, accentuating the juicy globes of her fine ass as he reached down, trailing his fingers along her delectable body, palms cupping his prize as he reached his destination with a happy sigh.
“Now that’s an ass I’ll be sinking into,” he practically purred with conviction, relishing the way her shoulders stiffened in surprise at his touch, the man in front of her forgotten as she turned toward him, transfixing him with her gaze.
What a pair of baby blues she had on her, her stare piercing beyond the mask covering half of her face, her rosy lips pouty enough that he knew she’d look amazing as she sucked his length.
His erection strained toward her as if it was locking onto their target and he gave her a smirk he knew the ladies often found charming.
Finan hadn’t bothered to keep a mask on, the damned thing giving him a bloody aching head, and now he was glad as she looked her fill of him, leaning back on her heels, dress clinging provocatively to the curves he could see.
He held out a hand for her, fully expecting her to accept his advances and to begin their evening together.
Perhaps he’d even make an exception and have her more than once; she was that alluring to him.
His smile widened as the douche on the couch got up and left, surrendering his woman without a fight.
“What do you expect me to do with that?” She asked him snippily, standing from her kneeling position, her lover already forgotten as she crossed her arms over her chest, giving Finan an ample view of her hourglass figure.
Finan nearly groaned, wondering what favors she’d called in with God, or the devil, to be such a beauty. He firmly believed the lass had a body made for fucking. Aye, made for fucking him all night long. He’d just bet she’d be a wild little thing in bed, his lust raging at him as he imagined all the fun they were bound to have together.
He was so overcome by her that he hadn’t even realized she’d spoken to him until she snapped a finger in his face, drawing him from his lust filled stupor.
“Hello? Are you on something?”
He smiled at the cattiness in her voice. “Aye, I plan to be on a great many things tonight.” Mostly on top of her.
She seemed a bit taken aback by his boldness, which was laughable given the very place they were at before she gave him her own smirk.
“Well, good luck with finding what you’re looking for,” and then she brushed right past him, her slim shoulder barely touching his arm.
Finan blinked in confusion, staring at the now empty spot before him for several seconds.
Had she just...?
He turned on a dime, eyes finding her in a matter of seconds as he walked quickly toward her, his long strides eating up her short ones in no time.
“I seem to have missed something back there, lass,” he said as he grabbed her wrist, slowing her until she stopped and turned back to him, the picture of innocence. “I was under the impression you were here for a good fucking and I merely meant to tend to you.”
She scoffed at that, pulling her wrist free of his gentle grip.
“I’m sure you were far more interested in getting your rocks off than tending to me, so let’s not play games here, Joe.”
“Joe?”
She rolled her eyes at him.
Rolled. Her. Eyes.
“I can’t keep calling you ‘strange man’ in my head, it takes up too much space, so Joe will suffice.” No, it bloody well would not suffice.
“Name’s Finan.”
She mumbled something under her breath, clearly agitated at learning even something so simple as his name.
Who was this lass and why weren't his charms working on her?
“This is an anonymous party only. Don’t tell me your name.”
“I just want you aware of what you’ll be screaming later, darlin’,” he said with as much confidence as he could muster, though Finan was starting to believe she wasn’t swayed by him in the slightest and it was oddly refreshing.
He couldn't remember the last time a woman had rebuffed his advances when he'd actually made them.
“Look, you’re obviously attractive but it’s been a long day and I need to find my friend and head home so...” She trailed off, expecting him to abandon her like the fool on the couch had.
Finan leaned into her instead, the vanilla and honey perfume of hers sweeping through his senses as he invaded her space, backing her into a nearby wall, the area around them clear of any spectators.
Her body arched into him almost of its own volition, her eyes giving away her desire as he breathed her in, enjoying this moment between them as her hands reached up to touch his chest, fingers threading through the lapels of his jacket.
“You seem a bit pent up, darlin’. I bet you came here tonight hoping to have your pussy licked and sucked on, your tender little clit rubbed and nibbled until your knees buckled.” Finan’s hand traveled along her stomach lightly, fingers trailing down toward the apex of her thighs, the touch just gentle enough to have her gasp at the touch, her hips pushing toward him slightly.
“Maybe I did,” she said huskily, biting at her lower lip as Finan pressed himself closer to her. “But I highly doubt you’re the kind of man to make me come without expecting something in return.”
Finan’s lips touched her ear as he whispered, “Aye, lass. I expect you to give me your name in return if I can pull an orgasm from you with just my mouth and fingers.”
He hadn’t realized how sincere he was until the words left his lips, the conviction settling around him. He wanted any part of her he could get, whatever she would allow him.
“My name?” She asked him tightly as his fingers pressed firmly along her folds, ignoring the fabric between them as her breasts smashed against his chest.
“Mm. Just imagine how good you’ll feel riding my face, darlin’.” He led her hand down to his erection, letting her feel the heavy weight of him before he released her. “How hard I am just thinking of your juices drenching my face, of the sweet little sounds you’ll make when you come on my tongue.”
Her breath hitched at that and Finan knew she was his. At least for tonight.
“Okay, but nothing else. Do you understand?”
He nodded though he didn’t give a fuck, anticipation and this memory the only thing he’d need to find release by himself later.
“My only rule,” he said as her eyes narrowed, “is that you let me decide on how this happens.”
Lucy didn’t quite know what he meant until he turned her and bent her over, pushing her palms flat against the wall.
She looked down between her legs, the sight of him kneeling behind her sending another wave of desire crashing through her.
She knew her panties were wet, his dirty talk only skyrocketing her need until she’d been stupid enough to agree to giving him her name. She should have known he’d be a rulebreaker when she first saw him. Maybe he didn’t know what ‘anonymous’ meant.
Anticipation held her against the wall just as much as her hands did, breath catching as his hands wandered along the waist of her thong.
She expected him to pull her panties down slowly, to taunt her, but instead he snapped the fabric, the sharp pain of the material slapping along her skin and startling her before she felt cool air hit her drenched pussy, her most sensitive parts exposed to him completely.
She most certainly didn’t expect to hear him call her perfect in a reverent whisper before his teeth clamped down on her ass cheek, the sting of his bite nearly making her fall into the wall with a pained gasp.
Finan grabbed her hips, slamming her ass into his face as his tongue slid straight through her folds, licking along her pussy. His muffled moan of delight had her pushing back toward him, one of his arms locked around her spread legs while his other hand played with her clit, rubbing gently as he speared her with his tongue.
Lucy cried out as his pace increased, both with his tongue and his fingers, her body trembling in his hard grip.
She was losing herself to the sensations he provided until his tongue left her, licking along the seam of her pussy lips as she groaned in protest.
She needed him back there right now, her center dripping and aching for him.
“Look at how your pussy weeps for me, lass. Begging to be filled.” A finger slipped into her, her walls tightening around the intrusion as a second finger joined the first, his thumb rubbing rough circles around her clit.
“You’ll moan my name when you come, do you understand?” Lucy bit her lip instead of agreeing as his fingers hooked inside her, the wet sounds of her being filled by him making her ears burn even as she grew impossibly wetter. “Bloody Hell, what a perfect little pussy you have.” He lapped at the arousal slipping from her and Lucy threw her head back, ass arching into his face as he groaned.
“You’ll moan my name,” Finan repeated and she nodded, fingernails scraping along the wall as his fingers filled her again on a hard thrust, her hips meeting his digits in a brutal assault, her impending orgasm beginning to take flight inside her.
Then she felt him lick from her pussy all the way back to the hole of her ass, tongue flicking along the puckered hole. She absolutely detonated around him, his name leaving her lips on a breathless moan as she rode his fingers as best as she could from the angle he’d put her in. Her body began to sag into the ground before he plucked her into his arms, setting her on a nearby unoccupied couch.
“I’ll be getting your name,” he said with a dark whisper, his eyes full of lust, his beard damp from her desire.
“Lucy,” she said on a breathless pant, her senses having completely left her. “It’s Lucy.”
