Knaves by M. J. Lawless Page A

take insufferable pleasure in emphasising her name.)
    Unfortunately, the other part of him that didn ’t seem to be experiencing any adverse side effects of all the booze was doing its damnedest to get out of his trousers. With a groan, Hayden realised that in any fight between brain and cock tonight, the latter was sure to win.
    Eloise —Lupa—seemed to realise it as well. Raising her hands to the straps of her dress, she eased them from her shoulders, letting it shimmy down her body to the floor. Jesus! Those glorious tits were defying gravity in a way Hayden had never seen in close quarters before. He knew they weren’t real—not like Karla’s breasts—but at that moment he was so filled with lust that he didn’t care.
    The rest of her body, more muscular than Karla ’s but lean and taut, moved with grace, a pair of small panties covering her crotch as she spread her legs slightly and, with the grace of long experience, dropped down so that her buttocks bounced slightly on the backs of her heels. Not losing her balance at all, she reached out so that her hands made contact with Hayden’s thighs and her fingers snaked upwards, coming to the very evident bulge in his trousers and beginning to tug at the buttons that were his last line of defence.
    “ We shouldn’t…” he began to say. She lifted one long finger to his lips and pouted.
    “ He wants me to,” she whispered. Then she was back at work, deftly loosening his final buttons and dipping her fingers inside where they clasped around him and drew him out.
    “ Merde! ” she hissed as she pulled him free, and when she looked up at him this time, those expert fingers dwarfed by his thickness, her mouth formed into a leer. “He really wants me!”
    Hayden looked up at the ceiling feeling utterly helpless. She was right. That treacherous bastard really did want her. He didn’t think that he’d had such a hard on in a long time, and swallowing back his guilt he realised that the simple wrongness of this situation was turning him on more than he cared to admit. The final moral atom inside him hoped that the sheer quantity of booze he’d drunk would stop him performing, but in the meantime those bastard devils on his left shoulder were popping champagne corks and getting ready to party.
    He felt rather than saw Eloise ’s lips touch his cock and instinctively his hand lurched forward, grabbing hold of her hair—though whether to push her away or pull her onto him more deeply he couldn’t tell. She was doing some strange, rather porny things with her mouth, and when he finally looked down he groaned again and stiffened a bit more at the sight of her lips, wet with her own saliva, rubbing up and down the sides of his shaft.
    Her eyes were gloating now as she parted those red, shining lips as wide as they would go and slowly started to descend onto him. One of her hands was holding his balls tightly, her clasp ever so slightly painful but also, Hayden had to admit, extremely erotic as she used the other to masturbate the base of his erection. Her head bobbed up and down a few times, with each motion taking another fraction of an inch into her throat until, eventually, she emitted a strange gargling sound.
    Shit! Her lips were at the base of him, and those blue, damning eyes of her were regarding him wolfishly as she swallowed him whole. Hayden ’s hips bucked slightly, a spasm throughout his body, and she choked slightly. Lifting her head slowly—far too slowly—he saw inch after inch of wet, saliva-coated flesh emerge from her mouth until a single strand of pearls was strung between her lips and the tip of him. Still squeezing him with one hand, she began to stroke him again with the other.
    “ Damn, baby,” she purred. “You’re so fucking big ! I mean, really! I’ve been with a couple of black guys who would give you a run for your money, and one Russian guy who was hung like a donkey but didn’t know how to fuck. You should be in the