“What will you teach me?”
“All kinds of things. How to use a gun properly. How to follow someone without them knowing you’re doing it. How to plant trackers and listen in. How to stick the knife in and be three hundred yards away before anyone realises anythings happened.”
It shouldn’t have turned me on to hear Maxim talk so casually about taking people out, but on some level it undeniably did. He was so professional, so calm and in control and efficient about it. I knew that I could learn to be the same.
Elizabeth
Under the blanket we were hidden from view, but only so much.
The grass was a cool contrast with the heat of my skin, and with very small movements, Maxim slid his hand up the inside of my thigh. Every millimeter made anticipation rise in me, and it was all I could do to stop myself from moaning as he grazed his thumb over the seam at my crotch.
I didn’t care that we might get caught. In fact, that added a secret thrill. I could hear people walking past our little blanket every so often, and I knew they must have seen us entwined, so completely wrapped up in each other.
The age difference between us might as well have not existed, because we could have been mistaken for any pair of teenagers, pressed so close to each other that there was no space between us. The only difference was, this was no inexperienced fumble. Maxim knew exactly what he was doing and I was putty in his hands.
When he kissed me, deep and long, for unbroken minutes at a time, every part of me tingled with a need for more and I could barely hold in the need to groan against his lips.
If the whole summer had filled up with days like this I’d have had no complaints at all. And I knew that wherever we ended up after all of this came to an end, having him close was all I’d ever need.
His hands glided over me with skilled precision, sometimes above the blanket, sometimes beneath it, teasing touches that I wished would stay longer. I could feel the heat of his cock even through his jeans and when I shifted my hips to press closer, he rocked in to meet me, digging the hard, heavy weight of it in against me.
Everything was sunsoaked and hazy and so, so slow I thought I was going to die. Somewhere between the kisses and his hands sliding over my bare skin, having him had become an absolute necessity.
“Maxim,” I whispered, voice ragged because I didn’t think I could hold it together much longer. “Please. We should go home.”
His hand trailed further up my skirt and his fingers skimmed the elastic of my knickers.
“Most people are so unobservant you can get away with murder, right in front of them, if you do it right.”
I bit my lip, stifling a groan as his fingers curled around the thin fabric of my knickers, immediately understanding the implications of what he’d just said. I shuddered, rocking in against him and I trailed my hands slowly down his chest, feeling for the top of his pants.
I blinked at him, pausing a moment before I pulled his throbbing erection out, curling my fingers tight around him. “I’m so wet for you,” I whispered, and my words barely trembled the air between us before his mouth was on me all over again.
A fug was building underneat the blanket and Maxim pulled my knickers to the side, huffing a little as I drew him closer into line, shifting my hips so that I could take him on my side.
He pushed into me, looking deep into my eyes, struggling not to make a sound and I saw how perfect it felt being mirrored back to me in his face. Every breath he took was my breath and I was greedy to breathe him in, greedy to feel the tiniest rocking motion he started up, so so slowly, that I could have shouted out with frustration. I knew in that moment that what we had was far, far deeper than just sex.
Maxim understood me completely and I understood him and right there, underneath that blanket, right next to the line that marked where Greenwich Meantime began, there was no one else in the world I could imagine being more in tune with.
My whole being was desperate for more, desperate for him to roll me over onto my back and pound me into the ground, right here in the middle of the park, but Maxim stayed steady and I forced myself not to give in.
I wanted this. Right here. And the only way it would happen was if I stopped myself from rutting against him and letting the world know exactly how good he felt inside me.