Chapter 3
"Where are you," Roger ordered, "and with whom?"
Eva carefully modulated her tone. "I'm not telling you. Let it suffice that I'm safe and well. As for when I'm coming home, I haven't decided."
"Do you expect me to accept that?"
"I have no expectations of you, Roger. You're free to do as you choose."
He sighed heavily over the line. "I've been worried sick all night, concluding the worst. How dare you downplay this entire matter. Your disappearance has caused quite a flap. Your luggage arrived without you. Nobody had a clue. Your sister was so hysterical, she required sedation. She insisted someone abducted you and would be demanding ransom."
"I apologize for the fracas. That wasn't my intention. Please relay that to Debbie."
"What's come over you? This is totally un-like you."
"I've got much soul-searching to do, Roger. If I were at home, you wouldn't permit it."
"I won't stand for this, Eva. My patience is nearly expired. Book yourself on the next flight to New York. Immediately."
She glanced at Frank for support. The dashing Italian flashed her a grin. It was more than adequate. "I'm afraid that's not possible. I have other plans."
"What plans, Eva? Explain yourself."
"I can't go into it now."
"God damn you! I won't finance your little fiasco. At the end of this conversation, I plan to change the locks on all the doors and cancel the charge plates. You won't receive a penny from me, nor will I take you back, regardless of how much you beg. You'll walk the streets, for all I care."
"Fine." She calmly placed down the phone. Roger's fury was understandable. Their five years together amounted to very little. In spite of what he claimed, she trusted Roger would not lower the curtain on her. He was a tenacious individual.
"Sorry you did it?" Frank asked.
Eva had no way of knowing what was right. As long as she was with him, she was in a constant state of arousal. There was something deliciously erotic about Frank Sirocco that she couldn't fathom. It went beyond his casual manner, choice of attire, and manly gait. His baritone sent pricklish chills down her spine. In the end, she could only smile. "Let's go."
Eva watched Frank tossed the briefcase he'd been carrying in the back seat before hopping into the car. It brought back their introduction at the airport. "What's in there?" she asked.
"Some contracts and other business papers," he quickly said, as though wanting to dodge the issue. "We're going to join my partner, Dominic. He and I need to close a deal. Afterward, it's just the two of us, baby."
"That sounds nice, except I have one small problem: no clothes. If you recall, my suitcase went to New York without me. Other than what I'm wearing, I haven't anything else."
He chuckled. "That's fine by me, but if it makes you feel better, we can pick up a few things to tide you over. After this deal goes through, I promise you a complete wardrobe."
Eva gazed out the window as they sped down the road. The suburban area of Chicago whipped past her. "That's very kind and generous, Frank, but I must decline."
"Why the hell not?"
"We hardly know each other. I couldn't accept such extravagance from a stranger."
He grinned. "After last night, you still consider me that? I thought we became intimately acquainted."
"Having sex with someone isn't enough."
"I already explained that to you, baby. I want to keep you around for a while. That wasn't just sex last night. What we had was magic. I don't usually get that from a chick I pick up."
"Oh? So I was a pick-up, eh?"
"Sorry if I made it sound like that. A pick-up is usually a quick, easy lay. There's nothing cheap about you, baby. You're classy, and I like that."
"Thank you for clarifying that."
He assumed a comfortable position behind the wheel. One large hand centered on it while his arm stretched across the top of the backrest. He donned a crisp white shirt and knotted a fresh silk tie. Beneath the starched fabric, she detected his animal heat. His fingers were a fraction from her shoulder. The very hint of his touching her spurred an unprecedented thrill. She very much wanted him to fondle her. He effortlessly kept her passion alive with those rough, yet tender hands. His talent wasn't restricted to them. In her mind, she recalled having her pussy in his mouth. She could still feel the swish of his tongue, and began getting wet.
What was happening to her? Nurturing horny thoughts was something new and exciting. She couldn't help herself.
Frank insisted upon knowing more about her, yet he shrouded himself in secrecy. While she ironed her rumpled clothes in the room, he had walked down to the pay booth and made several telephone calls. One, she imagined, was to his partner, Dominic. The others he refrained from discussing.
He was negotiating with someone and had a transaction to complete. Perhaps Frank was superstitious and didn't wish to jinx it. Certain businessmen were of that ilk. Nothing, she believed, was a fait accompli until the signature was affixed on the line. Conversant of sales and the possibility of a snafu, she didn't fault him for his beliefs.
Since Frank had only given her spare details of his history-Chicago-born and bred of a hard working middle-class family, with three brothers and a sister; college-educated through scholarships raised from playing basketball; never married-she elected to supply him a few illuminating morsels about herself.
"My husband's argument that my actions were irrational was quite valid. I've never done such a thing. For twenty-six years, I've lived a placid existence. My mother groomed me to be an executive's wife. I refused to attend a finishing school, but I did agree to ballet lessons, music appreciation, and gourmet cooking. My parents introduced me to Roger. They convinced me he would make an excellent husband and provide me an exemplary lifestyle. Being a dutiful child, I married him. I had no reason to think otherwise. Roger, indeed, supplied me every convenience."
"I gather that he failed to make you happy."
Eva shrugged. "I'm not sure I'd been entirely honest with him. I was programmed to be accommodating. My husband's needs came before mine. Yes, our marriage lacked what you call 'magic' I can't say our sex life was so phenomenal, it lingered in the back of my mind."
Frank's brows went up and a smile curved his mouth. "But our fireworks are still burning?"
She smirked. "Yes."
Frank's eyes drifted back to the road. "I always dreamed of having a girl like you, Eva. Unfortunately, the ritzy ones weren't interested in dating some guy who had rough edging. They also weren't keen about someone with a reputation."
She studied his rugged profile. He was indecently handsome, a virile brute. She couldn't stop remembering what he looked like without his clothes. "Oh? Were naughty stories in constant circulation?"
He nodded. "I was very wild. Most of the chicks Dominic and I scored with were cut from the same mold. That satisfied me at first.. .until I learned the ones from better families-the sophisticates-wanted nothing to do with me."
Eva caressed his thigh. "Apparently, they missed out."
"Too bad you weren't around back then. My ego took a bath. I figured I wasn't good enough."
"I wish I had," she murmured, drawing seductive patterns with her nails. "I wouldn't have married Roger."
He glanced at her mindless weave. "Don't start something you aren't going to finish."
She vented a mischievous gleam. "Who says I can't?"
Cupping the back of her head, Frank steered her to his mouth. He managed to simultaneously keep an eye on the road. He squeezed her to his solid frame. Those minutes unfolded seemed like a dream.
Their lips came together. Frank's tongue suddenly filled her mouth. Eva heatedly responded. Frank didn't seem concerned about getting in an accident. Fortunately, traffic on the two-lane blacktop tapered to an occasional truck. He obviously had chosen a less-traveled route. Frank operated the vehicle and her with utter authority. He chased her tongue, then wildly pushed against it. She moaned with dizzying satisfaction.
Frank's hand closed over her tit. He palmed the stiff peak protruding through her silk blouse. She shivered as he trapped her erect nipple with his thumb and forefinger. His tweak generated a piercing jolt.
An eternity later, their lips detached. That sudden kiss left her woozy. She dragged air in her lungs. Frank's thigh pressed against her, feeding her electricity.
She noticed his dick was out of his pants. During their passionate embrace, he had unbuttoned himself. Long and solid, his cock rose from the metal teeth of his zipper. Frank steered her hand to that thing, then wrapped her fingers around it. His shaft pulsed furiously in her grip.
She massaged him. No sooner did she launch a gratifying rhythm, Frank resumed devouring her lips. They continued to accelerate. His foot did not ease on the gas pedal for even a second.
Eva acknowledged the element of danger that fueled their journey, yet she couldn't resist him. Frank Sirocco, she deemed, was the sexiest man alive.
He gasped while she stroked him. Tall and thick, he throbbed in her fist. She could scarcely wait to get that cock in her mouth. Sucking him to orgasm while he drove turned her on. She wanted him to shudder between her lips and explode.
He applied pressure to the top of her head. "Open wide for Frankie. Give it a suck. Let me feel those hot, teasing lips all over my dick."
Her mouth opened. Frank went in fast. Her lips cushioned her intake. She didn't think she could swallow him whole-his size discouraged her. She smothered his strong beat in her oral warmth. He pushed, trying to bury that thing in her face. She countered his impatient thrust by wedging her tongue. Locking about that solid cock, she drew powerfully.
"Oh, yeah," he gasped. "Wrap yourself around Frankie. Suck me, baby. Work the cum from my balls. Oh, yeah. Run your teeth over it."
Her hair spilled across his stomach. She whipped it over her shoulder, granting him a clear view. She wanted him to see her take it in her mouth.
Her lips traveled the length of his cock. She inched downward, gobbling him to the stem. She enjoyed the fresh taste of his bare skin. Her initial contact drove him wild. He buckled in his seat.
"Christ," he gasped, digesting the butterfly sensation. A fire sparked in his brown pupils. "Oh, yeah. I love watching it slide in and out of your face," he said. "I want to stay in your sexy mouth a long time."
Further dialogue was unwanted. He elevated himself for her next mouthful. Her lips opened to receive him.
"Ahhhh," he gasped. "Oh, yeah. Make it disappear. Suck me to the balls."
Eva became ambitious. She relaxed herself, then lowered that monster down her throat. Her lips rippled over his cock. He leaned forward until his balls sat on her chin. His trunk feverishly sought the warmth of her grip. She was astonished to have accomplished that.
He shook between her lips. "Whew. That mouth sure--likes to suck Frankie."
Eva gave Frank several minutes of deep-throat. Having her down him catapulted his excitement. He fed himself into her gulping expression. His balls slapped her chin. She repeatedly gulped him. Dipping her nose into his dark thatch, she breathed Frank's distinct aroma. His rich, masculine smell made her giddy. In swallowing his cock, she watched the muscles in his stomach quiver.
She focused on his balls next. She lavished that taut sac with bubbly saliva. One frothy coat followed another. Frank appreciated her attending them. The trace of salt increased her appetite.
Frank's thing stood in the air throughout those slurps. He was ramrod straight and aching for another round with her oral clench. She dove at that cock and gave it a lip-smacking welcome.
"You like sucking Frankie, huh?" he muttered. "Go ahead. Lick my cock. Run your tongue up and down. Oh, yeah. Stay on it."
His Adam's apple twitched. He clamped her head and slid in and out. She could feel the tremors building inside him. He was almost there.
"Mmmmmmm," Eva hummed against his member. It commanded nearly all the room in her mouth. He continually bumped the roof. Using her tongue, she steered him into her throat.
"You're pretty familiar with cock," he said. "Oh, yeah. You're doing a great job." His head rolled from side to side. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop."
She pulled and sucked on that dick. His gasps and exhalations increased. He shook against her. His cheeks flared with color.
"I'm going to lose it," he exclaimed. "Get ready, baby. Keep your mouth on it."
Eva was amazed at the amount. Frank had fucked her all night, and yet spurted more of that hot seed. She drank his creamy cum. Her lips worked up every last drop.
Frank remained in control of his vehicle the entire time. When Eva had finished, he still retained enough strength and presence of mind to drive. She planted a wet kiss on his cockhead and stuffed him back into his pants.
They pulled into a gas station a short while later. "I've got to make another phone call, baby. Sit tight. I'll be back in two shakes."
Eva smiled. Frank Sirocco was so slick. For better or worse, she had entrusted herself to him. It seemed an act of desperation to forfeit one's husband and security blanket for a crazy flirtation. Frank simplified her choice.
She questioned where they were. Frank had taken her a good distance from the city. Wheat fields swayed to the right of her. She observed a silo and farm in the background. Road signs were posted ahead.
She turned the knob of the glove compartment, in search of a map. She found a small pile of them. In lifting one, she uncovered a black instrument.
Eva's eyes grew huge. It was a gun.
Startled, she slammed the door shut. As she turned, Frank's suitcase seized her attention. Her curiosity burgeoned. Unable to curb the impulse, she opened it. Inside, she found stacks of hundred dollar bills. Disturbed, she couldn't calculate the sum.
A deadly weapon and a suitcase of money.. .what could it mean?