Chapter 36 Distraction

Chapter 36 Distraction
Sergio

A distraction, that's what she is. Holly arrived at ten and we've been holed up in my home office ever since. Discussing and making plans. The plan is to attack before they do. But first we need a little distraction to tip them off balance. If only I was not the one distracted. Or the one whose tipped off balance.

I keep hearing her voice as she screamed my name last night, or was is dawn today? I'd lost track of time. I couldn't get enough of her body, of the juice coming out of her. I don't know how many times I made her come. She was wrung out by the time I stopped eating her out.

"More, I need more." I hear her voice cry out. It's been this way for more than two hours. The guys saw it too. Holly said I'm pussy whipped. I don't think so, I'm Angel whipped. They had to call me several times to maksure I was present. Even suggesting we change our location, I know it won't help me.

"I don't think we should go for the son, like you said, he's merely a puppet. I think we should go for Lorenzo." Holly suggests.

We'd been arguing for the past hour about who to throw a distraction to. The problem I'd forgotten is that Holly and Brian have a history, not a pretty one.

"How about we throw them both a distraction. We find a way to kidnap this so called son tben attack Lorenzo's glory hole." I say coming out of my fog.
"And how do you suggest we do that?" Craig, Holly's playtoy and enforcer asks.

I look at Holly and crack a smile then say, "We play hide and seek." I know she's going to hate me for it.
"No fucking way. I'm not playing dress up. Find someone else." She says.
"Who? You're the only one I know whose equipped for this game. And you know how it's played."

Every one looks confused. It's been a long time since we played this game. But it's the only one I know will work, she knows it too. I start explaining the dynamics of the game to everyone, all the while watching Holly's reaction. Her body language is already set for arguing. But I won't be taking no for an answer.

"You know your father more than anyone in this room, Holly." I tell her when I'm done.
"And he knows me pretty well, don't forget that too." She argues back.
"I won't argue with that. He's getting old, and seeing as he's getting old, he's probably forgotten about you."
"Dear old dad has people watching me, so no, he hasn't."

That's news to me, and I am puzzled that she never said anything to me. It also puts a dent in my plans.

"He knows you're here?". I ask, concerned.
"Oh no, he doesn't. His people are watch my point two, who at this moment is probably in bed with a girl." She replies, sounding proud
"How long has he been watching you?" I ask.
""Two years, give or take." Her partner replies.
"And you've never mentioned it to me because?" I ask, my voice rising.
"When have I ever needed your protection before Serg?"

I look at her silently, unable to answer her. She has a point, but she's also missing one. She doesn't know how many times I've pulled her from the hands of danger without her knowing, especially because of her father, the son of a bTCH.

When I don't say anything she looks down, hanging her head and sighs. "Look, I'm a grown woman now ok? I don't need you to look out for me anymore. Besides, you stopped looking out for me a long time ago, what would make me think you'd do it again now?" She says and I feel shame cover me.

Shame because she still doesn't know, which means there's a hole in her security. But because I didn't know she was being followed and watched, it tells me there's a hole in mine too.

I vstand up from the corner of my desk where I'm sitting and head for the door without a word. I need a change of scene. I head for the bedroom that I'm hoping to find Angel sprawled out in bed naked and waiting for me. That image brings a memory of her moaning my name as I suckled on her clit like a baby latched on a tit for the first time.

She's sitting by her desk looking out into space distractedly. She has on a purple dress, one of my favorites that has her tits on display for my eyes and hugs her body like a second skin.

When the door clicks shit behind me, she looks towards me and à smiles forms on her lips.

"Come here." I say leaning behind the door.

Slowly, she pushes her chair back and stands up. The blush that blossoms on her face going down to her tits is a sight to behold.
"How do you feel?" I ask her after she stops a feet away from me, and looks down at her pretty feet at my question.
"I'm good." She answers me quietly, shy.

I take her hand and pull her towards me and lift her head as I wrap my arms on her waist.

"Care to look at me, Angel?" I ask looking at her face with her eyes closed.
"I'd rather not." She answers.

Instead of arguing with her, I bury my face on her neck and slide my hands down to her ass and pull her closer to my front. When she feels the bulge in my pants, she releases and unsteady loud breath. I pull up her dress, bulging it at her waist then lift her up so her legs wrap around my waist.

"I really wish I could make love to you right now. But I don't think you're ready." I confess to her. This being the first time I admit to her. She stays silent, surely surprised by my words. Slowly, with my guide, her hips start to move and she moans softly.

"Fuck, I wish I could be inside you right now. I want to feel how tight this pu$$y is. I want to feel you squeeze my c0ck as you come. Fuck, are you close baby? Tell me you're close."

Her breaths are coming out shallow and fast, I know she's close. But like yesterday, I want her to tell me she's close. She lifts her head from my neck and throws her head back, her climax coming as I start walking towards the bed. I immediately put her down and she groans a complaint as her hips chase for me.

When I kneel down and pull her closer to my face, I thank God that she's not wearing underwear. When my lips touch her pu$$y and I suckled on her clit she comes with a loud moan.

"Fuck I could do this forever." I say as I climb up on top of her.