Time Traveler II

I glance over my shoulder to make sure no one has followed me through the portal. No, just me. Thank fuck for that. My head is swimming. Teleporting makes me nauseous under the best of conditions. But that…that was rough. My fist is still throbbing from the face it just collided with and I’m a little paranoid that my new location could have been compromised on that last mission. I reach out a hand and I’m grateful to find a cool brick wall beneath my fingers. OK, OK, pull yourself together, man. My head starts to clear and the blood has stopped rushing through my ears. I look around...city streets. It’s night and there’s a faint glow of electric light from the main road. A Chrysler Imperial 80 is tucked against a sidewalk nearby. Hmm...1929 then, at the earliest...and a New York license plate. Well, that narrows things down a bit.

I glance down at my clothing. Ah, that’s gonna be a problem. I don’t exactly “fit in” with my current attire...I take a few steps forward and Oh! Shit. There’s a man propped up against the car, a bottle of liquor resting loosely in his hand. Passed out. Thank god. Gravel shifts slightly. I make quick work of undressing him and stowing him safely in the back seat of the Chrysler. Dressed in my brand new, snug, tweed suit, I head down the street towards the main avenue. Harlem, yes, of course. It seems the most likely location to find what I’m looking for, and I was dropped here for a reason. Best not waste any time. I head across the road, the buzz of live jazz and conversation getting louder with every footstep.

The door is guarded by a broad-shouldered guy who looks like he eats nails for breakfast. He will be expecting my traveler code and likely has been given instructions not to let anyone in without one.

“Bordeaux, Six, Seven.”

I head straight to the bar. The young bartender looks me up and down briefly before handing me a glass and an envelope. He turns to his next customer like nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Jeez, they’re training them younger and younger. I tuck the envelope into my inside jacket pocket and turn my back to the bar, leaning against it casually as I take a tentative sip from my glass. Gin. Earthy and sharp…this was probably made in someone’s bathtub. I survey the room and I’m unsurprised to see some familiar faces. Lucky is sitting in the corner, his back to the wall. To the untrained eye, it would look as though he’s just relaxing, enjoying the music. But I know him. He’s here on business. I test the waters and allow our eyes to meet for a moment. He looks away, no recognition on his face. So, it’s somewhere between 1929 and 1932 then. Any later and he wouldn’t have dismissed me as an unimportant stranger. I know the names of most of the men surrounding him, but there’s one face I don’t recognize, and damn...what a beautiful face it is.

How did you come to be here, I wonder? Sitting beside Lucky, your arm tucked casually through his. You lean in and whisper something into his ear. I can’t help but watch your red-shaded lips move...a frown crosses his brow and he waves a hand at you. The slight smirk on your face suggests that, despite appearances, this is perhaps exactly what you wanted. You get up and weave your way towards the bar. God, you’re a vision. A thin layer of silk gently hugs your frame. I know I’m not the only man in the room who can’t take their eyes off you as you make your way towards me. You lean against the bar beside me, withdrawing a cigarette from your bag. I dip my hand into the pocket of my jacket and I’m gratified to find a lighter. I spark a flame and hold it in front of you. You lock eyes with me as you lean in and light your cigarette...

“Thank you.”

“You're very welcome.”

You raise your eyebrows at my accent, but don’t comment. Instead, you nod once at the bartender and then turn and lean against the bar beside me. A champagne glass is placed lightly on the bar between us and you lift it to your mouth appreciatively. Champagne, huh? That can’t have been easy to come by. Then again, you were just sitting with Lucky so I guess I’m not surprised. That man can get his hands on anything. And for someone as beautiful as you… well, I doubt he spares any expense.

“Are you having a pleasant evening?”

You glance at me sideways, the champagne glass poised at your lips.

“It’s a little dry, to be honest.”

I nod, my eyes settling on Lucky’s table.

“I can imagine.”

You raise an eyebrow at my response.

“Careful with your words, stranger. Do you know who you speak of? ”

“I’m aware. He doesn’t scare me.”

You regard me more closely now, a smile dancing on your lips. Your eyes travel over me, weighing me up.

“Hmm...care to test that theory?”

There’s something playful in your eyes. Those beautiful eyes. I struggle to look away, and something tells me I’m really going to like what you have in mind. You turn towards me and slowly begin to trace one finger down the buttons of my shirt. Fuck, you’re so sexy. I watch you calmly, aware that you’re waiting for my response, watching to see if I’ll shrink away from the challenge.

“What did you have in mind?”

You hold my gaze for a moment, clearly enjoying the tension building between us, then you break the contact and turn away. You drain the rest of your glass in one mouthful and place it gently back onto the bar. I watch your mouth as you bite down on your bottom lip, tasting the sweet champagne. Damn, I want those lips on me... Without so much as a glance in my direction, you set off through the room, your body swaying mesmerizingly through the crowd. You reach a door at the far side and pause to turn back to me, raising your eyebrows before pushing it open and vanishing behind it. I look over to Lucky. He hasn’t noticed you––he’s deep in conversation with the Russo brothers. This could get me in trouble, but fuck it, I’ve been jumping from place to place for weeks. I need some fun. Besides, you’ve got me curious, and in my line of work that doesn’t happen very often. I follow your lead and throw back the remainder of my drink. The harsh liquor bites at the back of my throat. I head towards the door, doing my best to draw as little attention to myself as possible.

I reach the door and push through into a darkened room, my eyes take a moment to adjust to the shapes around me. It’s a store room of some kind. There are chairs and tables stacked, a few instruments leaning against the wall. A high window on the far wall lets in a stream of light from the road outside. You’re sitting on a table just beneath it. You’ve kicked off your shoes and your bare feet are crossed, swinging gently.

“So, tell me, stranger...you’re not afraid of one of the most powerful men in the city. Are you crazy or just stupid?”

I move slowly towards you, my eyes tracing up from your bare ankles, following the lines of silk that beautifully drape and hug your curves.

“Let’s just say I’ve survived worse than him.”

As I near you, you uncross your legs, opening up your thighs just slightly. My heart is pounding and these already snug-fitting trousers are starting to feel even tighter. All of my professionalism has gone out of the window. I haven’t even opened my mission envelope yet. But it’ll have to wait, I just have to touch you, I have to taste you...I reach you and your knees brush against my thighs. You tilt your head up slightly to hold eye contact with me. The light from the window frames your perfect face.

“Damn, you're beautiful.”

I cup your face in my hands and lower my mouth to yours. Your lips are warm and welcoming, I taste the sweetness of your champagne as I kiss you slowly. I feel your hands grip the lapels of my suit and pull me closer to you. Your legs part and I move my body between them. Our kiss deepens and becomes more urgent. You moan against my mouth making my cock twitch. Your fingers undo the buttons on my shirt. I move my hands to your legs, sliding them under your dress, along your soft thighs. You run a foot up my inner calf.

“Is this...are you sure you want to do this?”

You know what I mean. Lucky and his men are just at the other side of the door. We could be discovered at any moment. This decision is dangerous… exciting, but dangerous. You answer me by kissing my neck, gently biting and sucking at my skin. Your hands, finished with opening my shirt, slip under the fabric, your fingernails lightly dragging over my stomach. Fucking hell, you’re driving me insane. My hands are still on your legs. Your skin is hot under my touch as I get further and further up your thighs. You shuffle closer towards me, urging my hands to your pleasure core. My fingers brush against your bare pussy. Oh, fuck. You’re not wearing any underwear. My cock strains against the fabric of my trousers.

“Mmm, yes. Please, touch me there...”

I slide my fingers between your folds. You’re already so wet. I watch your face as I push two fingers slowly into you, curling them upwards against your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck yes.”

Using my other hand, I hook my thumb under one of the straps of your dress and lower it over your shoulder. You help me, pulling the fabric down to reveal your perfect breasts. Damn, you look incredible. I continue to slowly thrust my fingers in and out of your warm, wet pussy. You lean back on your hands and grind your hips in time with my movements. I slide my thumb up from your entrance to find your clit.

We both freeze. My heart is hammering in my chest. You bite your lip and smile up at me, daring me on. I go back to working your pussy, faster this time. Teasing you and edging you closer to that sweet release.

“Oh god, yes. Yes, yes.”

I take one of your nipples in my mouth, catching it between my teeth and flicking it with my tongue. Your hands knot in my hair and you squirm and shudder beneath me. You’re grinding against my hand faster and faster and I can feel your breathing quickening. Not yet, I’m not ready for you to cum yet. I pull my hand away from you and move my lips back up to yours, pulling your body hard against mine as I kiss you. You wrap your legs tightly around me and grind yourself against the hard bulge in my trousers. Oh god, that feels amazing. I want to be buried inside you. One of your hands dips into my pocket and pulls out a condom tin. Damn, it’s been a while since I’ve seen one of those. Please, please, please don’t let it be empty.

“I see you came prepared.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

You quickly undo the fastening on my trousers and push them and my boxers down. My cock springs free at last. You flick open the tin and pull out a condom. Thank god. Fuck, your hands wrap around my cock, guiding it to your pussy. Your touch is incredible. The tip of my cock presses against you and I push forward, sliding into you in one slow, steady motion.

“Oh, fuck!”

I fill you perfectly and your body wraps around me, pulling me in. I thrust in and out of you, your walls stretching with my movements. Oh...god, the pleasure is so intense.

You mirror my thrusts, our bodies moving in sync with each other. Your legs and arms wrap around me, your hot breath shuddering against my neck. I tuck my hands under your perfect, round ass and lift you. The weight of you drives my cock deeper into your pussy. Oh, fuck!

“Oh my god, this feels amazing.”

You grip me with your knees and start to move up and down the length of my hard shaft. Your breasts bounce with each thrust. Fuck, you’re so sexy. The animalistic way that you ride me is intoxicating. With each downward movement that you make, I thrust up into you. I watch as I fill you completely. We’re both losing control and your moans and whimpers fill the room.

I can’t last much longer like this, I’m getting close. You slow your movements and start to swirl your hips against me, rubbing your clit against my lower stomach...

“Oh god, oh god. I'm going to cum soon!”

“Oh yes, I want you to cum for me. Cum for me now. ”

“Fuck, I...I'm going to cum!”

I feel your pussy tighten around me and your whole body spasms, it sends me over the edge.

“Yes, yes! Cum for me. I'm cumming, too! Oh fuck, yes.”

You cling to me as we ride the waves of pleasure, panting against my shoulder.

“Fuck...”

“Yeah...I think you made your point. No one else in this club would have dared to fuck me like that.”

You’ve dropped onto your feet and you’re pulling your dress back into place.

“...are you in town for long?”

I pull the envelope out of my pocket and finally scan the contents.

“Hmm, no, not long at all, actually.”

You eye the envelope in my hand but know better than to ask questions. You step into your shoes and quickly check your hair and makeup in a compact from your clutch.

“A shame. Well, if you’re ever in the neighborhood, I’m not hard to find. ”

You pause to kiss me on the cheek as you make your way to the door.

“Time to get back to business, I’m Grace, by the way. Bye, stranger. ”