The Vets (Stephen Leather Thrillers) (52 page)

She felt Chung’s hands pull her back so that she was on her knees, facing away from him, her feet over the edge of the bed. She turned to look over her shoulder and flicked the hair from her eyes. He was standing at the side of the bed, his hands on her hips, smiling. She tried to roll over on to her back again but he wouldn’t let her. For a frantic moment she thought that he had something else in mind, something unsavoury, but then he slipped a finger inside her and she knew it was going to be all right. He moved up against her and she faced forward again, pushing herself back. No one had ever made love to her this way, from behind. She felt so vulnerable, so open to him. She felt him nudge her legs further apart and she moaned, wanting him inside her but wanting to prolong it too. His finger slid out and she could feel her flesh try to hold him in. Then his finger was out and before she knew it he was inside her, buried in as deep as he could go. It happened so quickly that she gasped out loud and there were tears in her eyes. He withdrew slowly, both of his hands back on her hips, until he was almost out. He lingered there, moving gently from side to side. She quivered in anticipation but he made no move to enter her again. She opened her legs wider and rocked back, but he moved back, too.

“Please,” she said. Still nothing. “Please,” she repeated, her voice thick with desire. She felt the hands tighten and pull her back and at the same time he thrust into her, pounding away at her, harder than anyone had ever made love to her. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes.” No one had ever been so deep inside her. She’d never really known what it was like to be made love to. Everything she’d ever experienced before had been a sham.

She wanted so badly to turn and to kiss and hold him, but she didn’t want the sensations she was feeling to end.

It was Chung who decided to move. He slowed his strokes and then withdrew. She felt empty and pushed herself back, trying to recapture him, but he rolled her on to her back and helped her move into the centre of the bed, lying across it so that his back was to the closets. He stood at the side of the bed looking down at her. She looked at him, glistening wet and erect under the light, and she held out her arms to him, begging him to take her. She opened her legs as he came to her and she lifted her head to kiss him. He entered her as his tongue slid between her lips, his mouth stifling her gasps. His hands moved under her and he squeezed her as he moved in and out, tightening her so that she could feel every inch of him inside her. He covered her face with kisses and whispered in her ear.

“Put your legs higher,” he said, nibbling at her ear lobe.

She did as he asked and felt him go in even deeper.

“Link your ankles together and squeeze me,” he said.

She followed his instructions and she felt herself tighten inside so that she felt all the ridges along him.

“God,” she gasped. “This is incredible.” William had never told her what to do to give him pleasure, he’d hardly talked at all when they were having sex, just grunted when he’d come. This was something totally different. She wanted to do exactly what Chung asked of her, and she wanted to experiment too. She raked her nails along his spine, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to hurt him, and she was rewarded by him groaning and moving faster. She slid her hands down his back and held his buttocks, squeezing them as he ground against her.

She was sure that he was about to come, and she revelled in the power she had over him. As he continued to move inside her he took her legs and positioned them on his shoulders, moving slowly so that it didn’t hurt. She didn’t think she’d be flexible enough but to her surprise her legs came up higher and higher until her knees were almost level with her face. He continued to make love to her, filling her like she’d never been filled before.

“It’s too deep,” she gasped. “It’s too deep.”

“It’s how it should be,” whispered Chung, his face next to her cheek. With her legs up around his shoulders she couldn’t move, she was totally at his mercy. He moved back and forth, alternating between slow, controlled strokes that made her whimper with pleasure, and fast, almost brutal, stabbing motions that drove her to a frenzy. Sweat was pouring off her and she could feel damp fronds of hair across her forehead.

“No one has ever made me feel like this,” she moaned.

“Not your husband?” he whispered into her ear.

“No, my husband never made me feel like this,” she said, her voice shaking with each pumping movement he made.

Chung levered himself up on to his elbows and slipped out of her. He moved her again, sitting on the bed facing the dressing-table, and positioning her over his lap, her legs either side of his. His mouth was open and he was breathing heavily. She could smell his sex, a perfume more intoxicating than any aftershave. He reached between his legs and guided her on to him. Just as the tip entered her she reached down and removed his hand. Her eyes sparkled. “Let me,” she said. She rotated her hips in small circles, allowing him in an inch at a time, then withdrawing, teasing him in a way she’d never done to a man before. She couldn’t believe how sexy she felt, how much she was enjoying having Chung inside her. She could feel that she was soaking wet between her legs, and hotter than she’d ever been. She arched her back and closed her eyes, concentrating on the way she moved. It was all so new to her. Chung reached up and caressed her breasts, his face shadowed by the lamp.

She kissed him, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth, biting his lips and licking his skin. “Can you feel me?” she asked, her hair swinging back and forth as she ground herself against him. He nodded. He was panting too much to speak. She raised herself up and held herself above him so that just the tip of him was inside. She had never in her life felt so powerful. She could feel Chung strain to get back inside her but she rode him, holding him at bay. She looked deep into his brown eyes and saw herself reflected there. She put her hands on his wide shoulders and felt his muscles bulge as he tried to take her. She made him wait, until she could see a longing in his eyes which was so intense that it burned. Only then did she allow herself to drop on to him, driving herself down so hard that the breath was forced out of her. She pounded up and down, scratching his shoulders, her eyes wide and her nostrils flaring, wanting nothing more than to have Anthony Chung come inside her. Faster and faster she rode him, and then when she sensed that he couldn’t hold it back any longer she put her hands on either side of his face, sucking and kissing his lips until she felt him explode inside her. Even when he’d come she continued to move, but slowly and more gently than before, wanting to squeeze every last drop out of him. She rested her forehead on his shoulder as she had when they’d danced in the lounge. It seemed an age ago. A drop of sweat ran down her left breast and hung on her nipple as if reluctant to let go. Her body suddenly felt cool and she was aware of the film of sweat which covered her skin. She hadn’t come, but that didn’t matter to her. It had been many years since she’d had an orgasm, and the pleasure Chung had given her was more than enough. She licked his shoulder, the tang of salt on her lips. She smiled to herself, wishing she could tell Phyllis Kelley that her view of Chinese men was hopelessly inadequate. Admittedly her own experience was limited to just three men, but she couldn’t imagine Phyllis ever having anyone better than Anthony Chung. God, how she’d love to give the details to Phyllis and see her mouth drop. Length. Width. Duration. It had all been so perfect. “Perfect,” she said out loud. Chung stroked the back of her neck. Anne knew that she’d never be able to tell anyone what she’d done, it was a secret she’d have to lock away inside herself for ever. She had no regrets, not after the joy she’d experienced. To think that she could have gone to her grave not knowing what real lovemaking was. She was glad that she’d done it, but it had been a one-off, she’d never do it again. Not with Anthony Chung. Not with anybody. Except for her husband of course. She sighed. Chung’s hand came up and caressed her breast at the same time as he massaged her neck. She felt him shift beneath her and she made to slip off him, thinking that he wanted to get up. Instead he pushed her on to her back and crawled backwards off the bed, licking her breasts and planting soft kisses on her nipples. They stiffened and she stroked his thick, black hair. He slowly moved down the bed until he was kneeling on the carpet, his head on her left thigh. She could feel his warm breath on her skin and then his hands held her knees and pulled her towards him so that her legs were hanging over the edge of the bed. He ran his tongue through her public hair and she put her hands up to her mouth.

“No,” she said quietly.

She felt his tongue run the length of her right thigh, from her hair down to her knee, and then his mouth moved back the way it had come, only slower.

“No, you mustn’t,” she said, but she reached down and stroked his hair and opened her legs wide for him. Chung kissed her other thigh and licked the inside of her knee, driving her wild with anticipation. She knew what he was going to do, and she trembled at the thought of it. William had kissed her between the legs once, a year after they’d married, but it was a half-hearted attempt and neither of them had particularly enjoyed the experience. Anne remembered how embarrassed they’d both been afterwards, and how red-faced William had been. He’d never tried it again.

Chung nibbled at the flesh where her leg joined her groin, then he ran his tongue along the groove there, his breath hot and warm. Anne closed her eyes and tightened her fingers in his hair, surrendering herself to the sensations that he was creating within her.

Chung’s hands slipped under her backside and his face pressed against her thighs as his tongue worked its way inside her. He licked her and then pushed his tongue in and out, rubbing it against her wet flesh. She groaned and bucked her hips, pushing herself against his face. She was amazed by Chung’s creativeness. He nibbled at her, he sucked, he kissed, he licked, he alternated between using his tongue and pushing his finger in; she felt herself go impossibly wet and it seemed to go on for ever, building and building until a white light seemed to explode inside her head and she shuddered and screamed.

“We go now?” asked Coleman’s driver.

Coleman checked his wristwatch for the thousandth time. He was going to have to go back to the office, he couldn’t afford to hang around Chung’s apartment block all afternoon. He cursed himself for following Anne and Chung in the first place. He’d seen them at the Landmark, they’d had a drink in the Mandarin Hotel, and they’d gone back to his apartment. What he’d seen raised more questions than it had answered. For all he knew Debbie could also be in the apartment, or even William Fielding. There was a multitude of possibilities but Coleman still had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Yeah, let’s go,” said Coleman.

The driver wound down his window, spat noisily on to the pavement, and started the taxi.

Lewis was microwaving a cup of beef soup when Tyler came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Beef soup?” said Tyler. “Is that all you’re having for breakfast, Bart?” he asked.

“I haven’t got much of an appetite,” said Lewis.

“You look like you’re losing weight,” said Tyler. “Are you in pain?”

“It’s bad, Colonel, but not too bad. Honest.”

“Painkillers?”

“I’m taking them. I’m okay, really.”

“Let me know if it gets too much,” said Tyler, clearly concerned. “How’s the work going?”

“It’s going well, better than I thought,” said Lewis. The microwave pinged and he took the steaming mug out. He blew on the surface and sipped it before walking over to the dismembered Huey with Tyler.

“The damage to the tailboom was superficial,” said Lewis. “The bullets passed straight through it. I tell you, Colonel, Chuck was lucky. Any one of those slugs could have snapped the tailplane control linkage or the drive shaft and the Huey would have spun itself into the ground. They weren’t even nicked. Didn’t touch the main rotor, either. God must have been smiling on him that day.”

“Buddha, you mean,” said Tyler.

“Yeah,” said Lewis, grinning. “Buddha. The final drive right-angle gearbox, that’s the one right by the tail rotor, is totally seized, though the bevel drive gearbox in the tailboom seems to be serviceable. Assuming we get a complete set of parts, I’d feel safer if we replace both, but we could get away with using the original bevel drive.”

The two men moved from the rear of the helicopter to the middle. Where the turbine had been on the top of the Huey was now a gaping hole. “There was a surprising lack of rust in the powerplant,” said Lewis. “Not that I’d want to fire her up after twenty years, but it looked to be in good condition. When will the new one get here?”

“That’s what I was coming to tell you,” said Tyler. “They’ll be here within the next couple of hours.”

“We’re getting everything?” asked Lewis.

Tyler nodded. “The works. And a bonus, too. Remember you said you were having trouble operating the lathes?”

“Sure. Still am.”

“The mechanic will be arriving with the parts delivery.”

“Great,” said Lewis.

“He’s Chinese, but he can be trusted,” said Tyler. “But he doesn’t know what we’re planning, so I don’t want any idle talk in front of him. Tell the others, will you?”

“Will do, Colonel,” replied Lewis. “Sure will be useful to have an extra pair of hands around.”

“How’s the main gearbox?” asked Tyler, standing on the cabin floor and peering at the top of the Huey.