My Super Sexy Spy

by Doyle, S.

  I could feel myself caving.

  “Just sandwiches,” I said. “Non-naked eating.”

  “And baseball,” he added, then glanced at his watch. “There’s a game on in less than an hour.”

  “I don’t know if I like baseball.”

  “Have you tried it?” he asked, with a lift of his eyebrows that made watching baseball sound like a deviant sexual act.

  “Fine. Let’s do this and we’ll see if you don’t freak out again and bolt for the nearest door as soon as I say I want to snuggle.”

  He grabbed my hand and linked his fingers in between mine. “I’m not going anywhere, Beth.”

  The sad part was how much I wished I could believe him.

  * * *

  Liam

  “That’s a curveball,” I said before taking a bite into my roasted pork with broccoli rabe and provolone. I almost cried it was so good. “I’m never leaving Philadelphia. Between the cheesesteak sandwiches and the roasted pork, I’ve decided to commit my allegiance to the Phillies forever.”

  I watched Beth, who was sitting on the couch next to me, take a tentative bite of her sandwich and nod in agreement. She wasn’t a big eater, but even she could appreciate a Tony Luke’s special.

  I had this impulse to feed her myself. To be the person who, every day, sustained her with delicious food, bite by bite.

  “I can’t tell the pitches apart,” she admitted. “They all look the same to me.”

  I picked up the remote to rewind, then hit play in slow motion. “You can’t see how that one curves? Look at that thing, it’s gross.”

  She shrugged. “If you say so. At least it’s good to know you were honest about sports. Speaking of your fake career, what’s your plan now that you’re not a spy anymore?”

  “Yes,” I hissed and gave a short fist pump. “You’re asking me about my job potential, which means you’re thinking you don’t want to be dating someone who is unemployed. I’m totally making progress.”

  “Uh, hello, dating? We haven’t even had one date yet. This is sandwiches and baseball, which the jury is still out on whether I like it or not.”

  I took offense. “Uh, do you remember Florence? We danced under the stars and moonlight. That was totally a date.”

  “I got kidnapped by a Russian spy at the end. That does not count as a date!”

  “Who knew you had all these rules about what constitutes a date?” I finished my sandwich then lifted her feet onto my lap so I could massage them. She still had half her sandwich sitting on the coffee table, and I considered one of the perks of being with Beth was that there would always be leftovers.

  “Stop eyeing my sandwich,” she growled. “I’m going to save it for later.”

  “Good thing. If I keep eating whatever you don’t, I’ll get fat and lazy pretty soon. Some rigorous sex might help burn off the calories…?”

  “You wish. And don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t tell me what your plans are.”

  I pressed my finger into the arch of her foot, and she groaned in a way that immediately made my dick hard. Or should I say harder. Just walking through her door, knowing she was letting me inside, was a step toward her letting me inside her, had me in a state of semi-arousal.

  “Ah, back to the question of whether or not I would make solid boyfriend material. At least we know I would be better than your last dud who couldn’t make you come when he fucked you.”

  “You’re avoiding the question,” she pointed out.

  I was. Because I really didn’t know what came next. Since graduating college, joining the military, then finally getting accepted into the CIA, I’d basically been on an adrenaline rush for ten years. Now that I’d walked away, I wasn’t sure what would take its place.

  “I have plenty of money if that’s what you’re worried about. The government pays for housing when you’re overseas, so my salary basically went toward savings.”

  She slapped my shoulder, but I didn’t let go of her feet. I liked holding them in my lap. I just liked touching her.

  “I don’t care about your money. I care about what you’re going to do with your life. Your future. As Leigh, you wrote that you were thinking about leaving your job over a girl. Was that me?”

  I nodded. I knew agents who were married. Some of them even had kids. But most of the men and women who worked in the field didn’t. Or if they did, those relationships were usually strained to the breaking point. Which meant if I was serious about Beth, I had to leave.

  And sitting here, with my dick hard and my belly full, watching baseball while I rubbed her feet, I realized I was pretty damn serious about Beth.

  “I don’t want to be responsible for you walking away from a job you love.”

  I tugged her closer then lifted her, so now all of her was in my lap instead of just her feet. Another reminder that she weighed barely anything and that feeding her, filling her up, was my new goal in life.

  I cupped her cheek and was pleased when she didn’t pull away. “You’re not responsible for my choices. And the job, the way I did it, maybe I didn’t love it so much anymore. I’ll find something. But right now, my focus is on you.”

  She lifted her hand to run her fingers through my hair. “I missed you when you were gone.”

  “I missed you, too.”

  “And since I’ve got no other nuclear formulas lying around to give to the U.S. government, you really are here just for me?”

  Leaning in, I brushed a kiss along her cheek. Then her chin. Then her lips. “Just for you, Beth. Not a spy, not a sportswriter, not your lesbian internet friend. Just me, here for you.”

  “Okay. Then maybe we can start working on that list of things you see happening between us.”

  I didn’t need to be asked twice. Lifting her in my arms, she pointed down the hall to her bedroom.

  “Last time I fucked you,” I said, as I laid her out on the bed. “This time I’m going to make love to you.”

  She gave me a shy look. “Is that going to feel as good? Because I have to say, I really dug the fucking.”

  I stripped her of her jeans and the light sweater she was wearing. Then I got busy getting rid of my own clothes until I was standing next to her bed naked. Taking my dick in hand, I showed it to her. “You want me to lose the piercing? Say it, and I will.”

  She bit her bottom lip instead.

  “Yeah, you like the little extra, don’t you? We didn’t have a lot of time to play that night, baby, but we’re going to play all night tonight. So you might want to think about going back and taking another bite of that sandwich you nibbled on so you have the energy you need.”

  “Sounds a lot like bragging to me. From an unemployed guy no less.”

  “Take off your bra, I want to suck on your tits.”

  Watching her run her finger down the center of her chest as she watched me stroke myself, I thought I could blow my load right now. Right on her tits. And then rub my come into her skin so she would have my scent on her always.

  A quick move with her fingers on the front clasp and her breasts sprang free, showing off her slight mounds tipped with hard nipples. Leaning over her, I sucked one into my mouth. Regretfully, I released my cock, but it was only so I could slide my hand down her stomach and plunge my fingers into her panties.

  She was soaked already. “Fuck me, you’re wet. You weren’t listening to my lesson on the game of baseball at all, were you? No, you were sitting there, nibbling on your sandwich and thinking about what I was going to do to you. What were you thinking, Beth? What did you imagine me doing?”

  “This,” she whispered, undulating her body, letting me slide my finger deep inside her.

  Running my thumb along her clit, I watched her hips swivel at my touch. Retreating, when I put too much pressure there, reaching for me when I put pressure over her with my palm. I was learning her so I would never leave her hanging, always bring her to climax first, so she would associate sex and me and pleasure in her brain.

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p; “Liam,” she groaned. “Now. Now.”

  “Can’t,” I told her as she wiggled her panties down her legs. “I’m still hungry and I need a snack.” I crawled on the bed, between her legs, settling myself on the bed, rubbing my dick on her comforter, which felt good, but wouldn’t be enough friction to get me off.

  She moaned. “I was never good at this until you.”

  I lifted my head. “Babe, it’s not your job to be good at going down on you, it’s mine. Now, throw your arm over your eyes so you don’t have to watch and let me work my magic.”

  She did as instructed, and I got down to business. Light swipes over her clit, instead of heavy licks. A finger inside her to find that sweet spot at the top of her shelf. My girl likes pressure. On her clit, on her G-spot. I waited for her to start chasing her pleasure. To start riding my face and tongue.

  “Unhh,” she groaned and reached for my head.

  “Talk to me, baby. You feeling good?”

  “Unhhh, Liam. It’s…it’s…”

  I pressed against her G-spot and she started writhing. I kept the pressure going even as I pressed my tongue flat against her clit. Then I felt the tremor rock her body.

  “Liam!”

  Yeah, there it was. Her orgasm was rocking her hard. So hard I could feel the dig of her fingernails in my scalp.

  I crawled up her body, licking my lips, still tasting her sweet pussy on me. “No more doubts about me eating you out, obviously.”

  Her arm was still slung over her face. I pulled it away so I could see the glassy look of her eyes that showed me her desire.

  “Just shut up and fuck me.”

  “Hmm, bossy. I like it.”

  I reached down to grab my dick and pushed it against her dripping pussy until I was seated to the hilt with one hard thrust. I was never going to wear a condom with her, ever. The wet heat was just too good. Too hot. Too mind-blowingly tight.

  “Fuck! I love fucking you.”

  She cupped my face in her hands as I snapped my hips against her at a pace that would hopefully enable me to do this for the rest of my fucking life.

  “You’re making love to me,” she whispered even as she lifted herself to wrap her arms around me.

  Yeah, I was. I wasn’t reaching for my orgasm. I wasn’t even reaching for hers. I just wanted to be inside her. To feel her body all around me. To have the sensation of sliding my cock as deep as I could go until I got lost in her.

  I’d never been so in my head as equally as in my body when fucking a woman before. I thought about her smile and her nose ring and her freaking bravery even as I glanced down and watched my shiny cock slip back and forth inside her.

  But then she wrapped her legs around my hips and squeezed me hard, making my leisurely pace impossible. “Get there, baby,” I grumbled. “Because I’m going to blow hard up inside you. I’m going to fill you deep with my cum.”

  “Yes, yes. Fill me. Fill me. Ahhh, Liam!”

  Her pussy clamped down hard on my dick and I felt my orgasm rush through me even as I fought the urge to scream at the top of my lungs because I felt that good.

  I held my weight above her, but barely. Before I crushed her, I turned us onto our sides, and hiked her leg up over my hip so I could stay connected to her. I wasn’t leaving her heat. I was going to stay right there until I got hard again, then I would settle onto my back and watch her ride me.

  She kissed my nose and I took satisfaction in her soft smile.

  “You’re really good at sex,” she whispered.

  “No babe, good sex isn’t about skill, it’s about the people doing it together. We fit. It’s that simple. Now, you are you up for more?”

  Her eyes grew wide. “Are you up for more?”

  I shifted inside of her and she gasped. “I told you it was going to be a long night.”

  And it was. A long, good night.

  16

  The Next Morning

  Liam

  Fuck, I felt good. That allover body feeling after a long night of getting laid. Beth was still in bed, but I was filled with a surge of energy. Showered, dressed and ready to start my new life.

  Everything was different today than it had been yesterday. I had a girl—sorry, woman—I had a future to figure out. More importantly, I had my friend back.

  “Kitten, you up?” I asked, coming out of the bathroom and studying her sprawled body, face down on the bed. Her ass cheek was peeking out from the sheets and I couldn’t stop myself from bringing a hand down on it. “Wakey, wakey.”

  “Not ready yet,” she murmured into the pillow, her ass cheek and foot the only skin showing from under the covers.

  “I’m going to go get us coffee.”

  “Macchiato!” She let out a muffled shout into the pillow.

  I laughed and registered her order. My girl liked the fancy stuff. Got it. In her living room I looked around and saw she’d left her phone charging on an end table. I picked it up and stuffed it into my jeans pocket thinking if she wanted something else, she could message me directly.

  Yes, I knew her passcode. I had my ways.

  I left her condo and started walking down the street, my thoughts on the future. I knew a woman, older, smart as shit, who’d left the agency and started her own security firm. She’d told me to look her up if I ever left the CIA. It made sense, since a lot of the contract stuff she did was government work and she needed people who had security clearance. I should text her.

  I was about to turn into the Starbucks when I felt someone coming up behind me. I assumed it was another customer, but froze when I felt something hard and round shoved into my back.

  “Hello, Liam.”

  “Douchebag,” I said calmly. “What brings you to the United States?”

  “I’m told this is the land of opportunity. I plan to take advantage of those opportunities.”

  “There’s nothing left for you here with Beth, Dmitri.”

  “Oh, I’m not here for her. That ship, as you would say, has sailed. But you got between me and my Marta. You embarrassed me in front of her and she knows about your pierced dick, which I do not like. For that you have to pay. Now walk.”

  I walked. He pointed me to car that was parked in a side alley.

  “Passenger seat,” he told me, which I thought was odd. How was he going to hold a gun on me if he was driving? But Dmitri was an idiot, so I didn’t question it.

  He was an idiot, but he was an idiot who obviously had a plan. The second I sat in the car his other hand brought out a Taser. I felt the shock on my neck, then everything went blank.

  * * *

  Beth

  It didn’t occur to me that he was taking a particularly long time to get coffee at first. I laid in bed for a while, dozing in and out, happy to be lazy. Then I finally got my body out of bed and headed for the shower. I ached a little everywhere, but it was a good kind of ache.

  I hummed with how completely satiated I was and took my time enjoying the hot, steamy water pounding against my muscles. I finally finished up, got dressed and dried my hair.

  Still no coffee.

  That’s when it hit me. That sense of unease.

  I played back everything he’d said last night, everything we did. I thought of how chipper he sounded this morning.

  He went for coffee. He said he was going for coffee.

  Coffee didn’t take hours.

  Carefully, I sat on the couch in my living room and waited. When I thought to check my phone to see if he’d messaged me, I realized it was missing.

  He went for coffee and he took my phone. Why? Maybe to message me? I checked my laptop but there were no notifications.

  Yesterday, he’d said he’d made a mistake pushing me away. That he’d been afraid. Yesterday, he’d said he wasn’t going anywhere.

  But that was yesterday, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t lied to me before.

  I went looking for him at the Starbucks, but he wasn’t there. I walked around the neighborhood but didn’t see a trace o
f him. I checked the hotel across the street where I knew he was staying, but he wasn’t there, either.

  For days he’d been my shadow, and now he was gone. No goodbye. No, sorry babe, the sex is good, but this just isn’t going to work. Nothing. Just in my bed one minute, then a ghost the next.

  When the sun went down, I finally went home. Opening the door to my empty condo with no new knickknacks that he’d been leaving for days, I felt the tears well up, but I swallowed them hard.

  He’d broken my heart, not once, not twice, but three times if I counted my friendship with Leigh. I had no more tears left to give him. He was gone and I was going to do everything in my power to forget him.

  Except how was I supposed to do that with his vanishing act? None of this made sense. Not his hard press to win me back, not his silly gifts, not his all-night sex marathon only to ghost me the next day.

  And maybe the worst of all, he didn’t even get me my coffee and he stole my phone…

  Wait. My phone!

  If he hadn’t tossed it away, I would at least be able to tell where he was. I had an app that would locate my phone. Then I planned to get a cab to wherever that was and make the driver run him down.

  Asshole. Sexing and ghosting asshole.

  On my computer I opened the Find My Phone app and waited for the GPS to locate it. The indicator came up and gave me a location. I did a Google match on it, then paused.

  That didn’t make any sense. My phone was in the Packing District? Down near the sports complexes on the South side of Philadelphia? Had he gone to a Phillies game and dropped my phone somewhere along the way?

  Major asshole!

  But when I checked to see if the Phillies were playing, it showed them having the night off. So that whole area would be empty. Vacant.

  Was he hiding from someone?

  That’s when I had to step back and consider, maybe this wasn’t about me at all. Liam was a spy. Liam might have enemies.

  Liam might be in trouble!