Spy Games

by Cassandra Dee

  “Take this dick, baby!” I shoved my mouth next to her ear, panting hard while the bathroom stall echoed with the sound of my balls slapping against her ass. The desperate sound of her screams rang out in the stall, practically blasting my eardrums. She fucking loved this! And I loved it too, I—

  Without warning, spunk rocketed out of my cockpole, hot and bubbly.

  “God damn!” I growled into her ear as I came. The spurts were relentless and unyielding, blast after blast of virile male jism. Aw fuck, aw fuck, I was gonna collapse, this buttfucking was just too good.

  But everything has to end at some point. Either that, or they’d send a search party. So as I came down to earth, I licked the brunette’s ear while slowly pulling out. Oh yeah, my shaft was shiny, dripping with anal sweat and streaks of white baby batter.

  But Lacey wasn’t done yet.

  “Just a little bit more!” Her pleas were muffled but I heard them loud and clear. She moved her fleshy hips frantically between my dick and fingers. “Please, Jake!”

  Of course, I obliged.

  “You want this?” I shoved my fingers against her clit and she shrieked again, a softer sound this time. “You want me to fuck you some more?” I didn’t stop moving my hand.

  “Yes, Jake! Yes! Fuck me!”

  She was insatiable. Like a mofo, my fingers stroked down to that wet, willing hole, and thrust in. Fuck, she was hot, so soft and willing. And seconds later, the brunette was coming again and gasping my name in the big bathroom stall.

  “Jake! Daddy, yes!”

  Shit, this Daddy stuff was so fucking taboo and wrong, but it sounded kinda good coming from her lips. My dick twitched, jizz dripping wildly against her thighs. And without thinking, I grabbed her and yanked her around to face me before dropping down to shove my face into her pussy.

  “Jake! What are you doing?” she yelped.

  I thought it was pretty obvious. I didn’t have a single reason to, but I wanted to watch that cum of hers from close up and see her face when she let loose. And this was the best way to do it. I sucked her clit into my mouth like a lemon drop, stroking it with my tongue.

  She wailed and panted like a dog under the hot sun. Her head dropped back against the wall, hips bucking wildly. I held her tight and shoved those wide hips back hard against the wall so she wouldn’t hurt herself on my teeth. Or give me a fucking bloody nose.

  “Oh God, Jake!” was her cry.

  I tongued her all over, hungrily devouring the sweet cream flowing from that puffy snatch. She tasted fucking delicious, my dessert after a long and painful lunch. Groaning loud so she could feel the vibrations in her clit, I gave her the double play of my tongue on her clit and my fingers teasing that tight pussy hole.

  Yeah, princess. Pump your sweet cunt all over my face.

  It was like she read my mind. Lacey rubbed her slit over my mouth and chin, fucking my face in frantic motions. She groaned for me then, and then tried to choke it back.

  But I wasn’t gonna let her hold it in. Crouching down between her legs, I breathed in the salty and sweet smell of her snatch, watching Lacey like she was my own private sex show. She heaved again breathily and panted, eyes squeezed tight and cheeks flushed with exertion.

  Oh yeah, this was it. Lapping harder at her dripping twat, I sucked and drank her up. Her clit was big enough to burst. She must have felt my gaze on her because she opened her eyes and shivered uncontrollably before emitting a sweet plea.

  “Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me with your tongue. Make me come—oh!”

  Lacey bucked and her sweet cunt squeezed and exploded over my fingers then, wet and juicy. The female came so hard that I swear, they must have heard it up there on Mount Olympus.

  And shit, it was fucking gorgeous.

  The woman shattering before me was lush and ripe, perfect for my needs.

  Her ass was heart-shaped, pussy pure magic. If we’d had more time, I would’ve bent her over the toilet and fucked that wet and willing cunt until we both passed out.

  But we don’t always get what we want, right?

  After all, we were at my engagement lunch, with her family waiting outside.

  Shit.

  Ignoring my hardening dick, I rubbed those fat pussy lips, and then farther back to her tender and swollen asshole. My spunk dripped out of her, thick and hot.

  Damn, what I wouldn’t give to ram my fuck stick up there again and fill her with even more of my cum. But we’d already been in the bathroom long enough. Amanda would start to suspect. Hell, everyone would start to suspect.

  So I got to my feet, zipping up and straightening my suit. It was no big deal. Other than the pussy juices on my chin, otherwise I looked completely normal, an alpha at a fancy lunch.

  But with Lacey, it was another issue. Her entire being had that “just fucked” aura, eyes slightly dazed, body soft, loose and relaxed. And oh shit, but the smell. There was that hot and heavy, just-fucked cunt smell mixed with the virile tang of semen. How were we going to fix that?

  Picking up her panties, I had an idea. Reaching between her legs, I swept the soft cloth between her thighs, scooping up the sperm, trying to clean her up. And then I gave them a quick sniff and dropped them in my pocket.

  Her eyes blinked slowly.

  “What are you gonna do with those?” she whispered, voice soft. “Why do you need those?”

  Why did I need them? Shit, this was the evidence of our loving, something I’d treasure back at the apartment. Maybe I couldn’t fuck my stepdaughter out in the open, but I could sure as hell sniff her lacy panties in the privacy of my home and cum like a hurricane.

  So I shrugged.

  “It’s just my thing,” were my vague words. “No worries.”

  The brunette shook her head slowly, but didn’t say anything, instead, trying to straighten herself out. Those brown curls were wild and lovely, her dress now a little wrinkled.

  And grunting approvingly, I nodded again.

  “Come on sweetheart. We gotta get back.”

  Opening the door to the stall, fortunately all was clear. I slipped into the hallway, strolling back to the main table like nothing was wrong.

  “I had to take a call,” I said to no one in particular, sitting down smoothly.

  But the excuse was unnecessary because Amanda was recounting some story which she thought was hilarious, but everyone else thought was painfully boring. But not like she noticed, or cared.

  And finally, the long-winded monologue ended.

  “Oh, Jakey.” Amanda leaned into me with a fake smile. “You always laugh at my jokes, we’re perfect together,” she cooed, patting my hand.

  More like I had a fake smile on my lips, face frozen in a grimace. But I grunted.

  “Yeah, real funny story honey. Real funny.”

  Amanda chortled lightly, fluffing out her hair.

  “Like I said, we’re perfect together. Oh there you are honey!” she said to Lacey, who’d just made her way back to the table, avoiding my eyes. “You’re just in time to hear about my trip to the Hamptons! You know, it started when ….”

  The second monologue was even worse, all the guests nodding and smiling in their chairs, unwilling prisoners. But I watched Lacey carefully. Sure enough, she twisted uncomfortably in her seat, rump sliding back and forth. It had to be her sore anus. Had to be.

  “You all right, honey?” whispered Lacey’s Aunt Jill, a look of concern in her eyes.

  “I’m fine,” the brunette replied, clearing her throat, voice raspy. Oh yeah, she’d been screaming in the bathroom, those vocal cords wrecked. “Just my stomach,” the brunette murmured. “I’m not feeling too well.”

  Amanda paused then, frowning at her daughter.

  “It’s the dessert,” she said in a loud voice so that everyone at the table could hear. “Two desserts isn’t good for anyone, you shouldn’t have eaten all that,” Amanda proclaimed.

  I thought Lacey would take it lying down, saying something or other about how this was a special
occasion.

  But instead, the brunette lifted her head, expression mild.

  “Oh it’s not that Mom,” came that dulcet voice. “It’s something else entirely,” she said, meeting my eyes full on. And my lips spread in a slow, knowing smile, uncaring who saw. Because yeah, it was my body that was causing hers to sing, and even if it was wrong, I had to get more. That’s right, Lacey’s my future stepdaughter, but we were only getting started … if I had my way.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Lacey

  I stepped through the revolving doors of the downtown Manhattan office building and went directly to the front desk, ballet flats noiseless against the polished marble floors.

  “May I help you, Miss?”

  “Yes, I’m Lacey Jones. Can you please tell me where Jake Mason’s office is?”

  The woman looked surprised, eyeing me up and down. Yes, I stuck out among the gray suits of the corporate drones milling around. But oh well. My wild curly brown hair would always be this way, my figure too lush to fit a boring three-piece.

  But the receptionist was a professional, and gave nothing away. After tapping on the computer to make sure my name was on the approved visitors list, she nodded neutrally.

  “Here you are,” she said smoothly. “Top floor, ask for Mr. Mason.”

  “Thanks.”

  And after the elevator doors shut, I pressed cool palms against my thighs, trembling with nervousness. I needed to confront Jake and tell him what was on my mind. The last time I’d seen him, I’d been in no state of mind to deal with this crazy thing between us. But after a couple days, it was time.

  Because the engagement lunch had been complete bullshit. All the fake smiles and stilted laugher had been a farce, Amanda at her finest with the long-red nails and slightly-drunk laughter.

  Plus, I’d had anal sex in the men’s bathroom for God’s sake.

  With my future stepfather to boot.

  My pussy throbbed remembering every dirty detail. That session had been good, better than good, and the way his cum had leaked from my ass, the gentle trickle a non-stop stream, had left me embarrassed for the rest of the afternoon.

  And completely turned on.

  But it had to end.

  Some way, somehow, this had to end.

  And I was here to do it now.

  The elevator dinged, the sliding walls hissing open. The location of Jake’s office was obvious. There was a set of imposing white double doors, with a chrome nameplate bolted to the wall.

  But a woman, his secretary most likely, sat like a sentinel in front, headset perched on her neatly groomed head. Her lips smiled professionally, a mannequin in a suit.

  “Good morning,” the woman murmured. “How can I help you?”

  “I’m Lacey Jones, here to see Jake Mason, please.” It didn’t hurt to be polite.

  One perfectly-plucked eyebrow rose.

  “Do you have an appointment?”

  I started.

  “Well yes. I was on the approved visitors list, I thought we had an appointment.”

  The woman frowned, eyes squinting at her computer monitor.

  “I’m sorry,” she said in a courteous monotone. “But there must be a mistake. I don’t see your name here, and unfortunately, Mr. Mason is booked solid all day. Now if you’ll excuse me,” she said politely, turning back to her desk.

  I clenched my teeth. The woman was just doing her job, but still.

  “Just let him know I’m here, please. Lacey Jones,” I pressed insistently.

  The woman shook her head, unperturbed.

  “I’m sorry, but Mr. Mason is very busy. In fact, he’s not even in his office right now. Would you like to leave a message?”

  I took things into my own hands then. Leaning forwards quickly, I stabbed a button connected to her computer that could only mean one thing.

  “Jake, it’s me, Lacey,” came my rushed words, loud and insistent. “I’d like to talk with you for a moment.”

  The receptionist immediately jerked forwards.

  “Sorry about that, sir. We have an intruder, I’ll get her out of here immediately. Oh wait – all right.” The woman looked like someone just slammed her in the face with a brick. Because she tapped another button, and gestured with her free hand, expression sour.

  “You can go right in. He’s expecting you.”

  I shot her a direct stare.

  “Thank you,” was my formal reply. “Thanks so much.”

  And with that, I strode like a queen into Jake’s office, chin held high. So what if I wasn’t a corporate titan? So what if I didn’t look professional? I was here on business, just like anyone else.

  But as his office doors swung open, all my doubts came rushing back. Because the space was gigantic, and I was a mouse by comparison. It looked like it took up at least half the top floor of the building. The floor to ceiling glass windows directly in front of me showed off damn near all of Manhattan, people and cars moving like tiny toys down below.

  And to the left of the flashy windows, Jake sat at a desk bigger than Texas. A giant screen perched on the corner with a silver tray arranged beside it. Other than that, his desk was clear, gleaming and immaculate.

  The billionaire leaned back in his chair, watching me with a faintly amused smile.

  “What can I do for you, Lacey?” Jake drawled.

  For a wild second, I didn’t know what to say. Because the man was every inch the powerful billionaire, breathtaking and impossibly commanding. The perfectly-cut black suit skimmed his frame, showing off broad shoulders that tapered to narrow hips. And those long legs were at ease, like this was nothing but another boring afternoon meeting.

  My mouth dried.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have come.

  But it was too late now.

  “Well?” He stood up. “What’s on your mind, princess?”

  My mind dripped out my ears at the sight of him, the air gone from my lungs. Without other people as a buffer, the man’s charisma and power were even more breathtaking.

  But no, that’s what I was here for.

  To stop these thoughts.

  To stop this thing, whatever it was.

  I swallowed thickly.

  “We can’t do this anymore,” came my choked voice. “You can’t keep ... keep, you know, doing this with me while still planning to marry my mother.”

  Oh god, why were the words so hard to say? But he knew exactly what I was talking about, a wolfish grin crossing his face.

  “Why, what’s wrong, princess?” Jake crossed his arms across his powerful chest and leaned back against the desk, confident and infuriating. “From where I stand, things seem fine.”

  What? Fine? No way in hell.

  “Mr. Mason,” I began again. “I’m not going to keep doing this while you’re engaged to my mom.”

  There. Very firm and to the point. Bravo.

  The alpha raised an eyebrow at me.

  “So what does that mean?” he drawled. “You want to tell her?” The billionaire quirked a smile like this was a game.

  My face flushed, hotly embarrassed.

  “This isn’t funny,” came my stilted voice. “Don’t act like this is funny.”

  He held his hands up then in surrender. But I knew there was no surrender.

  “I never said it was funny,” came that smooth drawl again. “You’re the one who came charging into my office unannounced with an axe to grind. You, Lacey. Not me.”

  Okay. I took a deep breath, determined to act professional again.

  “Jake, I’m not joking,” came my words this time. “This has to stop. Whatever it is between you and me,” I said, gesturing to the air between us, “has to stop. Now. For sure.”

  His eyebrow quirked.

  “Says who?”

  I heaved a breath, exasperated.

  “Says me! I’m half of this as well! If I don’t want to, then we won’t!”

  The big man grinned at me again.

  “Then why are you even here?�
�� he asked mildly, leaning indolently against his desk. But those blue eyes were piercing, closely watching my every move. “If you’re not into it, then you’re right, it won’t work. I don’t even have to lift a finger. So why are you here babydoll?”

  Really? I let out a huge gust then.

  “Seriously,” I said, placing my hands on my hips, giving him an exasperated look. “You’re impossible, has anyone ever told you that?”

  “Just a few folks over the years,” quipped the big man, amused again. “Why?”

  But it was impossible to argue with him. Jake was twenty years my senior, a seasoned professional with the instincts of a shark. This encounter was backfiring, and I decided to switch directions.

  “Why are you even getting married?” I asked plaintively, holding out my hands. “You’re clearly not in love with Amanda. You couldn’t possibly be in love, acting the way you do with me.”

  Plus, I’d watched him at the luncheon. Jake hadn’t once held my mother’s hand and had barely spoke to her, even though they were seated right next to one another. Instead, he’d kept up a steady stream of conversation with my aunt and uncle on the other side.

  For a second, I thought he was going to say something real in reply. Those blue eyes darkened, the big man’s lips going tight. But then he relaxed again, all smiles and a carefree manner.

  “Because I can,” he threw out casually, arms crossed over his chest. “You’ll never understand,” he shrugged.

  That was absolutely right. I’d never get what he was doing. Why would you get married to someone you didn’t care about? Wasn’t that backwards, the complete opposite of what a loving union was supposed to be about?

  But then again, maybe I didn’t know. I’ve never been married before. In fact, I’ve never really even had a boyfriend. Sure, there was Teddy in Biology who liked me, but he was a shadow next to Jake. The pudgy boy’s hands twitched when we talked, his eyes blinking furiously behind those coke-bottle glasses. Honestly, I felt sorry for Teddy most times as he stammered my name, sweating like a pig in a microwave.

  But right now, there were bigger fish to fry.

  “Jake,” I pressed again, this time pinning him with a serious eyes. “What’s going on? Why are you going through with this wedding? I don’t get it.”