Special Investigations Agency: Primordial

by Denise A. Agnew

  As he reluctantly eased his body from her tightness, he helped her lower her feet to her floor. He cupped her face for a moment, loving the softness of her skin and the sparkle in her eyes. “Anything else you haven’t done, honey?”

  She licked her red, swollen lips. She looked like what she was—a thoroughly fucked woman. “Lots of things.”

  He nuzzled her nose, her forehead, and then her ear. “Damn it, I’d love to stay here, but we’ve got to move out.”

  As he moved away, she looked at his still fully erect cock. “You’re still…”

  “Hard?” He hitched his pants back over his ass. “I’m holding back until later.”

  She gawked at him in surprise, and he almost laughed. From the time he left his teens he’d retained high sexual energy. He prided himself on being able to fuck a woman long and hard before he climaxed.

  “Why don’t we move to the next room and search the place. If we don’t find the statues in the living or dining rooms, we’ll find something else to do,” he said.

  He turned away to locate the tissue box residing on the desk not that far away, then handed her a few.

  His cock twitched and stirred as he watched her find her bra and cover those delicious pink nipples from his sight. Right now she looked frazzled, a little unsure of herself. Unused to Keira exhibiting anything but confidence, it worried him.

  She stared at the floor, her clothes discarded all around her.

  “Oh dear,” she said, her voice vulnerable.

  Concerned, he frowned. “What’s wrong?”

  She moved to the corner where he’d tossed her garments and picked up her panties. She dangled them from her index finger. “These are shredded.”

  “Sorry I ripped them?”

  Her mouth opened, then closed, then a grin replaced her frown. “No. It was very…uh…arousing.”

  Male satisfaction coursed through his blood. “Toss ‘em in the trash.”

  “Haan might find them.”

  He laughed. “Yeah, but it’s what he expects to find, right? He figured we’d be in here fucking like bunnies.”

  She nodded and swallowed hard. “Yes.” When she looked at the front of his pants, which he’d barely managed to zip over his erection, she smiled. “Looks like your suit has a little evidence on it, too.”

  He glanced down. Sure enough, his crotch showed evidence of their recent activities. “No kidding.”

  He knew she hadn’t recovered from what they’d done, but he hoped she didn’t regret it, either. “Come on. Let’s find La Pasion.”

  After securing their clothes, they unlocked the door and made their way down to the next room. He nodded toward the door as he gripped the doorknob. “This is the workout room.”

  As they walked in, she let out a soft breath of surprise. No less than ten workout machines graced the room. From the looks of Haan, he didn’t use many of them.

  After taking out the Macon card he searched the place and found no sign of listening devices or cameras.

  “There’s nowhere to hide anything,” she said.

  With the exception of artwork on the walls, the place was pretty bare.

  As she moved toward a small refrigerator and sink area at the far side of the room, he speculated that Haan had hidden sex toys in this room, too.

  “You think La Pasion might be stashed in a refrigerator?” she asked.

  “Anything is possible.”

  He grinned as she opened the short fridge. “Nothing in here but bottled water.” Unwilling to give up one hundred percent, she opened the cabinet door above the sink and checked it.

  When she gasped and pulled a bag out of the cabinet and held it up, he couldn’t help laughing. She held the bag almost as if it contained body parts and not the sex toys he could see through the clear plastic. “Please tell me the statues aren’t some ancient sex toy.”

  “For all I know, they might be.” He strode toward her and took the bag out of her hand. “This, though, is interesting.”

  He felt her curiosity and maybe a little of her embarrassment as he opened the bag and found two brand-new wrapped sex toys, a vibrating dildo and a butt plug, plus a container of lube. His cock twitched in anticipation. Oh yeah. This could get real interesting before the night finished.

  An idea popped into his head that couldn’t be stopped. “Take off your clothes.”

  Her mouth popped open. “What?”

  “We’re christening this room.”

  He saw the minute a fire ignited in her eyes when the anticipation of discovering untried sexual horizons appealed to her.

  “Take your clothes off slowly,” he said.

  With a confidence that turned him inside out with desire, she strode toward him. Just like the moment he’d seen her walking down the aisle toward him at the wedding, his heart pounded. As she moved her hips swayed and made the delicate material around her ankles swish and swirl. The sound of material brushing against slim, sexy ankles dried his mouth. His cock took immediate notice, drawing up hard.

  Shit, he had to get out of these pants before the pain of his trapped erection crippled him.

  While he couldn’t see her nipples through the top of her dress, he could damn well imagine them. He remembered their silky texture when soft, then the nubbins that hardened into points when aroused. His gaze slid down, caressing her lithe, yet rounded form. All her angles, all her soft curves, everything that made Keira Jessop unique stirred his blood. He wanted to explore those differences, the individuality that called to him stronger and harder than any woman before her.

  Tonight would lick and taste and travel the length of her body without remorse. No more playing, no more teasing.

  All bets were off.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Keira turned around and presented her back to Zane, and as she did so, she wondered if she would ever catch her breath again. She’d seen the desire in his eyes, and although the room held nothing but exercise equipment, she thrilled at the idea of discovering what he planned.

  “Unzip me and unhook the bra,” she said.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  His big, warm fingers landed on her bare shoulders and she shivered as he caressed her upper arms before reaching for the zip and doing as she asked.

  After he complied, she walked across to where she’d been before. Without turning toward him, she shimmied and the skirt fell to her ankles. Bit by bit she slid the top off her shoulders. Then she dispensed with the bra. This time she felt more naked, more exposed. She wore nothing but her pride, a garter belt, stockings and her shoes.

  As she stood mostly naked and vulnerable, he shed his clothes. A stirring bloomed in her belly, a call to renewed need. She thought, with the explosive orgasm she’d experienced not long ago, that she couldn’t become this aroused so fast. As he tossed his expensive jacket on the arm of an exercise bike, undid his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt with relaxed ease, she discovered how wrong she could be. She watched with rapt attention as he removed the shirt and it landed on the jacket.

  Drinking in the sight of warm, male flesh made her lick her lips. Oh yes, she remembered the solidness of his chest, the muscled planes and glorious six-pack stomach. Her gaze followed the arrow of hair as it disappeared into his waistband. As he yanked off his shoes, socks and then shucked his pants and underwear, she held her breath.

  His masculinity, a brawny testament to how much he wanted her, turned her on so much she didn’t think she could stand the long ride toward ecstasy. She needed him now.

  His cock sprung out of lush, dark hair, thick and long. Her mouth watered as she drank in his astounding male perfection. The way he’d disrobed made her excruciatingly aware of her feminine needs and stark possessiveness. She desired to stake a claim on him no other woman could touch. While she knew their lovemaking wouldn’t last beyond this journey through Puerto Azul, she knew this time couldn’t be erased from her mind. All they experienced drew a pattern on her soul and engraved his name in her heart.


  His gaze watched her with pure admiration, gliding with unabashed male interest over her breasts. Her nipples ached with a desire for his touch. Then his attention drifted down to her belly and the hair beneath. Her stomach fluttered as arousal dipped between her legs like a touch and made her throb with liquid yearning. He hardly paused before perusing her legs encased in the stockings.

  His fascination with her legs gave her an idea.

  Maybe remnants of champagne gave her courage, perhaps the devouring look on his face made the difference. Whatever the case, she decided to break all rules, taboos, and self-imposed uptight restraints. Before she moved toward him she reached up and slipped her hands through her hair and allowed strands of the messy tumble to tickle her fingers. Zane watched her keenly, and she saw the power she held to entice him beyond bearing.

  She took a deep breath and ambled toward a big machine with two benches and counterweights between them. For the first time, with her body on display, she didn’t feel as self-conscious as before. Here she became a queen, a goddess with a body that ruled.

  Zane made her feel that way.

  She took a risk. She placed one hand on the metal frame of the weight lifting machine. The other hand she put on her hip. Lifting her leg, she propped her foot on the bench. Cool air brushed her labia and tickled her clit. She inhaled and her mouth popped open as the sensation brushed her tummy and pooled between her legs.

  As if she didn’t have a care in the world, she turned her gaze to Zane. “What do you think? Would you like to work out?”

  His eyes widened, his expression a little stunned at this newfound boldness. Instant gratification made her smile. Excellent.

  “Yeah,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  Muscles rippling, he walked toward her, toys in hand. He stopped in front of her and placed the toys on the opposite bench. When he opened the bag and ripped into a smaller bag containing a butt plug, warmth splintered inside her. She’d never indulged in anal play before. Forbidden excitement warred with horrified fascination. He put the red, flexible jelly butt plug down on the bench, then he dropped to his knees.

  His dark gaze simmered with an unchecked sensuality. “I’m hungry. I think I’ll eat first.”

  Keira’s muscles quivered at the rough need and innuendo in his voice. She held on tight to the machine as he edged between her legs. He clasped her propped-up thigh, and pushed it a little wider.

  As she held her breath in anticipation, he looked up at her and held her gaze. When he smiled the warmth, caring, and hot need in that one glance made her heart melt. Her mind whirled with the realization that her feelings for him grew deeper by the hour.

  Then he clasped her left butt cheek and settled in to feed upon her.

  “Oh, look at this. Sweet and wet.” His tongue slipped over her labia with a slow, luscious lick. “Delicious. Mmmm.”

  She gasped as he tasted her, his tongue an invader with no mercy. Tender folds, ripe with arousal, ached for his touch. She moaned as he investigated her silky juices. He worked the opening to her pussy, drawing his tongue around the outer and inner lips with the precision of a man determined to drive her insane. Each pass of his tongue over swollen tissues made her groan with the sweetest desire she’d experienced in a lifetime.

  The more he licked the faster her breathing became, the more her slick, excited labia pulsed and tingled. He didn’t touch her clit, and she wondered with the exhilaration of a woman on the edge when he would. Zane fed on her forever, his relentless pursuit warming her heart and searing her body.

  When he moved back slightly she groaned in protest. “Don’t stop.”

  “Easy, now. I’m not done. Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you. Something I think you’ll like.”

  She did as told and she heard the bag being shuffled about, the crinkling noise of wrappers being opened. She ached to see what he planned for her, but kept her eyes shut. She felt him behind her, and his warm palm passed over her ass cheeks with a gentle caress.

  “Bend over for a minute,” he said.

  Wondering what he had in mind, her senses screaming for a completion, she bent at the waist. He pressed open her butt cheeks. As something cool and wet probed at her back hole, she clenched up in surprise.

  “Relax,” he said with a smile in his voice.

  His quiet request eased her into the idea. Then she felt the butt plug enter a slight bit and she deliberately relaxed her muscles. With one steady but slow stroke, he slid the plug home until it wedged deep and tight between her ass cheeks. Startled by the pleasure and the ease in which she took the plug, she drew in a deep breath.

  “Hold it inside you.” he asked. “How does that feel?”

  As she straightened, he drew his hand over her waist and returned to kneel in front of her. “It’s incredible. I never thought…”

  She didn’t know what to say.

  “There’s more to come. Close your eyes again.” He got down on his knees in front of her again.

  Within moments she felt something large, hard and wet probing her vagina and realized it was a dildo. She grabbed at his shoulders and he stopped. When she opened her eyes, she saw the intensity in his face, his eyes as he worked the thick dildo into her inch by inch. As the intruder parted Keira’s flesh, she drew in a sharp breath.

  It was good. Not as good as his cock and not even as big, but the relief it gave her sent spirals of taut, incredible pleasure through her she couldn’t deny. She arched against the pressure, drawn into the battle between wanting to come and wanting it to last.

  “That’s it. Take it deep,” he said as he withdrew the dildo almost all the way, then pushed forward.

  He turned the dildo on and the vibration hit her as pleasure rocked in waves, causing her to clench over the objects inside her pussy and in her ass.

  She drew in a swift breath, then moaned. “Zane. Oh, that’s wonderful.”

  He reached around and took hold of the flared base of her butt plug and drew it out a little way, then pushed back in. Nasty enjoyment jumped up and bit her. She wanted to writhe around the double penetration, her senses taking in this new experience with eagerness. All thoughts drifted away as she permitted feeling to take over.

  As Zane worked the butt plug in her ass, moving in and out with steady but tender strokes, she felt her orgasm rising quickly.

  God, I didn’t know what I was missing.

  His tongue lashed at her clit and she groaned with happiness. Yes, oh yes. That’s what she needed. A three-way torment started, designed to drive her out of her mind. As his tongue flicked her clit and ecstasy stung her, he manipulated the butt plug and dildo, fucking both holes with a rhythm gentle and stimulating. She gripped his head as she pushed her hands through his hair. Caressing the silky, thick strands, she hung on as the orgasm rose and spiked high and hard. She shrieked, the unexpected force taking her by surprise and throwing her into the heavens. Breathing heavily, she absorbed the continued thrusts into her vagina and anus as he continued to lick her clit. It was too much, the stimulation too fine. Her hips jerked in his grasp.

  She wanted him deep inside her and said through panting breaths, “You. Now.”

  Without hesitation he drew the toy from her pussy but not the plug in her ass. He brought her against his big body, and his cock, long and hard, pressed her stomach with demand. His mouth captured hers and his tongue plunged inside. She accepted his searching like a starving woman. She explored without remorse as she traced the contours of muscles so strong and fierce. Body strength told a part of his story; his sharp mind and potent personality drew her more than any hunky exterior could.

  When he parted from her, Keira saw the hint of mischief in those mysterious eyes. He sat onto the exercise bench, his back propped against the seat, cock straight up, begging for her attention. The drop of pre-cum from the slit challenged her. She could suck him, lick him until he exploded down her throat. Or she could give him the ride of his life.

  She chose to ride.

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p; Without hesitation she straddled him, and he caught her by the waist. Slowly, exquisitely, she slid down, down. As his cock entered, separating her folds, she murmured a sweet sound of enjoyment.

  “So hot, so hard,” she said, daring to stare into his smoldering eyes.

  He leaned in and licked one nipple, a tantalizing combination of laving and nipping that made her gasp. Each time he drew a tender, aching nipple into his hot mouth, each time he sucked and licked and laved, the ecstasy building in her pussy went up another degree. He ate her with ravenous efficiency, voracious male and tender lover. Seated tight on his solid cock, she savored the mind-melting drag and push of his cock rubbing against her G-spot with gentle thrusts.

  The few men she’d made love with in the past faded from recollection, muted shadows to Zane’s commanding force. His sexuality didn’t ease Keira into love and ecstasy; it propelled, aimed at her heart and removed all doubt. He owned her in a way no one had before, and no one would again. Happiness touched her soul, ripped away the fears she’d suffered.

  She cupped his face as he gripped her waist. She no longer feared looking into his eyes, for all she saw there was ardor, acceptance and unrelenting desire. As the cadence caught her, she soared on the sensation of steely, broad cock pushing high and deep and the plug in her ass adding to staggering pleasure. He pumped his hips and brought more rapture to the dance. She felt the motion in her bones as she bounced on his cock with faster and harder strokes. Sanity hung in the balance, a here and now need that cared nothing about tomorrow.

  Hammering into her pussy with steadily building thrusts, he growled out a command, “Fuck me, honey.”

  His guttural request sent her into frenzy. She rode him faster, driving downward onto his cock until her breathing went frantic, her body shaking with feral need and unstoppable desire. His hands gripped her waist, his fingers tightening almost painfully. Everything became their motion. Everything coalesced inside her, a screaming need to burst free. Breathe coming hard and fast, she tilted her head back and gathered the commotion inside her until she became one with it, inseparable, unstoppable.