I face him again and see a small grin on his face. “What? You think this is funny? Because it’s not.” I poke his chest with my index finger, and he catches it in his hand before I can pull it to safety.
“We’re going to switch you to decaf from now on,” he jokes, holding my finger hostage. I open my mouth to protest, but he places my finger over my lips. “I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
I frown, but gradually nod. I’d trust him even if he was the bounty hunter hauling me to the FBI. I shouldn’t, but I do.
“Okay, good.” He drops my hand, only to lace his arm around my waist. “We shouldn’t be out in the open.”
Dragging me into the room, he slides the door shut. I’m amazed at how much smaller the room is with him inside. He fills the space awkwardly with his height and build, but also makes me seem small, which I adore.
“Eat your bagel,” he softly commands as he sits on the bed.
I join him, reluctantly sinking my teeth into the bagel instead of him.
“We’re in Colorado heading up the western rail system that leads to California. I assume we’ll get off somewhere in between.”
“What do you mean?” I finish half the bagel. Not astounding, I’m hungry and not purely for food. Watching Dylan’s lips move lethargically makes it worse. His dark green pullover jacket and faded blue jeans skillfully fit him. Both items swell in the right places and make me think of anything but travel plans.
“We’re meeting someone on the train. They’ll give us the next route.” He wipes a smudge of cream cheese from my lip with his thumb. I expect him to smear it on his pant leg, but he licks it off instead. “I should get a call today.”
He keeps rambling on about his buddy or whatever, but my attention isn’t on the conversation. I’m lost in his stimulating blue eyes and his lips. My eyes dart between them while I inch closer to where he sits. His beard hides more of his lips than I care for.
“Is Dylan your given name or one you created?” I voice the question which has haunted me since his Russian whisper in Verde.
He pauses his lips and meets my gaze. “Does it matter?”
Good question. It really doesn’t matter though I’m curious of his true identity. The agency will want to know as much as possible about the members I’ve encountered.
I study his solid features. His eyes are guarded, making it impossible to read him. If I answer incorrectly, he may get suspicious which would be a disaster.
“You learned all there is to know about me. It’s only fair you divulge your name.”
The tall man studies me carefully, trying to determine a farce. His eyes lower to my mouth as I finish the remainder of my bagel.
“I’ll tell you this much,” he starts with a smile. “My name indeed starts with a ‘D’.” I frown, but he shrugs. “Sorry, Mishka. It’s all you get.”
Hmm, well two can play this game. The man whose name starts with a ‘D’ goes back to discussing the upcoming strategy so I dip my finger in the strawberry cream. He doesn’t realize what I’m doing which is fine with me. He can keep moving those lips, lulling me without a second care.
At long last, he offers me a quizzical lift of his left eyebrow. “What’re you doing?”
I slide to his lap, startling him, and slather the cream cheese on his lips. If he won’t tell me what I want to know, I’ll force it out of him.
“You talk too much.”
He begins licking the cream off, but I swat at him. “No, that’s my job.” I lean forward and delicately flick my tongue over his lips, clearing some of the strawberry concoction.
His body eagerly responds beneath the seat of my jeans. Encouraged, I suck on his bottom lip, taking my time to free it from the pink cream. He wraps his hands around my waist then under my ass when I move to his top lip. His large hands mold to me as though they were made for each other.
“Maybe I should talk too much more often,” his rough voice slashes into the air.
“Only if I can shut you up.” I nibble at the corner of his mouth.
He traces my upper lip with his tongue. “If this is how you’ll do it, then I’ll gladly pester you.”
Before I can speak, he swallows my words. His tongue clashes with mine, the taste of strawberry overwhelming my mouth. Nothing tastes as good as Dylan. He deepens the kiss, making me wonder how I ever kissed any man but him.
Tersely, he pulls back. “But if you think this will get my real name, you’re in for disappointment.”
Reviewing his glossy eyes, I grind my body against his lap. His deep growl boosts my advance into overdrive, and I ravage his lips. The sounds he makes intrigue me the more I hear them.
Beneath me, his member desperately tries to free from the confines, so I pop the jean’s button and slide down the zipper. Slipping my hand into his boxers, I shiver at his heated groin.
Dylan groans against me when I reach his protruding cock. His sounds are so sexy. I wish I could bottle them. I’d make millions with his low, manly moan. It floods my thong the instant it reaches my ears. It’s too easy to lose myself in him. My alternative motive dissipates when his hands glide up my shirt and my bra vanishes without resistance. My shirt is next, which he tears off like it’s on fire.
“You’re gorgeous. You know that, right?” he whispers, tracing my breasts with his hands. I inhale sharply when he twists my nipples, teasing me. “I could look at you forever and never tire of any of your curves.”
His breath trickles down my neck, and I circle my fingers around his throbbing thickness. I want him so much it’s agonizing. The level of my desire for him sends shock waves through my brain.
“I’m going to ruin you for any other man.” He nips my neck, and I lean into him. “You won’t even want to look at another man.”
Oh, he’s already done that. It happened the instant he fucked me. All other men are secondary to Dylan.
He leans me down on the bed, his hands decisively cupping my ass. He pulls at my jeans, unbuttons them, and then tosses the useless artifact aside. All that’s left is my blue thong. I grab his jeans and tear them down along with his boxers. He eases his member along my stomach, coaxing for my reaction. His penetrating gaze lowers over my body and he focuses on my ample breasts.
“I think I’m good with that,” I breathe when he catches a nipple between his teeth. I can’t let him discover the power he has over me. I don’t know what will happen if he does.
He flicks his tongue along my bud then bites it. My back arches in response, but he pins me back to the flannel sheets.
“That’s not what I want to hear,” he rumbles. He envelopes my breast in his sizzling mouth and slips his hand down my underwear in one swift move.
I don’t know which to react to first. His tongue swirls around my tight nipple, and he suckles until I squirm beneath him. His fingers, on the other hand, sweetly torment me as he gently pleasures my clit, enticing me to let my passion free. Coming up for air, he blows a cool breath on my ravished breast. It pebbles more, and I whimper at my response.
“Okay, I’m more than good with it,” I manage before he slides down my body and positions himself at my entrance. His strawberry laced breath transcends the sheer underwear and my anticipation heightens.
Provocatively, Dylan sinks his teeth into the fabric and pulls until I’m completely exposed to him.
“Still not good enough,” he states, kissing my inner thigh. Scooping me down to the edge of the bed, he divulges his tongue between my legs, lapping me with hunger.
I jolt at his purposeful intrusion, but he holds me firmly in place. He’s not giving me the chance to abscond. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, he plunges deeper. I lose my breath from the sensations he sends spiraling into my body.
When his teeth graze my bud, I clutch the cheap bedsheet. His tongue, so agile and disciplined, moves with deadly precision. I let my head flop backwards. I can’t watch as he so effortlessly makes me come undone.
My eyes slide closed as my body
binges in warmth under his care. He’s making me orgasm more than I think is humanly possible.
“Dammit!” I cry out his name as my desire spills over, but he doesn’t relent. He stays securely in my core, engulfing my nectar with his mouth. That act alone makes my spasm continue. The familiar black dots dance across my vision.
“Ohhh, fuck, Dylan!” I moan, drifting from my high.
How the hell am I supposed to ever top that? No amount of sex, drugs, or alcohol will ever replicate the sensations he creates in me. He’s a fucking devil. I was trying to steal information so he seduced me with his extremely fuckable body. I lower my eyes to him. His metallic blues are fixed on me. They’re so filled with lust, so alert to my body and so ready to devour every inch of me.
“How could I ever want another man? He would pale in comparison to you,” I declare, gasping for breath. I’ll give him the answer he desires since every syllable is the truth.
Dylan offers me a satisfied grin and slowly climbs on top of me. His delicious body mingles with mine, and I tremble recalling what he’ll do now. How he’ll innately devour my every fiber until all I see is him.
No, I honestly don’t believe I can ever want another man after the man whose name starts with ‘D’. Dick would be appropriate, but only in the orgasmic way. Fuck it! I don’t care at the moment. Other men won’t know what to do with me. How to touch to make it pulsate throughout my entire frame or how to know what I want even before I know it myself.
“I’d say you’re lying, but I can see the truth written on your face,” he remarks, planting a kiss on my neck.
Snaking my legs around his waist, I catch his face with my hands and bring his lips closer until they are only a breath away from mine. I gaze into his eyes, memorizing their unique hue.
“I admit,” I begin, licking his bottom lip. “I don’t want any other man.”
Dylan catches my lip with his teeth then gradually drops it. My stomach jumbles at the way he pines at me. He nuzzles his nose against mine.
“Show me,” he orders in a quiet voice. He kisses me unhurried as if to enchant my sole essence.
I can’t contain my longing to sense him inside me. Tilting the lower half of my body, I maneuver his cock until it lingers at my entrance. It twitches against me, teasing me. I thrust my hips again, this time encompassing his girth to my impatient body. He slides in without struggle as my core drips with desire.
Dropping our kiss, he lets out a husky groan. “Damn, you’re so wet for me.”
I revolve my hips, sheathing him deeper. I watch in delight as his eyes close and his brow furrows. He’s trying to hold it in. I’ve fucked him enough times to memorize his facial expressions. There’s nothing more stimulating than a man with a thirst for sex, and Dylan is the master.
Clutching his face, I pull it to me. I want to make him feel half the delightful torture he causes each time his skin meets mine. I thrust my tongue in his mouth the same second I sway my hips. Fervently, he matches my kiss, deepening it. He rocks into me, slowly at first as he enjoys entering me over and over. I love the way his sack slaps my ass to the rhythm of our act. He pulls out and teases my clit with his tip. His eyes haze in passion as I wriggle beneath him.
I’ve had enough of this agony. I want him in me, prodding hard and even. No more mischief from him. It’s my turn. Using his weight against him, I roll us over until I’m on top.
“I’m just beginning,” I promise, breaking free from our lip lock. I stare down at him. His eyes shimmer with lust, but he remains complacent, waiting for me to take the lead.
Spotting a silk scarf in the opened bag next to the bed, I reach down and pluck it free. A devilish expression registers over his face. He retreats his hands from my sides and raises them above his head. His muscles strain beautifully at his movement.
“And I don’t even need to tell you what to do,” I tease, looping the scarf tight around his wrists. If he wanted to break free, he could, but I know he won’t.
“Just wait until you’re under these,” he threatens with a delicious grin. He leans up and whispers, “You’ll wish you never found that scarf.”
Delirious chills run down my spine, but I use them to my advantage. Straddling him, I snake my index finger down his chest. His muscular body beckons for my lips, so I comply. Lowering my head, I inhale his fresh scent. I waggle my tongue down his chest, leaving a trail of wet, dark curls in my wake. By the look in his eyes, he wants much more. His blue depths beg me to head south until my mouth collides with his strained manhood.
Without hesitation, I slink down his body, dragging my nails along his bare chest lightly dotted with curls. When I reach his cock, I swirl my tongue over the tip, tasting him.
“Mmm, tastes like candy,” I purr, meeting his gaze. His usually clear eyes scream explicit urges. His breathing staggers and goosebumps cover his naked form.
“How bad do you want me?” I ask, taking his tip in my mouth.
He thrusts his hips in response, but I don’t allow any more of him between my lips. I suck harder on his tip, and he sharply inhales. “Ohhh, damn, Mishka.”
When I engulf him entirely into my warmth, I glance up to see him pulling at his restraints. His response turns me on more, so I gently cup his sack in my hand. I stroke him with my fingers and coax his cock until he is so hard his moans are now ones of pain. I slide him into my mouth until his length is as wet as my core. His legs waver around me. He’s barely holding back, which shoots more delight throughout my body.
“I’m going to lose it all if you keep going like this,” he notifies through shallow breaths.
I pause with my lips lingering on his drenched member. It is tempting to suck him until he comes in my mouth. I shiver with desire. But teasing can be done at a later time. I need fucked. “We can’t have that,” I reply, climbing back onto him.
He flexes at the scarf, but his hands remain over his head. He likes it as much as me. I catch his lips between mine and am surprised at his animalistic reaction. He immediately devours me with his tongue, stealing my breath. He lets out a groan and nips my lip.
In one smooth move, I impale my body with his long shaft. Foreign sounds of delight emit from my mouth. My throaty moans entice him more, causing his hips to thrust into me harder.
Relentlessly pushing my body against him, I swallow his shaft with my body. With my right hand, I press his tied hands onto the bed while my left toys with his nipple. My breasts swing over his mouth, urging for his touch. I gasp in glee when he bites them as I ride.
His kisses become volatile the more I grind. He leans up, uncontrollably searching for my lips. I can’t negate him, so I meet his kiss. His one-track mind to please me plus our intense bodily friction creates my unravelling.
“God, yessss!” I moan as the orgasm spreads through my nerves. He lifts me up and down his cock, prolonging my ecstasy.
As I float back to reality, a noise meets my ears. It sounds like something rattling nearby. I glance over to the door and see the knob jiggling. Thinking fast, I slap my hand over Dylan’s mouth.
“Someone is trying to get in,” I inform, untying his hands.
Dylan springs up and reaches under the bed. Neither of us have time to wrap a sheet, much less clothes around our bodies. He reveals a gun and pushes me until I stand behind him. I scramble away as the door swings open.
“Drop it!” Dylan’s deep voice directs.
The intruder’s face goes from cheery to grim when he scans Dylan’s lack of attire and lingering state of excitement. “I imagined a more appropriate visit, but I’m always up for a threesome,” Nickolas joshes cynically.
Dylan maintains his hold on the gun until Nickolas shoves his sidearm into the holster in the small of his back. Once done, Dylan slowly lowers his arm and places his gun on the bed.
“I don’t share,” he tosses back, keeping me as hidden as possible with his body. “Unlike some people.”
I’m oddly astonished at his protectiveness towards me. After a
ll, I am his job. I quickly slip on my clothes and listen as they toss irony around in Russian. The language soothes me for some reason.
“Well, I try not to either, but here we are. Both of us fucking the same woman,” Nickolas collaborates.
I sneak a glance to Nickolas. He seems pissed and equally uncomfortable with Dylan’s state of undress. Despite the circumstances, he glances over the other man’s body as if to compare.
“No, we’re not. You kept her hidden away in Colorado under my protection,” Dylan points out and Nickolas squints his eyes. “You told me to take care of her.”
“I meant her safety, not her sexual wellness,” Nickolas spits back. “That’s what I’m for.”
Dylan pulls on his pants. “I bet you can’t make her come once.”
Nickolas’s face turns murderous. Dylan’s words spur him on and now he wants a fight. I can’t say I blame him. Dylan is gloating about fucking me. He’s also poking at his bear of an employer.
In all honesty, I should be the one answering Dylan’s taunt, not Nickolas. Obviously, both men are superb in bed but for various reasons. I size them up as they scowl at each other. They possess the physique I crave, but where cocks are concerned, Dylan ruined me and holds every advantage over Nickolas.
If Nickolas is here, he’s ready to take me home. To his home and to his bed. It was our agreement after all. I am a woman of my word. I’ll not go back on it. Even if Dylan scarred my flesh to him.
I eye the gun on the bed then to the men. It’d be so much simpler if I just shot them. Instead, I listen as they bicker back and forth. They toss any insult they can think of while I stand here like a fool. A drink would be nice right about now. Perhaps a daiquiri or mojito to cut the edge. I could go for half a bottle of vodka.
“Both of you shut it,” I interrupt when I notice Dylan clench his hand into a fist. As entertaining as watching them duke it out would be, I deserve to know the next set of events.
“What the hell are we doing? Is there a plan or are we going to live on the train the rest of our lives?”
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