Two Hard

by Amy Brent

  “You have no idea how I feel. I would love to put you into my shoes for one day. Let’s see you run and play these games and maybe then you would know what was to feel like you had no choice. You claim that I can leave anytime, but I know that if I did that you would track me down and have me eliminated.” He hated this and the only time that he was let out was when he was taken on assignment to some third world country.

  “I’m done with you for the day. Go and do whatever you want to do. I really don’t want to see you again, until tomorrow.” As a scientist, he wished that his subjects would stay quiet and let him do his work. As a man, there was a small part that pitied Jackson for falling into a military trap. He had openly admitting what he was. That had given the military a license to use him in whatever capacity that they so deemed appropriate.

  “I think that I’ll go over the information that we got on the terrorist chatter. Maybe I can figure something out that the eggheads upstairs haven’t already.” He really just wanted to get out of this room. He put his shirt on and was buttoning up, when he heard through his enhanced hearing that there was a feminine voice nearby. It was like a melody playing in his head. He closed his eyes and smelled the aroma of her perfume assaulting his nostrils. He loved the scent of a woman and it made him hungry for something more than just the rations that they fed him every day.

  Chapter two

  Bethany was walking down the hall with her flaming red hair flowing down over her shoulders in a ponytail. Her 5 foot six frame, 170 pound body was walking with purpose and dedication to her craft. “I’m grateful for the opportunity to help my country in any way that I can. Being recognized for my talents is very much appreciated. I feel that I can be of more use doing something more substantial than looking at video.” She wore a short black skirt with a strategic slit up the side to show off her smooth supple thighs.

  “Miss Mason, your talents have been underutilized. In my opinion, you should’ve been given a lot more freedom than being stuck in a cubicle all day. I went to bat for you and I want to make this very clear from the beginning. Don’t do anything to make me look like a fool. You’ll be working with a very high level member of our team. He has the ability to see things that others don’t.” General Ernest didn’t exactly like having women in the military, but for Bethany, he would make an exception. She had excelled in areas that only computers were being used. Her keen eye for detail and that human equation was something that they couldn’t account for.

  “I’ve gone over Jackson’s file. I see that there are a few discrepancies. He is pretty much a ghost. There is no verification of any kind of home life, before he entered into a contract with the military.” She got no answer for her query and that was par for the course when she was dealing with men that thought they knew better than she did. It wasn’t hard to notice the way that he had ogled her from the moment that they stepped into the elevator together. It didn’t hurt that she had a tendency to wear her blouse with two buttons undone. She did not believe in a bra and her cleavage was her best weapon to distract the men from her real intention.

  “He’s in there and he’s waiting to meet you. You’ll find that he has a one track mind and I would appreciate that you assist him in any way that you can. I have to get back to a luncheon, but I’ll be sure to stop in and see how things are going later. This is very important and the terrorist attack that is imminent needs to be stopped in its tracks. We want to find these people, put them on ice and make sure that they never think about doing something like this again.” General Ernest was a man that knew what it was to command and lead with the need to protect those that were of the innocence. He had the medals adorned on his uniform to signify that he had been through it all in his 30 year career.

  Bethany walked up to the door, before glancing down the hallway at the retreating form of the General. She knew that she was only here, because she had shown them that she was better than any man. Her keen eye for detail and the way that she could use numbers were something that was above and beyond the expectations of those that had followed her career. She never wanted to be out in the field. Danger was best left to those that had ice water running through their veins.

  Taking a deep breath, she smoothed down her skirt and then walked into the room to find a hulking man sitting at the computer with his eyes narrowed. He didn’t seem to be blinking and there was something about his eyes that didn’t seem normal. Every step that she took, she could swear that his eyes were changing color from blue to green and this very odd glowing yellow. It had to be the trick of the light, as it was the only way that she could explain how this was possible.

  She felt like his tongue was too big for his mouth. His shoulders and his strong back through that black pullover shirt had given him the look of a real man that could sweep her off her feet. She was no lightweight and this man could easily manhandle her in a way that she had never been accustomed to. Knowing that she was flushing, she decided that it would be best to button up those two buttons that had been undone. It wasn’t going to hide the fact that she had turned a crimson color. Her legs were shaking and she felt that her pulse had quickened.

  “I’m sure that you have a reason for staying there and staring at me like that. We don’t have time for your uncontrollable infatuation. We have work to do and I’ve heard from reliable sources that you know what you’re doing.” He wasn’t even looking at her, but he could smell her and felt his libido begin to rise to a crescendo. His body was made to deny himself these kinds of pleasures, but she was a story on to herself.

  “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to stare, but you are amazing.” She didn’t mean to gush, but her body and her head were now struggling to find some way to keep her sexual overtures to a bare minimum. She was never shy and she had learned that there was no reason to cower in front of those that were of authority. Growing up, she had learned to have a thick skin and to endure the bullying and ridicule of her classmates. It made her tougher and she used her sexuality and her curves to play men like they were a musical instruments.

  “I don’t blame you. It happens all the time. It’s something that I have to get used to.” He swiveled his chair in her direction and came face to face with her bountiful bosom. Those melons were ones that he would have liked to scale to the top and plant his flag in between. His cock began to stir to life, thumping a beat against his underwear. “Oh my…what exactly do we have here?” He didn’t mean to sound like a callous individual, but his animal instincts were coming out to smack the taste out of his human ones.

  “My name is Bethany Mason and you are Jackson. According to your file, you have no last name and maybe that has been redacted for the sake of National Security. You must be very important. I’ve heard your name spoken in hushed tones. Women talk about you like you’re some kind of god. I always thought that they were exaggerating.” She licked her lips, feeling parched and in need of something to quench that thirst. Seeing the water on his table, she snatched it up and downed half of it.

  Jackson watched, as she drank from it, her chest pushed out and the large fat nipples making an outline through her blouse. If he were a bull, he would’ve attacked her, not only because of the color of her blouse was red, but her lips were like a magnet. He couldn’t stop looking at her body and the hard packed ass that was encased inside that tight little black skirt. Biting his lip, he tried to close his eyes and envision anything that wasn’t sexual.

  “Obviously, we have some kind of chemistry together. I’m not exactly shy, but I think that we should keep this strictly professional.” Her words would have held more power, had she not been looking at the object that had become quite pronounced through his pants. “I don’t think that there’s any room for something of a physical relationship with the both of us.” She heard what she was saying, but she knew that she was lying through her teeth. She could easily slide sensuously into his lap, lifting her skirt and then pulling her panties. She could let him feel the hot wetness that would slide along the length of
his hot flesh.

  “I agree with you and this should be strictly business.” He wanted to rip open her blouse and bury his head in her cleavage. He had this need to push her breasts together and fuck them, until he was unloading all over them and her face. He felt the heat and one hand began to show signs of the animal within. He concentrated and was barely able to contain that part of himself. “We should get to work and stop this silly nonsense of being awkward teenagers in high school.” He could almost feel her lips sliding down his meat stick. It was 8 inches, but when his animal was unleashed, he would grow another inch and become thicker than the average man.

  He had learned through manual manipulation that he could abstain for hours on end. When he couldn’t take it any more, his shower of cream would be with such force that it would almost reach the ceiling on the first burst. It left him frazzled, satisfied and completely satiated for the time being. It would only last a few days, before he would have to take matters into his hands again. He had been with one mate a few years ago, but since joining the service, he had been literally off the market.

  She sat beside him and being this close had really begun to take its toll on the both of them. They were constantly looking at each other from the corner of their eyes, not realizing that the other was doing the exact same thing. They could’ve easily thrown caution to the wind, jumped each other’s bones, but they were doing everything that they could not to go down that road.

  Bethany was doing it, because she didn’t want to give the impression that she was some kind of slut. Jackson was doing it, because he knew that if he allowed himself to peak sexually that he would become too much for her to handle. That would lead to a possible revelation on the military’s part and that in itself would have put them both in grave danger. Only those that were authorized were to know his secret. Anybody else would be considered a liability.

  “This is all very fascinating, but I think that we should concentrate our efforts on the three suspects. It appears that they are the ones that are ultimately responsible for the chatter on the dark web. They tried to hide their true intentions with code words. I don’t know about you, but I can see through their ruse like a cheap suit. They talked like they are conducting business, but the numbers are what I believe to be coordinates for the attack.” She never knew how she got this gift, but she was willing to use it for the safety of those that were oblivious to the dangers all around them.

  “I was thinking the same thing. This man in particular seems to be the mastermind. I’ve run his voice and his words through a program of my own making. I verified that he’s the one that is in control and that he uses others like puppets on a string. He never does his own dirty work and when he mentions that he sends out for dry cleaning, it clearly means that the time to strike is now.” She was fascinated by how his mind worked. He had a different way of looking at things, almost in the same way that she did.

  Bethany was shocked that he was able to beat her to the punch. They worked famously together, but it was going to take hours of painstaking work to figure out where the attack was going to take place.

  Chapter three

  5 hours of staring at the screen and listening to chatter had given them a good idea of what the target was going to be. At first, they believed that it was another run at New York, but this time it appeared that they were concentrating their efforts on Washington, DC itself. “I can’t believe that they have in their possession a weapon that is undetectable my everyday radar.” Jackson was able to break the code and was now reading the contents of said letter that was sent by Abdul. He was the mastermind and his disciples were now going to take the fight to the enemy that they knew.

  “I’m going to give a call to General Ernest.” The very name sent a cold chill down Jackson’s spine. He was the one that was keeping him here. Every time that he mentioned that he wanted to leave, the General would show him the door, but not before he indicated without saying it outright that his life wouldn’t be worth anything. It was a veiled threat and one that was made to make him stay the course.

  “Oh my god, I think that we figured this out.” She turned to Jackson and threw her arms around his neck. She was happy and pressing her body up against his was a good way to show it. She never meant to take it that far. They stared at each other, before jumping into something that was probably ill advised. They kissed deeply with their tongues striving to ignite those nerve endings inside each others mouths.

  She pulled away and saw that she had marked her territory with her lipstick on his mouth. She reached for the bottom of his black pullover and pulled it up over his head with a gasp of approval from seeing the muscles that he had developed over the years. He was built like what a man should be made from, but he had taken it to a whole different level. Those muscles gleamed in her eyes and she scratched at them with her fingernails.

  He shivered to the grazing touch of her nails. Her touch caused Goosebumps to appear on his skin like magic. He suddenly found himself grabbing for her blouse, whipping it wide open and exposing her healthy chest to his starving eyes. Those nipples were made to be bitten and he was about to do exactly that.

  It was bad enough that she was irresistible, but his mating urged had only grown exponentially over the last few days. With her right here in front of him, it was like dangling a piece of meat in front of an animal. He buried his head in her cleavage, licking a straight line of moisture through the valley. He lifted her with ease onto the conference table in the middle of the room.

  “I know this is wrong, but it feels so right. Jackson, you are a magnificent specimen that needs to be appreciated.” She watched him with bated breath, as he stripped out of his defenses. His underwear was pulled down with a desperate need to free his loins from the prison. He straddled her and placed his elongated piece of meat into the valley of moisture that he had already made. “I see what you have in mind. I think that we are of like mind. I’ve only done this a few times, but each time is better than the first.” She was firm and was able to fold her breasts over the hot dip stick in between.

  “Speak for yourself… I’ve never done this before, but I’ve always wanted to” driving forward, he slid along his own spit, but that was soon combined with a healthy dose of his own sweet precum. Every time that it emerged from the top, her tongue was there to whitewash over the top of him. It made him grunt in reply, feeling slightly insane and knowing that he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself without covering her breasts in a healthy helping of his offering.

  “Jackson, you are a kinky little bastard, but I think that I can get used to something like that.” His hand was now behind him, finding her sopping panties and pulling them to the side. She knew that his finger was a pale comparison to what was striking up against her chin on each stroke through her breasts. The friction alone was causing her to drip noticeably and he was tracing that slick opening with his finger. “Go ahead and put the fuck in already.” She was not above directing the action. She had learned that a woman needs to tell a man what to do, in order to get exactly what she wants. “Yes…get that finger in deep and get me ready for another one. I want you to prepare me to get fucked by this hard piece of pipe between my breasts.” She gave him an extra special treat, pulling her breast up to her mouth, so that she could encompass the nipple with her own mouth. She slathered around the tip and then did the same thing to the other one. He was sitting there with his cock bobbing up and down.

  “You have no idea what that does to me.” She went back to giving him that snug fit. He was moving a little quicker and she was about to stop him, when the knob began to swell to a giant proportion. It was bigger than the shaft and then suddenly it began to squirt like a fire hose. Her mouth was open in invitation. The first jet cascaded over her tongue and into the back of her mouth. She was slightly shocked, but she still remained in the moment with him firing off into her mouth. Some of it went down over her chin with the rest all over her tits. Some of his hot cream clung to her nipples.

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p; “I’m sorry… I sometimes can’t help myself.” He noticed that his voice had changed and that his mouth felt full of cotton. He turned his face away from her, lifting his hand and feeling the sharp ends of his newly formed bear teeth coming to the surface. “I can’t do this…you don’t know what you are getting yourself into.” He dragged his cock through the mess that he made, jumping back off the table and walking back to the door. His cock was hanging at half mast. His entire body was now trying its best to turn from human to bear.

  Bethany was angry. He had gotten his and she was almost there, when he took away the prize. She lay there on her elbows to watch him standing at the door grunting and looking like some kind of hunchback of Notre dame. The stuff that he had just deposited was congealing into a paste. She would have to wash off in the shower.

  She thought that he would come back after composing himself, but he did not move from the spot that he was in. She slid across the table on her ample bare ass, until she landed on her feet. She looked down at the sticky residue and saw that none of it was moving anymore. It was dried. His whole body was on edge from feeling his cock going off like Mount Vesuvius.

  “Jackson. We obviously have something here and for you to turn away only makes me think that you are out for yourself. I didn’t take you for being that kind of guy, but maybe I misread the signals. It wouldn’t be the first time that a man tried to use me for their own pleasure. I use the word tried, because I’ve always been able to see through their bull shit. With you it was different and maybe I need to fine tune my radar a little bit more. If you aren’t going to take care of me, then you better move away from that door, so that I can go to my room and do it myself. It won’t be the same.” She tried to push past him, but he was made of something that was unmovable. She twisted her hands around his waist and pulled with all of her might, but still there was no give. The room was dimly lit with fluorescent bulbs, but she could swear that there was hair on his back that wasn’t there before. It was thick and coarse like that of an animal and not of a man at all.