Hero Undercover: 25 Breathtaking Bad Boys

by Annabel Joseph

  Then Patrick smacked her enflamed ass and commanded, “Come, precious.”

  The spank reverberated, resonating with his thrusting shaft as it smacked the lip of her womb.

  “Mmm, mmm,” she screamed around Nick’s cock as she came apart at the seams. Her pussy clamped around Patrick’s cock and her body quaked as she came. Then Patrick withdrew from her pussy and Nick pulled her head up until her face was in front of his. Nick kissed her, and his kiss was a mirror image of how he had fucked her mouth, with no restraint, telling her he was all in. She whimpered against his lips and found herself returning his potent kiss.

  Then Patrick pulled her hair and tilted her head back. His mouth claimed hers but was all seduction. His tongue sought out hers for a heady duel that left her breathless and eager for more.

  Patrick broke their kiss as Nick said, “Precious, I’m going to fuck that sweet ass of yours.”

  She glanced at Nick’s engorged cock and whimpered.

  “It will fit, I plan to take my time with that tight little hole,” Nick murmured, his hand stroking his staff.

  They kept her arms and hands in the restraints as they re-positioned her body. Patrick lay on the couch and she was placed over his legs so she was straddling them with her face hovering above his dick. Then Nick sidled up behind her, lifting her ass up in the air. Cool gel lubricant was poured over her rosette and she hissed as Nick’s fingers probed her anal passage. He started with two fingers, pressing them past her taut muscles. She groaned gutturally in the back of her throat.

  “Suck Patrick’s cock while I get your sweet ass prepped,” Nick ordered.

  Patrick guided her mouth onto his cock. His shaft was just as long as Nick’s but not nearly as wide. Sherry could actually deep-throat his staff with ease, and before long Patrick was groaning as he pumped himself in her mouth.

  Nick added a third digit and then a fourth, working them inside her ass until he was sawing them back and forth without obstruction. The sound of a foil packet ripping was music to her ears. Then the thick, full head of his cock was placed at the entrance to her back channel and she whimpered around Patrick’s dick.

  “Easy, precious. Deep breaths, relax into it,” Nick commanded and pressed forward.

  Oh, fuck me!

  Pain arced along her spine as he penetrated her an inch and she clamped her mouth around Patrick’s dick. And then Nick withdrew and thrust again, going a little deeper, stretching her anal passage. It felt like she was being ripped in two. She whimpered at the stinging pain.

  Then Nick’s fingers moved over her clit as he pushed forward just a little further. The wicked pleasure combined with the pain shifted her whimpers of distress into moans of pleasure. Sherry wasn’t certain how much time passed before Nick was fully embedded in her rear. He never stopped stroking her clit as he thrust until his balls pressed against her crease.

  Nick hissed. “I knew your ass was perfect for me, precious. Fuck, you feel good clamping around my dick. And now,” he bent forward slightly, “I plan to fuck you until your legs damn near fall off.”

  As if on cue, Nick began thrusting and withdrawing, filling her ass to the point of pleasure pain. Patrick pumped his hips beneath her mouth, and she sucked him. Nick dug his fingers into her hips and set a brutal pace. When he professed that he was going to fuck her, he meant it. He jack-hammered his cock into her passage, her channel gripping and squeezing him as he plunged.

  “Hold up, Nick, I need to be inside her sweet cunt,” Patrick said, pulling his dick from her mouth. Patrick rolled a condom down over his length and then, with his cock still embedded in her rear, Nick helped move her forward until they were lined up with Patrick chest to chest. Patrick fit his crest in her pussy and rolled his hips.

  If Sherry thought she was full before with Nick’s huge cock in her ass, the feeling of both men inside her, the double penetration… Sweet heavens! Nick’s cock made her pussy taut around Patrick’s rod and she whined. Patrick pulled her close until she was flush against his chest and then they moved.

  Oh god!

  Her body spiraled and spasmed. Nick and Patrick were not gentle and she loved every damn minute of it. She mewled in a constant stream as they pounded their cocks inside her. She was babbling and begging them to let her come but it fell on deaf ears. Instead they increased their pace, pistoning in and out of her body, ramming their lovely cocks inside her as if they wanted to become a part of her.

  Nick and Patrick fucked her with determination and, Christ, a stamina she didn’t think was possible.

  “Sirs, please,” she begged.

  “Come.” Nick smacked her ass as he slid home and it set off a chain reaction.

  “Oh, Sirs!” She screamed. Her ass and pussy vibrated and clenched as sonic booms detonated in her body.

  Their grunts became louder as they thrust, neither man caring for finesse any longer but in an all-out race to the finish line. As they thrust, her body exploded again and again. She was climaxing to the point where she saw stars behind her closed eyelids.

  “Precious!” Nick roared and pummeled her ass as he came.

  “Fuck yeah, oh fuck,” Patrick bellowed, his cock straining, thudding her pussy walls as he climaxed.

  Sherry’s body rippled with aftershocks and she felt herself sliding into the hazy realm of afterglow. She was aware of them moving her body. Cleaning her up between her thighs and then moving her into some heavenly softness. But her limbs were so heavy she could barely move and she gave herself into their care.

  Chapter 2

  Patrick started awake to his phone buzzing. Slipping from bed and taking his phone with him, he answered as soon as he was clear of the bedroom. The last thing he wanted was for Sherry to overhear. It would blow their cover. As it was, bringing her here, to their place, had been a risk.

  “Agent Manning, talk to me,” he said into his phone.

  “Agent. The reports you forwarded yesterday are unsettling,” Director Joaquin Cruz said. The director was the man who had recruited him and Nick a decade ago as each of them had been ending their last tours of duty. Patrick liked the craggy, hardnosed ex-general quite a bit.

  Patrick ascended the stairs to their control room on the second floor, punched in his code, and entered their command center. It held banks of computers, shelves full of all the latest high-tech gadgets, and an ammunitions closet that had about every weapon imaginable—and then some—that the general public didn’t have access to.

  “That’s what Santos and I thought as well, sir. We might need more manpower down here if we are going to smoke them out,” Patrick said. The nearer they got to the trafficking ring, the more help they were going to need.

  “I’m aware of that. We do have a few operatives you don’t know about already at work, and it’s better you don’t know who they are.”

  “With McTavish’s help in insinuating Santos and myself on the island, I think we will find them,” Patrick replied, confident that they were nearing the hub of activity on the case. They were damn close to figuring out the point of departure.

  “I agree, which is why I haven’t re-assigned you two. There’s a hurricane headed for the island. Get yourselves to the shelter on Nassau, and use that time as the storm abates to figure out precisely where the disappearances are occurring.”

  “I concur, sir. Santos and I will be on it. A hurricane, you said?”

  “Yep. Catalina changed her course overnight and looks about to hit your island dead on.”

  “Thanks, sir. We will get to work.”

  “I look forward to your report, Agent. Keep your ears to the ground and stay safe.”

  “Will do,” Patrick said and Director Cruz ended the call.

  “Problem?” Nick asked, waltzing into their command room.

  Patrick loved the work they did. From the different gadgets he could use, to discovering the thread of a lead, pulling on it, and figuring out how deep it went.

  “Other than Catalina decided to be a fickle bitch an
d change course overnight?” Patrick said, a bit chagrined. Every time they had a lead, they ended up getting stymied by outside interference.

  “Shit. Just when we were getting close, too.”

  “I know. Cruz wants us in the shelter on Nassau and while we are there we are to use our time to investigate.”

  “That we can do. How do we keep Sherry out of it?” Nick asked. “Cause I’m not sure that we will be able to if she is staying with us for the next week.”

  Patrick didn’t want Sherry anywhere near this investigation. Most of the women who’d disappeared fit her description. “We have to hide it, dude. You know that as well as I do. She can’t know what we are or it would put her at risk.”

  “How do we keep her safe? I don’t like the fact that she matches so many of the missing women’s images.”

  “By never letting her out of our sight while we are on Nassau. I don’t like it either, but I doubt they will be able to move anyone during a hurricane. I’ll take our boat and dock it in the small inlet bay Jared mentioned, then I will meet you with Sherry at one of the boats to head to Nassau.”

  “Good plan. I still don’t like lying to her, Trick. I want to keep her,” Nick said with a determined look on his face. He looked like a kid who’d found a prize and would fight anyone who tried to take it from him. Patrick loved the guy, and didn’t want to hurt him, especially considering his past history with women, but they had to be practical. In their line of work, dating was difficult at best, having a relationship was damn near impossible.

  “I don’t either, but it’s what we do for the job, man. It’s better if she doesn’t know. And we’ll have to see about keeping her. As much as I enjoy the hell out of her, she’s quite the handful, and I’m not sure we have the time to dedicate past a week. We don’t even know if Cruz will keep us here or re-assign us somewhere like Indonesia.”

  “I know. You ever get tired of this lifestyle?” Nick asked, his puffed up pride obviously deflated a bit.

  Did he? All the time. But he had made a promise to Caroline twenty years ago, and he didn’t intend to let his baby sister down. “Some. But do you honestly ever see yourself living a civilian life after everything we’ve witnessed, everything we’ve had to do to survive?”

  “Point taken. Although I do think about it some. A house near water, a wife, maybe a few kids. Maybe I’m just starting to feel my age,” Nick said with poignancy and utter sincerity. Patrick knew he was more than just thinking about it sometimes. Nick wanted it something fierce.

  “Aren’t we all, my friend. Let’s go wake our little sub and get a move on,” Patrick said, clamping a hand on Nick’s shoulder as he passed, trying to give him some sort of reassurance, perhaps let him know he wasn’t alone. There were times, and days when Patrick thought about it a lot, too. But a house on Mulberry with a wife and two point five kids wasn’t in the cards for him.

  “After you,” Nick said, following him down the stairs.

  Sherry slid back underneath the sheets, her heart hammering in her chest. What had she just heard? What were Nick and Patrick up to? And why were they planning on keeping it from her? Were they drug dealers? She’d only caught the last half of their conversation from her perch mid-way up the stairs. The door to the room had been left cracked open.

  They didn’t intend to keep her past the week of her punishment. Sherry wished she could say she was surprised, but she wasn’t. She knew she was willful and obstinate at times, but that didn’t make her any less worthwhile. Maybe she just needed to stop trying so hard. Everyone else seemed to be able to find a suitable partner but her.

  But why did this one ache?

  She thought Jared tossing her aside for anything else with tits had been bad, but this one burned. She wiped away the few tears that had escaped against the pillow. The mattress depressed beside her and a hand drew the sheet down, exposing her naked form.

  “Precious,” Nick murmured, his voice thick with seductive undertones.

  She cursed herself when her body purred at Nick’s hand as it slid over her abdomen.

  “It’s time to wake up.”

  His long fingers sought out her sex, and stroked over her crease. Her eyes flashed open and she moaned as he flicked her sensitive nub.

  “That’s it, precious. I find I have a need for this pretty pussy of yours this morning, but it will need to be a quickie. I promise to take more time with you after we get to a storm shelter.”

  She played it cool and asked, “Why are we heading to a storm shelter?”

  “Jared’s called for the evac of the island with Hurricane Catalina looking to make a direct hit. Not to worry, I would never let anything happen to you.”

  She nodded.

  Maybe she was playing with fire, but considering the sexual drought she’d just survived, she wasn’t going to turn either Dom down. At least, not until she left, but they didn’t need to know that.

  Nick’s lips came down over hers and she moaned into his mouth as he penetrated her pussy with two of his large digits. He stroked his fingers inside her grasping heat and her legs fell open, granting him full access. She canted her hips as his fingers plunged. And then he added a third finger, stretching her tissues to accommodate his girth. Then a fourth that stole her breath as they sawed in and out of her fluttering channel.

  Sherry kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his massive shoulders as he positioned himself between her thighs.

  Nick ripped his mouth from hers and asked, “Are you on the pill?”

  She nodded in the affirmative and said, “Yes, Sir, please.” She rubbed her pelvis against him.

  He growled. “Then I plan to fuck you bareback, sweet.”

  She whimpered as he fit his thick crown at her entrance. His hips surged forward, his cock stretching her pussy almost painfully. Then he strummed his thumb over her clit, pleasure sparking through her veins as he thrust and withdrew, going deeper and deeper inside her channel with each thrust.

  “Shit, precious, oh fuck, your cunt feels like heaven around me. Take me. All of me,” Nick growled with a roll of his hips, pushing deeper.

  Sherry felt her body expand, accommodating his mammoth erection. Her eyes nearly crossed at the superb pleasure. Nick grunted and she felt his balls press against her ass. She was filled with amazement that he had fit all of himself inside her. His cock was enormous and she had never thought he would manage to fit all the way.

  Nick grinned down at her, satisfaction in his hungry dark gaze. He said, “I might have a huge dick, but I think you have the biggest, most succulent pussy I’ve ever fucked. Now hold on tight.”

  Her gaze was trained on Nick as he began shuttling his cock in and out of her passage. He was so large, every single one of her nerve endings erupted in pleasure. Never had she felt its like. Nick hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he was going to fuck her. He gathered her close, his hips pistoning, his cock plunging in rapid succession.

  He pulled her legs up around his waist as he rode her. She crossed her ankles behind his back, meeting his thrusts with her own, canting her hips as he lunged forward. He held himself up on his hands, like he was in plank position as he pounded away inside her clasping heat. From this angle, she could look down and see where they were joined. Watching his dark flesh spear her depths added to the eroticism of feeling every blessed inch of his massive member pounding inside her.

  Patrick didn’t join them and she put it out of her mind, letting the tide of ecstasy surround her being as Nick grunted and rammed his cock in her pussy. Pressure built inside her body. The combination of feeling him without anything shielding his body from hers and the brutally rigorous nature of his thrusts made her body began to unravel.

  Her moans grew louder and more unhinged as Nick’s thrusts rattled her body with speed and ferocity. Harder, deeper, faster… her body coiled in on itself.

  “Sir?” she moaned gutturally.

  “That’s it, precious, come for me,” he said, grunting as he hammered her pus
sy, his strokes frenzied as his own desire took over.

  Her body surged, pleasure eclipsing her system, and she wailed, “Oh god, Sir.”

  He trumpeted, his upper body stiffening as he thrust, his cock swelled and then hot liquid jets blasted her spasming walls, igniting another series of pleasure bombs to detonate in her body.

  “Precious,” Nick bellowed, plunging his cock in feverish strokes, his head back as he came.

  Sweat slicked her body as his thrusts died down and he lowered his body until his face was hovering over hers. His black gaze held a wealth of emotion and she trembled. Why would he look at her like she was in fact precious to him, if he planned on setting her aside?

  “If you two are finished, we need to get a move on,” Patrick commented.

  She swiveled her gaze toward his voice. He was already dressed in board shorts and a shirt, and a pair of black tennis shoes. If not for the bulge in his trousers, Sherry would have thought he was unmoved by her and Nick’s interlude. But his eyes were hard, he was all business, not allowing any of it to show.

  Nick stroked a hand down her cheek. “Come shower with me, and we’ll let Trick with the giant stick up his ass get ready for us to leave.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Nick,” Patrick growled.

  “Dude, you could have joined in. My ass was wide open. Don’t blame your blue balls on me,” Nick said, rolling from between her thighs.

  The thought of Patrick screwing Nick as he fucked her made Sherry’s pussy clench. She wanted to experience that. Bleeding Christ, just the thought turned her on.

  “Just get ready. We need to go,” Patrick snarled and walked away.

  “Come on, precious, let’s go take that shower.” Nick held out a hand to her.

  “Did I do something wrong, Sir?” she asked, letting him help her out of the bed.

  “No. Trick just has a lot on his mind. We all do with the incoming storm,” Nick said, giving her an answer she knew was only the half of it.

  What had she heard them discussing earlier, and how did she broach the subject? She followed Nick into the bathroom and then the shower. It was a good twenty minutes before they emerged, with Nick strutting like he was a lothario.