Fire (A Special Agent Novel Book 4)

by C. P. Mandara

  “I can’t,” she wails. “My clit is on fire and if I don’t come in the next five minutes, I’m going to die.” Now there’s an exaggeration if I ever heard one. I roll my eyes beneath my pillow, but daren’t take it away. If I do, the sight before me is guaranteed to set my brain on fire.

  “Lois,” I threaten. “Don’t make me come over there and spank you again.” My threat is an empty one because there’s no way I’m removing this pillow if she’s got her hands between her legs, but she doesn’t know that.

  “You do what you like, but I’m not stopping until I’ve taken the edge of this beast.” Lois’s voice is now ragged, and her breathy little moans are my undoing. Throwing the pillow on the floor, my gaze is immediately drawn to the other side of the room.

  My beautiful little temptress is sat with her legs splayed wide open, while her fingers work her clit furiously in between them. Her eyes are closed, and she’s lost in a world that doesn’t have me in it. That has to change.

  “Lois, look at me.” Sitting up on the bed, I bark the order and wait for her to obey. For a moment, I think she will defy me, but slowly those eyelashes flutter open and her dark grey eyes attach themselves to mine. “What are you thinking about, Lois?” I want her to be thinking about me. It’s incredibly selfish, I grant you, but it doesn’t change the fact.

  “James, you don’t want to know,” she groans. I immediately see red. I imagine her thinking of Adie, with his head between her legs, suckling on her until she begs for mercy. The image has me curling my fingers into fists.

  “Lois, tell me, or there’ll be consequences.” I want to be the one with my face buried in her cunt, and if she doesn’t tell me what she’s thinking about in the next thirty seconds, I will be. Then she’ll have no choice but to think of me. The beast is waging war inside me, and at the moment, there is no controlling it. What the fuck has Alain pumped into my body? I wish to hell I knew.

  “James, just leave it be,” she sighs, and I can tell she’s close. My temptress is on the cusp of orgasm, and she’s thinking about Adie. I need to change that, or I’ll lose it and go caveman on her.

  Stalking to the other side of the room, I pluck her from her chair and settle her legs around my waist. I’m not about to do anything silly, but it’s a good way to carry her back to the bed.

  “James, put me down. We’re supposed to be keeping our distance.” Lois’s voice is breathless, and her fingernails plunge into my back as she steadies herself against my body. “James! What do you think you’re doing?” Those fingernails turn into fists as she beats them against my back, but they only serve to turn me on more. I want my little hellcat flat on the bed and begging for my tongue. I want her eyes on mine, and I want her lips screaming my name out loud, repeatedly. If she’s doing that, I figure it will be nearly impossible for her to think of Adie.

  Slamming her body down on the bed, I immediately cover it with mine. The points of her nipples press into my chest and I can feel my body clench. This woman has the power to drive me absolutely crazy.

  Propping myself up on my elbows, one on either side of her face, I repeat my question: “What were you thinking, Lois?”

  She struggles underneath me, her fingernails scraping against my back, digging in and scratching, but I like that shit. “I’m waiting,” I purr into her ear.

  “Get off me, James. We need to keep our distance. Remember?”

  If she wasn’t thinking about Adie, she’d have just told me by now. Her lack of response infuriates me. There’s more than one way to get answers out of her, though, and intend to employ more direct methods.

  “I want to make you scream, Lois. I want to kiss every inch of your body, until you’re a sobbing, writhing, hot mess. I want to scramble your brains until the only thought in your head is me. Before I’m finished with you, you’ll be screaming my name over and over, while you beg me for an orgasm.” My smile is wolfish. I will do all of that to her and more.

  “James, let me up. We’re letting the drugs rule our heads. We need to take a step back for a second.” Lois pushes against my hold on her, but it’s as ineffectual as a mosquito taking on a tiger. She’s going nowhere, and she knows it. Besides, I’m done with waiting. Now I intend to show her who’s boss here and make sure that pretty little head is thinking about no one else except me for the rest of the evening.

  Latching my mouth to her neck, I begin to suckle. Most women usually have a spot that drives them wild somewhere and I intend to find out where Lois’s is. Initially, she tries to resist me, her body pushing up against mine as her nails dig in. I know exactly what to do to get that to stop. Rubbing my cock up and down against her slit, I nip my teeth into her neck and growl. “Stay still if you want what little control I possess to remain intact.”

  She instantly goes limp beneath me, and I smile. The threat was a hollow one. I know my cock is not going anywhere near her cunt, and it never will, but she doesn’t have to know that. I can still have plenty of fun with her, though, making sure my lips and tongue do all the hard work.

  It doesn’t take long to discover that Lois has quite a few hot spots on her body. There’s one near her shoulder blade at the back of her neck, another on the underside of her breast, and if you nibble her inner thigh, just below her clit, the woman goes wild. At the moment, she’s trying to control her reaction to me, but she can’t hold out for long. My fingers are going to come out to play any second and I intend to drive her crazy.

  “Are you wet for me, Lois?” My teeth scrape over her inner thigh as my hot breath fans over cunt. She can’t stop wriggling now, and I’m nowhere near her clit, yet. It’s a good sign.

  When she doesn’t answer me, I place my mouth directly over her clit and blow. I will keep doing it until I get my answer.

  “Are you wet for me?” I repeat. My words are muffled, but I know she can hear me.

  In response, the woman makes a strained sound in her throat and tries to wriggle her way up the bed. It’s not happening. My arms clamp around her wrists and they don’t let go.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I murmur, in between my long bursts of hot, warm air.

  “Get off me, James,” Lois whimpers. “We can’t do this.”

  “A moment ago, you were telling me we could have oral sex all evening. What’s changed?” Adie’s changed, that’s what. Maybe she’s afraid he’s watching her right now. I hope he is, and I hope he feels some of what I felt when I heard him fucking her all evening.

  “That was in the heat of the moment. It’s passed, James. Get off me.” Her voice is pleading. It would be music to my ears if she was saying the right words, but those will come later. Touching the tip of my tongue to her clit, I smile as she nearly jumps off the bed.

  “Are you wet for me, Lois?” Forking two fingers between her slick labia, I slowly press them up and down, and I listen as she tries to swallow back her moans. The sound is delicious. My tongue flicks out again, just the merest touch, but she jumps to embrace it. I feel a warm glow begin to spread inside me. I do affect her, and in all the right ways, else she wouldn’t be going nuts right now.

  I torment her with a few licks and flicks, enjoying her squirming beneath me, before I latch my mouth onto her cunt and suckle. Once I do, I don’t let go. She tastes like fucking nectar and I love it.

  “James, James, stop, we can’t, ohhhh…” It doesn’t take long for her protests to subside. Once my mouth short-circuits her brain, she’s mine, all mine, and I let her know it. Her hips are bouncing up and down, her fingers are clawing at the mattress, and her clit is pulsing madly beneath my tongue. Instinct has taken over and reason has left the building - thank fuck.

  I continue working my magic until I can hear her sobbing beneath me. Then, and only then, do I remove my mouth to repeat my earlier question.

  “Are you wet for me, Lois?” The look I get back is a cross between frustration, desperation, anger, and intense arousal. I decide I like it.

  “Yes, you moron, I’m so fucki
ng wet in there, it feels like someone has turned on my internal sprinkler system. Are you happy now?” She thumps her hand against my forehead, as if hoping it will knock some sense into me, but if she thinks I’m letting her go, she is utterly deluded.

  “Good. I think I might just check, though,” I murmur.

  “You are the most…” Lois doesn’t get the chance to tell me what I am, and it’s probably for the best. My tongue is once again working her clit, and my hands are crawling slowly up her leg. I can’t wait to slip my fingers inside her and test the evidence of her arousal for myself. Finally pulling my mouth away from her with a sucking pop, I slip a single digit into her cunt. She groans first, but mine swiftly follows. The woman is so fucking wet you could sail a cruise ship in there.

  “Oh God,” I whisper. Letting my finger dip inside her, over and over again, it doesn’t take long before she screams at me.

  “James. Please put your mouth back on my clit. I need to come so bad. Please, James, please.” These are the sounds I want to hear. My cock pulses against her leg as her sweet cries of torment invade my head. It’s my name on her lips, and it sounds fucking perfect. I begin to pump two fingers inside her now, as my tongue places little teasing flicks against her sex.

  “James, no. I need more,” Lois wails, beginning to thrash about on the bed. She looks like a goddess in her fishnet body suit and I could stare at her all evening, so I do.

  My fingers and tongue stop instantly, as I say, “No?” I wait patiently for her to explain. Yes, I’m teasing her, but it’s such good fun.

  “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. You can’t stop,” she hisses, trying to reach down to my hair to give it a yank. I pull myself away just in time.

  “You said ‘no,’” I say, crossing my hands over my chest.

  “I didn’t mean ‘no,’” she screams, trying to grab me, so she can pull me back where she wants me. I stay just out of reach.

  “What were you thinking earlier?” I ask sweetly. “If you tell me, I’ll get back between your legs and finish the job off.” As I said before, there’s usually more than one way to get what you want. You just have to be prepared to play the long game.

  “James you are insufferable,” Lois squawks.

  “I believe you’re the one suffering,” I say smugly, “but feel free to hold out on me. You look fucking gorgeous splayed out like this.” My eyes devour her wolfishly. I could spend years sucking her cunt and never get bored with the sight of her. I swear that woman’s body is hard-wired to offer complete and total devastation upon mine.

  “If I tell you, you promise you’ll let me come?” Atta girl. Smart move. Get your promises in where you can.

  “I promise,” I say. I was going to anyway, whether or not she gave me the answer. I know the pain she’s in right now.

  “Fine. Look at me, James.” My head tilts until I can see her face, and I relish the torment upon her features. Her face and neck are bright red, like she’s blossoming under my touch, her breathing is ragged and there’s a trickle of sweat that pours down her cheek. I did this to her, me. “I thought that in another life, there was a good chance we could be lovers, perhaps more. I’ve never met a man who challenges me the same way you do, James, and all I can think about right now is having you inside me. I know we can’t, and I know why we can’t, but it doesn’t stop me wishing things were different. I need you so badly right now, I could cry. I only have to walk into a room with you in it, and my hormones go crazy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she sobs on the last word, and I take pity on her because I do. Three fingers burrow their way inside her, scooping out more cream to smother all over her clit. I need to taste her. I want to drown in her essence and have it coating my tongue.

  Swooping down, I suck her straight back into my mouth as my fingers plunder her cunt. Getting them nice and wet, I then move them further back down until I reach that tight little hole that makes her go wild. Gently, I lubricate it with her juices until I’m confident that I’ll be able to slide in easily. My finger goes in slowly but surely, and I can feel her hips rocking up in torment.

  “James, no. I can’t, I can’t…” but she can. She can take everything I throw at her and then some. My lips and tongue continue to work her clit, while one finger becomes two in her ass. She bucks like an animal beneath me, but there’s no way she’s shaking me off.

  “Beg me to let you come,” I purr.

  “I’m in agony here,” she wails, “and you want blood?” Her body begins bucking violently beneath me and damned if it didn’t turn me on even more than I was already. This woman will be the death of me.

  “With you, Lois, I will always want blood. I want everything you have to give and then some, but I’ll settle for anything I can get. What are you prepared to give me, Lois?” My voice dropped a couple of decibels, and my fingers and tongue slowed. She mewled in pain as my efforts to torment became languid once more and then swore at me.

  “Damn you, James,” she yelled.

  “Well,” I said, pulling away abruptly. “If you can’t play nice, maybe we shouldn’t be playing at all.” My grin was evil. I knew I’d taken her too far for there to be any chance of pulling back, so I watched and waited to see what would happen. She didn’t disappoint me.

  Grabbing my head with both hands, she pushed me back down between her legs. “Please fuck me, you bastard. Please make me see stars. Use those incredible fingers and tongue to make me scream and don’t stop until I’m crying out your name. I need this so badly, James. I need you. Please let me come,” she sobbed, her hands pushing ineffectually against my head in a vain attempt to get me back where she wanted.

  “Hmm. Well, it started a little screwy, but the end part wasn’t half bad,” I admit, as I pretend to think about it. That is the last straw for Lois.

  “James if you don’t get your mouth back down on my pussy this instant, I swear I’m going to kill you, and I’ll make it hurt. Please let me come.” Her legs kick out underneath me, and her arms thrash as she makes her point clear. My woman is a hellcat, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

  “Well,” I drawled, “I guess I’m too young to die, so perhaps I’ll have to take pity on you.” Hearing Lois beg for an orgasm was one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard in my life. If she was mine, I’d make her beg every damn day. I’d make sure the woman was always on edge, desperate for me to take her anywhere and everywhere. She’d never know a moment’s peace. Perhaps it was just as well, as far as her sanity was concerned, that I couldn’t offer her anything more than today.

  Placing my mouth, lips, tongue, and fingers back where they’d been previously, I then tumbled her head-first into an orgasm that was so intense, she didn’t stop screaming for the next five minutes.

  Chapter Ten - Lois

  When I woke up the next morning, my body felt sated, but exhausted. I couldn’t even summon enough energy to roll over. Keeping my eyes closed, all I wanted to do was relive the previous day’s exploits where me and James had gorged on each other until we were so tired we could barely move. When the effects of the drugs wore off, and we both calmed down, the frantic lovemaking slowed and was replaced with a leisurely exploration of each other’s bodies. James and Adie were very different in bed. Adie usually scared the fuck out of me and hurt me before he gave me what I wanted. James didn’t mind using pain when it suited him, but he was more turned on by watching me writhe in torment - or pleasure. They were both extremely talented at what they did, and they could both play my body as if they were conducting the Philharmonic Orchestra, but one responded to darkness and the other to light. Adie liked tears, James liked laughter. The two were polar opposites.

  I couldn’t think about James right now. I knew he’d always keep me at arm’s length after what had just happened and wouldn’t go near me again. He would protect me at all costs. He would do his best to thrust me into Adie’s waiting arms, or whoever would have me, and he’d consider his duty was done. I couldn’t bear to think of
him suffering alone. The burden they’d heaped upon him was too much for anyone to have to deal with. While both men were broken in their own ways, the weight of his misery almost crushed James - but he was too proud to let anyone see it.

  Stretching, I opened my eyes and blinked. Reaching out to feel James’s body, I was surprised to find no one there. Something was wrong.

  Sitting upright, I discovered I was no longer in the hotel room. During the night, someone had taken me away. I was now resting on a Chaise longue in a massive lounge that had leaded windows everywhere. Light bathed me from every angle and fell in dappled patterns across the wall and floor. Palm trees and other houseplants were dotted across the room, and their fronds flapped quietly in a gentle breeze. Above my head was a domed glass ceiling, and in the centre of the atrium, there was a stone fountain that gurgled cheerfully. Everything about the room screamed money, and that’s when my eyes began searching for Alain. It didn’t take me long to find him. He was sitting on a green velvet couch, leafing slowly through a book. He hadn’t realised I was awake yet, but I saw no point in delaying the inevitable. Clearing my throat, I waited for him to acknowledge me.

  When his eyes caught mine, he placed the book down and stood up. “Ah, Lois, so good of you to join me.” His eyes were pinpricks, and the malicious dark light that flooded them floored me.

  “What do you want, Alain?” I sat up straighter and stared at him. This wasn’t the wake-up call I’d been hoping for. Even though I was still in my ridiculous body suit, I didn’t raise my hands to try and cover my breasts or crotch. I was past being self-conscious, and there was no way I was showing this evil bastard a single weakness if I could help it.

  “Quite the grumpy little thing this morning, aren’t we? Did you not sleep well?” The man gave me a mock look of concern and raised his eyebrows. I didn’t rise to the bait. I waited for him to answer my earlier question. There’s only one possible reason I’m here and he’ll get to the point soon enough.