Cole crossed the lobby, coming toward her and she couldn’t move. Her heart beat a crazed rhythm in her chest. Slowly, he looked her over, as if considering her offer. It was all she could do not to cover her breasts as he examined every inch of his costume. He walked around her, not touching, but definitely caressing her with his eyes.
Damn the agency! They said it was going to be easy to get in. What if he turned her away? Or she wasn’t his type? Would they blame her for the failed mission? “The glitter seems to be a bit much,” he said at last.
“Mmm, well, that’s because the lighting isn’t right in here. It’s all part of the show.” Xena managed a playful smile, slowly warming up to the role she had to play.
“Who’s the escort?” he asked.
“Don’t mind him,” Xena quipped. “He’s just a fashion accessory.”
“Vulcan,” Vulcan said, his tone filled with self-importance. “I’m Miss Topaz’s bodyguard.”
“We really don’t need him here, do we?” Cole asked, his gaze challenging. “You do trust me, don’t you?”
Xena pretended to consider his words, but really she’d already planned on kicking Vulcan out. She wouldn’t be able to do her job with the thug ogling her like a sex toy.
“Vulcan,” she said.
“Yes, Miss Topaz?”
“Why don’t you go keep the shuttle company? Make sure it doesn’t fly off,” Xena said.
“But--” Vulcan began to protest in obvious irritation.
“You heard your mistress,” Cole said. “I’ve been checked out and cleared by Maximus. If you have a problem with the arrangement, take it up with your boss.”
Vulcan didn’t answer, but he did turn to leave. As the elevator door shut behind her, she stepped further into the lobby, trying to get a peek at his clipboard. There were some numbers on it, but nothing she could decipher any meaning into. She looked at the desk, but there was nothing on it worth remembering.
Turning, she again posed, putting a hand her waist as she looked at the man before her. “Well, now that you’ve got me alone, Mr. Vaux, what are you going to do with me?
Chapter Three
Cole could think of several things he wanted to do with the woman before him. He motioned her to follow him as he walked toward his private quarters. Placing his hand on the wall scanner, he opened the door. He let her walk into his spacious living room first, getting the subtle scent of flowers off her body. The door shut automatically behind them and he set his clipboard down on a small end table next to his long, deep couch. A long row of windows stretched before one wall and Xena crossed instantly to it. Stars were out tonight, making for a spectacular view of the mines below. The rough, stone covered landscape was cast in blue moonlight making the rocks appear to move with a life of their own.
“Computer, dim lights,” he ordered and the lights that had flickered on upon his entering suddenly dimmed to a softer, more seductive glow. The glitter on her body shone and he couldn’t help but think she was right. In this lighting, the glitter wasn’t overdone at all. He’s always been a visual, hands-on man and he found the shimmering movements highly arousing.
Slowly, he crossed over to the couch, sitting in the middle of it. Stretching his arms over the back, he got comfortable as he watched her. She stood before him, her perfect ass glimmering seductively. He’d tried to play it cool, but his erection had yet to lessen. Cole knew he was a handsome man and had no problem showing his body. Pulling on the belt, he opened his robe to bare his chest. Without the material to hide his silky pants, the outline of his cock stood unmistakably tall from his thighs. He leaned back and spread his legs, pushing his arousal out even more, making sure it was noticeably framed for when she turned to look at him. Let her see how much he wanted her already.
“Turn around,” he ordered, used to being in control. Xena obeyed. Her breasts were the perfect size, not small, but not too large. The spider web of material she wore clung to them, hiding her nipples from view.
Cole grinned knowingly as her eyes instantly fell where he wanted her to look. She stared at his cock, her mouth parted in breath. There was no denying the sexual sparks that flew between them. Sexual tension was thick in the air, so palpable he could practically taste and smell it.
“Computer, music, setting twelve,” he said, his voice thick with need. To Xena, he ordered, “Dance for me.”
The song he picked was purposefully slow. To his surprise, she seemed hesitant at first, her movements unpracticed as she moved along with the beat. It was endearing, the faltering uncertainty he saw in her eyes. He wondered what made him think she was uncertain. Her arms moved, swaying up over her head as she dipped her hips, rotating them in small circles. Cole didn’t think it possible, but his dick filled even more, nearly throbbing for release.
“Come closer,” he said, gripping the couch to keep from leaning forward. He spread his legs a little more and nodded down. “Right here.”
Again, she hesitated, but only for a brief second. Cole groaned lightly, watching her hips and her breasts as she moved. Damn, but she was beautiful to look at. He wanted to see more.
“Take it off,” he ordered, staring at her chest. “I want to see your nipples. I want to see if they’re hard with desire or soft and in need of stimulation.”
Xena stopped dancing and pulled the thin straps off her shoulders, letting them fall to the side. Her eyes met his as she pushed the webbed top off her body. The body glitter covered every inch, twinkling like tiny diamonds on her erect nipples. With little effort, the top slid over her hips and boots, silently landing on the ground. Her purple panties clung to her hips with two thin straps holding them up at each side. They were skimpy enough to be sexy without revealing her most intimate details to his viewing pleasure. The thigh-high, heeled boots added an exotic appeal to the long length of her legs. Staring at her toned thighs, he licked his lips as her hips again swayed to the slow beat.
Xena’s hands covered her breasts as she moved. Cole sat up, placing his hands on his knees. Until she invited him, he would not touch her. For one, Lord Maximus would take away his privileges if she complained about him. Life as a Siren Mining Executive was too lonely not to have female company. Second, looking but not touching drew out the anticipation. Already his fingers itched to feel her skin and his body yearned to press tight against her.
Her breasts were close and the floral smell combined with the subtle fragrance of womanly desire. He stared at her chest, willing her hands to move. They did, as she massaged them. His breath caught and he watched for any peek of her dark nipples. Just when he was about to harshly order her to show them to him again, her hand slid down her flat stomach. As much as he’d wanted free reign to stare at her breasts, he now found himself watching her fingers. They dipped along her panties.
Cole tensed. Now that he was closer, he could see the subtle shift of color on the patch of material covering her sex. His heart nearly stopped just knowing she was wet.
“Turn around,” he ordered, wanting to see her ass up close. She did and he bit his lip. It was all he could do not to grab her and pull the soft cheeks down onto his lap, impaling her instantly. Her hips swayed and his head moved in time with them, mesmerized. This was glorious torture. Unable to resist, he lifted his waistband and slid his hand down the front of his pants. His cock ached as he fisted it. Leaning back on the couch, he stroked the hard length, running his hand over his shaft before moving to cup his own balls. “Bend over.”
* * * *
Xena’s breath caught. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. The upload training had kicked in, helping her to move just right, but it couldn’t prepare her for how sexy and erotic dancing for the man was. She had thought that it would be all business, that there was no way she could be turned on by a complete stranger. But, Cole was so confident, as he ordered her to do what he wanted, and there was something definitely sexy about confidence. By the size of his cock, it was clear he wanted more than just a dance. Xena shivered
. By the flood of moisture in her panties, it was clear she wanted more too.
“Step closer.” His voice was hoarse when he spoke and he was breathing hard.
At the command, she tossed her hair and turned to look over her shoulder at him. His bright blue eyes met hers before flickering back to her body. Cole squirmed on the couch and she was a little shocked to see that he was pleasuring himself. It’s not that he wouldn’t do that, it’s just she hadn’t contemplated the mission going like this.
When she thought of what would happen, it was always a question of sex or no sex. She didn’t get into details, didn’t think that her performance would move a man to touch himself, or turn him on to the point his eyes burned like fire. Nor did she consider that she’d desperately ache to be fucked by a complete stranger. There was no risk in sleeping with Cole. He had checked out and had all the proper medical screening and updates. Being an agent, she was automatically safeguarded against pregnancy with mandatory doctor visits.
“Take them off,” he ordered. Xena hesitated. No man had ever looked at her from this particular view. “I said, remove the panties.”
Xena stood. She knew what he wanted, knew he wanted her in this position, exposing herself to him. But, she couldn’t do it. Turning toward him, she pushed the panties off her hips, letting her see the narrow strip of hair guarding her pussy. Unsure what to do next, she reached for her boot lace.
“No, leave them,” he said hoarsely. His hand stilled in their lazy movements over his cock and he leaned forward once more. “Come closer.”
Her stomach tightened. Every nerve inside her was drawn to him.
“Closer,” he whispered.
Xena obeyed. She stopped any pretense of dancing as he leaned his face toward her sex. The light flutter of his hot breath caressed her and she waited, yearning for him to make that first contact. Breathing heavily, she watched as his lips parted and his tongue edged forward. Her clit actually tingled in anticipation. To her surprise, he didn’t touch her. His tongue disappeared between his lips and he took a deep breath, smelling her.
If something didn’t happen soon, she was going to explode. Her mind raced, trying to hold onto a logical thought. There was none. All she could think about was this man before her, his hand wrapped around the bulge in his pants. If he wasn’t going to make the first move, what could she say? Should she touch him, pounce on him, touch herself and hope he joined in?
Hoping the thin pretense of being helpful wasn’t too forward, she said, “Let me make you more comfortable.”
Xena leaned over and pulled at the sides of his pants. Her fingers brushed his thighs lightly as she stepped back. He lifted his legs and the material slid off. His robe was open and there was nothing stopping her from examining his naked front. The strong, broad chest and firm stomach molded into beautiful sculpted hips. Almost nervous, she eyed his big cock. It towered from a completely clean-shaven base.
Why in the galaxy did a man this perfect have to pay for women to come to him? He should be getting it for free.
Now that she had him naked, she couldn’t remember the half-baked plan she’d formed seconds before. All she knew was that she needed him, ached for him. The wild, untamed part of her soul that she kept caged burst free. She lifted her leg, placing the heel next to the outside of his thigh, opening herself up to him. The soft music continued and she swayed to the erotic beat, rocking her hips back and forth so she was thrusting in the air right in front of his face.
His hand shook as he lifted it. Cole’s bright eyes met hers as if watching to see if she’d stop him. Xena licked her lips. Slowly, he placed a single finger on her top arch, right above her swollen clit. Moaning, she thrust forward and his finger slid down ever so slightly.
At her acceptance, he groaned, pushing his finger boldly along her wet folds. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back. Suddenly, an incredible wet heat joined his finger. Her hips jerked in response. Wide-eyed, she looked down to see his tongue following the probe of his finger. Xena fell forward, bracing herself on his shoulders.
Cole’s lips closed around her clit, sucking and licking and biting. His finger trailed lower, circling around her opening. With each intimate kiss, his touch became bolder, harder. His free hand found hold on her hip and he instantly reached around to squeeze her ass cheek. At the same moment, he thrust a couple fingers up inside her, rocking her forward with the hold he had on her butt. She was so wet for him and her body accepted him willingly. He groaned, loud and long, controlling her movements. Xena pulled away from his shoulders and grabbed her breasts, massaging them wildly. Pleasure shot out over her body, venturing on the delightful probe of his fingers and tongue.
A third finger slid inside her, stretching her wider as he wiggled them around. Then, withdrawing the third, he pressed the wet digit along her ass. Xena jolted in surprise at the pleasure she felt in that one finger. It rimmed her anus, probing her.
A tremor hit her, shaking her to the core with the intensity of her orgasm. Her hands stopped on her breasts, mid-squeeze. She gasped, stiffening. Her boot dug into the couch as she leaned into his face for support.
“Oh, oh,” she panted. Her body weakened and as he pulled his hand and mouth away, she drew her boot back down to the floor.
Looking down as she tried to catch her breath, Xena saw he had yet to find his own release. Veins protruded along the edges of his shaft, a testament to his need. Cole leaned back on the couch, spreading his arms over the back as he rocked his hips to mimic slow thrusts.
It was clear by the look on his face what he wanted. His eyes were on her parted lips. Her body sung with pleasure. Did she dare return the favor? Or did she stop things right now and simply thank him for a good time?
Chapter Four
Cole stared at Xena, amazed that she even seemed to be hesitating to return the favor, especially after he had been gentleman enough to let her come first. Playmates knew the rules and if he performed such an act on her and she accepted it, then it was only fair that he got his cock sucked in return.
He stared at her full mouth, those glorious lips. She couldn’t back out now. Xena had crossed the thin line between entertainment and sex when she allowed him to touch her. Licking his lips, he could still taste her sweet cream on his mouth.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked, unable to bear the painfully erect pressure in his cock. “Get on your knees and suck me until I come.”
She looked as if she would argue, but then looked to his lap. Slowly, finally, she got on her knees. Cole wanted to shout for joy, as her fingers slid up his thighs. Her lips parted and she kissed the smooth tip of his shaft.
He closed his eyes as her mouth moved down over him. Cole’s body had been excited to such a state of arousal that he felt himself starting to come with just a few passes of her mouth. He resisted, wanting to draw out the moment. Her head bobbed down on him and he watched the erotic show of his cock in her mouth. It was too much. Try as he did, he couldn’t hold back. His whole body tensed as he released his seed, groaning at the sudden sensation of relieved tension. Xena pulled back, looking up at him in surprise.
To cover the fact that he’d just came like an untried schoolboy, he grinned, “Now, that first one’s out of the way….”
* * * *
Xena couldn’t believe that he’d finished after a few pulls of her mouth. She’d just been warming up when he was done.
“Now, that first one’s out of the way…” His voice tapered off.
First one? There was going to be more?
She knew she should protest, but she couldn’t find the will to deny either of them. What started as a mission to find illegal core importers turned into a wicked game of sexual pleasure. At least it was a game on her part. By the look on his face, he didn’t mind playing along.
“Xena, right?” he asked.
She nodded. Before she could stop herself, she said, “Vulcan never said my name in front of you. He called me Topaz. You were listening to our con
versation in the elevator, weren’t you?”
He looked surprised, then slowly nodded. With a small laugh, he admitted, “You caught me.”
Cole touched her face, lightly running his fingers under her chin to the other side.
“Would you mind if I asked you to wash this glitter off?” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip. “I’d like to look at you without it.”
Xena was only too happy to comply with the request. Sure the fantasy had been fun, while they were in the throes of passion, but now the lashes were uncomfortable and the glitter itch--especially in some very awkward areas, like the crease of her thigh. She stood from the floor. “Which way to the decontaminator?”
Cole pointed toward the far end of the living room to a door. Xena smiled and crossed naked to it, pulling off the fake eyelashes. Running her hand over the sensor, she dropped the lashes on a nearby table and took off her boots while waiting for the door to slide open. The bathroom was long and white with a large decontaminator unit in the back. Crossing over to it, she found the switch to turn it on and stepped inside. The deluxe model had nearly a dozen lasers in it and they all hit her body at once.
“Computer, lights off,” Cole said.
Xena turned to see him standing in the doorway. The lights from the bath caressed her body, running over her flesh. Tiny flashes of light erupted as the lasers hit the glitter. It caused a tingling sensation all over. She expected Cole to try and join her, but instead, he sat down on a chair by the door. He had lost the robe and was wearing the pants again. He leaned on his hand, watching her bathe.
“You like looking,” Xena observed.
“On this planet there aren’t many pretty things to see, so I look when I can.”
“No women here?” she asked.
“No, none. Well, okay, there is one. My security officer, Fione, but she’s bigger than I am and she definitely has more hair on her face. She’s half lykan.”
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