by Celia Aaron
I jump.
A line of lights below me shows the Greek shoreline approaching. Now all I have to do is find Collette and Ibiza before I hit the ground. The wind burns my eyes. I squint against the onslaught and search the sky. I spot them a hundred yards away, Ibiza gripping Collette’s arm as they fall.
Bringing my arms in tight to my body, I maneuver through the icy wind, aiming straight for them at an even faster clip. I’m able to get close because Ibiza is only looking for her landing zone beneath her, not me above her. She lets go of Collette’s arm and reaches for her rip cord. I make my move and barrel into Ibiza, sending her spinning into the night.
I pull Collette to me as we plummet to the earth, the window for opening her chute closing rapidly. She wraps her legs around me, and I grip around her back, holding her tight. With one hard yank, I pull the rip cord and hold onto her for all I’m worth. She screams as the parachute opens and slows our descent with a hard jerk.
Her scream dies in my ear.
“Cash.” She buries her face in my neck as we float to the earth.
My feet hit the ground and I fall to my back, protecting her against my chest. We’ve landed on the shoreline, soft sand beneath me and the lapping waves of the sea in my ears.
Is there anything better than jumping out of an airplane in the dark, with no landing zone, and without a parachute? Of course not.
“Are you all right?” I smooth her hair from her face.
“I-I jumped out of an airplane.” Her bottom lip trembles.
I smile and sit up with her in my lap. “I know.”
I palm my pistol and fire a shot next to Ibiza’s head. She stands with a hand on her hip and her gun pointed at me. Collette whips her head around and presses back against my chest.
I rest my finger on the trigger. “I’ll take you out. I’m already pissed about your little jump maneuver. Not to mention I’m tired of seeing your fucking gun pointed at my face.”
“Oh, you love it.” She slides her gun into the waistband of her pants and finger combs through her messy ponytail.
I get to my feet and pull Collette up with me. She sheds the parachute pack and hides behind me.
“You aren’t taking her.”
Ibiza rolls her eyes. “Yeah. I get that. You seem to be particularly interested in this little assignment.”
“I’m doing my job.”
“Care to share?” She leers at Collette, who clutches onto my shirt. “I’m quite good with my tongue, little one.”
I fire another shot, this one only an inch away from her ear. Collette is mine, and no, I won’t be sharing her with anyone, even a fine piece of ass like Ibiza.
She frowns and shakes her head. “Going to keep all the fun to yourself?”
I reach back and put a steadying hand on Collette’s hip. “I’m warning you, merc. If I see so much as your shadow again on this job, I’ll punch your fucking ticket.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She throws her hands up and turns. As she walks away, she says over her shoulder, “You owe me two million dollars.”
“Come collect whenever you feel like it. You know where to find me.”
She flips me off and disappears into the night.
“Who was that?” Collette fists my shirt.
“Just an old friend looking for a paycheck. She’s gone. Don’t worry.” I scan the shoreline and find a set of stairs leading to a row of houses, one of which looks like a small hotel.
“Shall we?” I take Collette’s hand and lead her through the sand and up the steep steps. She’s still shivering, but I intend to have her warmed up shortly.
The stairs give way to a lane lined with quaint Mediterranean homes, and we walk until we come to the larger building with a pool overlooking the ocean.
I stroll in, Collette at my back, and approach the small counter. A younger man plays on his phone and looks up with a smile at our approach.
“I’d like a room for the night, please. Best you’ve got.” I say it in Greek, and the young man nods.
The young man eyes the blood on my shirt and begins to shake his head. I pull out my wallet and pluck five hundred-dollar bills from the smooth leather.
“No questions asked.” I offer the money.
He swallows audibly, and takes it. When he glances at Collette, still clad in only my jacket, I lean over the counter and stare him down. “Room. Now.”
He blanches. “Yes. Right.”
Collette stays close to my back, her body heat warming me all over.
Once everything is sorted at the front desk, the young man leads us to the last in a short row of rooms. The balcony opens to the ocean, and the suite has a king-sized bed and a deep soaking tub.
“Apoláfsete ti diamoní sas.” He tells me to enjoy my stay, though his eyes wander to Collette.
“Efcharistó.” I thank him, and he shuts the door with a wink on his way out.
Collette stands at the window and stares out at the moon on the ocean. “I’ve never been to Greece before.” Her soft voice is tipped with wonder.
I walk up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. They feel like they belong there. “It’s a beautiful country.” It truly is, but I can only see her.
She shivers, and I don’t know if it’s from the cold or my touch. I drop a kiss on her crown and she leans back into me.
“You saved me twice.”
I run my hands to her waist. “Just doing my job.” My cock is already straining against my zipper, desperate to get inside her. But I will take my time.
Instead of bending her over the railing like my cock demands, I walk to the bathroom and start drawing a hot bath. Then I shuck my pants off and remove her makeshift tourniquet. The wound is as clean as it can be, straight through the muscle. I’ve had worse.
“Collette.” I strip my shirt off and toss it onto the vanity as she walks in hesitantly, her head bowed and her eyes down. “Take the jacket off and get in the bath.”
Her shyness only taunts the beast inside me. I want her naked, showing me all her secrets and yielding to my every desire. My eyes are desperate to see all of her again, my hands over-eager to touch her soft skin. I turn the knob and stop the pour of steaming hot water.
“But you’re in here.” Her voice is so soft, like a rose petal, and color rises in her cheeks.
I strip my boxers off and walk to her. She looks up now, to avoid seeing my erection. I smile at her bashfulness as I slide my hands down the lapel of my jacket she’s still wearing. I undo the buttons as she stares at me, her eyes fearful, but also full of a heat that I want to stoke until she’s a raging fire. The jacket slides to the floor with a little push.
And now it’s just Collette and me. Nothing else between us. I tip her chin up and taste her lips for the first time. She’s tentative, unsure. I run my hand up her smooth back and tangle my fingers in her hair. Giving a slight tug, I pull her head back and slant my mouth over hers. That gets her hands on me, where I want them.
I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, daring her to open them for me. Her hands travel to my chest, my abs, and then to my back. Her breasts press into me, the tips hard and tantalizing. I need them in my mouth, but I want her surrender first. All of it. I want her to give me her virginity like a gift, something to treasure and keep, and I also need her submission. With the way she melts under my touch, I know I’ll have everything I want, and soon.
She opens her lips just enough for me to dart my tongue inside. I groan into her mouth and pull her hair harder. She opens her mouth with a soft cry, and I slide my tongue against hers, finally mastering her. I run my other hand down to her ass and press her against me. She jerks at the touch of my cock against her stomach, but I don’t let her escape. Instead, I squeeze her ass and massage her tongue with mine.
She slowly relaxes and begins to respond, soft sounds coming from her throat. I have to get inside her, but I need her ready first. I let go of her hair and reach down to her ass, lifting her easily and sitting her on the vanity
. I keep kissing her, giving her no reprieve as I palm her breasts.
She moans as I rub my thumbs back and forth across her hard nipples. I swallow the sound and pinch the stiff peaks between my thumbs and forefingers, twisting lightly. When her fingernails dig into my sides, I wrap my arms around her and kiss down her neck, biting and licking to her shoulder as she pants. Her skin is sweet, the taste rich on my tongue. I savor it, devouring her slowly and with single-minded purpose.
“I-I’ve never done this before.” Her throaty whisper bounces around my skull. “I don’t know if I should—”
I nip at her neck a little harder. I want her here, in this moment with me. There’s no room for worry.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Reaching behind her, I fist her hair in one hand and lick her nipple. It’s easy for me to tell her that, when I know she wants what I have to give. I can taste her anticipation, her desire. I run my teeth along her tight bud and clamp down.
“Cash!” She arches and moans for me, and I’m desperate to shove inside her.
I take my time, licking and sucking one nipple before moving to the next. I tease her until she is gripping my head, her nails stinging as they sink into my scalp.
I kiss down her stomach. She trembles beneath my lips and I keep going, drawn down to her sweet pussy. Her legs are open just wide enough for me to stand between them. I kneel and kiss the inside of her knee and up her thigh, pushing her leg wider as I go. When I reach her bare pussy, I place a gentle kiss on her clit. She jerks and puts her hands in my hair. I want to dive in and swallow her sweet taste, coat my tongue in her scent, but I slow down.
I attend to her other leg, kissing up from her knee and ending at her pussy. When I swirl my tongue around her clit, she drops her head back and moans. I have her where I want her. I flatten my palms against her thighs and spread her wide. Her pussy glistens, wet and pink, and I’ve never wanted to taste something so badly in my life.
I lick her entrance. She’s tight, and her thighs begin to close. Not a chance. I move to her clit and run the flat of my tongue against her several times, lapping up her wetness and giving her every bit of contact she needs. Her legs open wider, and I lick lower, tasting all of her. When I stab my tongue inside her, she tenses again, but I ease it in and out, using my upper lip to massage her clit. She relaxes again, and I’m free to taste her. I do. I tease for minutes on end, licking at her until she builds almost to a climax, and then diving down lower and fucking her with my tongue.
Now she’s moving her hips, giving in to the pleasure. My cock has been rock-hard the entire time, pre-come leaking from the tip. I return to her clit, seizing it between my lips and sucking as I move a finger to her entrance.
I press inside her slowly, and she doesn’t stop grinding on my face. I groan my approval and flick my tongue across her nub, moving my finger in and out in a slow rhythm. Her wetness coats my finger, and I ease a second in, her pussy gripping me as I stretch her slowly.
I go in for the kill, lashing her clit with my tongue over and over as I fuck her harder with my fingers.
“Cash, oh my God.” She digs her fingers into my scalp.
I grin at her words, but don’t stop. Her legs start to shake. I plunge my fingers deep and curl them, rubbing her sweet spot as I tongue her. Her hips seize, and she comes on a cry, my name on her lips as her pussy clamps down on my fingers. I suck her clit, wringing every bit of sensation from her as she moans low and long.
When her muscles relax, she leans back against the mirror, her eyelids half-mast as she stares at me.
“You just… I just…”
I get to my feet and lick her taste from my fingers. “You just came all over my face. I just ate your pussy. I want to do it again. But first…” I pull her to me and carry her to the bed.
“I thought we were going to take a bath.” Her eyes grow wider as I lay her down and stalk on top of her.
“We will. After.” I bite her lip and settle my weight down on her small frame, holding myself up by my elbows. Her plump tits press against my chest, and I groan when my cock head makes contact with her hot, wet flesh.
“I’m not sure I—”
“I’m sure.” I kiss to her collarbone and lick along it while my cock slides lower to her entrance.
She tenses, and I move back up, catching her gaze.
“It’ll hurt?” She fidgets beneath me, which makes my cock threaten to explode all over her warm pussy.
“Yes, for only a moment. Then I’m going to make it feel so good.” I drop a kiss on her lips. “Do you trust me?”
She stills and stares up at me, her eyes like two luminous pools of deep water. “Yes.”
“Spread for me as far as you can.” I take her lips again and press my tongue between them. Her legs open wider. She opens her mouth as I push my tip into her just the slightest bit. She’s so tight, like a fist squeezing me, and I groan at the thought of what she’ll feel like once I’m balls-deep.
Breaking the kiss, I ask, “Are you okay?”
She nods, and I ease in a little further, her slick walls clamping down on me with perfect pressure.
“Oh.” She wrinkles her nose at my intrusion.
I kiss her again, easing my tongue in and out to the same rhythm as my cock, just barely entering and withdrawing. Soon she’s panting and moaning, her hips rocking up to meet me. I’ve been trying to keep myself on lockdown, but every movement, every sound goes right to my cock.
I push inside farther, and she squeezes her eyes shut. “Almost there. Relax for me.”
She lets her knees fall open, and I take the opportunity, easing all the way inside her hot pussy. I’m squeezed perfectly, and my balls are already drawn tight to my body.
“That was the worst of it.” I drop more kisses on her lips as she slowly opens her eyes again.
I let out a breath and kiss slowly down to her tits, attending to her hard nipples as her body adjusts to me. When she starts to move her hips, I groan and bury my face between her breasts.
“Like this?” She keeps moving, and I bite her nipple to show my appreciation. She digs her tiny nails into my shoulders, and I can’t hold back any longer. I have to take all of her. Now. I thrust hard and deep, and she gasps. I shove forward again, and she cries out, but when I look at her, her eyes are glazed with lust, not pain.
I pull out to the tip and shove inside again, stretching her pussy and starting a hard rhythm. Our bodies slap together, and her moans grow more insistent as I fuck her hard and fast, needing to leave my bruises on her thighs, my teeth marks on her neck. She holds on for the ride as I plunge inside her again and again, her slick pussy taking all of me.
“Oh my God. I-I—” Her walls squeeze me even tighter, and then she’s shaking.
Fuck yes. I ram her as she comes, and her eyes roll back in her head. I need every bit of contact, every inch of her soft skin against mine. My balls are ready to empty inside her, but I’m not. I need to fuck her wilder, to give her everything I’ve got. She scratches down my shoulders and then goes limp beneath me as her orgasm subsides.
I pull out and flip her over onto her stomach. She flails a bit as I pull her ass up to me. In one smooth stroke, I’m buried deep inside her. Her face is in the pillow, her cry muffled, as I pound her from behind. The smacks of my thighs into her ass are like gunshots. I reach down and grab a fistful of her hair. I pull so her arms are straight and her back is arched at a hellish angle.
My skin tingles every time it rushes to meet hers, and I know I’m going to blow if I keep at it like this. But her pale skin in the moonlight demands I keep working her. I lean over her and whisper in her ear, “How do you like getting a cock for the first time?”
She moans and tries to let her head fall, but I won’t allow it. My grip tightens until she’s forced to look at me while I fuck her.
“I, oh God—” Her eyes are half-lidded and glassy.
She jerks as I use my other hand to circle her clit. I bite down
on her shoulder and let go of her hair to grab her lush tit. It’s a handful, and I pinch her nipple between my fingers as I surge harder and harder into her tight pussy.
Her head lolls forward and she pushes back against me, impaling herself on my cock. I feel my seed rising, my shaft growing even harder. I rub her clit faster, needing her to come with me. The thought of her pussy milking me has me pounding her viciously as my fingers do their magic.
“Cash!” Her breath catches in her throat, and she freezes beneath me as I fuck her without mercy. And then she squeals out my name and buries her face in the pillows again. She lets out a muffled moan. I’m going to leave her bruised, but satisfied.
She clamps down on me, tighter than anything I’ve ever felt. I come all at once, my balls so tight I fear they’ll never descend again. I pump into her, my cock jetting deep inside as her pussy constricts and takes every bit of come I have. My vision almost goes out from the overload of release, and by the time I’m done, I’m leaning over her back, panting.
She slowly collapses until she’s lying on her stomach, my cock still twitching inside her as I kiss her neck and shoulders.
I don’t want to crush her, so I pull out slowly and lay next to her, propping my head on my hand. “You okay?”
She makes an “mmmph” sound into the pillow. Oh, shit. My dick deflates rapidly at the thought I might’ve hurt her.
“Collette?” I swipe the hair from her brow and she turns to face me.
A small smile plays along her lips as she stares up at me. “That was… Wow…”
“I’ve left you speechless?” I smile and run my thumb over her swollen lips.
“I don’t even know how to describe it.” Her smile grows until she buries her face in the pillow again.
I lie back and reach over to rub her back and ass. “You’re going to be sore, I’m afraid. Come on, let’s get in the bath. It’ll help.”
I stand and pull her up with me.
She walks gingerly ahead of me and bends over to test the water. Her shyness is gone, her body beautiful in the low light. “Still hot.”