The fact was that I wouldn’t have been wondering about all this as much as I had been if I didn’t have a little bit of a crush myself. He was handsome – that went without saying. His body was extraordinary; I don’t usually go for the bodybuilder type, as it tends to be all for show and they tend to be appalling narcissists. But Drake’s body was clearly not just for show, I had seen him use it, and I got not a hint of narcissism. I couldn’t really justify it except to say that I just wanted to sink my teeth into him. But more than that, his quiet earnestness, which had at first struck me as slightly stand-offish, had grown on me, as I had seen occasional peeps behind his walls; the shy humor, the sweet kindness. For all his size and strength there was a gentleness to Drake that appealed to me.
Of course, I had spent much of yesterday screwing one of his friends. And two nights earlier had enjoyed a lengthy session with another of them. Was my attraction to him a little bit greedy? Maybe, but you can’t help how you feel or what you want. And while this was not the vacation I had planned, I still felt justified in going for what I wanted. Although making my move now was not an option – that just made it seem as if I had waited until he couldn’t get away, like a jaguar targeting the weak or lame in the herd.
“Can I ask you something,” I strove to start a conversation. “When we were in the jungle, Red yelled out sixty-nine so you’d know where he was.”
Drake rolled his eyes. “That’s his code name. Agent 69. He chose it.”
“What’s Campbell’s?”
“He went traditional,” said Drake. “He’s a Bond fan so he’s agent Double 0.”
Seemed appropriate. Campbell had given me O’s, double O’s and a few multiple O’s over the course of our night together.
“And you?”
“Double X,” he replied. “’Cause I’m big.” He laughed and then winced as he tried to move his ankle.
“How does it feel?”
“It hurts,” he answered simply. “I’d like to act all tough and macho but; it hurts.”
“I’m guessing you’ve had worse.”
Drake rolled his eyes. “Fell off a ski lift, fighting with a genetically enhanced… actually, the details don’t matter. I broke a leg, an arm and three ribs when I landed, and then kept sliding down the ski slope with people skiing around me and yelling at me to get out of their way.”
“How did you stop?”
“Hit a tree.” He shook his head. “That was a bad day at the office.”
I laughed. “Why do you do this job?”
I thought he would have a quick answer but instead he stared in thought for a while into the fire. “I sometimes ask myself. There are days when…” He paused again. “You know, it doesn’t matter if you’re a politician or a policeman or a charity worker or whatever, if you work in the public good, then some days you will have to do things that violate every moral standard you have to uphold that good. Those are hard days. But there again, in the end, you do make the world a better place.”
“The end justifies the means?” I suggested.
“That’s what they say,” he nodded. “But maybe the people who say that don’t know what the ‘means’ are. Sometimes those means are like a knife in your side.”
In between moments of blank terror and physical danger, I had been rather enjoying the excitement of my foray into the life of a supernatural secret agent. I had not really thought about some of the tough decisions my new friends might have to make.
“For what it’s worth,” I said, seeing the sadness in his eyes, “I can’t imagine you ever doing anything that wasn’t necessary. You – all three of you – what you do is amazing. I owe you my life. And I bet I’m not the only one. Don’t beat yourself up too much.”
Drake managed a smile. “Thank you. You’re pretty special yourself.”
I laughed. “No. I’m really not.”
He looked up at me and our eyes met. “There are different kinds of special, Jane. From where I’m sitting, you’re one in a million.”
Suddenly, the cave seemed awfully hot, and I became very aware of my own breathing. I wanted him, and at that moment it felt like he wanted me. But in the next moment, he had broken our gaze and his eyes returned to the fire.
“I hate to ask – don’t want to treat you like a slave – but would you mind getting some more wood for the fire? Chances are we’ll be here at least one night and we don’t want to be hunting about after dark.”
“Sure,” I nodded, quite glad of the excuse to leave. For all the progress I had made with Drake, I still didn’t feel like I knew him as well as the other two, largely because they wore who they were like a suit of clothes – everything plain to see. Drake was a closed book, and I had barely gotten through the first chapter. How I wished I could skip to the end.
In a way, we had been lucky with where we had crashed – in as much as you could be lucky in where you crashed – because we were not too high in the range. Towering above me were peaks on which snow and ice lay all year round, and while it was cool where we were – especially for someone dressed for the beach – it was manageable. There was not a lot of vegetation, and what there was, was mostly pretty scrubby, kept low by mountain winds, but there were a few trees about if you looked. It did mean scouting around a bit for firewood, but I didn’t mind. I was happy enough for something to do to take my mind off the fact that I was stranded on a mountain, and my growing attraction to Drake. Maybe the cold wind, whipping up my sarong, was just as well; I needed a bit of cooling down.
As I bent down to pick up what sticks I could find, from around the skeleton of an emaciated tree, bleached white by wind and cold, I heard the sound of movement from behind. Had Drake hobbled out to join me? But as I straightened up, a low growl rumbled from the rocks.
I spun around and saw, standing on a boulder, the biggest cougar I had ever seen. I haven’t seen a lot of cougars and it’s possible this one just looked bigger to me because I was so scared, but still; this was a large cat. With apparently little effort, the cougar sprang from its perch to the ground in front of me, thick muscles shifting sinuously beneath its fur. Another growl curled from the back of its throat as it took me in with wide eyes and bared its impressive teeth.
I’d always thought of myself as an animal lover – live and let live, I say. I’ve signed numerous petitions against the use of fur and the use of animals in the testing of cosmetics and all that sort of thing. I was in the cougar’s territory, and as far as it was concerned, I looked and smelled like lunch. I understood that, and I certainly wouldn’t blame the cougar. But I also didn’t want to die.
As the animal stared at me, I contemplated hurling a stick at it. That could go either way; either scaring it or angering it. Maybe I should hold that back until the last minute. I knew that in situations like this you were supposed to hold your ground, that the animal was as scared of you as you were of it. But my feet had started edging backwards of their own accord. Maybe that was why the cougar, with another growl, began to stalk towards me, taking slow deliberate steps. It had clearly learned to be nervous of man, but did not see anything to fear from me. It was hard for me not to look at those powerful hind legs, and not see them as a pair of tightly coiled springs, ready to pounce. If it wanted to, it could kill me in a moment. It had the strength to spring from where it was to where I was and there would be nothing I could do.
The cougar stopped in its stalking, and that stopping was more terrifying than the stalking had been. It was getting ready to jump. I played the only card I had. I threw one of my sticks, hitting it on the nose. It didn’t even seem to notice.
The cougar’s body tightened, ready for the leap.
“Hah! Get out of here!”
A rock sailed over my head and clattered to the ground at the cougar’s feet, quickly followed by another one that caught it on the side of the jaw. The cougar snarled and its eyes flashed anger, but another rock, hitting it between the eyes, made it back off.
“Jane, are you alright?�
�� Drake’s voice came from behind me.
“Yeah.” I didn’t look back at him, I was still unable to take my eyes off of the cougar, which was not leaving with the kind of speed I would have liked.
I jumped a little as I felt Drake’s hand touch my shoulder and only now did I look at him. “It’s okay.”
And when he said it, then I knew it was.
Leaning on his crutch, Drake stooped to pick up another rock, which he threw at the cougar, his aim spot on. The animal snarled one more time then darted off. I felt a little sorry for it, it probably needed a meal.
“Thank you.” I threw my arms around Drake in gratitude, but I probably went in a bit hard for a man on a crutch. We tumbled to the ground together, thrusting out hands to break our fall, laughing at our carelessness as we crumpled into a heap, me landing on top of Drake as he leaned back against a boulder.
We were face to face, smiling with relief and happiness. I kissed him. I didn’t really feel as if I had any choice.
To my delight, I found Drake kissing me back. His hand stroked through my hair, as gentle as a summer breeze. The taste of him on my lips fired my desire, and when I slipped my tongue into his mouth, I felt as if I might explode if something didn’t happen. As I wriggled against him in frustration, I could feel that his body was as in need of satisfaction as mine. I purred kittenishly into his mouth as we moved against each other, enjoying the erotic friction.
When the kiss ended, Drake eased me away from him a little. “I think maybe we should go back to the cave. You know; out of the cougar’s hunting territory.”
I grinned. “That sounds like a very good idea.”
Chapter 12
For all that he was currently somewhat hampered, I had a hunch that Drake would not have let that stop him from taking charge when we got back the cave. But I insisted he sit down, his back against the wall. Partly this was because he did need rest and I didn’t want to be responsible for irreparable damage to his ankle, but it was also because I wanted to please him, to thank him, to show how grateful I was for his saving my life. And I wanted him to watch.
Drake’s eyes widened as I began to move in time with music that I heard in my head, swaying my hips side to side, gyrating my body to a jungle beat. Grabbing the hem of my blouse, I executed a little spin, lifting the garment as I went, up and over my body and tossing it aside. Truth be told, the blouse was so diaphanous, this probably didn’t reveal anything that Drake hadn’t already been able to see. But the point of a striptease isn’t just to reveal – you can do that just by getting undressed – it’s how you do it. I teased my fingers into the waist of my sarong and was glad to see Drake lean forward slightly, his mouth a little open, his eyes glued to my movements.
I turned about as I unpeeled the wrap, peeping back at Drake from over my shoulder as I twitched the unwrapped sarong across my ass. I turned again but brought the sarong with me, still hiding the front view, feeling my soft breasts swing left and right in time with my movements – in time with unheard music. I could see Drake’s excitement building – he had seen me in my bikini before and yet, right now, he would have killed for a chance to peep behind that twitching sarong to get a glimpse at something he had already seen.
With a graceful twirl, I flung the sarong to one side, letting Drake get a good view of the front, where my bikini pants hugged the pouch of my pussy, and the back where they had ridden into my ass crack, leaving one cheek bare. He stared at me like a man possessed, and adjusted the front of his shorts to make room for what was going on inside them.
Though my striptease wasn’t over yet, I decided that I wasn’t going to be the one getting naked first. I approached Drake, going down on my hands and knees to crawl towards him, my breasts hanging enticingly below me. As I reached him, we kissed fiercely, my arousal and his frustration meeting in a fiery intensity that made me wonder how long I could string this out. With quick fingers, I opened his shorts and then dragged them down his legs, careful not to touch his twisted ankle. Looking back up, it was my eyes’ turn to widen. Drake was big. Even through the stretched cotton of his underwear I thought I could see the pounding pulse of the engorged organ trapped within. I ran my hand over the bulge in his underwear, feeling it strain in response. My breath was as loud and rapid as Drake’s as we both battled our powerful arousal. Grabbing the elastic waistband with both hands, I pulled hard and Drake sprang free, making me catch my breath. He was even bigger than I had anticipated; thick and strong, bullishly powerful.
More than anything I wanted to touch him but I held myself back. I had a striptease to finish, and I wanted to watch Drake watching me. I slipped back away from him, running teasing fingertips down his tensed thighs as I went, standing up and over him. His cool blue eyes now seemed to have a fire lit behind them as he watched me reach behind my back for the clasp of my bikini. My own gaze was just as hot as I watched his hand slowly move to grasp the shaft of his cock and squeeze tightly, making the bloated purple head swell still further. My breathing trembled as I watched him, seeing the effect that I was having on him. Finding the clasp of my bikini, I unclipped it, and without further teasing, peeled it down, letting my breasts tumble free before Drake’s eyes. He had begun stroking his cock now, beating harder and harder as the sight of my nudity fueled his already rampant desire.
His eyes flicked down to my bikini pants, the last barrier between us, and I looped my fingers into the waistband. This time, I turned my back as I slid the garment down my legs, baring the smooth, pale cheeks of my ass. I could hear Drake’s breathing intensify and the smacking of his fist against his hips sped up. Now I turned back to face him, naked and unashamed for his appreciation. His eyes roved across my form as he continued to stroke at his excited member, finally coming to rest on the crinkled lips that nestled between my thighs, surmounted by the trimmed landing strip that proclaimed me to be a natural redhead.
Drake looked up at me. “You’re lovely.”
The fact that he said ‘lovely’ rather than ‘beautiful’ or ‘gorgeous’ said a lot about Drake to me. There was a sweetness to the word, and I cherished it.
As I knelt down with Drake, we kissed again and his hands claimed my body, caressing wherever they lighted with a surprising lightness of touch. With one hand, I took hold of his cock, feeling it throb powerfully between my fingers. I wanted it badly, but I could wait. I had plans.
Gathering my breasts in both hands, I clasped them around his straining cock, smothering it in the flesh of my breasts and making Drake groan through gritted teeth. He was so big that, despite my breasts being pretty ample, the smooth head poked out through the top of my cleavage. I lowered my head to suck at it, messily coating it in saliva and drawing more groans from Drake. Keeping him tightly sandwiched, I slid up to engulf the head of his cock, then back down right to the base, dipping my head to suck him again as the head of his cock poked free. Soon, my saliva coated his whole shaft, spread along his length by my bosomy clasp. Drake was clearly in seven different kinds of heaven, gasping, grunting, groaning and straining; biting his lip, clenching his fists and pounding the rock floor as I worked his sensitive rod till it was one big nerve.
I was enjoying myself so much, not even thinking about myself, that I probably would have made him come between my breasts and been quite happy with that, had I not felt something down below. I wriggled in startled delight as Drake’s fingers found the dampness of my core and trespassed in. I looked up at Drake.
“If you’re going to kill me,” he said, between strained breaths, “then I’m taking you with me.”
I smiled and squeezed my tits hard about his pounding member, making Drake close his eyes, grit his teeth and pray for self-control. I knew what he wanted, because it was what we both wanted – but dammit, I was going to make him work for it.
Drake now started to guide me towards him. I shuffled in a small arc, my breasts still clasped about him, until I knelt over Drake’s head.
“Oh!” I almost let go of my breast
s as Drake’s tongue swept across my pussy, and when it slipped inside me, I gave up what I was doing to dig my nails into Drake’s muscular thighs, as sharp pleasure danced through my whole body.
I heard Drake gasp with relief as his cock was freed but I determined to make that relief short-lived and we settled down into a classic sixty-nine. Drake parted my tender lips, his tongue flashing, flickering and teasing everywhere it went, skirting along my sensitive lips or delving into deeper regions, lapping at my wet pussy or flirting with my throbbing clit. For myself, I treated Drake’s cock like the tasty treat it was, licking and biting, but mostly sucking as hard and as much as I could. Even my deep throating skills could not quite conquer Drake, more because of his girth than his length, but from the way his body shook when I took him as deep as I could, he was enjoying it plenty.
Fabulous though all this was, it had awakened my desire for something more substantial. I sat up from Drake’s urgent cock and wriggled my ass out of his hands and my pussy away from his tongue. He caught on instantly and guided me down his body with gentle hands till I knelt, facing away from him, with the bloated head of his cock pressed at the heat of my core.
I caught my breath and started a little as I pushed back – Drake really was more than I was used to. But he gently stroked my body, not pushing or forcing, but letting me take my time, and we fell into a lovely easy rhythm of back and forth, with him going a little deeper on every in stroke, his fingers teasing my clit. After the long torment I had put him through I was impressed he hadn’t come yet, instead it was me, fighting down the need to come as he filled me as no man ever had.
Finally, my body swallowed the last inch and my ass cheeks spread on his belly. I sat there, stuffed and stretched and so fucking happy, pulsing around that thick, heavy cock. The sensations were more than I could tolerate.
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