by Taylor Lee
“Please, Noah. I need to touch you. I… I… want to taste you.”
He shook his head and pushed her hand to her side.
“Uh uh, pussy cat. There’s so damn many things I’m going to do to that hot body of yours, the last thing I need is a distraction.” His eyes sparkled as he gazed at her lips. “Although you can definitely hold that thought. The idea of that luscious, loving mouth of yours wrapped around my dick and sucking me dry would make about thirty of my most riveting dreams come true.”
He leaned down and pulled off one of her boots and then the other, dispensing with her socks just as quickly. His eyes lit up at the sight of her ankle sheathe, replete with her collapsing balisong blade. His muttered, “Good girl,” caused a wave of gratitude to flood her, glad that she’d pleased him. Yanking at her tank top he pulled it over her head. Then, with an economical move, he had her jeans unzipped and at her ankles before she could object. Thanking the lingerie gods who’d known enough to have her don her laciest black bra and thong before she went out tonight, Ruby basked in the deep, male groan that rose from Noah’s chest as he gazed down at her. There was something so primal in his scrutiny that for the first time in her life she didn’t feel the need to defend her body. His low reverential murmur said it all.
“Jesus, Ruby. Holy Christ, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. God, darlin’, do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this? Spread before me for the taking?”
His presumptuous claim should have annoyed her, instead it filled her with daring. Feeling like a peacock wanting to spread its colorful tail or a panther arcing in heat, she arched her back causing her full breasts to rise.
Noah made a sound between groan and a laugh.
“That’s right, fire woman. Show me those gorgeous breasts of yours.” He reached underneath her and freed her bra, tossing it to the floor. Capturing the lush mounds in both hands, his face lit with wonder.
“Jesus, darlin,’ do you know how much I’ve wanted to hold these gorgeous breasts in my hands? How I’ve longed to play with these pretty pink nipples with my fingers and teeth? How I’ve wanted to taste you, suckle you, until you’re screaming for release?”
Ruby twisted beneath him, shocked at how desperately she wanted him to do all of those things—but not knowing how she could keep from climaxing if he did. She arched her back, raising her breasts closer to his mouth and begged him
“God, yes, Noah. Do that. Do all of that. I’m dying for your hands and mouth on my breasts.”
Shocked that she’d so blatantly begged him to suckle her, Ruby couldn’t hold back a scream when he sucked one taut nipple into his mouth and bit down. Tugging on the other with his fingers, drawing the delicate tip to a long point, he massaged it between his clever fingers and thumb. Ruby had never known how sensitive her breasts were. But then she’d never had anyone do what Noah was doing. If anything, Stuart had seemed intimidated by the size of her breasts, making her more self-conscious than she already was. He’d even intimated that at some point she might consider a breast reduction. In contrast, Noah’s open adoration, and fulsome words of praise, were nectar to her hungry soul.
He kicked off his boots and then crawled up over her. Straddling her, he threw her an inquiring glance.
“Has anyone ever brought you to orgasm by playing with these beautiful, majestic breasts?”
The thought of Noah sucking and tormenting her breasts until she climaxed shot a powerful surge of heat to her womb. Unable to do more than shake her head no, Ruby prayed that Noah would make good on his erotic threat.
Noah’s low chuckle confirmed his intent. “Then, sweet woman, be prepared to scream because I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”
Long minutes later she clung to him sobbing, begging him not to stop, as she gave into the most earthshaking climax of her life.
Cuddling her in his arms, holding her against his chest as she tried to come down from the shattering aftershocks of not one, but two orgasms, Noah murmured in her ear.
“Now that I have confirmed that you are as hot and needy as I am, it’s time for me to cast my rod downstream.”
With a twist of his hand he ripped the strings of her miniscule thong revealing her hairless mound. Noah’s eyes widened dramatically, as they had when he saw her naked breasts.
“Oh God, darlin’, have mercy on me. Why didn’t you tell me you were bare?”
His stunned appreciation of her bare pussy made it almost impossible for Ruby to choke out a response.
“Uh, because… you… you… never asked me?”
He shook his head and murmured, “Another cruel oversight I’ll never forgive myself for. But, Ruby, my love, it’s only fair to warn you. What I just did to your breasts will seem like a mere amuse bouche compared to the way I’m going to attack you here.”
Even knowing what he was going to do, Ruby was unprepared for his aggressive move. Rising to stand on the side of the bed, Noah reached for her and jerked her over to the edge. Spreading her knees apart with his strong hands, he pressed her knees back against her chest exposing her pussy to his unobstructed view. Ruby would have been horrified at how exposed she was except for his passionate groan and gruff words.
“God, Ruby. Look at you. You’re wet, darlin’. No, love, let me correct that. You’re soaking wet, dripping with the sweetest dew in the world! How do I know how sweet it is before I even taste you? Because, fire woman, your fragrance alone, that sweet musky mix of arousal and spice is drawing me in, preparing me for the taste of you.”
Ruby felt his strong fingers part her feminine folds, and slip inside her pussy. She barely had time to cry out, much less breathe, when he leaned down and licked her clit. The feeling of his expert fingers probing deep inside of her, while he mercilessly ran his tongue over and around the sensitive nub was addictive, intoxicating. It was as though she’d caught fire. She cried out at the two pronged assault, her passionate cries echoing in her ears.
He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and spread her legs impossibly wider and gazed at her in wonder.
“Oh, my darling, do you know how beautiful you are? How swollen these pretty lips are, how your body is crying out for me?” Reaching deep inside of her, he withdrew his fingers. Rubbing the glistening digits against her mouth, his voice was low, streaked with passion.
“Taste yourself, love. Have you ever tasted anything more erotic, more exotic?”
The taste, and his strong fingers rubbing against her swollen lips, made her desperate for more; more of his touch, his lips on her clit, more of him. Ruby cried out, her voice a pleading wail.
“Oh, God, Noah. Please come inside me. Please, I need you. Like I’ve never needed anything in my life.”
He stood and shoved his jeans to the floor, Stepping out of them, he loomed over her. The intense expression on his face should have terrified her. His jaw was rigid. Sweat glistened on his upper lip and forehead. His eyes were black with lust. But it was the sight of his fearsome, erection that drove the passionate sobs from her lips.
Grasping his prick at the base he slid the glistening tip against her swollen folds. His voice was deep, wracked with passion.
“Is this what you need, Ruby? Is It? Is this what you need—deep inside of you?”
When she could only sob out her desire, his voice dropped further, sending a firestorm of passion across her overwrought nerves.
“Tell me, Ruby! Say it, tell me what you want!”
When she wailed incoherently, he landed a sharp slap on her ass cheek. Shocked at the assault, she cried out. In response he lifted her bottom off the bed and rained a series of slaps on one bare cheek then the other.
His rough command intensified the burning sensations assaulting her flaming skin. “Dammit, Ruby. Tell me, darlin’, tell me what you want. Now, Ruby. Now!”
Stunned at the heat flaring on her ass, and the tsunami of sensations that threatened to blow her apart, she cried out, �
�Please, Noah! Please. I want you! I want your cock deep inside of me. Now, damn you! Now!”
Noah’s chuckle at her desperate order was harsh, grating.
“Then, my love, you shall have it.” He added with a growl, “All of it, Ruby. All of me!”
He grabbed her legs and pulled them up over his shoulders, bringing her pussy hard against his burgeoning cock. When Noah pressed the engorged head against her weeping entrance and began to thrust, Ruby gave into a storm of passion, the likes of which she had never felt, never dreamed was possible.
As he drove deeper and deeper inside of her to a place she hadn’t known existed, Ruby shattered. His triumphant shout echoed her passionate cries.
“Yes, fire woman, yes! Like that, Ruby. Come, baby, come with me. Come like neither one of us has ever come before!”
With a wail that reverberated across the room, Ruby did as Noah told her. She clung to her lover like a shipwrecked woman clinging to a life raft and gave in to a deeper and more passionate orgasm than she’d ever experienced in her life.
Chapter 19
Three days later Ruby pretended to be absorbed in the latest Live and Style magazine. Oohing over the riveting cover story detailing Kim and Kanye’s one year anniversary, including the “Never-Before-Seen” photos from their wedding, Ruby lounged on the sofa in Clay Drechsler’s office. Pretending to ignore the heated discussion taking place at the conference table, she marveled at how easy it had been to insert herself into Clay’s inner circle. Of course, to the intense men glaring at each other across the table she was practically invisible, mere “eye candy” that was there for their visual pleasure should they want it. Glancing down at her low rider jeans and lacy halter top, she chuckled to herself. Damn, if those guys only knew how simple it was to manipulate a bunch of assholes who led with their dicks.
As impressive as her accepted presence was, the fact that Grayson had also become part of the FAN insider group spoke to their acting skills and the compelling covers that Ian and Diamond had created for them both. Gray’s voice was nonchalant as he faced off against Logan McIntyre, whose flushed face and harsh tone was a given whenever Gray spoke.
Nodding at the fuming man, Gray shrugged.
“Look, asshole, no one is forcing you to buy a goddamn thing from me. Put your money in T-bills instead. I’ll find other customers. It’s your call or, can I assume, Clay’s call. You tell me whether you’re interested in a shipment of H&K G36’s and HK 416’s, which I believe are the best assault rifles on the market. Add in a few crates of Big Macs, Mcmillan Tac 50’s and Chey Tac M 200’s for the best sniper rifles on any market and you’ve got a shipment that will have your ‘overseas’ clients spilling under their disdashas and thobes.”
He took a hearty swallow of whiskey and met Drechsler’s hard gaze.
“Like I said, no one is forcing you, Clay, to purchase from me. I will only tell you that the reason that Noah Walker and his band of incompetent Fibbies haven’t been able to nail me is because I’ve created a network that is virtually invisible. That said, if we can come to an agreement, I’ll put you in contact with a few of my best clients.” He added with a derisive snort, “Or maybe I’ll just give you the list of the Fed’s Ten Most Wanted Terrorist organizations in the world and you can contact any one of them.”
Drechsler was quiet for a long moment than cocked a brow and took a long drag of his Dominican Republic Davidoff cigar.
“You make a compelling case, John. And, if you can deliver, we have clients who will be creaming their drawers to purchase as many of these weapons as you can acquire. So, yes, your proposal certainly interests me. But, like my lieutenant, I am unwilling to take your word for it. Two things stand in my way. Number one, how do I confirm that you have access to these kinds of weapons; AND number two, and more importantly, that you are willing to sell them—for a price that works for me.”
Gray laughed. “Ah, and therein is the rub isn’t it, Clay? I know damn well you’ve had your men sniffing up the skivvies of every SOB in my past, including my 8th grade football coach who was the horniest bastard I ever got bounced out of Lincoln Memorial Junior High. What you haven’t found, and won’t find, is any evidence of the trades I’ve made or who my specific clients are. The only thing you’ll discover is that the ATF, ICE, Homeland Security, and every other asshole national and international organization, has me in their crosshairs.”
Gray grinned and held up his glass in a toast to himself. “As you’ll notice, I don’t have so much as a scratch on this glorious body of mine.”
Gray’s smile faded, replaced by an expression that Ruby knew well. His baby blue eyes darkened almost to navy and his jaw tightened dangerously. Almost imperceptibly the grinning “surfer dude” morphed into the hardcore badass that he’d claimed to be. His voice was low, insinuating, as he focused his intense gaze on Drechsler.
“I was also told that you earned every bit of your dishonorable discharge from the fucking United States Army—and then some. As did I. I was told that you are a straight up guy who is true to his word and that any of the assholes who were dumb enough to double cross you aren’t alive to brag about it.”
Gray leaned back in his chair and casually propped his feet up on the corner of the table, eliciting an angry grunt from McIntyre.
“If you think about it, Clay, that’s why no one can pin a goddamn thing on me. Anyone who was stupid enough to blab about me ended up with his dick shoved deep down his throat. Even those haji bastards respect that particular American brand of vigilante justice, although they prefer to slice off their enemies’ heads.” He added with an amused snort, “Guess that says something about the way we Yanks value our pricks.”
Ned Angler broke into the round of appreciative laughs from most of the men at the table. Ned’s dark expression didn’t allow for amusement. Frowning, he turned to Drechsler, who still had a slight smile on his face from Gray’s irreverent banter.
“If you are interested in my opinion, Clay, I’m with Logan on this one. Fuck it all, man, this motherfucker comes riding into Cochise County with a big grin on his cocky mug and a deal that no self-respecting terrorist organization would refuse. Hell, I can name at least eight of our regulars who would give their virgin whores for a piece of this action. That said, what do we know about this asshole? Moreover, how do we know he can produce and at a price that makes it worth considering the danger?”
Drechsler nodded in agreement.
“Precisely the points I was making, Ned. And, of course, we will not agree with our ‘cocky’ friend here without proof. BUT, and I concede it is a big but, if Mr. Stapleton can deliver on his promise it could be the Triple Crown we’ve been looking for.”
For a moment Drechsler hesitated, exposing the first indication of concern that Ruby had seen him reveal. When he finally spoke, his grim demeanor ensured that everyone in the room was focused on their leader.
“Look, men, I’m not giving away any of our trade secrets. John knows our situation or he wouldn’t be here. Right now we are doing well, astonishingly well. Our coffers are full to the point that we almost don’t need the meth traffic to meet our needs. But if we’re going to be a genuine player on the world stage, not merely viewed as a bunch of rag-tag, home grown terrorists, we need to ramp up our presence. Dramatically!”
Drechsler sat up in his chair and leaned forward. Ruby had seen the lunatic light flashing in his eyes before. It revealed a passion, a demonic drive that had been part of the essential DNA of every terrorist leader she’d known. These men were driven by an insatiable need for power that made them fierce, violent tyrants, and, she reminded herself, what also made them vulnerable. As she could have told Clay, but was sure he wouldn’t listen, the downfall of heroes from King Oedipus, to Doctor Faustus to Frankenstein was not caused by their enemies but rather by their own vaunted hubris. She could only pray that Clay would follow the mold. That his greed and need for unadulterated adulation, would blind him to the forces determined to take him dow
n.
Turning to Gray, Drechsler’s voice was calm, controlled. Only the smoldering coals burning in his eyes underscored his threat.
“You’re correct about our need for your product. Not only do we need it, but we also have clients clamoring for it. Here is my proposal to you. By midnight Friday, I want to see a sample crate of your wares and your signed agreement to the price I’m willing to pay. If both are not in place by midnight Friday, you can be assured that the particular brand of justice we Yanks practice, among other tortures, will be part of your last agonized hours on this earth.”
Gray held up his hands and his customary smile spread across his handsome face as he rose to his feet and extended his hand to Drechsler.
“Assuming that your offer is a legitimate one, consistent with the state of the world market, how can I disagree? Once we agree on the price, I assure you that by Friday midnight, you will see examples of the most desired weapons available today on the world’s black market.”
Drechsler rose and shook his hand, then smiled pleasantly as if they were coming to an agreement on a racy sports car, not weapons that could, and would, be used to attack their country.
“I look forward to both our agreement and the examples of your wares, John.”
Sinking back down in his chair, Drechsler met Logan McIntyre’s angry gaze.
“Now, if you don’t mind, let us move on to the issue that has my second in command nearing the heart attack zone. That is the ever so charming, ever so dangerous, son of a bitch, Agent Noah Walker.”
McIntyre emitted a low animalistic growl. His scarlet-infused cheeks reddened more, competing with the color of his shock of red hair.
“Finally, we get to the subject we should be dealing with before we do another goddamn thing. And that is how we get rid of the nigger!”
Drechsler frowned and looked over his shoulder at Ruby stretched out on the divan, flipping through the pages of her magazine.
“Now, now, Logan. Name-calling isn’t necessary. Remember we have company. We don’t want the delectable Ruby to think that we are backwoods racists. Au contraire. Agent Walker would be dangerous if he was a redheaded, blue-eyed Irishman like yourself. The fact that he is of the Negro persuasion, and happens to be the son of the only black Senator in the country, makes him more dangerous, and makes our getting rid of him… delicate.”