Spying With Sir

by Judy Jarvie

  “Warbie and I have worked together before. FYI, my eyes are gray, not blue. Hurt you hadn’t noticed. Clearly my mind control hasn’t worked. You have Warbie right—he’s a great guy to have around in a crisis.”

  “Been too busy insulting you to admire your eye-liner, Sir.”

  I fake a cheesy smile. “Keep that up and you might get promoted to favorite journalist.”

  “You have others here? You collect them?”

  Sparring with Kate is fun. But annoying as hell too. “Warbie was one of yours. Maybe that’s why you gel—hacks together. Drama queens and lushes all, I’m told.”

  I watch as she towels off her sweat—can I keep that as a souvenir? “You mean if I play my cards right I could apply for a job making Interpol’s beds and suppers? Hold me back!”

  I’m properly laughing, and I never do that at work. I rarely laugh hard at all. Since Nathan. Since Gina. Losing two people who get you in close succession can do that. I may be a hard ass but I do, I’ve found, still have a heart with a spot that leaks fuel.

  “Shower, sweet cheeks?” I ask her, feigning Warbie’s accent. “Summon me, mistress—should you require anything to improve your stay?”

  She laughs, then looks at her disarray. “Sweat cheeks fits better. Industrial strength power washers and a loofah with disinfectant to go.”

  “Take the wet-room. I’ll wait—you go first.”

  “I’m moved beyond words.” She does a hand-swirling courtier courtesy pose. I’m grinning like a boy. Together we play so High school it needs its ass kicked. So I launch a fluffy towel and point to the door. She enters, closes, and I itch to follow so badly I root my feet.

  So why don’t you do it?

  No cameras. You knew this.

  Jumping into burning buildings, scaling sheer faces and throwing grenades is one thing. Taking bad guys down face to face—perk of the job. Facing women you’re attracted to head-on, and throwing risk at the wall during work time after what happened with Gina and the fails I made with Nathan—well, give me a grenade between my teeth any day.

  Can I handle getting close to a woman when falling for Gina blew apart in all the wrong ways?

  I smell hot disaster and inability to stop my feet. I suspect head-turning sex is not in my sanctioned Interpol plans. But fuck it.

  To use agent code—gun me up and live life wild—because we can be dead before we’re ready.

  As Gina learned to her cost.

  I’ve survived in the wreckage of this lesson, so I know.

  * * * *

  “So—I’m in here. Because I want you. Sound doable?”

  As sex-intro lines go it’s crud. This, I know.

  But I’m inside the wet room and it’s because I want to be inside her. My dick is loaded with need and a hankering for action.

  The door wasn’t locked. Did she know? Did it matter when I have a master key anyhow? Would tasered wild horses have stopped me?

  “Come in, the water’s lovely,” she says. Her voice is a gentle enticement like the soothing H2O cascade she’s under.

  Inside, I’m cheering for joy. Mostly because I can see the black blur of that tatt, the shadow of her pussy. My lust stupor leads me to the shower—a clear screen that’s steam-fogged, and the hot steam swirls Turkish bath style. I shuck off my shorts and vest. Move the damn screen.

  “So I can join you and you won’t yell and attack me? Not sure if this was my plan or yours—or neither?”

  “Get in, Dan. What did I say before about talking too much?”

  Kate stops moving, but she’s in silhouette. A very lithe and wet-hot silhouette.

  I want to rain on her with my greedy, wild kisses. I want to do it long enough to explain this impulse without words. So she’ll know I’m more than just hot for her—I’m brainlessly gone. This isn’t just a sex pit-stop. This is something we can’t ignore and not follow.

  “Sounds like you’re not as pissed with me crashing your shower as I feared you might be.”

  “I’m only pissed it took you this long.”

  My hard-on’s become an untamable thing with a mind of its own. Proud as iron between my legs and rampaging to get at her. It knows where it wants to go and I don’t want to stop its fast-track aspirations.

  “I can’t get your damn tattoo, face, your hot body or sexy ass out of my brain. Were you waiting? Or am I totally wrong in this?”

  “We both know the answer.” Kate slides out and into my body space. Wet. Glistening. Naked, and even better in the flesh than my dreamed-up, brain-airbrushed-portrait version. “Waiting can heighten anticipation, can’t it? Thanks for asking first, Sir. Thought you’d never climb down off the high and mighty principles code. Glad you did.”

  She welcomes me to her, wrapping my head in her wet, slithering hands. Wow. As lines go hers rock.

  Especially when her tits stand to such ready attention, peaked just for me, rubbing at my chest to say hi—and she smiles as her mouth meets mine and teases a welcome.

  She’s glistening like a nymph in a moonlit pool. She’s here ready for me to touch and feel and kiss. Let me at it! I touch everywhere I can with fingers, palms, mouth, tongue.

  I claim her mouth, paying special homage after snatched kisses that could be improved on with privacy and no time limit. Man, is what greets me divine! She’s a tongue ninja who’s just got her Frenchies black belt. Fuck—she’s going to blow my mind. Backwards. Then flat on its back.

  “So sue me, I want you. Can’t believe I’m saying it but I do…” she whispers as I kiss her neck and shoulders like a ravenous desert wanderer at a full banquet table. She’s all over my body too in the most blissful of ways. Will I stay the course or do a spurt of shame in this fast-speed, surprise shower flesh orgy for two?

  “I’m in meltdown, honey. But this has gotta be consensual—you gotta know the full score and be okay with it.”

  “Meaning?”

  “No freak-outs after fucking.”

  Wow. I’m being blunter than a rough-hewn brick, but I guess that’s the power of a nuclear dick that’s just found where it most wants to be and won’t wait. I have to think with my brain for a minute here. It takes concerted effort.

  “I don’t want my mission jeopardized by any of this.”

  She soothes me with her kisses. “Won’t be. Why would I freak out when the sex will be as good as I know it’s going to be?”

  “Even if it’s vanilla sex? No feasible kink in this place? No time, not enough sex shops with decent opening hours for starters…”

  She laughs against my cheek. “Do you hear me complaining? It’s all in the execution, Sir.”

  I whisper, “Just so happens erotic is my brand. I like my girls in cuffs. Leather usually. Sometimes rope. Ankle bars. When it comes to sex play I like control and experimentation. Even women who’ll treat me bad.”

  “Sounds divine. I’ve never tried being bad with a Sir, but now you bring it up, it could be workable.”

  “What’s your fave kind?” I ask her.

  “Men who know what they want and aren’t afraid to take it.”

  I smile and hold her in place with hands at each side of her face as I kiss her like I’ve wanted to since I met her. Inside I’m singing—and it’s a hot sexy song that makes me feel joy and power. Especially as I dick-press against her and she widens to let it slide where she most wants it.

  “Fuck, Katie!”

  Bastard and Sir shelved her. I want to show her it can be different. I may have a pedigree of callous job smarts, but I want to show her it can be good and a guy can only go on for so long repeatedly mentally undressing her and replaying that cave kiss on slow-mo.

  Finally she’s mine and naked, wet and showering is part of the party trick too.

  I touch that delicious, dark delta of curls at her pussy and find it hot and wet and ready for me. She gasps as I finger-lave her there—giving her due warning of what’s to come. Enjoying her breathing and tiny squeaks of appreciation, I rub her clit as I kiss
her mouth hard and get her panting good and hard. Nice. Her dirty tongue tells me this is just the tip and she wants way more.

  I pull a condom from my three-pack. That gym locker stash was my savior today. “You like?”

  “Try…find out.”

  I’m smiling as I slide my finger inside her, and she grinds onto it and grins into my kisses. She clenches strong muscles good and hard, that have me panting in anticipation.

  “I think you’re packing more ammo than that, Sir.”

  I growl deep in my throat as my dick pushes my foreplay out of the way. I’m in a condom in seconds. My tip at her pussy is being promised a damn good time.

  “This trying to be a gentleman thing ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

  She kisses me. It’s not the way you’d kiss politely. Wet and demanding and hard with a tongue that’s carnal and explicit in each move. “Then don’t be shy. Be Sir. Fuck me.”

  I pull her ass up and raising her as I spear my dick inside in with one move that takes us both hard and fast against the wall. She yelps, but her pleasure’s clear—it’s a fun, ‘give it to me now’ sound and, man, she’s excited. Climbing me like a tree at the sensations of being joined. Hard’s exactly the brand of sexual self-expression I need right now.

  “Sir. You got me. Consider me under arrest.”

  She’s moving on me. Claiming her control. I pull out, then ram back home, deeper. Her approving moan is all I need to know she likes being lawfully detained.

  “Let me set the pace.”

  My fingers tease her nipples as I slam back and slide her up the wall with the ferocity of my thrusts. But I sense she wants it hard and fast, so I speed up to fall in line with her demands. Damn, it’s the fastest action, full throttle, blast-it-on-turbo fuck I’ve had in a while. She’s loving every nanosecond.

  I’m pounding, pumping hard into her pussy and taking no prisoners, and she’s grabbing hold so tightly, it’s probably leaving nail marks. She’s slamming back, jolting up and down on my dick with cries of an oblivion-ride to match. Such obvious enjoyment—it’s liberating to watch a woman so at home with how she wants it, especially when I hear her pussy making noises that tell me it’s having fun all on its own.

  And it turns me on in a way I haven’t been. No boner turning flaccid here—no job regrets. No visions of crime scenes. No Nathan lying lifeless. No memories of receiving news from my NYPD colleagues that my regular woman has just been pronounced dead.

  This is steel cock that can go on, and is ready to rocket with wild woman unleashed. Kate’s grinning as she’s coming.

  “Come for me, baby. Come for me, Katie.”

  It slips out. But it’s her name I’m calling, nobody else’s. I feel her tense her muscles, then release on purpose. Is it punishment or approval? Again, and again. It blows my mind. I wanted to last and show her some good love, but I can’t steer this. She’s grinding on my cock, using her hold on me for torsion, and she’s coming hard and fast in explicit Technicolor—I hear her pleasure moans and sounds and it’s manna.

  “Yeah, baby. Man, you’re good.”

  She’s such a wet dream to watch in action. Now I’m lost—losing my control inside her as my climax rips me to shit and I fill her pussy with my cum. Our friendly Mr. Condom is our only barrier here and her pert, glossy breasts promise me future wet dreams. I may have come, but there’s a lot more that I want from this chick, and soon. She’s a legend and I want it all.

  Kate looks at me, licks my lips, and clings onto my neck as the water beats us, but we’ll never be clean after this future-altering action. Just hooked.

  “Okay, you can call me Katie. Kinda like it. Now you’ve earned your fuck stripes.”

  I lift her, but her legs are still wrapped around me, and my dick is inside her. It likes it there.

  “My muscles have gone. Think they’re asleep. A bed to lie down on would be nice—do I ask too much? Could Warbie impro?”

  “Shower—take it slow. You’ll come down in time. No way is anyone intruding on this spot of heaven, Katie mine.”

  She clings to my torso and I’ve never felt manlier. More brimming with the thought that ‘For Now I Want This and More of This’. For me that’s big. Larger than huge.

  “Thanks, Sir. You were awesome.” She kisses me, eyes fluttering open.

  My mouth’s gone dry. Dry as my thirst on Planet Hot after everybody had been doing a twelve-hour high-energy workout without water.

  Our gazes slowly meet.

  “Full points for fuck-tastic.”

  “I win,” I answer, and she shakes with low laughter. “Thanks to you. Next time I’ll find us some toys.”

  Whoever her past lovers were—they were jackass dickwads. They didn’t deserve her, and are owed time inside just for messing with her head. I turn her round and sweep her hair aside. Thinking of the impact this woman’s fine ass made in an airport, I revel in the fact that right now she’s mine! Talk about ego promotion. I kiss those shoulders and pay attention on her neck until she moans afresh. Then I let my eyes fall to the tattoo. The one that had me at a glimpse.

  Thankfully I’m a guy who is practiced in putting things right in the long haul. At making sure justice is served. She needs ego-boosting—and I know the best therapy man has. This and more of it.

  “Guess there’s a new Sir on duty around here—if it suits, I could take over your personal needs duties?”

  She wiggles her smooth, sweet ass over the greedy tip of my pleading dick. Then gives me cartoon chick eyes and my cock’s so zoom-charged it might’ve been bitten by a lethal tropical bug. There’s no telling it ‘down boy’ now.

  “Oooh,” she answers. “I’m not sure. Maybe we should try so I can judge?”

  Kate sighs and pulls my hand to stroke her. Katie. Knew it. Proved it. Claimed it.

  “More please. I promise I’ll come willingly.” I think that answer is a definite yes.

  Equals one happy but code-busted guy.

  * * * *

  Kate

  Dan touches me, and I implode inside in the nicest of ways. Just a flick of my clit after orgasm and I’m ready again. The point of contact tingles and surges with intense heat and power throughout my entire body, and I shiver at the way he kisses me from behind. Something inside fizzes and melts, and I yearn for more. My pussy wants him. All the way, every way.

  He can be my stand-in Sir, no question.

  Any old time he chooses.

  I’m smiling as I feel his dick slide behind me. The breath shoots out of my body—he’s so big and long. He takes me deeper than any man has. He’s already in a condom. The packet’s tossed on the floor. Quite a guy.

  Dan moves, and it spins me into happy-mounting-thrills-zone. Back and forth—hit my spots then slide. Deeper, so far I cry out. A spot that sets my neurons on fire. Deep, holy G. The sensation is a sublime hit but this is the tip of our action, merely suggesting adventures to follow. What will he be like with toys and tools and full Sir on parade? I can barely wait.

  I moan when he bites my neck in a way that says he’s about to get heavier than before. For vanilla straight-forward—this hits my notes.

  “More…you really want more?” I’m a kidder. But why stop when it can be this much fun? “Don’t you have work to do?”

  “Work can wait,” he growls into my neck, then flicks me round and he’s on my nipples, seizing them with his teeth and staking his claim to parts of me, not fully versed in the ways of Dan.

  “Ow,” I protest playfully as the passion verges on pain, nipping, sucking, grazing. But it feels damn good and I force myself deeper into his mouth, and revel in sensation when his hand claims my sex again. He’s rough with me but I like it. My clit wants him—my whole pussy craves his dick. But there’s time yet. He’s fingering my folds, and I’m non-verbal with pleasure as his finger goes up inside me.

  I tongue-kiss my approval at his handling of this second ride of our day.

  “Shame we don’t have a bed,” I whimper. />
  “You like it in beds? You keep talking about beds…”

  “More room, soft landings.”

  “And here was me thinking you’re a girl who likes it hard?”

  “Very hard. You up to that? Those cuffs have been on my mind…often.”

  What a tease I sound. But something about Dan Draven wires me to flirt and get pushy playful, and crave all he can give.

  “Can you handle that I like it rough back, Katie?”

  I stare at him, trying to discern his meaning. “What kind of rough?”

  “I’m pretty great at control. But I like it rough in return. You up for being dominant?”

  “Never say no.” Just then the wind makes the door rattle in its frame, spooking me and springing me right back to the moment. “Shit. What if somebody opens the door?” I’m whispering. “It’ll cause a scandal.”

  He’s working my clit with immense skill to make my breath quicken and my pussy yearn more for his hardest part. As water beats down and we drain Santorini—and one another—dry.

  “What if we’re interrupted? Doesn’t that turn you on? The view from here is so worth not stopping.”

  And to match his words, he rams inside me. Ramrod dick that drives me so it scoots me up the wall hard to his body. He pounds inside me hard, again, again, again. Filled so full I’ll never recover from the perfection of this.

  “How about I flip you over again? I want you not knowing which way is up after this…”

  “You wouldn’t…”

  “Wouldn’t I?”

  And in a swift sharp turn he has me against the tile. This time face to tiles and dick pressing into me, hard and long and entering on one firm steady thrust that goes right to my deepest place and makes me moan out in joy. He holds me there as I pulse my muscles against him as hard as I can.

  And his groan of desire buoys me like a dingy sailing home after a storm.

  “You said you liked it hard,” he teases softly.

  “You listen, don’t you?”

  And I’m so nearly undone on one thrust I can barely talk, let alone stand to think. He plunges back out and back in, and repeats the move over three, four times at a speed that leaves me seeing stars, and I’m slapping back onto his balls with force, but it’s all the more sublime. We start to come together. Panting and groaning in our joint fight for the summit.