by Alana Melos
She wasn’t about to let him rest for long, however, and she slid her body along his. The warmth of her skin roused him, and he cracked his eyes open. Instead of cracking wise like he might have done normally, he grabbed her by her hair and rolled. She whooped in surprise and suddenly, he was on top of her, pinning her to ground. Cindy struggled in his grasp, but he held her firm. “Now,” he whispered against her lips. “It’s my turn.”
He kissed her hard, desire and lust for this woman still hot and heavy in his veins. Her skin, her scent, everything about her inflamed his senses. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her, biting her lip, making her want him as much as he had wanted her. She moaned somewhere deep in her throat, and he broke the kiss, moving down to her jaw. Rock planted kisses along her neck, tasting her skin, feeling her heart beat in time with his own. He released her hair only to find her small hands and hold them together with one of his, pinning them just above her head.
Already wanton from pleasuring him, Cindy writhed beneath him. Rock found that incredibly arousing, knowing she had enjoyed the blow job almost as much as he did. He ran his free hand down her side, and curved up to cup her clothed breast. Squeezing the mound gently, he ran the tips of his fingers to the inside of the cup, teasing her nipple which was already hard. The action brought the softest of moans. Encouraged, he brushed it again, and she shifted her hips, trying to get him to stimulate her with his leg or cock, which was already growing hard again at seeing her lustfulness.
“You like that?” he asked, lowering the cup of her bra to expose her breast to the chilly air. He bent down and licked it, slowly, teasing her as she teased him. When she moaned, he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled, giving her the same treatment she had given him. Before long, she was writhing underneath him even more, sultry moans coming from her throat. He let go of her wrists and leaned up just a little so he could run both of his hands down her body, letting them feel her sensual curves. When he reached the hem of her jean shorts, he tugged them down and slid them off of her legs along with her underwear.
Now that she was as bare as he was, he let his fingers do the walking, testing the firmness and softness of her skin, drawing circles with his fingertips as he honed in on her pussy. He took his time about it, watching her reactions as she whimpered and moaned next to him. When he reached the apex of her legs, she opened them for him without a fight, exposing her pussy to him. Rock slid his fingers down the length of her wetness, watching her shiver and moan under his touch. Circling her clit, he began to tease her as she had teased him, rubbing her gently as he found her most sensitive areas. Her open mouth looked so inviting, so he kissed her as she writhed, tasting her once again as he pleasured her with his hand.
When he broke the kiss, he whispered against her lips, “Do you want to come by my cock or my tongue?”
The question itself seemed to make her moan in desire, and she breathed, “Your cock… please, just fuck me… oh God….”
“Tongue it is then,” he smiled, licking her lips for a moment as he stuck a finger inside her pussy and began to pump her. “It was a trick question anyway… you’re going to come by both.”
Cynthia groaned, her hips moving in time to his hand. He worked his way down her voluptuous, sensuous body, taking time to kiss and nibble every inch of her on the way down. As she took her time with him, so he did with her. When he was between her legs, he spread her lips wide with a hand as he continued to fuck her wet pussy with a finger, soon inserting another one to fill her a little more. Her scent intoxicated him; he couldn’t tease her for too long as he wanted to taste her, and taste her he did. As he licked her clit, he reveled in her smell, her taste. Each lick made her moan, and made his cock grow harder. His tongue circled her clit, then flicked it, over and over again. The intent had been to tease, but now he wanted her. He couldn’t wait to fuck her.
A new mission in mind, he attacked her clit, lashing it with her tongue until she was left breathless, moaning helplessly as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her pussy tightened around his fingers as he licked her, and he thrust them in and out, rubbing over the spot which gave her the most pleasure. Each gasp, each breath, each moan gave him more and more energy to pleasure her. The heat in her pussy rose, and she cried out as ecstasy rolled through her. Her pussy clenched tight, and Rock licked for all he was worth, wanting her to come and to keep coming, over and over again.
He rode out her orgasm as best he could as she bucked her hips wildly. Savoring every bit of her juices, and her pleasure, he withdrew his hand slowly, placing a gentle kiss upon her swollen flesh. Without giving her a chance to recuperate, he lifted her legs up and noted that while he had been busy licking her sweet pussy, she’d removed her bra so her beautiful breasts were free and bare. As he cupped one, he put one of her legs over his shoulders, then the other. His cock stood hard and ready, wanting her, aching for her. “Now I’m going to fuck you until you come,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock against her wetness to lubricate himself.
“I can’t,” she said, breathy and sweating from her exertion. “Oh God, that was so good… I can’t…” Yet with every pass of his cock over her clit, she moaned or whimpered.
“Tell me you want me,” he said, throwing her words back at her. He thrust just a little with his cock, and was rewarded with one of the sexiest gasps he’d ever heard, made even more so by her flushed face, her plump, red lips. “You can feel how much I want you, Cynthia.”
“Yes….” she said, drawing the word out as she gasped again when he rolled his hips. “Yes, I want you… but be gentle. Please…”
“We’ll see,” he said, but truthfully, he didn’t know how hard he would fuck her. Rock wanted her so badly, control had nearly slipped out of his grasp, running through his fingers like quicksilver. He pressed forward, leaning over her as he did. Tight after her orgasm, her pussy fought him every inch of the way, both sucking him in and try to deny him access all at once. A long, low moan escaped him as he moved his hips forward, leaning more and more over her until she was nearly doubled over. When the resistance in her body grew too great, he stopped, using what presence of mind he had to made sure she was comfortable.
Cindy moaned right along with him, her hands playing with her breasts, fingertips teasing her hard nipples He withdrew, and thrust again, hard. With her legs up where they were, he could go deeper into her, feel every wet and tight part of her luscious cunt. Every tiny movement made him wince, the pleasure dulling his mind even as it opened up the rest of his senses. Rock began to fuck her, slow at first, then faster as she loosened a little. With each pump, each roll of his hips, she moaned, her fingers work own body as she lusted to come again.
Having come once already, he knew it would take a little longer for him to come again… thankfully. With her wetness around his cock, he didn’t know how long he’d have been able to last had she not sucked him off. This way was better. He stretched it out as long as he could, stroking her with his cock, fucking her gently until he couldn’t any longer. When he began to thrust as deep as he could, the hardness of his strokes picked up as well. Cynthia whimpered with each one, small little sounds which sent him spiraling into the deepest parts of his desire. His whole world was her. He needed her. He wanted her. He had to be as close to her as possible.
As her cunt clenched around him, he moaned. The sensations were even more intense than when she had made him come with her mouth. His passion rose, and he tried to force it down, fucking her through her orgasm, working for every push and pull between them. She cried his name softly, over and over again, music to his ears. More than that, her name came to his lips, and he whispered an adoration as he bent to kiss her lips, savoring it. She clutched him, her fingers digging into his skin. Rock had to stop for a moment, buried deep in her tightness, and rocked back and forth, moaning, trying to stave off his own orgasm. He succeeded, but only by remembering the last lady he’d held in his arms. The thought of Petite dampened his ardor somewhat, and he shook his
head, forcing the memory away.
When her pussy had stopped twitching around his shaft, he began pumping into her again. Although Cindy had come twice, it took little time at all to hear those soft moans coming from her once more. Whether she did it for his benefit or because she wanted a third climax he didn’t know, nor did he care. Each sound spurred him on, and her hands stroked the skin of his shoulders and neck until she brushed her fingers against his cheek. He turned to kiss them, working all out to bring himself back up to that frenzy. Losing himself in her flesh, Rock closed his eyes again. The pleasure rolled through his body until it was the only thing left once more. He began to thrust harder and harder. The ache in his arms from holding himself up, the pain from the lash marks in his side… everything else was blotted out by her, and the passion between them. When he opened his eyes, they locked gazes, making the moment even more intimate. They shared this between them, an energy which moved and grew, taking him higher and higher with every second. He saw the fire dance in her eyes, and something clicked. The orgasm ripped through him, leaving him weak, helpless as he buried himself in her once more, holding himself there. Unable to even cry out, Hardin became perfectly motionless, a streak of lightning caught in a picture for all time. The moment seemed to stretch out forever....
...and then it was over. As he came down off of the sexual high, she panted with him. Their ragged breaths mingled as they kissed, hard and long. Rock lowered her legs so she was more comfortable, and rocked within her, the last ebb and flow of their passion milking him dry. He brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek, and she broke the kiss, instinctively turning into his touch. He kissed her lips, her chin, her neck… everywhere he could reach. Even though he was spent, he still wanted more.
They lay together for a short while, exploring each other’s bodies slowly, going back to the step they had skipped until the cold set in. They dressed, and when they eventually slept, it was in each other’s arms, sharing heat in another, and perhaps even more intimate, way.
Chapter Six
The next day, Lady Luck smiled down upon the pair. A friendly Brit picked up the bedraggled and somewhat disreputable looking pair and took them further along the road to London. In truth, it was Cynthia’s good looks which caused the driver to pull over, even though he was an older man. Rock sat in the back of the car, amused by the flirtatiousness of the married man. He even blushed when Cindy complimented him, cooing over his mustache and all other silly things.
Even though the mission had been somewhat sloppy and full of unseen complications, Rock had a good feeling. They were just about done, and soon they’d be on a jet, headed to New York, and then Washington. He hadn’t gotten the information requested, but it wasn’t for lack of trying… and he had a lead to follow up on: Petite’s sister, Jasmine. If they tracked her down, then maybe they’d get some answers about this ‘Society’.
The driver dropped them at a hotel, at Rock’s request: the rendezvous point. As they walked into the lobby of the relatively nice hotel, they drew stares from the results of their adventures. When Rock heard a wolf-whistle, he turned, knowing instantly who it was. “What cat dragged you through the mud?” Burt asked, getting up out of his chair and setting his paper aside. “I’ve been waiting for you for forever.”
“We took a detour,” Rock said. “She wanted to see the English Channel, and who am I to argue?”
“I di…” she started to say, then stopped and shook her head, looking all too relieved to be in the depths of civilization. “I don’t care. I just want a shower and some clean clothes.” The jackets she wore easily covered her lack of a shirt, making her look almost proper, if a bit like a little girl in her big brother’s coat. “I also want to see my dad. Where is he?”
“Shoot, little lady, he’s back on a plane to the states,” Maverick said. “He’s safe and sound though, take my word for it.”
“Let’s go,” Rock said, glancing around. “Someplace private, and we can go over details.”
Maverick led them upstairs to a double room, two queen beds inside. Hardin let Cindy take her shower first while the agents caught up on the status of their missions. Burt had had no trouble finding the scientist--he was hardly a spy--but he’d been tailed by some unknown agent. When Maverick interrogated him, he’d chewed a cyanide capsule. Whoever these people were, they kept their operatives in a state of fear so great, they would rather die than face their handlers. Petite had also been afraid, but Rock had sensed she was new to the espionage game, and had begun to break. Whether the gunman’s intention was to shut her up or not when he shot her, Rock would never know. As he filled Burt in on his mission, Maverick frowned at the mention of the ‘Society’. “It doesn’t sound like a country’s behind it,” he observed.
Rock nodded in agreement. “Could mean anything, though. We don’t have anything to go on.”
“If they’re that organized, and this active, we have to have some record of ‘em somewhere,” Mav said, getting up as the shower stopped. “I’ll let y’all take the room so’s I can report to Mason. Downstairs, one hour for the ride home.”
Rock nodded, and stood as well. When Maverick left, Cynthia came out, clad in only a towel. He eyed her, and glanced down at his watch. An hour was more than enough time… but in truth, more than sex, he wanted a shower to wash the filth of the last couple of days off of him. He nodded to her as he pushed past her in the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He took the time to shave first, getting rid of the shadow on his jaw, then brushed his teeth and checked his wounds. The welts raised by S’s whips had mostly disappeared, though the line of bruises left behind had not even begun to fade. Although he couldn’t see his back too well, the lacerations on his side from LeMarchand’s cat-o-nine-tails had scabbed over, being mostly only skin deep to begin with. He winced as he twisted, and vowed to take it easy for the next week or so to give himself time to heal.
As the hot water in the shower splashed over him and steam filled the room, he relaxed, luxuriating in the feeling of warmth which finally dispelled the last of the cold from the waters of the English channel. When the door opened, he moved the frosted glass door aside to see Cindy peeking in, her hair combed, but the towel missing. “You need something?” he asked.
She stepped more fully into the room, and he took the time to admire her body as she stood there gloriously naked. Tall for a woman, her curves were lush and inviting. Her breasts looked to be full, and he knew they were more than a handful for him, tipped with small pink nipples. Her legs were long and he followed them up, up, up to the juncture between her thighs, the blonde hair there perfectly trimmed, looking soft and inviting. Even though she sported her share of bruises as well, they only serve to highlight the normal perfection of her lightly tanned skin. Their eyes met, and she stepped forward, boldly, knowing what she wanted.
Wordless, he opened the shower door more fully, letting her in. She stepped in, water raining down on the both of them as she tipped her head up to brush her lips over his. He closed the door, then drew her closer into an embrace, his cock rising against her thigh. Their tryst the night before had been amazing, but he hadn’t been able to see much of her in the dim light. He took the time to explore her body, his hands running over her her shoulders, breasts, then down her sides to reach around and cup her ass, drawing her closer to him. They kissed, the passion between them growing as their tongues danced together. Her mouth tasted so sweet, and he ran his tongue along her lips, the edge of her teeth, tasting every bit of her. When he broke the kiss, he moved to her cheek, then jaw, down to her neck as she gasped and her fingers wound their way through his wet hair before slipping down to caress his shoulders.
Desire flared in him, and he pushed her against the back of the shower stall, rubbing against her, feeling every bit of her that he could. In just a few moments, she’d become the center of his world once more as she tapped into the passion in him, which he normally held in check. Something about her drove him crazy, and he had to have h
er now. As Rock leaned back to look into her blue eyes, he saw his own passion mirrored there... a deep desire for the connection which could only come from intimacy of this nature, this connection between people forged from their most primal and basic need.
His hands moved down to her perfectly shaped ass again, and lifted her. She understood his intent and as he lifted, she wrapped her legs around him. Their slippery skin slid together, moving in harmony as they danced to an unheard melody. His cock rubbed against her wetness, and he eased himself into her, supporting her weight as she squeezed her legs, taking him fully inside of herself. The softest of gasps escaped her lips, and while her eyelids fluttered, she kept her gaze steady on him. Rock began to move, rocking his hips back and forth as he fucked her slow, savoring every sensation as he did.
As before, her pussy was tight, and seemed to suck him in. For each stroke, he fought against her, the friction between them making their passion spiral out of control. They moaned in unison as they worked together, rocking back and forth. Their gaze was broken when he bent to kiss her once again. He needed to taste her, to feel all of her, to make her his in this most intimate of ways, and at the same time… submit to her. The push and pull of the masculine and feminine, the eternal dance acted out one more time until the same glorious end.
Her heat inflamed him, and he began to thrust harder and harder. She responded in kind, bouncing on his cock, sliding herself on him as best she could by using her legs as leverage. She squeezed and released as he pumped her, faster and faster. Their deep kiss turned softer, more romantic as he planted a series of light kisses over her lips and cheek, before burying his face in the crook of her neck. He wouldn’t last much longer, but he didn’t want to. He gave himself to her completely, and moaned against her skin as he thrusted, his cock getting harder and harder. Cynthia slammed herself down on him, her own whimpers and gasps driving him further. When she began to come, he could feel the heat in her increase, the tightness drawing around him even tighter as her pussy pulsated around him. Wanting to see, he jerked his head up and caught her eyes, watching her as she came, the passion writ large and naked there. He saw her, every part of her, and that more than anything else triggered his own orgasm.