by Alana Melos
Burt bent and kissed her, hard from the look. She made a muffled whimpering sound as Burt reached down and cupped her ass, forcing her against him. The girl writhed against the big man, soft sounds of desire and pleasure escaping her throat as Maverick moved from kissing her lips to her neck. While he massaged her ass with one hand, his other drew her coat back, slipping it off of her arms until he could discard it on the floor. Cynthia turned and looked at Rock over her shoulder, her head motioning for him to come join them.
He didn’t have to be asked twice. As he approached, Burt moved his hand from Cindy’s ass, putting it on her hip instead, giving Rock room to press against her. His cock hard, he rubbed it against her, bending to kiss her shoulders and run his hands down her sides. She moaned in between the two men, writhing, turning him on more and more. Burt stepped back for a moment, and raised her arms. Rock took the hint and raised her shirt up over her head, discarded without a second thought. With hands trembling from desire, he unhooked her bra, and she let her arms fall forward so Maverick could remove the material. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, looking at her full, voluptuous chest.
“Isn’t she?” Rock said, running his fingers down her spine, causing her to shiver. He hooked his thumbs into the waist of her jean shorts and tugged, pulling them down so she could step out of them, leaving her naked and wanton.
Maverick made a noise in his throat, and cupped her breasts. From the sounds she made, Hardin thought he was flicking the nipples, teasing her. He pressed forward again, unzipping his own jacket and discarding it so he could slide his naked flesh against hers, delighting in the heat between them. He kissed her shoulders as his hands smoothed down her sides and reached forward, caressing her hips as he reached for her pussy. He ran his fingers over her soft hair and spread her lips with one hand, teasing her open with the other. Under the men’s ardent attention, Cynthia moaned and gasped, affirming everything they did with a soft, “Yes… yes...yes….”
Burt kissed her once more as Rock nipped at her shoulder lightly, tasting her soft, beautiful skin as he stroked her clit gently. There was so much he wanted to do, and he kept rubbing his cock against her firm ass gently, yet insistently, wanting her. Cindy broke away from the two of them, her face flushed with desire. “I want to taste you,” she breathed, using Rock’s jacket to cushion her knees as she lowered herself to the floor in front of the two men. She reached forward for Rock first, unzipping his pants and bringing his cock out. It pulsed in her hand as she stroked him, and he was mesmerized when she leaned forward and licked the tip. Her eyes met his, electricity sparking between the two of them.
Right when he was going to thrust into her mouth, she abandoned him, leaving him bereft. Turning her attention to Maverick, she looped a finger through his belt and drew him closer. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned, and unzipped him as well. When she pulled his cock out, Rock couldn’t help but to compare, noting absently that his was longer, but Burt’s thicker. Not a time for competition, he chided himself.
Cynthia got her hand around Maverick’s shaft, and began to pump him slowly, working him up before she leaned forward and licked the head. Burt moaned softly at the sensation, and Rock adjusted himself, knowing how good her mouth felt. When she noticed him stroking himself, she shooed his hand away with hers, and took over the action. As she took the head of Mav’s cock into her mouth, suckling him gently, she stroked both men with the same firm action. Rock sighed and thrust into her hand, savoring the feel of her rolling the skin of his cock up and down in her hand.
She switched, and suddenly she was sucking his cock, suckling on the head gently yet insistently. Her tongue swirled around him, and he gasped at the pleasure her hot mouth was giving him. Taking him deeper and deeper, he thrust into her throat, moaning all the while. He couldn’t help it. Without warning, she switched cocks once more, and slid her hand over his lubricated shaft, harder and faster. As she swallowed Burt’s cock, she began to moan with the men, pumping the air with her hips.
Rock wanted to please her, to feel her come on his tongue again, and he pulled her away gently from Mav. “I want to lick you, baby,” he said, kneeling down and spreading their discarded clothing away from the carpeted plane floor. He kissed her, hard, letting her feel the desire he had for her as he laid her down. She went willingly, moaning as his fingers tweaked one of her nipples and ran down further to her pussy. Cynthia’s pussy was wet and hot under his fingers, and he broke the kiss to trail his tongue down her neck to the valley between her breasts.
In the meantime, Maverick had shed the rest of his clothing and was as naked as she. He knelt down by her head, cock in hand, and bounced it lightly off of her lips as if to remind her she was still there. Cynthia immediately turned her head, and sucked his cock into her mouth, a hand going up to stroke him as Rock kissed her breasts, his hands working them roughly. The agent slid further down and spread her legs. He cupped her ass and lifted her up to meet his mouth and she moaned when he gave her clit a long, slow lick, tasting every bit of her delicious cunt.
Her moans picked up in intensity and frequency as he licked her clit, taking his time to enjoy her scent and taste. She worked Burt’s cock furiously as her lust drove her forward. Rock continued to taste her, lashing her clit with his tongue over and over again. He gently inserted two fingers inside of her, widening her a little bit. Pumping her pussy as he licked her, he took great pride in how hot she got, how quickly she approached orgasm under his skill. She began to cry out, muffled by Burt’s cock, as the climax ripped through her, making her undulate in his hands as she came. Hardin continued to lick her, trying to get her to come again merely by his tongue. She writhed and moaned, her breasts bouncing in the most delightful way as she rode his tongue.
When she came down, Rock shed the rest of his clothing as well and moved between her legs. He simply had to have her, and while she sucked Maverick off, he sank into her pussy. Her tightness fought against him, and he groaned at the sensation, sinking into her heat. He thrust hard, causing her bounce, then slowed down her pace, timing his thrusts with Burt’s to make an easier time of it for their lady as she sucked and was fucked.
The three continued in this way for some time, each groaning and muttering affirmations as they swam together in this sea of pleasure. Rock tried to stretch it out as long as he could, her pussy being so sweet… he never wanted to leave it. “I want to fuck her,” Burt said, his voice hoarse.
Cindy pulled away from his cock, and snorted. “You could ask me, you know,” she said, giving his dick another teasing lick.
“Can I fuck you?” he asked, without missing a beat. She laughed and nodded, and Rock pulled away from her pussy with great reluctance.
Burt sat down on the ground and gestured for Cynthia to join him. She turned and crawled over to him, turning her head up for a kiss. He met her and they kissed passionately as he lifted her up, and set her on his cock. It sank in with some effort, and she gave a surprise gasp as he entered her. “Oooh… that’s so good,” she murmured, breaking the kiss as Maverick laid back down, his hands on her hips. He moved her this way and that as she bounced up and down on his cock.
The sight was too much for Rock, and he moved forward, slipping his arms around Cynthia to cup her breasts. “May I take your ass?” he asked, breathing in her ear as he played with her nipples, heightening her desire.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh god yes… I want you two to fuck me hard… please, please…” He obliged her and moved Burt’s legs as he needed to get to her firm ass. Although his cock was still lubricated with her juices, she wasn’t ready to take him right now. He licked his fingers and slid his hand down to her rear, playing with the rim of her ass. She moaned and writhed, panting as he worked her ass, loosening her up and lubricating her so that he could fuck her ass.
Once she was loose enough, he rubbed his cock over her hole, and gently pushed forward. Cynthia moaned as he did, the extra cock in her stretching her to the limit. Rock reached around and ru
bbed his palm along one of her nipples before gripping her breast firmly, though not roughly. He pushed himself inside, savoring the sensation of being gripped by her ass before she relaxed into his thrusts. Her ass seemed just as tight and sweet as her pussy, but in a completely different way. It gripped him instead of seeming to suck him, and a guttural moan erupted from his lips.
All together, the three moved in unison, thrusting, pumping, grunting, and moaning as they fucked. The two men coordinated their thrusts so that as one was pushing in, the other was pulling out, creating an ebb and flow of pleasure, buffered by the beautiful woman in the middle. Hardin kept pace with the other two, thrusting in and out rhythmically, feeling his orgasm build in him. Cynthia quivered in his arms, her head tossing back and forth as if she were unable to help it, crying out her pleasure. Rock could feel Burt begin to tense as well, before he groaned, long and hard, thrusting his cock up into her pussy, burying himself there as he came. Rock kept pumping, his thrust growing harder and harder as he made love to Cynthia, and her body trembled in his arms. When she cried out, he knew he would not be much longer. The sounds she made as she came drove him over the edge, each little moan and whimper building his climax, drawing him closer and closer to his completion.
Cindy fell forward a little, bracing herself with her hands on Burt’s chest as the two of them kissed, riding out their orgasm. Rock joined them a moment later, his cock exploding in pleasure as he fucked her ass. Like Maverick, he buried himself in her, going as deep as he could go as he filled her rear with his cum. He balanced as best he could, riding out the pleasure of his climax, biting his lip to stop from shouting. The trio rocked back and forth slowly, the last vestiges of their orgasms leaving them slowly, the energy raised between them dissipating into the ether.
Rock withdrew first, then helped Cindy up. As she stood, he swept her into his arms, and kissed her long and hard. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, say he loved her and leave her waiting for him, giving her nothing but a broken heart. Instead, he let the kiss speak for his feelings, telling her without words what she meant to him.
Epilogue
Director Mason put the report down on his desk and looked at the two agents sitting in front of him. “Tell me this again… you found no evidence of the Russians behind this, nor any other country?”
Rock shook his head. “Not that we could tell, sir.”
“But they were organized,” Maverick interjected. “It’s something we haven’t seen before. I’ll bet the farm on it.”
“Farms aside,” Mason said wryly as he laid his hand on the report, “there’s simply no way a terrorist organization of the size you’re saying could be operating without our knowledge… either by us, or the CIA. It’s impossible.”
“Everything we found is in the report, Mason,” Hardin said. “I’ve no doubt there is… we saw them in action, sir.” The frustration in his voice was evident; even though Mason might believe them personally, they had no hard evidence, and thus… it wasn’t going to be followed up. Maverick and Hardin both had sat there for the last half hour, trying to convince him to let them find something, anything, on this mysterious ‘Society’.
“That will be all for now, Agent Hardin,” Mason said. “You are both dismissed.”
The agents exchanged a look, and got up, making their way back out to the hallway. When they entered the elevator, and punched the number to go up, Hardin slammed his fist against the door. “He doesn’t believe us,” he said.
“Whoa, calm down, man,” Mav said, playing the cooler head for once. “We don’t have anything solid. We find something, we’ll come back, try it again.”
“They’re gonna disappear, poof, gone,” Rock replied. “They know we’re onto them now… we weren’t supposed to survive. Cynthia and her father were supposed to disappear without a trace.”
“Yeah, but we stopped them,” Burt said, reasonably, inching his cowboy hat back with a finger. “And we’ll stop ‘em again, if it comes to that.”
“If we hadn’t gotten that tip… off….” Rock realized what he was saying, and shook his head. He’d been so focused on what had happened in Europe, he’d forgotten all about the tip off. “They have a leak in their organization,” he said. “We would have never known about Cutler until it was too late, otherwise.”
“You sure?”
“Positive,” Rock said, going over the facts in his mind. “That’s the only explanation.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, ruffling it absently. “No way to trace it back… we’ll just have to sit and wait and see if they contact us again.”
“Fat chance,” Maverick snorted. As the elevator doors opened to the top floor, he asked, “Hey, you seeing Cindy tonight?”
“Yeah, we got a date,” he said. “Why?”
“She mention me?” The eagerness in his voice was unmistakable, and Rock laughed.
“Tough luck, buddy,” he said. “That was probably a one time thing.”
“Yeah, well, just run it by her,” Burt said, grinning ear to ear. “In the meantime… see ya around, North.”
“Later, Tex,” Rock replied, watching the other agent saunter away. He had some downtime after the mission, and he was looking forward to it. The pieces here didn’t all fit, but he didn’t want to spend his time going over dead end after dead end when he could be ravishing her instead.
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“Are you sure?” the dark voice asked.
“Positive,” said a man in a dark suit, arm in a sling. They stood together in a dark office, barely lit by the single light on the commander’s desk. Mike had been in the gunfight on the bridge, and he’d escaped, just barely. “Hardin and Maverick.”
“This is… unfortunate,” his boss replied. “I’d hoped that LeMarchand would have taken care of those loose ends.” He paused, and Mike tensed slightly, waiting. “No sign of LeMarchand?”
“I couldn’t exactly stick around,” he explained. “But my sources told me no one was taken from the river, and no bodies have washed up so far. He could be fish food, he could have found his way out… but I heard the gunfire, and I saw blood on him. I’m pretty sure he was shot when he fell over.”
“Ah, just a pawn to lose,” his boss said with the softest of sighs. He fingered the photographs on his desk, given to him by an agent he had in the British army. They showed Agents Hardin and Maverick boarding the jet with the Cutler girl. “They’ll tighten security now that they’ve been tipped….”
“Tipped?” Mike asked, forgetting himself. He held up his uninjured hand immediately after, “Sorry, boss. Sorry.”
“No, it’s quite alright,” the silken voice said. The silhouette turned and addressed the woman standing in the room behind him. “You have a job, my dear.”
“Anything for the Society,” she said, her voice low and eager. “I am yours, Master.”
“We have a leak, a traitor in our midst,” he said. “I want you to find them… and take care of them.” He waved a hand towards Mike, almost as an afterthought. “Start with him. You have my full permission to do what you need to do, Jasmine.”
The lady stepped forward into the light, her smiling ear to ear as she approached the hapless henchmen. Her beauty was something of legend, but the smile on her lips didn’t touch her dark eyes. They kept the same cold stare as one might find on a snake. Mike raised his arm, “Hey, hey, I don’t know anything!”
“And after I’m done with you, we’ll know for sure,” she purred while she drew out a wicked sharp curved blade from behind her back.
The henchman reached for his gun before he remembered he’d surrendered it before coming into the office. No one talked to the boss armed. It was just one of the many precautions taken to protect the head of their organization. “I was there… I took a bullet… I didn’t betray you!” he cried, pleading for his life.
It didn’t matter. Jasmine approached him, a cold, cruel smile on her angelic face. She did what she had to do and after many hours…that smile was the last thing he saw.
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The author would like to take time to first thank her readers. Without people buying and reading her work, there would be no Agent Hardin, no Operation: Thrustmaster, and no dirty smut. Thank you, seriously, so very much for your support. She would also like to thank her husband, who suggested the series to her and is always loving as well as incredibly supportive of this erotica adventure she's on. A special thank you and shout out goes to fellow author Burt Maverick, who allowed me to name a character after him! (Any other resemblances to the character is purely coincidental and unintentional! I have no idea if he's really a secret agent, but I guess he could be.) Check out his author page for some incredibly dirty smut.