by Tara Oakes
She’s not happy at the delay, breathing out a frustrated huff. “Fine. You’ve each got two minutes. I’m bringing a thermos of coffee.”
Well, at least the pot of Joe that I brewed less than a half hour or so ago won’t go to waste.
“Be quick,” Simon smugly rolls his eyes. “There’s lotion in the medicine cabinet.”
I guess this is only the kind of thing that another guy could understand.
I pat my large hand over his bony shoulder, “Thanks, man. I owe you one.”
He nods. “Don’t mention it. That girl’s given me more hard-ons than I can count.”
There’s now a silent understanding between us.
Who would have thought?
~*~
“I’m still not a hundred percent why we’re risking this.” I eye the nearly obese security guard struggling to fit behind the round desk that’s marked “Security”.
Raven is busy typing on her laptop, sitting cross legged on the cold tile floor. “Shh!”
She’s been shushing me every single time I tried to speak. Talk about someone who can’t multitask.
“Done,” one last key is swiped before the screen is closed. “Now we just wait for Simon.”
“Now, can you tell me why we’re risking doing something stupid like this when we’re already wanted fugitives?” She better not shush me again.
Raven checks the screen of her cheap disposable pre-paid phone regularly. “Several reasons. First, twenty-five thousand pounds. That cash is going to carry us through since all of my accounts have been frozen, and I’m assuming yours are, too, now. Second, the person who ordered this gig has something I want. He doesn’t know it yet, but we’re going to barter.”
Raven’s phone screen comes to life with a bubbled text message that says CLEAR.
As if on cue, the sloppy security guard finally moves position from reclining back in his massive leather chair to lean closer to one of his screens. He taps it as if that will actually do something.
“Ah, bugger,” his accent is strong, giving him away as being from a lower class neighborhood.
His chair is pushed back and the jingling of a large key ring can be heard moving along with him.
“Go, go, go!” Raven waits until the man has disappeared behind a utility door not far from his desk.
We make a mad dash across the length of the empty lobby, passed the bank of elevators and to the emergency exit stairwell, but don’t stop running. Thanks to the printed blueprint of the building that Simon was able to find online, we know exactly where to go.
The basement.
For the same reason that my office at the Bureau is underground, this company’s main frame computers are also subterranean. The amount of heat generated by the large computer banks necessary to run a global corporation like this one would overheat, unless stored in a cooled vault.
So far, Simon’s been able to do everything that he’s responsible for on his end. He tripped one of the alarms on an employee entrance to get the fat, lazy, security guard up out of his seat to check. While the security desk is vacant, Simon will be tapping into the live camera feed from all of the hidden cameras and replacing it with a looped recording so that when the guard returns, he won’t know anything is amiss while Raven and I are busy sneaking around.
Our sneakers squeak against the slick painted cement stairs as we turn around and around each turn style, heading further and further down into the bowels of the building. Finally, we reach the very last landing with nowhere else to go but through the final door to the lowest level.
This is where Simon’s assistance is put on the backburner and we’re left to our own devices.
Just as expected, it’s much cooler down here with the humidity and temperature being controlled perfectly to suit the machinery and hardware that must be nearby. Only emergency lighting is being used, conserving energy at this time of night.
It leaves an eerie glow along the walls of the corridor guiding us to the room we came here for. Once in front of the steel elevator looking door with no handle, Raven gets to work, setting out her laptop and tablet with a fair amount of wires.
Every hacker has a specialty, a talent that they excel in more than others. Take me, for instance. I’m in my element breaking code. Once inside any program, I have yet to meet a cyber barrier that can keep me out.
Raven, though, she’s a pro at breaking physical barriers.
Other than the world-wide web, which can be accessed from anywhere, there are many self-contained systems like the one behind this door. The only way to enter their mainframe in a case like this is to have physical access to it.
This is where Raven’s unique set of skills comes in handy.
She attaches an electrode to the outside keypad and begins a data transfer to bypass the security features of the door. Without it, there’d be no way to enter as neither of us would pass the retinal scan, fingerprint, or security passcode portion of the process.
Wearing ultra-thin leather gloves to mask any traces of prints, she moves deftly using software she designed herself to crack through each firewall of protection in our way.
“Got it,” she declares as the handheld tablet beeps with a seven-digit code that its algorithm has cracked.
The door slides open, granting us access to the vast interior of a warehouse-sized computer lab with dozens of identical black towers lined up in rows, shimmering the darkened space with thousands of small green lights of beeping activity.
“It’s all you now.” She says this like a dare.
She’s done her part by getting us in here, and Simon’s done his part by concealing us from security. Now it’s my turn to pull my weight.
Raven and I have played little cyber games with each other from opposite sides of the globe for months now, showing off each of our respective talents, trying to outdo the other.
Having her stand over my shoulder watching is something new. It’s kind of like that first moment a chick sees you naked. You try to act cool, but you secretly gauge every single look and reaction to figure out if they like what they see.
I can’t help but feel a little performance anxiety here.
Raven hands me her laptop to work my magic. I carry it with me further down the main aisle until I come to the lead hard drive, the one powering all the rest. This is where I’ll start.
Raven hops up onto an empty table nearby and perches herself, sleek legs crossed at the thigh, arms relaxed at her side, ready to watch a show.
“What do we need exactly?” I ask her over my shoulder as I begin to type.
There’s a constant hum of electricity pulsing through the room from the towers kicking on and the inner coolant fans spinning furiously.
“All financial transactions for the last six months. Wire transfers, payouts, balance sheets.” It’s like she’s placing an order with a waitress. “And why not the account holders’ information as well. If you can do it.”
She can’t see my face, but I break out into a wide grin anyway. “If I can do it? You do realize I was the youngest person to ever crack the New York Stock Exchange, right?”
Raven laughs. “That was a long time ago. You’ve been out of practice in that cozy little basement of yours. Let’s see if you’ve still got it.”
Still got it, my ass!
Skills like that don’t just go away. It’s like riding a bike, or fucking. Once you do it, and once you do it well, there’s no half-assing it after that.
The testosterone pumping through my veins demands me to up that ante, show her what I’m fully capable of. “How about we go all the way and get the financials for the last five years?”
“We don’t have all night. The security guard switches shifts in twenty minutes.” She reminds me of the deadline we’re under.
I feel like I’m using muscles that haven’t been stretched in ages, pushing myself harder and farther than I’ve allowed myself in years. The work they give me to do at the Bureau is child’s play compared to what
I’m doing at this moment. Deep down, I knew I missed this kind of thrill, but I hadn’t realized just how much.
I’m like a junkie catching my fix, soaking up every drop of dopamine that’s bursting through my body, looking for more. My fingers move at lightening speed with a mind of their own, finding ways to work in and out of all the blocked and encrypted files that we seek.
The extra large capacity flash drive sits alone next to the laptop, waiting to be used. Once I have the collection of data I’ve been looking for, I take the drive and hook it into the USB port of the laptop and allow the download to begin.
“No way!” Raven jumps down from the table in disbelief, peering over my shoulder. “There’s no way you could have gotten it all that fast!”
Time to brag a little. “I would have gotten it sooner but I had to trip some sensors to hide the breach and erase evidence of tampering. Otherwise, I would have been done a few seconds ago.”
Her eyes are wide in disbelief as she watches the progress bar on the screen monitor that measures the transfer. “I can’t believe--”
I cut her off. “Believe it.”
Her slack mouth shuts quickly. “You got lucky. That’s all.”
She’s busting balls. “Lucky my ass! That’s a lot more than luck, baby.”
The pace of her breathing begins to quicken. She licks her lips. “We still have another fifteen minutes. How long until the transfer is complete?”
I don’t even need to look at the screen. “About eleven minutes.”
A wicked little flash crosses her eyes. “Whatever will we do for eleven whole minutes?”
She steps forward seductively, clearly turned on by the excitement. With little to no time to waste here, her fingers find my belt and begin to snake it back through the buckle.
Her hot lips almost double in size, nearly throbbing and begging to be taken by mine. I’m not gentle about it, having been too worked up from too many days of being close to her without any touching other than just brushing each other.
I want to feel every single curve, taste every single inch of her. I’ve been wanting to do that forever, and now I may actually have the chance.
For eleven fucking minutes.
This must be the universe’s way of playing a cruel trick on me.
Dangle a fucking carrot in front of you, put it within your reach, but then tell you that you only have eleven minutes to eat it.
Dropping to her knees, I see only the tops of her eyes as she lifts them to check that I’m watching. She wants me watching. Even if I tried not to right now, there’s no way I’d be able to stop.
Once my fly is opened, a blast of the cold room air snakes in, weaving under the cotton to find my cock like an evil serpent. I hiss as it finds it, wincing from the torture. Her warm hands, still clad in tight butter-soft leather begin to soothe the frigid sting, and, before long, the icy kiss is nothing but an uncomfortable memory.
She works me, up and down, a delicious friction gliding between my dick and her skilled fingers. Her long, thick eyelashes bat playfully as she watches how it affects me. Her grip tightens my rock hard shaft and the perfectly plump cherry red lips of hers lick themselves and part.
I feel myself pulse with the tingling beginning to spread from the throbbing head of the part of me she expertly handles, waiting for the scorching heat of her mouth. Her soft, pink, velvety tongue passes her lips, bending itself to nearly touch her chin as she lowers her neck.
I feel a warm puddle of ecstasy spread out near the base of my balls as she adapts her strong tongue to every single nook and cranny, splaying it out to cover as much as she can.
My eyes roll back in my head from the feeling of the warm cradle molding to me. Before I can savor it any longer, she moves, trailing the flattened tongue slowly up my length, leaving a coating of warmth behind.
I feel my shaft quiver all the way to the tip, waiting anxiously for her to reach it. My fists clench and ball themselves, the palms sweating from the excitement.
Oh, fuck it!
I throw my hands deep into her wild hair, grabbing as much of it as I can, fisting it tight. That feels so fucking good.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Harder.” I voice my pleasure, urging her to sink deeper into me.
I can feel the drops of liquid that fall from her lips, coating and lubricating as she slides over me effortlessly. The soft inside of her cheeks and the back of her throat hit against me in just the right way to send volts of electricity bursting throughout my body.
The strong suction pulling on every fiber of my being is intense, teasing, overwhelming. With each draw of her strong mouth, I lose a piece of myself, get dangerously close to the edge she’s hell bent on pushing me to.
Her tongue twirls around and around my tip like a lollipop, tasting the sweetness that begins to escape me. Her eyelids pulse as if she’s savoring every drop of pre cum that she’s enticing from me.
My abs struggle to hold in the pressure that’s starting to building in my lower half. It’s like a bottle of champagne being shaken up with the cork still on, ready to explode.
“Running out of time,” Raven gurgles in a taunting way, before taking her fingernail and using the corner to rake up and down the bulging vein.
I lost track of time the second she put my dick in her mouth. For all I know, it may well have been an hour.
“God, don’t stop, babe. Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” My teeth bear down on themselves, clenching. My hips tighten as I hold her head firm and grind my hips.
There’s an electronic beeping nearby, and I’m surprised that I have enough mental faculty left at this moment to realize that it’s the signal for the end of the data transfers.
Raven callously lifts her eyes at the intrusion, silently urging me.
“I’m coming, baby. It’s… coming.” My words are sharp and pained. I’ve given her fair warning. She has mere seconds to take her mouth away if she chooses.
Somehow, I already know that she won’t. She’s not the kind of woman to not see things through to the end. Especially something she seems to enjoy so much. I make one final effort to warn her, shifting my hips to pull my cock from the tight confines of her swollen lips before I begin to drip heavy drops of my come into her open mouth.
She only grips my ass, one cheek in each hand and pulls in closer, ramming me into the soft target of the deepest part of her throat.
“Fuck!” I call out my orgasm as the muscles of her throat constrict and spasm, swallowing me over and over again, while her greedy tongue laps up what remains behind.
My shoulders drop and my chin falls lazily to my chest, a momentary exhaustion that I know I will not snap back from easily. My weakened hands fall down to pull myself together and push my emptied cock back into the confines where it can quietly recover.
I find some strength to lift Raven to her feet as she begins to rise. Her lips glisten with a thin layer of my essence, a token of my appreciation for all of her seductive efforts. To show me that she isn’t quite finished with me yet, she does what may perhaps be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Her lips part ever so slightly, leaving just enough room for her tongue to slip through, settling on the bottom right corner. Her eyes lock with mine, capturing them, wanting to see my reaction.
The light red tip of her tongue begins to move, slowly sweeping across the lip, cleaning up the traces of my juices.
My limp dick nearly blows again from this alone, but finds it cannot, having already been spent.
“You good?” She asks coyly, sensing my body’s distress.
I can’t speak.
That satisfies her. “Good. Let’s go. The sooner we get the hell out of here, the sooner you can get on your knees and return the favor.”
Damn, she’s sexy when she gives orders.
CHAPTER TEN
RAVEN
“What’s with you?” I need to know why Simon has had a shit eating grin on his face for the last hour.
I mean, I’m used to seeing Simon being weird, because, let’s face it, Simon is weird. But, this is different.
He feigns innocence. “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”
Hmm. I don’t buy it. We’ve been separated as a group while Beau and I carried out the mission and he handled the security cameras and served distraction for the guards. Not that much could really have happened in that short of a timespan, right?
Well, actually, I guess it can. It did for Beau and me.
“Did you just have sex?” I get a sneaky suspicion that had been up to something just as naughty as I was while out of sight.
His pseudo British accent is laid on thick. “A gentleman never tells.”
Simon hits the car horn, beeping at a group of coeds trying to pass drunkenly. It earns him more than one nasty scowl, but they quickly disappear as soon as the guys see Beau sitting in the front passenger seat next to him.
“That’s right! You keep walking! Don’t make me get out and take care of you in front of your lady, punk!” Simon grows invisible muscles. “And don’t think my friend here will be able to hold me back either!”
Beau turns his head over his shoulder to the back seat and we roll our eyes at each other. Simon is playing this up for everything it’s worth, knowing that he has a human tank like Beau as his potential wing man.
It’s actually kind of heartwarming to watch.
“Are you guys having a bromance I don’t know about?” I chuckle as the small car begins to move again.
Beau remains silent, but Simon doesn’t. He shrugs his shoulders. “Eh. He’s alright.”
I nearly choke at the thinly veiled admission of affection. The two of them are quite a pair. For however petite and scrawny Simon is, Beau is just as big and sculpted. Simon’s pre-pubescent middle school looks are like the foil to Beau’s sexy action hero good looks.
They’re like Batman and Robin, or, better yet Turner and Hooch. A weird, dynamic duo of opposites.
“You hungry?” Simon asks while turning the wheel.