Chapter 5 #2
“You like that, don’t you?” he said. “You like getting your pussy licked by a pro.”
Nash didn’t give her a chance to hesitate. One skillful flick of his tongue forced a “Yes!” from her lips.
“Thought so,” Reece chuckled. “Now, let’s see what she looks like when she comes…”
He reached around and pulled her panties to one side, letting his partner kiss her skin on skin. Nash’s supple lips latched around her clit, sucking it hard while he laved her with his wet tongue.
Fairchild didn’t have to act. The climax that rocked her was all too real, and the sounds that erupted from her mouth were far too shameful to fake. As the orgasm finally started to fade, she caught a glimpse of herself in the two-way mirror and immediately turned her face away in shame.
“Let them see,” Reece whispered. “You have to let them see.”
He fisted her hair and turned her face toward the mirror again, forcing her to look at herself, near naked and panting, her face flushed from coming, her nipples peaked with obvious arousal.
Fairchild could feel the unseen eyes appraising her from the far side of that reflection.
How many people were back there, she wondered.
Just the two she knew about, or were there more?
An intervox speaker buzzed at the front of the room, and Lennox’s voice came through, cold and unimpressed.
“Okay, so you can come,” she said. “But can you dish it out?”
Fairchild bridled at those words, but Reece caught her and made a soothing sound.
“You’re doing good,” he said, pitching his voice so only she could hear, “but we have to show them more.”
Fairchild took a deep breath. He was right, of course. They couldn’t stop now. They had to see this sinful performance through to the end.
She gave an almost imperceptible nod.
“Dutton,” Reece called, switching back to his stage voice.
“Sir.”
Fairchild had lost track of the quiet Merc at some point in all the excitement, but she turned to look at him now, and what she saw robbed all the breath from her lungs.
While Nash had been pleasuring her with his tongue, Dutton had been prepping for the second part of the show. His clothes were neatly folded on the table beside him, and he stood before her now fully naked—and fully aroused.
The man was big in every sense of the word. Fairchild didn’t know what scared her more: the slabs of hard muscle covering his body, or the equally hard thing jutting out from his groin.
“Oh my God,” she breathed.
Reece growled, “On your knees, woman.”
Fairchild was a soldier, she was used to taking orders, just not when it came to sex. Yet there was something in Reece’s voice, a note of hard masculinity, that compelled her to comply.
Of course, the fist in her hair also helped.
She lowered herself into a kneeling position and watched with a touch of apprehension as Dutton strode toward her, his hard cock swinging to and fro with every step. When he came to a stop in front of her, that hardened member was mere inches from her face, pointing like the barrel of a gun.
I can do this, she told herself. I have to do this.
She pressed her hands against the Merc’s meaty thighs for support. His augmetically enhanced muscles were inhumanly hard beneath the taut, smooth skin. She flicked a glance up at his face and found his own eyes staring back at her, blue as twin ion drives, and almost as hot.
She returned her gaze to his hard cock. God, he was big. Far bigger than any man she’d ever been with before. Her jaw ached just looking at the damn thing, but she knew she mustn’t hesitate. If she did, she was liable to lose all her nerve.
She took him between her lips and got to work, moving her head with short, mechanical jerks. Above her, Dutton grunted softly. It wasn’t a sound of pleasure.
“Whoa,” Reece said. “Hang on…”
The lead Merc was kneeling beside her now. Fairchild stopped what she was doing and gave him a quizzical look. He swept the hair from her face and pulled it back into a ponytail, which he held in his fist.
“Don’t try to rush it,” he said. “Take your time. Savor it…”
Using her ponytail like a handle, Reece turned her face back toward Dutton’s hard cock.
“Open,” Reece commanded, and Fairchild obeyed. “Good girl,” he said. “Now, make sure your teeth are all the way in. He doesn’t want to feel anything but lips and tongue, isn’t that right, Dutt?”
“Yes, sir,” Dutton answered.
With his hand still clutching her ponytail, Reece guided Fairchild’s face forward onto his comrade’s hard cock. She shut her eyes and moaned as it slid into her, thick and heavy and warm. She cradled the underside of his shaft with her tongue, and she could feel it pulsing with his heartbeat.
“That’s it,” Reece said. “Just like that. Does it feel good?”
At first, Fairchild thought he was talking to Dutton, but a sharp tug on her ponytail let her know that she was expected to answer. Her face heated briefly with defiance, but she quickly quelled it.
“Mmph-Hmph!” she moaned, a wet, clumsy sound.
The truth was, she didn’t know how she felt.
This was supposed to be about the man’s pleasure, not her own—wasn’t it?
And yet, she had to admit, the sensations she was experiencing were not entirely unpleasing.
The hardness of Dutton’s male arousal sliding in and out of her mouth, the knowledge that she was the source of that hardness.
The sweating, masculine scent of his crotch.
The raunchy flavor of his skin. The shameful, wet sounds.
“Yeah,” Reece said. “You like sucking that fat Merc cock, don’t you?”
“Mmph-Hmph!” she answered, even more convincingly than before. Reece’s hand was still in her hair, but he wasn’t guiding her anymore. She was moving of her own initiative, sliding her circled lips up and down Dutton’s hard shaft.
“Keep that up,” Reece told her, “and you just might earn yourself a mouthful of cum.”
Fairchild’s whole body heated at those words.
She had never tasted a man’s cum before.
It wasn’t her style. The men she had used to satisfy her urges had always been the type who were more than happy to be dominated by a woman of her stature.
Her oral skills had never really been a part of the equation.
That wasn’t going to cut it now. She needed to show the watchers that she could make a man come with her mouth, and she needed to pretend to enjoy it.
For the mission.
Fairchild pulled away from Dutton’s cock, her lips trailing long strands of saliva in their wake, and she stared up into his dark face and bright blue eyes.
“I want it,” she said, affecting the best porn-star voice she could muster. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
She was shocked by how easily the words rolled off her tongue.
“Dutt,” Reece said beside her. “Give this little nympho what she wants.”
Those words sent fire coursing through Fairchild’s veins, and she had to suppress the urge to turn and stare in disbelief at the man who had spoken them. Then Dutton’s big hands were clutching her head, and she didn’t have any choice in the matter.
“Yes, sir,” Dutton said.
Before Fairchild even knew what was happening, the Merc was inside her again, fucking her face with slow, deep thrusts, using her like a sex toy with no will of her own. She shut her eyes and took it like a good soldier.
Dutton’s cock slid deeper, until his tip was down her throat. Tears of exertion leaked from her eyelids and spilled down her cheeks. Dutton was getting close now. She could feel him starting to lose control.
Beside her, Reece whispered: “Remember Dutt, they need to see it.”
With a growl of annoyance, Dutton yanked Fairchild’s head back, and her mouth came away from him in a messy gasp. He gripped his shaft with one hand and started to jerk it. The other hand stayed in her hair.
Fairchild knew what she had to do. She opened her mouth and tried not to flinch as the hot, thick ropes of semen gushed onto her tongue. It took Dutton half a minute or more to get all of it out.
“Swallow it,” Reece commanded.
Fairchild did as she was told, turning her face slightly so the eyes behind the mirror could see. The stuff felt warm and gooey sliding down her throat. Her face heated with shame, and some other feeling she didn’t care to identify.
“Good girl,” Reece said. “You like that, don’t you? You like swallowing your men’s hot cum.”
“Yes,” Fairchild answered because she had to.
She wished it had been a lie.
Dutton helped her to her feet and cradled her burning face in his hands. His touch was surprisingly gentle now, and so were his eyes, a far cry from the beast who had just used her so savagely only a minute before. He kissed her mouth, not seeming to mind that it was still stained with his seed.
Reece didn’t seem to mind either when he kissed her as well. He even licked a little from the corner of her mouth. Then he put his lips to her ear and whispered.
“We’re almost done,” he told her. “But there’s still one more thing we need to do.”
Fairchild nodded that she understood.
Reece spun her, then shoved her down onto the table, bending her over for his use. She was grateful he was going to do it from behind. It would be easier for her that way. Less personal. The man obviously knew what he was doing.
His strong hand grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled hard.
The fabric bit into Fairchild’s skin for a fraction of a second, then it gave way with a sound of ripping cloth.
The pain was minor, far less than the wounds she’d experienced during her career as a Merc, but it made her gasp just the same.
She was completely naked now, save for her socks and boots, and she was bent over the side of the briefing room table, about to be fucked by the closest thing she had left to a friend. Her heart was slamming faster than it ever had on any mission she could remember.
“Spread your legs,” Reece ordered, shoving her feet apart with his own. “That’s better.”