Chapter 15 #2
He raised himself upright and pulled his T-shirt off over his head, treating Fairchild to a view of his hard muscles and tattooed arms. She sat up and got to work on his jeans, fingers frantic as she unfastened his belt, then his fly.
“I need it,” she whined. “I need it…”
They pushed his jeans down together, and his naked cock sprang out, hard and ready. He still had his boots on, so he didn’t bother taking off his jeans completely. Instead, he just shoved her back down onto the bed and guided himself into her. They both moaned as he filled her.
“Is this what you need?” he purred, his lips soft against her ear. “Is this what you need?”
“Fuck me!” Fairchild begged beneath him. “Fuck me hard!”
Nash wasted no time in granting her request. He pressed her legs back in a wide V and started thrusting into her hard and deep, penetrating all the way to the furthest center of her femininity.
He was fucking her bareback, without protection, but Fairchild wasn’t worried about pregnancy.
She had taken one of her pills just before disembarking from the ship, so she was safe for a day.
Safe to enjoy Nash’s perfect cock raw and unprotected.
He felt so good inside her—so hard and so hot.
“Yes!” Fairchild cried, digging her nails deep into the flexing muscles of his bare ass. “Just like that! Keep fucking me just like that!”
Above the bed, more cameras came to life. Some of them seemed to be aimed at her face. Others were pointed down between her legs, where Nash was pounding her wet pussy with his long, hard dick.
People were watching. Lots of them. Strangers.
Fairchild tossed her head back and yowled as a fresh orgasm crested through her body, and for a few blessed moments her brain blanked out in a flash of white-hot pleasure.
Then images started creeping in again. Images of Reece with another woman.
“Harder!” Fairchild shouted. “Fuck me harder!”
Nash’s cock slipped out of her with a wet sound, and for half a second, her gaping pussy was exposed to the electric eyes watching from above the bed. Then Nash flipped her over onto her stomach and plunged into her from behind, filling her once again.
He fucked her even harder than before, so hard it probably would have injured an ordinary woman. It was exactly what Fairchild wanted—animal sex, rough and brutal. She came on his cock again and again, wailing out a song of pleasure over the rhythm of clapping skin.
But it still wasn’t enough. Even through that haze of sex, her mind kept drifting back to Reece. Where was he? What was taking so long? Was he—
The doorbell chimed.
“I’ll get it,” Dutton’s voice called from the upper balcony of the suite. She heard his footsteps descending the stairs, heard the door open then close again, heard voices talking in hushed tones.
A few seconds later, Dutton stepped into view. Reece was with him, alive and well.
He was back! Reece was back!
But had he—
Fairchild cut the thought off before it had a chance to grow. “Come inside me!” she shouted to Nash, who was still pounding her with all his might. “I want to feel your cum deep inside me!”
Above her, Nash grunted like a beast. He pumped her three more times, then held himself deep inside and started to come. She could feel it flowing out of him and into her, gush after gush of hot, thick semen splashing against the deepest part of her, against the very entrance of her womb.
If it weren’t for her pills, he would be knocking her up right now. Merc seed was notoriously potent. One time was typically all it took.
Nash groaned and shuddered behind her. After the initial spurts died down, her pussy continued to flex and squeeze around his shaft, milking him for more.
She was coming too, but more softly than before.
When it was finally over, she dropped her face into the satin sheets, and Nash collapsed on top of her, satisfied and spent.
It was the sound of Reece’s voice that finally roused her back to reality.
The team leader was sitting in the sunken lounge area, a phone pressed to his ear. Dutton was standing nearby, listening.
“Six o’clock?” Reece said.
Fairchild could hear a woman’s voice on the other end, but she couldn’t make out what she was saying. She sounded sexy.
“Perfect,” Reece said with a smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Fairchild felt that hot, sick feeling returning. Who was he talking to? Some woman he’d met at the resort? Some random woman he’d fucked, and now he was setting up a date for round two?
No. Of course not. That was utterly ridiculous.
Wasn’t it?
Reece turned off the phone and slipped it into his pocket. Then he rose from the couch and strolled over to where Fairchild and Nash were lying. Dutton was right behind him.
“Well, well,” Reece said, stopping at the edge of the bed. “What have we here?”
“Sorry,” Nash said, still catching his breath. “We got a little impatient and started without you.”
“Started and finished, from the looks of it. Let’s have a peek.”
Nash slid out and rolled Fairchild onto her back, spreading her legs so his teammates could get a good look at what he had done inside her. And they weren’t the only ones looking. Overhead, cameras whirred and zoomed to get a better view of the aftermath.
“Now that,” Reece said with a smile, “is one luscious cream pie.”
He started to loosen his tie.
“If you’re not too exhausted,” he said, fixing his gaze on Fairchild’s face, “I think I’ll add to it.”
She stared up at him for a moment, her mind whirling with a million conflicting thoughts. She wanted desperately to ask where he’d been, but she knew she mustn’t do that. Not now, with all these cameras pointed at her. It wouldn’t be in character. It wouldn’t be in character at all.
Then, an idea struck her.
Fairchild sat up on the bed and hooked her fingers over the top of Reece’s pants. She tilted her head back and gazed up at him, catching her bottom lip with her teeth.
“No,” she said. “Let me suck it.”