Chapter 16
Reece’s dick surged at Fairchild’s request. It wasn’t what she had said so much as the way she had said it. The way her voice was dripping with need. The way she was staring up at him from the bed, eyes wide and hungry. And one more thing, which Reece couldn’t quite put his finger on at first…
Then it hit him, like a bolt from the blue.
She was jealous.
That was the real reason she wanted his dick in her mouth. She wanted to taste him, to see if he’d been screwing around.
Reece couldn’t say exactly how he knew this, he just did, the same way he knew what Dutton or Nash was thinking almost as soon as they knew it themselves.
It was a thing that happened with Mercs, an almost supernatural intuition forged in blood and fire.
Although Fairchild had only been his teammate for a little over a week now, he’d already forged a similar bond with her.
He could read her like a book. A beautiful, sexy, wide-open book.
Apparently that feeling wasn’t entirely mutual, however. If it were, Fairchild would already know she had nothing to be jealous about.
After splitting off from the others, Reece had tailed the armed men across the resort grounds, always maintaining just enough distance to keep from being noticed.
Along the way, a few random women had eye-fucked him, but that was all.
Reece had returned a flirtatious smile, just to keep up appearances, but he’d had a job to do, and even if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have been tempted.
He already had the perfect woman waiting for him back at the suite.
As it turned out, Reece’s instincts had been right.
The armed men he’d been following were indeed working for Victor Slayn.
He had tailed them to a restaurant called Indulgence, and even from a distance, he’d been able to overhear their conversation with the scantily-clad hostess.
Their boss would be dining there later that night, and they needed to perform a security sweep of the entire place.
The hostess had offered no objections. Clearly, Slayn was a known entity here on Calyxia.
Reece would have liked to tell Fairchild all of that right now, but he couldn’t.
Not with a dozen cameras pointed right at them.
While Reece was away, Dutton had performed a scan of the entire suite.
There were no hidden cameras or bugs of any kind, only the ones that were clearly visible around the bed, and a few more positioned throughout the suite.
According to Dutton, those cameras were also equipped with mics that would pick up their voices when they spoke at a normal volume.
They could whisper, but they would have to do so in a way that would not arouse suspicion.
That meant Reece couldn’t explain everything to Fairchild right now, and he definitely couldn’t say anything to allay her jealous feelings.
He would have to let his dick do the talking.
He would have to let her taste him.
“My, my,” Reece said, brushing his fingers through Fairchild’s hair. “Aren’t we a needy little thing? But you know I could never refuse those eyes, or those lips. If it’s a mouthful of cock you want, then that’s exactly what you’re going to get…”
He unzipped his fly and whipped it out. The shaft was hard and heavy in his hand. It had been that way from the moment he’d stepped into the suite and seen Nash pounding Fairchild on the bed.
She lowered her gaze and stared at it, her eyes crossing as they focused on the tip. She nibbled her bottom lip, hesitating as if she feared what she might taste.
“Well?” Reece said softly. “What are you waiting for, sweetheart? You said you wanted to suck it.”
Fairchild glanced up at his face, then back down at his hard cock. She leaned forward, parting her lips slightly, letting them slide around the head. A second later, Reece felt her tongue tickling at that sensitive little V on the underside of his shaft.
Her eyes widened. She looked up at him, and a smile curved the edges of her circled lips. She could taste that his dick hadn’t been anywhere it wasn’t supposed to be, and she was glad.
“You like that?” Reece purred softly. “Does that taste good?”
“Mm-hm,” Fairchild moaned.
She popped her lips away from his head and started to lick him, running her tongue all over his aching shaft. She kept looking up at him while she did it, drinking in the expression of uncontrollable pleasure that was no doubt flickering across his face.
Reece shook his head and chuckled softly. The woman knew how to please a dick, that was for sure. The last week of training had paid off big time.
Once his shaft was evenly coated with her spit, she leaned back and studied her handiwork. Then she flicked her eyes back to his face. The way she was looking at him was almost enough to make him come.
“I love your cock,” she whispered. “It tastes so fucking good.”
“Mm,” Reece sighed, stroking her face. “My cock loves you too, sweetheart. Now stop talking, and put that fucking mouth where it belongs.”
Fairchild obeyed like the good little soldier she was, wrapping her lips around Reece’s cock again and working them up and down his hard shaft, taking him a little bit deeper with each slippery stroke.
“That’s it,” Reece said, slipping off his suit jacket and dropping it on the floor behind him. “Go down on that cock like a good girl. Let me feel those lips going all the way down.”
Fairchild answered him with wet, muffled sounds.
Nash was lying on the bed watching. When Reece had arrived a few minutes ago, the kid still had his boots on, and his jeans were bunched up around his shins. Now he had stripped completely naked, and he was slowly jacking his still-hard cock while he watched Fairchild service Reece with her mouth.
“Damn,” Nash said. “She’s taking it deep. Your dick must be down her throat.”
“Oh, it is,” Reece confirmed. “And it feels fucking amazing.”
“That’s hot,” Nash said. “That’s so fucking hot.” His eyes shifted to Fairchild’s rear, which was out of Reece’s line of vision, and he smirked. “Damn,” he said. “All my cum is dripping out of her. Dutt, you’d better come plug up this leak.”
As the junior member of the team, Nash really shouldn’t have been bossing Dutton around like that, but Reece let it slide. After all, they weren’t Mercs right now. They were businessmen on vacation.
Besides, Dutton didn’t seem to object.
As a matter of fact, he seemed to have the same idea. While Fairchild had been pleasuring Reece’s cock, the quiet Merc had once more stripped down, and he looked relieved to be out of his suit. His dick looked as hard as Reece’s felt, and he was clearly ready to put it to good use.
Reece watched as his second-in-command climbed onto the bed and moved around behind Fairchild. She was so focused on sucking Reece’s cock, she didn’t even notice him getting into position. Then Dutton slid into her, and her eyes suddenly got extra wide.
“MmmMmmm!”
Dutton gave her a few seconds to adjust to his girth.
Then he started to fuck her, slowly at first, then faster by degrees.
From his vantage point, Reece could not see the penetration, but he could hear his comrade’s hard shaft sliding in and out of Fairchild’s cum-filled hole. She moaned even louder.
“Do you like that?” Reece asked, looking down at Fairchild’s flushed face. “Do you like getting dicked from both ends at the same time?”
“Mm-hm!” Fairchild whined.
She had tilted her head to one side, and her cheek was bulging around the head of Reece’s cock. The look in her eyes was desperate, needful. No way that was just acting. No fucking way.
“That’s a good girl,” Reece said, working his fingers through her hair. “Keep it up, and you’re going to get filled with cum from both ends. Is that what you want?”
“Mm-hm!”
He took control of the situation then, twisting her loose hair into a crude ponytail which he used as a handle to steer her head. He forced her lips all the way down to the base of his shaft, and Fairchild moaned with pleasure, a deep, guttural sound that Reece could feel vibrating in his balls.
“Sweetheart,” he said. “I love the way you take that dick.”
He held her steady and began to thrust his pelvis, using her lips the same way Dutton was using her pussy. He looked across her sweating body at his second-in-command and grinned. Damn, it felt good to share her like this, with his brother-in-arms.
Instinctively, both Mercs flung their right arms over her body and smacked their palms above her back, muscles bulging as they performed a little arm wrestling match in mid-air.
Reece chuckled. “Dutton, you son of a bitch.”
Dutton flashed a rare smile. “You ready to finish her off? Just say the word.”
“On three.”
Reece counted down. When he reached one, they both released inside her, simultaneously coming inside her pussy and her mouth. Fairchild came with them, her flanks shuddering as she climaxed, her feminine moans mingling with their masculine grunts.
Reece felt as if he had never come so much in his life.
It felt like fucking gallons. He wasn’t sure how the hell Fairchild managed to swallow it all, but she did, and when he finally released his grip on her hair, she sat up panting, her mouth wide open, as if to show him what a good job she had done.
“Now that,” Nash said from the sidelines, “was hot.”
Reece nodded in agreement. He let his eyes wander down her body, down her breasts and her belly, to the place where Dutton’s hard cock was still filling her. Runnels of thick, white cum were leaking out of her pussy and dripping down the Merc’s big balls.
Reece lifted his eyes back to her face.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said.
Fairchild was already flushed with exertion, but her face suddenly turned an even deeper shade of pink, and there was a look in her eyes that made Reece want to throw her down on the bed and use her a second time.
But there was something he needed to tell her first.
He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, tasting the salty flavor of his own seed on her lips and tongue. Then he whispered in her ear, keeping his voice low enough so the microphones in the cameras wouldn’t pick it up.
“We’re having dinner at a place called Indulgence,” he said. “Our friend is going to be there.” The way he said friend made it clear he meant the opposite.
He could hear Fairchild’s heart beating faster.
Reece leaned back and checked the gold watch on his wrist. This time when he spoke, it was in character, and he used a normal volume.
“Our reservation is at six,” he said. “That means we’ve got a few hours to kill.”
Fairchild smiled darkly.
“Good,” she said. “I’m just getting warmed up.”