Chapter 5
Ethan
What the fuck was I doing?
Kissing a spy. A CIA agent. A professional liar.
Not just kissing. I had my hands wrapped around hot, curved hips and ass, pulling her down on top of me, helping her grind against my aching dick.
Her full breasts were pressed flat and so fucking soft against my chest I couldn’t think straight.
The taste of her on my tongue was like a drug, infiltrating my bloodstream, making it hard to focus. To think.
To resist.
I knew nothing about this woman. Not really.
My dick had a mind of its own and he was totally fine with being deep inside the hot, wet pussy of a complete stranger.
She buried her hands in my hair and held me in place as she kissed me like she would die if she had to stop.
Her desire was intoxicating. Addictive. Everything male in me rose up in response to the primal demand of her full lips, and frantic hands, and round, luscious fucking ass. I felt more animal than man.
Was one hundred percent sure, she wanted me that way. Out of my fucking mind with lust. Out of control.
Because she wanted me that badly? Or because I was an assignment? A job?
Fuck. Was I being played right now? Suckered like a god damn rookie?
“Get off me.”
“No. Please.” Her whimper tested my resolve, but I turned my head to the side, away from her lips, so I couldn’t give in to temptation. Fuck me, I really wanted to give in and go for a ride. Just once.
“Lyra, stop. Where are we? Who, exactly, were those thugs in the lab? You talked to them like you’ve met them before.” With each question, my head cleared a little. Not much. Enough to start thinking like a cop again, instead of a sex-starved teenager.
She shuddered. Rested her forehead against my temple so her hot breath fanned my ear. “No. Shut up.”
“What did you just say to me?” My hands tightened on her hips in irritation. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to let her know I could. Instead of apologizing or backing off, as I expected, she rubbed against me and moaned.
“Not you. I’m talking to—” She shifted her hips, grinding even harder on my over-eager dick. Her soft groan, and the shaking fingertips fluttering over my shoulders nearly killed me.
“Who are you talking to?” Did she have a communication device implanted in her skull like the Coalition aliens—or so I’d been told they had.
If the aliens gave their magical healing wand and transport technology to the CIA, it made sense they would share their universal translator technology—the NPU—as well.
Shit. The room could be wired. Was someone watching us right now? Giving her instructions on how to handle me?
Fury rose hard and fast. Instead of wilting, my asshole erection jumped in excitement at the challenge. Sick bastard.
“Mine.” The voice making the decree didn’t sound like her.
Too forceful. Deeper. The soft growl in the word made my heart skip a beat, then race and clatter around behind my ribs.
Still feminine. Sexy as hell. “Mine. Ethan. Mine.” She was so wet, I could smell her arousal now.
I inhaled, long and deep. The perfume of her wet pussy made my head swim.
What. The. Fuck? I had to get her off me before I did something really stupid. Like fuck a federal agent I’d just met on the kitchen floor of—hell. I had no fucking clue where we were. “Get off me.”
“No.”
“Dammit, woman.” I wrapped her in my arms and rolled.
Huge fucking mistake. She wrapped her legs around my hips and clung, pulled me down on top of her.
My hips settled in the vee between her legs, the heat of her wet core like a blow torch for my balls.
I rested on bent elbows, my lips above hers.
Gazes locked. We were the exact same height.
Breaths mingled in the small space between us.
Her eyes were the color of the ocean at sunrise.
Dark blue. Mysterious. Dilated with desire.
“Mine.” That voice again.
She shifted her hips. Undulated beneath me. Used her body to beg me to fuck her. If she kept that up, I would come in my pants.
“What are you doing?” My dick hated me. Really, really hated me for stopping her. “You don’t know me.”
“Mine.” Her voice still didn’t sound right but when she licked her lips and slowly, deliberately slid both her hands along the tile until they stretched out above her head, I couldn’t move away. Transfixed. Hypnotized. What was she doing? Offering herself to me?
“Look—” I didn’t know what to say. What the fuck was I supposed to say right now?
“Cuffs. Want.”
Oh god. Fuck. She was asking me to handcuff her and fuck her? Here? Now?
I shouldn’t. I could think of a hundred reasons this was a very bad idea.
I should be on the phone. Calling in a report. Getting backup. Mobilizing everyone. Instead, I was horizontal with a seductress, fighting my own desire.
“I need you. I can’t control her.” A helpless whimper passed her lips, and I clamped my jaw together to stop the groan in my throat from coming out. For whatever bizarre reason, her voice was back to normal. She arched her back, rubbing hard nipples against my bare chest. “Please. Please. Fuck me.”
“You don’t know me.” I didn’t know her either. Should have been a hell of a lot more of an issue than it was.
“It doesn’t matter. I choose you. She chose you.
” Lyra arched her back again, rubbed herself against me as if she were talking to me on behalf of her hot, wet little pussy.
Not as strange as one might think. I’d been telling my dick to behave for what felt like a fucking eternity. He wasn’t a good listener, either.
“Ethan.”
My name on her lips was the nail in my coffin.
The shudder that passed through me gave her my answer before I could find the words.
I was honorable. But I was also only fucking human.
I had no wife. No girlfriend. All I had was a two-bedroom apartment in the city with bare bones furniture, an empty refrigerator, and a couple of half-dead houseplants.
I hadn’t had sex in…a long fucking time.
Two years? Three? Didn’t have time for female drama. Not worth the—
She placed her feet flat on the floor and lifted her entire body—and mine—off the floor. Bucked under me like a wild thing—kept her hands over her head.
Demanding. Bossy. Vulnerable. Submissive. How the fucking hell she was everything at the same time, I couldn’t process. Didn’t matter. Whatever she was doing to me was working. I was about to break every rule I had when it came to women. Every god damn one.
For her.
I reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. She either wasn’t wearing a bra, or it was built into the shirt. When she twisted to help me, her large, round breasts popped free.
Hell, yeah. I lunged. Sucked a dark rose nipple into my mouth.
“Yes. Fuck me. Yes.” She ran her hands over my skin. My cheek. Neck. Shoulders. Arms. Anything—everything—she could reach. “Use the handcuffs. She wants them.”
“Does your hot little pussy want me to restrain you?” Our conversation was odd and strangely arousing. She acted like her desire was a different person. A wilder, more primitive version of her.
“Yes. Hurry. I can’t control her.” Lyra reached for the waist of my jeans. Popped the button free. Eager hands plunged down, wrapped around my cock. Stroked a few drops of precum from the tip.
If she kept touching me, I’d never last. Apparently, I couldn’t control my dick, either.
Maybe the handcuffs weren’t such a bad idea.
I pulled away and perched on my knees. Reached down and pulled the handcuffs I always carried free from the IWB carrier attached to my waist. I dangled them in the air between us.
She stopped breathing. Placed her hands over her head once more, wrists touching. “Yes.”
I crawled over her to secure her wrists, slightly disturbed at how fucking hot this was making me. Unhinged. She was pushing me in ways no woman ever had before. Worse, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted this to stop. I had to clear my throat in order to speak. “Keep your hands here and don’t move.”
“Yes. Mine.” Her voice was deeper again. Clipped. Commanding. Her gaze focused on me like two laser beams.
I stood and made a show of removing the rest of my clothes.
My shoes. She didn’t move. Didn’t blink.
Her breasts heaved up and down as I watched.
Perfect tits. Full. Firm. My dick sprang free and I wrapped a firm fist around it, ordered it to calm the fuck down for a few minutes.
I was about to be balls deep in the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and I wanted it to last more than two minutes.
I leaned down and tugged her pants over her hips, down her legs. Yanked them off with her boots. Her legs were long, strong, curved in all the right places. Her thighs were full and soft as satin when I ran my hands over her skin on my way to the glistening pink pussy waiting for me.
Maybe we should have moved to the bedroom.
A couch. Fuck, some carpet or even a soft rug.
Anywhere but cold, hard tile. But it was too late.
The scent of her pussy made me dizzy and I dropped to my knees.
Knelt between her thighs, used my hands to push her knees wide, spread her open for my gaze. My fingers. My tongue.
My dick.
Oh, hell yeah. I was gonna fuck that wet pussy. I was going to make her beg.
One last glimmer of sanity shoved its way into my mind. “I don’t have a condom.”
She shook her head, her seductive whisper melting away the last or my resistance. “Don’t need one. I want your seed inside me. I want your scent all over my skin. I need it.”
My balls tightened at her crude words. No woman I knew talked like that.
She wasn’t a normal woman. She was an agent. A spy. A predator. Like me.
I positioned myself between her legs and looked up to see her gaze locked on my every movement. “Don’t move.” I slipped two fingers inside her core, rode a powerful surge of satisfaction when her entire body shuddered, but she didn’t move. “This pussy is mine now.”
With a hunger I’d never felt before, I lowered my head and locked my lips over her swollen clit. Her taste exploded on my tongue, tangy and sweet, like lemonade and honey.
I was not a man who ignored the needs of my lovers.
I always made sure they came first. Always.
But this time, I needed her to fall apart.
Lose her fucking mind. Shudder and sob and scream.
The need rode me like a demon on my back, under my skin, in my blood.
Making her pussy flutter and spasm with an orgasm became my singular obsession.
I wasn’t gentle. I couldn’t be. I fucked her with two fingers.
Then three. Rubbed the inner walls of her swollen, hot pussy as I worked her clit with my tongue. Rubbing. Sucking.
Claiming.
Strange word, but that’s what it felt like. Primitive. Not just sex. A reckoning.
When her keening cries drowned out my own thoughts, I pushed my fingers deep and enjoyed the way the walls of her pussy clamped down, then fluttered around my fingers.
I rose up over her, watched her face as she gave herself to the pleasure.
To me. She was ready now. My cock didn’t fall to my knees, but it was thick.
Too much for some women. I’d had issues in the past. Had to be careful.
I didn’t want to be careful. Gentle. Slow. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Yes.”
“Are you…”
Her gaze locked on my face. “What?”
I glanced down at my dick where it hung between us. Her gaze followed mine and when I glanced up to gauge her reaction, she licked her lips. Fuuuuck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Do it. I want you. Please.” She glanced up into my face, chest heaving. “Fuck me. Don’t hold back. I need you.”
Well, fuck. I moved into position and pushed the head of my dick inside her pussy.
Stopped. Holy shit, she was hot. Tight. So fucking swollen and wet I needed time to adjust. Had to focus on the bite of cold tile under my kneecaps.
The ache in my shoulder that wasn’t completely healed.
Anything but her body. The scorching hot liquid surrounding my dick.
The sounds coming from her throat. Soft. Submissive. Desperate.
Didn’t fucking help when she lifted her head and kissed me, all tongue, soft lips and need, a relentless assault on my senses.
I was done. Fucking cooked. I thrust deep, didn’t stop until my balls hit her soft ass. Pulled back. Thrust again. Over and over. Faster. I couldn’t fucking stop. Didn’t want to.
We both moaned. She lowered her hands to grab fistfuls of my hair.
Out of nowhere, I sensed the move was important. A challenge. “No.” I grabbed both wrists and shoved them over her head, held her down using the metal chains connecting the cuffs as I fucked her. Harder. Hard enough to punctuate my words. “I didn’t say you could move.”
She thrashed. Moaned. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice as she came, her orgasm ripping through her without warning.
Fuck. Her needy response made me want to order her around some more. Push her limits. See how far this thing between us would go.
Next time.
I pumped my hips, let go. Stopped trying to hold myself back. To last.
I didn’t want to last. I wanted to pump her full of seed as she came all over me. Mark her. Make her mine.
Illogical. Stupid. Didn’t matter. My body was in control as I fucked her harder. Faster. Held her down. Shuddered when her moans and whimpers filled my ears. She was hot. Wild. Sexy as fuck. In this with me, all the fucking way.
I felt like a god-king. Invincible. Raw. Full of power and purpose.
I moved inside her, determined to make her come again.
Her eyes closed. Head thrashed side to side. When she exploded in my arms I followed her over the edge, my balls drawing up tight, the release bordering on pain.
It went on and on. When it was over, I lifted her off the floor and carried her limp body in search of a shower. I was far past my teenage years, but the way she snuggled against me, trusting, replete, filled my head and made me drunk on her scent. On sex. On needing more.