15. Smith
Chapter 15
Smith
T he fear in her eyes is beautiful.
It’s primal fear, that delicious, anticipatory vibration that startled prey puts out into the atmosphere, and I don’t yet know what she’ll do in response.
I tracked her the moment she stepped outside the mission. I was aware of her the moment she stood up from the bed. No, fuck no, I was aware of her the entire time, even when she woke from her drugged sleep.
“It’s a stupid mistake to make, thinking I’d sleep through you coming into my room.” I grin. “I caught you, fair and fucking square. The question is, what should I do with you?”
Her eyes narrow. The fear still thumps and pounds in her veins but with it, excitement and anger. They give the storm in her gaze a fierce electric current.
“You’re easy to track, Calista.”
And now I have her, just when she might have realized rushing out into the jungle at night was a stupid thing to do.
The blood that pounds through her veins warms her skin, gives her a vitality I want to sink my teeth into .
“Your safe word still holds,” I say. “It’s the only thing I’ll pay attention to.”
She’s vibrating like she’s going to run or do something. I slowly release my hand from her mouth, sliding my fingers down the front of her top, all the way down to her pussy. But I don’t explore, just let my hand gently graze. Like it’s by accident.
I want to see what she’s going to do.
She’s got a knife, the knife I left in the kitchen after she basically hung out a sign stating she wanted to stab me with it, but she doesn’t raise it. Instead, she pulls away, ducking around me. Then she breaks into a run.
Wrong fucking move, little girl.
I take off after her and tackle her to the ground. Her knife falls out of her hand, but she knees me, narrowly missing my balls. Then she scrambles around, grabbing for the blade in the dirt and rotting leaves.
My heart damn near punches a hole in my chest, and I get so fucking hard when her fingers close around the handle, I let her escape just a little before pulling her back to me by her ankles. Her pussy flashes in the moonlight as her skirt twists up and her thighs part as she tries to kick me again.
Calista keeps pushing at me with her feet until I rise up over her. That’s when the knife flashes and presses in against my throat.
Our gazes clash. I grab her hair with one hand and waist with the other, flipping her so she’s on top of me. “Better if you wait until I sink so deep in you that you see fucking stars, Calista.”
“What?” Her voice shakes and she licks her lips as she straddles me. “Wait for what?”
I move my hand from her hair to her throat. “To cut me. But sweetheart, make sure you go for the jugular. Then you can play in the blood while you literally fuck the life out of me.”
My words hang.
There’s horror all over her face. Need, too. And lust.
“You’re crazy,” she whispers. “Batshit crazy.”
“Yeah, but that all just got you hot.”
“No, it didn’t.”
I push into the knife, the blade biting my throat, and she goes still, not sure if she wants to cut me deep, or if she wants to throw the weapon away.
“Yes, it did, and it does.” I grab her hand with the knife, keeping it there as I haul her close by her throat with my other hand. “Otherwise, why aren’t you running? Why are you rubbing and rocking against me? And why—” I drop the hand from her throat and push it between her thighs, into the dripping wet heat of her cunt “—are you soaked?”
“Maybe because I hate you and want you dead.”
I bite her lip and pull the knife free from her fingers. I toss it aside. “But little prey, how are you going to do that when you don’t have the knife?”
Then I kiss her. She locks her legs tight around me as she sucks on my tongue, her fingers buried in my hair.
“Suck my cock.” I don’t wait. I unwind her from me and dump her on the ground, freeing my aching dick. I need her mouth and her tongue. I need to pound the back of her throat and watch her swallow everything I give her.
I rise up on my knees and grab her by the hair, hauling her to me. “You have a word, prey.”
“Fuck you,” she says, sending a thrill of triumph through my bones.
“Open that pretty mouth.” I take my cock with my other hand and feed it to her, and the stretch of her lips, that special sucking wetness of her mouth is fucking incredible .
It’s like I already won the prize before the competition even starts.
This is perfection. Out in the middle of the fucking jungle. No rules, just one word that can stop everything.
And she doesn’t use it.
Calista’s a kinky little slut. I can feel the tremor, the small sounds of need as she sucks hard, her tongue managing to move on me even though I barely fit. Fuck, I haven’t even begun to thrust into her, to hit the back of her throat.
She tries to go down farther, her fingers digging into my hips. I wind my other hand in her hair, and I start to skull fuck her, a brutal game of destruction and ownership.
I want to destroy whatever boundaries she might have. I want to obliterate any doubts, any lines she might have drawn in the sand.
There are no lines anymore. There’s only devour and conquer. Slave and master. Hunter and prey.
Calista starts to drool and gag, but I keep driving deeper, testing her limits, pushing her past them until I’m balls deep in her mouth. I’m so hot, aching as I hold myself in her. The gag reflex massages the tip of my cock and it’s so fucking good I could come from just this.
But I want more.
I start pulling out nearly all the way, only to hammer back into her, over and over, her mouth and tongue working, gag reflex massaging me. Pleasure builds inside, focuses laser bright on my cock and balls. But I control the pressure to explode, the slight pain of holding back when the overwhelming urge is to come.
This is something I need to last so I hold on, slamming into her, the sputtering sounds and the wetness that drizzles out of the sides of her mouth driving me closer and closer to the edge.
Fuck, she sucks like she wants Olympic gold. It’s too much. My balls are already tight, and the urge to release consumes me. I push down into her throat and come hard, shuddering and shaking with the violent release.
I hold her there, her throat working hard as she struggles, trying to gasp for air. So I play that dangerous, pleasurable game where I keep her mouth clamped on to me until the point where her vision must blur, until she must be lightheaded, lungs feeling like they could easily burst. I don’t know her actual lung capacity, but I know how long a person can last before they pass out.
She’s almost there.
I finally release her, and she falls back to the ground, taking huge, gasping breaths. Calista coughs and splutters and half rolls on the ground, her skirt totally twisted as she tries and fails to stand. She’s got to be furious right now.
Good.
Tucking myself away, I wipe the blood from my self-inflicted knife wound and crouch in front of her so I can push those bloody fingers into her mouth. “I’ll return the favor, Calista, but I’ll tell you what…” I look around, find the knife, and give it to her. “I’ll take the backpack. And you? Fucking run.”
She raises her head as I stand, and in the dark, her eyes glitter with anger. There’s a smear of blood and drool on her lips, some cum on her chin. She slashes the air with the knife, but I easily move away.
“If you don’t run… just know that I’m not done yet, so…”
“Bastard.”
And she gets up, half falling back to the ground. I stand in her way farther down the track she found in the jungle, and she runs back the way she came.
Grabbing her backpack, I take off after her.
I love this part of the game, where I’m partially satiated, where my prey isn’t sure if it’s real or not, isn’t sure she wants to play. It’s only happened a few times, going this deep with someone. Usually, hard rules are set up.
My game with Calista only has one. If she uses the word Code, I’ll stop. No matter what, I’ll stop. But if she doesn’t…
All bets are off.
I’m fed, but I want to be gluttonous, so I pursue her at a pace, speeding up when I want her to go hard, slowing when I feel like it. I block her at various turns until the light from the mission starts to filter in through the dark trees.
Then I pick up the pace.
I grab her at the edge of the jungle and shove her against a tree. Dipping my head, I bite her so hard on her throat she yelps and throws back her head. Then she reaches for my dick.
With the hand that holds the knife.
I take hold of her wrist and squeeze until she drops the weapon. Then I sink down, and holding her up, I lick up between her thighs and suck on her naked pussy. I alternate between nipping her plump lips and flicking her clit with my tongue. When I suck it hard, she shudders, moaning, and I can feel the pulsations of her orgasm against my mouth.
I’m not done. Fuck, I could lick and eat her all fucking night long.
“Smith…” she whispers, voice a little broken. And I wait, looking up. She sinks down. “I…”
We’re eye to eye and we stare at each other. Electric sparks flare between us.
She’s mine.
In this game of primal play, she’s fucking mine.
“Code?”
“What? Did I use it?” she snaps, shoving me. And because of how I’m crouching I lose my balance and she pounces.
She’s on top of me, her demanding fingers in my hair, mouth close to mine. And it doesn’t take much to free my cock and push into her.
Calista moans when I thrust hard into her pussy. “Yes…”
“I like when my prey fights, and you’re full of teeth and claws and twists and turns,” I say, flipping us so I’m on top of her, pulling out to drag her ass in the air so I can plunge back in. I push her face down into the dirt and she shudders.
“Only because you don’t do it right. Oh yess…” She shudders again and she’s so fucking tight and hot.
And slick.
So wet I can slide balls deep with each push. Her cunt parts for me, swallows me, and she feels so fucking good. As good as her mouth.
“Harder, Smith. Harder.”
“Bossy little prey.”
“Prick old-ass hunter.”
I just laugh and slam hard into her, grabbing her hips to piston in deep, so deep.
She comes again, her convulsions so strong they set me off. I collapse on her, our legs giving way, and we lie in the dirt and vegetation for I don’t even know how long. I don’t want to pull out of her. She’s warm and wet, and the tiny little spasms are a delicious tease on my now half-hard dick.
Christ. Calista isn’t my type. She’s too young, too mouthy, too full of secrets for a man like me. She’s too… compromised.
But damn if she isn’t the most phenomenal fuck I think I might have ever had.
The girl’s humping back into me, but it’s almost a subconscious thing. She’s letting me know I conquered her, that for now, she’s mine. It won’t last. Of course it won’t.
It’s in the nature of the game.
Right now I’ve won, I’ve brought her down, had my way, destroyed defenses, devoured her .
But creatures like her, the true prey I crave, are phoenixes. She’ll rise, stronger, with more fight. And she’ll go for the jugular again.
If I let it happen.
I do have an agenda, one I’m deviating from because of what I didn’t find on her computer. Because of the things she said about her mother. And because of that message on her phone.
Sure, I want the information she has about the weapon. I want to know if she found it or if her asset gave it to her. There’s a traitor somewhere. But that’s not my biggest priority. It’s a bonus to get that kind of intel.
I want to know what she has on the Collectors.
The research I found on her computer about the Collectors was basic, but it’s a start.
This girl has somehow uncovered information about too many classified things, and she claims she has no idea how they connect.
But someone does.
And one question burns my fucking brain.
What does the CIA really want with Calista Price?