Chapter 9
Jed
I’m hanging on by a fucking thread.
So good. Teasing, kittenish strokes of her tongue along my aching cock. Sweet torture. I never want it to end. It should’ve never even begun, goddamnit.
So stupid, to bring the blonde bombshell to my safehouse, but what the fuck else could I do with her?
I couldn’t leave her to be eaten alive by Boer and his goons.
She was like a grenade that had been thrown into my path.
And for some reason, she appeared to genuinely want this from me, in spite of the violence, in spite of the blood.
I was a goddamn monster, as far as she knew. She’d seen me kill.
She sucked me in with diabolical skill, getting into the rhythm of it.
Sliding her hands with that swiveling twist, sucking me deep into her throat, swirling with her tongue as my shaft slid out, hot and tight and clinging…
oh God…I clasped my hands over hers, freezing her into stillness. Breathing it down.
Her eyes flicked up, questioning.
“I’m just not ready for it to be over yet,” I said, by way of explanation.
She smiled with her eyes and got right back to it.
It was like a fever dream. The prettiest woman I’d ever seen, naked and glowing in the ugly little cabin. On her knees, eyes closed, sucking on my cock.
How in the fuck did we get from there to here? The whole thing was as irresistible as it was completely wrong. A girl like Sandee was so vulnerable, so needy and confused. Any righteous guy with a functioning conscience and a moral compass would back away slowly, raging hard-on and all.
But I hadn’t been within shouting distance of my conscience or my moral compass in a very long time.
And oh my God, those full, gleaming, rosy lips, clasping me.
Those plump, pointy tits. Lush hips, round ass.
Strong, smooth, graceful thighs. And her skin, so fine-grained and satiny-smooth.
It had some angry red marks from the fight outside the hotel.
I stroked them gently, wishing I could heal them with a touch.
My fingers wound into her hair as she sucked me deep, pulling hard.
Cupping my balls, making soft, eager, welcoming sounds in her throat.
Pulling on my ass, inviting me to fuck her face.
So good. Best I’d ever felt or imagined.
We were alone in the dark outside rules or limits, and I was taking what she offered. Hard, and repeatedly.
Being mistaken for a monster was the perfect vibe right now. Sandee might be damaged, but I had her beat by a mile. I’d forged myself into a death machine these last few months. No one had touched me, except in violence, for so long, I barely felt human anymore.
But Sandee’s hot mouth working my dick…it made me feel like a god.
I just hoped when it came time to fuck her that I would have enough self-control to make her come. Already, the thundering energy inside me was picking up momentum as the world shook apart, and huge pleasure demolished me.
After some time, I remembered who and where I was again. Insofar as anyone could. Being undercover made you realize how totally relative it all was. Just mind-fuck games. Random mask-switching. One was hardly less real than another.
More to the point, I remembered who I was pretending to be. James Craig, dirt-mean asshole, murderer, opportunist. And currently the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on earth.
Sandee still clutched my thighs, her strong fingers digging into my legs. She leaned back, letting my dick slide from her mouth, stiff as ever. She wiped her mouth, and gave him a wondering look. “Um, wow,” she murmured. “You’re still, ah…”
“Hard,” I supplied. “Yeah. You’ve barely made a dent.” I reached down, grabbing her hands. I hoisted her to her feet.
She backed away, looking shy. “One second,” she said. “Let me just…”
She pushed past me into the bathroom and bent over the sink.
I followed her in as she rinsed her mouth and splashed her face, not because I chose to, more like some huge force was dragging me, like a tow chain.
I crowded her up to the sink, spun her around, pulled her against me, into a hot, ravenous kiss.
As if I was drowning, and she was the last breath of air in the universe.
Her soft, tender lips, her wet face, were the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
Her shy, tender tongue retreated from mine at first, intimidated, but after a few slow, coaxing kisses, it was ready to come out and play, dancing with me.
Her tits were pressed against my chest. I lifted her up, opening her legs.
I’ve never seen such a cock-teasing outfit.
Red high-heeled boots, that silk thong. A little gold locket.
I wanted to just mount up and plunge in, but no. Slow…the fuck…down.
I have to keep myself in check. She’s at a huge disadvantage. She’s tall and strong-looking, but I’m almost twice her size. I can’t just leap on her like a bull.
So I just kept kissing her breath away, her thoughts, her fears. When I leaned back for air, I took the opportunity to admire the party-girl smeared mascara. The look of a girl who’d drunk too much and was about to make some really bad choices.
All I could do at this point was try to make those choices worth her while.
I pushed her back against the wall. The shock of the cold wall tiles made her gasp.
I slid my hands down slowly, squeezing, stroking, to feel every inch of her luscious curves, every detail.
The deep, sexy dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the smooth globes of her perfect ass.
I wanted to push aside the thong, reach lower.
Feel those sweet, slick, secret female folds, that hot opening, yielding to my probing fingers.
Put on the brakes, dickhead. Not yet. Go slow. Go easy.
I pressed my face against her neck, her hair. I had to insert some self-control into the proceedings while still playing a believably murderous monster. It was a paradox.
I took a step back and grabbed the sink. Just to remind myself which way gravity was supposed to exert its force, because the only pull I felt was toward Sandee. “You want more?” I asked. As if I could have stopped if she said no.
Sandee licked her full, gleaming pink lips, and nodded.
“Then come for me,” I said, improvising. “Show me you mean it.”
“For real?” she asked, bewildered. “What do you mean? What I just did wasn’t enough of a declaration to suit you? Dude, come on! What more do you want?”
I took the impulse, and ran with it. “Touch yourself. I want to watch you come.”
Her eyes were startled. “Um, this is the thing. I can’t do that on demand. It doesn’t work that way. It’s, ah…kind of mysterious. It happens, or it doesn’t.”
I made my voice cold and pitiless. “It’s not rocket science. Put your hand on your clit and rub one out for me. That’s the entry fee to this particular funhouse.”
She caught her luscious lower lip between her teeth, her eyes worried.
“I want to see what you look like when you come,” I told her. “The sounds you make. Your fingers all shiny from your lube. I want you to hold your pussy lips open so I can see everything. I want to suck the lube off your fingers. And then we’ll see.”
She blushed, eyes dilating until her irises were huge. Frozen in place. I had to get her moving. “Put your foot up onto the bathtub,” I said. “Show me what you got.”
Sandee straightened. Her blush had expanded down her chest. She lifted her foot, perching the high-heeled boot on the edge of the bathtub.
And whatever sexy bullshit I was about to spout just stuck right there in my throat as she slid her hand down, slowly over her breast, her belly, and lower. Down to that little decorative puff of dark blonde hair right over her clit.
She leaned back with a soft, shuddering sigh, almost a moan, spreading her pussy lips.
I shifted out of the light so I could see that tantalizing glimpse of her beautiful, pink and crimson folds, like a tight furled flower.
Wet and glowing. She lifted the hood of her clit, let me look.
Pink, taut, gleaming, perfect. I wanted to taste it.
“Beautiful,” I muttered. “Later, I’m going to suck on your clit until you scream.”
That seemed to be the safest vibe. Harsh and aggressive verbally, but letting her make all the actual physical moves. I’d keep it going that way as long as I could play it.
Sandee trembled violently, gasping for breath as she touched herself. Caressing her pussy lips, then her clit with her gleaming fingers. Sliding in, out, around. In, out, around. That slow, sensual pulsing rhythm had my whole body thrumming with lust.
She gasped for breath, eyes closed. “Oh God,” she quavered. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”
“Not yet.” I followed that impulse again. “Not until I say. Like your fantasy. Remember what you said at the prison? You don’t come until I say you can come.”
She looked distressed. “But you told me to…but…but it’s killing me.” Her voice vibrated. “I can’t help it. I can’t control it. I don’t know how.”
“So learn,” I said. “You’re doing great. You’re a goddamn champion. Just be good. Just a little bit longer. You can do it. Come on…come on. So close…oh, yeah.”
She was making soft, helpless whimpering sounds that almost got me off right there.
I shifted closer to admire every detail of her hands down there, working her beautiful pink pussy.
Close enough to feel her hot, panting breaths against my skin.
See the startled look in her eyes as the pleasure started to crest.
Yes. I seized one of her hands, lube gleaming on her fingers, and slid my own hand between her legs. “Good,” I murmured into her ear. “Now.”
As I spoke, I thrust two fingers up into her tight little hole, and sucked her wet fingers into my mouth. Her hot, sweet female taste almost made me come in my pants.