by Via Mari
He strokes my hair, and then starts to move, grasping my nape and pulling me onto his cock. I’ve never given a blow job like this, a man taking what he wants, pulling me and my mouth onto his cock. At first, I struggle with the rhythm and the feel of him at the back of my throat. Once I relax, the impulse to gag disappears. I just feel him, hard and silky, stroking my mouth, and hear the sound of his groans above me as he drives his cock deeper, seeking his pleasure.
Intermittently he lets me rest, but only short times to catch a breath. “I want to come in your mouth, tell me if you don’t want me to, Princess,” Matt says.
Instead, I suck him hard, trying to take him in deeper, as he sends strand after strand of come deep into the back of my throat, and the way he shudders against me, holding me close, is an exhilarating rush. I suck and nuzzle him, cleaning all the way down his length and then back up again. I could do this forever, but he extracts himself from me and lifts me by the waist, placing me on the bed so I can see our reflections in the full-length mirror before spreading my legs obscenely wide. “Watch Princess,” Matt says as he begins to tease me with his tongue, barely touching at first, but then gently parting me with its warmth.
I moan and raise my hips, but he lifts his head, narrowing his steely grey eyes at me and depriving me of the warmth of his tongue. “We’ll go slow, but I want to control your pleasure. If you move, I’ll be forced to restrain you,” Matt says.
I moan at the thought, unable to control the movement of my hips as he licks me from center to clit. All too soon his tongue has left me, and his belt is wrapping around my wrists, pulling them above my head as he kisses my lips and then sucks back down my body, slow and leisurely, avoiding my mound, instead teasing around it and leaving me in a state of heated desire. He strokes down my thighs and calves with the warmth of his tongue, and I hear myself softly moan as he spreads my legs. The soft material wrapping around my ankle gives me pause and he senses my hesitation. I’ve never been fully restrained, at least voluntarily, and I tense with the knowledge that I will be completely vulnerable to him in this state.
“Don’t be afraid, Princess. I want to teach you how to let me pleasure you. If you don’t like it, tell me to stop,” Matt says, affixing my ankles to the footboard and kissing his way back up my body and calming me. He sucks each of my breasts, taking the tips into his mouth and then nipping them before moving down my body and settling between my legs as he keeps his hand splayed against my belly.
“Let’s start again, and this time you don’t move, otherwise I’ll spank your pussy instead of licking it,” Matt says, before his silky tongue runs over the most sensitive part of my body.
I am able to remain still by sheer will power and nothing more, wanting more than anything to arch into the warmth of his caress.
“Very good, now let’s see if you can stay still and let me take you over the edge,” Matt says, licking me from center to clit again. This time I do, but I can only grasp air with my hands as they are restrained, unable to move, away from the pleasure, and I’m forced to take it as he wants to give it. I moan, determined not to move, to do what he’s asked and let him pleasure me, but I am right on the edge and so needy.
“Matt, I’m so close,” I say, my head tossing from side to side, desperately trying not to raise my hips, but the need is too great and just when I think I’ll break, he sits up, leaving me bereft of his tongue, unties my ankles, lifts my legs above his shoulders, and sends his wrapped cock deep inside of me. He pulls my hips down urgently, rooting deep inside of me, hitting that spot over and over and over again until I am panting with desire. He rubs my clit and it makes me shudder with need. When he feels my body tighten, he drives deeper, making me clench and cry out as we grip each other tighter and tighter and our climax overtakes us.
* * *
I slowly awaken, glancing around the opulent bedroom of the Gulfstream, and pat the side next to me, empty. I turn to look out the windows of the plane on either side of the bed. The sky is dark and ablaze with stars. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite so magnificent. The door opens and disrupts my thoughts, and I turn to look.
“You’re awake! I thought you may be hungry and in the mood for breakfast food. We should be landing in a while,” Matt says, placing a tray of food and coffee onto the nightstand beside me. Something catches in my throat at the gesture. He’s looking at me like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead he picks up a piece of toast, butters it, and then smothers it in jam. I can’t help but smile when he lifts it to my lips. “Take a bite.”
I do, and it’s absolutely delicious. “The jam is amazing, all the little strawberry seeds are intact and all,” I say.
“Gaby, Chase’s housekeeper, more like everyone’s mom, makes it. Chase has a huge place by Lake Michigan, and they grow apples and have a huge farm. She and her staff put enough up for us to eat this stuff all year,” he says.
“Sasha said Brian and Chase give a lot to charity, and both are huge supporters of trying to get children adopted from the orphanages,” I say.
He nods. “Speaking of them … I talked with Jay, and we’re going to need to give Chase and Brian a report exactly at the 24-hour point after we reach Chicago,” he says, leaning over to wipe a crumb from the side of my lip.
Matt
The plane touches down in Chicago, right in the city where I live and the city where I first found her. If she was in the bar looking for these people, I already know who the sons of bitches are that are holding these people, but I don’t know how many, or what their process is, and that’s what we need to figure out, because I’m not looking just to get a few women out of trouble. I’m looking to destroy their whole fucking business.
I guide her out of the plane, and we are processed through customs efficiently with our security clearance. Fucking Jay has sent one of the armored limos. Cole walks in front of us down the ramp and holds the door open, raising his eyebrows at me. I shrug, no clue what the fuck is going on, but if Jay sent it to keep us safe, I’ll take it.
“Where to?” the driver says.
“Great, we’re going to my place,” I say, giving him my address. “Cole, you wanna let him know where you’re heading?” I say, pulling Marenah next to me in the back seat.
“Well, what I wish is that I was heading downtown to the club, but unfortunately someone has to protect your sorry ass,” he says.
“That’s not necessary, Cole. Seriously, we’ll be fine until I lay out a plan for tonight. I can call you later. Go blow off some steam,” I say, knowing he has the keys to the club and can call any girl he wants, and they’d be more than willing to meet him at the club at any time of the night.
“No can do. We stick together. Nate will join us later. You’d do the same for me, so quit being such a badass and tell me you have some of Gaby’s desserts in your freezer,” Cole says.
I nod, because Cole is anything but relentless, and a great friend. “Roger that. She’s put away enough of that stuff to last me a lifetime,” I say, knowing that with his sweet tooth, it may not last us that long.
“Excellent. We’ve got time to work on a plan and let it thaw,” Cole says as the driver makes his way across town, finally pulling up to the skyrise that I call home, on Michigan Avenue.
I roll my eyes, because Cole has no family but our team, and there’s no way I’m shaking him if he thinks we’re in trouble or that we need him. “Sounds good,” I say, guiding Marenah out of the car and toward the entrance, knowing that Cole isn’t far behind.
“Welcome back, Matt…” the doorman says, walking us toward the private elevator.
“Thanks! Good to be home,” I say to the man that holds vigilance at the door of the high-rise.
“Have a great day, sir. There’s been a stir of activity with the deliveries you’ve requested. Let us know if there’s anything else you need,” he says.
“Thanks Leo.
I’m sure everything will be fine.” We get into the elevator and I press in the password to my floor.
Marenah has been quiet the entire drive from the airport. If I were her, with an assignment to free the women and children, and then the assigned help just disappeared, I would be too. We’ve got a little more than twenty-four hours though, so we don’t have time to mess around.
As soon as we’re in the condo, I set my timer. “Alright, both of you set your phone timers so we’re in sync,” I say. “Marenah, I’m going to leave it up to you whether we bring Cole up to speed or not. All he or anyone on my team knows is that I need twenty-four hours to help you get women out of trouble. My team is willing to help, knowing women are in trouble, but we all work for Chase and Brian, and we don’t keep secrets from them. Especially when the people that we’re after could very well be the same group in direct conflict with our employer’s family.”
Cole looks around the place and whistles, never having been at my home in Chicago before. I hold back a smile because it wasn’t too long ago that I was in a completely different life and would have never imagined myself working for a legitimate company, doing right by people, and having the money to invest. I have done just that, and as Cole and Marenah take in my condo, I see that reflected in their eyes, and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.
We’re here to get a job done though, evidenced by the maps of the city that have been delivered in tubes and sit on my table. “Take a seat. I’ll put on some coffee, pull out some of Gaby’s desserts from the freezer for later, and then we’ll get to work,” I say, setting a pot of coffee to brew.
I’m waiting to see if Marenah is going to spill the story to Cole, but he isn’t waiting around for it. “You guys want to let me know who and what we’re going after? I know if we’re doing this off the grid, that it’s something you need to do, but it would sure be helpful in putting a plan together to bring out everyone safely,” Cole says.
Nothing he said isn’t how I would feel if I was sitting in his position, but it’s not my story to tell. He demanded to come with us, and I look to Marenah, hoping she’ll share the story about the women with him, knowing she’s torn by allegiance to some group, but not who, although I have a sneaking suspicion, and if I’m right, I have no fucking clue how Chase and Brian will react.
“Marenah, Cole can be trusted. He wouldn’t ever condone what’s happened, Princess. If you’re going to trust someone, trust him,” I say.
She contemplates for the smallest of moments, and I can see the very second she agrees, because her bright blue eyes spark with a fiery energy. Marenah glances at both of us and then pulls her knife out of her ankle sock, her gun out of her holster, and another out of her back pocket, laying them on the table. “Okay, I’ve shown you mine, now you need to show me yours,” Marenah says.
She would almost be adorable, except there’s something in her eyes, a glimpse of uncertainty in her otherwise confident stance. She wants to know where everyone’s weapons are, yet she hasn’t come clean, and it gives me a moment of very real pause.
I glance around the table, at both her and Cole. If she’s holding back there’s a reason, either she doesn’t trust or she’s going to make a play, but I and my team live by protocol.
“Alright Princess, we’ll play your way,” I say, hitting Cole’s contact on my phone. He’s on silent, which is also a protocol. It’s clear to me exactly when he’s read the SOS message by the “what the fuck” look he gives me over the table.
She knew I watched her gear up, so if she’s still packing, it must have already been in place. Her eyes capture mine and she doesn’t give an inch, still watching us. She’s looking at me like she’s just put her life in my hands, and shit, maybe she has.
If this has to play out in front of Cole, so fucking be it. I slip my Glock out of its holster and lay it on the table, and reach down and pull the smaller issue from my calf holster and put that beside it. I slide my hands in my pockets and place the pocket knife with a multitude of deadly gadgets onto the table last. “That’s it Princess.”
“Okay, I’ve given over almost all my weapons, except for one. Anyone want to guess where it is?” Marenah says, giving me a toss of her bright blonde hair and a wink of her blue eyes.
Cole’s eyes flash his surprise and he glances over at me, and then to her.
Fuck, she’s hot, but goddamn dangerous. I don’t know where this is going, but I’ve seen the way she handles herself, and those dainty little hands and feet of hers are fucking lethal.
“Nope, not until you give over your last weapon. You would be a formidable opponent without weapons, but with them, I’m scared you would take Cole out,” I say, trying hard not to laugh at his look of amusement as we battle to get this resolved or her look of surprise that I’ve called her out.
She looks back and forth, surveying us, pensive and contemplating. I will help those women and children, but it’s clear she’s holding back, from fear or trust or something, but it ends right now. We’re in this together or not at all, because with or without her, I am going after the network that has managed to get a foothold in my city, of that there is no doubt. The only thing left to determine is if she will be going with me or not.
I take the lid from the long tubular waterproof sleeves the delivery service had brought over and start pulling out the maps and rolling them onto the table. The entire city and the docks along the lake are all blown up and numbered, just liked I’ve asked. The intel I’ve received has identified four potential areas, and I pull out a compass and circle those all with a red colored pencil.
I look up at her after a few moments, giving her what I feel should be enough time to answer, and just when I’ve reached my limit, she stands. “I just need a few moments,” she says before walking right past me and opening and closing the door that leads out to the balcony.
“What the fuck? Cole says.
“Give me a minute,” I say, knowing this is going to get resolved right the fuck now, because whatever is wrong has made her hands tremble. I saw it when she walked by and my princess is fearless, but she is running scared right now.
Marenah
I inhale deeply, trying to calm myself, but that equipment, all of it, it’s all the same as standard issue. His earpieces, his two-way and most definitely his weapons. The survivor in me is doing the math, and something doesn’t add up, but Matt has been completely trustworthy, and Cole has even put his life on the line to save us. They’re both telling me what I want to hear, that someone will help me free those people, but Matt is wearing the enemy’s electronic equipment and has just circled two of the drop sites, and I’ve seen what these men are capable of. I can’t help wondering if I am having an affair with an extremely deadly enemy.
“I just need a few moments,” I say, walking toward a door that leads me out onto the balcony, seemingly miles high above the city of Chicago.
I’m looking down over Lake Michigan Drive, watching the water taxis that make their way down the river, through the city far, far below when I hear the sliding of the patio door and feel him move in behind me. “What are you watching, and what does my team need to be prepared for?” Matt asks, whispering in my ear, pulling my body against his own and stroking my nape.
“The women we’re after were transported in trucks, but just looking at the taxis down below, any vehicle that moves could be used as a means of transportation. How do we stop this?” Marenah says.
“You stop this by telling me and my team exactly what we need to know,” Matt says, pulling me tighter against his hardened member, kissing along my nape. “I hate to break this to you, but it’s going to take every bit of manpower we have to get those people out of this situation, and if we can’t trust each other and be ready to go when we get the word, they could slip right out of the country.”
My entire body goes rigid with the thought that those innocents could alre
ady be long gone and we’ll never get them back. He knows this, because he’s lost someone special, too. I don’t know who he works for, but at this very point, I do know that my life is worth giving up if it can save the lives of all of those people and bring down those that are in charge. I turn in Matt’s arms. “If that’s the case, we need to move fast, because the faces of the women and children I saw will haunt me for the rest of my life if we don’t save them, regardless of what happens to me.”
He lifts my chin, so I have no other choice than to look at him. “Marenah, we’ll do everything that we can to help these people, but you need to give us something here. I want your trust, Princess,” Matt says, stroking my lower lip.
I think about all that we’ve been through together and all that he has done for a few moments. “Matt, you said you liked my hair once. If you run your hands through it, you’re going to find the last of my weapons. Take it, and then let’s go and develop a plan to free those people,” I say.
He grasps my face, running his hands down my cheeks, kissing my lips gently, and then lets one hand trail to stroke my nape, encircling it with the span of his hand. I know I should be scared, but I’m not. If he meant me harm, he’s had plenty of chances and could’ve overpowered me at the drop of a hat.
Matt’s steely grey eyes go smoky, and he slides his other hand along my shoulder, inching up so that both hands are caressing my nape, before he sucks and then whispers into the sensitive flesh of my ear as he slides his hands over my head and pulls the clasp from my hair. He looks down at it, and his lips twist with confusion as he turns the barrette in his hands, but smiles when he pulls both ends apart and the razor sharp two-inch-long knives gleam.
“Holy shit, you don’t mess around, do you, Princess?”
My hands crawl up his muscular arms and make their way to his neck. “Not when people’s lives are at jeopardy,” I say, lifting on my toes and placing my lips onto his, watching as his eyes dilate, which must be a mirror image of my own. He captures my lips before sliding my clip back into place in my hair.
