ArousingMemories

by Samantha Cayto

  Her head moved from side to side and her whole body became restless. He knew he was having the desired effect on them both. His cock strained against his jeans, rigid from his simple ministrations to the woman beneath him. A strong urge welled up inside him to part her legs and plunge inside what he knew would be a welcoming pussy. He beat it back. This was for Haley. She deserved the pampering, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it himself. Slow and gentle was the way to go. He was going to build her to a frenzied peak.

  Noah wasted no more thoughts on what he was going to do, and got back to doing it. Straddling Haley’s body, he was careful not to touch her with anything more than his mouth. He picked up where he’d left off, giving her chaste kisses down her neck. When he reached her shoulder, he allowed himself a little bite, just enough to make her gasp. She moaned when he chased the hurt away with a lick. Her body rose up to rub against his. With effort, he arched his back to keep them from touching. He ignored his hardened cock’s loud protest.

  He could see her nipples jutting out. His mouth watered. He needed to get rid of the fabric standing in his way. Not trusting his teeth to be gentle, he lifted his hands to help. His palms rasped against those inviting breasts as he worked the buttons, and he couldn’t resist clasping the plump globes once the shirt was gone. Her bra was plain white, yet flimsy. The heat of her flesh came through it. Haley moaned once more and pressed into his hands as a reward for his forwardness. Noah grinned at how aroused she was already, but put his hands back on the grass before swooping down with his mouth again. His lips latched on to one of the hard nubs through the bra and sucked.

  “Unh!” Haley bucked against his mouth, yet kept her hands down as ordered. When Noah glanced up to check, he saw her fingers were clenched in tight balls, however. He smiled inwardly while laving her nipple with lazy circles. He hadn’t relaxed her yet, but that would come.

  He took his time with her lovely breasts, showing each excited point how much he appreciated it. Eventually though he made his way down her exposed belly. His tongue lapped and his lips nibbled her taut skin until he hit the waist of her skirt. Time to shift direction. Wiggling down her body, he stopped when he straddled her knees. Her choice of wearing a skirt made things very convenient. He slid his hands up her outer thighs, bringing the filmy material up with them. He stopped when he could see the junction between her legs and gazed for long moments at the spot waiting for him. The crotch of the white panties was already wet from her juices. The sight beckoned him to slide into the moist heat.

  Noah bit his lower lip to keep from groaning, and ignoring the impulse to plant his mouth and gorge to his own delight, he circled the soft, creamy skin of the thighs with his fingers. With each pass, he moved his hands farther up, trying to keep his touch as light as possible. Haley’s breathing quickened and her legs parted more in silent invitation. He ignored it. No need to rush, after all. When his thumbs reached the edge of her panties, he slipped them underneath the material. Her labia were plump and wet and waiting for him. He imagined he could make this woman come right now simply by gliding his touch over her clit, but where would be the fun in that? Then again, maybe it would be great fun to make her come now and make her come again and again.

  The power was enticing. Suddenly he wanted to do just that, make Haley come. He pressed one thumb more firmly into her slick folds and found her clit. He rubbed it in a circle, hard and fast, and knew a moment of triumph when Haley arched her back on a stifled cry. Her whole body spasmed in a wave of climax, and her legs closed against his hands. He didn’t stop rubbing her clit until she stopped moving. Finally she went limp. Her eyes opened to slits and she gazed at him with a satisfied smile.

  “Come inside me, Noah?” she invited in a breathless voice.

  He merely shook his head and held her gaze as he pulled her panties down. With measured movements, he tugged first one leg and then the other free from the garment before settling once more across her. Her mons with its shock of dark curly hair lay bare to him. Her skin glistened from her cum, and it beckoned him forward. Clasping her hips with his hands, he lowered his head until his face was mere inches from his target. His tongue darted out and frenched her slit with short strokes and long ones. He could taste her arousal and her sensitive nub was still swollen from his earlier touch.

  Haley bucked against his mouth and moaned. He took the hint and pressing into the folds, latched on to her clit with his mouth. He sucked on it as he would a cock, using tongue and lips to coax another climax. The legs he held rose up and clamped his head in a viselike grip. It was getting hard to hold this woman down, her body was jerking too much. She was close to coming again. And then she did, harder than the first time. He held on tight, riding her waves of climax, ignoring the fingers that gripped his hair and tugged up even while her legs held him in place. Only when her movements quieted did he release her and look up.

  Her fingers slid from his hair, and she didn’t open her eyes this time as she lay spent on the ground. But she spoke. “Now, Noah,” she commanded.

  He obeyed. Jerking up to his knees, he unfastened his jeans and pushed them down far enough to free his aching cock. It, too, was wet. It jerked in his hands, demanding its due. He bent Haley’s legs up and lowered himself between them. He thrust his cock into her waiting pussy and let the groan of pleasure escape his lips. As soon as he was buried deep within her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. He lay over her and claimed her mouth once more in a kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth in a move to rival his other penetration. She met him head-on, urging him to take her hard and fast in both places. Their moans blended together in a chorus of pleasure.

  Their bodies moved in sync, pushing his cock in and out of her grasping pussy. Noah’s climax erupted all too soon, and as he let loose his hot semen inside her warm core, Haley spasmed in yet another release. She cried into his mouth, and she clamped hard onto his thrusting cock. Her fingers dug into his shoulder, her heels dug into his back. His own fingers clenched the blanket until he was spent. When they were both quiet, only their harsh breathing left, he slid out and lay beside her. Her eyes were closed, her body limp, her face relaxed.

  Noah smiled in satisfaction and closed his own eyes to rest.

  Chapter Seven

  Haley had spent the afternoon getting laid. Those were Sev’s first thoughts when he saw her hurrying down the hallway. The idea of it pissed him off, and the fact that it pissed him off pissed him off even more. It shouldn’t matter to him who she banged, yet it did. For God’s sake, why had he sent her back into Noah’s arms if he was only going to resent the idea of it later? What a hopeless tangle it all was, and most importantly, it was an unneeded distraction given that hundreds of casualties could erupt in less than forty-eight hours. The thought brought him back to why Haley was racing toward him. He had called her, although he doubted he had anything really useful for them.

  “Where are they?” she demanded as soon as she was within a few feet.

  Sev jerked his head to the right. “In there, but I have to tell you this smells like a big fat nothing to me.”

  “You don’t jump at shadows, Sev,” she replied, stopping in front of him. “Well, not very often anyway.”

  He knew she was thinking of the previous night, when he had shot the creep at the warehouse instead of taking the risk with Haley’s life by trying to capture the guy alive. “You can poke at me from now until the end of time about putting down the rabid dog taking aim at you, sugar. I’m not going to apologize for it. The asshole was nothing anyway, a wannabe, too stupid and unstable even for the Sons.” Identification of the body had been swift, given the long rap sheet of its owner.

  Haley blew out a breath. “I know. He was there to curry favor in some way only his crazy mind would understand, but he still may have had information we could have used.”

  Sev held his ground, held her gaze, refusing to regret being cautious with her life. She broke the stare first.

 
“Never mind about last night. Let’s concentrate on the two live ones we have. Beggars can’t be choosers. These guys you hauled in were acting suspiciously and that’s exactly what we’ve had people out in the field looking for.”

  “Yeah,” he agreed. He rubbed his chin while looking down in thought. It was still hard to look her in the eye for some reason. “The lab has the gizmo they were attaching to the Hatch Shell. Hard to say what it is, although it looks like a container for a bomb. And there was a small amount of explosives, too. On the other hand, their IDs check out. They’re students at Cambridge Tech.”

  “Makes sense. Given that the Sons are homegrown, I’d expect some of their members are corn-fed student types.” She blew out a breath. “Let’s have a look at them.”

  He stood aside to let her pass him. She opened the door to the conference room where he had stashed the two boys they had grabbed off the Esplanade. While that particular area of Boston had nothing to do with the Revolution, the Boston Pops always played a big concert there for the Fourth. A bomb would take out hundreds for sure. Sev suppressed a shudder at the thought and followed Haley inside the room. The two kids still had sullen looks on their faces, although he was pleased to see a little more fear mixed in there as well. At the sight of Haley, the mouthier of the two started in.

  “Are you in charge here?” he demanded, standing up.

  The operative baby-sitting them gripped the kid’s shoulder with his beefy hand. “Sit down!” he ordered.

  Haley nodded at her man. “Thank you. You can go.”

  “Yes ma’am.” The guy rolled his eyes at Sev as he left the room. Sev understood the gesture. Terrorists or not, these two boys were a pain in the ass. Either they were hard-core believers or too pampered to realize how much trouble they were in.

  Haley stood on the other side of the table from the kids, arms crossed, legs braced apart. She stared at them until they squirmed, and Sev’s mood picked up. This was going to be good. He had trained this woman and it pumped him up knowing she was a real ballbuster when it came to the bad guys. Still, this shaggy-haired pair in their Goth clothes didn’t ring the bell for him. He couldn’t picture them as terrorists. After a few long minutes of silence, the more aggressive of the two cracked.

  “What?” he demanded of Haley. “What are you staring at?”

  “Hmm,” Haley replied in a contemplative fashion. “I’m not sure. Either I’m staring at a couple of dopes or a couple of terrorists.”

  “Terrorists!” the other kid squeaked. Up until now he had let his friend do all the talking. “We’re not terrorists,” he added vehemently.

  “Jesus, Craig,” the first boy said with disgust. “She doesn’t think we’re terrorists. She’s busting our chops. Man, you are a dope,” he added with a shake of his head. He looked at Haley and sneered. “I want my lawyer.”

  “Oh, sorry,” she said and made a mockingly sad face. “No lawyers here, are there?” she asked, turning to Sev.

  “No ma’am,” he replied, taking his cue from her and giving his voice the same tone of regret.

  “Bullshit! I know my rights.” The kid tried to stand up again, then thought better of it when Sev growled.

  “Oh, your rights.” Hands clasped behind her back, Haley paced the length of the room. “Let’s talk about your rights. Do you have a right to plant a bomb on the Hatch Shell and detonate it when thousands of people are listening to the Pops concert?”

  “A bomb? Oh, man,” the quieter boy found his voice again. He turned to his companion. “I told you this was a boneheaded move, Dillon. I told you other guys had gotten into trouble for doing shit like this. But no, you said it would be cool, that we’d get an A for our chem project if we hung fireworks on the Hatch Shell. You said everyone would get that it was just a gag. You said.”

  “I know what I said!” the mouthy one, Dillon, exploded. “Be cool, man, she’s just jerking our chain.”

  Haley had stopped her pacing and now placing her hands square on the table, leaned into the boys. “Oh, I’m going to jerk your chain all the way to federal prison.”

  Craig looked like he was about to shit his pants, and even Dillon the smart-mouth was starting to sweat. “Please, ma’am,” Craig pleaded. “I swear it was all a prank. There’s not enough explosives in our project to hurt anyone. It was only going to set off a few sparklers and make an American flag pop out. That’s all. Honest. You must have a lab or something that can tell, right?” His gaze was darting from Haley to Sev. The fear was real enough, and Sev was pretty sure at this point they were what they appeared to be, two kids with far fewer brain cells than they knew. He waited, though, to see how Haley was going to play it. This was her op and he respected her enough to play second fiddle as ordered.

  Haley didn’t answer. She continued to stare down the pair until they both lowered their heads. Craig looked like he was starting to cry and Dillon was chewing on his lower lip in obvious fear. Finally, she stood up. “Yeah,” she drawled out. “We have labs. We’re checking your little science project. If it’s what you say it is, all you have to worry about is state charges for illegal fireworks, disturbing the peace, that sort of thing. You probably won’t have much in the way of jail time,” she tossed in as she left the room.

  “Oh, shit!” Craig said, and it was clear now he was crying. Dillon, however, shot Sev a dirty look.

  “Stay!” He barked out the order and followed Haley into the hall. The other operative rolled his eyes once more as he went back in to resume his babysitting duties.

  Leaning against the wall, Haley looked pissed. “Stupid little fuckers,” she fumed.

  “You can say that again. Sorry I pulled you in for nothing.” Sorry I took you away from Noah’s arms, he thought, except he wasn’t sorry. Not really. He much preferred her being with him even if all they were doing was talking. And wasn’t that too pathetic? He had thought he’d gotten over her, but he had been wrong. Now that they were working together again, he couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He loved her still, and the fear he had developed for her wasn’t so bad when he was there to keep an eye on her. But there was no way to go back and pick up the pieces of their relationship even if she were willing. And wasn’t that a big if? The truth was when this op was over, it would be back to them leading separate ops and his fear for her was going to make him go all caveman on her again. It was hopeless.

  “It’s okay,” she replied with a weary eye roll. “I wasn’t doing anything productive anyway.”

  “You were with Noah,” he pointed out, pleased at how casual his tone of voice was.

  “For all the good it’s doing. He asked me to tell him more about who he is and what he was doing when he lost his memories. I told him some things. I didn’t tell him about Jill.”

  “Probably for the best. He might not be able to handle it at this point.”

  “I suppose, although if we don’t take chances, he won’t get them back in time.” She stared at him, lips pursed, eyes flinty. He knew that look. She wasn’t happy. “You should go check in on him.”

  Ah, that was it. She was pushing him at Noah in the hopes he would succeed where she had failed. She didn’t like it, though. It bothered her. Question was why? Was it the competition which had always been a part of their relationship, or was it jealousy? If the latter, what was she jealous of, his being with Noah or Noah being with him? He liked the second possibility more. He wanted to believe Haley didn’t like someone else fucking him. He wanted to believe she still loved him the way he loved her.

  Dream on. If he really thought that, he was an even bigger dope than “Dumb” and “Dumber” inside the conference room. Still, if he couldn’t have Haley, then he may as well go seduce the guy. He did like him and he was worried about him. Maybe he could still succeed where Haley had failed. Part of him liked the idea of besting her, and part of him was disgusted with himself for it.

  And yet he nodded at the suggestion. “Okay. You going to wait for the lab results?”

  Sh
e turned her head away from him and nodded. “Yes, and when we get confirmation it was just a hoax, I’ll send them over to the Boston P.D. Good luck,” she added, the words sounding forced. “Good luck with Noah.”

  Sev didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing. He turned and walked away.

  * * * * *

  He found Noah in his bedroom, but now there was a television with a cable box. The other man was sitting up in bed in his boxer shorts and nothing else, pressing the remote. Sev knocked once before pushing the half-open door all the way and stepping inside. Noah looked up at the sound and smiled.

  “Hey, Sev. Come on in.”

  Sev shut the door behind him and approached the bed. The sight of the younger man in so few clothes made Sev think about stripping them all off. His cock liked the idea as well. He didn’t pounce right away, though. Something in Noah’s eyes checked the impulse. “How’s it going?” he asked instead.

  “Hmm,” Noah replied and clicked the set off. “Haley arranged for the television, but I’m sorry I asked for it. All I see are news reports about the Fourth celebrations and that only serves to remind me how totally useless I am right now.”

  “Hey,” Sev started to say.

  “No.” Noah cut him off with an angry jerk of his head. “Don’t try to tell me otherwise. Please,” he added with a fierce look. Sev could see the misery in the man’s eyes, and it made him want to climb into bed and hold Noah tight. He wanted to ease his hurt, but realized denying the truth wouldn’t help.