by Bella Juarez
“What about you?” Irene asked quietly.
“Do you want me naked, sugar?” JJ laid a kiss on her belly. Irene nodded. He stood and took off his clothes. “You’re not done yet,” he teased as he unhooked her bra.
JJ slid the straps from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Irene slid her panties down her legs. He reached for her and they shared a long passionate kiss skin to skin. She ran her hands over his back and arms. He put his hand to the back of her neck and forced her throat forward into his mouth, nipping her throat.
“Let’s play, sugar,” JJ whispered against her throat, leading Irene to bed.
They lay together kissing and clutching each other. JJ would tease Irene with his fingers as he lightly ran them over her body. He wouldn’t quite touch her nipples or pussy outright. He broke away slightly and looked at her as little breathy moans escaped her. She opened her eyes, waiting.
“What would you like to try that you’ve always wanted to do?” JJ whispered. Irene hesitated as she looked down. He lifted her chin and made her look at him. She looked uncertain and a little uncomfortable. “Tell me, sugar,” he urged softly.
“What you do to me sometimes…” Irene started.
“What’s that, baby?” JJ asked. Irene hesitated again. He knew he’d have to guess and say it for her. “Tell me a secret. What do I do that you want to try?” he encouraged.
“James…” Irene said, pulling back.
JJ stopped her, pulling her back to him. “What is it, sugar? Tell me. I won’t say no,” he said with a kiss.
“I don’t know how…” Irene started shyly.
Something I’ve done to her but she hasn’t done to me? Sex was a pretty give-and-take thing. If he did it she was a participant. His mind clicked. Oh, sugar! God I hope I’m right! He thought he knew the answer to her riddle as he lifted his finger to her lips and ran it over her bottom lip softly. It was a little swollen from all the kissing.
“Do you want to kiss me somewhere you haven’t yet?” JJ whispered as he continued stroking her bottom lip.
Irene nodded. “I’ve never done anything like that before. I don’t know how to start.”
JJ thought he might come without even making contact with Irene. The thought of her lips wrapped around his cock almost made his dick split open. He got a little dizzy at the thoughts running through his head. This sweet, innocent lady wanted to suck his cock and wanted lessons! He inhaled deeply, attempting to gain some composure. Am I dreaming? He would need every second of his professional training to steel himself against the torture he was about to endure. He lifted his finger slightly and ran it over both of Irene’s lips. Fuck, I’m going to kill myself with this trick.
“Lick my finger, sugar,” JJ whispered.
Irene closed her eyes and ran her tongue over JJ’s finger. She took her time sliding her tongue up and down. He took a deep breath. The record rush of blood from his head to his dick almost made him pass out. It was the hottest thing he had ever experienced. He was reconsidering this whole thing. She was liable to kill him with a heart attack if she worked her way down to his cock. He wasn’t a young man anymore.
“Mmmm, that’s it, sugar,” JJ said as she licked the tip of his finger. “Right at the tip…” he directed her movements. JJ’s cock jumped at the sensation. He growled at the thought of her tongue licking the head of his cock. “Take it in your mouth,” he ordered without thinking. Irene took his finger in her mouth and moved it in and out. She opened her eyes and looked at him for encouragement. “That’s all it takes, sugar.”
Irene released his finger and kissed the tip. “Can I try…”
Does she think I’ll say no? JJ’s lust-hazed mind was almost delusional. He needed to get a grip on his senses because he was hanging by a thread. If something didn’t happen to relieve his sexual tension, he would end up fucking her like a crazy man. He took another breath. “Only if you want to, sugar,” he said as calmly as he could.
Irene gently pushed him onto his back. He melted into the sheets as she kissed her way down his body. He groaned as her tongue run over his nipples, making him shiver. His cock lurched in anticipation as she worked down his sculpted belly. Irene touched his cock and he grabbed the sheets. He kept going elsewhere in his mind. In the distance he could hear himself groan. His heart was racing and his breathing had become jagged.
JJ squeezed his eyes shut, telling himself not to look down as Irene licked his cock from base to tip. She took her time working his cock with her tongue just as she had his finger. His entire body tensed as she took him in her mouth and started to move up and down, fucking him with her mouth.
Don’t look down! Don’t look down! Shit! I looked down! JJ couldn’t resist the temptation. Her lips wrapped around his cock was an extremely erotic picture as she started fucking him with her mouth. He glanced down and saw Irene’s eyes open, looking at him, studying his reaction. This was the most intense blow job he had ever experienced. He couldn’t hold back the words that slipped from him.
“Fuck, baby! You’re driving me crazy!” JJ growled as he threw back his head.
* * * *
Irene was very uncertain of her moves as she worked her way down James’s body. She kissed and licked him like he did her when he worked his way down to her pussy. He tensed several times and she wondered if she was doing something incorrectly. She watched him, looking for any sign that she should stop immediately because she was doing something wrong.
Irene took his cock in her hand and stroked. She watched as James grabbed the sheets. She licked up and down his cock just the way he had shown her on his finger. His cock jumped when her tongue made contact with his shaft. James’s guttural groaning let her know she was on the right track. His body tensed and she looked up at him, concerned, as she moved his cock in and out of her mouth. James looked at her and his expression confused her. It was a mixture of aggression and lust.
“Fuck, baby! You’re driving me crazy!” James growled as he threw back his head.
Irene was relieved. He was enjoying her attempts at pleasing him the way he did her. She relaxed as she became aroused. He groaned like a dying man when she ran her fingers over his balls. She increased her tempo, pausing every now and then to lick up and down his hard cock. As he watched her, Irene felt a sense of power. She teased a little more and would watch his reaction to her licking and tasting. He was in sweet agony. She could taste his salty pre-cum and knew his control was slipping away.
“Sugar…You need to stop,” James said breathlessly. He reached down and pulled her on top of him. She rubbed her pussy over his already-wet cock. “Irene! You’re killing me! Fuck me now!” He grabbed her ass and slammed her down on his cock.
James was unforgiving as he moved Irene’s ass up and down. He leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth. She threw her head back and moaned at the rough fucking and suckling he was engaging in. She loved his wild nature. Sex was a primal demonstration of raw feelings in her mind, and this was the way it should be, giving and taking with nothing held back.
James always seemed to hit the right spot deep inside her pussy. The first indications of her climax shimmied through her thighs as he ground into her. She gripped his arms as she moved herself over his cock. The muscles in her body locked as she shoved down and squeezed her legs around him. Her nerves seemed to snap as she shook over his hips. Her pussy clenched around his cock and squeezed.
“Damn it! Baby!” James cried out.
“James…” Irene moaned.
Irene wiggled over his cock, driving it deeper as a wave hit her again. She arched her back and screamed. He was meeting her grinding with his own intense pounding. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as he forced her into the position he wanted. The intensity of her climax waned. James released the powerful grip on her as he came down from his peak. He pulled her down to his chest and held her for a long time. She listened to his heart beating as they lay still. Irene realized she was looking at the lights of downtow
n Austin as they shone through the blinds, casting a dim light into the room while they lay holding each other.
“How was it?” Irene finally asked.
James let out a sensual laugh. “You couldn’t tell?”
“Did I do okay?”
“I’d say you’re a natural, sugar, but that might be insulting you,” James said, kissing Irene.
Irene slid next to him and turned around. James pulled her close, spooning her and kissing her shoulder as he adjusted a pillow. She fell asleep quickly. She woke up alone and looked at the clock. She’d been roused by something. It was four thirty in the morning.
“James?” Irene called.
Irene heard shuffling in the hallway and turned as he walked into the room.
“Did you call, sugar?” James asked. He was dressed in workout clothes. He sat at the edge of the bed as he bent to kiss Irene. “I’m going for my run. I’ll be back in an hour. Go back to sleep,” he said softly.
Irene slipped back into a dreamless, deep sleep. The second time she woke, it was much later. This time she could smell coffee and hear the TV softly echo through the open living room and kitchen. She stretched and tucked herself deeper into the warm cocoon of the down quilt that covered her. It was a cold, damp day. She heard James’s footsteps come down the hall and into the bedroom. She knew he was close when the bed move and a light kiss grazed her shoulder.
“Come on, sugar. It’s almost eight o’clock,” James said, sweetly rousing her.
Irene yawned and stretched again. “What’s for breakfast?”
“It’s almost lunchtime, sugar,” James teased.
“Maybe in the Navy. But us civilians usually eat lunch around noon,” Irene quipped.
“Noon is when the bar opens. That’s happy hour,” James teased with a chuckle.
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
James left the room and Irene slid out of bed and into some warm pajamas. He was waiting for her in the kitchen. He poured her a cup of coffee as she sat at the table. He apparently had already put in a full day while she slept. He had worked out, done his laundry, gone to the grocery store, and now was working on some sort of training plan. Irene looked at the binder that was sitting next to her. It was one of his lesson plans.
“James, where did you learn how to do this?” Irene asked.
“What’s that?” James asked as he heated up her breakfast.
“Lesson plans and teaching.”
“I went to school. The Navy has a school for everything.”
“Do you have a degree?”
“Yes, I got it because the boards wouldn’t promote me past a certain level without one.”
“In teaching?”
“Linguistics.”
“Linguistics? Like the study of languages?” Irene asked, surprised.
“Yes. But a linguistics degree isn’t just languages. You study cultures, psychology, and sociology.”
“Well, I know you understand a couple of languages. Do you speak any fluently?”
“I speak, read, write, and understand eight languages. Russian, Korean, Spanish, French, German, Arabic, Persian, and English. I can understand and speak Pashtun pretty good. That I didn’t learn in school. The Navy sent me to a really intense language school for over a year. I’m trying to learn Chinese,” James said, setting Irene’s plate in front of her.
“Chinese?” Irene asked.
“It’s damn near impossible. I can’t relate it to Korean or the little bit of Japanese I know.”
“So where does the teaching come in?”
“I love training, that’s my passion. After I was a SEAL for fifteen years, I decided to go into training. I love to take all those newbies and see them grow through the program. I’ll get a few that just don’t get it for so long and then one day it clicks. That’s when I know I’ve done my job.”
“I know what you mean,” Irene said, taking a bite of her breakfast. “Would you ever consider teaching children?”
James snorted. “Sugar, I’d wind up in prison. I’d either kill a kid or a parent. These kids now-a-days are something else, and their parents ain’t much better.”
Irene giggled. James’s cell phone rang and he answered. He had a brief conversation as Irene finished her breakfast. He returned to the kitchen. When everything was clean and she was dressed, he informed her they’d be on the move again.
Chapter Fifteen
Divan Istanbul Asia
Executive Floor
Istanbul, Turkey
March 5, 2009/1415 Zulu
Nayyaf Bakri stepped into the Executive Lounge on the exclusive eighteenth floor of the Divan Istanbul Asia Hotel. One had to have special privileges to be allowed on this floor. He had contacts and friends all over, so access was never a problem. The man he sought arrived by private jet yesterday afternoon. Nayyaf had to find him and meet him without delay.
Nayyaf scanned the dining room looking for the man whom he wanted to meet. This was an opportunity they couldn’t pass up. He spotted a man reading a newspaper. He looked around the room and didn’t see anyone else that matched the description he had been given. A waiter was refilling the man’s coffee when Nayyaf arrived.
“Mr. Jones?” Nayyaf asked.
“Yes?” Jones asked, glancing up from his Wall Street Journal.
“My name is Nayyaf Bakri. We have some common friends. I work for the Pakistani government in the Ministry of Commerce. I understand you are recruiting young scientists?” Nayyaf asked.
“Have a seat,” Mr. Jones said, folding his paper and setting it aside.
“I was wondering if we could discuss this matter at length tomorrow perhaps?” Nayyaf asked.
“What would you like to discuss?” Mr. Jones asked.
“How I can assist you in recruiting talent from Pakistan,” Nayyaf said.
“Really? Don’t you have a national Vocation and Technical Training Commissioner? Isn’t he the man I’d need to talk with?” Mr. Jones asked.
The man was correct. Nayyaf had to find a way around this problem and quickly. This man represented a United States pharmaceutical company working on antidotes for biological agents. He’d done his homework and his informants had briefed him at length about Mr. Jones. The company also prepared vaccines for distribution. The United States Department of Defense had just awarded the company a research contract. Health and Human Services matched the contract with a grant. It was estimated the company was given 10.5 billion dollars in research money. The company Jones represented manufactured the antibiotic that thwarted the bacteria the Russians and Vaslliev produced. Nayyaf needed to get people on the inside of Jones’s company. It was the outlet he needed and he’d managed to find it without Katrina.
“Mr. Jones, I am offering you proven scientists, not students. I am sure I can provide what you are looking for,” Nayyaf said.
“Well, I know I’m scheduled for a meeting with two gentlemen from Amrita University in India, and afterward I’m meeting with a representative of the Bulgarian government. Give me your contact information and my assistant will call you back,” Mr. Jones said.
Nayyaf sat back in his chair. Jones was an arrogant executive. Nayyaf didn’t have the upper hand in this matter, and it agitated him. Jones wouldn’t be easily fooled.
“I will only be here a couple of days. If you are interested I will need to meet with you no later than tomorrow evening,” Nayyaf said.
“Mr. Bakri, don’t misunderstand me. It’s not that I don’t want to talk with you. I’ve other commitments. I need to check my prior commitments and invitations. My assistant takes the calls and makes the appointments. Give me your contact information and I’ll make sure she accommodates you,” Mr. Jones said. Nayyaf took out a card with his private mobile number and handed it to him. “You’ll hear from my assistant no later than 3:00 p.m. today.”
* * * *
JJ returned to the suite arranged for his cover. His meeting with India was actually a meeting with MI-6 and the CIA. JJ cou
ldn’t believe how well the story had worked. MI-6 agents had spoken directly to Bakri and planted the pharmaceutical cover story as well as a few other little tidbits. There wasn’t any news about any test sites yet. He walked into the executive suite reserved for him by the company. His mission was to get Bakri and Vaslliev in one place at the same time for a snatch and grab by SEAL Team 13.
The suite was huge. It was almost the size of JJ’s condo in Austin. It had separate dining and living areas. It had a large desk that he could work from. It even had a small kitchen. JJ was anxious to try out the Jacuzzi tub with Irene, alone. The sleeping area and bathroom were separate.
Irene was still sleeping. The time difference between Turkey and Austin, Texas, was eight hours. JJ had a little more experience adjusting to different time zones. Nevertheless, it seemed to get harder as he got older. He set down his paper and looked at his phone. Irene walked into the room just as he was making a call.
“Yes, Mr. Fitzgerald? Seamus, this is Jones. Are we still on for this evening? I’ve a gentleman that wants to meet with me. I’m verifying the time before I call him back. Listen, can we meet this afternoon and I’ll meet this guy when I was supposed to meet you?” JJ asked.
JJ and Fitzgerald rearranged their schedule and the timetable firmed up. They’d been waiting for Bakri to make contact with JJ. He ended the call and turned to Irene, who was pouring herself a cup of coffee.
“Morning, sugar,” JJ said as he kissed her lightly.
“God! How come you’re always so happy first thing in the morning?” Irene asked grudgingly. “James, I’m exhausted,” she complained.
“I’m happy because I get to see you,” JJ said, walking up behind her and slipping his arm around her. “And because I get to sleep with you.” He kissed her under her ear. “You’re working today, sugar. I need you to set up an appointment with someone for me.”
