by Billi Jean
She didn’t climax, but it was close, so close she knew that all it would take was a stroke of his fingers along her pussy. But her heat increased with his obvious, off-the-charts orgasm and the knowledge that he’d just climaxed from how hot she made him. She also knew he wasn’t done—not by a long shot.
“Hell, yes, damn, you’re so soft and tight,” he whispered, continuing to subtly thrust his hips until with one more low groan, she felt him tug at his belt. The next thing she knew he pulled free and lifted her up and tossed her on the bed, coming over her before she’d even settled. “Now we’ll see about making you explode, little firecracker,” he said and turned them to their sides. He reached back and she felt him guide his erection to her ass.
“Cody, hurry, oh God, hurry,” she begged, too hot for any more teasing. “I— I—”
“I’ve got you, Sonya,” he said firmly, running kisses down her shoulder to her arm. “If I watch, I’ll not make it this first time,” he said breathless, and as turned on as she was—maybe. He pressed up firmly and she lost the power to think as his thick hard cock filled her. She shivered at the feel of him and caught her breath. “The lube… We need more—”
“Yes, I got it,” he said. “Trust me.” He slid his finger along her, spreading the warm, oily strawberry lube in and out. He was gentle and by the time he had fit three fingers in her ass again, she was breathless with lust.
“Cody, now, now,” she cried, kissing his neck then his lips. He devoured her mouth, clearly turned on by preparing her ass. His fingers were big, but felt good, so long and thick she bore down and on his next teasing pass, she felt him add more lube.
“So tiny, firecracker. Holy hell, you’ll kill me,” he swore.
“No, no, it’s good. It’s so good,” she assured him, anxious for more. He kept her there, making her insane for it with the slow, easy slip and slide while he caressed her with his other hand and used his mouth to drive her wild everywhere he could reach.
“Soon, soon, woman, you’re going to ruin me,” he said in such a passion-filled voice that she trembled. He felt so hard and big, so insistent that she knew he was going to give her one wild ride.
“Now, now,” she urged, pressing back into his fingers. It was a full feeling now, almost too full, but she wanted it, this darker pleasure. She wanted even more than before, especially with Cody. With Cody she wanted it all—him, all, everything.
Suddenly he tipped her to her back and she watched him squeeze out a line of lube on his cock and work it up and down hastily until it glistened. Every vein stood out in thick ropes down the hard column. He shifted and the moonlight spilled down on him, outlining every inch of his gorgeous body until it shone.
“So beautiful,” she said and reached up to touch his leg and smooth over his warm flesh.
“Sonya,” he groaned and lay down facing her. He quickly kissed her, but lifted her leg over his hip and drew it up so her body was positioned for him at the same time. He pulled back to meet her eyes with a passionate expression she knew she wore as well. His breath was hot and moist on her lips, a temptation she couldn’t resist. She shifted closer to kiss him quickly.
“Now, Cody, please, now,” she begged. “No more teasing.”
He nodded and she felt the hard press of his cock then the rounded head butting for entrance firmly along her ass. The size of him made sweat break out on her back. He kept his eyes on hers and slowly fed her just the tip of his erection.
“Steady, steady,” he said. “Now, open for me now.” She bore down on him and he slid in with only a pinch of pain, then past her resistance perfectly. His eyes narrowed and his grip on her leg shook a little but maybe that was her.
“Good. Oh hell, Sonya, that’s good, girl,” he rasped and she could tell he fought for control. He pulled back and she felt him add more lube, then he slid forward again and back for more lube. “Gotta be careful,” he managed, sounding strained.
She couldn’t find words. She was already feeling herself begin to unravel.
He winced, but it was so sexy she shivered. The cords of his neck stood out but he gave her a slow, easy thrust. She moaned in pleasure and he rewarded her with beginning a rhythm that had her catching her breath. Cody grunted as if he was in such pleasure he couldn’t keep up much more—or hold back much longer. The idea of him going wild with his sizable cock in her ass made her tremble, closer to orgasm.
“So good… Gotta go faster, just a bit.” With that, he tucked his head to her shoulder and at the same time quickened his pace. He was hot all over where their bodies touched. The friction of his sweaty muscles against her heated skin while he worked in and out carefully drove her crazy.
“Oh, shit, shit, shit, more, more,” she sobbed, feeling herself going under already. “Don’t stop!”
“I won’t. I won’t,” he growled and increased his slippery lunges. He pulled her leg up higher and shifted down so his hips came up against her more firmly.
She tossed her head as the stimulation added to the deep caress of his cock. It felt like he was penetrating her pussy and her ass while rubbing her clit at the same time.
He panted into her neck and like every other time he touched her, she shivered in pleasure.
“Cody, oh, God!” she cried and her orgasm crashed down around her like a house of cards.
“Fuck, yes. Yes, oh hell yes,” he grunted along her neck.
She felt his flesh swell in her ass then with a groan, he shoved in deep and held still while she lost touch with reality. Her climax was hard, so intense she let go and simply let it rush along every muscle, leaving her trembling.
When the aftershocks subsided, Cody was breathless and watching her, his eyes so blue she thought they might be gray.
“My turn,” he groaned and with that warning, still holding her eyes with his, he started bucking into her with steady pumps of his hips, increasing the tempo with each pass. He must have added more lube, or else they had added just enough because each thrust was perfectly smooth and firm. His expression tightened sexily and, after only a dozen thrusts, he pulled from her frantically and with a lusty groan of her name, his cum heated her butt and back.
She was so turned on she kissed his open mouth and pet his handsome face as he shuddered over her. Warmth spread inside her, filling all her empty places as perfectly as he did when he made love to her—only this wasn’t sex. It wasn’t making love. This was emotional, something much, much more fulfilling. Like his chocolate chip cookie, but with one heck of a powerful punch.
“Sonya,” he gasped, breaking the kiss and holding her close as he continued to shudder through an amazing climax—just like every other time he’d made love to her.
What am I going to do with the man?
Keep him. Keep him.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tightly as he climaxed.
Yes, keep him for as long as I can.
* * * *
Cody wrapped the blankets tighter around Sonya’s legs and settled her closer to him. He never wanted this night to end. Or go another minute without her right here in his arms where he planned on keeping her.
“You’re so warm,” she murmured sleepily, laying her head on his chest.
“I am?” he asked, pulling her closer. She amazed him. Every time he touched her, she amazed him, but tonight she’d trusted him in ways he knew she’d never trusted anyone else. It was more than the anal. It was more than what they’d done. It was more what she allowed. She’d let him in.
Never letting you go, Cody.
I might have forced it from her, but she meant it. She meant it.
He’d caught the hesitation in her eyes when he’d pulled her arms behind her back. No one had ever tied her before. She’d allowed him and gotten blazing hot from him doing it, too. But she’d let him, allowed him, even before she’d admitted that she wanted him, which told him she’d wanted him to stay all along.
“Yes,” she said quietly, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Y
ou’re always warm.”
“The shower, maybe,” he murmured. He was wide awake, but sensed she was sleepy now—maybe he’d finally worn her out, or maybe after coming so hard for him she needed some sleep. He could still see her face, the blush of heat on her cheeks and how her eyes had unfocused as she’d climaxed. “Or maybe all those orgasms,” he teased.
She tilted her head and caught his eye. “Oh, I think both, but you, cowboy, are like my own electric blanket, even without moving one glorious muscle.”
He took that silently, knowing she was teasing but also flattered because he knew she meant it, too. He felt the same about her. Every gorgeous inch of her he’d explored simply turned him on. We fit.
“What are you thinking about?”
He blinked and rubbed his neck, then decided the truth was best. “You.”
“Me? Me and what we just shared because if you’re having second thoughts—”
“Shh, woman, damn, no, hell no. I loved that and if you’re not careful, I’ll be tying you up all the time for more of that, but, man, you nearly killed me,” he grumbled but tightened his arm just to feel her soft, curvy body fit to his. He brushed a kiss to her lips when she lifted her head off his chest to see if he was kidding her, no doubt.
“Oh, I thought you might have decided that was too wild.”
He snorted. “I shouldn’t have to tell you this, sassy pants, but those words aren’t going to come out of my mouth—ever.”
That seemed to please her. “Well, it was pretty wild. I’m not sure I can handle that again anytime soon.”
She rested back down on him after that, sending another one of those warm surges up his chest.
“What were you thinking then?” she asked, simply stroking his arm with her hand.
“I was going to say, I just can’t wrap my head around you being an agent, even if you say it’s in the past. I don’t want to sound like Troy, but you’re just so…beautiful. So small and delicate. I know you’re strong, hell, I know you’re an agent, but the man in me, hell, I guess that part of me doesn’t want it to be true.” He laughed and rubbed his head, lost at how to explain himself.
Sonya fiddled with the blankets and avoided his eyes hard enough that he knew she was thinking about something important. If she had a giveaway like in poker, that was her tell—not looking straight at him when something was up in her head. So far, that usually meant sharing a private part of her life.
“I’m really not,” she finally said, folding and refolding the blanket in little lines. “No, I’m not.” He hadn’t opened his mouth, but he’d been about to. “I’m sexy, and being an agent is more than being some tough guy. It’s about deception.”
He didn’t like that. Deception? Lies, she meant. And she was beautiful and sexy but he’d cross that bridge later. He kinda thought he had when he’d been out of his mind with making love to her just now, but if she needed to hear it several times, he could do that.
“You were a spy.”
“At one time, yes, and not for you guys.”
That got him to sit up. She smiled and he knew she’d just thrown that out there to test him. Still, he was impressed. “Fuck, really? For who?”
“Russia,” she muttered and settled back against the headboard to meet his eyes. He knew she was throwing that down again for him to pick up or maybe run from.
“No joke. You don’t have an accent, except when I make you,” he teased. “So I’m guessing when you were young. How old? Fifteen or so?”
She scanned his face for something and he guessed found it because she went on.
“Impressive,” she murmured. “I was pretty young when I was taken in for training. I left there, you know…after,” she muttered and examined the bedding again. “The Russian military is a lot like the US—women are raped by them when they’re on leave or sometimes they rape the women they work with or the girls in training. I developed early.”
Heat hit the back of his neck at what she was saying. She meant she’d drawn the wrong kind of man to her—early. He curled his arm tighter around her and wished he could find the bastard now and make him pay—just like he wished he could find every rapist and do the same. Sometimes there was so much wrong with the world, it was hard to see the right.
“Cody,” she murmured with a laugh in her tone, “you’re squeezing me too tight.”
“Shit, sorry,” he muttered and loosened his hold a little.
“It’s okay.” She caressed his stomach sweetly but surprised him by continuing with her story. “So that proved to be difficult, but it was after that, I got out of there. I took the first opportunity that presented itself to leave Russia,” she said. “The rest is history. And now here I am, in Wyoming with you.”
“Whoa there, wait a minute. How did you end up from being in Russia, to being here? That’s a big jump, don’t you think?” he asked, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. Her mouth quirked up in a half smile. He couldn’t stop touching her, but she seemed to like it.
She curled up closer to him and rolled her eyes. “Nosey man, I’m tired.”
“Come on,” he urged and shifted them both down so they could lie on their sides. “It won’t hurt. Trust me. It’s not like you haven’t told me enough to get me killed already,” he added and brushed wisps of her red hair off her cheek.
“That’s right. Any more and I’ll have to do the job myself,” she grumbled, but sighed when he pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it again. She smelled like him. Probably because she’d washed every inch of him then let him do the same to her. She’d sworn he’d not hurt her, but then added if he went that slow next time, she’d hurt him.
A guy could get spoiled with a woman like Sonya. She simply said whatever she thought and let him handle it or not. He’d had to use some persuasion to get her to admit she wanted him here, but just the memory of what she’d said made him feel all crazy inside. Tomorrow he didn’t know how he’d leave here with her still warm and cozy in bed. He more than half wanted to call Troy and cancel or take her with him again. He scratched that. He wasn’t sharing her for a whole day. Selfish, but true.
“Okay, fine, let’s see,” she said, tilting her head so she could kiss him once before she continued. “I took the first opportunity and that ended up being to help some Navy SEALs who’d been fed misinformation. I gave them the right intel and saved them from a pretty tough situation and, in turn, I got a pass.” She laughed, but it was a bitter sounding one he didn’t like. “Well, more like I made them an offer.”
“You saved some SEALs, huh?” he asked, mildly jealous. What would it have been like to have her save his ass? He examined her glowing face and saw the smile lurking in her green eyes. She knew exactly what he was thinking.
“I saved them, cowboy. None of them has ever been my electric blanket. Business is business. Personal, is…well—” She frowned but something flashed over her pretty face, and her serious expression softened to a warm smile. “Personal is not something I ever do,” she said, then leaned over so he went to his back with all her naked curves flush with his. She reached out and ruffled his hair with a happy expression. “Except with you.”
“Lucky me,” he said pulling her head down so he could kiss her. “I like that.”
“We’ll see how lucky you feel after a bit longer.”
“What?” he asked and rolled her back off him before he started something he knew she was too tired to handle. She was barely covered in the blanket, but it hugged her curves, outlining the rise of her hip and the slow glide of her sexy legs. Her breasts were pressed together like two mounds he wanted to fall asleep on and her pretty face shone bright without a trace of makeup. She was simply beautiful. “You think I’ll like you less the more I’m around you? Already I want to cancel on Troy or tell him where to go with his round-up.”
“You do?” She wrinkled her nose when she said that as if he were losing his mind. Too late he wanted to say, he already had—for her.
“Hell, yeah. I ca
n’t see suddenly not wanting to be near you, Sonya. I’ve learned enough in life to know what I like when I see it. I like spending time with you, woman, in case I need to state the obvious.” He could tell he spooked her with that so he rested his head on his hand and stared over at her. “Stop trying to change the subject. What happened next?”
“Next?”
“You saved some SEALs, gave them an offer and…?”
“Oh, that, well”—she scooted down and yawned—“they were interested in my…shall I say, skill set? And took me up on my offer,” she added with a sleepy sigh. “I worked with them, got citizenship even, and now I am retired.”
“Retired, huh?” He doubted that, but stretched his leg, trying to ease the tightness there. He never wore his prostheses anymore around her—not in bed and not in the shower. With Sonya he didn’t worry about it either. She even touched the stump whenever she wanted, just like she did his arm, or hand, or shoulder. It didn’t even bother him. With her, he doubted anything she did would.
“Yeah, well, it’s early yet. Give me some time to let it sink in.”
“And that’s when you signed up for this new team? When you retired from being an agent?”
“Yeah, big mistake, but at the time…” She reached over to play with the hair at the back of his neck. He didn’t show it, but that was his only ticklish spot. He took her hand and kissed her fingers again. “I had been doing stuff I wasn’t happy about,” she explained, outlining his lips with her finger. “That wears on you.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “It does.”
She met his eyes at that and assessed his expression.
“What? Ask away. You answered most of my digs.”
“True, very true, so if you’d not gotten hurt, would you still be in?” she asked.
He shook his head, surprising her, he saw. “No. I agree, I saw things, rape victims being one of them, young kids with guns, homeless families, all that didn’t sit well with me but I was forced to ignore it all for the bigger mission,” he muttered. “But it was more than that. Kids starving, women begging, poverty at a level that broke your heart… It was just all too much. Maybe it’s denial living up here, benefiting from the good US of A, but I couldn’t take it any longer. I got tired of seeing so many people suffering and not being able to do a damn thing about it.”
