Spy Games: A Billionaire Bad Boy Heist Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  But he wasn’t in me at the moment. Sure, my skin caked with the remnants of his seed, my cream, our loving still tainting the air around us, the sex smells pungent and arousing. But we’d finished for the moment, he’d pulled out to let my pussy get a break, enjoying the silence, our intimate time together.

  So I mewled again, nestling up against his masculine frame.

  “I’m good,” I confirmed, nodding shyly, even though it was ludicrous given the circumstances. “I’m good.”

  And Trent chuckled deep in his chest, stroking my hip now.

  “That’s good, Miz Sands,” he growled. “Now you want to tell me about the toy?”

  My eyes flew open then because right, I was Ms. Sands, his best friend’s mom, no longer some strange fuck. And shit, the inseminator, where was it? I twisted awkwardly and caught a glimpse, the flesh-colored dildo lying on the bed next to us. It lay there, obscene, almost pulsing still, the image of a man’s dick, huge and full, ready to penetrate.

  But what could I do? There was a question hanging in the air and I had to answer.

  “I know how this seems,” I began, almost too embarrassed to meet Trent’s eyes. “I know what this looks like.”

  His eyebrows shot up.

  “What does it look like?” he growled, amused.

  I looked down again, cheeks flaring with embarrassment.

  “Well, that I’m so desperate that I’d use a dildo,” I murmured, barely able to say the words. “I guess I must seem really lonely,” I finished in a whisper.

  But Trent pulled me close, his big chest vibrating with shudders. And suddenly I jerked my chin up to look at him. Because those were shakes of laughter, the alpha male was laughing at me.

  “No, not laughing at you,” he admonished gently, chucking me under the chin. “Laughing with you because you’re so ridiculous.”

  Confusion flickered in my eyes before I pouted a bit.

  “How? Why am I ridiculous?” I demanded, straightening my shoulders indignantly. “Why is that ridiculous?”

  But he pulled me close again, lightly stroking my back, the curve of my spine.

  “Because honey,” he ground out. “It was so fucking beautiful seeing you fuck yourself like that, a woman in need, satisfying herself, spreading her puss for a deep drill, finger in her ass. I liked seeing you take what you wanted, even if it was from a fake dick.”

  I blushed again.

  “But that’s the thing. I used a toy because I didn’t have, um, a man,” I finished lamely. But Trent just shrugged carelessly.

  “Honey, you just got stuffed by a real man, tonight and last night. I’d say you’re the furthest thing from desperate.” And this time, I really blushed, so hot that the pink ran across my bosom, spreading down my tummy and all the way to my soft cunt. My mouth opened to say something inane, but Trent interrupted.

  “But what’s with that dildo?” he asked curiously. “It’s not a regular one, what’s with the hollow interior?”

  I couldn’t move for a moment, stiffening in his arms awkwardly. Because the truth had to come out now. So with a deep breath, I met his eyes and began slowly. “Trent,” I murmured, “you’re absolutely right, it’s not your average dildo. It’s an inseminator. You fill it with semen and then push it into yourself, to, you know, get pregnant.”

  The big man was so still that I shrunk a bit, afraid he was going to kick me out of bed, give me the boot even though this was technically my house.

  “You’re trying to get pregnant?” he rumbled again, voice neutral.

  And I nodded, taking another deep breath.

  “I’m thirty-nine,” I said softly, “Almost forty, and time’s running out to do it naturally. I don’t have a man,” I said in a rush, “so it seemed like sperm donation was the best option.”

  Trent immediately looked down then, catching my eye.

  “But there was no sperm in that dildo,” he ground out. “It was just a piece of plastic.”

  And I nodded hesitantly.

  “I haven’t found a donor yet,” I said slowly, confirming his observation. “So no, there was no sperm. But when the time comes, there will be and I’m going to inseminate myself, push the dildo into my pussy and depress the plunger, spilling real seed. So that’s what you saw,” I said again, slowly. “There was no sperm just now, but there will be in the future.”

  Trent didn’t say anything at first, just holding me close, his face thoughtful. But I couldn’t do nothing, I needed something from him, an answer, a reaction, something. So I pressed ahead.

  “Is it okay?” I asked. “I mean, I know this is a lot to take, it’s kind of unexpected. I totally understand if you’re disgusted,” I said quickly, trying to look unfazed. “I completely don’t mind,” I fibbed. I had to lie, the truth was so much more difficult, so complicated that I couldn’t wrap my head around it just yet.

  But Trent’s face was still, his expression giving nothing away.

  “Honestly Marie, I don’t know what to think,” he said slowly, blue eyes finally meeting mine, serious and mature. “I haven’t exactly encountered this situation before, so I’m kinda at a loss.”

  I nodded again furiously, cheeks flushing.

  “Of course, I know this is, um, a little nontraditional,” I said. “It’s not every day you meet a woman who’s bent on inseminating herself.”

  He glanced at me, mouth quirking on one side.

  “Especially not when that woman happens to be your best friend’s mom,” he added dryly, low voice a rumble.

  And I blushed again, beet red this time. It was so ironic, we were nude in one another’s arms, my breasts pressed against his chest, his fingers still lightly stroking my back, even trailing over my behind, and yet we were having a very serious conversation with plenty of revelations and discoveries, reiterating the wackoness of the situation.

  “That’s right, I’m Robbie’s mom,” I said quietly, reaffirming the point. “I completely get it if this is too weird, it’s weird for me too,” I said, moving to disentangle myself, to pull away from the big man, as much as I didn’t want to. The more distance the better, this wasn’t going to work out, no way, no how, there was no place for this relationship, if you could even call it that.

  But Trent wasn’t giving up so soon, his massive arms tightening around me like steel bands, holding my soft form to him, curvy and voluptuous.

  “Naw,” he ground out, almost pinning me in place. “It’s different, it’s new, but I didn’t say it was bad,” he rumbled. “In fact, that was the opposite of bad, tonight has been fucking amazing, wouldn’t you say?”

  I blushed again. Holy shit, why was I always blushing in his presence? He made all my senses go awry, every nerve attuned to his words, his moods.

  “It was amazing,” I confirmed softly, “You felt so good in me, both last night and tonight, always,” I murmured, biting my lip.

  And he grunted his approval again, catching my mouth in another deep kiss.

  “Then why don’t we go with it, Miz Sands?” he asked. “You feel good, I feel good, this set-up is a little strange, but I’ve only got a week in town. And we might as well enjoy ourselves. Life is short, and hey, maybe I can even help you with the insemination,” he added wickedly, giving my ass a light slap.

  I jolted then, eyes flying wide.

  “You’re okay with it then?” I whispered hesitantly, still unable to believe my ears. “You’re okay with the fact that I’m trying to get pregnant? Because um, you know, we haven’t exactly been using protection.”

  And the big man was still for a moment, his hand pausing in its exploration of my body. But his palm started caressing again, lightly skimming my buttocks, running over the exaggerated S of my hips.

  “That’s right,” he growled, “but it was just twice, I’m sure we’re fine. Going forward, I won’t come in you, I’ll make sure you finish with the inseminator deep in your puss, that you milk that baby dry. Because that’s what you want, right? That’s how you’ll get
pregnant.”

  Fuck. It wasn’t what I wanted at all, I wanted his dick in me, spraying me with that virile cum, soaking me with his lust. But I couldn’t admit it, couldn’t say straight out that that I wanted his seed, his virile semen. So I just bit my lip and nodded again.

  “Yes, finish me with it,” I murmured, cheeks going red again. “Put it in me and we’ll end that way going forwards.”

  Trent’s arms tightened around me, pulling me close.

  “Good,” he ground out in my ear. “Because for the rest of this week, I’m gonna be in your bed every night, tearing up that sweet body, making sure you come so hard and fast that you ache all over, begging for dick every second. And you know what?” he grunted, blue eyes flaring again. “Let’s get the sperm. Let’s get some of the good stuff and I’ll use it in the inseminator, get you pregnant with it. You’ll have a baby by week’s end, I promise,” he ground out into my ear, nibbling at the sensitive lobe.

  I mewled beneath him, already beginning to lose myself, to give myself up to the big man. Because this wasn’t quite what I wanted, I wanted a week with Trent, a week where he spilled his sperm in me every night, every chance he could get, that hot virility seeding me, my body growing round with the evidence of his cum. But I couldn’t say it, it was too soon, too weird, and crazy as all get out. Because there was nothing between us but a week, a week of hot sessions. Trent wasn’t promising me the world, he was promising to help me on my quest, and that was all I could expect.

  So I gave in, wrapping my arms around that broad back, bringing him to me for another deep kiss, pushing my reservations, my deepest wants out of my mind, burying them in my subconscious. Because I craved something real with this man, but there was no way to ask. We weren’t a matched pair, we were two strangers who’d found one another through pure coincidence, and one week was all I had. One week was all Trent was offering, and although it made me ache with pain, a deep sadness growing within, it was the only option available, and I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to say no because I whatever he was offering, I was gonna take, even if it hurt.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Trent

  It’s crazy, what we’re doing. The sex is crazy, the loving is crazy, and this woman is crazy and I fucking love it. Because for the past week, I’ve been sneaking up to Marie’s room each night, fucking the woman until she can’t breathe, can’t speak, delight shining from her eyes, her arms and legs clasped around me like the sweetest bonds.

  And it’s amazing in every way, the way she shudders around me, taking me deep, the way she pants my name, screams it when she comes. Shit, I’m surprised we haven’t woken Robbie, the way we’re going at it for hours, non-stop, barely breaking between each session.

  But Marie laughed lightly, a soft giggle that made my heart hum.

  “My son’s a heavy sleeper,” she breathed softly, still hot from our last session. “I was really worried when he was younger that we’d have a fire and I wouldn’t be able to wake him.”

  I studied her closely, that perfect peachy pout, the brown eyes still flooded with warmth, liquid in the aftermath of our loving. And I leaned forward to kiss her, to run my tongue against the seam of her lips, where my dick had just been moments before.

  “Robbie’s always been like this?” I rumbled as she gasped. “So what did you do?”

  And Marie panted a little, still breathless.

  “I kept a cowbell by his bed,” she admitted. “One of those big ones that they sound a races to cheer on runners, the kind where the clanging can be heard from blocks away. That, and a megaphone,” she added. “I was so afraid that he wouldn’t wake up in case of fire that I stashed those by his bed for years, so I could get him up if there was an emergency.”

  I grunted. That sounded about right. During my two semesters rooming with Robbie, he’d slept like a log, I’d fucked a couple girls in our dorm room while he snored, and the dude had never woken once, not when the girls cried out with lust, their small bodies shaking with orgasm as I dicked them deep.

  And I guess this was a version of the same scenario. I was taking another female within spitting distance, except that this time the girl was his mom. It should have felt wrong, it should have felt incredibly criminal and disgusting, but it didn’t. Because somehow my hours with Marie were so fucking fantastic, fulfilling in every way, her sweet form milking me, pulsing around me, giving it up every which way that it felt absolutely right actually, like I was walking on air most times, hand in hand with my best girl. And I could tell Miz Sands felt the same way. We should have been ashamed at what we were doing, going like rabbits just a few doors down from her son, but instead it was good, there was sweetness and light, fireworks as our bodies met and exploded, desiring one another, savoring the loving that warmed us from within.

  But this was different from my past fucks because Miz Sands wanted to get pregnant. So I was always careful to pull out now, to make sure she came hard with the dildo was lodged in her puss, the fat head bumping against her cervix. Because that’s how insemination works, evidently you can load that dildo with real sperm and shoot it in while she orgasms. So yeah, it’s a little weird. And I’m not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, this is totally Marie’s business, it doesn’t matter what I feel, I’m a mere passerby, a dude here for a week, nothing more. It shouldn’t matter to me.

  But it does. It feels like Marie’s biological clock is my own somehow, and I care about the woman, about her attempts to get pregnant, her desire for a baby so strong that she’s willing to consider the sperm of an anonymous donor. It still blows me away, to tell you the truth. I mean, how much can a piece of paper tell you about a donor? You have stats, sure, but numbers are just numbers. If you met the guy in person, you might decide within five minutes that he was a loser, even if he graduated from an Ivy League school and had an IQ of 200.

  So yeah, I had my doubts about this donor shit. But I couldn’t say anything because ultimately, it wasn’t my call. I could only support Marie, help her with the inseminator, loosen her pussy, get her wet so that the dildo went in easy. And when the time came, she might even ask me to press the plunger, to spurt the semen into that warm channel, her sweet pussy fertile and hot, another man’s jizz doing its business.

  So fuck me, but the situation was weird. I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to seed her with some other asshole’s jizz. I didn’t want Marie to be pregnant with some douche’s child. But it wasn’t my business either. I was a vacation guest, a flyover at best, teasing her body, using her, letting her use me for a week of fun, and nothing else. Fuck, I should have been floating on Cloud Nine, overjoyed at having no responsibilities, isn’t this what guys dream of? But instead I wasn’t. And I didn’t want to. Fuck fuck fuck. What a fucking disaster.

  But to take my mind off this shit, to make it seem like this was a normal week out, I’d invited Robbie and Marie to a basketball game to show my appreciation. Yeah, it was just a D-league game, guys like me who wanted to make it to the majors someday, but no worries, it was gonna be fun in the stands, lots of people, cheering crowds, hot dogs and beer. And I wanted Marie to have a good time, wanted to see the brunette light up with excitement as she cheered on her local team, spending time with her beloved son … and me. So we piled into the car, Robbie in the driver’s seat, and sped to the stadium.

  “Trent,” said the brunette, twisting around to make eye contact with me, shooting me a smile like we were in a normal carpool. “Tell me more about your baseball career.”

  I grunted from the backseat. To be honest, there wasn’t that much to tell. When you’re on a club team, every day is a trial, you have to prove yourself again and again, it’s a ton of stress because any day, any minute, you could be cut and told to pack your bags and go home, dreams of playing ball over. But I didn’t want her to worry, didn’t want her to know about the cutthroat competition. So instead I was vague.

  “It’s great,” I said smoothly. “We work out with the best coaches, the bes
t trainers, the best everything, they oil and polish you until you’re a machine practically, not even human.”

  And Marie giggled from the front seat.

  “You sure?” she asked archly. “Some of those guys, going all the way back to Babe Ruth, definitely had human appetites.”

  I grinned at her. Oh yeah, baseball players were dogs, absolutely, we’re dirty dudes who deserve the reputation.

  “Yeah, we have a saying,” I started, with a sly smile of my own. “When you’re shit outta luck and the losing streak’s got no end, you’ve got to keep fucking ugly girls to make it stop. The uglier the better,” I added for emphasis.

  “Hey hey hey!” sounded Robbie from the driver’s, mock glaring at me in the rearview mirror. “No language like that in front of my mom, this is my mom!”

  Exactly, this was his mom and Marie was a whore and a cunt slut, taking my dick every which way. But yes, delicate and sensitive when I touched her pucker, how it contracted immediately, or when I ran my hand through her legs, how wet and trembly she was, shuddering at a mere light brush, a sweet butterfly touch. So I grinned at the brunette again, leaning back so Robbie couldn’t see.

  “Sorry Miz Sands,” I ground out. “Too much time with the boys makes me lose my manners in front of a woman as beautiful as you.”

  And she smiled back, making my heart pound, the blood rush to my head, my dick.

  “No worries, Mr. Markham,” she said archly. “I get it, it’s a big world out there, and I’ve lived a little myself, believe it or not.”

  Our eyes sizzled at each other, practically lighting a fire in the small car, but Robbie was completely oblivious. The possibility of anything between me and his mom was so farfetched, so impossible that he couldn’t see the signs even though they were right there. So we pressed it even further. After I slid into my seat at the stadium, Marie had to get by for some reason or other. And of course, the seats were stacked like legos, so tight, so close, to be almost interlocking.